A romantic encounter! Requires both fate and courage.

I own a textile machinery factory. Outside of work, I don't have any other bad habits, except for a couple of drinks. With improved living standards and a lack of physical activity due to being busy with business, I've started to gain weight before I even turn 40. I'm not bragging, but when I was young, I was 1.85 meters tall and had a very masculine appearance; several female classmates looked at me differently in high school. However, my physical condition now is not what it used to be, so I've decided to go hiking in the mornings.

I've been doing this for over half a year now. Although my waistline hasn't decreased much, my physical condition feels much better than before I started climbing. The mountain I climbed is located within a martyrs' cemetery. There's a martyrs' memorial tower at the top, which is estimated to be over 20 meters tall. On the south side of the tower is an inscription written by Zhu De. There's a walkway about 5 meters wide around the tower, with a 1-meter-high handrail on the outside. There are entrances and exits on all four sides. Usually, people who climb the mountain do various exercises on this walkway or on the handrail after they reach the top.

Outside the southeast corner of the railing, there is an unidentified tree with a branch that grows horizontally, about the same height as the railing and about half a meter away from it. When a person sits on the railing, their feet can hook onto this branch, making it a perfect spot for sit-ups. So in the morning, many people line up to do sit-ups there. Whenever I have free time, I also do a few sit-ups there.

I don't go hiking every day; when I'm not traveling for work, I usually go 4-5 times a week. In the past six months of hiking, I've met quite a few men and women who also hike. Among the many women, a young woman gradually caught my attention. She had a natural beauty, very sexy lips, was in her thirties, had fair and delicate skin, and was about 1.63-1.66 meters tall. She maintained her figure very well and didn't look like she had given birth at all (I later learned that she was already forty years old and her son was in junior high school). She was neither fat nor thin, which was the type of woman I liked. Judging from her temperament, clothing, and conversation, she was probably not from an ordinary family. She was dressed very elegantly in designer sportswear, which was both generous and appropriate, and made her look energetic.

She wasn't a talkative person and rarely joked, but after a while, you could still chat with her for a bit. Everyone called her Xia (probably because there were many older people in the hiking group, so everyone was used to calling her that). During our casual conversation, I learned that her husband was the chairman of a very famous local shipping company.

I had met her husband a few times before (during meetings), but I didn't tell them that I knew him. The day the story happened was a Saturday. Because I had a social engagement the previous weekend and slept in late, I naturally woke up late the next day. When I reached the summit, it was almost nine o'clock, and the path was naturally deserted. Around the bend in the path, I saw a woman doing sit-ups in a tree. I went closer and saw it was Xia.

"Hello Xia! Why are you so late today?" I went up to greet her.

"Oh! Hello, my son is going to his grandma's today, and I'm late because I'm preparing some things for him," she answered, panting as she worked.

It was the first time I'd seen her in this outfit. She was wearing blue, tight-fitting mid-length athletic pants (some people used to call them bullet pants) and a loose-fitting yellow short-sleeved sweatshirt. Her shoes were from a famous American outdoor gear brand—I forget the exact name, but I'd bought a pair at their Shanghai store before; they were very expensive. She looked very beautiful in them.

I started doing leg stretches on the railing next to her and said, "You look so pretty today, like a little girl!"

She didn't answer, probably because I was doing sit-ups.

Because she looked really pretty today, I glanced at her a few more times. Suddenly, I noticed that as she did sit-ups, her very full pubic area was clearly visible to me because of her tight pants.

"Oh," I couldn't help but exclaim.

Although I've traveled extensively and seen many women over the years, including some with fuller genitals—generally, fuller genitals are more common in girls, especially young girls—it's astonishing how someone her age and who isn't considered full-figured could have such a full vulva. The world is truly full of wonders. I swear to God, among all the women I've met, I've never seen such a full vulva. It's not just ordinary fullness; because of the thinness of her tight pants, her labia majora are rounded and shapely, quite full, with a voluptuous appearance. Her breasts are separated by a small stream, and even the outline of her clitoris is clearly visible.

Seeing such beauty, my body reacted with a speed I hadn't felt in nearly five years. My little brother below was filled with awe. I looked around and saw no one was there. I moved closer to admire her large, bun-shaped vulva, which I had never seen before. Hey! It was better not to look closely. But once I got closer, my eyes were glued to it.

"Why are you dressed so sexy today?" I started to chat.

I moved even closer, almost within reach, but there was no response.

I was already completely captivated. Suddenly, I reached out and touched her bun-shaped mons pubis. I felt her body tremble as if she had been electrocuted. She immediately stopped her sit-up and rolled off the bed.

She was quite surprised that I, who was usually so well-behaved, would do something like this. Her face turned bright red.

Realizing there was no one else around, I felt dangerous and wanted to leave immediately.

I quickly grabbed her (I was incredibly audacious!). She was momentarily stunned and frantically tried to break free.

My arms were like iron hoops, holding her tightly; how could she escape so easily? As I held her, I immediately tried to kiss her. She turned her head away, but I didn't care. If I couldn't kiss her lips, I kissed her ears, neck, and shoulders—whatever I touched, I kissed, biting and nibbling like a mad dog. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my penis pressed against her lower abdomen—it was incredibly stimulating.

"Stop it…let me go…no…" she struggled fiercely.

At this moment, I truly experienced the power of lust. Her cries acted like an aphrodisiac, further stimulating my senses. Her resistance only intensified my assault, using both my mouth and hands simultaneously.

My frenzied attack only provoked her even more frenzied resistance.

"Let me go...no...no...ah...help me..." she cried, continuing to struggle.

There wasn't a soul in sight, so I wasn't afraid of her screams.

"No...no...let me go...waaaah..." she cried, continuing to resist.

No matter how much she resisted, she was still a woman. Breaking free from the embrace of a 1.80-meter-tall, muscular man like me was no easy feat; all her resistance was futile.

As time went on, I sensed her resistance gradually weakening through my storm-like attacks; a weak woman was ultimately no match for a man burning with lust.

I pressed my lower body against hers, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her lips. However, she refused to open her mouth, making progress difficult. I switched hands to hold her head and continued kissing, freeing one hand to move downwards, trying to slip inside her elastic waistband. Sensing my attempt to penetrate her pants, she immediately switched her hands from pushing me away to grabbing my genitals, attempting to stop my advance. I was fully capable of penetrating her pants, but I still had some sense. The consequences of tearing her pants would be severe. Unable to penetrate her immediately, I touched my large breasts from the outside to temporarily appease her, and then rubbed my hard penis against her lower abdomen.

"Please... let me go... oh... no... oh... please..." Pleading and moans mingled.

I stopped kissing her and lowered my head to kiss her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, I noticed she was trembling. I knew her breasts were particularly sensitive. I continued to nibble, sniff, and kiss her breasts like a leech. Realizing

she wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, she immediately freed one hand to stop my assault on her breasts.

However, she made a rather "fatal" mistake. While this did somewhat hinder my invasion of her breasts from above, the resistance from below weakened instantly, allowing me to slip inside her pants and thrust downwards, finally touching her precious, bun-like breasts—a feat that could have landed me in jail. I did indeed tremble the moment I touched them; I was just too excited.

This darling is truly extraordinary, so incredibly full and plump. Gently caressing her in my palm, I noticed she has relatively little pubic hair, making her feel fleshy and soft. It's the first time I've ever experienced such a beautiful vulva. Such a treasure is rare and precious; now that I've found one, I'm determined to possess her at any cost.

My palm caresses her steamed bun-like vulva, while my three fingers are busy as well. My index and ring fingers press against her labia majora, while my middle finger rests in her already incredibly wet and warm vulva. As my middle finger gently slides upwards, touching her clitoris like a soybean, she shudders even more violently.

"Oh…no…oh…"

I think to myself, "Damn, this slut is quite sexy." Why am I having such good luck with men today? Is it because I donated to someone who needed a kidney transplant a few days ago, and God sees my kind heart and is rewarding me today...? Strange! Her labia majora were much fuller than normal and almost hairless, very smooth. My middle finger kept digging and scratching at the cleft, each stroke sending her into a violent tremor. The cleft was incredibly wet.

"Oh...oh...no...oh...let...me...go...oh...oh...no...please...ah..."

She kept kicking my legs, her hands weakly holding mine. Feeling powerless to stop it, she gradually gave up resisting, tears streaming down her face, a pang of pity rising within me.

"I'm sorry, Xia, I'm totally smitten with you."

I licked away my stinging tears with my tongue, then pressed it against her lips. Wow! This time she barely resisted; my tongue slid smoothly into her mouth, like a dragon entering the sea, swirling and intertwining with hers.

Feeling one step closer to success, my confidence grew, and I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Her trembling quickened, sifting like chaff, and the secretions (I swear on my honor) were an absolute flood, slippery, wet, and hot.

"Ugh...ugh...oh...ugh...oh..." she moaned softly with each tremor.

Now it was time for my little brother to make his appearance. I immediately pulled down my sweatpants and underwear, and my little brother, already rock hard, sprang forth without a sound, proudly paying homage to my little sister.

"Oh...that feels so good..." I groaned, a sound that was both a sigh and a moan. I couldn't believe that men could moan during sex, damn it!

I wanted to pull her pants down a little more so my little brother and little sister could meet, but I encountered resistance again. She held onto her waistband tightly with both hands and refused to let go. Although I had pulled down enough to make her pubic hair peek out, I couldn't get it to work. I didn't dare to pull any harder, afraid of tearing the pants. I could only hook her waistband with my thumb and continue to flick, poke, dig, rub, and massage her vulva, vagina, and labia minora with my middle finger.

"Oh...oh..." I heard her let out a muffled, natural moan.

I felt hopeful and increased the frequency of my tongue rolling and digging.

"Oh...oh...oh...no...oh...ah..." Her body trembled violently in waves, and her moans gradually grew louder.

My fingers slid into her vagina, exploring around, and I began to feel her thigh muscles gradually stiffening.

"Ah...ah...no...ah...ah...no...no...ah..." she moaned even more lewdly. "No...ah...no...ah...ah...no...ah..." Her thighs clenched, and her buttocks began to tremble rhythmically, as I felt her vagina contracting powerfully.

"Oh...ah...ah...no...ah..."

Her whole body stiffened. "Oh...ah..." With a scream like a pig being slaughtered, her vagina secreted a huge amount of hot, lustful fluid.

My already uncontrollable penis, upon hearing her high-pitched moans, contracted in my perineum, and a gush of hot fluid spurted from the tip of my penis, all of it shooting onto her lower abdomen, slowly flowing down her steamed bun-like vulva, and even staining her waistband.

Then I slowly released her body, noticing that her hands were covering her eyes and she seemed to be crying again. Seeing this, I felt truly guilty and somewhat at a loss.

There was no other way now, so I didn't bother cleaning my penis and immediately pulled up my pants, quickly taking out tissues to clean her up. First, I wiped the semen from her lower abdomen, then gradually moved downwards, cleaning the semen from her waistband, and then gently wiped the semen from her pubic hair with the soft tissues.

"It's my fault... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Don't cry... You're so beautiful and sexy, I'm sorry! If you didn't have a husband, I would definitely marry you." She apologized and coaxed him while cleaning up.

She stood there expressionless, like a wooden statue. After cleaning up the semen, I also cleaned up her vaginal fluids. With a gentle nudge, she cooperated and slightly parted her legs, revealing the treasure that drove me crazy. As I cleaned, I also carefully examined this treasure. This treasure was indeed different from most women. I had never seen such a full vulva before. Against the backdrop of her fair skin, her soft, sparse black pubic hair lay on this mound. Looking down, her clitoris, about the size of a soybean, was half-exposed. Her extremely full labia majora were almost hairless, and her labia minora were slightly purplish and congested. Due to the recent orgasm, her labia majora and minora were slightly parted, and her pinkish-red vaginal opening was still dripping with beige vaginal fluid.

She was probably still not fully conscious after being raped, and she didn't react to any of my cleaning. During the cleaning, I accidentally touched her clitoris, and she jumped up. She was already very sensitive, and now, having just experienced an orgasm, she was even more sensitive.

"I'm sorry...it was an accident...I'm sorry."

As the cleaning continued, coupled with the visual stimulation, I felt my still-uncleaned penis gradually reviving. To let it truly savor the sensation, I slowed down my cleaning, intentionally or unintentionally touching her clitoris and vaginal opening, trying to arouse her again.

After this provocative "cleaning," I noticed glistening vaginal fluid seeping from her opening and closing. This woman was indeed very horny; with a little trick, she immediately reacted again. So satisfying! I thought to myself, "If only this were my wife!" This thought made my little brother even more restless. Strangely, I couldn't believe that my little brother, who had just ejaculated, could react so quickly in such a short time. It seemed that my little brother was reacting differently than usual when he encountered a beautiful little sister.

As my little brother swelled and grew rapidly, I swore to God that I had never touched a woman's genitals before today, including my wife's. At this moment, it was very natural and swift, like a sharp sword, thrusting straight into her "golden dragon."

"Ah...no...oh...oh..."

My hands held her buttocks, my tongue moving quickly from bottom to top, sometimes penetrating her vagina.

"No...no...oh...ah..." The moans rose again like a pig being slaughtered.

This slut's moans are definitely different from ordinary people. Most women, even if they moan, can still control themselves when they first do this with a man they know. But this woman, even though she didn't want to do this with me, couldn't control her sexy nature. She was a complete "slut," only restricted by her family environment or other factors.

"Oh...no...oh...oh...no...ah..." she moaned, trying to push my head away.

As my tongue danced across her lips, her moans intensified, and her body began to tremble again like a sieve.

"Ah...ah...ah..." she screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Her hands, which had been trying to push me away, were now covering her head as if afraid I would run away. Her body moved rapidly in sync with the in-and-out motion of my tongue,

and her vulva arched as if trying to swallow my entire tongue. I knew it was time for my little brother to truly enjoy himself, so I immediately pulled down my pants, sat on the ground, and lifted her onto my lap, letting her lie there so I could see her treasure clearly.

"No...no...no...don't..." She knew what I was going to do, and while she kept saying this, her body was already at my mercy.

My little brother finally kissed her little sister. I didn't want to go in right away, so I enjoyed it outside first. I slid my hard little brother between her clitoris and vaginal opening, and her vagina opened and closed. At this point, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh ah..." she cried out as she leaned her body against my little brother, wanting him to go in right away.

I saw that it was about time, and my little brother slowly entered her body. She immediately grabbed my arms and moved them in and out to match my little brother's movements.

"Ah...ah oh...ah..." she let out a wolf-like howl.

She had completely lost the restraint she had the first time. Maybe she had already had this once, so she didn't care about having another one, or maybe she hadn't really tasted the little brother yet, and one orgasm wasn't enough.

She had been lying down, but perhaps because her lower body had had some fresh experience, her upper body felt a little empty, so she sat up, straddling my penis, her arms around my neck, her body moving up and down actively in sync.

Our tongues were intertwined, her whole body sometimes undulating like a water snake, sometimes moving up and down.

"Ah... move... oh... move... move..." She was completely in a frenzied state of lovemaking, her wanton nature instantly exposed.

This woman was fucking horny; I'd seen people scream wildly during sex, but never anything so wild and loud.

"Is it good?" I asked.

"I...don't...know...oh...oh...so good...so good...oh...it feels so good...move...oh..." She screamed loudly as her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously, making my pubic hair look like it had just come out of the shower.

"Slap...slap..." The sounds of flesh hitting flesh rang out intermittently.

Under her frenzied influence, I also entered my best state, and with all my might, I gradually stood up, hugged her, and shook her desperately. My little brother moved in and out of her vagina as easily as a fish in water.

"Ah..." I never knew that making love could be so crazy, so pleasurable, so immersive, so wonderful. The pleasure at that moment was truly indescribable.

After about five or six minutes, I noticed her thigh muscles starting to stiffen, and her vagina rhythmically contracting. Knowing her orgasm was imminent, I increased the intensity of my thrusts.

"Oh...ah...!!!" With a howl, she suddenly stopped moving, her whole body began to spasm, her buttocks sank, and her vagina contracted rapidly. A surge of heat seemed to erupt from her core, scalding my glans.

"Ah...so good!" I let out a moan for the first time in my life; it was truly wonderful.

"Ah...move...move...move...oh...move faster..." Her voice changed, almost like a cry, and another orgasm arrived.

My penis, infected by her, dared not slack off and continued to thrust vigorously. After only a few thrusts, I felt her vagina contract again.

With a gasp of "Ah...", the third climax of the day was about to arrive. A

series of moans followed, sounding almost terrifying. I didn't dare slow down, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. I murmured, "Is it good?...Is it good?"

"So good...oh...so good...faster...faster...I'm coming again...faster...faster...oh..."

The moans further fueled my inner power, and I went on a final, frenzied thrust. Sweat and vaginal fluid mingled together, our moans blending into one.

"I'm going to cum...are you coming?" I asked. "Come on...oh...coming...come on...come on...come on...ah..." With each moan, her body convulsed as she reached her climax again.

With my last ounce of strength, I ejaculated, shooting every last drop into her vagina. The spasms were even more intense than before; I'd never seen such an orgasm. I was both excited and worried about her health. I slowly sat down and laid her on my lap, letting her lie down. Her vaginal fluids, like rice porridge, still gushed out, mixed with my semen. She was still convulsing, the spasms lasting longer than before. She seemed somewhat unconscious, completely immersed in the pleasure of the orgasm…

I own a textile machinery manufacturing plant. Besides work, I have no other vices, except for a couple of drinks. With improved living standards and a lack of exercise due to busy business, I've started to gain weight before I even turn 40. I'm not bragging, but when I was young, I was 1.85 meters tall and had a very masculine appearance. Several female classmates looked at me differently when I was in high school. However, my physical condition is not the same as it used to be, so I decided to go hiking in the morning.

I've been doing this for more than half a year now. Although my waistline hasn't decreased much, my physical condition feels much better than before I started hiking. The mountain I climbed was within a martyrs' cemetery. There was a martyrs' memorial tower at the top, which was estimated to be over 20 meters tall. On the south side of the tower was an inscription written by Zhu De. There was a walkway about 5 meters wide around the tower, with a 1-meter-high handrail on the outside. There were entrances and exits on all four sides. Usually, hikers would do various exercises on this walkway or on the handrail after reaching the top.

Outside the southeast corner of the railing, there is an unidentified tree with a branch that grows horizontally, about the same height as the railing and about half a meter away from it. When a person sits on the railing, their feet can hook onto this branch, making it a perfect spot for sit-ups. So in the morning, many people line up to do sit-ups there. Whenever I have free time, I also do a few sit-ups there.

I don't go hiking every day; when I'm not traveling for work, I usually go 4-5 times a week. In the past six months of hiking, I've met quite a few men and women who also hike. Among the many women, a young woman gradually caught my attention. She had a natural beauty, very sexy lips, was in her thirties, had fair and delicate skin, and was about 1.63-1.66 meters tall. She maintained her figure very well and didn't look like she had given birth at all (I later learned that she was already forty years old and her son was in junior high school). She was neither fat nor thin, which was the type of woman I liked. Judging from her temperament, clothing, and conversation, she was probably not from an ordinary family. She was dressed very elegantly in designer sportswear, which was both generous and appropriate, and made her look energetic.

She wasn't a talkative person and rarely joked, but after a while, you could still chat with her for a bit. Everyone called her Xia (probably because there were many older people in the hiking group, so everyone was used to calling her that). During our casual conversation, I learned that her husband was the chairman of a very famous local shipping company.

I had met her husband a few times before (during meetings), but I didn't tell them that I knew him. The day the story happened was a Saturday. Because I had a social engagement the previous weekend and slept in late, I naturally woke up late the next day. When I reached the summit, it was almost nine o'clock, and the path was naturally deserted. Around the bend in the path, I saw a woman doing sit-ups in a tree. I went closer and saw it was Xia.

"Hello Xia! Why are you so late today?" I went up to greet her.

"Oh! Hello, my son is going to his grandma's today, and I'm late because I'm preparing some things for him," she answered, panting as she worked.

It was the first time I'd seen her in this outfit. She was wearing blue, tight-fitting mid-length athletic pants (some people used to call them bullet pants) and a loose-fitting yellow short-sleeved sweatshirt. Her shoes were from a famous American outdoor gear brand—I forget the exact name, but I'd bought a pair at their Shanghai store before; they were very expensive. She looked very beautiful in them.

I started doing leg stretches on the railing next to her and said, "You look so pretty today, like a little girl!"

She didn't answer, probably because I was doing sit-ups.

Because she looked really pretty today, I glanced at her a few more times. Suddenly, I noticed that as she did sit-ups, her very full pubic area was clearly visible to me because of her tight pants.

"Oh," I couldn't help but exclaim.

Although I've traveled extensively and seen many women over the years, including some with fuller genitals—generally, fuller genitals are more common in girls, especially young girls—it's astonishing how someone her age and who isn't considered full-figured could have such a full vulva. The world is truly full of wonders. I swear to God, among all the women I've met, I've never seen such a full vulva. It's not just ordinary fullness; because of the thinness of her tight pants, her labia majora are rounded and shapely, quite full, with a voluptuous appearance. Her breasts are separated by a small stream, and even the outline of her clitoris is clearly visible.

Seeing such beauty, my body reacted with a speed I hadn't felt in nearly five years. My little brother below was filled with awe. I looked around and saw no one was there. I moved closer to admire her large, bun-shaped vulva, which I had never seen before. Hey! It was better not to look closely. But once I got closer, my eyes were glued to it.

"Why are you dressed so sexy today?" I started to chat.

I moved even closer, almost within reach, but there was no response.

I was already completely captivated. Suddenly, I reached out and touched her bun-shaped mons pubis. I felt her body tremble as if she had been electrocuted. She immediately stopped her sit-up and rolled off the bed.

She was quite surprised that I, who was usually so well-behaved, would do something like this. Her face turned bright red.

Realizing there was no one else around, I felt dangerous and wanted to leave immediately.

I quickly grabbed her (I was incredibly audacious!). She was momentarily stunned and frantically tried to break free.

My arms were like iron hoops, holding her tightly; how could she escape so easily? As I held her, I immediately tried to kiss her. She turned her head away, but I didn't care. If I couldn't kiss her lips, I kissed her ears, neck, and shoulders—whatever I touched, I kissed, biting and nibbling like a mad dog. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my penis pressed against her lower abdomen—it was incredibly stimulating.

"Stop it…let me go…no…" she struggled fiercely.

At this moment, I truly experienced the power of lust. Her cries acted like an aphrodisiac, further stimulating my senses. Her resistance only intensified my assault, using both my mouth and hands simultaneously.

My frenzied attack only provoked her even more frenzied resistance.

"Let me go...no...no...ah...help me..." she cried, continuing to struggle.

There wasn't a soul in sight, so I wasn't afraid of her screams.

"No...no...let me go...waaaah..." she cried, continuing to resist.

No matter how much she resisted, she was still a woman. Breaking free from the embrace of a 1.80-meter-tall, muscular man like me was no easy feat; all her resistance was futile.

As time went on, I sensed her resistance gradually weakening through my storm-like attacks; a weak woman was ultimately no match for a man burning with lust.

I pressed my lower body against hers, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her lips. However, she refused to open her mouth, making progress difficult. I switched hands to hold her head and continued kissing, freeing one hand to move downwards, trying to slip inside her elastic waistband. Sensing my attempt to penetrate her pants, she immediately switched her hands from pushing me away to grabbing my genitals, attempting to stop my advance. I was fully capable of penetrating her pants, but I still had some sense. The consequences of tearing her pants would be severe. Unable to penetrate her immediately, I touched my large breasts from the outside to temporarily appease her, and then rubbed my hard penis against her lower abdomen.

"Please... let me go... oh... no... oh... please..." Pleading and moans mingled.

I stopped kissing her and lowered my head to kiss her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, I noticed she was trembling. I knew her breasts were particularly sensitive. I continued to nibble, sniff, and kiss her breasts like a leech. Realizing

she wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, she immediately freed one hand to stop my assault on her breasts.

But she made a rather "fatal" mistake. While this somewhat hindered my invasion of her breasts from above, the weakening of the resistance from below allowed me to slip inside her pants. I slid down, finally touching her steamed bun-like treasure, a feat that could land me in jail. The moment I touched it, I trembled with excitement.

This treasure was truly extraordinary, so full and plump. Gently stroking it in my palm, I noticed her pubic hair was sparse, making it feel fleshy. It was truly the first time I had ever experienced such a beautiful vulva. Such a treasure was rare and precious; having found it, I was determined to possess it at any cost.

His palm caressed her steamed bun-like breasts, his three fingers busy as well. His index and ring fingers pressed against her labia majora, while his middle finger nestled in her already incredibly wet and hot vulva. As his middle finger gently slid upwards, touching her clitoris, which resembled a soybean, she trembled even more violently.

"Oh...no...oh..."

he thought, "Damn, this slut is quite sexy." Why is he having such good luck with women today? Is it because I donated to a patient who needed a kidney transplant a few days ago, and God is rewarding me for my kindness? Strange! Her labia majora were much fuller than normal and almost hairless, very smooth. His middle finger kept digging and tugging at her vulva, each swipe eliciting a more intense tremor from her. Her vulva was incredibly wet and slippery.

"Oh...oh...no...oh...let...me...please...oh...oh...no...please...ah..."

She kept kicking my legs, her hands only weakly holding mine. Feeling powerless to stop it, she gradually gave up resisting, tears streaming down her face, a pang of pity rising within her.

"I'm sorry, Xia, I'm completely captivated by you."

I licked away the stinging tears with my tongue, then pressed it against her lips. Wow! This time she barely resisted. My tongue smoothly entered her mouth, like a dragon entering the sea, swirling and intertwining with hers.

Feeling one step closer to success, my confidence grew, and I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Her trembling quickened, a continuous, sieve-like trembling, the secretions (I swear on my honor) overflowing, slippery, wet, and hot.

"Ugh...ugh...oh...ugh...oh..." she groaned with each tremor.

Now it was time for my little brother to make his appearance. I quickly pulled down my sweatpants and underwear, and my now rock-hard little brother sprang forth without a sound, proudly paying homage to her little sister.

"Oh...so good..." I groaned, a mixture of exclamation and a sigh. I couldn't believe men could moan during sex, damn it!

I wanted to pull her pants down a little more so my little brother and little sister could meet, but I encountered resistance again. She held onto her waistband tightly with both hands and refused to let go. Although I had pulled down enough to make her pubic hair peek out, I couldn't get it to work. I didn't dare to pull any harder, afraid of tearing the pants. I could only hook her waistband with my thumb and continue to flick, poke, dig, rub, and massage her vulva, vagina, and labia minora with my middle finger.

"Oh...oh..." I heard her let out a muffled, natural moan.

I felt hopeful and increased the frequency of my tongue rolling and digging.

"Oh...oh...oh...no...oh...ah..." Her body trembled violently in waves, and her moans gradually grew louder.

My fingers slid into her vagina, exploring around, and I began to feel her thigh muscles gradually stiffen.

"Ah...ah...no...ah...ah...no...no...ah..." she moaned more lewdly. "No...ah...no...ah...ah...no...ah..." Her thighs clenched, her buttocks began to tremble rhythmically, and I felt her vagina contracting powerfully.

"Oh...ah...ah...no...ah..."

Her whole body stiffened. "Oh...ah..." With a scream like a pig being slaughtered, her vagina secreted a huge amount of hot, wet fluid.

My already uncontrollable penis, hearing her high-decibel moan, contracted, and a stream of hot fluid gushed out from the tip of my penis, all of it shooting onto her lower abdomen, slowly flowing down her bun-shaped vulva, and even staining her waistband.

Then I slowly released her body, noticing that her hands were covering her eyes and she seemed to be crying again. Seeing this, I felt truly guilty and somewhat at a loss.

There was no other way now. Without even bothering to clean his own penis, he quickly pulled up his pants and pulled out some tissues to clean her up. First, he wiped the semen from her lower abdomen, then worked his way down, cleaning the semen from her waistband. Then, he gently wiped the semen from her pubic hair with the soft tissues.

"It's my fault... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Don't cry... You're so beautiful and sexy, I'm sorry! If you didn't have a husband, I would definitely marry you," he apologized and coaxed her as he cleaned her.

She stood there expressionless, like a wooden statue. After cleaning up the semen, I also cleaned up her vaginal fluids. With a gentle nudge, she cooperated and slightly parted her legs, revealing the treasure that drove me crazy. As I cleaned, I also carefully examined this treasure. This treasure was indeed different from most women. I had never seen such a full vulva before. Against the backdrop of her fair skin, her soft, sparse black pubic hair lay on this mound. Looking down, her clitoris, about the size of a soybean, was half-exposed. Her extremely full labia majora were almost hairless, and her labia minora were slightly purplish and congested. Due to the recent orgasm, her labia majora and minora were slightly parted, and her pinkish-red vaginal opening was still dripping with beige vaginal fluid.

She was probably still not fully conscious after being raped, and she didn't react to any of my cleaning. During the cleaning, I accidentally touched her clitoris, and she jumped up. She was already very sensitive, and now, having just experienced an orgasm, she was even more sensitive.

"I'm sorry...it was an accident...I'm sorry."

As the cleaning continued, coupled with the visual stimulation, I felt my still-uncleaned penis gradually reviving. To let it truly savor the sensation, I slowed down my cleaning, intentionally or unintentionally touching her clitoris and vaginal opening, trying to arouse her again.

After this provocative "cleaning," I noticed glistening vaginal fluid seeping from her opening and closing. This woman was indeed very horny; with a little trick, she immediately reacted again. So satisfying! I thought to myself, "If only this were my wife!" This thought made my little brother even more restless. Strangely, I couldn't believe that my little brother, who had just ejaculated, could react so quickly in such a short time. It seemed that my little brother was reacting differently than usual when he encountered a beautiful little sister.

As my little brother swelled and grew rapidly, I swore to God that I had never touched a woman's genitals before today, including my wife's. At this moment, it was very natural and swift, like a sharp sword, thrusting straight into her "golden dragon."

"Ah...no...oh...oh..."

My hands held her buttocks, my tongue moving quickly from bottom to top, sometimes penetrating her vagina.

"No...no...oh...ah..." The moans rose again like a pig being slaughtered.

This slut's moans are definitely different from ordinary people. Most women, even if they moan, can still control themselves when they first do this with a man they know. But this woman, even though she didn't want to do this with me, couldn't control her sexy nature. She was a complete "slut," only restricted by her family environment or other factors.

"Oh...no...oh...oh...no...ah..." she moaned, trying to push my head away.

As my tongue danced across her lips, her moans intensified, and her body began to tremble again like a sieve.

"Ah...ah...ah..." she screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Her hands, which had been trying to push me away, now covered her head as if afraid I would run away. Her body moved rapidly in sync with the in-and-out motion of my tongue, and her vulva arched as if trying to swallow my entire tongue.

I knew it was time for my little brother to truly enjoy himself, so I immediately pulled down my pants, sat on the ground, and lifted her onto my lap, letting her lie there so I could see her private parts clearly.

"No...no...no...don't..." she cried out, knowing what I was about to do. Her mouth uttered these words, but her body was already completely at my command.

My little brother finally kissed her little sister. I didn't want to enter immediately yet; I wanted to enjoy it outside first, sliding my hard little brother between her clitoris and vaginal opening. Her vagina opened and closed, and at this point, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh ah..." she moaned, pressing her body against my penis, wanting it to enter immediately.

Seeing the time was right, I slowly inserted my penis into her body. She immediately grabbed my arms, moving them back and forth to match my thrusts.

"Ah...ah oh...ah," she howled like a wolf.

She had completely lost her initial reserve; perhaps having experienced it once, she didn't care about another, or perhaps she hadn't truly tasted the pleasure of my penis, and one orgasm wasn't enough.

She had been lying down, but perhaps because her lower body had tasted something new, her upper body felt a little empty, so she sat up, straddling my penis, her arms around my neck, actively moving up and down in rhythm.

Our tongues intertwined, her body sometimes undulating like a water snake, sometimes moving up and down.

"Ah... move... oh... move... move..." She was completely lost in a frenzied state of lovemaking, her wanton nature instantly exposed.

This woman was fucking horny; I'd seen people scream wildly during sex, but never anything this loud or frenzied.

"Is it good?" I asked.

"I... don't... know... oh... oh... so good... so good... oh... so good... move... oh..." She screamed loudly, her vaginal fluids gushing out continuously, making my pubic hair look like it had just come out of the shower.

"Slap... slap..." The sounds of flesh hitting flesh rang out intermittently.

Under her intense influence, I also reached my peak performance. I used all my strength to gradually stand up, hugging her and shaking her violently. My penis moved in and out of her vagina with ease, like a fish in water.

"Ah..." I never knew sex could be so wild, so pleasurable, so intense, so wonderful. The pleasure I

felt was indescribable. After about five or six minutes, I noticed her thigh muscles stiffening, her vagina rhythmically contracting. Knowing her orgasm was imminent, I increased the intensity of my thrusts.

"Oh...ah...!!!" With a scream, she suddenly stopped moving, her whole body convulsing. Her buttocks sank, her vagina contracting rapidly, and a surge of heat seemed to erupt from her core, scalding my glans.

"Ah...it feels so good!" I let out a moan for the first time in my life; it was so wonderful.

"Ah...move...move...move...oh...move faster..." My voice changed, almost like a cry, and another orgasm came.

My little brother, infected by her, dared not slack off and continued to thrust vigorously. After only a few thrusts, I felt her vagina contract again.

With a gasp of "Ah...", my third orgasm of the day was about to arrive.

The moans followed, sounding like howls, almost terrifying. I dared not slacken and increased the intensity of my thrusts even further. I dazedly asked, "Is it good?...Is it good?"

"It feels so good...oh...it feels so good...do it faster...faster...I'm coming again...faster...do it faster...oh..."

The moans further fueled my inner power, and I went on a final, frenzied sprint. Sweat and vaginal fluids mingled together, and our moans blended into one.

"I'm going to come... are you coming?" I asked. "Come on... oh... I'm coming... come on... come on... come on... ah," she cried out as her body convulsed and she came again.

With my last ounce of strength, I ejaculated completely into her vagina. The spasms were even more intense than before. I had never seen such an orgasm; I was both excited and worried about her health. I slowly sat down and laid her on my lap, letting her lie down. Her vaginal fluids, like rice porridge, mixed with my semen, continued to gush out. She was still convulsing, the spasms lasting longer than before. She seemed somewhat unconscious, completely immersed in the pleasure of the orgasm…

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