IV. My One-Night Stand with Celebrity Yang Mi

Chapter Four: My One-Night Stand with Yang Mi
Summer evenings are always so irritating. I don't know if what happened before was right or wrong. Yang Ying still hasn't spoken to me, and I don't know what Zhiling is busy with. Feeling utterly helpless, I went to an inconspicuous bar and found an inconspicuous spot to sit down.
Two drinks made me feel even worse. My feelings for Yang Ying and Zhiling were even more confused. Forget it, I'll just live for the moment. When I looked up, I was surprised to see Yang Ying's sister, Yang Mi. The small round chair at the bar was the perfect prop to showcase a woman's body: she leaned lazily forward, stretching her back, elbows on the bar, swirling an ice cube in her hand. Her buttocks, pressed against the chair, appeared even more rounded, and her legs, bent and resting on the chair legs, looked long and slender in the cold light of the bar.
After finishing the rest of my drink, I went over. "Want to have a drink with me?" She looked up, glanced at me, recognized me, and without greeting me, ordered another drink. We both seemed to have something on our minds, and neither of us spoke, just drinking glass after glass. After seven or eight glasses, I put down my glass, staring intently at her, partly because of her allure, and partly because we'd been drinking too fast and I wanted to rest.
She also put down her glass and said, "Why are you going to bars to find sex partners? You men are all the same. Wasn't the inflatable doll I gave you last time good enough?" She was as direct as ever, asking this because she didn't know about my affair with her sister, Yang Ying. Damn it
, this damn woman, I used her as a test subject for her sister Yang Ying, and I even opened her bag while I was at it.
"Hehehe! Tried it, it's quite a unique experience!"
Perhaps Yang Mi didn't expect me to be so frank; I could sense her pause for a moment. "
Really? What's it like?" "
Damn it! You dare ask me how it feels? What wouldn't I say?"
"Hehehe... That's amazing, even better than the real thing!"
"Really... really better than the real thing?~~"
"Hehehe... I've never done it with you, so I can't compare~~"
Talking to her wasn't too unpleasant though. Her perfume was very light. We looked at each other for a while, and I suggested taking her home. We went to her car. I don't know much about cars, but I could tell it was a luxury car. She was half-drunk. She opened the car door and gave me a slight smile. Under the flickering neon lights, her slightly upturned buttocks, her lowered waist, and her breasts pressed against the car door looked even more alluring. I couldn't help but pretend to help her up. This action wasn't frivolous, but I still felt a subconscious expectation. I leaned down and rested her against the car seat, my feet outside, but my body reluctant to leave. I stared at her flushed face and gently brushed a few strands of hair back from her forehead.
Her long hair was soft and smooth. Her lips parted slightly, her warm breath brushing against my flushed face. I hesitated, the cramped car making me even more irritable. Was this a signal? Or a test? I forgot my initial intention…
This is Yang Ying's sister, I told myself.
I slowly backed away, but her little finger hooked my hand…
A woman had already done everything she could…
I hugged her tightly. I turned sideways and held her tightly, my lips on hers, one foot still outside the car. I was so forward, but my waist was held back by the gear shift. I struggled to maintain this position, preventing the passion from escaping through the gaps in our embrace. My tongue roamed in her mouth, or rather, was pushed from one place to another by her tongue. But these small worries had long since evaporated in the warmth of the car. I finally managed to squeeze my other leg in, between her legs. "Ah," she cried out, the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs hurting from the pressure. She spread her legs, making me kneel on the car seat. She removed one hand from my lower back and pressed down on me, but then I felt a sudden weight lift off me, and I slid down. She had adjusted the seat back; I really liked this car. As I was surprised, she lifted my ribs with her hands. So I relaxed slightly, adjusted my position, and placed my left leg between hers, half-kneeling and waiting for her next instruction. Her eyes glanced at the car door; I gently pulled it closed, then touched the window to make sure it concealed all my desire. The woman before me was waiting, and I knelt between her legs. I removed her top, then carefully rolled her skirt up to her waist with my palms. My hand then slid down her lower abdomen, my thumb circling her navel, before pulling up the strap of her panties. The strap left a faint pattern on her waist. It was a thin, transparent lace panty. The panties covered her abundant pubic hair, appearing very soft. I kept pressing there with one hand, while the other went to unbuckle my belt. My penis was impatient, straining against my underwear. She understood, bending her legs and twisting her waist to pull her underwear down to her thighs. I pulled my underwear down too, lifting my knee to pull both of our underwear up to our calves, then my other knee, until the two pairs of underwear rolled together and fell to the ground. In the darkness, my hands replaced my eyes, further accelerating my hormone secretion. Her labia majora, hidden in thick pubic hair, trembled slightly, the two wrinkled and thick skin already a little wet. I suppressed my erection and continued exploring. I didn't want my first time to be rushed and hasty. This beautiful ginseng fruit needed to be savored slowly. Touching two rows of tender, moist little flesh.
"Ah!" She let out a short cry again after enduring so much.
I swallowed, spread her legs, then hugged her waist and buttocks, pressing down on her. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around my neck, waiting for the final thrust. We kissed passionately again, our tongues entwining, then slipping from the corner of her mouth, gliding over her eyelids… this was my favorite part… then flowing from the corner of her eye to her ear, wetting her hair, taking her earring into my mouth, and then licking her collarbone down her neck. There lay hidden depths of womanly sensuality, though not particularly slender. Meanwhile, my hands were working her breasts. My thumbs tugged at the straps, pulling the upper part of her dress down to her waist. Her snow-white body was divided in two by the black dress. Then, guided by her, her bra fell off, revealing a pair of proud, large breasts, gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Her nipples, small as cherries, were repeatedly licked and played with by my lips, while the other was pinched between the index and middle fingers of my right hand, rubbing back and forth, pulling it up and pressing it back in, before I opened my mouth wide to swallow her entire left breast. Her breathing quickened, her ribs seemed to make her even more sensitive, so my hand slid from her breasts to her crotch. She stretched out her arms to let me caress her freely; her armpits had little hair and smelled of fragrant sweat.
She couldn't hold back any longer, twisting inward, opening her legs and hooking them around my hips, her palms rubbing my glans, guiding me into her paradise. She lifted her waist, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, thrusting my massive member into her gates again. My penis felt the slight itch from the pubic hair brushing against it, then the fleshy labia majora, and further on, that warm, mysterious garden.
"Ah, ah!" This time I didn't stop, but used my waist and arms together to achieve perfect intercourse.
"So big..."
I freed my hand to tease her clitoris, my glans feeling the warm current from her labia minora. Then I continued my previous movements, my penis sliding in with a push and a suck.
She cried out "Ah!" again, this time the sound was long and melodious, but still restrained.
My penis felt pressure and heat from all sides. My epididymis pressed tightly against her labia majora, rubbing against her with each thrust, the pubic hair making soft, rustling sounds, and my genitals slapping together in the lubrication of her vaginal fluids. The vagina seemed uneven, winding and warm, comfortable. I was back. I felt an unprecedented sense of ease. The vagina was like a uterus, the vaginal fluid like amniotic fluid; my penis had returned to the womb in my place. People say you need a rectal thermometer to take your temperature, but at this moment I felt a vaginal thermometer would be truly accurate; only here could I feel the warmth of life. The contractions of the vaginal walls, the soft moans, the throbbing of her pulse resonated with the thrusting.
She breathed in, I breathed out, in and out, in and out—we had found our rhythm.
I thrust again and again, trying to return my entire body to its place.
I growled in a low, impatient voice, but she remained restrained, opening her mouth wide to minimize air friction against her vocal cords. The more she did this, the more excited I became, thrusting even more rapidly and forcefully. She arched her back, hugging my neck tightly.
This intimate action, however, disrupted the perfect union of our genitals. I gripped her waist tightly, trying to pull her away, increasing the force of my hip thrusts and speeding up the pace.
The car seat creaked and groaned. Each time my penis reached its deepest point, I swayed her hips, making them rub together vigorously, and she responded with a rhythm in the opposite direction.
My penis thrust left and right inside, pubic hair tugging at each other on the outside, bringing nerve-stimulating pleasure. Her chin rested on my shoulder, her rapid breathing and warm breath stimulating me even more.
Her large breasts were pressed flat against my chest, the occasional friction of our nipples adding to the eroticism. She must have been enjoying it, because I thought I heard her laughing. So I used my last bit of strength for a final sprint, knowing my penis would soon erupt, and so would hers. The contractions of her inner walls accelerated my climax. She realized this and wanted me to ejaculate outside, but I selfishly held her tightly in my arms.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. The more I held back during ejaculation, the greater the pleasure, and I had already relented, fulfilling my promise of keeping my semen locked inside. I thrust my penis deep inside her one last time, rubbing hard, and under the pressure of her vagina, I ejaculated. The hot semen triggered her orgasm; she let out a long cry and released a warm gush. Semen and vaginal fluid filled her vagina with each contraction, and my penis reveled in the hot, moist vagina. The liquid flowing down her thighs gave me a slight chill, but it only made that area feel even warmer. I relaxed and sank onto her. Slowly, our breathing calmed, and we smiled at each other. She tried to break free and put her clothes back on, but I held her even tighter. She smiled knowingly; she understood. Neither of us was satisfied yet.
I found the key in her handbag, opened her security door, and helped her into the living room. As soon as we entered, we kissed passionately again. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, searching for her soft, smooth tongue, but she maintained a girlish reserve, letting her tongue slide across my tongue like a slippery eel. I chased her tongue for a long time until I caught it, pressed it down, and forcefully sucked the fragrant juices from her mouth. Her body trembled, arching her back against my chest. I could even feel the heat emanating from her slightly protruding nipples. I knew she wanted it, and I kissed her trembling lips even more passionately. One hand encircled her neck, while my right hand gently slid down to her breast, rubbing her nipple with my index finger and thumb, slowly hardening it. I lowered my head, kissing her neck again, while my right hand squeezed her breast more firmly. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she began to moan softly.
I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts bounced free, as luscious as ripe peaches. Then I gazed at her shapely breasts, and couldn't help but gently caress them with my hands. Her supple, youthful flesh trembled... I gently moistened them with my tongue, kissed them with my mouth, kissed her lips, her neck, and then kissed her swollen, red breasts. Her moans came in waves, and as I gently stroked the inside of her thighs, her thick body hair was like an adventurous jungle of desire waiting for me to explore. My tongue lightly teased her private parts, and she suddenly let out a wild, loud moan. I inserted my tongue to explore her depths, and she trembled and moaned even more. I opened my mouth and greedily sucked in the thick love juice, which gushed out like a burst dam, making her entire private area sticky and wet.
I straightened up and entered again, this time penetrating smoothly. The warm, fleshy walls enveloped my penis, and waves of heat surged from my lower body, the excitement rising higher and higher. I slowly thrust in and out, her face flushed crimson, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, her mouth emitting continuous moans. I increased the pace of my thrusts, and her cries gradually rose higher and higher until they reached their peak. I slowed down, the lingering echoes of her deep, secluded valley swirling around me, soon rising again. I was like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, leading the symphony of desire, letting the passionate music run wild in the realm of sex. The music sometimes soared, sometimes lingered, but it was the most moving symphony I had ever heard in my life.
I felt a trembling excitement from my lower body, the clenching muscles shooting up my spine to my head. I thrust my penis harder, letting my lower body muscles contract and relax to their fullest extent. Her moans and cries rose to the heavens, mingling with our heavy breathing as semen gushed out, gushed out, and gushed out again. After a few wild, lewd cries, she slowly calmed down.
I lay down beside her, but she turned over and faced away from me. After a while, I heard soft sobbing. I turned her around so she was facing me, and she was crying with her head down.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Was this a one-night stand? I feel a little guilty, a little remorseful, but mostly excited,"
she whispered. I pulled her into my arms, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep. My mind was a mess. First, I had the good fortune to sleep with Yang Ying, then I slept with Yang Ying's best friend Lin Chi-ling, and now I'd slept with Yang Ying's sister, Yang Mi. I drifted off to sleep.
To be continued ...

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