True Memories – My Years as a Photographer

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A True Story – My Memories of My Years as a Photographer
I entered the industry in 2000, having previously studied oil painting at an art school. In those days, the art market was somewhat sluggish, and
most painting graduates became mere craftsmen in small galleries, selling their cheap skills to reproduce
well-known paintings for meager wages.

Hei Bing from Beijing became an idol for us struggling painters during that era.
Yan Rong, a sculpture student at the Central Academy of Arts and Design, along with Lao San and Wei Bing, opened the Hei Bing Photography Studio, which became legendary.
It was under their influence that I stepped into the world of commercial portrait photography.

The city I lived in was an ancient city, a cultural city, dotted with various universities and colleges of all sizes. I
poured all my meager savings and my parents' limited assistance into opening a small
photography studio near a university. Most of my clients came from these institutions.

Back in 2000, people were still more conservative, but women with higher education levels tended to have a greater
pursuit and were more open-minded. This was completely
different from the so-called "national models" of today who would strip for money.

Ling was my first nude photography client; she was a graduate student. She was also
a woman I remember deeply. Our relationship lasted for a year until she graduated and left… I'm writing about our story because,
even after 10 years, I find I still can't forget her.

It was in 2001 that my little shop gained a reputation locally, I made a lot of money, and I
became numb from the mechanical nature of the shooting. The saying goes, "a thousand people look alike." Back then, lighting and styling were no longer important; it was
purely commercial photography, with no regard for artistry.

She appeared that winter. I still vividly remember the day I met her: a cloudy afternoon, dressed somewhat plainly in
black trousers, a pullover sweater, and a mid-length, slightly bulky down jacket. She wore black-rimmed glasses, and
her short hair was a bit messy, whether from the wind or unkempt.

The receptionist called me out of the studio; I was a little impatient, having just finished a photoshoot.
The receptionist told me that a customer insisted on communicating with the photographer before deciding whether to place an order. That's how Ling and I
met.

Ling slowly flipped through the sample photos in the shop, looking at them very carefully. I was rambling on about the shop
's features, boasting about my skills. Ling seemed completely oblivious, continuing to flip through
the sample photos one by one. Most of the samples were of the sweet and cute type, and she frowned slightly as she looked at them,
seemingly dissatisfied with this style.

I decided to have someone else serve her, wanting to take a break for a smoke.

"Are you the photographer here? Are you the only photographer here?" Ling
asked, closing her album as I was about to get up.

"I own this shop, and I'm currently the only photographer. As you can see, although our shop is relatively
small, we have a lot of customers, and people seem to appreciate my skills." I gestured for the receptionist to bring her
a cup of coffee.

"Are these the only styles of photos...?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Wait a moment." I turned and took out a photo album from a drawer. It was an
album I'd shot for a band a few months ago. At the time, the style was very avant-garde, an attempt I made by referencing some popular elements from abroad—
a gothic style. There was a female bassist in it; I'd given her an exaggerated look, a style that was wild with a touch of
eerie sexiness, but not overly revealing. However, it seemed they didn't like this style, and it was
discarded scrap. But I liked it myself and made it into an album to keep, of course
, only with their permission. Later, I took a set of photos for them that were a bit more "normal."

She was clearly attracted; I had a feeling of finding a kindred spirit.

"I like something a bit different. Can you take some special photos for me?" She sounded
a little hesitant, or perhaps...shy, when she said this.

I noticed this, and a sense of excitement and anticipation stirred within me.

"Sexy? Or something really decadent and heavy metal? Or hippie?" Back then
, the term "non-mainstream" didn't exist. I began to scrutinize her closely.

Ling clutched the corner of her sweater in both hands, her legs starting to cross, as if making a decision. "I
want to take some sexy, mysterious photos...or..." She didn't finish her sentence, but I felt I
understood what she meant.

I agreed to a trial shoot and made an appointment with her. We set it for the evening after tomorrow, because I'm not working
at night , so I could have plenty of time and a relaxed state of mind to create. I promised her I would take photos of her with a creative mindset
, and she said she was very satisfied with my arrangements. However, she didn't show up at the appointed time.

A week passed, and just when I had almost forgotten about it, Ling arrived. She told me that she had been delayed
for a few days due to some matters, and only had time to come today.

I had the makeup artist do Ling's hair and apply light makeup. Then I sent the makeup artist home. I
took Ling to the dressing room and told her she could choose her own clothes. Then I went to the front door and pulled down the shutter.

Ling was clearly a little scared and nervous. She asked me anxiously, "Why did you pull down the door?"

"This is so I can focus on taking a unique set of photos for you," I said with a shrug. "You know,
I usually close up shop and go home to rest by this time. I arranged to take your picture at night to give you a
quiet environment, and I haven't felt creative in a long time. You gave me that feeling, and I wanted to take a serious
picture of you without being disturbed by others."

"My name is Yu, you can call me Lao Miao… Don't laugh, because my mom loves cats, and she gave me
the nickname Miao Miao when I was born, which is actually a homonym for Miao Miao." I used this method to ease her tension and wariness.

Ling smiled; she was beautiful when she smiled, and her face was no longer so cold after taking off her glasses.
Her eyes , and her nose wrinkled slightly, making her very cute.

"How old are you? I'm 21," I asked her while tidying up my camera.

"Asking a girl's age is very impolite. My name is Ling, you can call me 'sister'." She said, her back to
me, while picking out clothes. Later I found out her age; she was seven years older than me.

"Okay, Sister Ling. Have you chosen your clothes?"

Ling turned around, her brows furrowing again. (After that, whenever we were together, I always liked to smooth her
brows with my fingers because she really loved to frown.) "I don't like any of them. Can you give me some suggestions?"

"Don't you like any of them? Then let's shoot a Greek-style series first. How about I make you
a hairstyle ? You should like it. It's very classic."

"Okay, I like the classic style." Ling happily agreed. I pulled out the linen fabric for
the styling It was off-white and very thin. Then I looked at Ling and said, "Well, we'll use this fabric to
wrap you up for this look. Can you take your clothes off?"

Ling's face was obviously red, and she seemed a little hesitant. I explained, "This style needs to be like this,
actually like those European and American fashion shows, with a bit of exaggeration and sexiness. But it won't be too revealing."

Ling bit her lip, looking into my eyes, "I'm a little embarrassed..."

"Don't worry, the photos will definitely turn out beautifully, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Besides, didn't you want to take some
unique photos? You don't really like these clothes. The solution I came up with will definitely work."
I answered frankly, looking into her eyes.

"Then... then give it to me, I'll go in and get it fixed. You can adjust it for me when I come out."

Ling took the linen and went into the dressing room. I suddenly felt my heart beating a little faster, and hearing
the rustling , I actually became a little nervous.

A short while later, Ling poked her head out of the dressing room. "Don't look at me, don't laugh at me."

"Don't be shy, come out, I won't laugh."

Ling came out, and I still couldn't help but laugh a little. She wrapped the linen around her body like a bath towel.

"You're still laughing!" Ling was very embarrassed and turned to go back to the dressing room. I grabbed her arm, "It's okay, it's fine
, I'll help you tidy up."

After laughing, Ling seemed to have lost her guard and stood obediently in front of me, just
looking , her face also very red.

I stood in front of her and carefully looked her over. Her skin wasn't very fair, her slender arms extended with beautiful
lines all the way to her rounded shoulders, she was a little thin, her collarbone was very obvious and beautiful, and I could see a shallow cleavage on her chest wrapped in linen
, and there were obvious marks from the bra straps on her shoulders.

"I didn't expect you to be so thin." I placed my hand on the opening of the linen she was clutching tightly. I took a deep
breath .

Ling's body was trembling slightly; I could tell she was very nervous.

I casually started a conversation with her, using professional terminology and some of my own artistic insights to confuse
her. Slowly, I untied the linen from her body. "Wrapped up like that, it's like a beauty emerging from a bath. Let me redo
it ; it'll definitely give you a Greek goddess vibe."

Inside the unwrapped linen, I discovered she hadn't taken off her bra; she had only loosened the straps.
The white bra encased two trembling breasts, which were surprisingly large. I was clearly stunned.

Ling, seeing that I hadn't moved after pulling the fabric aside, looked up and noticed my stunned expression.
She reached out and pinched my arm hard. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen anything like this before?" "

I've seen it, but never anything this big..." I said seriously, then quickly looked away. I wrapped
one end of the fabric around her shoulder, creating a strapless style at her chest, and then made a
simple . The linen draped naturally, and I noticed she was wearing conservative flesh-colored panties.
Her hips were wide, giving her an alluring hourglass shape. Her slender waist was no longer covered, making her look
both classic and seductive. She looked at herself in the mirror and seemed quite satisfied.

"Let's go, start shooting."

The shoot went smoothly. Although it wasn't like today's digital cameras where you can review photos instantly, I was certain back then
that the pictures would be perfect and beautiful. During the shoot, I had Ling do various poses
, constantly praising her figure and expressiveness. As the shoot progressed, Ling became more and more relaxed.

The linen was soft and smooth. During one pose, the linen on Ling's shoulder slipped down, revealing
half of her breast. "Your breasts are so beautiful. Take off your bra; it's ruining the look. You have no idea
how sexy you looked just now," I tempted Ling.

Ling had let her guard down around me. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You're lucky. If the photos don't turn out well, I'll make you regret it."
Then she reached behind her back and pulled down her bra. Instantly, one breast was exposed.

My breathing quickened. To be honest, Ling's breasts were really beautiful. The small nipples were pink and tender.
Although her skin wasn't very fair, it was very delicate and still dazzling against the beige linen.

I used backlighting and had Ling sit on a half-height table. I squatted down to adjust the hem of her skirt and set up the props. Ling's
breathing was a little rapid. I looked up at her. "Are you a little nervous? Are you afraid I'll bite you?" From my angle,
Ling's exposed breast was breathtaking. You could feel its heavy weight just by looking at it.

"Uh... It feels weird to be so exposed in front of strangers for the first time..." Ling hurriedly tried
to pull up the fabric at her chest, but the smooth fabric slipped down again, revealing
most of her other breast, the areola faintly visible.

"When I first saw you, I really didn't expect you to have such a great figure, simply perfect. I study painting, and
I've seen models of all kinds of figures in my anatomy classes, and I swear you have the most perfect figure I've ever seen." I
complimented her, and Ling smiled at me.

After adjusting the hem of her skirt, I slightly adjusted the fabric that was bunching up at Ling's chest. As I did so, the back of my hand inadvertently brushed against her
left nipple, and her nipple instantly perked up and hardened. But she didn't seem to notice my
harassment, and smiled.

Backlit, Ling resembled an ancient Greek sculpture. My eyes were devoid of lust; I simply pressed
the shutter button, capturing her beauty. She posed at my direction. Our coordination grew increasingly seamless, and soon
a roll of film was used up.

"So beautiful, this set of photos is sure to be a success," I said to Ling, changing the film.

"Looks like I didn't choose the wrong person," Ling said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. Her breasts
swayed with her movement, and my mouth felt dry.

"Choosing me was the right choice," I replied jokingly. "Take a break, we've been shooting for an
hour . Have some water,"

Ling said, wrapping herself in a cloth and following me to the lobby, where we sat on the sofa. I poured her a cup of coffee,
lit a cigarette, and sat opposite her.

"How do you feel? I think you're quite expressive. These photos will definitely be
the best I've taken since I opened the shop." I looked at her through the smoke.

"Not bad. You were focused and serious when you took my picture. I could tell you
weren't the lecherous type," Ling said, hiding her face behind her coffee cup, only her beautiful eyes showing.

"Actually, I was under a lot of pressure. It was exhausting to control my emotions in front of a half-naked beauty,"
I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Heh..." Ling chuckled softly. She didn't say anything more, taking small sips of her coffee. Her eyes were downcast, lost in
thought . I remained silent, quietly watching her. The way she drank her coffee was very feminine and alluring.

Back in the studio, I handed Ling a loose white shirt. "Wear this. I'll take a set of very relaxed and
sexy ." Then I went to set up the scenery and props.

After setting up the props, I turned around and saw Ling standing in front of the dressing mirror, adjusting her clothes. The oversized shirt hem covered
her hips, and two buttons at the top were undone, her beautiful figure hidden beneath the ordinary shirt.

The background was pure white, and the light reflected off it, making Ling's white shirt
appear semi-transparent, her alluring curves faintly visible.

"Sis, there's something not quite perfect, it affects the overall effect." I stroked my chin, my gaze lingering on Ling's
waist .

Ling noticed my gaze and hesitated for a moment, "This... does it have a big impact?" She knew I was referring
to her underwear; the conservative high-waisted style did indeed give a very discordant impression.

"Hmm, black t-shirts would be so much better, they'd be so alluring and captivating
. The way you're wearing them feels a bit mismatched," I said honestly. Actually, I was really hoping Ling would take them off.

Ling bit her lip. "Turn around."

When I turned back, Ling's face was flushed, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her shirt.

I stepped forward, looking into her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll take a picture of you at your most beautiful." I
gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and naturally kissed her forehead. "Sis, trust me."

Ling visibly stiffened when I kissed her forehead, a hint of wariness and anger flashing in her eyes. But my
"Sis" in her ear instantly dispelled her dissatisfaction, turning it into a smile.

"Little brat, trying to take advantage of your big sister." Ling reached out and slapped my chest, the blow weak and
powerless .

"Sis, I've already seen you naked, what else can I take advantage of? Okay, let me take your picture, you sexy beauty."
I said, as I unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, leaving only the bottom two buttons undone. The shirt
was large , and as I unbuttoned it, I saw a stunning glimpse of her pubic area.

The photoshoot continued, and at my direction, Ling lay against the white background, striking various
poses—alluring, seductive, or serene. The excessively loose shirt caused her private parts to peek out from time to time, swaying before my eyes.
Completely different from the first set of photos, my breathing became noticeably rapid, and my mouth went dry. Ling noticed
my change, her eyes filled with amusement, and she would occasionally deliberately pull open her shirt to reveal her nipples.

"I take back what I just said," Ling said to me while I was changing the film.

"What?" I turned to look at her.

"You looked so lecherous just now." Ling's eyes crinkled, her face full of a mischievous smile. "Did you react
?"

I was embarrassed and a little annoyed by the teasing. "Yeah, yeah,
I wouldn't be a man if I didn't react to such a stunning beauty."

Ling pretended to hit my head, but I grabbed her hand. "Stop it, be careful not to expose yourself."

"Hmph, don't think I don't know you were secretly watching me when you went to the back to adjust the lights." So
she found out. Several times I had used the excuse of adjusting the lights to go behind her and peek at her lower body.

"Hypocrite, if you want to look, then look. You've already seen everything." Ling had completely let go. Maybe
those few times I called her "sister" made her feel a sense of closeness to me, or maybe my slightly shy and boyish
demeanor made her feel that I was not dangerous.

I put down my camera and gently brushed the hair from her forehead. "Not enough looking? I want to touch." Her hoarse
voice startled me. My heart pounded even faster.

Ling stared into my eyes, the smile slowly fading, replaced by an unusual tenderness.
"...Where should I touch?" she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

I was trembling too, my legs a little weak. I sat down on a bar stool used for filming, pulled Ling closer, and
leaned her back against me. I lifted the hem of her shirt and grasped her large breasts.

"Sister..." I trembled, my lips close to her ear, my breath heavy, "Touch here... Sister.
You're so beautiful."

Ling's head rested on my shoulder, letting out a barely audible moan, "Mmm... No..." Her
hand pressed against mine.

I cupped Ling's breasts in my hands, unable to grasp them, so big... Her nipples gradually hardened, erecting,
pricking my palms, the sensation so wonderful.

Ling's hand pressed against mine, trying to stop me. With my gentle kneading, her strength gradually waned. Her small mouth
opened slightly, her eyes half-closed. Her breathing gradually became rapid.

I looked at Ling's small ears covered in soft down, opened my mouth and took her earlobe inside, my tongue
gently teasing it.

Ling's body tensed instantly, a long moan escaping her lips. She pressed my hands firmly against
her breasts, "Oh..."

I searched for her lips. Ling, somewhat dazed, turned her head to respond to my search.

I gently kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, finally capturing her sweet lips. Ling responded,
her tongue entwining with mine, and I savored her sweetness. My fingers caressed Ling's erect nipples. At that
moment , we found a perfect feeling in each other, unrelated to lust, just the feeling of wanting to keep kissing like
this forever…

When Ling and I separated, panting, Ling was limp as a board, leaning weakly against my chest. If
I hadn't held her tightly around the waist, she probably would have collapsed to the ground. I carried Ling to the living room, placed her on
the sofa , poured a glass of water, and sat down beside her. Ling naturally nestled in my arms, took the glass, and
drank. My hands encircled her waist, gently caressing it, a completely unconscious act,
as if we were a couple who had been in love for many years.

After Ling finished drinking the water, she put down the cup, her face flushed, and pinched my waist hard. "You pervert...you're
bullying me."

I lowered my head, getting closer to her, our noses almost touching. "I still want to tease you..."

"Ah, no!" Ling jumped up, a glimpse of dark skin flashing beneath her fluttering clothes, seemingly
glistening .

"Keep taking pictures of me." Ling pulled her clothes over her shoulders, covering her perfect breasts.

I helplessly rubbed my hardening groin, lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, stubbed it out, and walked towards
the studio .

The background was rearranged—a black background, wisps of smoke from the cigarette lighter, creating an ambiguous and
mysterious .

I turned back, intending to call Ling to the background, but froze. Ling had taken off her shirt, standing
completely naked before me. With her hands clasped over her breasts, she looked at
me with a slightly dazed gaze. "Is it okay to take the picture like this?"

"Sis..." My mind went completely blank. My inner voice kept repeating, "She's so beautiful, she's
too beautiful."

Ling stepped into the background, one hand covering her breast, the other covering her genitals. "You pervert...stop looking, take the picture."

I grabbed the camera, my eyes fixed solely on her, completely abandoning all lust. With each click of the shutter, a series of
mysteriously artistic nude photographs were taken.

When the last roll of film was used up, I threw the camera on the floor, dragged the naked Ling to the living room, pinned her
down on the sofa, and kissed her deeply.

Ling responded to me frantically, sucking hard on my tongue, her hands gripping my back as if trying to meld me into
her body. I felt like I couldn't breathe, struggling to pull away from her lips, gasping for air
before burying my face in her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple.

"Oh..." Ling screamed, grabbing my head and pressing it down forcefully. Her fingers dug into my hair,
rubbing it haphazardly.

"Kitty...kitty..." That was the pet name Ling used for me, only she would call me that... Even now,
thinking back on it still makes me want to cry.

I held Ling's nipple in my mouth, tearing at my clothes, throwing away all the excess, finally
naked and honest with Ling.

"Love me..." Ling said to me in a daze, reaching out to grasp my hot, hard penis and guiding it.

"Sister..." I murmured, releasing her lovely nipple and kissing my way down inch by inch, lingering on her
cute, delicate navel, continuing downwards... A tuft of fine hair came into my view, very fine, just
a small tuft, not lush.

Ling's hand remained on my head, and as I moved downwards, she spread her legs wide.

Finally, I found my ultimate target.

Ling's vulva had already secreted a considerable amount of fluid. Her light brown labia minora, at the top of which a pink clitoris
was already protruding and swollen, had no odor, and felt clean and refreshing. I licked her clitoris.

"Ah..." Ling convulsed, her legs clamping together, trapping my head between them.

"Sis... I'm going to make you feel good." I took Ling's clitoris into my mouth, my tongue beginning to sweep across it.

"Kitty... ah... no..." Ling's muscles were tense. Her hands gripped my hair so tightly it hurt.

I flipped my hands over and pressed them down on Ling's hands, sucking hard on her clitoris like a nursing mother, my tongue sweeping rapidly
back and forth across it. Soon, Ling's body began to convulse rhythmically, her lower body secreting a lot of
slippery fluid.

My penis was already throbbing unbearably, and feeling Ling's orgasm, I released Ling's cute clitoris and
lay top of her.

"Sis... did it feel good?" I gently stroked Ling's breasts, kissing her lips as I asked.

"Ugh...you rascal..." Ling answered weakly. I guided her hand to my throbbing penis
.

"Love me...I want..." Ling gripped my thick member, guiding it downwards.

"Want what..." I tempted her.

"Love me...fuck me..." Ling murmured.

I lifted myself up, watching Ling guide my massive member to her wet vulva. "Sister...I want to fuck you
...my cock is touching your pussy, it's going in." I found this very exciting, very lewd.

"Kitty...oh, fuck me..." Ling moaned, trying hard to guide my penis in. "Kitty,
hurry up and fuck your sister's pussy, your sister wants you."

I couldn't resist anymore, and thrust my hard penis in hard. A soft, warm feeling of tight grip
washed , making me moan.

"Sister...it feels so good...I love you...oh..."

Ling sighed after I entered her body, pressing down hard on my eager body. "Kitty,
don't move...oh..."

I couldn't control myself. "Sister...I want you...I want you..."

Ling hugged me tightly, her eyes closed, searching for me with her lips. I kissed her, my lower body unable to resist
starting to thrust.

"Mmm..." Ling groaned through her nose...I thrust slowly, Ling's lower body tightly wrapped around my
penis, warm and wet. I had a feeling of forgetting everything, only wanting to
stay .

"Kitty...it feels so good...harder..." Ling hugged me tightly and said to me.

I gradually increased the speed, the gurgling sounds growing louder and louder.

"Ah..." Ling's cries grew louder, and beads of sweat slowly seeped from our bodies.
I bit Ling's nipple, tearing and shaking it.

Perhaps Ling had given me too much stimulation before, because I soon couldn't help but ejaculate inside her.

"Sister...come home with me." I got up, watching the milky white semen flow from Ling's vagina. Ling's
chest and neck were pink.

"Mmm. Let's go home..." Ling was a little confused and lost.

I took a wet wipe and carefully cleaned Ling's genitals. Ling struggled for a moment, but seeing my determination, she blushed and let me
clean her private parts.

The living room was filled with a lewd smell. Ling and I got dressed, but Ling didn't dare to look at me and said she wanted to go back to the bedroom. I
pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. "Sis...you're mine tonight. Don't leave me."

Although it was winter, I still felt hot outside. I called Ling to get in the car, and I kept the window half-rolled down the whole way
to ease the heat.

My home is a 10-minute drive from the studio, very close. I moved out of my family home to live alone after I started working. Although
my family wasn't extremely wealthy, I at least owned my own three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

Ling remained silent the whole way, and I didn't know what to say to her until I led her into my home.

"I'm so hungry...you go cook, I'm going to take a shower," Ling ordered me casually. She
opened , found my bedroom, went in, stripped naked, and went into the bathroom.

I scratched my head and ran to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Ling came out wrapped in a towel and we quickly shared our simple dinner. Then she pushed me into the bathroom,
"You pervert, go wash up." I swear I've never showered so quickly before. I rinsed off quickly, but
I cleaned my genitals very carefully and even sprayed some perfume. How embarrassing.

Back in the bedroom, Ling wrapped herself in the blankets, only her cute short hair showing.

I got into bed, pulled back the blankets, and hugged Ling's naked body.

Ling's body trembled. I kissed her back, slowly kissing her spine all over her back.

Ling turned around and grabbed my erect penis. Her eyes were bright as she looked at me.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." Ling kissed me lightly.

"Like what?" I asked knowingly.

Ling pinched me hard, and I pretended to be in pain, frowning, "Ouch... you've ruined it."

"Good that it's ruined, you rascal, ruining it will save you from ruining other girls later."

"Sis... I've ruined you enough..." I touched Ling's breasts and gently pinched them.

"Kitty... do you think I'm a bad woman..." Ling kissed me and asked.

I pushed Ling away a little, holding her breasts, staring at her, "Sis... you're a
woman . I don't understand you, you're not a bad woman, just a little repressed." I teased her nipples with a wicked smile.

Ling buried her head in my shoulder, her voice muffled, as if she were sobbing, "You're the one who's horny...you seduced me.
You're a scoundrel."

Ling pulled back the covers and kissed my chest forcefully. Very forcefully, she kissed and moved downwards,
and I groaned softly in pleasure. Ling kissed my lower abdomen, and I placed my hand on her head, rubbing it, hoping she would continue
downwards .

When Ling reached my lower abdomen, she looked up at me, her eyes full of cunning, "You scoundrel...don't get too excited
..."

"Oh..." The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. My engorged penis entered her warm, wet mouth,
her tongue skillfully teasing the glans. I felt my penis was harder than ever before.

"Sis...oh..." This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Looking back now, Ling's technique was really
clumsy, but that kind of dedication, that kind of feeling, was something only she could have.

"Oh...Sis...I want to fuck you...I want you..."

I was a little incoherent, my mind a complete blank. Ling's oral sex technique was really clumsy, her teeth often scratched
me, but I didn't care, I just felt very satisfied and happy.

Ling spat out my penis, crawled to my side, "You pervert...I didn't expect it to be like this..."
There was a hint of panic or confusion in her eyes.

I kissed her, my tongue gently licking her lips, "Sis...do you regret it?"

Ling reached out and stroked my face, very carefully, finally her finger stopped on my lips and gently slid, "Kitty
...your name is so cute..."

I bit her finger and put it in my mouth. I didn't correct her for remembering my nickname incorrectly.

Her hand grasped my erection, and she chuckled, "Kitty...you're hard."

I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, "Sis, you're so tempting, look how perky your nipples are."

Ling stroked my penis back and forth, "You rascal, how many women have you seduced? Confess."

"I swear to God, Sis, I never imagined this before I met you." It was true;
after breaking up with my ex-girlfriend, Ling was the first woman to enter my life.

Ling narrowed her eyes, "Okay, I believe you." Her soft little tongue licked my lips, and I rolled over and pinned her down,
forcefully taking her tongue into my mouth.

In sexual activity, I greatly prefer kissing between partners, and Ling is the only woman I've ever been with who enjoys
kissing me and can orgasm from kissing.

I felt a little hot and sat up, leaning against the headboard. Ling was straddling my legs, her large breasts pressing against my waist,
revealing breathtaking curves.

Ling's face was pressed against my waist, her small hands grasping and playing with my penis. Fluid occasionally seeped from the urethral opening, and
Ling used her fingers to smear the fluid all over my glans. She was manipulating my penis as if it were a toy.

I watched Ling play with my penis, her fingers stroking her smooth back; the atmosphere was both erotic and comfortable, and
I craved it.

Ling licked away the fluid from the glans with her tongue. Her small tongue deftly enveloped my penis,
sweeping back and forth along the coronal sulcus. My breathing quickened, and I pinched and played with Ling's nipple with one hand. Ling's breasts have always fascinated me. Even after
we've been together for a long time, Ling still laughs at me for liking to suck on her breasts so much, saying I'm like her son.

After I finished smoking, I leaned against the headboard, pulled Ling up so her back was against my chest,
sucked on her breast, and used the other to touch her genitals. This was Ling and I
'd always used this position for a long time during our year together. Ling could easily reach orgasm in this state. When Ling
orgasmed her body would convulse, and her clitoris would become very erect. Often at that moment, I would pinch her clitoris with my fingers
and bite her earlobe hard. Ling's sensitive spots were at the base of her earlobe and breasts, and every time this happened, Ling would go limp as if she had died
. This is why, during our first photoshoot, I accidentally sucked on her earlobe, which led to
her falling for me.

"Sis... I want to fuck you," I said crudely, pinching Ling's nipple.

Ling was very elegant and ladylike in daily life, but when she was with me, she particularly enjoyed my
vulgar language.

"Want to fuck me there?" Ling moaned.

"Fuck my pussy," I said to her in a lewd tone, licking Ling's earlobe.

"Fuck me, I'll let you fuck me," Ling said, dazed, her hand gripping my penis and stroking it vigorously.

I rolled over and pinned Ling beneath me, my glans pressing against her labia. "Sis, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to
fuck you with my big cock." I noticed the excitement Ling showed when I said these obscene things.

"Give it to me... kitty... put it in..." Ling babbled incoherently, her lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly.

"What do you mean, put it in... sis..." I suppressed my desire to penetrate, continuing to tease Ling.

"Cock... quick... put it in... sis wants your cock..." Ling went crazy,
slapping , one hand reaching down to grab my penis and guide it towards her private parts.

I rubbed the head of my penis against Ling's clitoris, refusing to penetrate, Ling's face flushed, pleading, "Good kitty."
"Cat, hurry up and give it to your sister, I can't take it anymore, come in quickly."

I lowered my head and kissed Ling, while simultaneously thrusting my penis hard into her body. Ling's whole body tensed instantly, her hands
gripping my back tightly, her lower body arching upwards, as if she wanted me to melt into her body. Her calves wrapped around my waist,
pressing down forcefully.

I thrust in and out vigorously, Ling's chest flushed crimson, she murmured and held my body tightly. I felt
a hardness and endurance I had never felt before, pumping wildly, Ling's soft moans turned into high-pitched screams.
Sweat poured from my chest and back as I thrust into Ling's body with the force of a pile driver. As I thrust, Ling
's grip on me tightened, and I felt a burning pain in my back. Beads of
sweat appeared on Ling's breasts. I gritted my teeth and thrust even harder. Ling's vagina gripped my penis tightly, very wet, and
the gurgling sounds during thrusting grew louder. I felt Ling scratching my back; it hurt, but it was also very stimulating. I
lowered my and bit Ling's nipple, not sucking, but biting hard, tearing with my teeth, and swinging it back and forth. Ling
started babbling incoherently, her moans tinged with sobs, no longer knowing what she was saying.

I was getting tired, so I gradually reduced the frequency of my thrusts and gestured for Ling to turn over and lie face down on the bed. Ling lay limp, her dazed
eyes almost closing, murmuring, "Kitty... Sister feels so good, don't stop..."

My throbbing penis throbbed, the purplish-red glans covered in Ling's secretions, throbbing painfully. I
flipped Ling over, supporting her buttocks, and thrust my thick penis into her from behind.

"Huff..." I panted heavily, "Sister... does it feel good..."

"Kitty... Sister is going to be fucked to death by you..." Ling murmured. Her head sank weakly into the pillow. I reached out and grasped
her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"Sister... your breasts are so big, so soft... Sister... your pussy is so tight... so good..." I
thrust roughly, watching Ling's labia flip in and out with each thrust.

"I'm flying... Ah, I'm flying..." Ling cried out. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris. "Faster...
harder... faster..." Ling cried out. I sped up, sweat pouring down my face, and at the same time, I felt a tight grip
inside , making thrusting difficult. So tight, so good. At the same time, Ling let out a long moan and
went limp.

Ling no longer had the strength to speak, her face turned to the side as she lay on the pillow, panting heavily. I had never been so
vigorous ; my erect penis had been thrusting continuously for nearly 15 minutes.

Ling's legs became weak, and her buttocks uncontrollably slumped down. "So tired... Kitty... come on top
."

I got up, filled with pride and satisfaction, because I hadn't felt ejaculation yet. This time, the sex was an experience I had never had
before . Ling's neck and chest were flushed pink, her cheeks as if painted with rouge. Her slightly parted mouth
was breathing rapidly, her eyes glazed over, watery as if she were crying.

I gently kissed Ling's lips, but she didn't have the strength to respond. I guided my thick penis and skillfully thrust it into Ling
's vagina. After penetration, I didn't immediately start thrusting, gently kissing the corners of Ling's mouth. "Sis... does it feel good?"

"Mmm..." Ling became weak.

"Sis... I haven't ejaculated yet..." I kissed Ling, my tongue lightly licking her earlobe.

"Bad cat... Sis is so tired... so comfortable... let Sis rest for a bit." Ling responded weakly.

I began to thrust slowly, very slowly, but I liked this feeling, it felt very warm. As I thrust, I
could savor the warmth and tightness of Ling's vagina.

With each thrust, Ling began to moan softly. I gently bit Ling's earlobe, teasing her softly.

"Sis... is my cock hard?" "Sis... I love fucking you." "Sis... your pussy is so tight,
it's hard for my cock to go in."

Ling couldn't resist my verbal and physical stimulation; her lower body throbbed incessantly, responding to my thrusts.
Her soft moans were so alluring.

I hugged her tightly, our faces pressed together. I could clearly feel Ling's cheeks burning. My lower body began
to thrust, faster and faster. Ling coiled around me like an octopus, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me.
Her moans grew louder and louder.

Finally, I ejaculated with great pleasure, trembling, unable to contain the intense ecstasy. I held Ling tightly
, letting out a low growl as I fired bullet after bullet into her body. Ling hugged my neck, biting
down hard, making a sound like a sob through her nose.

After a long while, I climbed off Ling. She lay sprawled out, limbs outstretched, her chest and neck flushed pink.
Letting the thick semen flow from her body, I went to the bathroom to get a towel and cleaned her lower body. I lay down
beside Ling, pulling the blanket over her.

I gently stroked her hair, looking at her satisfied expression, feeling incredibly peaceful. Ling pressed her face against my chest,
wrapped her arms around my waist, and murmured with her eyes closed, "Bad cat...I'm going to die..."

I ran my fingers through Ling's hair, noticing her ears were bright red. "Sis...I'm so happy...
I really want to hold you like this forever."

Ling looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "Kiss me..." Ling closed her eyes and looked up.

I lowered my head, our lips lightly touching. Ling stuck out her tongue, and I gently bit it, my tongue tip lightly licking hers. Ling retaliated,
sucking my tongue into her mouth. We were both lost in the game of kissing.

"It's...it's flowing..." Ling gasped, whispering. She lowered her head, not daring to look at me.

I got up and knelt between Ling's legs. Ling, shy, covered her face, not letting me see. I pulled her hand away and leaned over
to lightly kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling let out a soft cry, pulled the blanket over her head, and pretended to be an ostrich.

Although Ling was no longer a virgin, her sexual experience was clearly limited. Her two light brown labia minora were
symmetrical and firm, unlike the dark brown or black, loose and swollen labia minora of experienced women. A thin stream of
clear fluid was flowing down her buttocks. Ling's anus was also light brown and firm,
contracting with each breath.

I used my fingers to separate Ling's labia minora, revealing her pink vagina. Ling groaned muffledly from under the blanket,
"You pervert... stop looking..."

I stroked Ling's clitoris, the swollen clitoris proudly erect, round and smooth. Ling's vagina began to
contract rhythmically, squeezing out strands of residual semen mixed with her bodily fluids. It smelled very lewd.

I moved closer and licked the base of Ling's thighs. Ling reached over and grabbed my hair, as if to stop me, yet also as if expecting
me to continue.

I inserted a finger, and Ling's vagina gripped me tightly, as if with a slight suction. Ling threw back the covers and began
to pant heavily. I moved my finger in and out, leaning in to kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling roughly rubbed my hair, her breathing
becoming even heavier.

"Kitty... oh... kitty... I'm going to be played to death by you... I'm going to fly again..."

Suddenly, Ling's legs clamped tightly around my head, "Oh... don't move... I'm flying... I'm flying..."

Ling's body was so sensitive, and she easily reached another orgasm. I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and
my strength hadn't recovered yet, so I temporarily released Ling. I hugged her and continued our kissing game, while simultaneously playing with Ling's
breasts that fascinated me. Ling was exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I gently smoothed her
furrowed brow, pulled the blanket over her shoulders, and lay down beside her.

Later, I asked Ling to be my girlfriend, and she told me her story. She had a fiancé who was somewhat influential in her
hometown They were to get married after she graduated, and her fiancé had already arranged a job for her in a
public institution. He was an unromantic man who had taken advantage of Ling long ago, treating her only as a
tool for release. Ling came to take photos simply to leave a memory before her wedding. She said she had never felt love
from , but she never expected to fall in love with me at first sight. With me, she found both physical and emotional
satisfaction. But Ling was very rational. She was seven years older than me, and she said she could never be with me. She said she
belonged to me until she got married.

After that, we were intimate almost every night, expressing our desires in various unrestrained ways. I gave
Ling the key to my house, and from that day on, Ling acted like the lady of the house. When she didn't have classes, she would stay home all day to clean,
cook , and wait for me to come home. I worked long hours like a husband, turning down all social engagements to come home every night to be with her.
Ling liked it when I hugged her, played kissing games, and whispered lewd things in her ear. When we were passionate,
we made love unrestrainedly, and the whole house became our battleground.

When it was quiet, Ling was like a little wife, snuggling in my arms, chatting and watching TV. At that time, I
didn't fully understand the necessity of contraception. Ling knew I didn't like using condoms and had been secretly taking oral contraceptives.

During her time at university, Ling took me in and out of her graduate student dormitory, completely disregarding what others thought. She openly
told her roommates that she was my lover. The photos were developed; they were beautiful, very well-taken, and
Ling looked very pure in her nude state. Ling treasured all of the more than one hundred photos and never showed them to anyone.

The night before Ling left, we were passionately entwined, having made love countless times until dawn.
I ejaculated my thin semen into Ling's body again and again, and Ling repeatedly took my still-erect penis into her mouth,
doing everything she could to make it erect, to make me love her.

After dawn, Ling picked up her luggage and left home, refusing my offer to see her off. Ling stood at the door, not turning to look at
me, and whispered that I shouldn't think about her, that I should forget her. I haven't seen her since; she simply
vanished from my life so easily.

I'm writing this because of a strange overseas phone call a few days ago. Ling had gone through four or five friends
to find my number. We talked all night that day. She divorced that man a long time ago and
is now in Australia, a mother of three. Ling said she didn't contact me again after leaving because she didn't want to hurt me anymore, because she knew there would be no future
for . So many years have passed, and Ling feels we've both matured enough to let go of the
past. Ling said she often takes out the photos I took of her to look at, reminiscing about the days we spent together. I'll show this
to her after I finish writing it, as a way to remember that unforgettable experience I once had.

Perhaps influenced by the abuse, what I still cherish most in sex is the tender kiss between lovers.

I entered the industry in 2000, having studied oil painting at an art school before that. Back then, the art market was somewhat sluggish, and most painting majors became craftsmen in small and medium-sized galleries, selling their cheap skills and copying well-known paintings for very low pay.

Hei Bing from Beijing became an idol for us struggling craftsmen during that era. Yan Rong, who studied sculpture at the Central Academy of Arts and Design, along with Lao San and Wei Bing, opened the Hei Bing Photography Studio, which became a legend. It was under their influence that I stepped into the world of commercial portrait photography.

The city I live in is an ancient city, and also a cultural city, with universities of all sizes scattered throughout. I invested all my meager savings and my parents' limited subsidies into opening a small photography studio near a university. Most of my clients came from these universities.

Back in 2000, people's thinking was still relatively conservative, but the higher a woman's education, the higher her pursuit of beauty and the more open-minded she was. This was completely different from the so-called "national models" of today who would strip for money.

Ling was my first nude photography client; she was a graduate student. She was also a woman I remember deeply. Our relationship lasted for a year, until she graduated and left… I'm writing about our story because, even after 10 years, I find I still can't forget her.

That was in 2001. My little shop was gaining a reputation locally, and I was making a lot of money. But the mechanical nature of photography had numbed me. Everyone looked the same; back then, lighting and styling were no longer important. It was purely commercial photography, completely devoid of artistic merit.

She appeared that winter. I still vividly remember the day I met her: a cloudy afternoon, dressed somewhat plainly in black trousers, a pullover sweater, and a bulky mid-length down jacket. She wore black-rimmed glasses, and her short hair was a bit messy, whether from the wind or unkempt.

The receptionist called me out of the studio; I was a little impatient, having just finished a photoshoot. She told me that a customer insisted on speaking with the photographer before deciding whether to place an order. That's how Ling and I met.

Ling slowly flipped through the sample photos in the shop, looking at them very carefully. I kept rambling on about the shop's features, boasting about my skills. Ling didn't seem to hear a thing, continuing to flip through the sample photos one by one. At that time, most of the sample photos were of the sweet and cute type, and she frowned slightly as she looked at them, seemingly dissatisfied with this style.

I planned to have someone else serve her, wanting to take a break from the shoot to have a cigarette.

"Are you the photographer here? Are you the only photographer here?" Ling closed the photo album and looked up at me as I was about to get up.

"I own this shop, and I'm the only photographer here. As you can see, although our shop is quite small, we still have a lot of customers. People seem to appreciate my skills." I gestured to the receptionist to bring her a cup of coffee.

"Are these the only styles of photos you have...?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Wait a moment." I turned and took a photo album from a drawer. It was an album I'd shot for a band a few months ago. At the time, the style was very avant-garde, an attempt I made by referencing some popular elements from abroad—a gothic style. There was a female bassist in it; I'd given her an exaggerated look, a wild style with a touch of eerie sexiness, but not overly revealing. However, it seemed they didn't like the style, and it was discarded as scrap. But I liked it myself and made it into an album, keeping it, of course, with their permission. Later, I did a reshoot for them, a more "normal" one.

She was clearly attracted; I felt a sense of connection.

"I like something a bit different. Can you take some special photos for me?" She sounded a little hesitant, or perhaps...shy, when she said this.

I noticed this, and a sense of excitement and anticipation stirred within me.

"Sexy? Or something really decadent and heavy metal? Or hippie?" Back then, the term "non-mainstream" didn't exist. I began to scrutinize her closely.

Ling clutched the corner of her sweater in both hands, her legs starting to cross, as if making a decision. "I want to take some sexy, mysterious photos...or..." She didn't finish her sentence, but I felt I understood what she meant.

I agreed to a trial shoot and made an appointment with her. We set it for the evening after tomorrow, because I'm not working at night, so I could have plenty of time and a relaxed state of mind to create. I promised her I would take photos of her with a creative mindset, and she said she was very satisfied with my arrangements. However, she didn't show up at the appointed time.

A week passed, and just when I had almost forgotten about it, Ling arrived. She told me that she had been delayed for a few days due to some matters, and only had time to come today.

I had the makeup artist do Ling's hair and apply light makeup. Then I sent the makeup artist home. I took Ling to the dressing room and told her she could choose her own clothes. Then I went to the front door and pulled down the shutter.

Ling was clearly a little scared and nervous. She asked me anxiously, "Why did you pull down the door?"

"This is so I can focus on taking a unique set of photos for you," I said with a shrug. "You know, I usually close up shop and go home to rest by this time. I arranged to take your picture at night to give you a quiet environment, and I haven't felt creative in a long time. You gave me that feeling, and I wanted to take a serious picture of you without being disturbed by others."

"My name is Yu, you can call me Lao Miao… Don't laugh, because my mom loves cats, and she gave me the nickname Miao Miao when I was born, which is actually a homonym for Miao Miao." I used this method to ease her tension and wariness.

Ling smiled; she was beautiful when she smiled, and her face was no longer so cold after taking off her glasses. Her eyes curved when she smiled, and her nose wrinkled slightly, making her very cute.

"How old are you? I'm 21," I asked her while tidying up my camera.

"Asking a girl's age is very impolite. My name is Ling, you can call me sister." She said, her back to me, while picking out clothes. Later I found out her age; she was seven years older than me.

"Okay, Sister Ling. Have you chosen your clothes?"

Ling turned around, her brows furrowing again. (Later, whenever we were together, I always liked to smooth her brows with my fingers because she really loved to frown.) "I don't like any of them. Can you give me some suggestions?" "

Don't you like any of them? Then how about we take a set of Greek-style photos? I'll make you a stylist out of linen; you should like it. It's very classic."

"Okay, I like the classic style." Ling happily agreed. I pulled out a light, off-white linen fabric from the corner of the dressing room and looked at Ling. "Um, this fabric is for this look. Can you take your clothes off?"

Ling blushed, looking a little hesitant. I explained, "This style requires this. It's like those European and American fashion shows, a bit exaggerated, a bit sexy. But it won't be too revealing." Ling

bit her lip, looking into my eyes. "I'm a little embarrassed..."

"Don't worry, the photos will definitely look beautiful. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Besides, didn't you want to take some unique photos? You don't really like these clothes. The solution I came up with will definitely work." I answered frankly, looking into her eyes.

"Then...then give it to me, I'll go in and fix it. You can adjust it for me when I come out."

Ling took the linen and went into the changing room. I suddenly felt my heart race a little, and hearing the rustling sounds coming from the changing room, I actually became a little nervous.

After a short while, Ling poked her head out of the changing room. "Don't look at me, don't laugh at me."

"Don't be shy, come out, I won't laugh."

Ling came out, and I still couldn't help but laugh. She wrapped the linen around herself like a bath towel.

"You're still laughing!" Ling was very embarrassed and turned to go back into the changing room. I grabbed her arm, "It's okay, it's fine, I can fix it for you."

After laughing, Ling seemed to have lost her guard and stood obediently in front of me, just looking shy with her head down, her face also very red.

I stood in front of her and carefully looked her over. Her skin wasn't very fair, and her slender arms extended gracefully down to her rounded shoulders. She was a bit thin, with prominent and beautiful collarbones. A faint cleavage could be seen on her chest, which was covered by linen, and there were obvious marks from her bra straps on her shoulders.

"I didn't expect you to be so thin," I said, placing my hand on the opening of the linen she was clutching tightly. I took a deep breath.

Ling's body trembled slightly; she was clearly nervous.

I casually started a conversation with her, using professional terminology and some of my own artistic insights to try and impress her. Slowly, I unwrapped the linen from her body. "Wrapped up like that, you look like a beauty emerging from a bath. Let me redo it for you; you'll definitely look like a Greek goddess."

Inside the unwrapped linen, I noticed she hadn't taken off her bra, only the straps. The white bra revealed two surprisingly large, trembling breasts. I was visibly stunned.

Ling, seeing that I hadn't moved after pulling the fabric aside, looked up and noticed my stunned expression. She reached out and pinched my arm hard. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen anything like this before?"

"I've seen it, but never anything this big..." I said seriously, then quickly looked away. I wrapped one end of the fabric around her shoulder, creating a strapless style at her chest, and then made a simple skirt around her hips. The linen draped naturally, and I noticed she was wearing conservative flesh-colored panties. Her hips were wide, giving her an alluring hourglass shape. Her slender waist was no longer covered, making her look both classic and seductive. She looked at herself in the mirror and seemed quite satisfied.

"Let's go, start shooting."

The shoot went smoothly. Although it wasn't like today's digital cameras where you can review photos instantly, I was certain back then that the pictures would be perfect and beautiful. During the shoot, I had Ling do various poses, constantly praising her figure and expressiveness. As the shoot progressed, Ling became more and more relaxed.

The linen was soft and smooth. During one pose, the linen on Ling's shoulder slipped down, revealing half of her breast. "Your breasts are so beautiful. Take off your bra; it's ruining the look. You have no idea how sexy you looked just now," I tempted Ling.

Ling had let her guard down around me. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You're lucky. If the photos don't turn out well, I'll make you regret it." Then she reached behind her back and pulled down her bra. Instantly, one breast was no longer covered and sprang out.

My breathing quickened. To be honest, Ling's breasts were really beautiful. Her small nipples were pink and tender. Although her skin wasn't very fair, it was very delicate and still dazzling against the beige linen.

I used backlighting to position Ling on a half-height table. I knelt down to adjust her skirt and set up the props. Ling's breathing was a little rapid. I looked up at her. "Are you a little nervous? Afraid I'll bite you?" From my angle, Ling's exposed breast was quite breathtaking; you could feel its heavy weight just by looking at it.

"Uh... It feels weird being so exposed in front of strangers for the first time..." Ling awkwardly tried to pull up the fabric at her chest, but the smooth fabric slipped down again, revealing most of her other breast, the areola faintly visible.

"When I first saw you, I really didn't expect you to have such a great figure, simply perfect. I study painting, and I've seen models of all kinds of figures in my anatomy classes, but I swear you have the most perfect figure I've ever seen." I complimented her, and Ling smiled at me.

After straightening the hem of her skirt, I slightly adjusted the fabric that had bunched up at Ling's chest. As I did so, the back of my hand inadvertently brushed against her left nipple, which instantly hardened. She seemed oblivious to my harassment, smiling.

Backlit, Ling resembled an ancient Greek sculpture. My eyes were devoid of lust; I simply pressed the shutter button, capturing her beauty. She posed at my direction. Our coordination grew increasingly seamless, and soon a roll of film was used up.

"So beautiful, this set of photos will definitely be a success," I said to Ling as I changed rolls.

"Looks like I didn't choose the wrong person," Ling said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. Her breasts swayed with her movement, and my mouth went dry.

"Choosing me was the right choice," I replied jokingly. "Take a break, you've been shooting for an hour, have some water."

Ling wrapped herself in a cloth and followed me to the lobby, where we sat on the sofa. I poured her a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette, and sat opposite her.

"How was it? I think you're quite expressive; these photos will definitely be the best I've taken since I opened the shop." I looked at her through the smoke.

"Not bad, there was no ulterior motive in your eyes when you were taking my picture, you were very focused. I could tell you weren't the lecherous type." Ling hid her face behind the coffee cup, only her beautiful eyes showing, and looked at me.

"Actually, I was under a lot of pressure, facing a half-naked beauty and having to control my emotions, it was exhausting." I said to her, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Heh..." Ling chuckled softly. She didn't speak again, sipping her coffee. Her eyes were lowered, lost in thought. I remained silent, watching her quietly. The way she drank her coffee was so feminine, so alluring.

Back in the studio, I handed Ling a large white shirt. "Wear this, I'll take a set of very languid and sexy photos of you." Then I went to set up the set and props. After

setting up the props, I turned around and saw Ling standing in front of the dressing mirror, adjusting her clothes. The hem of the large shirt covered her hips, and two buttons on the chest were undone, her beautiful figure subtly hidden within the ordinary shirt.

The background was pure white, and the light reflecting off the white background made Ling's white shirt appear semi-transparent, her captivating curves faintly visible.

"Sis, there's something not quite perfect, it affects the overall look." I stroked my chin, my gaze lingering on Ling's waist.

Ling noticed my gaze and hesitated for a moment, "This... does it have a big impact?" She knew I was referring to her underwear; the conservative high-waisted style did indeed give off a very discordant feeling.

"Yeah, if it were black thongs, it would definitely be very alluring and charming. The way you're wearing it feels a bit mismatched." I spoke the truth. Actually, I was really hoping Ling would take it off.

Ling bit her lip, "Turn around."

When I turned back, Ling's face was flushed, her small hands tightly pressing down on the hem of her shirt.

I stepped forward, looking into her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll capture your most beautiful moments." I gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and naturally kissed her forehead. "Sis, trust me."

Ling visibly stiffened when I kissed her forehead, a hint of wariness and anger flashing in her eyes. But my "Sis" in her ear instantly dispelled her displeasure, replaced by a smile.

"Little brat, trying to take advantage of your older sister." Ling reached out and lightly punched my chest, her hand weak and powerless.

"Sis, I've already seen you naked, what advantage could I possibly have? Okay, here's your picture, sexy beauty." As I spoke, I unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, leaving only the bottom two buttons undone. The shirt was too big, and when I unbuttoned it, I saw a stunning glimpse of black skin on her lower body.

The photoshoot was underway, and Ling, at my direction, lay against the white background, striking various poses—alluring, seductive, or serene. The excessively loose shirt caused her to occasionally expose herself, her private parts swaying before my eyes. Completely different from the first set of photos, my breathing became noticeably rapid, and my mouth went dry. Ling noticed my change, her eyes filled with laughter, and occasionally she would deliberately pull open her shirt, revealing her nipples to me.

"I take back what I just said," Ling said to me while I changed the film.

"What?" I turned to look at her.

"You looked so lewd just now," Ling said, her eyes crinkling, her face full of a mischievous smile. "Did you react?"

I was embarrassed and a little annoyed by the teasing. "Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't be a man if I didn't react to such a stunning beauty."

Ling pretended to hit my head, but I grabbed her hand. "Stop it, be careful not to expose yourself."

"Hmph, don't think I don't know you were secretly watching me when you went to the back to adjust the lights." So she found out. Several times I had used the excuse of adjusting the lights to go behind her and peek at her lower body.

"Hypocrite, if you want to look, then look. You've already seen everything." Ling had completely let go. Maybe those few times I called her "sister" made her feel a sense of closeness to me, or maybe my slightly shy and boyish demeanor made her feel that I was not dangerous.

I put down my camera and gently brushed the hair from her forehead. "Not enough looking? I want to touch you." Her hoarse voice startled me. My heart pounded even faster.

Ling stared into my eyes, the smile slowly fading, replaced by an unusual tenderness. "...Where should I touch you?" she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

I was trembling too, my legs a little weak. I sat down on a bar stool used for filming, pulled Ling closer, and leaned her back against me. I lifted the hem of her shirt and placed my hands on her large breasts.

"Sister..." I trembled, my lips close to her ear, my breath heavy, "Touch here... Sister. You're so beautiful."

Ling's head rested on my shoulder, letting out a barely audible moan, "Mmm... No..." Her hand pressed against mine.

I cupped Ling's breasts in my hands, unable to grasp them, so big... Her nipples gradually hardened, erecting, pricking my palms, the sensation so wonderful.

Ling's hand pressed against mine, trying to stop me. With my gentle kneading, her strength gradually waned. Her small mouth opened slightly, her eyes half-closed. Her breathing gradually became rapid.

I looked at Ling's small ears covered in soft down, opened my mouth and took her earlobe inside, my tongue gently teasing it.

Ling's body tensed instantly, a long moan escaping her lips. She pressed my hands firmly against her breasts, "Oh..."

I searched for her lips. Ling, somewhat dazed, turned her head to respond to my search. I

gently kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, finally capturing her sweet lips. Ling responded, her tongue entwining with mine, and I savored her sweetness. My fingers caressed Ling's erect nipples. At that moment, we found a perfect feeling in each other, unrelated to lust, just a feeling of wanting to keep kissing like this forever...

When Ling and I separated, panting heavily, she was completely limp, leaning weakly against me. If I hadn't held her tightly around the waist, she probably would have collapsed to the ground. I carried Ling to the living room, placed her on the sofa, poured her a glass of water, and sat down beside her. Ling naturally nestled in my arms, took the glass, and drank. My hands encircled her waist, gently caressing it—a completely unconscious act, as if we were a couple who had been in love for many years.

Ling finished her water, put down the cup, and, her face flushed, pinched my waist hard. "You pervert...you're bullying me."

I lowered my head, getting closer to her, our noses almost touching. "I want to bully you again..."

"Ah, stop!" Ling jumped up, a glimpse of dark skin flashing beneath her fluttering clothes, seemingly glistening.

"Keep taking pictures of me." Ling pulled her clothes over her shoulders, covering her perfect breasts.

I helplessly rubbed my hardening lower body, lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, stubbed it out, and walked towards the studio.

The background was rearranged—a black background, wisps of smoke from the vapor machine, creating an ambiguous and mysterious atmosphere.

I turned around, intending to call Ling to the background, but froze. Ling took off her shirt, standing completely naked in front of me. Her hands were clasped over her breasts, her eyes glazed over as she looked at me. "Is it okay to take pictures like this?"

"Sis…" My mind went blank. My inner voice kept repeating, "She's so beautiful, she's so beautiful."

Ling stepped into the background, one hand covering her breast, the other covering her genitals. "You pervert… stop looking, take my picture."

I grabbed the camera, my eyes fixed solely on her, completely abandoning all lust. With each click of the shutter, a series of mysteriously artistic nude photographs were taken. When

the last roll of film was used up, I threw the camera on the floor, dragged the naked Ling to the living room, pressed her onto the sofa, and kissed her deeply.

Ling responded to me frantically, sucking hard on my tongue, her hands gripping my back as if trying to meld me into her body. I felt like I couldn't breathe, struggling to pull away from her lips, gasping for air before burying my face in her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple.

"Oh..." Ling screamed, grabbing my head and pressing it down forcefully. Her fingers dug into my hair, rubbing it haphazardly.

"Kitty...kitty..." That was the pet name Ling used for me, only she would call me that... Even now, thinking back on it still makes me want to cry.

I held Ling's nipple in my mouth, tearing at my clothes, throwing away all the excess, finally naked and honest with Ling.

"Love me..." Ling said to me in a daze, reaching out to grasp my hot, hard penis and guiding it.

"Sister..." I murmured, releasing her lovely nipple and kissing my way down inch by inch, lingering on her cute, delicate navel, continuing downwards... A tuft of fine hair came into my view, very fine, just a small tuft, not lush.

Ling's hand remained on my head, and as I moved downwards, she spread her legs wide.

Finally, I found my ultimate target.

Ling's vulva had already secreted a considerable amount of fluid. Her light brown labia minora, at the top of which a pink clitoris was already protruding and swollen, had no odor, and felt clean and refreshing. I licked her clitoris.

"Ah..." Ling convulsed, her legs clamping together, trapping my head between them.

"Sis... I'm going to make you feel good." I took Ling's clitoris into my mouth, my tongue beginning to sweep across it.

"Kitty... ah... no..." Ling's muscles were tense. Her hands gripped my hair so tightly it hurt.

I flipped my hands over and pressed them down on Ling's hands, sucking hard on her clitoris like a nursing mother, my tongue sweeping rapidly back and forth across it. Soon, Ling's body began to convulse rhythmically, her lower body secreting a lot of slippery fluid.

My penis was already throbbing unbearably, and feeling Ling's orgasm, I released Ling's cute clitoris and lay back down on top of her.

"Sis... did it feel good?" I gently stroked Ling's breasts, kissing her lips as I asked.

"Ugh...you rascal..." Ling answered weakly. I guided her hand to my throbbing penis.

"Love me...I want..." Ling gripped my thick member, guiding it downwards.

"Want what..." I tempted her.

"Love me...fuck me..." Ling murmured.

I lifted myself up, watching Ling guide my massive member to her wet vulva. "Sister...I want to fuck you...my cock is touching your pussy, it's going in." I found this very exciting, very lewd.

"Kitty...oh, fuck me..." Ling moaned, trying hard to guide my penis in. "Kitty, hurry up and fuck your sister's pussy, your sister wants you."

I couldn't resist anymore, and thrust my hard penis in hard. A soft, warm feeling of tight grip washed over me, making me moan.

"Sister...it feels so good...I love you...oh..."

Ling sighed after I entered her body, pressing down hard on my eager body. "Kitty, don't move...oh..."

I couldn't control myself. "Sister...I want you...I want you..."

Ling hugged me tightly, her eyes closed, searching for me with her lips. I kissed her, my lower body unable to resist starting to thrust.

"Mmm..." Ling groaned through her nose...I thrust slowly, Ling's lower body tightly wrapped around my penis, warm and wet. I had a feeling of forgetting everything, only wanting to stay like this with the woman in my arms forever.

"Kitty...it feels so good...harder..." Ling hugged me tightly and said to me.

I gradually increased the speed, the gurgling sounds growing louder and louder.

"Ah..." Ling's cries grew louder, and beads of sweat slowly seeped from our bodies. I bit Ling's nipple, tearing and shaking it.

Perhaps Ling had given me too much stimulation before, because I soon couldn't help but ejaculate inside her.

"Sister...come home with me." I got up, watching the milky white semen flow from Ling's vagina. Ling's chest and neck were pink.

"Mmm. Let's go home..." Ling was a little confused and lost.

I took a wet wipe and carefully cleaned Ling's genitals. Ling struggled for a moment, but seeing my determination, she blushed and let me clean her private parts.

The living room was filled with a lewd smell. Ling and I got dressed, but Ling didn't dare to look at me and said she wanted to go back to the bedroom. I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. "Sis... tonight you're mine. Don't leave me."

Although it was winter, I still felt hot outside. I called Ling to get in the car, and I kept the window half-rolled down the whole way to relieve the heat.

My home is a 10-minute drive from the studio, very close. I moved out of my family home to live alone after I started working. Although my family wasn't super rich, I at least had my own three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

Ling remained silent the whole way, and I didn't know what to say to her until I led her inside.

"I'm so hungry... you go cook, I'm going to take a shower," Ling ordered me naturally. She opened and looked through all the rooms, found my bedroom, pushed open the door, stripped naked, and went into the bathroom.

I scratched my head and ran to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Ling came out wrapped in a bath towel and shared a simple dinner with me in a flurry. Then she pushed me into the bathroom, "You pervert, go wash up." I swear I've never showered so quickly before. I rinsed off quickly, but I cleaned my genitals very carefully and even sprayed some perfume. How embarrassing.

Back in the bedroom, Ling wrapped herself in the blanket, only her cute short hair showing.

I got into bed, pulled back the blanket, and hugged Ling's naked body.

Ling's body trembled. I kissed her back, slowly kissing her entire back from her spine.

Ling turned around and grabbed my erect penis. Her eyes were bright as she looked at me.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." Ling kissed me lightly.

"Like what?" I asked knowingly.

Ling pinched me hard, and I pretended to be in pain, frowning, "Ouch... I pinched it too hard."

"It's good that it's broken, you rascal, it'll save you from harming other girls later." "

Sis... I've already harmed you enough..." I touched Ling's breasts and gently pinched them.

"Kitty... do you think I'm a bad woman..." Ling kissed me and asked.

I pushed Ling away slightly, cupped her breast, and stared at her. "Sis... you're a woman with a story. I don't understand you. You're not a bad woman, just a little repressedly sexy." I teased her nipple with a wicked grin.

Ling buried her head in my shoulder, her voice muffled, as if she were sobbing. "You're the sexy one... you seduced me. You're a scoundrel."

Ling pulled back the blanket and kissed my chest forcefully. Very forcefully, moving downwards as she kissed. I groaned softly in pleasure. Ling kissed my lower abdomen, and I placed my hand on her head, rubbing it, hoping she would continue downwards.

As Ling kissed my lower abdomen, she looked up at me, her eyes full of slyness. "You rascal... don't get too excited..."

"Oh..." The moment I'd been waiting for arrived. My throbbing penis entered her warm, moist mouth, her tongue skillfully teasing the glans. I felt a hardness I'd never felt before.

"Sis... oh..." This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Looking back now, Ling's technique was really clumsy, but that kind of dedication, that kind of feeling, could only ever be hers. "

Oh... sis... I want to fuck you... I want you..."

I stammered, my mind a complete blank. Ling's oral sex technique was really clumsy; her teeth often scratched me, but I didn't care. I just felt satisfied and happy.

Ling spat out my penis and crawled to my side. "You rascal... I didn't expect this..." A hint of panic or confusion flickered in her eyes.

I kissed her, my tongue gently licking her lips. "Sis... do you regret it?"

Ling reached out and stroked my face carefully, her finger finally lingering on my lips, gliding lightly. "Kitty... your name is so cute..."

I bit her finger and put it in my mouth. I didn't correct her for remembering my nickname incorrectly.

Her hand grasped my erection, and she chuckled, "Kitty...you're hard."

I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, "Sis, you're so tempting, look how perky your nipples are."

Ling stroked my penis back and forth, "You rascal, how many women have you seduced? Confess."

"I swear to God, Sis, I never imagined this before I met you." It was true; after breaking up with my ex-girlfriend, Ling was the first woman to enter my life.

Ling squinted her eyes, "Okay, I believe you." Her soft little tongue licked my lips, and I rolled over and pinned her down, forcefully taking her tongue into my mouth.

During sex, I greatly prefer kissing between partners, and Ling is the only woman I've ever been with who enjoys kissing me and can orgasm from kissing.

I felt a little hot and sat up against the headboard. Ling lay between my legs, her large breasts pressing against my waist, displaying breathtaking curves.

Her face was pressed against my waist, her small hands grasping and playing with my penis. Fluid occasionally seeped from the urethral opening, which Ling smeared onto the glans with her fingers. She manipulated my penis as if it were a toy.

Watching Ling play with my penis, her fingers stroking her smooth back, the atmosphere felt both lewd and comfortable; I craved it.

Ling licked away the fluid from the glans with her tongue. Her small tongue deftly enveloped my penis, sweeping back and forth along the coronal sulcus. My breathing quickened, and I pinched and played with Ling's nipple. Ling's breasts had always fascinated me; even long after we were together, Ling would still laugh at me for enjoying sucking her breasts so much, saying I looked like her son.

After finishing my cigarette, I leaned against the headboard, pulled Ling up so her back was against my chest, sucked on her earlobe, cupped her breast with one hand, and reached down to her genitals with the other. This was Ling and I'd always used this position for a long time during our year together, and she could easily reach orgasm in this state. When Ling orgasmed, her body would convulse, and her clitoris would become very erect. Often at that moment, I would pinch her clitoris with my fingers and bite her earlobe hard. Ling's sensitive spots were at the base of her earlobe and breasts, and every time this happened, Ling would go limp as if she had died. This was also why, during our first photoshoot, I accidentally sucked on her earlobe, which led to her succumbing to the temptation.

"Sis... I want to fuck you," I said roughly, pinching Ling's nipple.

Ling is very elegant and ladylike in daily life, but when she's with me, she seems to enjoy my vulgar language.

"Want to fuck me there?" Ling moaned.

"Fuck my pussy." I licked Ling's earlobe and said to her in a lewd tone.

"Fuck me, I'll let you fuck me." Ling was dazed, her hand gripping my penis and stroking it vigorously.

I rolled over and pinned Ling down, my glans pressing against her labia. "Sis, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you with my big cock." I noticed the excitement Ling showed when I said these obscene things.

"Quickly give it to me... kitty... put it in..." Ling babbled incoherently, her lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly.

"What do you mean, put it in... sis..." I suppressed my desire to penetrate and continued to tease Ling.

"Cock... quick... put it in... I want your cock..." Ling cried out in a frenzy, her small hands slapping against my body, one hand reaching down to grab my penis and guide it towards her private parts.

I rubbed the head of my penis against Ling's clitoris, refusing to enter. Ling's face flushed red as she pleaded, "Good kitty, give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore, please come in."

I lowered my head, kissed Ling, and at the same time, thrust my penis hard into Ling's body. Ling's whole body tensed instantly, her hands tightly gripping my back, her lower body arching upwards, as if she wanted me to melt into her body. Her calves wrapped around my waist, pressing down hard.

I thrust in and out forcefully, Ling's chest flushed red, she murmured and hugged my body tightly. I felt an unprecedented hardness and stamina in my lower body, thrusting wildly. Ling's soft moans turned into high-pitched screams. Sweat poured from my chest and back as I thrust into Ling's body with the force of a pile driver. With each thrust, Ling's grip on me tightened, and I felt a burning pain in my back. Sweat beaded on Ling's breasts. I gritted my teeth and thrust even harder. Ling's vagina gripped my penis tightly, wet and glistening, the gurgling sounds growing louder with each thrust. I felt Ling scratching my back; it hurt, but it was also incredibly arousing. I lowered my head and bit Ling's nipple, not sucking, but biting hard, tearing at it with my teeth, and swinging it back and forth. Ling started babbling incoherently, her moans laced with sobs, no longer knowing what she was saying.

I was getting tired, so I gradually reduced the frequency of my thrusting and gestured for Ling to turn over and lie face down on the bed. Ling was limp, her dazed eyes almost closing, murmuring, "Kitty... Sister feels so good, don't stop..."

My throbbing penis throbbed, the purplish-red glans covered in Ling's secretions, feeling unbearably swollen. I turned Ling over, supporting her buttocks, and in a doggy-style position, I forced my thick penis into her body.

"Huff..." I panted heavily, "Sister... does it feel good...?"

"Kitty... I'm going to be fucked to death by you..." Ling murmured, burying her head weakly into the pillow. I reached out and grasped her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"Sis... your breasts are so big, so soft... Sis... your pussy is so tight... so good..." I thrust roughly, watching Ling's labia flip in and out with each thrust.

"I'm flying... ah, I'm flying..." Ling cried out. She reached down to rub her clitoris. "Faster... harder... faster..." Ling shouted. I increased my speed, sweat pouring down my face, and at the same time, I felt a tight grip inside Ling's body, making thrusting difficult. So tight, so good. At the same time, Ling let out a long moan and went limp.

Ling was too weak to speak, her face buried in the pillow, panting heavily. I had never felt so powerful before; my erect penis had been thrusting for nearly 15 minutes.

Ling's legs went weak, her hips slumping uncontrollably. "So tired... Kitty... come on top."

I got up, filled with pride and satisfaction, because I hadn't felt like ejaculating yet. This lovemaking was an experience I had never had before. Ling's neck and chest were flushed pink, her cheeks as if painted with rouge. Her slightly open mouth was breathing rapidly, her eyes glazed over, watery as if she were crying.

I gently kissed Ling's lips, but she had no strength to respond. I guided my thick penis and skillfully thrust it into Ling's vagina. After inserting, I didn't immediately thrust in and out. I gently kissed Ling's lips. "Sis... is it comfortable?"

"Mmm..." Ling became weak.

"Sis... I haven't ejaculated yet..." I kissed Ling, my tongue lightly licking her earlobe.

"Naughty cat... Sis is so tired... so comfortable... let Sis rest for a bit." Ling responded weakly.

I began to thrust slowly, very slowly, but I liked this feeling, it felt very warm. With each thrust, I could savor the warmth and tightness of Ling's vagina.

With each thrust, Ling began to moan softly. I gently bit Ling's earlobe, teasing her softly.

"Sis...is my cock hard?" "Sis...I love fucking you." "Sis...your pussy is so tight, it's hard for my cock to go in."

Ling couldn't stand my words and actions, her lower body throbbing incessantly, responding to my thrusts. Her soft moans were so alluring.

I hugged her tightly, our faces pressed together. I could clearly feel Ling's cheeks burning. My lower body began to thrust, faster and faster. Ling coiled around me like an octopus, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me. Her moans grew louder and louder.

Finally, I ejaculated with great pleasure, trembling, unable to contain the intense ecstasy. I held Ling tightly, letting out a low growl as I fired bullet after bullet into her body. Ling hugged my neck, biting down hard, making a sound like a sob through her nose.

After a long while, I climbed off Ling. She lay sprawled out, limbs outstretched, her chest and neck flushed pink. Letting the thick semen flow from her body, I went to the bathroom to get a towel and cleaned her lower body. I lay down beside Ling, pulling the blanket over her.

I gently stroked her hair, looking at her satisfied expression, feeling incredibly peaceful. Ling pressed her face against my chest, wrapped her arms around my waist, and murmured with her eyes closed, "Bad cat...I'm going to die..."

I ran my fingers through Ling's hair, noticing her ears were bright red. "Sis...I'm so happy...I really want to hold you like this forever."

Ling looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "Kiss me..." Ling closed her eyes and looked up.

I lowered my head, our lips lightly touching. Ling stuck out her tongue, and I gently bit it, my tongue tip lightly licking hers. Ling retaliated, sucking my tongue into her mouth. We were both lost in the game of kissing.

"It's...it's flowing..." Ling gasped, whispering. She lowered her head, not daring to look at me.

I got up and knelt between Ling's legs. Ling, shy, covered her face, not letting me see. I pulled her hand away and leaned in to lightly kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling let out a soft cry, pulled the blanket over her head, and pretended to be an ostrich.

Although Ling was no longer a virgin, her sexual experience was clearly limited. Her two light brown labia minora were symmetrical and firm, unlike the dark brown or black, loose and swollen labia minora of experienced women. A thin stream of clear fluid was flowing down her buttocks. Ling's anus was also light brown and firm, contracting with each breath.

I used my fingers to separate Ling's labia minora, revealing her pink vagina. Ling mumbled under the blanket, "You pervert... don't look..."

I stroked Ling's clitoris; the swollen clitoris stood proudly erect, round and smooth. Ling's vagina began to contract rhythmically, squeezing out strands of residual semen mixed with her bodily fluids. It smelled lewd.

I moved closer and licked the base of Ling's thighs. Ling reached over and grabbed my hair, seemingly trying to stop me, yet also expecting me to continue.

I inserted a finger, and Ling's vagina gripped tightly, as if with a slight suction. Ling threw back the covers and began to breathe heavily. I moved my finger in and out, leaning in to kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling roughly rubbed my hair, her breathing becoming even heavier.

"Kitty...oh...kitty...you're going to kill me...I'm going to fly again..."

Suddenly, Ling's legs clamped tightly around my head. "Oh...don't move...I'm flying...I'm flying..."

Ling's body was so sensitive; she easily reached another climax. I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and my strength hadn't recovered, so I temporarily released Ling. I hugged her and continued our kissing game, while simultaneously playing with Ling's breasts that fascinated me. Ling was truly exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I gently smoothed her slightly furrowed brow, pulled the blanket over her shoulders, and lay down beside her to sleep.

Later, I asked Ling to be my girlfriend, and Ling told me her story. She had a fiancé who was somewhat influential in her hometown. They were to get married after she graduated. Ling's job had already been arranged by her fiancé; she worked for a public institution. He was an unromantic man who had taken Ling's body long ago, treating her only as a tool for release. Ling came to have her picture taken simply to leave a memory before her wedding. She said she had never felt love from that man, but she never expected to fall in love with me at first sight. With me, she found both physical and emotional satisfaction. But Ling was very rational. She was seven years older than me, and she said she could never be with me. She said she belonged to me until she got married.

After that, we were intimate almost every night, releasing our desires in various wanton ways. I gave Ling the key to our house. From that day on, Ling acted like the lady of the house, staying home all day when she didn't have classes to clean, cook, and wait for me to come home. I worked long hours like a husband, turning down all social engagements to come home every night to be with her. Ling liked it when I hugged her, played kissing games, and whispered lewd things in her ear. When we were passionate, we made love unrestrainedly, turning every corner of the house into our battleground.

When it was quiet, Ling was like a little wife, snuggling in my arms, chatting and watching TV. At that time, I didn't fully understand the necessity of contraception. Ling knew I didn't like using condoms and had been secretly taking oral contraceptives.

While Ling was at school, she took me in and out of her graduate student dormitory, completely disregarding what others thought. She openly told her roommates that she was my lover. The photos were developed during that time; they were beautiful, very well taken, and Ling looked pure and innocent in her nude state. Ling treasured all one hundred-plus photos, never showing them to anyone.

The night before Ling left, we were passionately entwined, making love countless times until dawn. I repeatedly ejaculated my thin semen into Ling's body, and Ling repeatedly took my still-erect penis into her mouth, doing everything she could to make it erect, to make me love her.

After dawn, Ling picked up her luggage and left home, refusing my offer to see her off. Standing at the door, she didn't turn back to look at me, whispering that I shouldn't think about her, to forget her. From then on, I never saw her again; she simply vanished from my life so easily.

I'm writing this because of a strange overseas phone call a few days ago. Ling managed to find my number through four or five friends. We talked all night that day. She divorced that man a long time ago and is now in Australia, a mother of three. Ling said she didn't contact me again after leaving because she didn't want to hurt me anymore, because she knew there would be no future for us. So many years have passed, and Ling feels we've both matured and can let go of the past. Ling said she often takes out the photos I took for her to look at, reminiscing about the days we spent together. I'll show her this piece when I finish writing it, as a way to remember that unforgettable time we once shared.

Perhaps influenced by Ling, what I cherish most in sex is the tender kissing between partners. Back then, Ling and I loved nothing more than embracing and gently kissing each other. We could even spend all day together. No sex, just kissing. No lust, just feeling

each other's presence. I entered the art world in 2000, having studied oil painting at an art school beforehand. In those years, the art market was somewhat sluggish, and most painting graduates became mere craftsmen in small galleries, selling their cheap skills to reproduce well-known paintings for very low pay. Hei Bing, a Beijing-based photographer, became an idol for us struggling artists in that era. Yan Rong, a sculpture student at the Central Academy of Arts and Design, along with Lao San and Wei Bing, opened the Hei Bing Photography Studio, which became legendary. It was under their influence that I stepped into the world of commercial portrait photography. My city is an ancient city, a cultural city, dotted with universities of all sizes. I invested all my meager savings and my parents' limited assistance, opening a small portrait studio near a university. Most of my clients came from these universities. In 2000, people's thinking was still relatively conservative, but the higher a woman's education, the higher her pursuit and the more open-minded she was. This was completely different from today's so-called "national models" who would strip for money. Ling was my first nude photography client; she was a graduate student. At the same time, she is also a woman I remember deeply. Our relationship lasted for a year, until she graduated and left… I'm writing down our story because, even after 10 years, I find I still can't forget her. It was in 2001. My small shop was gaining local fame, and I was making a lot of money. But the mechanical nature of photography had numbed me. Everyone looked the same; back then, lighting and styling were no longer important… it was purely commercial photography, completely devoid of artistic merit. She appeared that winter. I still vividly remember the day I met her: a cloudy afternoon, dressed somewhat plainly in black trousers, a pullover sweater, and a mid-length, slightly bulky down jacket. She wore black-rimmed glasses, and her short hair was a bit messy, whether from the wind or unkempt. The receptionist called me out of the studio; I was a bit impatient, having just finished a photoshoot. She told me that a customer insisted on speaking with the photographer before deciding whether to book a session. That's how Ling and I met. Ling slowly flipped through the sample photos in the shop, looking at them very carefully. I chattered on about the shop 's features, boasting about my skills. Ling seemed completely oblivious, continuing to flip through the sample photos one by one. At that time, most of the sample photos were of the sweet and cute type, and she frowned slightly as she looked at them, seemingly dissatisfied with this style. I decided to have someone else serve her, intending to take a break and have a smoke. "Are you the photographer here? Are you the only photographer here?" Ling closed the photo album as I was about to get up and looked up to ask me. "I own this shop, and I'm the only photographer right now. As you can see, although our shop is relatively small, we still have a lot of customers. People seem to appreciate my skills." I gestured to the receptionist to bring her a cup of coffee. "Are these the only styles of photos...?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Please wait a moment." I turned around and took out a photo album from a drawer. It was an album I shot for a band a few months ago. At the time, the style was very avant-garde. It was an attempt I made by referencing some popular elements from abroad— a gothic style. There was a female bassist in the set, and I gave her an exaggerated look—a wild yet alluring sexiness, but not overly revealing. However, they didn't seem to like the style, and it was discarded as scrap footage. I, on the other hand, loved it and kept it in an album, of course, with their permission . Later, I did a more "normal" set of photos for them. She was clearly attracted; I felt a sense of connection. "I like something different," she said, a little hesitant, or perhaps…shy? I noticed this, and a sense of excitement and anticipation stirred within me. "Sexy? Or the super-decadent, heavy-metal kind? Or hippie?" Back then , the term "non-mainstream" didn't exist. I started to scrutinize her closely. Ling clutched the corner of her sweater in both hands, her legs beginning to intertwine, as if making a decision. "I want to shoot something sexy, something mysterious… or…" She didn't finish, but I think I understood what she meant. I agreed to a trial shoot and made an appointment. We set it for the evening after tomorrow, because I'm not open at night , allowing ample time and a relaxed state of mind for creation. I promised her I would approach the photoshoot with a creative mindset, and she expressed satisfaction with my arrangement. However, she didn't show up at the appointed time. A week passed, and just when I had almost forgotten about it, Ling arrived. She told me she'd been delayed for a few days due to some things, and only had time to come today. I had the makeup artist do Ling's hair and apply light makeup. Then I sent the makeup artist home. I took Ling to the dressing room and told her she could choose her own clothes. Then I went to the front door and pulled down the shutter. Ling was clearly a little scared and nervous. She asked me anxiously, "Why did you pull down the door?" " It's so I can focus on taking a unique set of photos for you," I said with a shrug. "You know, I usually close up shop and go home to rest by this time. The reason I asked you to take photos at night was to give you a quiet environment, and also because I haven't felt creative in a long time. You gave me that feeling, and I wanted to take your photos seriously, without being disturbed by anyone else." "My name is Yu, you can call me Lao Miao… don't laugh, because my mom loves cats, and she named me that after me when I was born. "

She had a nickname, Miaomiao, which is actually a homonym for "meow." I used this method to ease her tension and wariness.

Ling smiled; she was beautiful when she smiled, and her face was no longer so cold after taking off her glasses.
Her eyes , and her nose wrinkled slightly, making her very cute.

"How old are you? I'm 21," I asked her while tidying up my camera.

"Asking a girl's age is very impolite. My name is Ling, you can call me sister," she said
, her back to me as she picked out clothes. Later I learned her age; she was seven years older than me.

"Okay, Ling-jie. Have you chosen your clothes?"

Ling turned around, her brows furrowing again. (Later, whenever we were together, I always liked to smooth her
brows with my fingers because she really loved to furrow her brows.) "I don't like any of them. Can you give me some suggestions?"

"Don't you like any of them? Then let's shoot a set in a Greek style first. How about I make
a styling ? You should like it. It's very classic."

"Okay, I like the classic style." Ling happily agreed. I pulled out the linen fabric for
the styling It was off-white and very thin. Then I looked at Ling and said, "Hmm, we'll use this fabric to
wrap you up for this styling. Can you take your clothes off?"

Ling's face was obviously red, and she seemed a little hesitant. I explained, "This style needs to be like this,
actually like those European and American fashion shows, with a bit of exaggeration and sexiness. But it won't be too revealing."

Ling bit her lip, looking into my eyes, "I'm a little embarrassed..."

"Don't worry, the photos will definitely turn out beautifully, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Besides, didn't you want to take some
unique photos? You don't really like these clothes. The solution I came up with will definitely work."
I answered frankly, looking into her eyes.

"Then... then give it to me, I'll go in and get it fixed. You can adjust it for me when I come out."

Ling took the linen and went into the dressing room. I suddenly felt my heart beating a little faster, and hearing
the rustling , I actually became a little nervous.

A short while later, Ling poked her head out of the dressing room. "Don't look at me, don't laugh at me."

"Don't be shy, come out, I won't laugh."

Ling came out, and I still couldn't help but laugh a little. She wrapped the linen around her body like a bath towel.

"You're still laughing!" Ling was very embarrassed and turned to go back to the dressing room. I grabbed her arm, "It's okay, it's fine
, I'll help you tidy up."

After laughing, Ling seemed to have lost her guard and stood obediently in front of me, just
looking , her face also very red.

I stood in front of her and carefully looked her over. Her skin wasn't very fair, her slender arms extended with beautiful
lines all the way to her rounded shoulders, she was a little thin, her collarbone was very obvious and beautiful, and I could see a shallow cleavage on her chest wrapped in linen
, and there were obvious marks from the bra straps on her shoulders.

"I didn't expect you to be so thin." I placed my hand on the opening of the linen she was clutching tightly. I took a deep
breath .

Ling's body was trembling slightly; I could tell she was very nervous.

I casually started a conversation with her, using professional terminology and some of my own artistic insights to confuse
her. Slowly, I untied the linen from her body. "Wrapped up like that, it's like a beauty emerging from a bath. Let me redo
it ; it'll definitely give you a Greek goddess vibe."

Inside the unwrapped linen, I discovered she hadn't taken off her bra; she had only loosened the straps.
The white bra encased two trembling breasts, which were surprisingly large. I was clearly stunned.

Ling, seeing that I hadn't moved after pulling the fabric aside, looked up and noticed my stunned expression.
She reached out and pinched my arm hard. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen anything like this before?" "

I've seen it, but never anything this big..." I said seriously, then quickly looked away. I wrapped
one end of the fabric around her shoulder, creating a strapless style at her chest, and then made a
simple . The linen draped naturally, and I noticed she was wearing conservative flesh-colored panties.
Her hips were wide, giving her an alluring hourglass shape. Her slender waist was no longer covered, making her look
both classic and seductive. She looked at herself in the mirror and seemed quite satisfied.

"Let's go, start shooting."

The shoot went smoothly. Although it wasn't like today's digital cameras where you can review photos instantly, I was certain back then
that the pictures would be perfect and beautiful. During the shoot, I had Ling do various poses
, constantly praising her figure and expressiveness. As the shoot progressed, Ling became more and more relaxed.

The linen was soft and smooth. During one pose, the linen on Ling's shoulder slipped down, revealing
half of her breast. "Your breasts are so beautiful. Take off your bra; it's ruining the look. You have no idea
how sexy you looked just now," I tempted Ling.

Ling had let her guard down around me. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You're lucky. If the photos don't turn out well, I'll make you regret it."
Then she reached behind her back and pulled down her bra. Instantly, one breast was exposed.

My breathing quickened. To be honest, Ling's breasts were really beautiful. The small nipples were pink and tender.
Although her skin wasn't very fair, it was very delicate and still dazzling against the beige linen.

I used backlighting and had Ling sit on a half-height table. I squatted down to adjust the hem of her skirt and set up the props. Ling's
breathing was a little rapid. I looked up at her. "Are you a little nervous? Are you afraid I'll bite you?" From my angle,
Ling's exposed breast was breathtaking. You could feel its heavy weight just by looking at it.

"Uh... It feels weird to be so exposed in front of strangers for the first time..." Ling hurriedly tried
to pull up the fabric at her chest, but the smooth fabric slipped down again, revealing
most of her other breast, the areola faintly visible.

"When I first saw you, I really didn't expect you to have such a great figure, simply perfect. I study painting, and
I've seen models of all kinds of figures in my anatomy classes, and I swear you have the most perfect figure I've ever seen." I
complimented her, and Ling smiled at me.

After adjusting the hem of her skirt, I slightly adjusted the fabric that was bunching up at Ling's chest. As I did so, the back of my hand inadvertently brushed against her
left nipple, and her nipple instantly perked up and hardened. But she didn't seem to notice my
harassment, and smiled.

Backlit, Ling resembled an ancient Greek sculpture. My eyes were devoid of lust; I pressed the
shutter incessantly, captivated by her beauty. At my direction, she performed a series of poses. Our coordination grew increasingly seamless, and soon…
" The film roll is finished."

"So beautiful, this set of photos will definitely be a success." I said to Ling as I changed the film.

"Looks like I didn't choose the wrong person." Ling brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, her breasts
swaying with the movement, and my mouth felt a little dry.

"Choosing me was the right choice." I replied jokingly. "Take a break, you've been shooting for an
hour , have some water."

Ling wrapped herself in a cloth and followed me to the lobby, where we sat on the sofa. I poured her a cup of coffee,
lit a cigarette, and sat opposite her.

"How was it? I think you're quite expressive; this set of photos will definitely be the best I've taken since I opened the shop
." I looked at her through the smoke.

"Not bad. You were focused and serious when you took my picture. I could tell you
weren't the lecherous type," Ling said, hiding her face behind her coffee cup, only her beautiful eyes showing.

"Actually, I was under a lot of pressure. It was exhausting to control my emotions in front of a half-naked beauty,"
I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Heh..." Ling chuckled softly. She didn't say anything more, taking small sips of her coffee. Her eyes were downcast, lost in
thought . I remained silent, quietly watching her. The way she drank her coffee was very feminine and alluring.

Back in the studio, I handed Ling a loose white shirt. "Wear this. I'll take a set of very relaxed and
sexy ." Then I went to set up the scenery and props.

After setting up the props, I turned around and saw Ling standing in front of the dressing mirror, adjusting her clothes. The oversized shirt hem covered
her hips, and two buttons at the top were undone, her beautiful figure hidden beneath the ordinary shirt.

The background was pure white, and the light reflected off it, making Ling's white shirt
appear semi-transparent, her alluring curves faintly visible.

"Sis, there's something not quite perfect, it affects the overall effect." I stroked my chin, my gaze lingering on Ling's
waist .

Ling noticed my gaze and hesitated for a moment, "This... does it have a big impact?" She knew I was referring
to her underwear; the conservative high-waisted style did indeed give a very discordant impression.

"Hmm, black t-shirts would be so much better, they'd be so alluring and captivating
. The way you're wearing them feels a bit mismatched," I said honestly. Actually, I was really hoping Ling would take them off.

Ling bit her lip. "Turn around."

When I turned back, Ling's face was flushed, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her shirt.

I stepped forward, looking into her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll take a picture of you at your most beautiful." I
gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and naturally kissed her forehead. "Sis, trust me."

Ling visibly stiffened when I kissed her forehead, a hint of wariness and anger flashing in her eyes. But my
"Sis" in her ear instantly dispelled her dissatisfaction, turning it into a smile.

"Little brat, trying to take advantage of your big sister." Ling reached out and slapped my chest, the blow weak and
powerless .

"Sis, I've already seen you naked, what else can I take advantage of? Okay, let me take your picture, you sexy beauty."
I said, as I unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, leaving only the bottom two buttons undone. The shirt
was large , and as I unbuttoned it, I saw a stunning glimpse of her pubic area.

The photoshoot continued, and at my direction, Ling lay against the white background, striking various
poses—alluring, seductive, or serene. The excessively loose shirt caused her private parts to peek out from time to time, swaying before my eyes.
Completely different from the first set of photos, my breathing became noticeably rapid, and my mouth went dry. Ling noticed
my change, her eyes filled with amusement, and she would occasionally deliberately pull open her shirt to reveal her nipples.

"I take back what I just said," Ling said to me while I was changing the film.

"What?" I turned to look at her.

"You looked so lecherous just now." Ling's eyes crinkled, her face full of a mischievous smile. "Did you react
?"

I was embarrassed and a little annoyed by the teasing. "Yeah, yeah,
I wouldn't be a man if I didn't react to such a stunning beauty."

Ling pretended to hit my head, but I grabbed her hand. "Stop it, be careful not to expose yourself."

"Hmph, don't think I don't know you were secretly watching me when you went to the back to adjust the lights." So
she found out. Several times I had used the excuse of adjusting the lights to go behind her and peek at her lower body.

"Hypocrite, if you want to look, then look. You've already seen everything." Ling had completely let go. Maybe
those few times I called her "sister" made her feel a sense of closeness to me, or maybe my slightly shy and boyish
demeanor made her feel that I was not dangerous.

I put down my camera and gently brushed the hair from her forehead. "Not enough looking? I want to touch." Her hoarse
voice startled me. My heart pounded even faster.

Ling stared into my eyes, the smile slowly fading, replaced by an unusual tenderness.
"...Where should I touch?" she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

I was trembling too, my legs a little weak. I sat down on a bar stool used for filming, pulled Ling closer, and
leaned her back against me. I lifted the hem of her shirt and grasped her large breasts.

"Sister..." I trembled, my lips close to her ear, my breath heavy, "Touch here... Sister.
You're so beautiful."

Ling's head rested on my shoulder, letting out a barely audible moan, "Mmm... No..." Her
hand pressed against mine.

I cupped Ling's breasts in my hands, unable to grasp them, so big... Her nipples gradually hardened, erecting,
pricking my palms, the sensation so wonderful.

Ling's hand pressed against mine, trying to stop me. With my gentle kneading, her strength gradually waned. Her small mouth
opened slightly, her eyes half-closed. Her breathing gradually became rapid.

I looked at Ling's small ears covered in soft down, opened my mouth and took her earlobe inside, my tongue
gently teasing it.

Ling's body tensed instantly, a long moan escaping her lips. She pressed my hands firmly against
her breasts, "Oh..."

I searched for her lips. Ling, somewhat dazed, turned her head to respond to my search.

I gently kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, finally capturing her sweet lips. Ling responded,
her tongue entwining with mine, and I savored her sweetness. My fingers caressed Ling's erect nipples. This...
At that moment, we found a perfect feeling in each other, unrelated to lust, just the feeling of wanting to
keep forever…

When Ling and I separated, panting, Ling was limp as a rag doll, leaning weakly against my chest. If
I hadn't held her tightly around the waist, she probably would have collapsed to the ground. I carried Ling to the living room, placed her on
the sofa , poured a glass of water, and sat down beside her. Ling naturally nestled in my arms, took the glass, and
drank. My hands encircled her waist, gently caressing it, a completely unconscious act,
as if we were a couple who had been in love for many years.

Ling finished her water, put down the cup, and, her face flushed, pinched my waist hard. "You pervert...you're
bullying me."

I lowered my head, getting closer to her, our noses almost touching. "I want to bully you again..."

"Ah, stop!" Ling jumped up, a glimpse of dark skin flashing beneath her fluttering clothes, seemingly
glistening .

"Keep taking pictures of me." Ling pulled her clothes over her shoulders, covering her perfect breasts.

I helplessly rubbed my hardening lower body, lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, stubbed it out, and walked towards
the studio .

The background was rearranged—a black background, wisps of smoke from the vapor machine, creating an ambiguous and
mysterious .

I turned around, intending to call Ling to the background, but froze. Ling took off her shirt, standing
completely naked in front of me. Her hands were clasped over her breasts, her eyes glazed over as she looked at
me. "Is it okay to take pictures like this?"

"Sis…" My mind went blank. My inner voice kept repeating, "She's so beautiful, she's
so beautiful."

Ling stepped into the background, one hand covering her breast, the other covering her genitals. "You pervert… stop looking, take my picture."

I grabbed the camera, my eyes fixed solely on her, completely abandoning all lust. With each click of the shutter, a
series of mysteriously artistic nude photographs were taken.

When the last roll of film was used up, I threw the camera on the floor, dragged the naked Ling to the living room, pressed her
onto the sofa, and kissed her deeply.

Ling responded to me frantically, sucking hard on my tongue, her hands gripping my back as if trying to meld me into
her body. I felt like I couldn't breathe, struggling to pull away from her lips, gasping for air
before burying my face in her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple.

"Oh..." Ling screamed, grabbing my head and pressing it down forcefully. Her fingers dug into my hair,
rubbing it haphazardly.

"Kitty...kitty..." That was the pet name Ling used for me, only she would call me that... Even now,
thinking back on it still makes me want to cry.

I held Ling's nipple in my mouth, tearing at my clothes, throwing away all the excess, finally
naked and honest with Ling.

"Love me..." Ling said to me in a daze, reaching out to grasp my hot, hard penis and guiding it.

"Sister..." I murmured, releasing her lovely nipple and kissing my way down inch by inch, lingering on her
cute, delicate navel, continuing downwards... A tuft of fine hair came into my view, very fine, just
a small tuft, not lush.

Ling's hand remained on my head, and as I moved downwards, she spread her legs wide.

Finally, I found my ultimate target.

Ling's vulva had already secreted a considerable amount of fluid. Her light brown labia minora, at the top of which a pink clitoris
was already protruding and swollen, had no odor, and felt clean and refreshing. I licked her clitoris.

"Ah..." Ling convulsed, her legs clamping together, trapping my head between them.

"Sis... I'm going to make you feel good." I took Ling's clitoris into my mouth, my tongue beginning to sweep across it.

"Kitty... ah... no..." Ling's muscles were tense. Her hands gripped my hair so tightly it hurt.

I flipped my hands over and pressed them down on Ling's hands, sucking hard on her clitoris like a nursing mother, my tongue sweeping rapidly
back and forth across it. Soon, Ling's body began to convulse rhythmically, her lower body secreting a lot of
slippery fluid.

My penis was already throbbing unbearably, and feeling Ling's orgasm, I released Ling's cute clitoris and
lay top of her.

"Sis... did it feel good?" I gently stroked Ling's breasts, kissing her lips as I asked.

"Ugh...you rascal..." Ling answered weakly. I guided her hand to my throbbing penis
.

"Love me...I want..." Ling gripped my thick member, guiding it downwards.

"Want what..." I tempted her.

"Love me...fuck me..." Ling murmured.

I lifted myself up, watching Ling guide my massive member to her wet vulva. "Sister...I want to fuck you
...my cock is touching your pussy, it's going in." I found this very exciting, very lewd.

"Kitty...oh, fuck me..." Ling moaned, trying hard to guide my penis in. "Kitty,
hurry up and fuck your sister's pussy, your sister wants you."

I couldn't resist anymore, and thrust my hard penis in hard. A soft, warm feeling of tight grip
washed , making me moan.

"Sister...it feels so good...I love you...oh..."

Ling sighed after I entered her body, pressing down hard on my eager body. "Kitty,
don't move...oh..."

I couldn't control myself. "Sister...I want you...I want you..."

Ling hugged me tightly, her eyes closed, searching for me with her lips. I kissed her, my lower body unable to resist
starting to thrust.

"Mmm..." Ling groaned through her nose...I thrust slowly, Ling's lower body tightly wrapped around my
penis, warm and wet. I had a feeling of forgetting everything, only wanting to
stay .

"Kitty...it feels so good...harder..." Ling hugged me tightly and said to me.

I gradually increased the speed, the gurgling sounds growing louder and louder.

"Ah..." Ling's cries grew louder, and beads of sweat slowly seeped from our bodies.
I bit Ling's nipple, tearing and shaking it.

Perhaps Ling had given me too much stimulation before, because I soon couldn't help but ejaculate inside her.

"Sister... come home with me." I stood up, watching the milky white semen flow from Ling's vagina. Ling's
chest and neck were pink.

"Mmm. Let's go home..." Ling was somewhat confused and bewildered.

I grabbed a wet wipe and carefully cleaned Ling's genitals. Ling struggled for a moment, but seeing my determination, she blushed and let me
clean her private parts.

The living room was filled with a lewd smell. Ling and I got dressed, but Ling didn't dare look at me and said she wanted to go back to the bedroom. I
pulled her back and kissed her on the lips. "Sister... tonight you're mine. Don't leave me."

Although it was winter, I still felt hot outside. I called Ling to get in the car, and I kept the car window half-rolled down the whole way
to relieve the heat in my heart.

My home is a 10-minute drive from the studio, very close. I moved out of my family home to live alone after I started working. Although
my family wasn't extremely wealthy, I at least owned my own three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

Ling remained silent the whole way, and I didn't know what to say to her until I brought her into my home.

"I'm so hungry...you go cook, I'm going to take a shower," Ling ordered me casually. She
opened , found my bedroom, went in, stripped naked, and went into the bathroom.

I scratched my head and ran to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Ling came out wrapped in a towel and we quickly shared our simple dinner. Then she pushed me into the bathroom,
"You pervert, go wash up." I swear I've never showered so quickly before. I rinsed off quickly, but
I cleaned my genitals very carefully and even sprayed some perfume. How embarrassing.

Back in the bedroom, Ling wrapped herself in the blankets, only her cute short hair showing.

I got into bed, pulled back the blankets, and hugged Ling's naked body.

Ling's body trembled. I kissed her back, slowly kissing her spine all over her back.

Ling turned around and grabbed my erect penis. Her eyes were bright as she looked at me.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." Ling kissed me lightly.

"Like what?" I asked knowingly.

Ling pinched me hard, and I pretended to be in pain, frowning, "Ouch... you've ruined it."

"Good that it's ruined, you rascal, ruining it will save you from ruining other girls later."

"Sis... I've ruined you enough..." I touched Ling's breasts and gently pinched them.

"Kitty... do you think I'm a bad woman..." Ling kissed me and asked.

I pushed Ling away a little, holding her breasts, staring at her, "Sis... you're a
woman . I don't understand you, you're not a bad woman, just a little repressed." I teased her nipples with a wicked smile.

Ling buried her head in my shoulder, her voice muffled, as if she were sobbing, "You're the one who's horny...you seduced me.
You're a scoundrel."

Ling pulled back the covers and kissed my chest forcefully. Very forcefully, she kissed and moved downwards,
and I groaned softly in pleasure. Ling kissed my lower abdomen, and I placed my hand on her head, rubbing it, hoping she would continue
downwards .

When Ling reached my lower abdomen, she looked up at me, her eyes full of cunning, "You scoundrel...don't get too excited
..."

"Oh..." The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. My engorged penis entered her warm, wet mouth,
her tongue skillfully teasing the glans. I felt my penis was harder than ever before.

"Sis...oh..." This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Looking back now, Ling's technique was really
clumsy, but that kind of dedication, that kind of feeling, was something only she could have.

"Oh...Sis...I want to fuck you...I want you..."

I was a little incoherent, my mind a complete blank. Ling's oral sex technique was really clumsy, her teeth often scratched
me, but I didn't care, I just felt very satisfied and happy.

Ling spat out my penis, crawled to my side, "You pervert...I didn't expect it to be like this..."
There was a hint of panic or confusion in her eyes.

I kissed her, my tongue gently licking her lips, "Sis...do you regret it?"

Ling reached out and stroked my face, very carefully, finally her finger stopped on my lips and gently slid, "Kitty
...your name is so cute..."

I bit her finger and put it in my mouth. I didn't correct her for remembering my nickname incorrectly.

Her hand grasped my erection, and she chuckled, "Kitty...you're hard."

I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, "Sis, you're so tempting, look how perky your nipples are."

Ling stroked my penis back and forth, "You rascal, how many women have you seduced? Confess."

"I swear to God, Sis, I never imagined this before I met you." It was true;
after breaking up with my ex-girlfriend, Ling was the first woman to enter my life.

Ling narrowed her eyes, "Okay, I believe you." Her soft little tongue licked my lips, and I rolled over and pinned her down,
forcefully taking her tongue into my mouth.

In sexual activity, I greatly prefer kissing between partners, and Ling is the only woman I've ever been with who enjoys
kissing me and can orgasm from kissing.

I felt a little hot and sat up, leaning against the headboard. Ling was straddling my legs, her large breasts pressing against my waist,
revealing breathtaking curves.

Ling's face was pressed against my waist, her small hands grasping and playing with my penis. Fluid occasionally seeped from the urethral opening, and
Ling used her fingers to smear the fluid all over my glans. She was manipulating my penis as if it were a toy.

I watched Ling play with my penis, her fingers stroking her smooth back; the atmosphere was both erotic and comfortable, and
I craved it.

Ling licked away the fluid from the glans with her tongue. Her small tongue deftly enveloped my penis,
sweeping back and forth along the coronal sulcus. My breathing quickened, and I pinched and played with Ling's nipple with one hand. Ling's breasts have always fascinated me. Even after
we've been together for a long time, Ling still laughs at me for liking to suck on her breasts so much, saying I'm like her son.

After I finished smoking, I leaned against the headboard, pulled Ling up so her back was against my chest,
sucked on her breast, and used the other to touch her genitals. This was Ling and I
'd always used this position for a long time during our year together. Ling could easily reach orgasm in this state. When Ling
orgasmed her body would convulse, and her clitoris would become very erect. Often at that moment, I would pinch her clitoris with my fingers
and bite her earlobe hard. Ling's sensitive spots were at the base of her earlobe and breasts, and every time this happened, Ling would go limp as if she had died
. That's why, during our first photoshoot, I accidentally sucked on her earlobe, which led to
her falling for me.

"Sis...I want to fuck you," I said crudely, pinching Ling's nipple.

Ling was very elegant and ladylike in daily life, but when she was with me, she particularly enjoyed my
vulgar language.

"Want to fuck me there?" Ling moaned.

"Fuck my pussy," I said lewdly, licking Ling's earlobe.

"Fuck me, let me fuck you." Ling was delirious, her hand gripping my penis and stroking it forcefully.

I rolled over and pinned Ling beneath me, my glans pressing against her labia. "Sis, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to
fuck you with my big cock." I noticed the excitement Ling showed when I said these lewd things.

"Quickly give it to me... kitty... put it in..." Ling babbled incoherently, her lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly.

"What do you mean, put it in... sis..." I suppressed my desire to penetrate, continuing to tease Ling.

"Cock... quick... put it in... sis wants your cock..." Ling went crazy, her small hands
slapping , one hand reaching down to grab my penis and guide it towards her private parts.

I rubbed the head of my penis against Ling's clitoris, refusing to penetrate. Ling's face flushed, and she pleaded, "Good
kitty , give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore, come in quickly."

I lowered my head, kissed Ling, and at the same time, thrust my penis hard into her body. Ling's whole body tensed instantly, her hands
tightly gripping my back, her lower body arching upwards, as if she wanted me to melt into her body. Her calves wrapped around my waist,
pressing down forcefully.

I thrust powerfully, and large patches of red flushed up Ling's chest as she murmured and hugged my body tightly. I felt
a hardness and endurance I had never felt before, and I thrust wildly. Ling's soft moans turned into high-pitched screams.
Sweat poured from my chest and back as I thrust into Ling's body with the force of a pile driver. As I thrust, Ling
's grip on me tightened, and I felt a burning pain in my back. Beads of
sweat appeared on Ling's breasts. I gritted my teeth and thrust even harder. Ling's vagina gripped my penis tightly, very wet, and
the gurgling sounds during thrusting grew louder. I felt Ling scratching my back; it hurt, but it was also very stimulating. I
lowered my and bit Ling's nipple, not sucking, but biting hard, tearing with my teeth, and swinging it back and forth. Ling
started babbling incoherently, her moans tinged with sobs, no longer knowing what she was saying.

I was getting tired, so I gradually reduced the frequency of my thrusts and gestured for Ling to turn over and lie face down on the bed. Ling lay limp, her dazed
eyes almost closing, murmuring, "Kitty... Sister feels so good, don't stop..."

My throbbing penis throbbed, the purplish-red glans covered in Ling's secretions, throbbing painfully. I
flipped Ling over, supporting her buttocks, and thrust my thick penis into her from behind.

"Huff..." I panted heavily, "Sister... does it feel good..."

"Kitty... Sister is going to be fucked to death by you..." Ling murmured. Her head sank weakly into the pillow. I reached out and grasped
her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"Sister... your breasts are so big, so soft... Sister... your pussy is so tight... so good..." I
thrust roughly, watching Ling's labia flip in and out with each thrust.

"I'm flying... Ah, I'm flying..." Ling cried out. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris. "Faster...
harder... faster..." Ling cried out. I sped up, sweat pouring down my face, and at the same time, I felt a tight grip
inside , making thrusting difficult. So tight, so good. At the same time, Ling let out a long moan and
went limp.

Ling no longer had the strength to speak, her face turned to the side as she lay on the pillow, panting heavily. I had never been so
vigorous ; my erect penis had been thrusting continuously for nearly 15 minutes.

Ling's legs became weak, and her buttocks uncontrollably slumped down. "So tired... Kitty... come on top
."

I got up, filled with pride and satisfaction, because I hadn't felt ejaculation yet. This time, the sex was an experience I had never had
before . Ling's neck and chest were flushed pink, her cheeks as if painted with rouge. Her slightly parted mouth
was breathing rapidly, her eyes glazed over, watery as if she were crying.

I gently kissed Ling's lips, but she didn't have the strength to respond. I guided my thick penis and skillfully thrust it into Ling
's vagina. After penetration, I didn't immediately start thrusting, gently kissing the corners of Ling's mouth. "Sis... does it feel good?"

"Mmm..." Ling became weak.

"Sis... I haven't ejaculated yet..." I kissed Ling, my tongue lightly licking her earlobe.

"Bad cat... Sis is so tired... so comfortable... let Sis rest for a bit." Ling responded weakly.

I began to thrust slowly, very slowly, but I liked this feeling, it felt very warm. As I thrust, I
could savor the warmth and tightness of Ling's vagina.

With each thrust, Ling began to moan softly. I gently bit Ling's earlobe, teasing her softly.

"Sis... is my cock hard?" "Sis... I love fucking you." "Sis... your pussy is so tight,
it's hard for my cock to go in."

Ling couldn't resist my verbal and physical stimulation; her lower body throbbed incessantly, responding to my thrusts.
Her soft moans were so alluring.

I hugged her tightly, our faces pressed together. I could clearly feel Ling's cheeks burning. My lower body began
to thrust, faster and faster. Ling coiled around me like an octopus, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me.
Her moans grew louder and louder.

Finally, I ejaculated with great pleasure, trembling, unable to contain the intense ecstasy. I held Ling tightly
, letting out a low growl as I fired bullet after bullet into her body. Ling hugged my neck, biting
down hard, making a sound like a sob through her nose.

After a long while, I climbed off Ling. She lay sprawled out, limbs outstretched, her chest and neck flushed pink.
Letting the thick semen flow from her body, I went to the bathroom to get a towel and cleaned her lower body. I lay down
beside Ling, pulling the blanket over her.

I gently stroked her hair, looking at her satisfied expression, feeling incredibly peaceful. Ling pressed her face against my chest,
wrapped her arms around my waist, and murmured with her eyes closed, "Bad cat...I'm going to die..."

I ran my fingers through Ling's hair, noticing her ears were bright red. "Sis...I'm so happy...
I really want to hold you like this forever."

Ling looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "Kiss me..." Ling closed her eyes and looked up.

I lowered my head, our lips lightly touching. Ling stuck out her tongue, and I gently bit it, my tongue tip lightly licking hers. Ling retaliated,
sucking my tongue into her mouth. We were both lost in the game of kissing.

"It's...it's flowing..." Ling gasped, whispering. She lowered her head, not daring to look at me.

I got up and knelt between Ling's legs. Ling, shy, covered her face, not letting me see. I pulled her hand away and leaned in
to lightly kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling let out a soft cry, pulled the blanket over her head, and pretended to be an ostrich.

Although Ling was no longer a virgin, her sexual experience was clearly limited. Her two light brown labia minora were very...
Her breasts were well-proportioned and firm, not the loose, large, dark brown or black color of experienced women. A thin stream of
clear liquid was flowing down her buttocks. Ling's anus was also light brown and firm,
contracting with each breath.

I parted Ling's labia minora with my fingers, revealing her pink vagina. Ling moaned softly under the covers,
"You pervert... don't look..."

I stroked Ling's clitoris, which stood proudly erect, round and smooth. Ling's vagina began to
contract rhythmically, squeezing out a trickle of semen mixed with her bodily fluids. It smelled very lewd.

I moved closer and licked the base of Ling's thighs. Ling reached out and grabbed my hair, seemingly to stop me, yet also hoping
I would continue.

I inserted a finger, and Ling's vagina gripped me tightly, as if with a slight suction. Ling threw back the covers and began
to pant heavily. I moved my finger in and out, leaning in to kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling haphazardly rubbed my hair, her breathing
growing even heavier.

"Kitty... oh... kitty... I'm going to be played to death by you... I'm going to fly again..."

Suddenly, Ling's legs clamped tightly around my head, "Oh... don't move... I'm flying... I'm flying..."

Ling's body was so sensitive; she easily reached another orgasm. I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and
my strength hadn't recovered, so I temporarily released Ling. I hugged her and continued our kissing game. At the same time, I was fondling Ling's
breasts, which fascinated me. Ling was truly exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I gently smoothed her
slightly furrowed brow, pulled the blanket over her shoulders, and lay down beside her to sleep.

Later, I asked Ling to be my girlfriend, and she told me her story. She had a fiancé who was somewhat influential in her
hometown . They were to get married after she graduated, and her fiancé had already arranged a job for her in a
public institution. He was an unromantic man who had taken advantage of Ling's body long ago, always using her as a
tool for release. Ling came to take photos simply to leave a memory before getting married. She said she had never felt love
from , but she never expected to fall in love with me at first sight. With me, she found
both physical and emotional satisfaction. But Ling was very rational. She was seven years older than me, and she said she could never be with me. She said she
belonged to me until she got married.

After that, we were intimate almost every night, expressing our desires in various unrestrained ways. I gave
Ling the key to my house, and from that day on, Ling acted like the lady of the house. When she didn't have classes, she would stay home all day to clean,
cook , and wait for me to come home. I worked long hours like a husband, turning down all social engagements to come home every night to be with her.
Ling liked it when I hugged her, played kissing games, and whispered lewd things in her ear. When we were passionate,
we made love unrestrainedly, and the whole house became our battleground.

When it was quiet, Ling was like a little wife, snuggling in my arms, chatting and watching TV. At that time, I
didn't fully understand the necessity of contraception. Ling knew I didn't like using condoms and had been secretly taking oral contraceptives.

During her time at university, Ling took me in and out of her graduate student dormitory, completely disregarding what others thought. She openly
told her roommates that she was my lover. The photos were developed; they were beautiful, very well-taken, and
Ling looked very pure in her nude state. Ling treasured all of the more than one hundred photos and never showed them to anyone.

The night before Ling left, we were passionately entwined, having made love countless times until dawn.
I ejaculated my thin semen into Ling's body again and again, and Ling repeatedly took my still-erect penis into her mouth,
doing everything she could to make it erect, to make me love her.

After dawn, Ling picked up her luggage and left home, refusing my offer to see her off. Ling stood at the door, not turning to look at
me, and whispered that I shouldn't think about her, that I should forget her. I haven't seen her since; she simply
vanished from my life so easily.

I'm writing this because of a strange overseas phone call a few days ago. Ling had gone through four or five friends
to find my number. We talked all night that day. She divorced that man a long time ago and
is now in Australia, a mother of three. Ling said she didn't contact me again after leaving because she didn't want to hurt me anymore, because she knew there would be no future
for . So many years have passed, and Ling feels we've both matured enough to let go of the
past. Ling said she often takes out the photos I took of her to look at, reminiscing about the days we spent together. I'll show this
to her after I finish writing it, as a way to remember that unforgettable experience I once had.

Perhaps influenced by the abuse, what I still cherish most in sex is the tender kiss between lovers.

I entered the industry in 2000, having studied oil painting at an art school before that. Back then, the art market was somewhat sluggish, and most painting majors became craftsmen in small and medium-sized galleries, selling their cheap skills and copying well-known paintings for very low pay.

Hei Bing from Beijing became an idol for us struggling craftsmen during that era. Yan Rong, who studied sculpture at the Central Academy of Arts and Design, along with Lao San and Wei Bing, opened the Hei Bing Photography Studio, which became a legend. It was under their influence that I stepped into the world of commercial portrait photography.

The city I live in is an ancient city, and also a cultural city, with universities of all sizes scattered throughout. I invested all my meager savings and my parents' limited subsidies into opening a small photography studio near a university. Most of my clients came from these universities.

Back in 2000, people's thinking was still relatively conservative, but the higher a woman's education, the higher her pursuit of beauty and the more open-minded she was. This was completely different from the so-called "national models" of today who would strip for money.

Ling was my first nude photography client; she was a graduate student. She was also a woman I remember deeply. Our relationship lasted for a year, until she graduated and left… I'm writing about our story because, even after 10 years, I find I still can't forget her.

That was in 2001. My little shop was gaining a reputation locally, and I was making a lot of money. But the mechanical nature of photography had numbed me. Everyone looked the same; back then, lighting and styling were no longer important. It was purely commercial photography, completely devoid of artistic merit.

She appeared that winter. I still vividly remember the day I met her: a cloudy afternoon, dressed somewhat plainly in black trousers, a pullover sweater, and a bulky mid-length down jacket. She wore black-rimmed glasses, and her short hair was a bit messy, whether from the wind or unkempt.

The receptionist called me out of the studio; I was a little impatient, having just finished a photoshoot. She told me that a customer insisted on speaking with the photographer before deciding whether to place an order. That's how Ling and I met.

Ling slowly flipped through the sample photos in the store, looking at them very carefully. I kept rambling on about the store's features, boasting about my skills. Ling didn't seem to hear a thing, continuing to flip through the sample photos one by one. At that time, most of the sample photos were of the sweet and cute type, and she frowned slightly as she looked at them, seemingly dissatisfied with this style.

I decided to have someone else serve her, wanting to take a break from the shoot to have a cigarette.

"Are you the photographer here? Are you the only photographer here?" Ling closed the photo album as I was about to get up and looked up to ask me.

"I own this shop, and I'm the only photographer right now. As you can see, although our shop is relatively small, we still have a lot of customers. People seem to appreciate my skills." I gestured to the receptionist to bring her a cup of coffee.

"Are these the only styles of photos...?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Please wait a moment." I turned around and took out a photo album from a drawer. It was an album I shot for a band a few months ago. At the time, the style was very avant-garde. It was an attempt I made by referencing some popular elements from abroad—a gothic style. There was a female bassist in the set, and I gave her an exaggerated look—a wild yet alluring sexiness, but not overly revealing. However, they didn't seem to like the style, and it was discarded as scrap footage. I, on the other hand, loved it and kept it in an album, of course, with their permission. Later, I did a more "normal" set of photos for them.

She was clearly attracted; I felt a sense of connection.

"I like something different," she said, a little hesitant, or perhaps…shy?

I noticed this, and a sense of excitement and anticipation stirred within me.

"Sexy? Or the super-decadent, heavy-metal kind? Or hippie?" Back then, the term "non-mainstream" didn't exist. I started to scrutinize her closely.

Ling clutched the corner of her sweater in both hands, her legs beginning to intertwine, as if making a decision. "I want to shoot something sexy, something mysterious… or…" She didn't finish, but I think I understood what she meant.

I agreed to a trial shoot and made an appointment. We set it for the evening after tomorrow, because I'm not open at night, allowing ample time and a relaxed state of mind for creation. I promised her I would approach the photoshoot with a creative mindset, and she expressed satisfaction with my arrangement. However, she didn't show up at the appointed time.

A week passed, and just when I had almost forgotten about it, Ling arrived. She told me she'd been delayed for a few days due to some things, and only had time to come today.

I had the makeup artist do Ling's hair and apply light makeup. Then I sent the makeup artist home. I took Ling to the dressing room and told her she could choose her own clothes. Then I went to the front door and pulled down the shutter.

Ling was clearly a little scared and nervous. She asked me anxiously, "Why did you pull down the door?" "

It's so I can focus on taking a unique set of photos for you," I said with a shrug. "You know, I usually close up shop and go home to rest by this time. I arranged to take your picture at night to give you a quiet environment, and I haven't felt creative in a long time. You gave me that feeling, and I wanted to take a serious picture of you without being disturbed by others."

"My name is Yu, you can call me Lao Miao… Don't laugh, because my mom loves cats, and she gave me the nickname Miao Miao when I was born, which is actually a homonym for Miao Miao." I used this method to ease her tension and wariness.

Ling smiled; she was beautiful when she smiled, and her face was no longer so cold after taking off her glasses. Her eyes curved when she smiled, and her nose wrinkled slightly, making her very cute.

"How old are you? I'm 21," I asked her while tidying up my camera.

"Asking a girl's age is very impolite. My name is Ling, you can call me sister." She said, her back to me, while picking out clothes. Later I found out her age; she was seven years older than me.

"Okay, Sister Ling. Have you chosen your clothes?"

Ling turned around, her brows furrowing again. (Later, whenever we were together, I always liked to smooth her brows with my fingers because she really loved to frown.) "I don't like any of them. Can you give me some suggestions?" "

Don't you like any of them? Then how about we take a set of Greek-style photos? I'll make you a stylist out of linen; you should like it. It's very classic."

"Okay, I like the classic style." Ling happily agreed. I pulled out a light, off-white linen fabric from the corner of the dressing room and looked at Ling. "Um, this fabric is for this look. Can you take your clothes off?"

Ling blushed, looking a little hesitant. I explained, "This style requires this. It's like those European and American fashion shows, a bit exaggerated, a bit sexy. But it won't be too revealing." Ling

bit her lip, looking into my eyes. "I'm a little embarrassed..."

"Don't worry, the photos will definitely look beautiful. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Besides, didn't you want to take some unique photos? You don't really like these clothes. The solution I came up with will definitely work." I answered frankly, looking into her eyes.

"Then...then give it to me, I'll go in and fix it. You can adjust it for me when I come out."

Ling took the linen and went into the changing room. I suddenly felt my heart race a little, and hearing the rustling sounds coming from the changing room, I actually became a little nervous.

After a short while, Ling poked her head out of the changing room. "Don't look at me, don't laugh at me."

"Don't be shy, come out, I won't laugh."

Ling came out, and I still couldn't help but laugh. She wrapped the linen around herself like a bath towel.

"You're still laughing!" Ling was very embarrassed and turned to go back into the changing room. I grabbed her arm, "It's okay, it's fine, I can fix it for you."

After laughing, Ling seemed to have lost her guard and stood obediently in front of me, just looking shy with her head down, her face also very red.

I stood in front of her and carefully looked her over. Her skin wasn't very fair, and her slender arms extended gracefully down to her rounded shoulders. She was a bit thin, with prominent and beautiful collarbones. A faint cleavage could be seen on her chest, which was covered by linen, and there were obvious marks from her bra straps on her shoulders.

"I didn't expect you to be so thin," I said, placing my hand on the opening of the linen she was clutching tightly. I took a deep breath.

Ling's body trembled slightly; she was clearly nervous.

I casually started a conversation with her, using professional terminology and some of my own artistic insights to try and impress her. Slowly, I unwrapped the linen from her body. "Wrapped up like that, you look like a beauty emerging from a bath. Let me redo it for you; you'll definitely look like a Greek goddess."

Inside the unwrapped linen, I noticed she hadn't taken off her bra, only the straps. The white bra revealed two surprisingly large, trembling breasts. I was visibly stunned.

Ling, seeing that I hadn't moved after pulling the fabric aside, looked up and noticed my stunned expression. She reached out and pinched my arm hard. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen anything like this before?"

"I've seen it, but never anything this big..." I said seriously, then quickly looked away. I wrapped one end of the fabric around her shoulder, creating a strapless style at her chest, and then made a simple skirt around her hips. The linen draped naturally, and I noticed she was wearing conservative flesh-colored panties. Her hips were wide, giving her an alluring hourglass shape. Her slender waist was no longer covered, making her look both classic and seductive. She looked at herself in the mirror and seemed quite satisfied.

"Let's go, start shooting."

The shoot went smoothly. Although it wasn't like today's digital cameras where you can review photos instantly, I was certain back then that the pictures would be perfect and beautiful. During the shoot, I had Ling do various poses, constantly praising her figure and expressiveness. As the shoot progressed, Ling became more and more relaxed.

The linen was soft and smooth. During one pose, the linen on Ling's shoulder slipped down, revealing half of her breast. "Your breasts are so beautiful. Take off your bra; it's ruining the look. You have no idea how sexy you looked just now," I tempted Ling.

Ling had let her guard down around me. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You're lucky. If the photos don't turn out well, I'll make you regret it." Then she reached behind her back and pulled down her bra. Instantly, one breast was exposed.

My breathing quickened. To be honest, Ling's breasts were really beautiful. The small nipples were pink and tender. Although her skin wasn't very fair, it was very delicate and still dazzling against the beige linen.

I used backlighting and had Ling sit on a half-height table. I squatted down to adjust the hem of her skirt and set up the props. Ling's breathing was a little rapid. I looked up at her. "Are you a little nervous? Are you afraid I'll bite you?" From my angle, Ling's exposed breast was breathtaking. You could feel its heavy weight just by looking at it.

"Uh... It feels weird to be so exposed in front of strangers for the first time..." Ling hurriedly tried to pull up the fabric at her chest, but the smooth fabric slipped down again, revealing most of her other breast, the areola faintly visible.

"When I first saw you, I really didn't expect you to have such a great figure, simply perfect. I study painting, and I've seen models of all kinds of figures in my anatomy classes, and I swear you have the most perfect figure I've ever seen." I complimented her, and Ling smiled at me.

After adjusting the hem of her skirt, I slightly adjusted the fabric that was bunching up at Ling's chest. As I did so, the back of my hand inadvertently brushed against her left nipple, and her nipple instantly perked up and hardened. But she didn't seem to notice my harassment, and smiled.

Backlit, Ling resembled an ancient Greek sculpture. My eyes were devoid of lust; I simply pressed the shutter button, capturing her beauty. She posed at my direction. Our coordination grew increasingly seamless, and soon a roll of film was used up.

"So beautiful, this set of photos is sure to be a success," I said to Ling, changing the film.

"Looks like I didn't choose the wrong person," Ling said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. Her breasts swayed with her movement, and my mouth felt dry.

"Choosing me was the right choice," I replied jokingly. "Take a break, we've been shooting for an hour. Have some water,"

Ling said, wrapping herself in a cloth and following me to the lobby, where we sat on the sofa. I poured her a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette, and sat opposite her.

"How did it go? I think you're quite expressive. This set of photos will definitely be the best I've taken since I opened the shop." I looked at her through the smoke.

"Not bad. There was no ulterior motive in your eyes when you were taking my picture. You were very focused. I could tell you weren't the lecherous type." Ling hid her face behind her coffee cup, only her beautiful eyes showing, and looked at me.

"Actually, I was under a lot of pressure. Facing a half-naked beauty and having to control my emotions was exhausting." I said to her, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Heh..." Ling chuckled softly. She didn't say anything more, taking small sips of her coffee. Her eyes were lowered, and I didn't know what she was thinking. I also remained silent, quietly watching her. The way she drank her coffee was very feminine and charming.

Back in the studio, I handed Ling a loose white shirt. "Wear this, and I'll take a set of really languid and sexy photos of you." Then I went to set up the set and props.

After setting up the props, I turned around and saw Ling standing in front of the dressing mirror, adjusting her clothes. The oversized shirt hem covered her hips, and two buttons on the chest were undone, her beautiful figure subtly hidden in the ordinary shirt.

The background was pure white, and the light reflected off the white background, making Ling's white shirt appear semi-transparent, her alluring curves faintly visible.

"Sis, there's one imperfection that affects the overall effect." I stroked my chin, my gaze falling on Ling's waist.

Ling noticed where my gaze was directed and hesitated for a moment. "This... does it have a big impact?" She knew I was referring to her underwear; the conservative high-waisted style did indeed give off a very mismatched feeling.

"Yeah, if it were black thongs, it would definitely be very alluring and charming. The way you're wearing it feels a bit out of place," I said honestly. Actually, I was really hoping Ling would take it off.

Ling bit her lip. "Turn around."

When I turned back, Ling's face was flushed, and her small hands were tightly pressing down on the hem of her shirt.

I stepped forward, looking into her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll capture your most beautiful moments." I gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and naturally kissed her forehead. "Sis, trust me."

Ling visibly stiffened when I kissed her forehead, a hint of wariness and anger flashing in her eyes. But my "Sis" in her ear instantly dispelled her displeasure, replaced by a smile.

"Little brat, trying to take advantage of your older sister." Ling reached out and lightly punched my chest, her hand weak and powerless.

"Sis, I've already seen you naked, what advantage could I possibly have? Okay, here's your picture, sexy beauty." As I spoke, I unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, leaving only the bottom two buttons undone. The shirt was too big, and when I unbuttoned it, I saw a stunning glimpse of black skin on her lower body.

The photoshoot was underway, and Ling, at my direction, lay against the white background, striking various poses—alluring, seductive, or serene. The excessively loose shirt caused her to occasionally expose herself, her private parts swaying before my eyes. Completely different from the first set of photos, my breathing became noticeably rapid, and my mouth went dry. Ling noticed my change, her eyes filled with laughter, and occasionally she would deliberately pull open her shirt, revealing her nipples to me.

"I take back what I just said," Ling said to me while I changed the film.

"What?" I turned to look at her.

"You looked so lewd just now," Ling said, her eyes crinkling, her face full of a mischievous smile. "Did you react?"

I was embarrassed and a little annoyed by the teasing. "Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't be a man if I didn't react to such a stunning beauty."

Ling pretended to hit my head, but I grabbed her hand. "Stop it, be careful not to expose yourself."

"Hmph, don't think I don't know you were secretly watching me when you went to the back to adjust the lights." So she found out. Several times I had used the excuse of adjusting the lights to go behind her and peek at her lower body.

"Hypocrite, if you want to look, then look. You've already seen everything." Ling had completely let go. Maybe those few times I called her "sister" made her feel a sense of closeness to me, or maybe my slightly shy and boyish demeanor made her feel that I was not dangerous.

I put down my camera and gently brushed the hair from her forehead. "Not enough looking? I want to touch you." Her hoarse voice startled me. My heart pounded even faster.

Ling stared into my eyes, the smile slowly fading, replaced by an unusual tenderness. "...Where should I touch you?" she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

I was trembling too, my legs a little weak. I sat down on a bar stool used for filming, pulled Ling closer, and leaned her back against me. I lifted the hem of her shirt and placed my hands on her large breasts.

"Sister..." I trembled, my lips close to her ear, my breath heavy, "Touch here... Sister. You're so beautiful."

Ling's head rested on my shoulder, letting out a barely audible moan, "Mmm... No..." Her hand pressed against mine.

I cupped Ling's breasts in my hands, unable to grasp them, so big... Her nipples gradually hardened, erecting, pricking my palms, the sensation so wonderful.

Ling's hand pressed against mine, trying to stop me. With my gentle kneading, her strength gradually waned. Her small mouth opened slightly, her eyes half-closed. Her breathing gradually became rapid.

I looked at Ling's small ears covered in soft down, opened my mouth and took her earlobe inside, my tongue gently teasing it.

Ling's body tensed instantly, a long groan escaping her lips. She pressed my hands firmly against her breasts, "Oh..."

I searched for her lips. Ling, slightly dazed, turned her head to acknowledge my search. I

gently kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, and finally, I kissed her sweet lips. Ling responded, her tongue entwining with mine, and I savored her sweetness. My fingers caressed Ling's erect nipples. At that moment, we found a perfect feeling in each other, unrelated to lust, just a feeling of wanting to keep kissing like this forever…

When Ling and I separated, panting, she was limp, leaning weakly against me. If I hadn't held her tightly around the waist, she probably would have collapsed to the ground. I carried Ling to the lobby, placed her on the sofa, poured her a glass of water, and sat down beside her. Ling naturally nestled into my arms, took the glass, and drank. My hands encircled her waist, gently caressing it—a completely unconscious act, as if we were a couple who had been in love for many years. After

Ling finished drinking, she put the glass down, her face flushed, and twisted my waist hard. "You pervert...you're bullying me."

I lowered my head, getting close to her, our noses almost touching. "I still want to bully you..."

"Ah, no!" Ling jumped up, a glimpse of dark skin flashing beneath her fluttering clothes, seemingly glistening.

"Keep taking pictures of me." Ling pulled her clothes together, covering her perfect breasts.

I helplessly rubbed my throbbing erection, lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, stubbed it out, and walked towards the studio.

The background had been rearranged—a black background, wisps of smoke billowing from the cigarette lighter, creating an ambiguous and mysterious atmosphere.

I turned around, intending to call Ling to the background, but froze. Ling had taken off her shirt, standing completely naked in front of me. Her hands were clasped over her breasts, and she looked at me with a slightly dazed gaze. "Is it okay to shoot like this?"

"Sister…" My mind went completely blank. My mind kept repeating, "She's so beautiful, she's too beautiful."

Ling stepped into the background, one hand covering her chest, the other covering her genitals. "You pervert...stop looking, take my picture."

I grabbed the camera, my eyes fixed solely on her, completely abandoning all lust. With each click of the shutter, a series of mysteriously artistic nude photographs were taken.

When the last roll of film was used up, I threw the camera on the floor, dragged the naked Ling to the lobby, pressed her down on the sofa, and kissed her deeply.

Ling responded wildly, sucking hard on my tongue, her hands gripping my back as if trying to meld me into her body. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I struggled to pull away from her lips, gasped for air, and then buried my head in her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple.

"Oh..." Ling screamed, grabbing my head and pressing it down. Her fingers dug into my hair, rubbing it haphazardly.

"Kitty...kitty..." That was the pet name Ling used for me, only she would call me that... Even now, thinking back on it still makes me want to cry.

I held Ling's nipple in my mouth, tearing at my clothes, throwing away all the excess, finally naked and honest with Ling.

"Love me..." Ling said dazedly, reaching out to grasp my hot, hard penis and guiding it.

"Sister..." I murmured, releasing her lovely nipple and kissing my way down inch by inch, lingering on her delicate navel, continuing downwards... A tuft of fine hair came into view, very fine, just a small tuft, not lush.

Ling's hand remained on my head, and as I moved downwards, she spread her legs wide.

Finally, I found my ultimate target.

Ling's genitals had already secreted a considerable amount of fluid. Her light brown labia minora, at the top of which a pink clitoris was already protruding and swollen, odorless and clean. I licked her clitoris.

"Ah..." Ling convulsed, her legs closing together, trapping my head between them.

"Sis... I want to make you feel good." I took Ling's clitoris into my mouth, my tongue beginning to sweep across it.

"Kitty... ah... no..." Ling's muscles were tense. Her hands were gripping my hair so tightly it hurt.

I flipped my hands over and held Ling's hands down, sucking hard on her clitoris like a nursing mother, my tongue sweeping back and forth rapidly. Soon, Ling's body began to convulse rhythmically, her lower body secreting a lot of sticky fluid.

My penis was already throbbing unbearably, and feeling Ling's orgasm, I released Ling's cute clitoris and lay back down on top of her.

"Sis... does it feel good?" I gently stroked Ling's breasts, kissing her lips as I asked.

"Ugh...you rascal..." Ling answered weakly. I guided her hand to my throbbing penis.

"Love me...I want..." Ling gripped my thick member, guiding it downwards.

"Want what..." I tempted her.

"Love me...fuck me..." Ling murmured.

I lifted myself up, watching Ling guide my massive member to her wet vulva. "Sister...I want to fuck you...my cock is touching your pussy, it's going in." I found this very exciting, very lewd.

"Kitty...oh, fuck me..." Ling moaned, trying hard to guide my penis in. "Kitty, hurry up and fuck your sister's pussy, your sister wants you."

I couldn't resist anymore, and thrust my hard penis in hard. A soft, warm feeling of tight grip washed over me, making me moan.

"Sister...it feels so good...I love you...oh..."

Ling sighed after I entered her body, pressing down hard on my eager body. "Kitty, don't move...oh..."

I couldn't control myself. "Sister...I want you...I want you..."

Ling hugged me tightly, her eyes closed, searching for me with her lips. I kissed her, my lower body unable to resist starting to thrust.

"Mmm..." Ling groaned through her nose...I thrust slowly, Ling's lower body tightly wrapped around my penis, warm and wet. I had a feeling of forgetting everything, only wanting to stay like this with the woman in my arms forever.

"Kitty...it feels so good...harder..." Ling hugged me tightly and said to me.

I gradually increased the speed, the gurgling sounds growing louder and louder.

"Ah..." Ling's cries grew louder, and beads of sweat slowly seeped from our bodies. I bit Ling's nipple, tearing and shaking it.

Perhaps Ling had given me too much stimulation before, because I soon couldn't help but ejaculate inside her.

"Sister...come home with me." I got up, watching the milky white semen flow from Ling's vagina. Ling's chest and neck were pink.

"Mmm. Let's go home..." Ling was a little confused and lost.

I took a wet wipe and carefully cleaned Ling's genitals. Ling struggled for a moment, but seeing my determination, she blushed and let me clean her private parts.

The living room was filled with a lewd smell. Ling and I got dressed, but Ling didn't dare to look at me and said she wanted to go back to the bedroom. I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. "Sis...you're mine tonight. Don't leave me."

Although it was winter, I still felt hot outside. I called Ling to get in the car, and I kept the window half-rolled down the whole way to ease the heat.

My home is a 10-minute drive from the studio, very close. I moved out of my family home to live alone after I started working. Although my family wasn't extremely wealthy, I at least owned my own three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

Ling remained silent the whole way, and I didn't know what to say to her until I led her into my home.

"I'm so hungry... You go cook, I'm going to take a shower," Ling ordered me casually. She opened the doors to all the rooms, found my bedroom, went in, stripped naked, and went into the bathroom.

I scratched my head and ran to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Ling came out wrapped in a towel and we quickly shared our simple dinner. Then she pushed me into the bathroom, "You pervert, go wash up." I swear I've never showered so quickly before. I rinsed off quickly, but I cleaned my genitals very carefully and even sprayed some perfume. How embarrassing.

Back in the bedroom, Ling wrapped herself in the blanket, only her cute short hair showing.

I got into bed, pulled back the blanket, and hugged Ling's naked body.

Ling's body trembled. I kissed her back, slowly kissing her spine all over her back.

Ling turned around and grabbed my erect penis. Her eyes were bright as she looked at me.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." Ling kissed me lightly.

"Like what?" I asked knowingly.

Ling pinched me hard, and I pretended to be in pain, frowning, "Ouch... you've ruined it."

"Good that it's ruined, you rascal, ruining it will save you from ruining other girls later."

"Sis... I've ruined you enough..." I touched Ling's breasts and gently pinched them.

"Kitty... do you think I'm a bad woman..." Ling kissed me and asked.

I pushed Ling away a little, holding her breasts, staring at her, "Sis... you're a woman with a story. I don't understand you, you're not a bad woman, just a little repressed." I teased her nipples with a wicked smile.

Ling buried her head in my shoulder, her voice muffled, as if she were sobbing, "You're the one who's horny...you seduced me. You're a scoundrel."

Ling pulled back the covers and kissed my chest forcefully. Very forcefully, she kissed and moved downwards, and I groaned softly in pleasure. Ling kissed my lower abdomen, and I placed my hand on her head, rubbing it, hoping she would continue downwards.

When Ling reached my lower abdomen, she looked up at me, her eyes full of cunning, "You scoundrel...don't get too excited..."

"Oh..." The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. My engorged penis entered her warm, wet mouth, her tongue skillfully teasing the glans. I felt my penis was harder than ever before.

"Sis...oh..." This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Looking back now, Ling's technique was really clumsy, but that kind of dedication, that kind of feeling, was something only she could have.

"Oh...Sis...I want to fuck you...I want you..."

I was a little incoherent, my mind a complete blank. Ling's oral sex technique was really clumsy, her teeth often scratched me, but I didn't care, I just felt very satisfied and happy.

Ling spat out my penis, crawled to my side, "You pervert...I didn't expect it to be like this..." There was a hint of panic or confusion in her eyes.

I kissed her, my tongue gently licking her lips, "Sis...do you regret it?"

Ling reached out and stroked my face, very carefully, finally her finger stopped on my lips and gently slid, "Kitty...your name is so cute..."

I bit her finger and put it in my mouth. I didn't correct her for remembering my nickname incorrectly.

Her hand grasped my erection, and she chuckled, "Kitty...you're hard."

I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, "Sis, you're so tempting, look how perky your nipples are."

Ling stroked my penis back and forth, "You rascal, how many women have you seduced? Confess."

"I swear to God, Sis, I never imagined this before I met you." It was true; after breaking up with my ex-girlfriend, Ling was the first woman to enter my life.

Ling narrowed her eyes, "Okay, I believe you." Her soft little tongue licked my lips, and I rolled over and pinned her down, forcefully taking her tongue into my mouth.

In sexual activity, I greatly prefer kissing between partners, and Ling is the only woman I've ever been with who enjoys kissing me and can orgasm from kissing.

I felt a little hot and sat up, leaning against the headboard. Ling was straddling my legs, her large breasts pressing against my waist, revealing breathtaking curves.

Ling's face was pressed against my waist, her small hands grasping and playing with my penis. Fluid occasionally seeped from the urethral opening, and Ling used her fingers to smear the fluid all over my glans. She was manipulating my penis as if it were a toy.

I watched Ling play with my penis, her fingers stroking her smooth back; the atmosphere was both erotic and comfortable, and I craved it.

Ling licked away the fluid from the glans with her tongue. Her small tongue deftly enveloped my penis, sweeping back and forth along the coronal sulcus. My breathing quickened, and I pinched and played with Ling's nipple with one hand. Ling's breasts have always fascinated me. Even after we've been together for a long time, Ling still laughs at me for liking to suck on her breasts so much, saying I'm like her son.

After I finished smoking, I leaned against the headboard, pulled Ling up so her back was against my chest, sucked on her earlobe, wrapped one arm around her breast, and used the other to touch her genitals. This was Ling and I'd always used this position for a long time during our year together. Ling could easily reach orgasm in this state. When Ling orgasmed, her body would convulse, and her clitoris would become very erect. Often at that moment, I would pinch her clitoris with my fingers and bite her earlobe hard. Ling's sensitive spots were at the base of her earlobe and breasts, and every time this happened, Ling would go limp as if she had died. This is why, during our first photoshoot, I accidentally sucked on her earlobe, which led to her falling for me.

"Sis... I want to fuck you," I said crudely, pinching Ling's nipple.

Ling was very elegant and ladylike in daily life, but when she was with me, she particularly enjoyed my vulgar language.

"Want to fuck me there?" Ling moaned.

"Fuck my pussy," I said to her in a lewd tone, licking Ling's earlobe.

"Fuck me, I'll let you fuck me," Ling said, dazed, her hand gripping my penis and stroking it vigorously.

I rolled over and pinned Ling beneath me, my glans pressing against her labia. "Sis, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you with my big cock." I noticed the excitement Ling showed when I said these obscene things.

"Give it to me... kitty... put it in..." Ling babbled incoherently, her lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly.

"What do you mean, put it in... sis..." I suppressed my desire to penetrate, continuing to tease Ling.

"Cock... quick... put it in... sis wants your cock..." Ling went crazy, her small hands slapping against my body, one hand reaching down to grab my penis and guide it towards her private parts.

I rubbed the head of my penis against Ling's clitoris, refusing to enter. Ling's face flushed, pleading, "Good kitty, give it to sis, sis can't take it anymore, hurry up and come in."

I lowered my head, kissed Ling, and at the same time, thrust my penis hard into Ling's body. Ling's whole body tensed instantly, her hands gripping my back tightly, her lower body thrusting upwards, wishing I could melt into her body. Her calves wrapped around my waist, pressing down hard.

I thrust forcefully, and Ling's chest flushed crimson as she murmured, clinging tightly to my body. I felt an unprecedented hardness and stamina in my lower body, pumping wildly. Ling's soft moans turned into high-pitched screams. Sweat beaded on my chest and back as I thrust into Ling's body with the force of a pile driver. With each thrust, Ling's grip on me tightened, and I felt a burning pain in my back. Sweat beaded on Ling's breasts. I gritted my teeth and thrust even harder. Ling's vagina gripped my penis tightly, wet and glistening, the gurgling sounds growing louder with each thrust. I felt Ling scratching my back; it hurt, but it was also incredibly arousing. I lowered my head and bit Ling's nipple, not sucking, but biting hard, tearing with my teeth, and swinging it back and forth. Ling started talking nonsense, her groans tinged with sobs, no longer knowing what she was saying.

I was getting tired, so I gradually reduced the frequency of my thrusting and gestured for Ling to turn over and lie face down on the bed. Ling was limp, her hazy eyes almost closing, murmuring, "Kitty... Sister feels so good, don't stop..."

My throbbing penis throbbed, the purplish-red glans covered in Ling's secretions, feeling unbearably swollen. I turned Ling over, supporting her buttocks, and thrust my thick penis into her from behind.

"Huff..." I panted heavily, "Sister... does it feel good..."

"Kitty... Sister is going to be fucked to death by you..." Ling murmured. Her head sank weakly into the pillow. I reached out and grasped her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"Sis...your breasts are so big, so soft...Sis...your pussy is so tight...so good..." I thrust roughly, watching Ling's labia flip in and out with each thrust.

"I'm flying...ah, I'm flying..." Ling cried out. She reached down to rub her clitoris. "Faster...harder...faster..." Ling shouted. I increased my speed, sweat pouring down my face, and at the same time, I felt a tight grip inside Ling's body, making thrusting difficult. So tight, so good. At the same time, Ling let out a long moan and went limp. Ling

no longer had the strength to speak, her face turned to the side as she lay on the pillow, panting heavily. I had never been so vigorous as I was today; my hard penis had been thrusting continuously for nearly 15 minutes.

Ling's legs went weak, and her buttocks slumped uncontrollably. "So tired... Kitty... Come on top."

I stood up, filled with pride and satisfaction, because I hadn't felt like ejaculating yet. This time, the sex was an experience I had never had before. Ling's neck and chest were flushed pink, her cheeks as if painted with rouge. Her slightly open mouth was breathing rapidly, her eyes were hazy, and she looked as if she were crying.

I gently kissed Ling's lips, but she didn't have the strength to respond. I held my thick penis and skillfully thrust it into Ling's vagina. After penetration, I didn't immediately start thrusting, but gently kissed the corner of Ling's mouth. "Sis... is it comfortable?"

"Mmm..." Ling became weak and listless.

"Sis... I haven't ejaculated yet..." I kissed Ling, my tongue lightly licking her earlobe.

"Bad cat... I'm so tired... It feels so good... Let me rest for a bit." Ling responded weakly.

I started to thrust slowly, very slowly, but I liked this feeling, it felt so warm. With each thrust, I could savor the warmth of Ling's vagina, the feeling of it gripping me.

With each thrust, Ling began to moan softly. I gently bit Ling's earlobe, teasing her softly.

"Sis... Is my cock hard?" "Sis... I love fucking you." "Sis... Your pussy is so tight, it's hard for my cock to go in."

Ling couldn't stand my words and actions, her lower body throbbing incessantly, responding to my thrusts. The soft moans from her mouth were so alluring.

I hugged her tightly, our faces pressed together. I could clearly feel Ling's cheeks burning. My lower body began to thrust, faster and faster. Ling coiled around me like an octopus, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me. Her moans grew louder.

Finally, I ejaculated with unbridled pleasure, trembling, unable to contain the intense ecstasy, I held Ling tightly, letting out a low growl as I fired bullet after bullet into her body. Ling hugged my neck, biting down hard, her nose emitting a sound like a sob.

After a long while, I climbed off Ling. She lay there lazily, limbs outstretched, her chest and neck flushed pink. Letting the thick semen flow from her body, I went to the bathroom to get a towel and cleaned her lower body. I lay on my side next to Ling and pulled the blanket over her.

I gently stroked Ling's hair, looking at her satisfied expression, feeling incredibly peaceful. Ling pressed her face against my chest, wrapped her arms around my waist, and murmured with her eyes closed, "Bad cat... I'm going to die..."

I ran my fingers through Ling's hair, noticing that her ears were bright red. "Sister... I'm so happy... I really want to hold you like this forever."

Ling looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "Kiss me..." Ling closed her eyes and looked up.

I lowered my head, my lips lightly touching hers. Ling stuck out her tongue, and I gently bit it, my tongue tip lightly licking hers. Ling retaliated, sucking my tongue forcefully into her mouth. We were both engrossed in our kissing game.

"It's...it's flowing out..." Ling gasped, whispering. She looked down

, not daring to look at me. I got up and knelt between Ling's legs. Ling, shy, covered her face to prevent me from seeing. I pulled her hands away and leaned in to lightly kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling let out a cry and pulled the blanket over her head, pretending to be an ostrich.

Although Ling was no longer a virgin, her sexual experience was clearly limited. Her two light brown labia minora were symmetrical and firm, not the dark brown or black, loose and swollen type common in experienced women. A thin stream of clear fluid was flowing down her buttocks. Ling's anus was also light brown and firm, contracting with each breath.

I parted Ling's labia minora with my fingers, revealing her pink vagina. Ling moaned softly from under the covers, "You pervert... don't look..."

I stroked Ling's clitoris; it was swollen and proudly erect, round and smooth. Ling's vagina began to contract rhythmically, squeezing out strands of semen mixed with her bodily fluids. It smelled very lewd.

I moved closer and licked the base of Ling's thighs. Ling reached over and grabbed my hair, as if to stop me, yet also as if expecting me to continue.

I inserted a finger, and Ling's vagina gripped it tightly, as if with a slight suction. Ling threw back the covers and began to breathe heavily. I moved my finger in and out, then leaned in to kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling roughly ruffled my hair, her breathing becoming heavier.

"Kitty...oh...kitty...I'm going to be played to death by you...I'm going to fly again..."

Suddenly, Ling's legs clamped tightly around my head. "Oh...don't move...I'm flying...I'm flying..."

Ling's body was so sensitive; she easily reached another climax. I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and my strength hadn't recovered, so I temporarily released Ling. I hugged her and continued our kissing game, while simultaneously playing with Ling's breasts that fascinated me. Ling was truly exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I gently smoothed her slightly furrowed brow, pulled the blanket over her shoulders, and lay down beside her to sleep.

Later, I asked Ling to be my girlfriend, and Ling told me her story. She had a fiancé who was somewhat influential in her hometown. They were to get married after she graduated. Ling's job had already been arranged by her fiancé; she worked for a public institution. He was an unromantic man who had taken Ling's body long ago, treating her only as a tool for release. Ling came to have her picture taken simply to leave a memory before her wedding. She said she had never felt love from that man, but she never expected to fall in love with me at first sight. With me, she found both physical and emotional satisfaction. But Ling was very rational. She was seven years older than me, and she said she could never be with me. She said she belonged to me until she got married.

After that, we were intimate almost every night, releasing our desires in various wanton ways. I gave Ling the key to our house. From that day on, Ling acted like the lady of the house, staying home all day when she didn't have classes to clean, cook, and wait for me to come home. I worked long hours like a husband, turning down all social engagements to come home every night to be with her. Ling liked it when I hugged her, played kissing games, and whispered lewd things in her ear. When we were passionate, we made love unrestrainedly, turning every corner of the house into our battleground.

When it was quiet, Ling was like a little wife, snuggling in my arms, chatting and watching TV. At that time, I didn't fully understand the necessity of contraception. Ling knew I didn't like using condoms and had been secretly taking oral contraceptives.

While Ling was at school, she took me in and out of her graduate student dormitory, completely disregarding what others thought. She openly told her roommates that she was my lover. The photos were developed during the shoot; they were beautiful, very well done, and Ling looked very pure and innocent in her nude state. Ling kept all one hundred-plus photos to herself and never showed them to anyone.

The night before Ling left, we made love passionately, countless times, until dawn. I ejaculated my thin semen into her body again and again, and she repeatedly took my still-erect penis into her mouth, trying her best to make it erect, to make me love her.

After daybreak, Ling picked up her luggage and left home, refusing my offer to see her off. Standing at the door, she didn't turn back to look at me, and whispered that I shouldn't think about her, that I should forget her. Since then, I haven't seen her again; she simply vanished from my life so easily.

I'm writing this because of a strange overseas phone call a few days ago. Ling had gone through four or five friends to find my number. We talked all night that day. She divorced that man a long time ago and is now in Australia, a mother of three. Ling said she didn't contact me again after leaving because she didn't want to hurt me anymore, because she knew there would be no future for us. So many years have passed, and Ling feels we've both matured and can let go of the past. Ling said she often takes out the photos I took of her to look at, reminiscing about the days we spent together. I'll show her this piece when I finish writing it, to remember that unforgettable time I once had.

Perhaps influenced by Ling, what I still cherish most in sex is the tender kissing between partners. Back then, Ling and I loved nothing more than embracing and gently kissing

each other. We could even spend all day together. No sex , just kissing. No lust, just feeling each other's presence.

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