My first girlfriend

It was during my school days, I remember it was spring. My girlfriend and I had been dating for two years. What attracted me most to her were her bright, beautiful eyes. Every time we made eye contact, she would stare directly at me with those big eyes, radiating an electrifying aura that could melt me—so alluring, so captivating.

That night, she asked me to go for a walk with her, and before I knew it, I had followed her to the riverbank along the scenic river. Under the gentle moonlight of early spring, we stood facing each other, talking as usual. Her gaze seemed to touch my heart even more than the moonlight. The quiet riverbank was just the two of us. I found her more and more enchanting, and finally, I had a thought and impulse I had never felt before. I pulled her into my arms, and we held each other tightly.

After a while, I loosened my grip slightly, looking at her flushed face, and I couldn't help but kiss her. But she seemed unsatisfied, waiting for me to continue. So, I began to kiss her lips, soft and full. My tongue frantically scraped against her, stubbornly probing between her teeth like a little eel. Soon, her uncontrollable panting parted her teeth slightly, and her warm, fragrant breath enveloped my tongue. I almost savagely forced myself inside. Her upper and lower teeth scraped tightly against the rounded underside of my tongue.

I immediately felt myself lying on her soft, warm petals. The intense tension made her tongue shrink back in bewilderment. My tongue, enveloped in her saliva, slipped tightly beneath hers. A pure, soft, warm sensation made me greedily rise up, instinctively wanting to entwine with this tender flesh. I began to recklessly invade every corner of her mouth. Tense and confused, seemingly in a hypnotic state, she clumsily complied.

My entire mouth was inside. Her warm, moist lips were almost touching my nose, her teeth scraping against my philtrum, my mouth and tongue completely enveloped in her fragrant, moist, and sticky scent. My mouth captured the tip of her soft, delicate tongue, gently biting it with my teeth, and lovingly rubbing my own tongue against it. Suddenly, an uncontrollable desire to possess her surged, and I sucked two-thirds of her tongue into my mouth, biting down tightly at the base.

My tongue was pressed tightly against hers, swirling and sucking amidst her soft moans. That's how she made her sounds, the soft flesh I was now enjoying in my mouth, her contractions and rises, every note of her voice commanding my soul.

Suddenly, she bounced up in my tight embrace, her round, firm body radiating a slightly undulating fullness. I realized then that I had almost sucked her entire tongue in. The pulling pain had rendered her upper body immobile. We slowly separated. Her eyes, pure and clear, gazed silently, almost dreamily, at my chest, her hands still resting on my shoulders. Her full lips glistened with saliva.

We remained silent like that. Suddenly, I kissed her full, moist lips again. Her body seemed to offer no resistance, her soft body leaning against my embrace, submissively allowing me to invade her mouth once more… She sucked hard, as if afraid to miss a single drop of moisture. I moved my mouth to her chin, her neck, my tongue licking her earlobe, listening to her panting breaths, I felt so satisfied.

My tongue roamed wildly on her white neck, invading her unexplored territory. My hand boldly placed on that prominent area. I thought, perhaps, my traditional girlfriend wouldn't let me succeed; even now, she still wouldn't allow me to touch her breasts directly. She always said some things weren't too late after marriage. But she actually let out a soft moan and closed her eyes happily. I moved my mouth to her again. Her rapid breathing sent waves of heat from her body washing over my face. We were lost in ecstasy…

A cool breeze blew by, rustling the leaves overhead. The faint dampness of the grass made my lungs feel light and relaxed. I took one of her hands and pressed it against my face; her fingers were long, slender, and soft, her palm slightly damp, and I caressed it casually. She remained seated quietly, as was typical of our dates: after an intimate conversation, we would sit quietly together, intermittently caressing each other.

But today, this quietness was inexplicably stirring my desire. Suddenly, an inexplicable impulse made me press her hand tightly between my legs. “Ah, no!” she cried out softly, caught off guard, her hand instinctively trying to pull back, but I held it firmly in place. This was the first time since we met that she had touched my genitals.

"No, I don't want to," she murmured softly. "Come on, touch me." I gently put my arm around her waist and kissed her cheek lightly; her face was burning hot. Despite her shyness, her fingers clumsily began to caress her, and my penis became uncontrollably erect, undulating under her movements through my pants.

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