The beauty's bedroom was empty.

No one was in her dorm, and I apologized slightly for my impulsiveness, attributing it to my love for her. She didn't completely forgive me, but we still chatted for a while. She went to take a shower, and without the beautiful girl around, I finally had time to observe the dorm rooms where the beauties lived. I heard there was another beauty in her dorm, supposedly 171cm tall. There were photos of people on the wardrobes, and I found a picture of a very tall girl with long legs, wearing skinny jeans and brown boots, and a long women's top that almost reached her knees. Opening the wardrobe door, I saw the brown boots in the photo. I held them to my nose to examine them closely, and noticed that the boots the girl was wearing had a fragrance, not perfume, but rather a natural body scent. I wanted to put my feet in, but I couldn't. This tall beauty had small feet; she had all the advantages, but none of the disadvantages. God is so unfair. I continued looking for her clothes: tank tops, black undershirts that showed off her entire pink neck so she could wear her favorite accessories, tube tops, tights, and cute t-shirts. Then I saw a short leather jacket. The leather was soft and smooth to the touch; it must have cost over a thousand yuan. Girls these days are really rich. Pretty girls are willing to spend money on dressing up. Of course, those beautifully dressed women certainly have a strong allure for me. Walking down the street, I kept stopping to admire all sorts of beautiful women, imagining how to peel away their fashionable clothes, to possess their bodies, to make them unable to resist in bed, forced to sway their bodies that many men covet, emitting moans of pleasure.
A moment later, her bra and panties finally appeared before my eyes. I grabbed the panties and frantically licked them, hoping there would be some left so I could get a deeper understanding of her body. There were a few traces of blood on the panties. This body, perfectly suited to be a model, walking around in lingerie, was menstruating, ready to be vigorously penetrated by a man, and then to give birth to a baby. "Then give me one," I thought. "I'll fuck you every day, until you die." She had many bras, most of them half-cups, probably to accentuate her firm breasts. Judging by her bra size, she's probably a small B, not as big as the class beauty I just had sex with. That girl's breasts were absolutely gorgeous; even if I couldn't have them, I'd still want to touch them enough. This tall beauty is a bit less impressive. Looking at the photo, I imagine what it would feel like to pull down her jeans and gradually reveal her slender thighs, spread her legs apart! I'd regret it if I didn't get her!
My classmate came back from the shower and was surprised to see me still there. I asked her what her roommates' majors were, and she told me. I said I had to go, and she offered to walk me home. I suddenly turned around and kissed her hard on the lips, prying open her pearly white teeth, and we started a passionate kiss. After a minute of kissing, I left, and she kept her head down, not looking at me. I wonder if she felt bad for her boyfriend.
I immediately went online to check the course schedules for each major and finally found a day when all majors had classes except for that tall beauty. I thought I'd skip class that day and try my luck; if she turned out to be one of the more powerful girls, there was nothing I could do. Time always seems to drag on while waiting, and finally, that day arrived. I went to her dorm, and as I expected, she was alone. She asked me what I wanted. I said I just wanted to check out her body, how her breasts were, how big they were, and how her figure must have been with many men. I asked if her vagina was still tight. I said that with a beauty like her, men must have lined up to play with her, perhaps even three or more men at the same time. I slapped myself in the face; of course, I couldn't say that, at least not yet. My principle is practicality; I don't care how I got her, as long as I succeeded. Actually, I looked at her for a long time without saying anything. She was as beautiful as in the photos, but you couldn't tell from the photos how fair-skinned she was. Her fair face had black eyeshadow and long eyelashes, making her very expressive. I almost dared not look directly at her. Today, she was wearing a loose white top with a deep V-neck, almost exposing her entire beautiful back, and also revealing a black strapless bra—just a wide strip without bra straps. That kind of bra is so sexy. She was still wearing skinny jeans and long boots. A woman's love of beauty is innate, expressed at all times and in all places, especially for this girl in her prime; her hormones must have been surging.
After a while, class ended, and I offered to walk her back to her dorm. She wasn't wearing a bra, and with a guy protecting her, it wouldn't be noticed, so she agreed. Along the way, her full breasts, unprotected by a bra, looked particularly real under her tight-fitting clothes. Her two cute breasts bounced rhythmically up and down, and occasionally, you could see her slightly protruding nipples. She was wearing a tank top, and I could clearly see the movement of her breasts; her pink areolas were even more adorable and alluring.
After a moment of stunned silence, I said I was looking for my classmate who was in class. I had already expected her to say she was in class, so I just waited there. What I didn't expect was that the notes that came out of her mouth completely captivated me. Her magnetic, feminine voice was beautiful and melodious. I wanted to just keep talking to her like that, listening to her voice. But I was more curious about what would happen if such a voice were used for moaning during sex, whether it would make a man ejaculate immediately upon hearing it. I started trying to chat with her, but she was clearly not a talkative person, somewhat like a model with a cool demeanor. There was no physical intimacy, no vocal cords. I wanted to tease her; class was almost over. I talked to her about women's clothing, and she replied briefly. I smoothly steered the conversation to the day I rummaged through her wardrobe, mentioning seeing many clothes, including underwear, pointing out which were designer brands and which were fashionable. She immediately perked up and started talking to me, subtly probing what I had seen and what I had done with her clothes. I took out the blood-stained underwear from my bag and waved it in front of her. She immediately tensed up, closing the door and asking for the underwear. I handed it to her, and she was surprised I would give it to her. She quickly put the underwear back in the closet, and I grabbed her from behind, pulling her close and controlling her slender waist. She asked anxiously what I was doing. I continued, "This has your menstrual blood on it, and my semen too; they're mixed together. Keep it on, keep it close to your genitals, and I'm going to change it for you now."
She blushed instantly, but since we were in the dorm, she scolded, "Don't do anything like that, this is school." I grabbed her waist and carried her from the front of the wardrobe to the table, pressing her upper body against the table so she was bent over with her buttocks facing me, which was perfect for me to see her from behind. The black strapless bra peeking out from the white V-neck behind her was incredibly sexy. I quickly unhooked her black bra, and since there were no straps, it immediately fell inside her clothes. Her back was incredibly smooth with no obstruction. I reached inside the V-neck and stroked her fragrant back repeatedly, preparing to move around to the front and knead her breasts, which had been hidden inside the strapless bra, to check their size. Unexpectedly, she resisted fiercely like a virgin. I let go and unzipped her lower body—the zipper of her jeans. I've unzipped many girls' clothes, but none of them had those long, slender legs. I began to attack her lower body, and she was able to stand up from the table. As soon as she stood up, the strapless bra that I had just unzipped peeked out from her loose clothes. She caught it in her hands, and I took the opportunity to unbutton her jeans and unzip them. She pulled up her waistband, and I started caressing her bare breasts again. My hand slipped inside her clothes, revealing her fleshy breasts. I frantically squeezed them, making her body sway wildly, pulling her closer to me. She had her back to me, and I began rubbing her pert buttocks against my barely suppressed penis. Her buttocks were really effective; my penis was almost pointing skyward. She didn't want her buttocks to be used as a sexual tool, constantly trying to avoid my penis, so we rubbed together. I could clearly feel it protruding from my pants, pressing between her legs. My hand, gripping her breasts, wouldn't let go, and she moaned softly from the pain. I felt like I was going to crush her breasts. I kept kneading, and her hands gripped mine tightly. My hands were now filled with her smooth, high breasts, and outside them were her slender, smooth hands. Her jeans were zipped up, the low-rise could not be pulled up, revealing cute Mickey Mouse panties that clashed completely with her cool demeanor. On her feet were still those incredibly proud, high-top leather boots that would make you feel inferior. I pulled down her jeans; her skinny legs weren't easy to pull off, but seeing her thighs, inch by inch, revealing their skin, the varying degrees of flesh, evenly covering her thighs, gave me endless motivation. When I got to her knees, I couldn't pull them off any further because of her boots. I turned back, yanked her Mickey Mouse panties up to her knees, unzipped my pants, and took out my irrepressible penis, inserting it between her legs from behind. She saw my penis and tried to pull away, but she was basically restrained by her pants and could only let me do as I pleased. The moment my penis touched her vaginal opening, it felt incredibly delicate, like the tenderness of a virgin. I continued thrusting, feeling the heat of her vagina, like a fire about to erupt. I thrust in and out relentlessly, her cries growing louder and louder, her juices flowing more and more freely; I felt like I was in a meat paste. I laid her down on the wooden floor, took off her boots and tossed them aside, then shoved her socked feet directly into my mouth. Finally, I removed all her clothes, making her lie face down with her buttocks raised high towards my mouth; she didn't resist much and complied. I began to tease her already hard clitoris with my tongue, and she screamed continuously. I looked at her 171cm height lying on the ground, her waistline perfectly displayed, so slender, so supple. I quickly found the bloodstained underwear and forced it onto her, pulling it up forcefully until it became a strap that slipped into her vulva. She swayed her buttocks, moaning in her beautiful, melodious voice; she was beyond aroused. I pulled her panties aside and thrust in again, pounding my way in. Ah, ah, ah, after a long time I ejaculated inside her. I went over and stroked her now even more erect breasts, saying, "Give me a baby." She was speechless. Class was almost over, and I had to hurry, so I grabbed the black strapless bra and rushed out.
Later, she really did get pregnant, and she really did become my girlfriend. We both graduated and found good jobs. She became a model—a model with a cool exterior, a model who was incredibly caring towards her husband. A year later, we got married because of her pregnancy. She was still beautiful, but I appreciated her inner beauty even more.

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