Boundless loneliness

I opened the window and saw the snow-capped peaks across the way, snow that never melts. These snow-capped peaks, slumbering for millennia, were so close to me. I thought of Sakura. Was she alright?

There was a knock at the door. I opened it and found her. She said, "My lighter's out, can I borrow it?" "It's on the table, help yourself." She was a clever, icy woman. We'd only met on a train from that bustling city, and in just a day and a night, we'd developed an unspoken understanding, like old friends. Sometimes, the souls of people can connect so easily.

The sky outside the window was so high and vast. A pure, azure blue, almost heartbreaking. I saw an eagle fly by, rising from the valley.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"I know what you're thinking," she said softly. "Let's go for a walk." "Where's your husband? Didn't he come with you?" She said calmly, "He's gone somewhere else, to see his friends." I didn't ask why. On the train, I'd already sensed the coldness between them; it didn't need asking, and it had already crossed a line.

This city was so close to the sky, the air thin. There was the unpredictable night rain and the intense sunlight. We left the bustling city and entered a small street. The street was old and dilapidated, the peeling plaster on the walls revealing the stone and brickwork. The twilight light shone through the broken roof tiles, painting the whole world in an ambiguous hue.

She suddenly stopped and said, "Can you hug me?"

I was taken aback. I saw the pleading in her eyes.

I gently pulled her close and embraced her.

She seemed to be greatly shocked, suddenly hugging my back tightly, her head pressed against my shoulder. I felt a tear slide down my neck.

"This city is too lonely, isn't it?" she said. "We talk to different people every day, exchange ideas, shake hands, hug, and walk together, go shopping, find food, but I don't feel any warmth." I was speechless. This was all the truth.

"Everyone appears so strong on the surface, never revealing their true feelings. Actually, this is a great tragedy.

We're all just pretending, tightly wrapping ourselves up, trying to protect ourselves." She gently released me, faced me, and said, "We're just strangers, aren't we? Why do we only feel safe in front of strangers?" That day, she said a lot. We walked until we reached a small tavern called "Hakka Hotel," a quiet place, quietly and solitarily situated in this secluded corner, waiting only for unexpected travelers like us. We drank together, talking aimlessly over the drinks. She had a high alcohol tolerance. "It's a survival skill," she said.

When we returned, it was completely dark. The streetlights were far apart, the twilight so intense that it stretched shadows far, far away, the shadows lying on the ground seeming to reach the ends of the earth. The air had also turned cold, and she felt chilly. I took her hand and walked quickly.

By the time we reached the hotel, it was midnight. Walking all the way, the cold wind blowing, the effects of the alcohol had worn off considerably. She followed me back to the room, took off her coat, and said, “True warmth still requires a real temperature.

I find it strange that many years ago, I could stay in a room without air conditioning all night with someone, wearing only a men's coat, on a cold, windy night.” “Did you feel cold then?”

“No, I just felt warm, warm all over.”

“The human heart becomes increasingly fragile, and so does the human body. After experiencing everything, one becomes numb in an attempt to protect oneself, but the truth is, one can no longer withstand even the slightest blow.” “Have you ever let a strange woman stay overnight?” “No.”

“Never?”

I was silent. Perhaps, when I met Sakura, she was still a stranger to me. But I had let her stay overnight, even though we didn't make love, it was still a stay.

“Maybe, I have.”

“Then would you let me stay overnight just once?”

She spoke in question form, but her tone was more like a plea.

“I’m just afraid of the cold,” she said. “I haven’t met anyone who can give me warmth since. I know you feel cold too, you’re trying your best to resist, but in the end, we are all defeated.” Yes, we are all defeated. My feigned strength couldn't hide anything from her. Perhaps she was too clever, perhaps my disguise wasn't enough, or perhaps we both knew each other too well. It wasn't worldly affairs, nor social niceties, but the inner turmoil and loneliness.

We both needed warmth.

"After we go back, we'll never contact each other again, right?" She always used a question to say things that left us with no choice. "So, we were strangers before, and we'll always be strangers. We won't be afraid, and we don't need to be defensive. Because we're strangers, we won't hurt each other." "Come here, let me hug you." She was as docile as a kitten, gently climbing onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist, looking into my eyes with a hint of sorrow. I felt her weight supporting my entire body, yet my heart felt empty.

I gently held her, kissing her brow.

She closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly, her lips pouting.

They were small, sensual lips. She breathed softly, and I heard her heartbeat.

"Let's go to bed," she whispered.

I put him on the bed and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Will you think about her in the bathroom?"

"You're so smart, how could you ask such a silly question?"

She laughed, suddenly like a child, "What's so smart about me? I was just kidding." While I was in the bathroom, I heard her open the door and leave.

When I came out, the room's air conditioning was just right, a comfortable temperature for the body.

She was back, having taken off her coat. Her hair was wet, undulating wildly like ocean waves, covering her chest like seaweed. Her black bra had delicate, precise lace trim.

"Take off your underwear," she suddenly commanded. I watched her quietly, and she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then she crawled over and took my underwear in her mouth.

Looking at her lying in front of me, her slender waist, her pert buttocks, her skin smooth as satin, I thought of Sakura again. She took my underwear in her mouth and pulled it down, revealing her pubic hair.

"Ah… I like thick hair." She sighed heavily, then suddenly and violently ripped off my underwear with both hands.

I sighed softly, feeling this moment so ethereal, yet also acutely aware of a primal desire swelling within me.

"Your cock is so long and big..." she seemed to exclaim softly, a sound that was almost a joyful cheer. I reached between her legs, and through her panties, I could feel her vulva was indeed wet.

Black lace gently covered that most intimate area. I pressed against her flat stomach, sliding inside her panties, slowly touching down, feeling a patch of soft pubic hair, then a slippery wetness.

She couldn't help but let out a moan.

I gently touched her clitoris, pressing lightly with my middle finger. She breathed heavily, her legs involuntarily clamping together. She took my penis in her right hand, opened her mouth, and took it in. I felt a wet, soft sensation; her tongue, like a soft little snake, roamed over the head of my penis. Her left hand gently massaged my testicles, then slowly slid down, all the way to my anus.

Suddenly, she rolled over, pinning me beneath her, and said, "Lie down obediently, let me serve you properly." I suddenly felt dizzy, as if I were back in that little house. Sakura smiled wickedly, pinning me to the bed, saying, "Lie down obediently, let me serve you properly." She unhooked her lace bra, her full, ample breasts now freely exposed. I said, "You're a natural enchantress who makes women jealous. Why such a slender waist, yet such breasts?" She breathed sweetly, whispering in my ear, "Be a good girl, just enjoy it." Her breasts pressed against my chest, slowly sliding down, using them to rub my penis gently. Waves of such real pleasure from my body made my penis even harder and more erect. Watching my glans emerge and disappear between her breasts, I felt waves of tingling pleasure. I breathed heavily, involuntarily groaning. Seeing my reaction, she became even more excited, squeezing her breasts together and rubbing my penis vigorously.

She seemed to feel an unusual pleasure as well, letting out a heavy groan. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed, and said, "Do you want to ejaculate?"

I felt waves of intense tingling in my glans, my penis throbbing against her nipples. I couldn't take it anymore; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I opened my mouth, wanting to shout something. She seemed to sense it. "Call me sister, call me sister hard..." she said.

"Sister..."

I cried out, finally unable to hold back. My entire penis throbbed between her breasts, waves of intense tingling coming from the glans. "Sister... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate..." I felt as if an electric current was shooting from the back of my head, down my spine, to my groin, and finally to my penis, erupting at the glans. Then, streams of semen shot out, from between her breasts, onto her breasts, her neck, and some even splashed onto her face.

After I finished, she slowly released her breasts. She lowered her head, gently taking my penis into her mouth, licking it clean, then leaned in and smiled seductively at me. "Are you comfortable?" I felt incredibly comfortable.

I got up and pressed her down forcefully, saying, "Sister, it's time for your little brother to conquer you." She giggled. "Such a sensible child." Her panties were already soaked. I pulled down her panties, revealing her dense pubic hair. She spread her long legs, presenting the whole world to me. I saw her viscous fluid flowing down her small cleft, down to her anus, dripping onto the sheets.

She closed her eyes, letting out pleasurable moans from her nose. I gently parted her thick pubic hair, like lush grass in a field, revealing her rosy labia. Her small clitoris was already protruding, like a tempting fruit. I placed my middle finger on her clitoris, gently pressing it repeatedly, watching her fluid flow from deep within her vagina, like a flood, already submerging her entire groin.

I gently parted her labia, revealing the deep, dark opening of her vagina. She gasped heavily, clutching my head with both hands and pressing it hard between her thighs.

"Hurry, I can't take it," she said.

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her clitoris. She cried out, then wrapped her legs tightly around my neck. I held her thighs with both hands, gently licking her clitoris with my tongue. I felt her sticky fluid flow into my mouth, slightly salty.

"Sis, open your legs a little wider," I said. She softly hummed in agreement. Then I parted her legs, using my thumb to pry open her labia, and stirred my tongue deep inside her vagina. She couldn't help but cry out loudly again. "

Does it feel good, sis?"

"Mmm..." she groaned through her nose, "I feel so good, you idiot, you're making me feel so good..." I didn't know why she called me an idiot. I also knew I didn't need to know any of this; right now, all I wanted was to make her feel real pleasure.

My tongue continued licking inside her vagina, my fingers sliding slowly down to her anus, gently caressing it and tentatively trying to insert them. She seemed to sense it. She said, "Put it in." I knew what she needed. So I slowly inserted my middle finger into her anus, and she cried out, "Ah—!" I pressed gently and rhythmically, and her reaction seemed unusually intense, moaning loudly, "You idiot, you're so good at this…you're making me feel so good…" I pulled my tongue out and licked her clitoris in circles, and she suddenly seemed to be electrocuted. "Ah…idiot, I can't take it…I'm coming…"

"Sis, come on, let me make you climax."

I felt her tremble violently, her legs clamping tightly around my head, her anus contracting in waves, gripping my fingers, and suddenly the fluid inside her vagina gushed out like a fountain. She cried out, "Ah, ah…idiot…I'm coming…I'm coming…"

About ten seconds later, she slowly calmed down, her breathing gradually slowing. Seemingly a little embarrassed, she said, "Am I crazy?" "I like you when you're crazy."

She reached down and squeezed my already hard penis. "Come on, give it to me." She rolled over, lying face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high. Her skin was snow-white, smooth and pure.

I held her buttocks and forcefully thrust my penis all the way in.

She let out an "Ah," followed by a groan from her nose.

I paused inside for a moment, then began to slowly thrust in and out. She turned her right hand over and gripped my hand tightly. My penis inside her wet vagina felt like a fish swimming in a deep canyon; the slippery vaginal walls tightly enveloped my glans, and the waves of contraction gave me such real pleasure.

I watched my penis thrust in and out of her vagina, and in that moment, I felt like I was back in that little house, with Sakura lying on the bed saying, "I want you to penetrate me from behind." She said, "I want to see you penetrate me, I want to see you going in and out of me." She rolled over, straddled me, her back to me, and slowly sat down, holding my penis with her hand. I felt the intense stimulation of her tightly enveloping my penis.

When she was fully seated, my penis was completely inside her. She gasped, "Idiot... I see your penis is all the way in." Then she was on top of me, vigorously stroking my penis. Each time, I felt like I had entered a whole new world, my burning glans seemingly piercing through layers of clouds, finally seeing the brilliant sunlight. The intense, warm wetness enveloped my sensitive glans.

She said, "Do you want to come in from behind?"

I didn't understand what she meant. After she finished speaking, without waiting for my answer, she rolled over, exposing my penis. She grasped it with her hand and stroked it a few times, then lay face down on the bed, sticking her buttocks out, and used her hands to spread them apart, revealing her small anus. Like a blooming chrysanthemum, tightly closed at the entrance, she said, "Put it in here." I suddenly felt an immense stimulation. I had never tried this before. She closed her eyes and forcefully spread her anus with both hands. I finally couldn't resist, guiding my penis to the entrance of her anus and gently rubbing it a few times. She groaned loudly.

My penis was covered in her vaginal fluids, and her anus was already soaking wet; I easily inserted the head.

She seemed to experience a tremendous stimulation and cried out loudly. At that moment, I felt as if I were simultaneously enjoying both physical and mental stimulation, forcefully inserting my entire penis.

She cried out "Ah—," then breathed heavily, saying, "So good…."

I felt her tight anus gripping my penis tightly, a completely different sensation from her vagina; this stimulation seemed even more intense, and I used all my strength to thrust violently. She seemed to feel an even more intense pleasure, and shouted loudly, "Idiot, just fuck me to death..."

The stimulation was so real and intense; each time, I thrust my entire penis in. Her sensitive glans was gripped tightly by her anus, rubbed and enveloped within her rectum. I felt waves of tingling pleasure on my glans growing stronger, and I was about to ejaculate. I said, "Sis, I'm going to ejaculate…let me ejaculate in your anus…"

Suddenly, as if a dam had burst, she cried out, "Ah—you idiot, just ejaculate…I want you to ejaculate in my anus…" I felt her anus contract repeatedly, and then another gush of fluid spurted from her vagina, spraying onto the white sheets. I finally couldn't resist the stimulation; the intense pleasure on my glans instantly spread throughout my body, and my semen gushed out, shooting into her anus.

After I got off her, she turned over and hugged me. We didn't say a word before falling into a deep sleep.

I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of loss, an inescapable loneliness enveloping me.

Looking at her in my arms, her long eyebrows, sleeping so peacefully, like a carefree child. Suddenly, I felt as if I didn't exist.

The air conditioner kept the room temperature just right, like May in Jiangnan, perfect for my skin. But inside, I was a complete blank.

I didn't sleep a wink all night.

The next morning, just as I was about to fall asleep, she woke up. She gently called to me, "Are you awake?" I didn't answer.

She quietly got out of bed, put on her elegant lace lingerie, then thermal underwear, a cotton shirt, and a coat. She tidied her hair in front of the mirror, looking as mysterious and beautiful as the sea. Then she quickly wrote on a piece of paper on the desk. Finally, she left. I felt her glance back at me as she left, and she whispered something, something like, "My name is Shaoyi." But I didn't hear it clearly. I knew she didn't need me to hear it.

After she left, I got up and took a shower. Then I quickly tidied myself up and went out. I didn't look back.

I didn't see what she wrote on the paper on the table. None of that mattered anymore. And we both knew we were strangers to each other, always had been. We needed safety; that was what mattered.

I opened the window and could see the snow-capped peaks across the way that never melted. The snow-capped peaks, slumbering for millennia, were so close to me. I thought of Sakura. Was she alright?

There was a knock at the door. I opened it and found her. She said, "My lighter's out, can I borrow it?" "It's on the table, help yourself." She was a clever and icy woman. We met only on a train from that bustling city, and in just a day and a night, we felt an unspoken understanding, like old friends. Sometimes, the souls of people can connect so easily.

The sky outside the window was so high and vast. Pure and azure, it was heartbreaking. I saw an eagle fly by, rising from the valley.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"I know what you're thinking," she said softly. "Let's go for a walk." "Where's your husband? Didn't he come with you?" She said softly, "He's gone somewhere else, to see his friends." I didn't ask why. On the train, I had already noticed the coldness between them; it didn't need asking, and it had already crossed the line.

This city was so close to the sky, the air thin. There were unpredictable night rains and intense sunlight. We left the bustling city center and entered a small, dilapidated street. The street was old and run-down, the peeling plaster on the walls revealing the stone and brickwork. The twilight light streamed through the broken roof tiles, casting an ambiguous glow over the world.

She suddenly stopped and said, "Could you hug me?"

I was taken aback. I saw the pleading in her eyes.

I gently pulled her close and embraced her.

She seemed to be deeply shocked, suddenly hugging my back tightly, her head pressed against my shoulder. I felt a tear slide down my neck.

"This city is so lonely, isn't it?" she said. "We talk to different people every day, exchange ideas, shake hands, hug, and walk together, go shopping, find food, but I don't feel any warmth." I was speechless. This was the truth all along.

"Everyone appears so strong on the surface, never revealing their true feelings. Actually, this is a great tragedy.

We're all just pretending, tightly wrapping ourselves up, trying to protect ourselves." She gently released me, faced me, and said, "We're just strangers, aren't we? Why do we only feel safe in front of strangers?" That day, she said a lot. We walked until we reached a small tavern called "Hakka Hotel," a quiet place, quietly and solitarily situated in this secluded corner, waiting only for unexpected travelers like us. We drank together, talking aimlessly over the drinks. She had a high alcohol tolerance. "It's a survival skill," she said.

When we returned, it was completely dark. The streetlights were far apart, the twilight so intense that it stretched shadows far, far away, the shadows lying on the ground seeming to reach the ends of the earth. The air had also turned cold, and she felt chilly. I took her hand and walked quickly.

By the time we reached the hotel, it was midnight. Walking all the way, the cold wind blowing, the effects of the alcohol had worn off considerably. She followed me back to the room, took off her coat, and said, “True warmth still requires a real temperature.

I find it strange that many years ago, I could stay in a room without air conditioning all night with someone, wearing only a men's coat, on a cold, windy night.” “Did you feel cold then?”

“No, I just felt warm, warm all over.”

“The human heart becomes increasingly fragile, and so does the human body. After experiencing everything, one becomes numb in an attempt to protect oneself, but the truth is, one can no longer withstand even the slightest blow.” “Have you ever let a strange woman stay overnight?” “No.”

“Never?”

I was silent. Perhaps, when I met Sakura, she was still a stranger to me. But I had let her stay overnight, even though we didn't make love, it was still a stay.

“Maybe, I have.”

“Then would you let me stay overnight just once?”

She spoke in question form, but her tone was more like a plea.

“I’m just afraid of the cold,” she said. “I haven’t met anyone who can give me warmth since. I know you feel cold too, you’re trying your best to resist, but in the end, we are all defeated.” Yes, we are all defeated. My feigned strength couldn't hide anything from her. Perhaps she was too clever, perhaps my disguise wasn't enough, or perhaps we both knew each other too well. It wasn't worldly affairs, nor social niceties, but the inner turmoil and loneliness.

We both needed warmth.

"After we go back, we'll never contact each other again, right?" She always used a question to say things that left us with no choice. "So, we were strangers before, and we'll always be strangers. We won't be afraid, and we don't need to be defensive. Because we're strangers, we won't hurt each other." "Come here, let me hug you." She was as docile as a kitten, gently climbing onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist, looking into my eyes with a hint of sorrow. I felt her weight supporting my entire body, yet my heart felt empty.

I gently held her, kissing her brow.

She closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly, her lips pouting.

They were small, sensual lips. She breathed softly, and I heard her heartbeat.

"Let's go to bed," she whispered.

I put him on the bed and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Will you think about her in the bathroom?"

"You're so smart, how could you ask such a silly question?"

She laughed, suddenly like a child, "Where am I clever? I was just kidding." I heard her open the door and leave while I was in the bathroom.

When I came out, the room's air conditioning was just right, a comfortable temperature for the body.

She was back, having taken off her coat. Her hair was wet, undulating wildly like ocean waves, covering her chest like seaweed. Her black bra had delicate, precise lace trim.

"Take off your panties," she suddenly commanded. I watched her quietly, and she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then she crawled over and took my panties in her mouth.

Looking at her lying in front of me, her slender waist, her pert buttocks, her skin smooth as satin, I thought of Sakura again. She took my panties in her mouth and pulled them down, revealing her pubic hair.

"Ah... I like thick hair." She sighed heavily, then suddenly used both hands to violently rip off my panties.

I sighed softly, feeling this moment so ethereal, yet also truly feeling a primal desire swelling rapidly within me.

"Your cock is so long and big..." she seemed to sigh softly, yet it also sounded like a joyful cheer. I reached between her legs, and through her panties, I could feel that her vulva was indeed wet.

The black lace gently covered that most private area. I pressed against her flat stomach, slid into her panties, and slowly touched down, feeling a patch of soft pubic hair, then a slippery wetness.

She couldn't help but let out a moan.

I gently touched her clitoris, pressing lightly with my middle finger. She let out a heavy breath, her legs involuntarily clamping together. She took my penis in her right hand, opened her mouth, and took it in. I felt a wet, soft sensation; her tongue, like a soft little snake, roamed over the head of my penis. Her left hand gently massaged my testicles, then slowly slid down, all the way to my anus.

Suddenly, she rolled over, pinning me beneath her, and said, "Lie down obediently, let me serve you properly." I suddenly felt dizzy, as if I were back in that little house. Sakura smiled wickedly, pinning me to the bed, saying, "Lie down obediently, let me serve you properly." She unhooked her lace bra, her full, ample breasts now freely exposed. I said, "You're a natural enchantress who makes women jealous. Why such a slender waist, yet such breasts?" She breathed sweetly, whispering in my ear, "Be a good girl, just enjoy it." Her breasts pressed against my chest, slowly sliding down, using them to rub my penis gently. Waves of such real pleasure from my body made my penis even harder and more erect. Watching my glans emerge and disappear between her breasts, I felt waves of tingling pleasure. I breathed heavily, involuntarily groaning. Seeing my reaction, she became even more excited, squeezing her breasts together and rubbing my penis vigorously.

She seemed to feel an unusual pleasure as well, letting out a heavy groan. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed, and said, "Do you want to ejaculate?"

I felt waves of intense tingling in my glans, my penis throbbing against her nipples. I couldn't take it anymore; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I opened my mouth, wanting to shout something. She seemed to sense it. "Call me sister, call me sister hard..." she said.

"Sister..."

I cried out, finally unable to hold back. My entire penis throbbed between her breasts, waves of intense tingling coming from the glans. "Sister... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate..." I felt as if an electric current was shooting from the back of my head, down my spine, to my groin, and finally to my penis, erupting at the glans. Then, streams of semen shot out, from between her breasts, onto her breasts, her neck, and some even splashed onto her face.

After I finished, she slowly released her breasts. She lowered her head, gently taking my penis into her mouth, licking it clean, then leaned in and smiled seductively at me. "Are you comfortable?" I felt incredibly comfortable.

I got up and pressed her down forcefully, saying, "Sister, it's time for your little brother to conquer you." She giggled. "Such a sensible child." Her panties were already soaked. I pulled down her panties, revealing her dense pubic hair. She spread her long legs, presenting the whole world to me. I saw her viscous fluid flowing down her small cleft, down to her anus, dripping onto the sheets.

She closed her eyes, letting out pleasurable moans from her nose. I gently parted her thick pubic hair, like lush grass in a field, revealing her rosy labia. Her small clitoris was already protruding, like a tempting fruit. I placed my middle finger on her clitoris, gently pressing it repeatedly, watching her fluid flow from deep within her vagina, like a flood, already submerging her entire groin.

I gently parted her labia, revealing the deep, dark opening of her vagina. She gasped heavily, clutching my head with both hands and pressing it hard between her thighs.

"Hurry, I can't take it," she said.

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her clitoris. She cried out, then wrapped her legs tightly around my neck. I held her thighs with both hands, gently licking her clitoris with my tongue. I felt her sticky fluid flow into my mouth, slightly salty.

"Sis, open your legs a little wider," I said. She softly hummed in agreement. Then I parted her legs, using my thumb to pry open her labia, and stirred my tongue deep inside her vagina. She couldn't help but cry out loudly again. "

Does it feel good, sis?"

"Mmm..." she groaned through her nose, "I feel so good, you idiot, you're making me feel so good..." I didn't know why she called me an idiot. I also knew I didn't need to know any of this; right now, all I wanted was to make her feel real pleasure.

My tongue continued licking inside her vagina, my fingers sliding slowly down to her anus, gently caressing it and tentatively trying to insert them. She seemed to sense it. She said, "Put it in." I knew what she needed. So I slowly inserted my middle finger into her anus, and she cried out, "Ah—!" I pressed gently and rhythmically, and her reaction seemed unusually intense, moaning loudly, "You idiot, you're so good at this…you're making me feel so good…" I pulled my tongue out and licked her clitoris in circles, and she suddenly seemed to be electrocuted. "Ah…idiot, I can't take it…I'm coming…"

"Sis, come on, let me make you climax."

I felt her tremble violently, her legs clamping tightly around my head, her anus contracting in waves, gripping my fingers, and suddenly the fluid inside her vagina gushed out like a fountain. She cried out, "Ah, ah…idiot…I'm coming…I'm coming…"

About ten seconds later, she slowly calmed down, her breathing gradually slowing. Seemingly a little embarrassed, she said, "Am I crazy?" "I like you when you're crazy."

She reached down and squeezed my already hard penis. "Come on, give it to me." She rolled over, lying face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high. Her skin was snow-white, smooth and pure.

I held her buttocks and forcefully thrust my penis all the way in.

She let out an "Ah," followed by a groan from her nose.

I paused inside for a moment, then began to slowly thrust in and out. She turned her right hand over and gripped my hand tightly. My penis inside her wet vagina felt like a fish swimming in a deep canyon; the slippery vaginal walls tightly enveloped my glans, and the waves of contraction gave me such real pleasure.

As I watched my penis thrust in and out of her vagina, I felt as if I were back in that little room, where Sakura lay on the bed saying, "I want you to penetrate me from behind." She said, "I want to see you penetrate me, I want to see you going in and out of me." She rolled over, straddled me, her back to me, and, holding my penis with her hand, slowly sat down. I felt the intense stimulation of her tightly enveloping my penis.

When she sat down completely, my penis was fully inside her. She gasped, "Idiot... I saw your penis was all the way in." Then she was on top of me, vigorously stroking my penis. Each stroke felt like entering a whole new world, the burning glans seeming to pierce through layers of clouds, finally seeing the brilliant sunlight. Intense, warm, wet sensation enveloped the sensitive glans.

She said, "Do you want to come in from behind?"

I didn't understand what she meant. After she finished speaking, without waiting for my answer, she rolled over, exposing my penis. She grasped it with her hand and stroked it a few times, then lay face down on the bed, sticking her buttocks up, and used her hands to spread her buttocks apart, revealing her small anus. Like a blooming chrysanthemum, tightly closed its gate, she said, "Go in here." I suddenly felt an immense stimulation. I had never tried this before. She closed her eyes and forcefully spread her anus with her hands. I finally couldn't resist, and with my hand, I guided my penis to the entrance of her anus, gently rubbing it a few times. She groaned loudly.

My penis was covered in her vaginal fluids, and her anus was already soaking wet. I easily inserted the head of my penis.

She seemed to be greatly stimulated and cried out loudly. At that moment, I felt as if I was enjoying both physical and mental stimulation at the same time, and I thrust my entire penis in.

She cried out "Ah--", then breathed heavily and said, "So good..."

I felt her tight anus gripping my penis tightly, a completely different sensation from her vagina. This stimulation seemed even more intense, and I used all my strength to thrust violently. She also seemed to feel an even more intense pleasure, shouting loudly, "Idiot, fuck me to death..."

The stimulation was so real and intense. Each time, I thrust my entire penis in hard. The sensitive head of my penis was gripped tightly by her anus, tightly wrapped and rubbed in her rectum. I felt waves of tingling on my glans growing stronger and stronger, and I was about to ejaculate. I said, "Sis, I'm going to ejaculate... Let me ejaculate in your anus..."

Suddenly, as if a dam had burst, she cried out, "Ah—you idiot, hurry up and cum... I want you to cum in my ass..." I felt her anus contract in waves, and then another gush of liquid spurted from her vagina, shooting onto the snow-white sheets. I finally couldn't resist the stimulation; a strong pleasure instantly spread throughout my body, and my semen gushed out, shooting into her anus.

After I got off her, she turned over and hugged me. We didn't say a word and fell into a deep sleep.

I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of loss, an inescapable loneliness enveloping me.

Looking at her in my arms, her long eyebrows, sleeping so peacefully, like a carefree child, I suddenly felt as if I didn't exist.

The air conditioner kept the room temperature just right, like May in Jiangnan, perfect for the skin. But my heart was a blank.

I didn't sleep all night.

The next morning, just as I was about to fall asleep, she woke up. She gently called to me, "Are you awake?" I didn't answer.

She quietly got out of bed, put on her elegant lace lingerie, then thermal underwear, a cotton shirt, and a coat. She tidied her hair in front of the mirror, looking as mysterious and beautiful as the sea. Then she quickly wrote on a piece of paper on the desk. Finally, she left. I felt her glance back at me as she walked out, and she whispered something, something like, "My name is Shaoyi." But I didn't hear her clearly. I knew she didn't need me to hear.

After she left, I got up and took a shower. Then I quickly tidied myself up and went out. I didn't look back.

I didn't see what she wrote on the paper on the table. None of that mattered anymore. And we both knew we were strangers to each other, always had been. We needed safety; that was what mattered.

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