A long-held dream came true overnight.

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Zhenzhen was my first girlfriend, my first love. Our relationship was quite peculiar. We were classmates in Class 1 of our senior year of high school, but I hadn't paid any attention to her at all. She was the youngest in the class, as green and inexperienced as a green olive, and everyone affectionately called her "Little Girl." The pressure of the college entrance exam was like a heavy mountain, suffocating every student. No one had the time or energy to chat up girls. Zhenzhen wasn't the prettiest girl in the class, nor the smartest or the best student. Besides her cheerful personality and sweet smile, I had almost no impression of her. The only detail I can clearly remember is that one evening, I was walking on the playground, and Zhenzhen, carrying her books, walked ahead of me. Her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her slender figure swayed gracefully in the sunset. Suddenly, my heart fluttered.

After the college entrance exam, I went to a prestigious university in the north, while she didn't perform well and ended up studying at a university in our province.

We were separated forever, and I thought we would never cross paths again. University life became more colorful after I started university, but I still hadn't met a girl I liked. Watching my buddies start dating one by one, I started to feel restless. A mix of longing and loneliness lingered until I met Zhenzhen online. We talked about our schools, our majors, our experiences with our new lives, and our future aspirations. All the pent-up frustration I'd felt for so long was released in our online conversations, leaving us feeling incredibly happy. Even when the computer lab closed, we were still talking, so we exchanged phone numbers and continued chatting on the phone back in our dorms. For the next two weeks, we kept in touch. Slowly, she became a more complete figure in my mind, like a card. I began to know her joys, sorrows, interests, and her inner feelings. One day, lying in bed with my phone as my pillow, listening to Zhenzhen's clear, bell-like voice, I found myself complaining to her about being lonely. Zhenzhen sighed and said, "Out of six of my roommates, I'm the only one without a boyfriend." Suddenly, I impulsively said, "Why don't you be my girlfriend?" It took a long time for her voice to come through: "Okay!" And so, inexplicably and unexpectedly, I got my first girlfriend.

We started this strange kind of love. We didn't know if it could even be called love. We didn't live together, had no shared experiences, and didn't even know what attracted us to each other. There was basically no emotional foundation. But this relationship lasted for over a year. Because we lived so far apart, and the travel was long and expensive, we didn't meet very often. That summer, when we went home for dates, the couples who talked endlessly on the phone and online seemed so unfamiliar in person. Zhenzhen had changed a lot. She was no longer that naive girl. Her face was fair and delicate, her short hair had grown into long, flowing locks, and her figure was much fuller than before. Holding her soft, delicate hand, I truly understood the concept of a girlfriend. In the depths of a secluded park, Zhenzhen's shy face emboldened me. I boldly kissed her small lips, and Zhenzhen responded to my advances with dreamy eyes. In the end, we found ourselves embracing.

After a long kiss, we lay down on the grass, breathing heavily. I turned to look at Zhenzhen; her youthful and lovely face was flushed, her chest rising and falling with her breath. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her. Zhenzhen trembled, but her hands grabbed my hand. The soft, delicate feel of her skin was incredibly pleasurable. Zhenzhen murmured "no," but as a modern college student educated in adult films and books, I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot. So I rolled over and kissed Zhenzhen's moist lips again. As our tongues intertwined more intimately, Zhenzhen's hands slowly loosened, and I took the opportunity to conquer her. Although Zhenzhen's body was slender, her breasts didn't feel small. Under my massage, they seemed even larger, and even through her underwear and coat, I could feel their amazing elasticity. Judging from Zhenzhen's barely suppressed arousal, I slipped my hand inside her clothes. When I finally touched her breasts without any barrier, I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. I pinched her nipples, each the size of a soybean, between my thumb and forefinger, gently kneading them, feeling them swell and harden. As I focused on kneading her breasts, Zhenzhen also succumbed to desire. Her soft moans further fueled my possessiveness, and I noticed the shape of her breasts changing constantly beneath her clothes. Just as I was about to push my hand deeper between her legs, I suddenly heard voices. We quickly sat up, straightened our clothes, and held hands, pretending to whisper. When our eyes met, we both saw a tacit understanding between us. Unfortunately, the park became increasingly crowded afterward, and we never had the chance to get to know each other better. Summer vacation passed quickly, and we dated whenever we had the chance, but we never developed a deeper relationship, a regret that haunted me for seven or eight years.

After the new semester started, we were back to being thousands of miles apart. This relationship lasted for a few more months before finally coming to an end. That day, she calmly said that we were too far apart, too tiring, and she felt insecure. I calmly accepted it too, only pretending to be relaxed and hoping to remain friends. I used to think that we came together because of loneliness or curiosity, and that our feelings would fade. But when I lost her, I realized how heartbreaking it was. I had long been used to confiding in her, used to hearing her melodious voice, used to sharing her joys and sorrows. After the breakup, a wave of loss and loneliness overwhelmed me instantly. Zhenzhen fared much better than me. Girls mature quickly; she became more and more beautiful and knew how to dress, and soon had suitors. Six months later, I heard she had found someone new. Hearing this news, my almost-calmed emotions were numbed again, but I was powerless to do anything. I drank, listened to sad songs, and wanted to cry my heart out. After some time, I finally came to my senses, let go of that relationship, and lived the rest of my university life with a carefree attitude.

After graduating from university, I went to work for a state-owned enterprise, while Zhenzhen was admitted to a good university for graduate studies. We never saw each other again, although we kept in touch and exchanged birthday wishes. But every time we went home for class reunions, we would intentionally or unintentionally miss each other. Sometimes when chatting online, we would avoid talking about our past relationships. I didn't want her to know my situation or how many boyfriends she had; that would only hurt me. When she graduated with her master's degree and went to work in Beijing, I also found my own girl and planned to spend my life with her. As time passed, that feeling slowly faded. Sometimes when I thought of her, besides nostalgia, I felt a pang of regret: I had touched the body of my first girl but never actually seen her.

She got married after working for two years, stayed in Beijing, found a good husband, bought a car and a house, and lived a happy life. Meanwhile, I lived a mundane life in the state-owned enterprise, to the point that I felt inferior seeing her. I thought I would never see her again, never have any contact with her again, but fate once again played its magic.

Two years later, in May, I went to Beijing on a business trip to oversee a company project there. The work went smoothly; what was supposed to be a 20-day task was completed in 15. That night, I returned home drunk with my colleagues. I woke up in the middle of the night, lying in bed, and suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, I thought of Zhenzhen in Beijing. I wondered how she was doing. Thinking about it, I sent her a text message: "I'm in Beijing, are you okay?" It was already late, but to my surprise, she responded quickly and called me directly. "When did you arrive in Beijing? Where are you staying now?" Her voice wasn't as crisp as it used to be; it had a mature, magnetic quality. I chuckled a few times and explained my business trip. Zhenzhen seemed very happy, then complained a little: "You're so disloyal! You only told me after you arrived so late. Why don't you stay and not go back? I'm on vacation now, so I can spend a few days with you in Beijing." A strange restlessness stirred within me. I couldn't believe it: Wasn't your husband jealous that his beautiful wife was spending time with her old classmate? Zhenzhen sighed softly and said, "He went to another city..." We chatted about our recent situations and then arranged a time and place to meet the next day.

The next morning, I got up early, shaved in front of the mirror, and tidied myself up. The person in the mirror wasn't young anymore, but at least I was energetic, simple, and refreshing, much more mature and capable than I had been a few years ago.

"This shouldn't disappoint Zhenzhen too much," I thought to myself, but then I realized how ridiculous that idea was—so naive, still clinging to the idea of a boy chasing a girl. When I arrived at the teahouse by taxi, there were still a few minutes before our appointment, but I could already see a familiar yet unfamiliar beautiful woman sitting inside, waving at me from afar. I carefully examined the woman sitting in front of me. She had long, flowing hair, a fair and beautiful face, and that sweet smile in her eyes. The only change, besides her more mature and fuller figure, was her entire demeanor. Confident and mature, her every move radiant, she possessed less worldliness than the average white-collar woman, and more sensual charm than her younger self. Zhenzhen, seeing me staring at her, chuckled: "You look like a pervert." But there was no hint of anger in her words. The slightly awkward and unfamiliar atmosphere between us vanished instantly. I, too, became quick-witted and laughed: "It's all because you're so beautiful, I almost didn't recognize you!" Zhenzhen astutely seized upon the flaw in my statement: "So you're saying I wasn't pretty before?"

Arguing with a woman is the least intelligent thing to do, so I immediately surrendered, offering a few words of pleading and then subtly praising her a few times. We sat facing each other and started chatting, sometimes reminiscing about the past. Zhenzhen laughed heartily, her full breasts evoking my most cherished memories. I don't know if Zhenzhen realized my lapse, but whenever my gaze swept across her chest, I could see her delicate earlobes slightly flushed. When we were having a

good time, Zhenzhen took me sightseeing. I'd seen some of the sights before, but I'd never enjoyed it as much as this time. Ultimately, it's the effect of having beauty by your side; even the most ordinary scenery and the most mundane anecdotes become vivid. Sometimes, when she unintentionally pointed something out to me, I was completely immersed in the feeling of holding that soft, fragrant hand. Several times when we were squeezing through the crowd, I put my arm around her waist to prevent her from being bumped, and she pretended not to care. But a strange feeling slowly brewed between us. The fire in my heart burned brighter and brighter, but I managed to maintain my composure.

We had a wonderful day, Zhenzhen chirping incessantly like a little bird, her mature charm transformed into a youthful innocence.

I didn't know if she had been unhappy before, but she seemed like a child who had found a fun toy, freely expressing her joy. That evening, while having dinner at a restaurant, we talked about our hometown cuisine. Both of us had been away from home for a long time, and the conversation stirred our cravings. Zhenzhen, in high spirits, immediately dragged me home, saying she would cook me a delicious meal from her hometown. Upon arriving at her house, Zhenzhen put her hair up, donned an apron, and transformed into a housewife. While she cooked, I took in her surroundings. Judging from the location, the neighborhood, the interior decoration, and the level of home furnishings, Zhenzhen seemed to be doing quite well in Beijing; it appeared her husband was also quite wealthy. Thinking about this makes me feel a little ashamed; I can't provide her with such a comfortable life now. Zhenzhen is a very good cook; the dishes are quick to prepare and delicious, with a taste of home. Sipping red wine, Zhenzhen appeared even more radiant and captivating in the dim light. However, when the conversation inevitably turned to family, Zhenzhen seemed lost and her expression somber. She said her husband was seven or eight years older than her, a middle-level manager at a large company, handsome and wealthy. He was a filial son; his mother was eager for a grandchild, so he quickly pursued her, and they married after a few months of dating. But things always take an unexpected turn. His mother suddenly passed away, and he reverted to his old ways, becoming entangled with several women. After several arguments, her heart gradually grew cold, and she just drifted through life. Everyone's life has its hardships; no one knows the pain hidden beneath a glamorous exterior. I always avoid discussing other people's hidden pain, changing the subject to something cheerful to keep the atmosphere harmonious.

After drinking and having dinner, it was past ten o'clock. Zhenzhen insisted that I stay the night. After declining a few times, I readily accepted, though deep down I longed for something to happen. Having been so active all day, I was naturally covered in sweat. Standing under the showerhead at Zhenzhen's house, whether it was the alcohol or Zhenzhen's alluring mature charm that made me fantasize about her body, I immediately reacted, and my usually proud penis became erect. Just as I was considering whether to masturbate, I heard Zhenzhen knock on the door: "There's a set of pajamas he hasn't worn yet, you can wear it for now." I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and opened a crack to take it. Just as I was about to close the door, the towel wasn't wrapped tightly and came undone. I frantically tried to wrap it back up, forgetting that Zhenzhen was still standing outside, and without pushing the door open, it opened even wider. I heard a gasp, and then I saw Zhenzhen covering her mouth, her eyes fixed on my erect penis. For a moment, there was complete silence. The blush on her face quickly spread to her earlobes and long neck, her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her eyes became hazy. I couldn't help but open my bathrobe, embrace Zhenzhen, and carry her into the bathroom. Zhenzhen struggled for a moment, then hugged me tightly. We kissed passionately in the pouring water. Zhenzhen's tongue was still so soft and sweet, but it was much more agile than before, always managing to entwine with mine, and then cleverly escape just as my tongue was about to grasp it. I don't know how long we kissed, but when we let go, Zhenzhen was completely soaked, her body clinging tightly to my skin, her graceful figure partially revealed. Zhenzhen stroked the muscles on my chest with her hand and murmured, "I didn't expect that although you're thin, your muscles are quite well-defined." A beautiful woman's praise is the best aphrodisiac, and my already erect penis grew even stronger.

Zhenzhen sensed his change and couldn't help but gasp when she looked down. I proudly raised my bulging, veiny penis and teasingly flicked it twice. Zhenzhen couldn't resist taking off her soaking wet clothes, pushing me to sit on the edge of the bathtub, kneeling between my legs, opening her cherry-like mouth, and taking my monstrous glans into her mouth. However, her mouth was too small; she struggled to hold it for a few seconds before spitting it out again. Even in those few seconds, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. Zhenzhen looked up at me, a little aggrieved, and said, "Your thing is so big, I can't take it in." Despite her words, her eyes were filled with seductive allure. Seeing my beaming face, she wrinkled her little nose: "Hmph, I'm going to eat it up." Then she opened her mouth again and focused intently on completing her feat.

Zhenzhen's mouth and tongue weren't just amazing at kissing; they were equally impressive at oral sex. She would gently circle the glans with her tongue, then suck on it lightly. Her hands were equally busy, sometimes stroking the shaft, sometimes gently kneading the testicles. After a few minutes of this, she finally opened her lips and slowly swallowed it. When she had swallowed most of it, she looked up at me with a triumphant expression, like a child waiting to be praised. This wasn't the first time she'd given me oral sex; my girlfriend had done it before, but this was the most satisfying one. Putting aside Zhenzhen's status as a married woman and the taboo thrill that came with it, her oral skills were absolutely superb. Even with such a large penis inside, her tongue glided smoothly within. Looking down at her delicate face, slightly distorted by the weight of the object, the contrast between her beautiful features and her wanton movements created a powerful and arousing image that ignited my lust. Zhenzhen's hair, which had been styled in a bun, had fallen loose. Following her long, black hair, one could see her smooth, pink back, white and delicate like milk. Below that was her willow-like waist, swaying gently with the movement of her mouth. Although Zhenzhen was a young woman, she had not given birth, and there was not a trace of excess fat on her slender waist. In stark contrast to her waist were her round, full buttocks. The skin and texture were beyond reproach, and their shape was perfect, like a full moon. Because of Zhenzhen's kneeling posture, they appeared large and perky. This scene made me feel like an emperor, with not my first love or someone else's wife kneeling between my legs, but a female slave. The pleasurable feeling between my legs surged to my head, turning into a violent impulse. I growled, grabbed Zhenzhen's hair, pressed her head down, and thrust my penis deeper into her throat, then roughly shoved it in and out of her mouth. After a few thrusts, my mind cleared. After all, the woman below was not a prostitute to be played with at will. If she got angry, things would be very bad, so I quickly stopped. Thankfully, Zhenzhen didn't get angry. Instead, she hugged my waist tightly and desperately pushed my penis further down her throat until it was completely inside her mouth. Only then did she slowly pull out, sucking on the glans a few more times before exhaling and breathing heavily. When she calmed down a bit, Zhenzhen's face was flushed, and she said coquettishly, "I'm so tired. This bad thing almost suffocated me." I picked her up and placed her on my lap, praising her, "Zhenzhen, you're amazing. Your husband has trained you so well." Zhenzhen laughed, "He didn't teach me. Besides you, I've had three other boyfriends. The guy I dated during my graduate studies loved oral sex. I just practiced a lot and naturally learned." My heart clenched. My first love had only ever touched my breasts, and those bastards got to enjoy it. Zhenzhen sensed my mood and rubbed her face against mine, saying, "Jealous? I'll make it up to you later!" My jealousy instantly turned into a raging fire, and I wanted to put her down and take her right there and then. Zhenzhen deftly slipped out of my embrace, letting out a silvery laugh: "Don't be in such a hurry, let's take a bath first."

I'm not a naive young man anymore, and acting so hasty would only make Zhenzhen look down on me. So I let her do as she pleased, to see what tricks she had up her sleeve. Zhenzhen turned off the shower and filled her large bathtub with water. After testing the water temperature, she pulled me to lie down in the tub, her small hands roaming and kneading my body. Although her massage technique was amateurish, what more could I ask for at that moment? When the water reached over us, she braced herself on either side of the tub, letting her breasts rub against my chest. Only then did I truly examine those mysterious jade rabbits. It's a real pity, really; I was the first to climb those peaks, but I've never actually seen their true face. This was absolutely a breathtaking sight. Her skin was as white as snow, as smooth as silk, shaped like two jade bowls adorned with two dazzling rubies, and her pale areolas looked incredibly cute. The way her breasts pressed against me was indescribably pleasurable. What was even more unbearable was that Zhenzhen cupped her breasts with both hands, rubbing them against my penis. This was the legendary breast play, a scene I'd only ever seen in porn, and now I was experiencing it firsthand. This sensual bath lasted half an hour, and Zhenzhen was panting heavily. I dried her off and carried her to the bedroom.

Zhenzhen's bedroom was large, with a huge bed. When the lights were on, I could see that the decor was elegant and romantic. On the wall above the bed hung a wedding photo of Zhenzhen and her husband; the woman was beautiful, and the man was dashing, creating an atmosphere of happiness and bliss. Ironically, the beautiful bride was completely naked, being held in the arms of another man. I didn't even bother to look at the groom's face; I threw Zhenzhen onto the bed and pounced on her like a hungry tiger. I pressed myself against Zhenzhen, inhaling her sweet fragrance and kissing her passionately. My hands kneaded her breasts without any tenderness, and Zhenzhen responded eagerly, her body writhing like a water snake. When I touched between her legs, I found she was already overflowing with desire. When my fingers touched her moist, hidden place, Zhenzhen could no longer hold back, moaning softly, "I want it, give it to me quickly." I had been waiting for her to say those words. I climbed off her, spread her legs, and pressed her against her chest. Zhenzhen lay on her back, her legs spread wide, her most secret honeypot exposed to my gaze. Zhenzhen's pubic hair wasn't very thick, just a curled tuft on her mons pubis. Her labia were very clean; I didn't know if it was natural or if she took good care of herself.

The two labia were thin and pink, with a pearl the size of a grain of rice at their junction, shimmering alluringly under the light. Honey-like fluid flowed gently from the vulva below. Zhenzhen's genitals looked incredibly delicate, not at all like a woman married for two years. I guided my throbbing, menacing penis towards that honeyed opening. The swollen, purplish-red glans touched the tender labia between her legs. With the labia trembling slightly, the glans, fully lubricated by the slippery, sticky fluid flowing from her vulva, parted her tender labia and thrust inside. I could feel my swollen glans being tightly enveloped by a layer of soft flesh. There seemed to be a strange suction within the vulva, contracting and sucking at my glans. Taking a deep breath, suppressing the surging desire within me, I withdrew my penis and pressed the glans against her vulva, grinding it up and down along the crevice of her tender pink lips. Drops of glistening, viscous nectar overflowed from her bright pink slit. At that moment, my large glans once again forced open her tender pink lips and thrust inside. Zhenzhen's vaginal walls tightly gripped my penis, the thick shaft rubbing against that warm, tender flesh, and pleasure instantly overwhelmed us. Zhenzhen let out a long sigh, moaning contentedly, "So comfortable...so big." I began to gently thrust my lower body, my large glans grinding in and out of her vulva, the groove beneath my glans scraping against her tender lips like spring flowers blooming, opening and closing, bringing out waves of milky white, transparent, sweet nectar, soaking her thighs. The scent of her body wafted over, raising my desire to another peak. Zhenzhen wasn't satisfied with the shallow thrusting of my penis in her honeypot. She actively raised her buttocks, wanting to accommodate more, and cried out urgently, "Deeper... I want it, I want it!" I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched my back and thrust my penis through the folds, reaching its full depth. Zhenzhen, struck by this blow, straightened her long, shapely legs, her toes curling tightly together as if frozen, and she groaned loudly and incoherently. The thick, hard, and hot penis made her clitoris boil. Her body began to twist unconsciously. As Zhenzhen's body involuntarily writhed, I couldn't control my thrusting penis either. The tender flesh inside Zhenzhen's honeypot seemed to have a mind of its own, encircling my penis layer by layer. Every time I withdrew and re-entered, the tender flesh on the walls would automatically contract and writhe, and the deepest part of her clitoris would tightly grip my glans, like a small mouth sucking on it. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable, further fueling my valor. I released her legs, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and thrust into her like a whirlwind.

Zhenzhen was almost out of her mind, crying out, "So good...so good, I'm going to fly to heaven..." But such relentless competition can't last. After a while, I slowed down, focusing on attacking different parts of her honeypot from various angles. Zhenzhen adjusted to my penis and began to cooperate with my thrusts.

Her body was flushed, her white jade-like skin tinged with rosy hues. She pressed her hands against the backs of my hands as I caressed her breasts, panting, "You're so good, so amazing, you're killing me." I chuckled and asked,

"How does it compare to your husband?" "Yours is bigger, longer, thicker, and hotter than his. You're the best." These are words every man loves to hear. I immediately rewarded her further, thrusting my large penis deep into her flower again.

Zhenzhen felt like she was being thrown high into the air again, screaming, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die from being fucked by a big cock!" Hearing Zhenzhen's wanton words and looking at her beautiful face, I felt both happiness and sorrow. I wondered how many times that once innocent girl had been "trained" to become like this. Thinking this, I unconsciously said, "You little slut, how many men have fucked you? How many times have you been fucked?" When I said the words "little slut," I clearly felt Zhenzhen's tender flesh tighten, and an even greater pleasure surged through me. Zhenzhen cried out intermittently, "Ah...so good, I'm being fucked to death...I've been fucked by three men, I've lost count of how many times...ah, deeper, so good." Even though I wasn't her husband, my possessiveness was incredibly strong. Hearing this, I was filled with rage. My hands pinched her swollen nipples, and my hips thrust fiercely. I yelled, "You little slut, do you feel better being fucked by others or by me?" Zhenzhen's former white-collar elegance was long gone; she had become a wanton woman, body and soul. Hearing these vulgar words only excited her more, her body wildly responding to me. Her silvery voice emitted wanton moans: "I'm a little slut, my little cunt feels best when you fuck it, fuck my little cunt raw...harder, fuck me to death." These words were many times more potent than aphrodisiacs or Viagra, fueling my fighting spirit to the brink of madness, and my thrusting speed increased.

I don't know how many hundreds of thrusts I did, but I stopped and lay on top of her, panting heavily. Zhenzhen, who had been completely out of her mind from my earlier actions, was starting to recover. After resting for a while, she rolled over and changed positions, still holding my penis, but now she was on top. She placed her hands on my chest, gently lifting her buttocks and sitting down, playing with my still-erect penis. She watched as the tender flesh outside her vagina was repeatedly pulled in and out, biting her lip lightly. "Play with my breasts," she pleaded, and I immediately complied, grabbing her drooping breasts with both hands. Thinking back to the seven or eight years it took me to finally possess this beauty, I couldn't help but sigh:

"Zhenzhen, do you remember when I used to play with your breasts? Back then, I thought you were mine for life." "Yes, I was so nervous back then, but it also felt so good." Zhenzhen lowered her head and kissed me, continuing, "Back then, we were so far apart, I always felt insecure, and I couldn't resist the temptation, so I went with someone else." I remembered her wanton words from earlier, and my heart burned again. I squeezed her nipples a little harder. Zhenzhen looked at me resentfully and said, "Do you think I'm wanton and despicable?" I was speechless. Back then, our feelings weren't deep enough to overcome the barriers of space and time, and if you were chaste now, I wouldn't be lying on this bed. I thought this to myself, but I comforted myself, saying, "No, it's part of the fun." Taking advantage of the moment, I thrust upwards a few times, and Zhenzhen let out a few soft moans. Whether she wanted stimulation or something else, she started talking about her romantic history, how she lost her virginity, how her boyfriend, who loved oral sex, took her to the school library, the teaching building, and various wooded areas for oral sex, and how skilled her current husband was sexually.

I listened, inexplicably indignant, wanting only to vent my anger on her vagina. Zhenzhen's sensitive breasts were being played with, her vagina was being manipulated by my penis, and she was talking about her most secret and wanton things, her body burning hot as if on fire.

I shouted, "You're the best! I feel so fulfilled and happy when I'm with you! My vagina is completely filled!"

I patted her ample breasts with satisfaction and said, "So, will you still let me fuck you from now on?" Zhenzhen, unable to control her rhythm, her buttocks rising and falling rapidly, her juices splattering at our point of contact. Without hesitation, she answered, "Yes, I want it! I'm yours! Play with my tits, fuck my pussy! I'm your little slut, you can fuck me from now on..."

Hearing this declaration of submission, I felt like a king. I pulled my penis out of her vagina, positioned her in a kneeling position, and forcefully thrust into her from behind. The sensation from behind clearly gave Zhenzhen greater pleasure; she cried out ecstatically. From behind, her full, round buttocks were incredibly alluring. Just a few years ago, she was so thin; it was impossible to imagine she had such potential to grow to this size. I slapped Zhenzhen's buttocks, a blush rising on her fair skin. I teased her as I thrust into her from behind, "What kind of animal do you look like?" Zhenzhen turned to look at me, both shy and wanton, and said, "I'm a little bitch, a little bitch will bite you to death... Ah, so good!" I continued thrusting as she spoke. "How will a little bitch bite me to death?" "I'll bite you to death with my pussy, ah..." My thrusting slowed, eventually stopping at the entrance of her vagina. "Let's see how you bite me to death with your pussy," Zhenzhen, still enjoying the wonderful sensation of sex, was desperate. She thrust her body forward and backward, trying to receive the depth of my large penis, but I didn't give her that chance, at most inserting only the head of my penis. "Give it to me, fuck this bitch's little cunt raw with your big penis, please!" Zhenzhen screamed frantically, desperately craving my wild ravaging of her. As I re-inserted my penis into Zhenzhen's honey pot, I suddenly saw their wedding photo on the wall in front of us. The man seemed to be looking at us with a blissful expression. I was filled with pleasure. I grabbed Zhenzhen's hair and made her look at the large photo in front of her. "You little bitch, look how happy your husband is watching you get fucked!" Zhenzhen was already hysterical, screaming without any guilt: "Let him see! He can go fuck other women, and his wife will be fucked to death and ruined like a bitch." She turned her head, a glint of light flashing in the corner of her eye. My feelings became complicated, indescribable, but this was clearly not the time to savor those feelings. All I could do was frantically thrust and vent everything like a hammer. As I gave Zhenzhen wave after wave of pleasure, she was completely immersed in the ocean of sex. Her cries were devoid of hatred, filled only with sweet affection: "So happy...so joyful, so good...I want to be your bitch, to be fucked by you every day...you can do whatever you want with me." She abandoned all restraint and wholeheartedly threw herself into the act. I could feel a surge of heat surging through my uterus, pounding against my penis. Zhenzhen climaxed, and I could no longer hold back. I lunged forward, slamming her body heavily onto the ground, and thrust in and out dozens more times with frantic, powerful strokes. My large penis was firmly inserted deep into her honeypot, the tip pressed tightly against her clitoris, the hot, thick semen pounding against the walls of her vagina, flooding her uterus. The even more intense pleasure caused her entire body to spasm with ecstasy, and the two of us finally became one.

When I pulled my penis out of Zhenzhen's body, she struggled to get up, catching the semen and her own vaginal fluids flowing from her vagina with her hands, putting them in her mouth, tilting her head back to swallow them completely. After swallowing, she crawled back to my crotch and carefully licked my penis clean. After the passion subsided, she lay in my arms and whispered, "I want to be your woman, completely yours!" I looked into her eyes; there was no madness in them, only deep love.

For the next few days, we stayed together every day, making love wildly—in her bedroom, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the bathroom, even driving to the countryside. She cooperated with me in every position. We bought a lot of sex toys at an adult store, and when we got home, we gave her an enema. When I fully inserted my penis into her anus, she endured the pain and smiled, saying that she had finally given me her last piece of virginity, and she had no regrets in this life. Those few days, whenever my penis got hard, Zhenzhen would let me insert it into one of her three little orifices. When I ejaculated, she would catch every last drop of the semen flowing from her vagina and anus and drink it all.

Finally, I was going back to the south, back to where I lived and worked. That day, she saw me off at the airport, and we were silent for a long time. As I walked through the security checkpoint, I looked back at the beautiful woman standing in the distance. She was still the same as when we first met, her white dress flowing, exuding a mature and serene aura. It felt like this period of time had been a fleeting dream. But the scene from last night was still vividly etched in my mind: under the warm light, she wore the sexy outfit she had bought, a dog collar around her neck, a dog tail inserted into her anus, and a vibrator hidden in her vagina. She was on top of me, giving me oral sex with all her might.

I held the dog leash in one hand and the vibrator controller in the other, leaning back on the sofa, enjoying the service of a top-notch female slave like an emperor.

[Continuing the Past] -- Sequel to "A Dream of Many Years Come True in One Night" Author: laker24 First published on: sexinsex

After returning from Beijing, I resumed my mundane and dull life. I didn't actively contact Zhenzhen, nor did I receive any calls or messages from her. Those days seemed like a beautiful yet absurd dream in our long lives. That sudden, passionate, and intense emotion was like a pebble thrown into a pond, splashing a few ripples, but the waves quickly disappeared. I didn't expect to occupy any important place in her heart. We were both adults; even the most romantic and passionate ideas would be defeated by more realistic and rational thinking. Our brief encounter was already a very satisfactory ending; at least we could both leave beautiful memories of each other.

The sweltering summer quickly passed, but the arrival of autumn didn't mean cooler weather. The cities along the southeast coast were still filled with suffocatingly hot air. Even in the air-conditioned office, I went to work listlessly and listlessly. I haphazardly flipped through the messy technical documents on the table, my mind racing with plans for the evening. My current girlfriend, Xi, works at an accounting firm and has been sent out of town to audit a project. She won't be back for at least two weeks, and I'll be bored back at my place alone. Maybe going out for drinks with some friends at a seaside food stall would be a good option. Just then, my phone buzzed with a new text message. I opened it casually and froze, "I'm at N City Airport. Come pick me up, Zhenzhen!" I said goodbye to my colleagues and hurriedly hailed a taxi to the airport. My mind was in turmoil the whole way; my long-held composure vanished instantly. I didn't know if Zhenzhen had come specifically to see me or was just passing through on a business trip. Her sudden arrival caught me completely off guard. Lost in my chaotic thoughts, I arrived at the airport without realizing it. I called Zhenzhen to find out her location, and a few minutes later, I spotted her in a casual tea bar not far from the exit. When Zhenzhen's familiar smile reappeared before me, I suddenly felt a sense of calm. What's done is done; I'll deal with the future later.

Zhenzhen seemed a little thinner, but she still exuded the charm of a mature woman, and her fair face remained as beautiful as ever. Just as I was carefully observing her, Zhenzhen playfully tapped my forehead, her pretty face feigning anger. "What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me already?" "What are you talking about? Even if I don't recognize myself, I won't forget you," I quickly replied. "Come on, let's go back and talk about it," I said, taking her suitcase with one hand and leading her out with the other. Zhenzhen didn't pull away but followed closely behind. To outsiders, we looked like a happy young couple.

On the way back, Zhenzhen talked about her old high school classmates and marveled at how much N city had changed. To be honest, I wasn't interested in any of these topics, but some things weren't appropriate to say on the street. So, with a belly full of questions, I took her to a hotel near her place and settled her in. After she quickly washed up, it was dinner time. I found a rather unique and quiet restaurant, suitable for both dining and chatting. After ordering, Zhenzhen didn't leave me guessing any longer. She dropped a bombshell, "We're getting a divorce!" I looked up at her; her expression was calm, and her tone was so relaxed, as if she were the one getting a divorce. I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I could only offer some words of comfort: "It takes a hundred lifetimes to share a boat ride, and a thousand lifetimes to share a pillow. Even if you're not getting along right now, there's always a time to reconcile. Why must it end in a fight to the death?" After saying that, I felt incredibly hypocritical. Zhenzhen might have earned half the credit for this divorce, and now I was pretending to be a big shot. As I silently berated myself for being shameless, Zhenzhen shook her head and said,

"We're incompatible, and there's a generation gap in every aspect of our lives. If we don't have a deep affection for each other, this ending is inevitable." Divorce is always a heavy topic, and I didn't want to pry too much into their emotional entanglement, so I asked, "So what are you planning to do now?" "Not sure yet, I'm just getting out to clear my head. We'll talk about the rest later!" Just then, the food arrived, and Zhenzhen ate a few bites and praised it highly. The conversation shifted to other things, and the atmosphere became relaxed and cheerful again.

Although Zhenzhen's expression was natural and her tone was carefree, I could still sense the bitterness and loneliness in her heart. She said she was going out to clear her head, but she came to me first; the meaning was self-evident. Although I knew that what Zhenzhen needed and hoped to hear most at this moment was a promise and care, I simply couldn't say those things immediately. Men are all so fickle; they love what they can't have, but they overthink what they get too easily. To be honest, I'm not sure how deep Zhenzhen's feelings for me are. That passionate period was mostly driven by her desire for revenge. Even if she's deeply in love with me now, I can't guarantee that those feelings can withstand material temptations. After all, her life now is much better than what I can offer her right now. Besides, I still have a girlfriend. Even if she's not as well-off as Zhenzhen, we've been together for two years, and I can't and shouldn't just abandon her. For a moment, I was torn.

With something on my mind, I lost my appetite, and dinner tasted like cardboard. After dinner, Zhenzhen was in high spirits and wanted to visit my "tiny apartment." Speaking of which, I'm quite depressed. I'm not as lucky as Zhenzhen, who had a car and a house after working for a few years. I didn't have much savings when I graduated, and my company provided accommodation, so I never even considered buying a house. Now that housing prices have skyrocketed in recent years, I'm powerless to do so, and I can only continue living in the dormitory, working hard to save money and becoming a mortgage slave. A bachelor's room is naturally not exactly spotless, but thankfully I tidy up a bit sometimes, so smelly socks and dirty underwear aren't scattered everywhere. Zhenzhen smiled and looked around my room, while I followed behind her nervously, like a lackey awaiting an inspection. Suddenly, Zhenzhen picked up a few photos from the computer desk and examined them closely. I had a bad feeling; these were photos of me and my girlfriend, embracing and smiling brightly. Zhenzhen complimented the photos, saying they were great, a perfect match. I secretly observed her expression; it was completely natural, neither annoyed nor angry. Women are natural actors in these situations, and I started to wonder how much sincerity was in her words. Zhenzhen knew I had a girlfriend, but we rarely talked about it. But when it came down to it, I still felt uneasy, a guilty feeling of having two-timing welling up inside me.

The awkward atmosphere made us both restless. After looking at the photos for a while, Zhenzhen said she wanted to go back to the hotel to rest early.

Closing the hotel door brought an immediate silence to the world. Facing each other, we could hear each other's heartbeats. In the dim light, Zhenzhen looked a little tired; her daytime facade had crumbled, revealing a weakened state. This sight made me feel uneasy too. Just as I was about to flee, Zhenzhen said softly, "I want to go home. Can you come with me?" She wasn't referring to her home in Beijing, but to our hometown. But hadn't she said she wanted to travel and relax? Why did she suddenly want to go back? I looked at her in surprise. Zhenzhen looked up at me, and I saw weakness in her eyes. Yes, what place could be more suitable for healing the wounds of the heart than home? For a moment, I forgot to answer her. Zhenzhen's eyes slowly dimmed; the flame of hope in her heart was slowly dying out.

I finally couldn't suppress my feigned calm. All my hesitation and anxieties vanished, and I said firmly, "Okay." As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a wave

of relief, while Zhenzhen threw herself into my arms, instantly soaking my chest with tears. I lay on the bed, Zhenzhen nestled in my arms, letting her pour out her emotions. I listened quietly to her sobs and her story. At that moment, a good listener was the best therapist; only by releasing all her pent-up grievances and pain could she truly emerge from the shadow of her wounds. After a long while, Zhenzhen's sobs subsided, and I looked down to find she had unknowingly fallen asleep. Looking at her peaceful and serene sleeping face, I felt a sense of relief. I don't know if we were two moths drawn to a flame, but I know that at least in that moment, we had no regrets.

Fortunately, I didn't have any urgent projects on hand recently, and I had also accumulated a bunch of annual leave and family visit leave. The next day when I went to work, my department head readily approved more than twenty days of leave for me. After spending a day sightseeing in the city with Zhenzhen, I boarded the train home. It's the off-season for passenger transport now, so I easily bought two soft sleeper tickets. The train's departure and arrival times were perfect; it departed in the evening and would be home in about ten hours, which would be perfect for a good night's sleep.

After boarding, I busied myself putting away my luggage, exchanging my berth card and registering my ID with the attendant, and then washing some fruit. Although the train's air conditioning was on full blast, I was still sweating profusely from all the work. When I returned to my berth, I found that the four-person compartment was still only occupied by Zhenzhen and me. It seemed either empty or reserved for passengers at the next few stops.

Zhenzhen was lying on the lower bunk, flipping through a magazine she'd bought before boarding the train. Her elbows were propped across her chest, her hands supporting her long, slender, white neck. Her flat back slid down, outlining a breathtaking curve with her slender waist and full hips. Her two delicate legs were hooked back, swinging cutely and playfully.

Seeing this beautiful sight, I suddenly felt a burning desire, a fire raging within me. I locked the train door behind me and impatiently pounced on her beautiful body. I pressed myself against Zhenzhen's back, my hands reaching to her breasts, grasping and kneading her full breasts. Startled by the attack, Zhenzhen turned her head and, seeing me behind her, stopped struggling and instead leaned in to kiss my lips. After several months, when I tasted Zhenzhen's smooth, fragrant tongue and full, soft breasts again, my desire surged uncontrollably. We ignited like dry tinder, instantly burning brightly. Zhenzhen was just as passionate as I was. Even though she struggled to tilt her head back, she wouldn't leave me for a second. The kiss lasted until neither of us could continue. Zhenzhen lay on the bed, breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, her eyes brimming with desire. I, of course, wasn't idle either. My hands roamed over Zhenzhen's body, re-exploring this familiar yet unfamiliar land.

The train was cramped; even in a soft sleeper berth, it was very uncomfortable for two people. Kneeling on the bed, I was constantly worried that I would bump my head on the upper bunk if I looked up, which would undoubtedly be a problem for the passionate battle that was about to begin. Looking around, I had an idea. I got up from the bed, pulled Zhenzhen up, and stood between the two berths. After she put on her high heels, I had her bend over and place her hands on the small table extending from the train carriage. Zhenzhen was already lost in passion and obediently assumed a bent-over, legs-spread position. Today, Zhenzhen was wearing a beige blouse, both dignified and beautiful; underneath, a light blue knee-length suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings encasing her slender, long legs, and a pair of exquisite, elegant high heels. This outfit was generous and elegant, perfectly complementing Zhenzhen's own crisp and capable temperament. However, her ambiguous posture at this moment accentuated her professional demeanor with a seductive allure, especially her round, high buttocks, which made the otherwise well-fitting skirt seem about to tear at any moment. This allure made my lower body throb with desire. I pulled down Zhenzhen's skirt, revealing not the provocative lace panties I had imagined, but a pair of seemingly ladylike white cotton panties, slightly conservative in style. However, these ladylike panties couldn't contain the mature woman's full buttocks, and the exposed snow-white skin made my eyes dazzle. I had no time to savor these tempting sights any longer and pulled them down to Zhenzhen's knees. Although this mysterious place held no secrets from me, I was still thrilled to see her again. My restless penis kept reminding me of how wonderful it was inside. From behind, Zhenzhen's vulva was still as pink and tender as a young girl's, her thin labia unable to conceal the pink flesh of her vaginal cavity. Her vulva opened and closed, and her delicate anus contracted as well.

I quickly pulled off my pants, my penis springing up impatiently as soon as it was freed from the confinement of my underwear. I touched between Zhenzhen's legs; my hand was slippery, indicating that Zhenzhen was ready. I guided my penis to the entrance of her vulva and slowly squeezed it in. Zhenzhen let out a soft moan from deep within her throat, filled with indescribable satisfaction. I tentatively thrust in and out a few times, and once Zhenzhen had adjusted to the size of my penis, I thrust it deep into her vulva. Zhenzhen trembled, her vulva contracting from the inside out, allowing me to truly feel its amazing elasticity. My penis felt like it was being bitten by a tiny mouth; the glans was tingling and numb. I quickly moved to resist the overwhelming pleasure. After a few thrusts, Zhenzhen's moans of "Ahhh..." filled the air. While I wanted excitement in our lovemaking, I didn't want to go so far as to make it known to everyone. The thin partition in the train sleeper compartment probably wouldn't be able to block out Zhenzhen's moans, and the thought made me uneasy. Zhenzhen was currently experiencing intense pleasure, and it wouldn't be easy for her to control herself. In a moment of inspiration, I stopped, pulled out my penis, and took off the cotton panties hanging on Zhenzhen's knees. Zhenzhen didn't know why I pulled my penis out of her vagina. She turned back and looked at me with a mournful expression, pleading, "I want it, give it to me quickly..." I crumpled the panties into a ball and took the opportunity to stuff them into her mouth, while my penis plunged back into the depths of her vagina. Zhenzhen bit her panties and whimpered, whether in protest or encouragement, I couldn't tell.

This trick worked perfectly; Zhenzhen's moans lessened considerably, and I was no longer worried, so I focused on penetrating her from behind. The rear-entry position is inherently one that allows women to experience the most pleasure, and in this environment, Zhenzhen's pleasure surged like a tidal wave. Her back was almost pressed against the table, her head shaking frantically, while her buttocks were raised even higher. From my perspective, not only could my penis experience the suction of her deep vagina, but the exquisite feel of my hands kneading her snowy buttocks and the lewd sight of Zhenzhen's engorged labia constantly opening and closing was equally exhilarating, making me feel like I was flying to heaven.

Hundreds of rapid thrusts brought waves of pleasure, but this position was also exhausting. Zhenzhen's entire body went limp, her upper body pressed against the table, while I, panting heavily, slowed down to prepare for the next round of attacks. Listening to the rumbling of the train, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I reached out and pulled Zhenzhen up, unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled her bra up to her waist, causing her two jade-like breasts to bounce freely. Next, I pulled back the curtains and slightly raised the lower sliding window. Without the curtains, the compartment was much brighter, and the sounds of the train wheels on the tracks and the wind seeping in through the window cracks made the compartment noisy, as if we had stepped out of our private world. The wind blew, and the pleasure in Zhenzhen's mind subsided slightly, making her more alert. I felt her body tremble as if she wanted to break free. I quickly grabbed her breasts and resumed my assault. Zhenzhen looked back at me, making soft moans, and a few glistening drops of saliva seeped from her mouth and underwear onto the table. Although I knew no one could see inside the rushing train, the thrill excited me immensely, and my thrusts became even more powerful. Zhenzhen was probably the same; the whimpering sounds from her mouth couldn't be contained even by her underwear. Her vagina kept contracting and tightening. Suddenly, she trembled all over, and the hot glans of my penis, which was inserted deep into her vagina, was washed and drenched by a stream of nectar gushing from her flower. I felt so good that my scalp tingled. I knew I was about to ejaculate. I suppressed the pleasure and quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina. Without needing to say anything, Zhenzhen understood what I meant. She quickly turned around and squatted down, holding my penis, spitting out her underwear soaked with saliva, and opening her mouth wide to receive my ejaculation. When my penis was in Zhenzhen's mouth, I could no longer hold back. A torrent of fluid gushed from my lower abdomen and shot powerfully into Zhenzhen's mouth. This time, the ejaculation was incredibly satisfying. Although Zhenzhen tried her best to swallow, some thick white semen still dripped down the corners of her mouth. Zhenzhen drank every last drop, then took the still-erect penis into her mouth and licked it clean from head to toe.

Zhenzhen's eyes were alluring, and her expression of both shame and annoyance ignited my desire. Just as I was about to go again, an announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Passengers, please note that the next station is xxx. Passengers disembarking, please prepare to proceed." I quickly closed the windows and drew the curtains. Zhenzhen, ignoring her exhaustion, wiped her genitals clean with a tissue. Her underwear was soaked and she couldn't put it back on, so she hurriedly buttoned up her clothes and tidied herself up. By the time we were all ready, the train was about to pull into the station. A newly boarded couple seemed oblivious to anything amiss in the compartment. Taking advantage of their inattention, I grinned at Zhenzhen. Zhenzhen glared at me fiercely, but a mischievous smile couldn't be hidden on her face.

We got off the train around noon the next day. Zhenzhen and I hadn't been home in a long time, and suddenly stepping from the monotonous tranquility of the train into the bustling station square, hearing the familiar local accents but seeing only unfamiliar scenery, felt like stepping into another world. Zhenzhen was rather quiet after getting off the train, perhaps out of a sense of homesickness. I walked her to her doorstep and then went home myself.

I hadn't told my family I was coming home, and after my parents' initial joy at my sudden arrival, they launched into a tirade of complaints. Being home felt wonderful, enveloped in the warmth of family. However, my mother kept nagging about how things were going with my girlfriend, then criticized me for bringing her home alone.

I had brought my girlfriend home before, and my mother had a good impression of her; ever since, every time she called, she urged us to buy a house and get married. I didn't dare tell my parents about Zhenzhen; they were very traditional and old-fashioned. If they knew I was giving up my perfectly good girlfriend to get entangled with a married woman, they might kick me out of the house immediately. Thinking about all this gave me a headache again. The moth drawn to the flame is certainly magnificent, but the pain it suffers after being burned is equally unforgettable.

After staying home for a few days, Zhenzhen called, saying she wanted to go out for a walk. I borrowed a car from a friend and picked her up from her doorstep. Zhenzhen didn't have her usual cheerful expression; it seemed her family was putting considerable pressure on her regarding her marriage. I didn't ask her where she wanted to go, but just drove aimlessly around the city, casually turning on some light music. Zhenzhen listened quietly beside me, her beautiful face filled with confusion. After a while, she sighed, "Let's go to Wuqing Mountain to watch the sunrise!"

Wuqing Mountain is the highest mountain in our city, over 1,000 meters above sea level. The scenery is beautiful, with temples and Taoist monasteries, but it's too remote and not very famous. I only visited once a few years ago. We arrived in the afternoon, took the cable car up, and stayed overnight at a hotel on the mountaintop, so we could get up early the next morning to watch the sunrise. The sunrise on Wuqing Mountain is around 6:00 AM, and there's a special sunrise viewing platform at the summit. It was the off-season, so even fewer people were up early to watch the sunrise; it was just Zhenzhen and me on the small platform. In the slightly chilly mountain breeze, we huddled together, feeling the profound stillness of the world. Before the platform, white mist swirled and changed shapes, and the distant horizon resembled a piece of dyed cloth, gradually changing color. Suddenly, a bright red sun leaped from the sky, radiating a soft glow. The entire earth awoke in the morning light, and the lush greenery of the valleys revealed itself through the mist. We were no longer cold, and the surroundings suddenly felt vibrant.

I looked down at Zhenzhen's face, flushed with the rosy glow of the sunrise; all the dust of the world seemed to have been washed away, and she radiated a captivating beauty once more. I forgot all my worries; my mind and eyes were filled with endless beauty and joy. I whispered in Zhenzhen's ear, "I love you!" Zhenzhen trembled upon hearing this, and when she looked up at me, her eyes glistened with tears. This was the first time I had told her I loved her since we met again. This simple word often lingered in my heart, something I wanted to say but found difficult to utter. Zhenzhen wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me tightly. After saying those words, I felt a sense of relief and returned her passionate kiss. There was no skill or excessive passion; we simply embraced and kissed, bathed in the morning sunlight, our hearts open to the world. I felt as if we had returned to the time of our first love, our feelings pure and innocent.

After watching the sunrise, we explored the temples and monasteries on the mountain. Zhenzhen seemed to have overcome her inner turmoil, laughing and chatting all the way. Instead of taking the cable car down, we visited all the attractions from top to bottom. When we arrived at the hotel in the afternoon, we were exhausted and sleepy. We ate something simple, found a hotel, and went straight to sleep.

I was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of running water. Zhenzhen, who had been sleeping beside me, was nowhere to be seen; she must have been showering in the bathroom. Unable to fall back asleep, I turned on the TV and leaned against the headboard to watch. A short while later, Zhenzhen emerged wrapped in a towel. The sight of a beautiful woman emerging from the bath was an irresistible temptation, especially one as alluring as Zhenzhen. My penis instantly hardened, creating a small tent in my underwear and under the blanket. Zhenzhen, head turned to the side, dried her hair. Noticing my unusual behavior, a playful smile played on her lips. Her small, moist lips reminded me of her bold, explicit moans in bed. I quickly pulled down my underwear, and my engorged penis stood menacingly erect before her.

Zhenzhen untied her bathrobe, revealing her jade-like body, and climbed onto the bed between my legs. She grasped my penis with her long, slender, white hands, gave me a seductive smile, and lowered her head to suckle the glans. Zhenzhen's oral skills were truly exceptional, flawless from every angle, and she was earnest, proactive, and attentive. She was naturally intelligent and quickly grasped a man's sensitivities. Coupled with her wholehearted dedication, her small mouth and tongue provided exceptional pleasure to my glans, shaft, and testicles. The pleasure from her mouth was no less than that from my vagina. Seeing Zhenzhen's tireless efforts, I was incredibly excited and moved, and decided to reciprocate. I turned and lay on my side, burying my head in Zhenzhen's lush, fragrant bed. Seeing Zhenzhen's vulva up close was a different experience altogether. Beneath the curled, dark pubic hair, her vulva was clean, without any unpleasant odor. The labia weren't stained with dark pigment, and her pink clitoris shone with a seductive glow. As soon as I probed her opening with my tongue, Zhenzhen convulsed uncontrollably; she was clearly deeply aroused and extremely sensitive. I rarely performed oral sex on women before, and my technique was quite clumsy. The moment I gently bit her labia, Zhenzhen's soft body convulsed, and she cried out, "No, no!" I ignored her and continued to attack her clitoris. Suddenly, I felt a chill in my anus; Zhenzhen had launched a counterattack, probing deep into my anus with her tongue. The unusual stimulation sent waves of pleasure through me, every pore on my body feeling comfortable. After

a while of licking and biting, Zhenzhen gave in. She suddenly broke free of my grasp, pushed me down onto my back, squatted on top of me, and, holding my penis with both hands, sat heavily on her vulva. My penis pressed against her tender flesh and shoved in hard. Zhenzhen cried out incoherently, "So good...so full...it's bursting..." I enjoyed the tight and elastic feeling of her honey hole and teased, "Where does it feel good? Where did it burst?" Zhenzhen gasped, "It feels so good, it's...it feels so good...my uterus is bursting." I grabbed Zhenzhen's pair of snow-white breasts that were heaving up and down and kneaded them hard. "Do you like your uterus being bursting?" Zhenzhen nodded desperately, "I...I like it, I like being fucked by you..." Zhenzhen kept lifting her hips and swaying her waist, emitting beautiful moans, "Big cock...it's stretching my pussy to bursting..."

Zhenzhen was absolutely a treasure in bed. Not only would she cooperate with any position, but she also moaned without reservation. The thought of her usually dignified and elegant demeanor, yet shamelessly uttering vulgar and obscene words when aroused, was incredibly stimulating and pleasurable to me. Her submissiveness and obsequiousness also gave me a humiliating pleasure. I had a desire to make her my sex slave beneath me.

I rolled her over, regaining control, and thrust my hips forward with lightning speed. Zhenzhen wrapped her legs around my waist, moaning even more intensely, "Good, so good... I'm going to be fucked to death." As I thrust all the way in, I pinched her nipples, "How about I fuck you to death?" Zhenzhen shook her head wildly, "No, it feels so good, your big cock is so amazing..." I thrust in fiercely again, "Do you want it or not?" "Yes... I want it, I'm yours, you can fuck me to death if you want." With each crisp "slap, slap" sound, Zhenzhen was completely lost in ecstasy. Her beautiful, snow-white body moaning beneath me filled me with excitement, but the thought that this body had been beneath other men like this made me feel a pang of jealousy. "I'll fuck you to death, you little slut, so you won't get fucked by others later..." "I'm your little slut... my little cunt is only for you to fuck..." Zhenzhen

hugged my back tightly. I pretended to be angry and said, "Still dare to be stubborn. Tell me how many people have fucked you." Zhenzhen reacted intensely, her waist and hips rising to meet the thrusting of my penis. She said anxiously, "I have been fucked by others, but I'm not a slut..." "Then will you still let others fuck you in the future..." Zhenzhen answered without hesitation, "I will only let you fuck me in the future. My little cunt is yours, everything is yours..." Someone once said that a perfect woman should be able to grace the living room and cook in the kitchen, a noblewoman in ordinary times and a slut in bed.

Zhenzhen was perfect in every way. She was knowledgeable, educated, beautiful, and had great poise. In bed, her wantonness was equally impressive. When I encouraged her lewd words with my actions, Zhenzhen completely abandoned her self-respect. Her usually melodious and magnetic voice became hoarse and deep, like a female beast, screaming wildly, "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me hard with your big cock...I'm your slut...whore...I'm your bitch..."

We had been in this missionary position for over ten minutes, and we wanted to try something new. Hearing this, I pulled out my penis and ordered, "Get down." Soon, Zhenzhen knelt in front of me in a graceful position. From behind, her smooth back and wasp waist and round buttocks formed a perfect curve. It was truly a masterpiece of creation, I marveled. Zhenzhen eagerly shook her buttocks, twisting her head and pleading plaintively, "Come and fuck me!" Her wanton appearance gave me immense pleasure. I slapped her snow-white buttocks hard, "What a slutty little bitch!" I thrust my hips forward, my hard penis plunging heavily into her honeypot. Zhenzhen showed a satisfied expression, biting her lip lightly, and moaned from deep in her throat, "Even if I'm a bitch, I'm still your bitch, I'll be your bitch for life..." After more than ten thrusts, Zhenzhen's body became increasingly wet, but the elasticity of her honeypot remained unchanged. I enjoyed the pleasure of this mysterious and charming body while squinting at the lewd scene of the two of us having sex in the large mirror opposite the bed. In the dim light, Zhenzhen propped herself up on her pink arms, raised her neck, her eyes slightly closed, her face showing an expression of both discomfort and pleasure. Two jade-bowl-like breasts hung in front of her prone body, swaying incessantly with my thrusts.

I struggled to endure the overwhelming pleasure, thrusting in and out like a mad bull, making Zhenzhen whimper. Her disheveled hair was soaked with sweat, her arms could no longer support her weight, and her two jade-like breasts were flattened like two large pancakes under the pressure of her body. I held her slender waist, feeling her pinkish-red body go limp like mud, wave after wave of orgasms draining all her strength. I also reached my limit, my semen shooting into her uterus like bullets. We lay on the bed, holding Zhenzhen, breathing heavily.

Her vaginal fluid and semen quickly clung together between our genitals, and the half-dry sweat on our bodies made us feel very uncomfortable. After resting for a while, Zhenzhen and I went to the bathroom to shower and clean ourselves. When the warm water and foam washed away the grime, I felt refreshed again. As Zhenzhen bent over to dry herself, her two snowy buttocks swayed in front of me, igniting my burning desire. Suddenly, I remembered that I hadn't yet explored Zhenzhen's other mysterious cave for so many days. As a pioneer, I should be constantly nourishing it. I wrapped one arm around Zhenzhen's slender waist, and with the other hand, I slipped my index finger into her anus, gently circling it. Zhenzhen's body heated up, and a look of anticipation appeared on her face. She willingly lay prone on the edge of the bathtub, her legs spread wide, her buttocks raised high.

Zhenzhen's anus was also beautiful, a light brown color radiating outwards. I had Zhenzhen spread her buttocks apart with her hands, then poured some shower gel on it, and slipped my index finger inside along the slippery liquid. I had explored her anus before, and although it hadn't been there for months, it wasn't too difficult to enter again. I patiently expanded the capacity of her anus, from one finger to two, while also carefully cleaning it with warm water. Soon, her sphincter muscles softened. Seeing that the time was almost right, I positioned my penis at the slightly parted opening and slowly pushed it in. As soon as it went in, I felt a strong contraction, like being gripped by a powerful rubber band, making me grimace with pleasure. I pushed in slowly and laboriously, and by the time my penis was fully inside her rectum, we were both covered in sweat.

Zhenzhen's anus was also a sensitive spot, and she soon began to experience pleasure. Hearing her moans of pleasure aroused me as well. I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her plump buttocks twice with the other, leaving two handprints on her snow-white flesh. "So good, so good..." Zhenzhen cried out wildly. "Looks like you really are a slut, getting fucked in the ass and still enjoying it like this." I felt a violent pleasure. "I am your slut... your most despicable whore... my cunt is yours, my asshole is yours too... my asshole is so hot... so good!" Under my fierce thrusting, Zhenzhen was almost going crazy, and at this moment I just wanted to release all my desires. I don't know how long I thrust, but my mind cleared up a little. I felt a pang of heartache when I saw a red mark on Zhenzhen's chest from pressing against the edge of the bathtub, so I moved the battlefield to the bed.

I knelt on the bed, Zhenzhen's two long, shapely legs bent upwards, my penis thrusting in and out of her anus. After a while, her vagina began to trickle with lustful fluid, indicating she also needed the comfort of a penis. I took a condom, put Zhenzhen's small phone in conference mode, tied a knot to seal it, and then inserted this homemade vibrator into her vagina. The sensation of being attacked from both ends was indeed extraordinary; Zhenzhen instantly reached orgasm. When I dialed her number with my own phone, the constant vibration of the phone inside her vagina made Zhenzhen feel incredibly good.

My penis also endured intense stimulation through the membrane, which was similar to the legendary threesome. After a while, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my thick semen shot deep into her rectum. Zhenzhen's tight intestines contracted in waves, eventually squeezing out my limp penis. The intense lovemaking exhausted us both, and without even washing up, I held her and fell asleep contentedly.

In the following days, I took Zhenzhen to explore the mountains and rivers of our hometown. We were like lovers in our first love, completely immersed in this passionate relationship. But even the most beautiful fairy tales have an end. When we had to return to reality, an invisible weight pressed down on our hearts again. I drove silently, lost in thought. Could I bear the reproachful looks from my parents? Could I bear to break my girlfriend's heart?

I glanced at Zhenzhen, who was feigning sleep beside me. Could she truly give up everything in Beijing? Could she withstand the pressure from her family?

I suddenly remembered some lyrics I'd heard before: "Our yesterday was too short to wait for eternity, our tomorrow is too far to exchange for a happy life together..."

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