I. I deflowered model and celebrity Yang Ying.

Chapter 1 Trying Every Means to Get to Her
I own a home design and renovation company. Yesterday, I returned from a business trip and found a passport at the airport. We arranged to pick it up today, but Ms. Yang called to say she couldn't come and would have her sister pick it up.
Lost in thought in my office, I heard the sound of high heels. Looking up, I saw a girl with long, flowing hair walk in. She wore a royal blue knee-length skirt, and I was stunned. Her eyebrows were thick and long, her double eyelids were clearly defined, and her large eyes shone with a dreamlike quality. The corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, adding to her charm. She had a straight nose, soft, delicate lips, an oval face, and a distinctive chin. She was so beautiful, so captivating. Strangely,
I also felt a sense of déjà vu. Seeing me speechless, she simply smiled quietly, her slightly parted lips revealing perfectly white, translucent teeth. Yet, the aura she exuded was strangely calm and serene.
I snapped out of my daze: "Miss! You...you're Miss Yang's sister?"
She nodded: "Yes! Mr. Li! I'm here to get my sister's passport!"
Her words were crisp and efficient. I handed her the passport as if it were a royal decree. She thanked me, extending her long, slender, white hand to take the passport. Her fingers were beautifully sculpted; even her fingers were captivating.
She said, "Thank you. My sister doesn't have time. Should I treat you to a meal on her behalf to express my gratitude?
" I replied, "I'm busy today, maybe another day."
She smiled and said, "You're from a home renovation and design company? You must be very professional."
I have a talent for design, and in front of my friends, I always consider myself on par with professionals. But hearing such a beautiful woman ask about this made me blush: "Oh...it's alright..."
She smiled quietly, her captivating eyes looking at me: "I'm thinking of renovating my place. Could you take a look and give me some advice?"
I was momentarily unsure whether to be happy or worried: "No problem, no problem, everyone can take a look..." She
smiled calmly, her expression as still as a still pond: "Then thank you. When are you free? Would you like to
come to my place?"
I said: "Oh! I'm free tomorrow noon, and I'll be free tomorrow afternoon!"
Her big eyes lit up with happiness: "Okay! I'll wait for you at home at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon!"
Then she left her address and phone number, said goodbye, and turned to leave. Only then did I realize that from the moment she entered my office until she left, I hadn't offered her a seat. How rude of me! Looking at her back, her shapely, slender legs under her knee-length skirt, paired with black, about three-inch, navy blue high heels, were breathtaking.
The next day, I arrived at Yang Ying's place before two o'clock sharp. By the way, her name was Yang Ying. Her appearance was dreamlike, even her name was dreamlike. On the way,
my mind wandered seemed to have heard somewhere that women with thick, long eyebrows have a particularly strong sex drive. I wondered... Is that true?
She lives alone and came to open the door herself. I took a closer look at her eyebrows—yes! They were indeed thick and long. But seeing her dreamlike eyes, I suppressed any lewd thoughts in my mind. Before me stood a gentleman.
She told me not to take off my shoes. Ha! She had the same hardwood floors as my house and, like me, didn't like taking off her shoes upon entering.
I walked into the living room. It was a high-end apartment with two bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, decorated in an elegant and simple style. Her master bedroom was white, but the other room surprised me because the entire room... Like a giant wardrobe, it was overflowing with all sorts of clothes, easily over a hundred sets. I wondered what a girl needed so many clothes for? But we weren't close, so I didn't dare ask.
She wanted to change the interior to a natural wood color scheme, which was so easy—I could just copy my home's decor here and be done. But to get a better feel for her, I naturally offered a whole host of suggestions and opinions. She just listened quietly, knowing I was knowledgeable about wood, and her eyes showed trust.
Throughout, she didn't say much, and her words were concise. My motto was: A woman who doesn't talk much is the most charming! After talking for over an hour, I was completely captivated by her. She was only about 168cm tall, a perfect match for my 180cm. Her figure was breathtaking; her soft white silk top accentuated her firm breasts, which I'd estimate to be a 32D. Her shapely, white legs beneath her skirt made my heart race. Combined with her serene, dreamlike appearance, she was a hidden gem.
Afterwards, I helped her draw up the construction plans and showed them to her, but unexpectedly, she wanted to go with her sister. I'll be in Los Angeles for two weeks, which will be just the right time to finish the woodwork at her house. To catch a glimpse of her, I drove her and her sister to the airport. She has a great sense of style; that day she was dressed in black and white. Even though it was almost winter, she wore a pristine white silk blouse, a matching cashmere scarf casually draped over her shoulders, a black leather mini-skirt, and mid-calf heeled boots. Sitting in the front seat of my car, half of her shapely, snow-white thigh was exposed. The delicate, elegant scent of her perfume was a sophisticated French fragrance, just like her—quiet and serene. My goodness, how am I supposed to drive like that? I was completely distracted as I drove them to the airport, my eyes glued to her and her sister as they walked into the departure hall. On the
way back, her shapely, snow-white legs kept flashing through my mind. I couldn't help but grip the steering wheel with one hand and run the other to the leather seat in front of her. I could vaguely feel that the seat was still warm; was it because the heat from her thighs sitting on it hadn't dissipated? I remembered her sister's joke: "Don't let her fashionable appearance fool you, my sister, she's actually very conservative. So many men have pursued her, but she doesn't give them a chance. She's as still as water, you know?" Huh?
I don't understand. The first time I met her, her expression was completely expressionless!
They were abroad for two weeks, and I frequently went to her place to personally supervise the construction and check the quality of the work.
One day, while helping the workers move her wardrobe, I found a large photo inside, like a poster. I looked closely, and oh my god! The beautiful woman standing in front of a luxury car, sunglasses perched on her forehead, wearing a black leather miniskirt and black riding boots, with her long, flowing black hair—wasn't that Yang Ying? So she's the spokesperson for a certain luxury car brand. No wonder I was so impressed the first time I saw her! I daydream all day, and I blame myself for never watching commercials. Why didn't she mention it? Oh well! People who are indifferent probably wouldn't think much of it!
Yang Ying would occasionally call from abroad to ask about the progress of the renovations, and I would honestly report back, maintaining my image as a helpful and upright gentleman. Of course, I didn't ask that she was actually the spokesperson for a certain luxury car brand.
One night, the phone rang and woke me up. I thought it probably wasn't Yang Ying, because she's very polite and would never call in the middle of the night, so I answered the phone irritably.
My tone was very impatient: "Hello~ who is it?"
She said quietly: "Sorry to wake you up!"
I heard her soft, gentle voice, and even if a knife were held to my throat, I wouldn't sleep: "Ms. Yang! I'm not asleep, I'm not asleep yet, what do you need me to tell you?" "
I thought it was about the house renovation again, but she said she was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to someone. I
was flattered and secretly delighted.
I put on a considerate and understanding attitude, saying, 'Everyone has bad days. You can treat me like a trash can; pour out your troubles to me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!'
She laughed on the other end of the phone. Women hate talkative men, so she told me that wherever she goes, some clueless men try to get close to her, pestering her and annoying her."
Last night (9 PM US time, 1 PM Taiwan time), she had dinner with her sister's friends. A male classmate from her sister's university days tried to get her drunk, but she insisted on not drinking a drop, resulting in a very unpleasant situation. The man who tried to get her drunk had been a great help to her sister, and her sister's lack of respect for him made her very unhappy. Back at her place, her sister scolded her, which upset her greatly, and she didn't sleep all night. This morning, her sister ignored her and left. Unable to sleep, she called me.
Since the beautiful woman was in trouble, I naturally offered kind words of comfort, but I couldn't criticize her sister, as they are blood relatives. So, I cleverly and subtly criticized the nasty man who tried to get her drunk, which made her laugh out loud, and she spoke more naturally.
She suddenly asked, "When you men see a beautiful woman, do you all think about that?"
I pretended to be clueless, "You all think about that?"
She stammered, unsure how to phrase it, "You mean...that? You know what I mean, right?"
I continued to pretend, "I don't understand!"
She sounded a little deflated, "You mean...sleep with her?"
I said, "So that's what you mean? That's right!"
She was surprised by my direct answer, "Really? Then...are you like that too?"
I said, "Yes!"
She suddenly fell silent on the other end of the phone.
I continued, "A beautiful woman is sought after by a gentleman; the ultimate goal of a man's relationship with a woman is definitely
to sleep with her !"
She said with some disappointment, "So you're the same as them!"
I said, "Then let me ask you, if one day you were to date a certain man, wouldn't the ultimate goal also be to sleep with him?"
My ambiguous argument left her speechless for a moment, and the other end of the phone fell silent again.
Her voice, barely audible, finally broke through the silence: "Is doing that kind of thing really that good?"
I asked, "What do you mean?"
She became even more shy: "I mean... is it really that good for men and women to do that kind of thing? Why are people thinking about that nowadays...? One of my close girlfriends is like that too..."
I asked, "Is that even a question? If it's not good, why do so many people like to do it? Have you ever done that kind of thing?"
She replied, "No!"
I seized the opportunity to press further: "You're a physiologically mature woman, don't you ever think about it?"
She timidly said, "Sometimes I do, but... I'm afraid, I'm scared..."
I asked, "Afraid of getting pregnant?"
She answered honestly, "Yes!"
I asked again, "If it's safe and won't result in pregnancy, would you want to try it?"
She hesitated for a long time before answering, "If it's the right person, I think I would!"
I pressed her closely: "So now you've met the right person..." "Did you?"
She fell silent again, then said, "I don't know..."
I repeated my usual line, "Once you've had the experience, I guarantee you'll want to do it every day!"
She seemed a little skeptical, "Really? I don't believe it. I heard the first time is very painful?"
Afraid of scaring her, I carefully replied, "The first time is always a little painful, but it gets very comfortable after a while!"
She asked curiously, "Is that so?"
I boldly said, "If you don't believe me, I'll teach you when you get back..."
She froze, "I... I don't want to..."
Afraid of scaring her, I didn't say anything more, "Okay! These things also depend on fate..."
Then I changed the subject to talk about the tedious things about her house renovation. She seemed to be listening absentmindedly, a little disappointed that I didn't bring up sex anymore, but as a girl who had never experienced sex, she was too embarrassed to bring it up again. We talked for a short while before abruptly ending the call.
The day before she came back, the house was completely renovated. Actually, her house already had basic decorations; I just had someone do the work on the parts she wanted to replace with solid wood, so it didn't really take too much effort.
Yang Ying's flight back from Los Angeles was at 9:30 PM, so I naturally went to pick her up at Chiang Kai-shek International Airport. Unexpectedly, only she emerged from the departure hall. It turned out her sister had business in Los Angeles, so she came back alone, which was exactly what I wanted. The funny thing was, she had so many clothes, and she was still wearing the same outfit she wore on the day she boarded the plane: a silk white top, a black leather skirt, and black leather mid-calf high-heeled boots. Her shapely, smooth legs, without any pantyhose, were on full display. I immediately reminded myself to concentrate on driving.
She seemed quite happy when she got back, and as soon as we caught up, she kept asking me curiously how the house looked after the renovations. I casually answered, but of course, I couldn't resist my manly instincts, occasionally stealing glances at her exposed thighs outside her leather mini-skirt. On the highway, suddenly a car swerved sharply and cut into my lane.
She yelled, "Watch out!"
I slammed on the brakes. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt, and her body lurched forward. My right hand, which was on the automatic gearshift, instinctively reached out to stop her. By sheer coincidence, my hand landed right between her thighs, meeting her forward momentum. It was as if her genitals were pressed against my hand. My hand, as if blessed in a past life, landed perfectly on her crotch, her slightly protruding vulva within my grasp, through her tight panties.
I could feel the warmth of her vulva. In that emergency, I essentially pushed her vulva back into her seat. She gasped, whether from the danger of the car or from the sensation of my hand touching her vulva, I couldn't tell. At the same time, my hand felt how narrow her thin silk panties were, my fingers touching a tuft of pubic hair peeking out. My penis was already erect. She must be wearing a thong! I've heard models, advertisers, and celebrities all wear thongs!
After the danger passed, the car suddenly fell silent. My absent-minded hand was still on her crotch, enjoying the warmth of her triangle area. Her face was flushed to her ears.
She timidly said, "Your hand!"
I then came to my senses: "Ah! I'm sorry..."
When I moved my hand away from her crotch, I seemed to faintly feel her panties were slightly damp with honey-like fluid.
I turned to look at her apologetically. She stared blankly ahead, her dreamy eyes shimmering with a thin, crystalline luster. An outsider might have thought she was about to cry, but my experience told me that she was aroused after her forbidden zone had been touched.
After returning to her place and putting away her luggage, she carefully looked around the house, which still smelled of raw wood. I sat on the sofa and watched her slowly walk back and forth in the living room. Her graceful figure, her slender waist of about 21 inches, made her breasts, which were barely concealed by her white silk coat, look so firm. Not to mention her snow-white, shapely legs under her leather miniskirt. I found it hard to imagine that someone with such features, at 22 years old, was still a virgin.
She seemed quite satisfied with the log cabin renovation I had overseen, but the embarrassing scene in the car earlier had left her speechless. Afraid of breaking the bowl if I ate too quickly, I stood up and handed her the keys.
She said, "You're leaving?"
I nodded. "Yes! You must be tired after flying for eleven hours, get some rest!"
She said, "Wait a moment!"
She quickly went to the room, opened her suitcase, and took out a jar of American ginseng and a nicely packaged package, handing them to me.
She said, "This jar of ginseng is for you. You've gone to so much trouble for my house, this is to help you recover!"
She was indeed thoughtful, but she didn't understand that what I wanted wasn't the ginseng.
She then pointed to another nicely packaged package and said, "This is what my cousin asked me to bring you. She was being so mysterious; I wonder what it is?"
I was curious too: "Shall we open it and take a look?"
She said, "Okay!"
I hurriedly opened the gift her cousin had given me. She curiously leaned closer, looking at me, a faint fragrance wafting from her hair. My erection started acting up again.
Unexpectedly, when the package was opened, it contained an inflatable doll modeled after a foreign celebrity. We were both stunned. I was stunned because Yang Ying was so thoughtful and mischievous; she was stunned because she didn't know what it was, staring blankly as I carefully unfolded the crumpled doll onto the sofa.
She said, "What's this?"
I said, "An inflatable doll!"
She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! I've heard about this from friends, it's for men..."
Her face flushed, and she stopped talking.
I said, "Your sister is really funny. She probably bought one for me to 'play' since I don't have a girlfriend right now!"
She blushed and stared at the inflatable doll without saying a word. I deliberately started inflating it, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. She seemed to want to stop me, but her curiosity and shyness only made her more alluring. Finally, the previously crumpled inflatable doll became three-dimensional, with blonde hair and even its pubic hair being brownish-gold. I turned to look at her, and she immediately looked away.
I said, "Ha! This is the latest inflatable doll. Just fill it with warm water, and it'll be just like a real person!"
She turned back curiously and saw me pointing at the doll's vulva.
She said, "Really?"
I said, "We'll know once we boil some water and fill it in... You hold her..."
As I spoke, I handed the inflatable doll to her and went into the kitchen to boil water. She blushed and carried the inflatable doll into the kitchen.
She asked timidly, "After adding hot water, will it feel like a real person?"
I replied, "It should, but the feeling here (I inserted my finger into
the vagina ), I think it's far from the real thing..."
She hesitated, "Really?"
I said, "Definitely, otherwise I'd demonstrate for you!"
She thought for a moment and then said something I never expected: "Okay! If you don't mind!"
I was dumbfounded. I hadn't expected her to actually want to see it. I'd played with inflatable dolls before, but performing in front of someone was a first for me. I felt like an idiot. When I turned to look at her misty, watery, expectant eyes, I could only grit my teeth and nod.
The inflatable doll, filled with water, lay on the bed like a woman's warm body. She sat quietly on the only small sofa in the bedroom, looking at the inflatable doll on the bed. I went to adjust the lights to the most romantic atmosphere.
She hesitated instead: "Are you really going to do it for me?"
I said, "I don't mind you watching, do you?"
She knew she had agreed herself and silently lowered her eyes.
She said, "I'm just curious..."
Suddenly, an idea struck me: "But before I perform, you have to help me first!"
She was puzzled: "Help me with what?"
I said, "You should know that a man's penis must be erect to penetrate a woman's vagina. If you want to see me have sex with her (referring to the inflatable doll), you have to help me get my penis erect!"
She was momentarily at a loss: "Oh..."
Before she could react, I shamelessly pulled down my pants along with my underwear. She looked down, not daring to look at my already swollen, frog-like penis. I slowly walked up to her, and she didn't dare to look up. I took her hand and made her touch my penis. Her body trembled slightly, and she clenched her fist tightly, refusing to open it.
I said, "You don't have to use your hand to help me, as long as you let me caress you, that counts as helping me..."
She didn't dare to look at me: "You... how does this count as helping you?"
I said, "When I caress your body, I get aroused, and when I'm aroused, I can have sex with the inflatable doll!"
Actually, being inexperienced, she was quite dense. My 18-centimeter-long penis was already erect and standing tall, but she still didn't understand the situation.
Hearing me say that, she remained silent. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on her round, smooth thighs, feeling the muscles in her bare thighs twitching, her two thighs pressed tightly together.
I said, "If you don't let me touch you properly, how can you watch me perform with the inflatable doll?"
Perhaps intentionally, or knowing I was using the inflatable doll as an excuse, she slowly parted her thighs. My hand gently probed down to the base of her thighs. Her face was flushed, she was slightly panting, and her body leaned softly against the sofa, not daring to look at me. When my hand touched her bulging vulva outside her thong, I felt that the entire thong was already soaking wet, a small tuft of pubic hair sticking out of the thong was covered with dew-like drops of honey. I pulled down the thin thong, my fingers touching her labia. So wet, so slippery, she groaned and grabbed my hand.
She pleaded, "Don't put your fingers in, I'm scared..."
I said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless..."
I pulled my hand out of her panties, and my hand, dripping with honey-like fluid, slipped inside her silk top, touching her 32D bra. I pulled the bra open, cupped her warm, large breasts in my hands, and lightly touched her nipple with one finger. Her areolas were large, and her nipples were erect. I'd heard that women with large areolas had a strong sex drive, and she already possessed two of those qualities.
Under the light touch of my fingers, her nipples instantly hardened. She let out a soft cry, too afraid to move, letting me knead and play with them. Holding her snow-white, delicate, and warm breasts in my hands felt like squeezing a warm, hot potato—it was incredibly comfortable.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at me, which made it easier for me to do as I pleased. When I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, she was startled. But as my tongue teased her erect nipple, she went limp like a puddle of water, collapsing onto the sofa. At that moment, I was certain her vagina was already overflowing with desire, but instead of rushing to touch her still-unopened vulva, I immediately pressed my lips to her soft, alluring lips.
Her body trembled, and my tongue forcefully pried open her tightly clenched teeth, sucking on her soft tongue. I greedily sucked on the saliva in her mouth; it was so sweet and delicious. Her soft tongue dared not move, letting me suckle it. I inhaled the hot air exhaled from her nostrils, making my penis even harder. If I didn't help it cool down soon, it might explode.
My free hand slipped between her legs, touching a pool of wetness; her crotch was already soaked. As my fingers caressed the soft flesh of her vulva, she groaned loudly, her lower body shyly thrusting in response. I quietly pulled down her thong and gently lifted her black leather skirt, revealing her snow-white, slender waist, her
flat stomach, and thick pubic hair. No wonder the thong couldn't hide her exposed pubic hair; she possessed a third characteristic of having an exceptionally strong sex drive.
My God! I'm so lucky! Just as I slowly parted her thighs, thinking I had succeeded, she suddenly slammed her legs together and pushed me away.
She said, "No! We've only met a few times, no..."
I didn't dare force her at this point, because her cousin, Miss Huang, was not someone to be trifled with, so I immediately changed course.
I said, "What are you so nervous about? I'm not going to do it with you..."
She stared at me blankly, a little incredulous.
I walked to the bedside. Luckily, the water inside the inflatable doll hadn't cooled down, otherwise I would have been having sex with an ice queen.
She stared blankly as I stroked the inflatable doll, gently parting its thighs. As I inserted my large penis into the inflatable doll's vagina, I stole a glance at her. I saw her mouth slightly open, her dreamy eyes wide open, staring at the part where my penis connected to the inflatable doll's vagina.
I pretended to ignore her and started thrusting my penis in and out of the inflatable doll's vagina. Perhaps she saw how engrossed I was; in the romantic lighting, the inflatable doll looked almost lifelike. Shihan, leaning against the sofa, was so absorbed in watching that she forgot to put her thong back on, which I had secretly taken off. She suppressed her breathing, and I thought to myself that
her vaginal fluids must be overflowing by now.
I picked up the inflatable doll and, while walking, thrust my penis into the doll's vagina. When I reached her, she blushed deeply and dared not look. I took her hand and guided it to the point where my penis met the doll's vagina. Her hand trembled as if she had been electrocuted, yet she also curiously and gently touched my penis, which had been withdrawn from her vagina. This time, I didn't let her pull away and pulled her up from the small sofa.
I said, "Wouldn't it be clearer if you sat on the bed and watched me have my way with her?"
Perhaps because she was still wearing a short leather skirt and mid-calf black boots, although her top was a bit disheveled, it was still safer than being completely naked, so she obediently sat on the edge of the bed.
Seeing that my plan had worked, I immediately grabbed the inflatable doll and went to bed for another round. Actually, the inflatable doll was quite comfortable to insert, but since she wasn't a real person, the sensation wasn't quite there yet. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to hold back my ejaculation, so I only inserted my penis into the inflatable doll and pretended to thrust my hips. My penis didn't
rub , and I managed to hold back my ejaculation. I deliberately groaned loudly, which startled her a bit.
She asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
I sighed, "I'm sorry! I tried my best to ejaculate and finish this performance to open your eyes, but she's a mannequin after all, and I didn't feel enough, so I couldn't ejaculate!"
She said, "Oh! What should I do?"
At this moment, she was leaning back on the bed with her legs slightly bent and spread apart, unaware that my thieving eyes had already spotted her parted thighs and I could vaguely see thick pubic hair.
I said helplessly, "I can only ejaculate if a real woman helps me!"
She seemed to realize something, but was also a little confused: "Oh! Then...then don't do it!"
I said, "It's difficult!"
I pulled out my erect penis and presented it in front of her.
I said, "Look how engorged it is, it'll be so painful if I don't ejaculate!"
She hesitated: "This..."
I gently stroked her thigh, she trembled slightly, but didn't move.
I mustered my courage: "Would you be willing to help me?"
She said with difficulty, "How do you want me to help?"
I went all out: "Use your vagina to help me squeeze it out..."
She was nervous: "Oh...my friend said I can use my hand?"
I put my hand inside her thigh, my fingertips gently rubbing the glans of her vulva, her body almost went limp again, but this time she didn't stop my caresses.
I pressed on: "Isn't using your hand like an inflatable doll, you don't feel anything?"
She shyly turned her head away, not daring to look at me.
At this moment, my fingers, which were covered in the slippery fluid from her vagina, moved faster and faster as I touched her. She gasped for breath, and I kissed her soft lips, sucking hard on her tongue. Suddenly, she let out a soft moan, her hands gripping my arm tightly. My fingers, caressing her labia, felt a surge of heat; she had reached orgasm.
During her orgasm, her two snow-white thighs parted and trembled as if in spasms. Taking advantage of this moment, I lifted her leather skirt and pressed my penis against her wet vulva. She turned her head away from my kiss, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart pounding, her face flushed, and her large eyes brimming with tears. Her lower body was limp and yielding to my pressure. I didn't dare delay and immediately inserted the head of my penis into her already incredibly wet vagina. Her whole body tensed, and she cried out in pain.
She cried out in pain, "Ah! It hurts! Take it out quickly..."
I looked down at the large glans that was already inside her vagina. Below the glans neck groove, the entire large penis was still exposed. I looked down and saw that her vagina was tightly gripping my large glans, and her labia were contracting and clamping the glans neck groove. I felt a surge of pleasure, both visually and physically. I held her waist to prevent her from moving away.
I said, "If I don't move now, will it still hurt?"
She said, "It's a little better!"
I said, "Don't worry, I'll only insert the head of my penis into your vagina, so it won't break your hymen!"
She said, "Really? You can't go back on your word!"
I said, "My penis doesn't necessarily have to be fully inserted into your vagina. Just the head going in and out of your vagina is enough for me to ejaculate!"
She seemed relieved: "Oh..."
I gently kissed her soft lips. At this moment, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to intertwine with mine. I gently moved my penis, only using the head to withdraw from her vaginal opening and then insert it again. Seeing that I kept my word, coupled with her physiological instincts, she also gently moved her vulva to meet my shallow thrusts.
I left her lips: "Does it still hurt?"
She breathed heavily and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt like this, but I feel so swollen down there because of you..."
I raised my upper body, exposing the point where my penis was joined with her vagina.
I said, "Look!"
She curiously looked down at the point where my penis met her vagina. I gently moved the head of my penis in and out of her vaginal opening. As she watched, she suddenly let out a soft moan and gripped my arm tightly.
I felt her vagina contract and tighten, tightly encircling the neck of my penis. A warm current surged from deep within her vagina, making my glans feel incredibly good.
She moaned, "Mmm~ Ah~~"
I said, "Isn't it very comfortable?"
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she nodded.
I said, "Should I go in a little deeper?"
She remained silent, thinking for a moment, "Will it hurt?"
I said, "It might hurt a little, but you'll feel even better... You've already seen my glans enter your vagina, so in fact, we're already having sex..."
She remained silent, her thighs opening and closing, rubbing against my thighs pressed against her lower body. The soothing
comfort made every pore on my body open. She seemed to tacitly allow me to go deeper, gently thrusting her vagina upwards to meet me. I slowly pushed my glans in, her hands nervously resting on my waist, probably thinking that if it hurt, she would push me away forcefully.
She couldn't help but cry out, "It's so tight! Be gentle..."
I said, "Hmm... I'll be very careful..."
As I spoke, I steeled myself and thrust my glans in forcefully. With a scream from her, my entire penis was inserted into her vagina. At this moment, she trembled all over in pain.
She cried out, "It hurts! It hurts so much..."
As she cried out in pain, crystal tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks, her nose twitching slightly.
She said sadly, "You lied to me!"
I felt a little guilty, but also incredibly satisfied to have taken her virginity.
I said, "I'm sorry! You're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist..."
She was a little angry, "You men are all the same, so bad..."
I gently silenced her with my mouth, licking her tears with my tongue, which tasted a little salty. I then gently sucked on her soft lips, and finally, under my tender caresses, she put her tender tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined.
I gently pulled my penis, which was fully inserted into her vagina, out of her. Her thighs tensed again, and she gripped my waist with both hands.
She groaned, "Don't move! It hurts..."
I propped myself up and looked down. My half-withdrawn penis had brought out a considerable amount of virgin blood onto the sheets. She looked down at the pool of blood on the sheets as well.
She looked at me and said, "You finally got me..."
I comforted her, "Don't worry! I'll truly cherish and love you..."
She was skeptical, "I hope you're telling the truth..."
At that moment, I began to gently thrust my penis in and out of her vagina, bringing out more virgin blood.
She frowned, "Go slower, it still hurts a little!"
I kissed her tenderly, "Mmm... wrap your legs around my waist, it'll be more comfortable..."
She obediently and shyly wrapped her stunningly beautiful legs around my waist.
I said, "Wrap them tighter, then you'll forget the pain!"
She did as I said, tightly wrapping her legs around me. I began to slowly thrust my penis in and out of her tight vagina. Perhaps because it still hurt a little, as she wrapped her legs around my waist, I wrapped them tighter and tighter.
Only then did I feel truly one with her. I embraced her and kissed her deeply, her soft lips pressed against mine, sucking and swallowing my saliva. We silently moved our lower bodies to meet each other's. Her movements were clumsy, but with such a beautiful woman beneath me, letting me ravage her, I felt as if I had ascended to heaven.
I thrust my glans deep into her womb, the tip of my penis rubbing against her clitoris. Suddenly, she turned her head, parting our lips, breathing heavily, her vagina beginning to thrust upwards violently.
I knew she was about to climax again: "Does it still hurt?"
She shook her head, panting, "It feels good... so itchy... faster..."
I whispered in her ear, "I want you to say: 'Fuck me hard!'"
She remained silent, only thrusting her vagina, hoping I would respond by forcefully penetrating her vagina.
But this time, I stopped thrusting.
I said, "You said you wanted me to fuck you hard, so I'll hurry up..."
She couldn't hold back anymore: "Hard...fuck me!"
I said, "Say it louder, say you like it when Brother Tao fucks you..."
Just before her climax, she was so excited she was almost going crazy. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and she thrust her vulva forcefully,
her vagina like a small mouth tightly gripping my penis.
She cried out, "Brother Tao, fuck me hard! I like it when you fuck me...Brother Tao, fuck me faster...Yingying likes it when you fuck me..."
Her cries excited me to the extreme, and my large penis couldn't help but thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, the glans
hitting her clitoris hard, fucking her tender hole fiercely.
Suddenly she cried out, "I need to pee, I need to pee..."
I felt her vagina contract rapidly, the tender flesh of her uterus tightening and gripping my glans, making my
glans, which was thrusting rapidly in and out of her vagina, ache slightly. Amid her loud moans, a thick stream of hot
vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans.
The tender flesh inside her vagina, writhing and contracting like a small mouth, tightly enveloped and sucked my penis. I
could no and groaned loudly. Thick semen erupted like a volcano, gushing from the glans and urethral opening,
filling the depths of her flower. The continuous orgasms made our limbs intertwine tightly, wishing we could
never be separated.
To be continued

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