[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples (Complete) - 9

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( Twenty - one )

********** ... The image stabilized, and I saw he was about forty years old, with a square face, a hooked nose, and thin lips that spoke with a slight northern accent. "Aren't you wearing sunglasses too?" I replied, squeezing Jing's waist and abdomen with my hand, and whispered, "Say hello to Brother Qiang." Jing shook her head but didn't speak. I could only smile at him and say, "My wife is shy and doesn't dare to speak." He smiled and said, "That's normal. Where were you guys playing just now? Keep going! Let me see." After talking to him for a while, my lower body was already soft, so I pulled Jing's hand down and took the opportunity to climb up her breast with my left hand. Jing seemed uncomfortable with him seeing me touch her, and tried to block me with her arm, but couldn't stop me. After I took her left breast, she gasped for breath, and her right hand mechanically stroked my testicles. Seeing the focused look on the screen as the instructor watched us, I felt a surge of excitement. My right hand reached up and grasped Jing's testicles, kneading them through her clothes . Jing breathed softly, but didn't open her eyes. After a while, I said gently, "Take off your shirt." Before she could respond, my hands had already lifted the hem of her shirt. Jing was dazed, only raising her arms to cooperate when I pulled her shirt down to her armpits. She was wearing a black lace bra today, the back clasp of which I had unhooked during our earlier flirting. With that, her chest was immediately exposed, and I could see clearly through the small window. I wondered how smooth the feed was for the instructor's camera, or how much he saw. He seemed a little nervous, his face almost touching the camera, murmuring, "Mmm...beautiful..." At that moment, Jing was half-naked, with only a half-undone bra loosely draped over her shoulders. She looked incredibly shy, one hand covering the cups to prevent them from falling down, which only accentuated the deep cleavage. Seeing her staring intently at herself in the small window, her arms seemingly adjusting their position to best shape her breasts, I thought she might be doing it on purpose. A surge of jealousy, mixed with burning desire, made my lower body rise. I whispered in Jing's ear, in a voice only she could hear, "You slut, do you like letting Qiang-ge see your cleavage?" Jing hummed in response, grasping my glans with one hand and wedging the shaft between her labia, wiggling it. Her lower body was already soaked. I felt her small hand constantly squeezing and kneading the sensitive area below my glans, while my shaft rubbed back and forth against the layers of tender flesh on her lower body, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me. I couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused and said, "Put it in." My voice involuntarily rose a few notches. Jing supported my thigh with one hand, slightly raised herself up, aligned the glans with her lower body, and slowly sat down. We both groaned simultaneously from the feeling of fullness. The trainer clearly heard me, but the camera angle prevented him from seeing our genitals. Jing's bra was almost falling off, and he seemed impatient, finally speaking, "Brother, let me see your wife's body." Hearing him ask this, completely disregarding her will and treating her like a sex toy, Jing involuntarily let out a soft "hmm," her vagina contracting several times, sending a wave of pleasure through me. My heart was filled with mixed emotions: 'Why should I listen to you, let you see my wife naked…' 'I'm really going to expose her to a strange man…' The instinctive resistance to another man humiliating his fiancée, mixed with the long-awaited, strange stimulation, made me both excited and anxious. But the situation didn't allow for much hesitation; my trembling hands reached for Jing's shoulders, and with a soft sigh, I removed the last covering from her perfect breasts. As soon as her hands emerged from her bra straps, Jing instinctively covered her nipples with her palms, but her small hands couldn't conceal the exquisite roundness of her breasts; the undulating, lustrous peaks were already fully visible to the man on the other end of the network. "Hmm, really beautiful, bigger than I imagined, and very round," the trainer said with a smile and an appreciative tone. "Little Jing, come here, let me see your nipples." Just hearing him order Jing like that almost made my nose bleed. Jing bit her lower lip, trembling slightly, hesitating. Under her hands, I could see two rosy nipples, erect and aroused. "Brother, tell your wife you like her to expose her nipples to me," the trainer demanded naturally. Being asked this by another man always made me feel humiliated and resistant, yet there was also a hidden thrill. “Wife…” I said hoarsely, my throat dry, “Show him! I like it.” Hearing this, Jing seemed to lose all strength; her hands went limp, and her neck tilted back, leaning against my shoulder. At that moment, in the camera lens, her breathtakingly beautiful breasts, from her collarbone down, were completely captivating. My lower body involuntarily twitched a few times, causing a tremor in Jing's vagina. “Hmm… small areolas, but the nipples are so high; it seems your wife is already very excited.” The trainer's tone, calm yet laced with a hint of cunning, said, “Brother, it’s a waste for you to see your wife’s beautiful breasts all by yourself. Have you ever shown them to anyone else before?” Jing let out a barely audible moan, seemingly finding the trainer's words somewhat offensive, yet they also gave her a strange psychological stimulation. Besides me, only Xiaofeng and the trainer had ever seen Jing's breasts. I hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but speak up, "Well, another man saw it too." Jing's body trembled, and she turned her head slightly, looking at me nervously. I chuckled and squeezed her hand to indicate that everything was alright. The trainer pressed on, "Oh? Was it also for her online friends to see?" I thought I couldn't very well tell her cousin that it was for her, so I made up a story, "Yeah." As I spoke, my hands unconsciously grasped Jing's breasts. "Tell me about it." The trainer was clearly very interested. "I only sent the photos, I didn't let him see them on video." This was the truth. "What did he say?" "He said he had never seen such beautiful breasts." I thought to myself, although Xiao Feng was flattering me when he said that, it might not be entirely untrue. "Yeah, Jing's breasts are indeed beautiful." The trainer said in an admiring tone, "I want to touch and savor them properly someday, little brother, would you like that?" I felt a surge of conflicting emotions and excitement, a tightness in my chest, and a confused "yes" came out in my mind. The trainer continued, "Xiao Jing, your husband asked me to play with your breasts, what do you say?" Jing blushed, hesitated, and couldn't speak for a long time. Although I had mixed feelings, I didn't know why I couldn't let her hesitate. I reached out and flicked her clitoris between her petals, which made her hum "hmm," sounding as if she had agreed.

Although Jing pinched my hand again, she didn't clarify anything, seemingly playing hard to get, half-heartedly resisting. Seeing her enjoying it, I felt a pang of jealousy, but also delighted by her enjoyment, which made me feel that I wasn't entirely being taken advantage of by the dominatrix. After
she responded, the dominatrix said lecherously, "Then tell me, how do you like a man to play with your breasts?"
To help the dominatrix keep Jing in the right state, I used my hips and waist to thrust my penis slightly inside her. Although it wasn't very convenient for me to move while I was on the bottom, it still made Jing moan happily, "Mmm... first... pinch my nipples... gently rotate them... then... hold them with your hands... rub them hard..." As she spoke, she gently stroked the two rosy tips of her full breasts with her palms, panting as she cupped her two heavy breasts in her hands and began to knead them. The white, plump flesh kept squeezing out from between her fingers, and intermittent moans escaped her lips.
I was somewhat surprised by Jing's oblivion. My lower body instantly hardened to its limit, so I simply lifted myself up, arching Jing along with me, and thrust my penis deep into her wide-set buttocks. Jing had just managed to steady herself by supporting herself on the table when my thrust made her cry out "Ah!" Her left hand suddenly went limp, and she typed a string of meaningless characters on the keyboard with her elbow.
As she lowered her body, half of her face was immediately exposed to the camera. At this moment, I was driven by lust and thought, "Serves you right for being so horny just now, so let them see you more!" I didn't care and started thrusting wildly, my lower abdomen and waist slapping against Jing's tender buttocks, making familiar and lewd sounds of flesh colliding, accompanied by Jing's screams that were hard to distinguish between pain and pleasure.
Through the small window, one could see that Jing's already ample breasts appeared even larger due to their sagging. With each violent movement of her body, they swayed back and forth, her oval face and pearly lips almost pressed against the camera. Her mouth, usually adorned with a sweet smile, was now uncontrollably agape in an "O" shape.
This visual and auditory stimulation made even the usually composed trainer restless. He stared intently at the screen, muttering, "Jing's breasts are amazing…swinging so hard…" Suddenly, he stood up, revealing a pair of white panties underneath, a prominent bulge almost bursting through the elastic fabric.
I heard him mutter, "Brother, make your wife kiss my crotch while you're fucking me."
I was getting really into it, and in the throes of pleasure, I slapped Jing's snowy buttocks and said, "Go, serve Brother Qiang!"
Jing let out a
soft moan and shook her head, seemingly unwilling, saying, "No...don't..." Seeing her coyness, I relentlessly commanded, "Stop pretending, lick it for me!" As I spoke, I thrust my lower body hard, feeling each thrust hitting a strange spot inside, rubbing my glans until it went numb.
Jing mumbled two indistinct "uh" sounds amidst her screams, then forced out her little tongue and began to tease the screen, seemingly licking his penis along its bulging contours through his underwear.
Seeing Jing like this, my penis, which had already filled the walls of her vagina, seemed to swell even more. I felt her vaginal muscles gripping my penis tightly, as if every fold was being stretched open. With each thrust reaching its deepest point, Jing trembled all over, her cries rising and falling, her voice growing increasingly dry, a poignant blend of mournful beauty and indescribable lewdness.
The instructor, clearly also aroused, reached into his underwear and began masturbating, his words becoming even more unrestrained: "Brother, has your wife ever licked someone else's penis?"
"Tell Brother Qiang," I deliberately didn't answer, objecting to Jing, "Have she ever licked a wild penis?"
"...No..." Jing whispered. I thought to myself, she's lying, but I didn't call her out.
"Want to lick a fresh one?" the instructor continued.
Jing hesitated for a moment without answering. Seeing this opportunity, I bent down, grabbed one of her plump, bouncing breasts, and squeezed it hard a few times, saying, "Say you want it!"
A look of distress crossed Jing's face, and she whispered, "I want it..."
"Then, beg me to take off my pants and let you lick my cock." The instructor's tone suddenly became somewhat violent and authoritative.
Jing covered my right hand, which was rubbing her breast, and squeezed it, forcing me to stimulate her in the way she needed most. She closed her eyes and trembled, saying, "No... I can't say it..."
The more Jing acted this way, the more it aroused the man's desire to conquer.
"Brother, if your wife doesn't say it, don't let her feel good." The instructor turned to me and said.
I knew he was using my influence over Jing to train her, but I also found it so exciting to team up with an outsider to destroy my fiancée's defenses. As if possessed, I pulled out most of my penis, leaving only the glans teasing Jing's vaginal opening.
Jing lost her composure, her moans becoming increasingly strained. She twisted her slender waist, pressing her snowy buttocks towards my penis. Intending to tease her, I deliberately avoided her penetration. Soon, her voice trembled with tears, "Give it to me..."
"Please, Brother Qiang, lick my cock," I commanded, filled with a sense of conquest.
"No...don't bully me..." Jing shook her head, her voice both distressed and soft.
I held her buttocks firmly with both hands, giving her a series of quick, shallow thrusts, only the head of my penis entering, like a dragonfly skimming the water, barely scratching the surface. Struggling, Jing's restraint finally crumbled, and she managed to squeeze out a few words, broken and fragmented: "Please...you..."
"Say Brother Qiang!" I interrupted her.
"Please...Brother Qiang...ah...give me...your...cock...lick..." By the end, Jing's voice was almost inaudible, the intense shame causing her to bury her head deeply.
The trainer chuckled twice, pulled down his underwear, revealing a dark, menacing penis. He adjusted the camera focus, filling almost the entire screen with a close-up of the shaft, and said, "Xiao Jing, come here, I'll let you lick it."
Seeing the trainer naked in front of us, although I always felt a little awkward looking at other people's things, at this moment it felt even more lewd. I grabbed Jing's long hair and roughly pulled her head up, making her press it close to the screen to observe the penis. Jing's expression was somewhat dazed, staring blankly as the trainer pulled back the foreskin, revealing the blunt, rounded glans. Her mouth was half-open, but she didn't move.
"Wife, let me watch you lick his cock," I said, my voice laced with barely suppressed excitement, my lower body not slowing down at all.
Jing seemed to wake from a dream, and then stuck out her tongue to lick again. At this moment, her face was very close to the screen, and I zoomed in on the window, making it appear as if the tip of her tongue was pointing at the sensitive spot below the glans of his penis. This made me feel as if I were personally experiencing the pleasure of being served by Jing's mouth and tongue, and I couldn't help but speed up my thrusting.
I said in a panting voice, "Like you usually lick, now lick Qiang-ge like you do." Hearing me say this, Jing gave a soft "hmm," pouted her lips, and used her full red lips to stroke back and forth along the shape of the penis of the hand that was being teased. After a while, as if
she had aroused herself, she stretched out her tongue to tease the scrotum below, pretending to suck the two bulging scrotums with a "tsk tsk" sound, and breathed and whispered, "So big..." Seeing Jing so wanton, my heart was already churning, and her words made me even more excited. I shouted, "Slut! Say it again!" I pinched her buttocks hard and thrust into her with all my might.
The instructor, panting on the other end, stroked his penis and said, "Xiao Jing, do you like licking my big cock?"
Jing turned half her face and glanced at me sideways, her face flushed with desire. "I like it...husband...I like licking...oh...Brother Qiang's big...ah...big cock!"
I frowned, closed my eyes, and thrust wildly a dozen times. I pulled out abruptly, pressed Jing down, grabbed her hair, and squeezed my penis, spraying streams of hot semen onto her face. The instructor hurriedly said from the speaker, "Xiao Jing, open your mouth and catch it!"
Jing opened her mouth wide, shouting with desire as I sprayed my fluids into her mouth. Several streams of white fluid slowly flowed down her beautiful cheeks and forehead...

(Twenty-two)

Tonight, I was so excited and had such a satisfying release that I could barely keep my eyes open by 11 pm. I went to bed early, and Jing was still clinging to me: "Honey, you're sleeping so early..."
"Mmm... I'm tired..." I replied half-heartedly.
"Don't sleep!" Her little hand slipped under the covers, rubbing against my sensitive areas through my shorts. Normally, I would have pinned her down, but I was really tired tonight, so I just let her be.
"Today... I'm so excited..." Jing simply put her hand under my crotch, pressed her body against mine, and hummed a little shyly in my ear.
"What's wrong?"
She giggled, but then stopped talking, threw off the covers, and crawled into my arms.
I thought for a moment, opened my eyes, and looked at her with a smile: "Yeah, I got fucked by two men in one night, and even had online sex with a third man."
Hearing me say such things so bluntly, Jing buried her head in my arms, whimpering and refusing to lift her head.
"So, now you know how fun it is to play games, right? Before, when I told you to loosen up a bit, some people wouldn't listen."
I lectured her smugly.
"It's all because you like it!" she said innocently. "I didn't get anything in return, you guys just got a good deal."
I laughed and said, "Damn! You got a good deal and you're still acting innocent! Don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself tonight?"
"No." Jing said, suppressing a laugh.
"Okay, then don't go to Xiaofeng's place anymore, and don't chat with that guy."
"Hmph! I won't go!" Jing answered without thinking.
"That's fine too, I'll use you all by myself." I simply continued.
"Dream on!" Jing, in her rebellious mood, retorted without thinking, then opened her eyes wide and looked at me laughing, "Ah!" she screamed and pounced on me to pinch me. I quickly protected my vitals and resolutely fought back, and the two of us laughed and joked...
"Okay, that's enough." Jing gradually lost ground, and I knew when to stop, so I hugged her again.
"Honey, let's take wedding photos?"
To be honest, I wasn't really interested. A grown man being made to look like a monkey, posing in all sorts of ways…
"Okay…"
Jing completely ignored my perfunctory response, lost in her daydreams: "Let's find a good photography company! Let's take outdoor shots in Sheshan."
"Hmm…"
"How many outfits do I need to change into?" Jing started counting on her fingers…
"Honey, don't sleep! Let's discuss it."
"Hmm? Oh…"
"Hey!"
"You decide!"
"It's like I'm forcing you!" Jing grumbled, but I couldn't hear her clearly anymore…
…
This morning, Helen arranged an interview. She did the first round herself, then called me to come for the interview.
"What's this person like?" I asked.
"Pretty good." She said, leading me into a small office and introducing the girl who came for the interview.
I had already looked at the girl's resume beforehand. After a few pleasantries, I asked, "You graduated in 2006, your first job lasted until April 2007, why didn't you start your second job until July?"
The girl looked flustered when I asked this crucial question. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Helen's fair face flush slightly as she stared intently at the resume, knowing she hadn't noticed this detail.
...
"Thank you!" I politely saw the applicant off, then turned to Helen and said, "He seems quite energetic, but I feel he's a bit unstable. Do you have any other resumes?"
Helen responded nervously, hesitatingly, "Nothing particularly suitable, but Nikki from the front desk said she'd like to give it a try."
A thought struck me; did she know about my relationship with Nikki? Although I liked Nikki, this kind of relationship was completely inappropriate for a superior-subordinate dynamic.
"Oh, I'll think about it. Could you please find a few more candidates?" I said casually. Seeing her still somewhat uneasy, I softened my tone and asked, "Have you been very busy lately?"
"Um... a bit." Seemingly touched by the consideration in my tone, she blurted out, "Anne has been asking me to update a lot of documents recently, and she needs them urgently." After saying that, she seemed to realize she shouldn't be talking about her boss with me and immediately stopped talking.
I didn't try to hide it, and smiled, "You'd better tell me about your boss's matter during lunch."
She paused, then understood what I meant. Her gaze immediately became unfathomable, and she hesitated for a moment, "I have something to do at noon, how about another day?" She nodded slightly at me and walked towards the HR department.
A chill ran through me. I thought: You really know how to put on airs, what's so great about you! I've slept with your face a lot, tch…
I returned to my office sullenly and dialed the front desk.
"What do you want?" Nikki's pleasant voice came through the receiver, which cheered me up a bit.
"You want to interview for my assistant?"
"Yes! I asked Helen to ask for me."
"Why didn't you just ask me directly?"
"Um… I was afraid you wouldn't answer."
"Oh? Having someone else ask me guarantees an answer?"
"No… please! Please!"
"But I don't really want to, we're in a superior-subordinate relationship!" I hesitated.
"Why?"
"We… um, we've already…" I thought: You really don't understand?
"Hehe! Don't worry, I'll do my job well." She lowered her voice, as if covering the microphone with her hand, and said, "And I'll even wear a short skirt and stockings to dress up as an office lady for you~"
I hummed twice, both helpless and longing, "That's exactly what I'm afraid of. Okay, let me think about it!"
"mmmuuuaa!" Nikki blew me a kiss: "You're so sweet!"
"Hey! I haven't said I agreed yet!"
Nikki chuckled and hung up the phone.
I hung up the phone, feeling both annoyed and amused, my mind conflicted. If she became my subordinate, how would I manage her?
After a busy afternoon, the phone rang. Seeing it was William, I quickly answered, "Hello, Wil Liam!"
"Hello, Don, how's the Xi'an thing?"
"The preliminary stages are almost done. How about I go for a week next week and arrange a few interviews?"
"Okay, tell Anne to have someone from HR go with you."
My heart skipped a beat, and I said okay.
Actually, while Helen is good-looking, she's not necessarily much prettier than Nikki. But experiencing that strange scene for the first time, and seeing her indifferent attitude now, has made me somewhat worried.
After hanging up, I called Anne and told her about the situation. She thought
for a moment and said, "Why don't you let Helen go?" I was overjoyed, but pretended to hesitate and said, "Um... has her training finished?"
Anne, always the kind of boss who's very protective of her own, quickly said, "Although she hasn't been here long, she's quite meticulous in her work. You should take her to get some experience!"
I chuckled inwardly and agreed, pretending to be a little reluctant.
That evening, I told Jing I was going on a business trip next week, and I didn't expect she'd be going to Hangzhou for a few days too.
"That's fine, anyway, my period is due in a couple of days," Jing said with a hint of relief, sticking out her tongue.
"We really don't waste a single day," I laughed.
That night, Jing was chatting away on QQ as usual. I sat on the sofa reading a book and asked, "Is Qiang Ge online?"
"I'm chatting with him right now!" Jing said a little shyly.
"Let me see what they're talking about." I pretended to get up.
"Hey..." Jing quickly covered the screen with her hand, turning her head and laughing, "Can you give me some privacy?"
I laughed, "Damn, they're saying such cheesy things!"
Jing's face flushed slightly, and she jumped up and rushed into my arms, "No, it's nothing! Just listening to other people's compliments, satisfying my vanity!"
I hugged her and asked with a smile, "What did he say
to you?" Jing chuckled, "Just those sweet nothings men use, I'll tell you later." Saying that, she actually jumped up again to chat.
I shook my head and went back to reading.
…
This flight from Shanghai to Xi'an was a bit crowded. Helen and I had tickets together, so we were in the same row—I was in the aisle, she was in the window. Actually, I prefer window seats, but I deliberately chose the aisle seat.
Seeing her carrying what looked like a heavy suitcase, struggling to lift it, I quickly took her arm and gestured for me to help. When women need help, they naturally don't mind a little inappropriate physical contact.
I took her arm and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Putting down bricks?" I lifted it above my head and neatly stuffed it into the overhead compartment.
She smiled a little shyly, "I'm going for a week, so I inevitably brought a little extra."
"You brought two pairs of shoes, right?" I sat down and teased her casually.
She chuckled, "Three pairs including my feet."
I laughed heartily, "You really are the epitome of womanhood."
Seeing that my words were a bit flippant, she smiled slightly and turned her face away without replying.
I changed the subject, and we looked at magazines and chatted, gradually becoming more comfortable with each other.
Not long after finishing her airplane meal, Helen seemed a little uneasy. After a moment, she said, "Um... excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
I was secretly pleased with myself for my quick thinking. I shrank back a little further into my seat. "Is this enough?"
I thought to myself, no woman would admit she's too fat to fit.
"Um..."
She had just reached for the seat in front of her when the woman in front of me cried out, "Ouch!" Apparently, she had grabbed someone's long hair.
"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry..." Helen apologized repeatedly,
but the woman didn't say much. Now, she only dared to lightly hold onto the back of the seat and carefully moved one leg close to my knee.
She was wearing tight pants today, the elastic fabric tightly hugging her small but pert buttocks and shapely thighs. I stared unabashedly at the shape of her buttocks, my gaze tracing the curves of her body beneath the pants, and my lower body began to swell uncontrollably.
The scene looked familiar. A thought flashed through my mind. Just as she was trying to squeeze her other leg through the narrow gap between my knee and the seat in front of her, the plane suddenly jolted violently. Unable to find support, she cried out and slumped onto my lap. I jerked back in surprise, but my erect penis still felt the tight pressure of her buttocks.
"The plane is experiencing some turbulence..." came the flight attendant's voice over the loudspeaker. My mind went blank: "Why is it always like this?" Helen sat sideways on my lap, facing me, her hands gripping the seats on either side of my head. Her small, slightly upturned chin was so close to my face. Looking down, I saw a small patch of her white neck and chest...
Several fragments of her vision, but in reality, it probably only lasted a second. She struggled to her feet, her ears turning red. "I'm sorry..." she said, then seemed unable to continue, hurriedly fleeing towards the restroom.
I sighed, leaning back in my chair to savor the scene. It was exactly like our first encounter, and the key difference was that I was always in that awkwardly excited state. Oh, little brother, why can't you have a little self-control? Although the thought of her fleshy lower body and shy demeanor also aroused me, I shook my head with a wry smile.
When Helen returned, I made sure to get up and let her pass. She seemed completely calm, only now quieter.
After landing and exiting the airport, Helen, who was visiting Xi'an for the first time, looked a little lost with her suitcase. I pointed in the direction and said, "Take a taxi over there." She obediently followed me. We
chatted idly with the driver, carefully avoiding revealing two things: first, we were from Shanghai; second, we were completely unfamiliar with Xi'an. Anyway, I had been here recently, so it wouldn't be a lie to say I "frequently come for business."
We stayed at the Shangri-La again. After checking in, I said to Helen, "Get ready, we'll meet in the lobby, then head to the company. Is fifteen minutes enough?"
She seemed to say no, but still nodded.
When I saw her again, she had changed into a high-necked white shirt, a striped black suit, and a pencil skirt, with black high heels under her stockings. She looked impeccably professional, even the wrinkles on her suit had been ironed out in a short time.
My eyes lit up: "The suit looks great." It was clearly fine wool, and the cut was perfect.
"Thank you!"
We sat in the car in silence. From the side, I could see that the second and third buttons of her pure white shirt were slightly open, revealing a small piece of white lace bra underneath.
My lower body stirred again. I thought: This woman really arouses my desire, but I don't know if I can make a move.
Sigh! I should catch up with our lovely long-legged beauty, Jasmine, first!

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