Semen fed to girls

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Turning around suddenly, a familiar face and slender figure appeared before me—it was her! A lemon-yellow short top paired with a dark floral long skirt, still graceful and elegant, her breasts prominent, her figure captivating, her smile charming, like a light cloud drifting in. Thinking of the semen I'd just ejaculated into the camera film canister, I felt uneasy, anxious, and yearning; a plan had already formed in my mind.

Separated by a wall, two worlds existed. It turned out we were both waiting for each other inside and outside the shop. Finally, she grew impatient and came out. She complained about why I hadn't gone inside, while I scolded her for not coming out to look. However, during our wait, our hearts were secretly wondering why the other was so late, if something had happened. I, being straightforward, blurted out the secret: perhaps it was because there was a wall between us, preventing us from feeling that unspoken connection—that unspoken understanding!

Yes, after all, we haven't had that unrestrained, heartfelt communication for years, nor that casual, intimate banter. Only a few words remain, and perhaps the tacit understanding and spiritual enjoyment of the past are long gone. Because we've gone our separate ways, each with our own husbands, wives, and children.

Perhaps she's secretly ashamed for returning the pornographic items I lent her; perhaps she's trying to prolong the time so we can talk alone, undisturbed, without worrying about being discovered; perhaps she thinks I really will go in and peek, as she expects! —Perhaps none of this is true, perhaps it's just my speculation, my daydreaming, and my infatuation, and she hasn't thought anything of it at all.

For years, I've still constantly hoped that one day we could fulfill our shared interests: to write together, wielding powerful pens; to sing and chant, sharing beautiful music; to read together, writing about life's stories; to enjoy passionate lovemaking, spending wonderful moments together; to face life with a smile, creating a future together as a talented couple! However, the shackles of reality shattered my unrequited dream, leaving me only with the hope of a harmonious and joyful union in the next life!

Is it true that what is meant to be yours will be yours, and what is not meant to be yours will remain forever? It is said that those who share similar interests may not be compatible, while those with conflicting interests may still stay together. In matters of fate, it is said that only with affinity can there be destiny, and even with affinity, destiny is not guaranteed; and even with destiny, affinity is unnecessary. I can only lament the vicissitudes of fate, which led me to meet her, yet I could not have destiny, and our relationship ended tragically!

How ironic! She had cleverly teased me, forgetting in her haste to bring the top-tier sex tape I had lent her, leaving us both waiting in vain! This, however, gave me a chance to meet again, a chance to relive a beautiful dream.

Naturally, upon meeting, in the evening, I routinely invited her to dinner. She was polite but did not refuse. So, I invited her to a nearby hotel and we ate in a small private room. We drank tea, ordered food, and ate—everything proceeded according to plan. Of course, to create a romantic atmosphere for just the two of us, I ordered two bottles of Tsingtao beer.

During the meal, we clinked glasses, drank together, and talked about our families, marriages, and work. Of course, the conversation inevitably turned to her husband. Through her sorrowful narration, I learned that she had never loved her husband. It was after our breakup, when she was emotionally distressed, that her boyfriend (now her husband) forced her into sexual intercourse. She was a conservative woman; she had given her virginity to this man, and so she accepted it—a lifelong commitment, without much further thought.

However, in my eyes, we had once been lovers on the verge of a relationship, and naturally, I still harbored that old affection for her. And in my presence, her withered face gradually revealed a girlish blush and exuberance, as if we had returned to the carefree days of singing duets, painting, going on outings, taking photos, and creating literature together!

I deliberately moved my chair closer to her. My drunken, unrestrained nature and lustful desires ignited my passion. I used my own experiences of marital sex to entice and tease her, trying to elicit her descriptions of her sexual performance. It was a classic case of "throwing a brick to get a jade," I suppose!

She, reeking of alcohol, vividly recounted the bleeding and discomfort she experienced when she first lost her virginity, going on to describe the details of her later sexual encounters with her husband, even their positions and postures! As she spoke, my groin swelled rapidly; the urge to urinate was intense, and I felt a wicked glint of lust in my eyes! I really wanted to devour her!

At this critical juncture, she abruptly stopped, pulled out tissues from her purse, and hurriedly stood up.

She needed to use the restroom! Presumably, the beer had made her bladder unbearable, and she needed to relieve herself! This was exactly what I had intended!

Seeing this opportune moment, I quickly pulled out and opened the Kodak film canister I had prepared, and secretly poured the semen I had collected an hour earlier into her teacup and beer glass. To prevent her from noticing, I even stirred it in her glass with chopsticks. I also unzipped my pants, plucked a few pubic hairs, and stuffed them into her small bag.

A few minutes later, she returned, seemingly having urinated, and appeared much more relaxed. She immediately took a sip of tea, let out a long sigh, and said, "This tea is so sweet and fragrant! I didn't even notice anything special before!" Hearing this, I chuckled inwardly, feeling both nervous and excited. I was afraid she would discover something was amiss, but delighted that she was enjoying my semen!

I could only say, "I've had this tea many times; it's sweet, mellow, and very flavorful, which is why I recommended it to you!"

She still praised the tea highly! I asked her, "Have you ever tasted your husband's semen?" She replied haughtily, "I'm disgusted by semen. Even if my husband ejaculates inside my vagina, I still feel uncomfortable and it's not hygienic!" I laughed and replied, "If he doesn't ejaculate inside you, how can you have children?"

Then, I brought up the topic again, mentioning how she achieves orgasm. She was very dissatisfied with her husband, saying, "These past few years, I've had far too few orgasms. Sometimes, my husband only cares about penetration, and I don't feel anything for him. I've only managed to orgasm a few times through masturbation."

Hearing this, I got an erection again. My zipper wasn't zipped up, and my tight underwear was making my penis feel uncomfortable. Taking advantage of her inattention, I pulled down my pants and pulled out my hard penis, the glans facing the beautiful young woman in front of me, her face flushed and slightly tipsy! I covered myself with one hand and started stroking it with the other!

Then I noticed that her low-cut dress neckline had sagged, revealing her cleavage beneath her previously concealed red bra, and half of her breast was exposed. Seeing my confidante, her beauty just beginning to show, and our hearts in perfect harmony as we discussed intimate matters of the bedroom, my little brother regained his strength, ejaculating a second time an hour later! Worried

about being discovered in the bustling restaurant, and afraid my old flame would find me lewd, I never dared to take her hand and masturbate her! But I discovered my scheme had worked; in her drunken state, she hadn't noticed my secret under the table, nor that my semen was being ejaculated onto her calves!

Beer, for me, didn't make me drunk at all, but for her, it had quite an effect. Watching her drink that cloudy beer stained with my semen, I couldn't help but beam with joy. Before me was only a white-collar woman savoring my semen! An unprecedented sense of satisfaction, sadism, possession, and conquest surged through my brain!

Although I didn't ejaculate in her vagina, and her man didn't manage to get her to swallow my semen, I unknowingly managed to get her sexy, beautiful mouth swallow my semen!

When will I be able to fill her vagina with my semen? That would truly be having both mouths sucking my semen, that would be perfect!

Longing is bittersweet, meetings are fleeting. I eagerly awaited the appearance of the person I longed to see. Although it was only a short hour, it was so beautiful and exciting. That ejaculation, like a secret affair, even though it was just self-gratification, gave me so much imagination and anticipation!

Feeling sexually satisfied, I suddenly felt a sense of loss and began to look forward to our next date… [End of text

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