I will never understand your tenderness.

"Let's not see each other again. It's better for everyone!" The voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle, but it carried a resolute tone that left no room for negotiation.
"I respect your decision. I will try my best to forget you." I tried to keep my tone gentle, trying not to show any sadness. In fact, I wanted her to know that I wasn't a child anymore, that I could treat a relationship with an adult's mindset.
"Sigh, you're talking like a child again. Some people are the more you try to forget, the more you can't forget!" She sighed. I could even hear a trace of resentment, a trace of pity, in her sigh. She still couldn't bear to let me go!
"Then, I will lock you in the most secluded corner of my heart, never to be touched again." I clenched my fists, my throat ached, and I fought back the tears that were about to spill.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, a long, long silence.
As if possessed, I yelled into the phone, "I love you!!!" That shout seemed to drain all my strength; I felt my carotid artery pounding, as if all the blood had rushed to my brain. At the same time, a deafening roar filled my ears, my vision flickered, and my breathing became labored. There
was still silence on the other end of the line.
My legs gave way, and I collapsed to my knees, my heart feeling utterly empty. It was as if I had fallen into a bottomless abyss, sinking lower and lower, surrounded by utter darkness. I realized then that despair wasn't just an abstract concept; it was real, crushing me under its immense pressure, leaving me unable to move.
"Wait for me at home, don't go anywhere, I'm coming right now!" her urgent voice suddenly came through the phone.
"What did you say?" It was as if the merciful light of God pierced through the darkness, instantly pulling me back from the abyss to heaven. I wiped away my tears in disbelief, about to ask her a question, when she hung up.
Half an hour of waiting felt like an eternity. For half an hour, I stood behind the door, hand on the doorknob, ready to open it the moment the doorbell rang. I knew I was acting like an innocent young boy; she had said that in her eyes I would always be a child.
The doorbell rang! I quickly opened the door, and there she was, standing there gracefully, in a bright yellow dress, her long ponytail both refreshing and glamorous.
Just as I was about to invite her in, she suddenly lunged into my arms like lightning. I lost my balance and stumbled backward. With
a bang, she slammed the door shut, swiftly tossed her handbag onto the sofa, and then swiftly wrapped her slender arms tightly around my waist. I never expected her to be so agile; all her movements were fluid and seamless.
She pressed herself against me, and I retreated again and again until I finally tripped and fell onto the sofa. She swiftly found my lips, and before I could react, her tongue had pried open my teeth. I felt a sweet fragrance on my tongue and became intoxicated, wrapping my arms around her slender waist and sucking on her tongue forcefully.
But in my moment of passion, she withdrew her tongue and began biting my lips and chin—more like nibbling than biting. Just seconds before, the elegant, gentle, and virtuous woman seemed to have transformed into a wild and untamed woman.
I looked into her eyes; they were hazy and watery, reflecting a burning desire, passionate and intense. I knew that at this moment, this woman wanted to possess me completely, utterly and hysterically. I felt an immense happiness.
She bit my lips while unbuckling my belt, quickly and almost violently removing all my clothes. Her lips moved down my chin, and when she saw my proudly erect member, her breathing became noticeably heavier.
A warm, soft sensation washed over me; I knew she was holding my penis, and I let out a comfortable sigh. Just as I closed my eyes, ready to savor her tenderness, I heard a slightly hurried groan, followed by a sharp pain in my penis. I quickly sat up to look at her; her head was tilted back, her body convulsing slightly, her hand gripping my penis tightly, as if she wanted to snap it off.
I endured the pain and looked at her closely; her face was flushed with the blush one has during orgasm. I couldn't help but ask, "Why did you come?" She climbed up my body, shyly turning her head away, "I don't know, maybe I was just thinking about 'that' too much on the way here." "That" was her term for sex. We'd known each other for almost two years, been officially dating for almost a year, and had sex hundreds of times. Whenever she was aroused, she would say "I want 'that'," and I would always understand and give her "that."
I initially thought she was a very traditional woman, but in bed she always displayed a promiscuity beyond my comprehension. She single-handedly transformed me, a naive young man, into a sex expert.
"Do you still want to continue that?" I asked her with a smile.
"Let me think!" She pretended to frown and consider, "I don't want to do that with you anymore!" About ten seconds later, she cupped my face, looked at me very seriously, and said, "I want to make love with you!" Only then did I realize that in her heart, "that" and "making love" were different. She gently got up, a faint smile on her face, and took off her clothes one by one.
Soon, her mature 35-year-old body was fully exposed before me. She straddled my waist, knelt on the sofa, took one of my hands and guided it into her vagina, saying, "I'm already very wet, come and love me!" I kissed her forehead, got up and carried her into the bedroom, laid her flat on the bed, and spread her legs.
She reached for my penis, guided it to her vaginal opening, and softly said, "Come in." I rubbed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening a few times, getting some of her vaginal fluid on it, and then gently pushed it in. To be honest, my size isn't particularly impressive by male standards; I'd guess it's just above average. Even so, it took me some effort to fully penetrate her.
When our bodies were pressed tightly together, we both let out a long sigh of relief. I laughed and said, "It's only been two months since I last came, and your place has become so tight." She punched my back and scolded, "Isn't it good that it's tight? Move a little!" "Yes, ma'am!" I suddenly thrust hard.
"Ah—" She was caught off guard and cried out. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but laugh.
She punched my back again: "Be serious!"
Only then did I rhythmically thrust my lower body, letting my penis slide back and forth in her wet vagina. At first, we smiled at each other, our faces an inch apart, each able to see our own reflection in the other's eyes. A deep love welled up in our eyes, a love that needed no words, as if it had seeped into our flesh and blood through our bond, merging our souls together.
Gradually, our breathing became heavy, her hips heaving with each thrust, making a slapping sound. I lifted her hips and, without any technique, thrust at my maximum speed. After about a dozen thrusts, she rose and embraced me. Unable to exert force quickly, I slowed down, letting my penis rotate inside her vagina.
She was covered in sweat, her damp cheeks pressed against mine, her hot breath hitting my ears, her almost weeping moans stimulating my eardrums. I couldn't help but want to speed up. But she held me tightly, preventing me from moving too fast. She bit my earlobe, saying haltingly, "Don't...be so hasty, I want it to last longer, don't...come so quickly, be gentle, love me tenderly...hmm?" I pressed my penis deep inside her, brushed away her disheveled hair, and carefully examined her face. What an exquisite face it was, with willow-leaf eyebrows, large, watery eyes, and a few light freckles adorning her delicate nose. "You look so much like Jin Qiaoqiao!" I kissed her, unable to help but admire her inwardly.
"Don't stop, keep going!"
So I began to slowly thrust, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. I watched her facial expressions, pushing towards where she needed it most. Every cell in her vaginal walls tightly enveloped me, stimulating my nerves. This slow thrusting slowed down the speed of pleasure, but also prolonged its duration, actually amplifying the overall sensation.
She hugged me tightly again: "No, if you keep doing this, I'll come very soon. Don't move." Saying this, she rolled over, pressed me down, and changed to a position straddling my hips.
She leaned back, her hands on the bed, moving her hips to make her vagina swallow and release my penis. I saw her breasts, which had once driven me mad, swaying up and down. A strong wave of pleasure surged to my head, and I almost ejaculated.
I quickly took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "At this rate, I might not be able to last long!" To my surprise, she moved even more intensely at my words, mumbling, "You don't need to hold back... use your... to love me, fill me with your love!" I was so moved I almost cried. We'd been together so many times, and she never let me ejaculate inside her, not even during her safe period. I started moving too, asking her, "What if I get pregnant? Your husband will suspect something." "I don't care, I want you to ejaculate inside me, hurry!" Her breathing became more rapid, and her movements more intense. I could barely keep up with her rhythm, so I could only thrust upwards with all my might.
"Are you done yet? I'm coming!" Her vaginal walls contracted sharply, like a fish's mouth sucking me deeper into her. I was drenched in sweat, and her moans grew louder, waves of tingling pleasure spreading from my penis throughout my body. I couldn't hold back any longer; a tingling sensation shot through my lower back, and I ejaculated hot semen into her vagina.
She clearly knew I had ejaculated, panting as she pleaded, "No, don't stop!" She rocked her body back and forth as she spoke.
Fortunately, my penis didn't immediately go soft after ejaculation. I took a breath and, matching her movements, thrust forcefully. After another twenty or thirty thrusts, she suddenly tensed up, her vagina convulsing violently, a high-pitched sound escaping her throat. At that moment, I felt a warm, wet sensation in my abdomen. Looking up, I saw a stream of liquid gushing from her vulva, almost hitting my chest. At first, I thought I was seeing things, but I quickly realized it wasn't. The liquid was coming from her urethra, gushing out four times in total. The first three times were powerful, hitting me directly, while the last one seemed weak and powerless. Her vagina was still convulsing, but her body was limp, lying on top of me, refusing to move.
I let her press against me, her soft breasts pressed tightly against my chest. After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, kissed me, and murmured, "Kid, you almost killed me." I began to kiss her back, our tongues exchanging saliva. I strongly agree with the words of that Nobel Prize-winning mathematician: sex is essentially an exchange of fluids. It seems that through this exchange, we can infuse each other's souls into each other's bodies, if souls truly exist.
"I think we're both too deeply involved," she said, gazing at me affectionately. "In that case, I'll go to hell with you!" she said, climbing between my legs and taking my penis into her mouth.
"Sister Yun, do you love me?" I stared blankly at the ceiling. "I'll never understand your tenderness!" For some reason, I suddenly started humming this song, my mind flashing back to all the things we had done together.

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