Even respectable young women go crazy

My acquaintance with him was purely accidental. His patience, wisdom, and sincerity left a good impression on me. We both love words. Several months of communication brought joy to each other's lives. As he said, I was his sunshine! We met. It was a winter evening. It felt like we had known each other for a long time. He led me to his apartment. It was a one-bedroom unit. The apartment was quite messy. He had me sit on the edge of the bed and put my luggage away. I looked around the room. There was only one bed. The outer room was the living room with a worn-out sofa. He had mentioned on the phone that the sofa could sleep one person. I felt a little relieved. We went out for dinner. He took me for a walk around the neighborhood, bought some things he thought I would like to eat, and then came back. In his apartment, we felt very awkward. Although we were completely uninhibited online and on our phones, we both wanted to make a good impression on each other in person. I saw it was only 9 o'clock, so I said I was going out to call home. He nodded and said he would wait for me at home. I made several phone calls from the street to let him know I was safe. The winter nights here are very cold. I breathed in the crisp, cold air, my heart pounding. What kind of night would this be? Countless times, we'd kissed on the phone. When I was sad, he always cared for me with unwavering tenderness, telling me he was still there for me, that he loved me. He often pretended to be silly and let me tease him, then, annoyed, he'd say if he saw me, he'd hold me tight and kiss me to death! He'd just finished a call from home when I got back. I glanced at the bed and awkwardly said I'd stay in the living room tonight. He hesitated, then said, "It's okay, I'll stay in this bed. I just washed your blanket. It's clean." I blushed and said, "Didn't we agree to sleep in the living room?" He smiled, patted my head, and said, "It's cold here in winter. There's only one heater, I'm worried you'll get cold!" "Then, then you can't tease me..." I felt my face turn even redder. "Don't worry, I won't. We'll each have our own blanket, okay?" He smiled at me. His eyes held that familiar, deep affection. After washing up, I immediately crawled into the inner bed. He finished using the bathroom, took off his coat, and got into bed too. He sat in his own bed, intently examining me. Seeing me huddled under the covers, he chuckled softly, ran his hand across my forehead, and said, "Why are you sleeping with your hair in braids?" He gently untied the hair tie. He looked at me even more intently, my hair loose. I felt embarrassed by his gaze and buried my head under the covers. He said, "What's wrong? You can't sleep like that. Show your face!" He pulled the covers down further, forcefully exposing my features. I mischievously tried to hide under the covers again, but he stopped me once more. And so, he gazed deeply at me. We each had our own blanket. He sat. I lay there, my eyes darting around, watching him intently, and we both tried to understand each other. Later, he told me many jokes to amuse me. We were back to our online relationship. Later, he lay down too. We lay side by side, each covered by our own blankets. He was still looking at me. I could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats. Finally, he threw off his blanket, slipped into mine, and said calmly and firmly, "Let's sleep cuddling!" Before I could say anything, he pressed himself against me, his arms wrapped around me, his body pressed tightly against mine. I exclaimed in panic, "How can this be? Didn't we agree?" He said seriously, "Didn't you say you'd let me hold you?" I tried desperately to break free, "I was just joking with you before!" "Who was joking? I said I'd hold you while we slept!" My mind went completely blank. I didn't know what to do. Although I trusted and liked him completely, there were countless examples of things falling apart online. Who could guarantee I wouldn't encounter a bad guy? Besides, my period hadn't completely stopped today! He held me tightly, letting me feel his warmth, his strength. Just like we'd described countless times in our virtual world, he wanted to hold me forever, to smell me. Slowly, one of his hands went around my waist, while the other freed itself to stroke my shoulder and arm. He gently said, "Nice arms!" I knew. He had longed for my body for so long. He once asked, "Are your breasts big?" I shyly told him they were quite full. His hand gradually moved down, caressing my most sensitive breasts. I felt his breathing quicken. He gently stroked them in circles, even through my underwear and thermal undershirt. My bra was made of thin cotton, and I felt a tingling sensation, involuntarily letting out a soft moan! He gently kneaded and rubbed them. My body began to heat up, and before I knew it, the bra clasp had loosened from our friction. As if summoned, he slipped his hand inside my clothes. His large hand gently covered my breasts. My breasts were beautifully rounded and full, with slightly upturned pink nipples. His hand continued to caress my white breasts, gently pushing them upwards, like creating an alluring wave. I blushed, watching my breasts rise and fall under his caresses. I began to desire him! He placed his fingers on my tender, blushing nipples, gently teasing them. I moaned in pleasure. Like a mischievous child, he teased her, sometimes gently pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing... My whole body felt weak and pliable. Finally, he buried his head deeply into my body, and I felt an inexplicable comfort. He cupped my full breasts, gently kissing and inhaling them... Watching him passionately and attentively kiss my snow-white, full breasts, I began to feel moved by the primal worship a man has for a woman. He kissed gently from the outside, his lips and tongue as light and moist as a kitten's steps, making me feel the boundless desire hidden within my full breasts. Gradually, his kisses enveloped the center, and suddenly, he kissed my long-awaited nipple, gently licking it with his tongue, teasing and licking it. My body began to heat up! His tongue circled the nipple, then sucked it tightly. The slightly upturned nipple was greedily held and sucked by him. My body trembled slightly, trembled. I couldn't help but moan softly. He continued to suck greedily, as if trying to suck away all my love and longing. He cupped my breasts and kissed them passionately, from left to right, then back to left. It was as if there were inexhaustible treasures to be found! My body began to yield to his caresses. After kissing my breasts, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pressing his body against mine, as if trying to pull me into his embrace. Having known each other for over a year, he was thrilled to finally hold me in his arms. He gently rubbed his face against mine, kissing my neck. His face was hot, and mine was burning hot too. He became even more excited, rubbing his burning cheeks against mine playfully, saying, "What's wrong? Your face is red? Why is your face red?" Then, smiling, he held my cheeks, gazing deeply into my eyes, and leaned down to kiss my lips. Like sucking on a breast, he kissed me passionately, constantly inserting his tongue into my mouth. At first, I resisted, but later I gently responded. He kept kissing me, as if fulfilling his vow to kiss me to death! The kiss lasted a full ten minutes, and he still didn't want to let go. Later, I cried out in pain, and he reluctantly let go of me. He looked at me excitedly. I knew that his hesitation in lowering my defenses was a testament to his character. He meant what he said! He had promised he wouldn't take advantage of me. After some loving cultivation, I became even more attached to his body. I pressed myself against him, and he embraced me with his strong arms. I gently rested my head on his broad chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat! He looked at me tenderly, his eyes filled with deep longing. I was suddenly moved, and hugged him tightly, feeling his breath. As if receiving a hint, he gently pulled down my long underwear. I had an alluring, pert bottom, which he gently caressed, his eyes continuing to entice me. I said hesitantly, "Today, today isn't convenient..." He paused, then gently probed into his underwear: "Your period? What bad timing. It's okay." He immediately concealed his disappointment, gently patted my back, and kissed me. Then he pulled down his own underwear, revealing his bright red, swollen penis. It turned out he had been unable to restrain himself for a long time. He smiled at me, gently rubbing his penis against my face, my mouth, and my breasts. It was hot. I had no technique whatsoever, and looked at him shyly. He laughed, gently rubbing his penis, experiencing pleasure while looking at me affectionately. I knew that at that moment, I was the fulcrum of his imagination. As the frequency increased, he suddenly stood up, holding his penis, and asked me where I wanted to ejaculate. I panicked and at a loss. Then, he decisively ejaculated on my beautiful breasts. It was scalding hot, sticky and wet. Afterwards, he quickly wiped my body clean, taking the opportunity to caress and tease my breasts again. Then he wanted to hold me and put me to sleep. I couldn't fall asleep in his arms. He turned on the light and chatted with me. He asked me lovingly about my life. Touching my cheek, he asked if I liked him. These questions, which had been asked countless times in text messages and online, were asked again carefully that night. I clung to his body. He held me tightly. He felt the heat in my body. He kissed my whole body again, comforting me. His most touching quality is that he always knows what I need. His kisses intensified my feelings. I clung to him, entwining myself around him. He sensed this and hesitated. I said, "I want you, I want..." He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then just a gentle push and you're done?" I nodded.Because I was already wet, he entered easily. He was incredibly excited at that moment. He gently rubbed against me, looking at me with excitement, saying, "It feels so good, really good!" Watching him enjoy himself so passionately, I realized how much I loved him. His eyes were so clear and bright. I saw him at the peak of pleasure, wanting me ecstatically; his eyes were filled with me—my shy self, my self-sacrifice for love, my self-loved self, my self-loved self, and my own overwhelming excitement! With the change in the intensity of his movements, he suddenly hugged me tightly, his hands gripping my buttocks as he ejaculated. A wave of heat surged through my body. I knew we truly loved each other! After I finished ejaculating in the bathroom, we were a harmonious couple in bed. He held me close, breathing easily. The feeling of love invigorated him. He exclaimed with delight, "It feels so good inside me!" He stared intently at my genitals, as if discovering a new continent, and exclaimed, "Seriously, women with perky butts are so comfortable!" He kissed me, teasing me, "Now I know why you have to find a woman with a perky butt. It feels so good to fuck her!" I smiled and glared at him, pretending not to notice. He became even more audacious, burying his face in the blankets and kissing my buttocks. I laughed out loud, and suddenly straddled him. He made me sit properly, and since I was still wearing a sanitary napkin, he had to let his penis press against my vulva through his pants. He gently removed all my tops, admiring my naked upper body. I knew I had a pair of enviable breasts and a slender waist. And a perky butt. My friends always teased me about my figure! I had never felt that way before, but now, under his gaze, I began to feel a little proud. He held my waist in his hands, gazing at me like a cherished work of art. I leaned down and wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly approaching him. He inhaled my fragrant scent, almost intoxicated! His eyes were full of longing and affection. He looked at me intently. We kissed, a long, sweet kiss, like honey! I felt dizzy. I felt hot. From my cheeks to my throbbing breasts, to my genitals… waves of heat washed over me, I felt like I could fly! My breasts, like two snow-white doves, were so close to his face. His breath quickened. He began to caress those full breasts with both hands. Countless times, he had imagined them to be this beautiful! Round, smooth breasts, adorable pink nipples like little, dewy beans. He held them with utmost affection. The full breasts seemed to want to escape his grasp. Their elasticity seemed to proclaim their unparalleled fullness to him. Like ripe pomegranates, they seemed about to burst open under his caresses. He excitedly stroked his breasts. Unlike before, now I was leaning down towards him. This way, my entire breasts bounced before his eyes. So full, so alluring! His whole palm conveyed the warmth of love to my breasts, he gently caressed these two white, round beauties as if sculpting a work of art. He would sometimes pinch lightly, sometimes grip tightly. He would lightly tap my nipple with his thumb, then rotate it. I cried out as if he had flipped a switch. I felt my lower body gushing with love fluid, and my body began to writhe. His movements became more intense, kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples harder. With my moans, his movements became faster and faster. Suddenly, he leaped up and sucked on my nipple like a powerful suction cup. My breath caught in my throat! His tongue rubbed against my nipple forcefully. The wetness of his saliva made the pleasure intoxicating. I finally lost control of my body and began to twist and rub my clitoris back and forth. He held my upper body tightly, sucking on my nipples forcefully. His hands held my breasts, keeping them full and plump. Sometimes he would bite my nipple tightly, sucking fiercely with his lips, ignoring my painful cries, as if trying to melt away my desire. He would gently caress my full breasts, as if I were intoxicated by this snow-white, smooth, gentle haven. I was going crazy! I was going crazy, moaning ecstatically, almost crying. I could almost see the two full pomegranates on my chest about to burst open under his licking. My snow-white breasts grew fuller and rounder! My nipples stood up higher and higher, pink and dripping with moisture. He kept kissing my breasts. He sucked on my pink nipples passionately, licking the fountain of happiness that was about to burst forth. My body suddenly convulsed, as if struck by an electric current of happiness. I saw the pomegranate heads finally burst open with happiness, revealing several glistening seeds that sparkled in the sunlight! I reached my climax. I collapsed weakly against him, covered in sweat. He held me tightly, breathing heavily with me. He gently brushed his lips against mine and asked, "Do you like it?" I nodded breathlessly. He hugged me tighter and asked again in my ear, "Is it comfortable?" I buried my face in his chest and murmured an "Mmm," not wanting to come out! That night, we held each other tightly and slept soundly and sweetly! In the following days, he went to work during the day and would hug me tightly as soon as he got home at night, thrusting his lower body against me repeatedly. Even through his thick winter clothes, I could feel the burning passion inside! We were a pair of inseparable lovers. My period wasn't over yet. For my sake, he insisted on not penetrating me. He just caressed me again and again. When he couldn't bear it anymore, he would look at me affectionately while taking care of himself. Once, his penis was painfully swollen again. Its bright red shaft rubbed against my face and my lips. I saw it round and hot, yearning for me, and couldn't help but kiss it. As if he had received a hint, he eagerly put his penis into my mouth. I gently took it in. It was burning red, like a steel rod heated to the brim, rubbing and thrusting vigorously in my mouth, wanting my lips to comfort and caress it. It was so big, filling my entire mouth. I looked up at it with difficulty; its eyes were so urgent, it desperately needed me. It loved me! I tried to envelop its enormous size with my lips, gently stroking its head, its glans, its straight body with my tongue, just like how it had caressed my nipples last night. I gently teased it with my tongue, entwining it around its glans. It cried out in bliss! Under the caress of my tongue, the glans was full and hard, as if stubbornly resisting the tip of my tongue! It cried out in bliss, murmuring, "So good! So good!" A sense of accomplishment welled up within me. I kissed its glans hard, savoring it like a lollipop. The lovely glans shone under the baptism of my tongue and saliva, unable to withstand the entanglement of my soft yet powerful lips and tongue, constantly pushing and squeezing in my mouth, overwhelmed with excitement. He suddenly sped up, his huge penis almost pressing against my throat. I felt a wave of discomfort and almost vomited. He quickly pulled his penis out of my mouth. Milky white fluid sprayed onto my face and lips. It was hot. I squinted, looking at him in a panic. He held his penis, panting and looking at me with ecstasy. After cleaning himself up, he excitedly wiped away the semen, hugged me happily, and said, "Baby, I love you!" My period finally ended. That night, he seemed particularly excited. I took a shower early and went to bed. He finished his work and couldn't wait to wash up and go to bed as well. He powerfully caressed my body, the body I had longed for, the body that belonged to him. No foreplay was needed; I was already wet. He gently pulled down my pants. He stroked my white thighs, gazing reverently at that patch of green grass. He lifted my thighs, making the dense pubic hair and the flowing fluid between them even clearer. He held his throbbing penis, aimed it at that tender spot, and gently probed. He looked at me tenderly, and I appeared flustered and helpless. As if encouraged by something, he thrust into my body. I cried out. "Does it hurt?" he asked gently. I bit my lip and shook my head. He gently and slowly moved in and out of me, letting me adjust. Gradually, the friction inside my vagina felt very comfortable. The previous discomfort vanished. I felt more and more fluid coming from below. The intimate contact between my vaginal walls and his penis made my body swell rapidly. Especially the area in the middle of my vagina, like a wondrous sponge, swelled and grew hotter and hotter, and I felt the fluid constantly gushing out from there. He gazed at me affectionately, focusing intently on his thrusts. I saw his expression of ecstasy changing movingly. As his brows furrowed more and more tightly, his movements became faster and faster. His penis, moving inside me, grew harder and harder, like steel. His gentle expression gradually turned cold and resolute, his brows furrowed, striving to reach the peak of pleasure. I could feel a slight tremor in his strong, powerful movements. I suddenly felt sorry for him and wanted to help him. I tried to match his rhythm, contracting my vaginal muscles forcefully with each thrust, making my already tight vagina grip his penis even more tightly.Its strong, erect member seemed to sense the waves of encirclement and pushing from my penis, pounding against my body like a madman. My fluids increased! That mysterious area inside my vagina was unbearably itchy, gushing out in waves of heat. For some reason, my penis instinctively squeezed it tightly, which excited him even more. His penis, as if enraged, didn't slow down but instead pounded even faster and deeper into my body. Its hardness was determined to conquer me through my penis's constant kneading and pushing. I frantically resisted its attack with my penis's contractions, moaning blissfully, muttering things I didn't know, feeling as if I were flying with pleasure, yet also as if I were dying of pain! In an instant, he shouted, holding me tightly and thrusting deep inside me, deep inside… He finally made the whole world stop! The silent night. Exhausted breathing. Sweat of bliss streaming down my face. At that moment, I also stopped my frenzy, convulsing. The peak of pleasure left me too exhausted to utter a word! I could only feel my lower body trembling uncontrollably, swept by the climax, trembling blissfully with the hot semen he had sprayed out… He lingered, unwilling to leave my body, until his penis shrank and softened. We held each other for a long time, the long-awaited moment finally arriving simultaneously. We were each other's one and only gift from God! After he recovered, he excitedly nuzzled my face and breasts. Like a child, he said, "Wow, this is so good!? No, again, again!" He tried to continue rubbing me with his shrunken, softened penis, still inside me. I smiled and playfully scolded him. It had been so intense, his little penis was still basking in the afterglow, and it slipped out, bringing with it a gush of blissful fluid! It was like a flood! He didn't want to leave me to wipe his sweat, so he held me tightly, still sweaty. I smelled the unique scent of a man's sweat, my heart filled with sweetness. We only had a few days left together. We made love wildly. He started by facing me, then had me lie down and entered me from behind. We became more and more comfortable with each other, and our technique improved. He excitedly hugged me, saying my vagina was deep, tight, and had many folds, which made him feel incredibly good! I had never been with any man other than my husband. I'm not unfaithful. I knew he could give me more sexual satisfaction than my husband, and he also gave me confidence as a woman. His affection for my body completely dispelled any doubts I had about myself due to disharmony in my marriage! He wasn't a promiscuous man either. Before me, he had been with a woman older than him, and they hadn't been in contact for several years. I didn't want to ask. I believed in our relationship. As he said, our sleeping together wasn't accidental. Our deep feelings for each other brought us together. He repeatedly praised the comfort I gave him, saying it was much better than with other women. I believed it was true. On the night before I left, we suddenly became much quieter. I felt a pang of sadness at the thought of parting with him. But when I faced him, I still smiled brightly. After dinner, we walked hand in hand. It was as if we could sense the thousand unspoken words in each other's hearts. He held my hand tightly, as if afraid the cold wind would carry me away. When we got home, I playfully begged him to take a bath with me. He readily agreed. Under the warm water curtain, we gazed deeply into each other's bodies. He pretended to be serious, forbidding me from washing myself. I smiled mischievously. We gently lathered each other with soap. His broad hands caressed my curves. Gently, every inch of my skin, lubricated by the shower gel, enjoyed his caresses. Hot water droplets streamed down my full breasts, and in the steam, my nipples stood even higher. He stared, mesmerized, gently stroking them. My two white, full breasts proudly stood before him, calling out to him. He kept making me touch his burning lower body; his penis was already erect. He kneaded my soft, elastic breasts with both hands, relentlessly thrusting his charcoal-hot penis against my body, my thighs, my pubic hair, as if he wanted to pierce a hole in me! My breasts began to swell rapidly under his caresses. The pink nipples stubbornly erected, defying his desire. He couldn't resist rubbing them incessantly with his fingers. The nipples, massaged by the water and his fingers, became even brighter, more alluring and sweet. He held me tightly, pressing his slippery penis against my vulva, greedily taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking wildly. I held my breath, contracting my stomach, happily pushing my breasts upwards, making them look even fuller, so full they drove him wild! I moaned, unable to resist cupping my beloved breasts in his hands, watching him suckle and savor them greedily like a starving child! I loved him so much! I really, really loved him! At that moment, I couldn't care less about restraint or thought! I longed to give myself to him, I wanted to completely surrender myself to him! He suckled my increasingly swollen, white breasts, rubbing his penis against my clitoris, and I reached my climax again! I went limp! My breasts swelled with my panting, the nipples as bright red as if they had been bleached, erect and proud! She could still want more; her pink nipples, burning with desire, erected again and again, declaring to him that they could still have endless orgasms, refusing to give up no matter how many! But I was utterly exhausted! He was completely oblivious to my fatigue, still frantically holding and kissing me. The showerhead was still spraying, bathwater, sweat, and tears mingling with our love. I gasped for breath, begging him to stop; I wanted to give it to him! His long-awaited penis, as if receiving a summons, instantly entered its most desired place! Because we were in the bathroom, he supported me while thrusting wildly. I almost collapsed, another orgasm erupting with each impact. Just now it was an orgasm from the clitoris and breasts; now it came from the mysterious G-spot of the vagina. I don't know how I discovered the exquisite G-spot so easily. The tiny granules at the tip of the glans rhythmically rubbed against the G-spot. My penis, immersed in the gushing love fluid from the G-spot, thrust wildly. He cried out in pain, his face contorted in a strange way. I've already climaxed once, and although my body still craves it, I can't be too greedy. I love him so much; I need to pay attention to his feelings and reciprocate. My penis moved rhythmically, grasping and squeezing this huge, fiery member. His penis, inside my tender embrace, was as excited as a steel rod, piercing me a little painfully. I happily endured it. Observing his changes, suddenly, he shouted and quickly pulled his penis out, his bright red penis immediately spurting out a milky white, scalding liquid, a full half-meter high! I was stunned. He panted heavily, lost in bliss, staring at me blankly, smiling. We excitedly cleaned each other's bodies. We went to bed. The climax we'd just experienced left us unable to calm down for a long time. The journey of the past few days and the frenzied lovemaking every night had left me with no more energy to give him, to want him. Now I just wanted to talk. To look at him more. Just as he wanted to look deeply into his body! He cherished me immensely; he wanted to etch me into his heart. Long ago, he said he liked me because of my lovely personality and kind character. Will he love me today? We've reached such a beautiful and moving peak. He's begun to love me, and he loves me so much! It's all so deeply conveyed in his eyes! I didn't ask him. I just smiled and looked at him tenderly. He was so powerful, yet so incredibly gentle and considerate. He even teased me on purpose, being silly. How annoying! I sat on the bed in my nightgown, like a mermaid. At that moment, I was filled with radiant maternal love. I let him stare at me blankly. For a long time, we remained in this warm silence... I don't know when, but he gently approached, gesturing for me to lie down, then knelt down and lifted my nightgown. Like a devout believer in worship, he bent down and kissed my belly, gently stroking the thick pubic hair, burying his head deep there, a place that gave him endless pleasure and intense longing. He buried himself deep between my thighs. For a long time. I knew he missed me, he couldn't bear to part with me! I don't know how much time passed, but like a loyal puppy, he began to search, sniffing and kissing affectionately. I was terrified, not knowing what he was going to do. When he kissed my vulva, he lovingly rubbed his face against it, as if it were a precious treasure. Then he carefully teased my labia with the tip of his tongue. I was shocked. This was our dirtiest place, one I wouldn't even touch myself normally, how could he do this? He held me down and continued kissing my large, pink labia. His tongue lightly touched my clitoris. A jolt of electricity shot through my body. I couldn't help but moan. His lips and tongue continued to explore deeper. I felt his tongue like a disobedient eel, nimbly darting between my labia, slippery and powerful. I moaned, "No!" He held me even tighter. The disobedient eel continued to rub against my two pink lips, and I felt like crying with happiness. My voice changed: "No...no..." But he seemed to be pushing his face even deeper, his tongue also diligently swimming to the entrance of my vagina! What was he going to do? He greedily licked and sucked at the entrance. I felt incredibly, incredibly good. It was only then that I realized he wanted to express his love for me in this sacred way."Oh...oh...I love you...I'm yours...forever...really..." I murmured, my voice trembling with tears. I really, really love you! I kept murmuring happily to myself. He sucked on me even harder, as if forgetting the world around him. My lower body started to hurt from his sucking, and I cried out. He realized he was using too much force and hurting me, so he immediately slowed down. His little mudfish began to caress me again, gently rubbing against his beloved labia. He left endless kisses on my labia, his teeth deliberately lightly touching the tender pink flesh. Tense and exciting. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, so I let him invade me at will, closing my eyes happily. He carefully moved his tongue towards my sensitive clitoris. He had seen me being electrocuted when he accidentally touched it earlier, so he knew he couldn't rush things. Now, under his sucking, I was burning with desire; it was time. His tongue gently moved towards my clitoris, and with each small step forward, I moaned happily. I was losing control more and more, moaning from the bottom of my heart, my cries growing louder and louder. I wanted to scream out this pain; I couldn't take it anymore, I really couldn't take it anymore! My tears, like my love juices, flowed uncontrollably. He finally kissed the most sensitive part of my body, it was so small. Although it was already erect, it was incredibly painful. My body trembled uncontrollably, trembling, frantically calling his name, his name!! The gushing fluids also soaked his face, which was completely absorbed in the moment! He pressed down hard on my trembling lower body, kissing it frantically, kissing it… Ah! Suddenly, I lost control and bounced back forcefully! I finally convulsed!! I collapsed helplessly in his hands, letting him suckle frantically, suckle angrily. I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to die! I was willing. I wanted to give him all the strength I had lost. I belonged to him, I loved him, my whole body was his! I really, really loved him. I loved him so much. Even if this is my last breath, I want him to know!! I collapsed, my mind filled only with him, only him! For a long, long time. He gradually regained his senses, raising his sincere face, red and disheveled from the torment of love, breathing heavily in pain, looking deeply into my eyes! We gazed at each other wearily. Suddenly, he smiled like a child, his face bearing the marks of the storm. I gently brushed away the hair clinging to his cheek, lovingly stroking his face, his eyes, his eyebrows, kissing the small scar on his forehead, his tired face, and the lips that had kissed me countless times… I gently embraced him, embraced him tightly! I held him close to my chest, nuzzling him, loving him…

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