The story that happened a few days ago

The first time I saw her on the mutual aid forum, she was truly beautiful, like a lyrical poem. She exuded girlish innocence and youthful charm. What impressed me most were her clear, lake-like eyes and her long, fluttering eyelashes. They seemed to inquire, to care, to greet. In the photo, she rested her chin on her hand, gazing thoughtfully. That gentleness, that beauty, that allure,

lingered in my mind. Looking at her photo every day, I couldn't help but write my first letter. I never expected her to reply so promptly; my excitement was palpable. To have someone to think about in this vast sea of people, or someone worth cherishing, loving, and waiting for, is a kind of happiness; waiting is also a kind of beauty. After a long wait, I finally got the opportunity to go to Shenzhen on a business trip. After a year away from Shenzhen, stepping onto its soil again, I forgot all about its prosperity and old friends, because my heart was only filled with my beloved.

I spent the whole day running errands and constantly texting my brother to discuss meeting up. He was understanding of my tiring business trip and agreed to come to Luohu after work – I was so touched! Finally, at 6:00 PM, I finished my business, and my brother told me he had already driven from home and would arrive in about an hour. At that moment, I truly felt what excitement was; my heart was pounding. In that hour, I quickly ate dinner, went to the pharmacy to buy condoms, and then my phone rang. They had arrived and were resting on the sofa in the lobby. My brother told me to go to my room first, and they would follow shortly. As I entered the elevator, I eagerly texted my brother my room number.

The hotel room was so spacious; tonight was definitely going to be a sleepless night. Five minutes felt like five years. Finally, I heard a knock on the door. The door opened, and there was only my brother; my boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Just as I was about to give up, my boyfriend appeared – hehe, apparently he was hiding because he was shy! My brother is a real heartthrob. My darling has cascading long hair, a slender figure, a classic oval face, intelligent almond-shaped eyes, and a composed and dignified air that would make even the most mischievous person swoon.

The air conditioning in the room was on full blast, and I felt a little hot, probably from nervousness. My brother probably noticed and tried to lighten the mood. After chatting for about half an hour, he told me to go shower alone in the bathroom. I so desperately wanted to shower with her, haha, but he insisted, showing how attentive and gentle he is to his wife. I was in the bathroom for no more than ten minutes. Then, my brother led my darling into the bathroom. About twenty minutes later, the door finally opened. My darling was wearing red lingerie, looking so light and graceful. The lingerie was as thin as silk, her perfect figure faintly visible, like a red cloud drifting in from the horizon. She shyly lowered her head, her smile the most captivating thing about her—her thin lips smiled, her long eyes smiled, and her two dimples smiled too. As the three of us lay on the bed, I to my darling's right and my brother to her left, the air seemed to freeze.

My darling had her eyes slightly closed, and my brother pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her and tenderly kissing her. I was completely mesmerized. In her shimmering, flowing hair, in her delicately arched eyebrows, in her bright, clear eyes… you were so beautiful and lovely! I gently kissed her shoulders and arms as well. How could the verdant willow branches compare to my darling's hair; how could the emerald ripples compare to her eyes? It felt as if the whole world was forever bathed in the bright sunshine of spring. How could my darling's slender, petite body resist the temptation of two handsome men? My darling's slightly parted mouth began to moan with pleasure. I began to move downwards, finding the bud among the lilies, and gently kissed it through her transparent panties. My darling's moans grew louder, her legs spread wider, as if to tell me that even the thinnest panties were superfluous at this moment. I gently pulled down her panties. My darling's vulva was so beautiful. Even though she'd had a child, the color was still so rosy, and her love juice was still so fragrant, clear, and pure. I used my best skills, first gently licking open her labia with my tongue, spending a lot of time licking them, sometimes lightly biting, sometimes holding them in my mouth. Then my tongue swept back and forth between the labia, sometimes gently probing into her honey pot, sometimes lightly touching or holding her most sensitive spot. She couldn't stand my tongue's attack, tightly gripping my head, her legs clamping even tighter; I felt like I was suffocating. My brother was no longer on the bed; he was acting as a photographer, recording every angle, every detail, along the bed.

My darling was moaning joyfully, calling out, "Husband, I want it, come quickly." My brother set up the camera, climbed onto the bed, aimed at her honey pot, and easily thrust in. My brother is a real pro. He started with gentle movements, rubbing and circling, then moved with tremendous force, each thrust seemingly imbued with boundless power. I kissed my darling's little mouth, caressing her perfect breasts. Suddenly, she pushed me away, breathing heavily, her body tense, her hair disheveled, her head swaying from side to side. Her rosy face told me she had reached her climax. My brother withdrew, giving her to me. Excited and trembling, I aimed at that place I had longed for day and night, finally entering her body. At that moment, I truly wanted to thank her. Although she had already reached her climax once, it was so hot, so tight, so comfortable. My seemingly innocent darling had melted both of us. No matter what position we adopted, she experienced that ecstatic pleasure. I can't remember how many times her body tensed and trembled, or how many times my brother and I took turns attacking. The camera not only recorded the beautiful sounds but also various close-up shots: the men thrusting, the woman moaning... That night, my brother did it twice, I did it twice, and my darlings definitely didn't do it four times, maybe ten or more.
Why must we embrace forever when we've met? I miss you all!

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