That pink and exquisite abalone

I've written about many women's stories, but I've never written about this girl because I always felt the time wasn't right.
Such precious material shouldn't be wasted. Now I'm sharing it with you all.
Produced by , absolutely authentic. Posting this was hard work, so please don't criticize.

That happened in 2005. Although many years have passed,
I still vividly remember that girl's rosy cheeks and pink vulva. In all these years, although I've been with other women,
I've never seen such a pink vulva again. I truly regret not taking a picture of her exquisite vulva back then.

We met on QQ. Her QQ profile said she was 19. Through chatting, I learned she was
a local, but her boyfriend worked on a train and lived in another city.

I don't remember the specifics of our conversations because it's been so long, but I think she liked to sing, so I invited
her to a karaoke bar, and that's how we met. The first time I saw her, I was captivated. She was wearing a red and yellow
striped sweater, so pure and innocent, quite girlish, and petite, looking about sixteen or seventeen
.

Haha, why do I still remember her sweater after all these years? It's because of
the two little white rabbits that protruded from her sweater—not big, but very perky and perky. That day, we sang in a private karaoke room. We
didn't do anything; although we were sitting next to each other, I didn't even touch her hand. I was so inexperienced back then, and I was also
shy and timid.

I don't remember how long it was later, but we went to karaoke again. This time, I was probably a little bolder,
and I took her hand while singing. I was still timid, not knowing what would happen next.
But one sentence from her completely dispelled my concerns, leading to a memorable night of passion.

When I held her hand, she didn't refuse; she just smiled and said, "Did you want to touch my
hand last time?" Her words and laughter completely put me at ease.

We naturally kissed at the karaoke bar, savoring each other's kisses for a long time. We then agreed to have
dinner , and I think it was during dinner that we arranged to go to a hotel that night.

The passion of that night at the hotel is now largely forgotten due to the passage of time, but a few
details remain vivid. One was when we were undressing. I was sitting in a chair, and I pulled her
to sit on my lap, one hand stroking her back, the other around her shoulder, and then
kissing her cheeks, starting from her forehead.

At that time, my girlfriend and I had broken up for over a year, and I hadn't been with a woman since. This time, not only
had I met her , but she was such a young and vibrant girl, so I cherished it all.

I was very slow and gentle, wanting to preserve this wonderful feeling in my mind.
Later , perhaps because I met more and more women, I lost the initial seriousness and some of the
wonderful .

I kissed her forehead, trying to inhale her youthful fragrance. I ran my tongue through her
arched eyebrows, then kissed her eyes and the tip of her nose. I gently brushed her hair aside, breathed
softly , and then slid my tongue across her earlobe, slowly sucking and tasting it. Her body began to
slowly twist, and her breathing became rapid. My tongue explored her ear, licking every corner.

She was probably unbearably ticklish from my licking, turning my head towards her, her fragrant lips
covering . The girl kissed passionately, and I responded with my tongue in her mouth, responding intensely as well. I enveloped
the girl's nimble tongue with my lips, greedily sucking on the sweet nectar within her mouth.

After a long while, my lips slowly slid down her chin, licking and sucking her snow-white neck,
not wanting to miss a single inch of her skin.

My hand no longer hesitated, slipping under her clothes, caressing her smooth, delicate
back , gently unhooking her bra, tracing the marks left by the bra on her back.

The girl seemed to have only one action: hugging me, breathing heavily, her warm breath brushing against my ear,
igniting my desire to explore further.

I removed her sweatshirt, and with my other hand, I slipped inside her sweater from the front.
Caressing her body, I slowly moved closer to her breasts.

The girl seemed to be yearning for something too, her breasts heaving more and more violently.

"Ah..." My hand finally covered the girl's small breasts. Yes, they were small, my
large hand could easily cover them completely. But they were also round and firm. For several seconds, my hand didn't move, just
feeling their roundness, their warmth, their rise and fall. I gently pressed her breast with my thumb,
feeling its fullness and elasticity, and then I pinched the girl's tender nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
The size of a bean, the girl's nipple slowly hardened under my kneading.

The girl's soft moans made me lose the patience to slowly savor and appreciate. I withdrew the hand that was kneading the girl's nipple
, lifted her little bottom, and carried her to the bed. Then, I couldn't wait any longer and slipped both hands
inside the girl's sweater, directly grasping her two soft, firm breasts, caressing and kneading them.

My head was right at her navel, so I licked it with my tongue and
sucked on it with my lips. But my attention was more focused on my large hands that were kneading her breasts.
My hands conveyed the smoothness and tenderness of her breasts, their elasticity and firmness. I could even feel
faint electric currents emanating from them, waves of tingling sensations shooting up my arm and into my
brain . I couldn't wait to get a good look at the pair of beauties I was kneading beneath her sweater.

So, I climbed over the girl's body and, in the process, removed her
sweater . My eyes and lips were now directly facing her two snow-white breasts. Yes, snow-white breasts,
white boobs, the delicate veins on her breasts clearly visible. Adorned with two small yellow beans—
no, two small pink beans.

I stuck out my tongue, but hesitated to bite. The breasts of this young girl before me intoxicated
me How should I care for them, how should I enjoy them? Should I lick them? Suck on them? Or hold them in my mouth?

I chose to lick, drawing circles around the girl's breasts, licking step by step to the
nipples . I didn't miss an inch of the skin on her breasts, while my nose greedily sucked on the girl's nipples.
The scent of milk, a faint yet intoxicating fragrance unique to girls, filled my senses.

My tongue slowly slid towards the center of her breasts, where two delicate pink nipples stood erect. Afraid of scratching
them, I moistened my tongue with saliva before gently teasing one of her nipples.

"Ah...ah..." The girl's heavy moans had transformed into sweet groans.

I noticed two rosy blushes on her face. Girl, tonight I will serve you
well , enjoy you, and give you and me the most wonderful night.

My lips finally enveloped one of her nipples, sucking, tasting, and gently biting, while my other hand intensified its grasping and
kneading of her other breast. It was a massage, yet also a violation; a service, yet also a pleasure.

Finally, the girl couldn't take my torment any longer and whispered, "I want it." My tongue
reluctantly left her nipple, but didn't leave her body; instead
, it licked down her breasts.

As my tongue licked her navel again, my hand gently unbuttoned her blue
jeans and pulled down the zipper.

Pink again, pink panties, paired with blue jeans and the girl's youthful body—it
was another stunning and intoxicating sight.

My tongue eagerly licked at her pink panties, while one hand supported her buttocks, and the other pulled her jeans down until her pink panties
were fully exposed . My tongue slowly slipped inside the girl's panties, licking and exploring, gradually reaching her pubic hair. I quickly pulled down her jeans and eagerly slipped inside her panties, while simultaneously running my hand along her thigh, taking two steps forward and one step back, slowly groping towards her groin. Initially, I didn't use my hands when removing her panties. As my tongue explored , the elasticity of the fabric allowed me to push my lips, nose, and even half my face inside, breathing heavily and inhaling the fragrant scent of her genitals. My large hand slowly caressed the inside of her white thighs, sliding towards her genitals. The girl's reaction grew stronger, her alluring moans becoming more rapid, her body twisting and turning incessantly. My tongue was almost touching her clitoris, but the elasticity of her panties had reached its limit, making it difficult to explore further. Half my face was buried inside her panties, pressed against her soft abdomen, and I was breathing heavily . Reluctantly, I pulled my head back, taking a few deep breaths as a break. Looking up, I saw her flushed face, her mouth open, panting heavily. When she realized I was looking at her, the blush on her face became even more alluring. I whispered, "You're so beautiful. Did it feel good when I touched you just now?" "It felt good... I can't take it anymore..." The girl's weak and feeble reply only fueled my passion. "My panties are soaking wet..." The girl shyly closed her eyes, refusing to respond. She probably knew that her lower body was already overflowing with fluid . The pink panties were originally opaque, only vaguely revealing the girl's pubic hair. But now, the girl private area was completely soaked, not only revealing her sparse pubic hair but also clearly showing her vulva. "Watch me, okay? Let's enjoy it together." "Mmm..." I raised the pillow the girl was using so that she could see how I was caressing her private parts. I was still in no hurry to remove the last piece of clothing covering the girl's body. Instead, I spread the girl's legs, knelt between them, and looked up to see the girl's vulva soaked with vaginal fluid and her intoxicated face . I used the tip of my tongue to lick the girl's fair, tender thighs from bottom to top, leaving my greedy saliva on every inch of her delicate skin. Finally, I reached the base of her thighs, licking around the edge of her panties before slipping my tongue into a crevice. The saliva on my tongue mingled with the vaginal fluid from her labia. I repeatedly licked one side of her vulva, the saliva and vaginal fluid increasing until that side of her panties was completely soaked. "Ah...ah..." the girl's alluring moans rang out again. I occasionally glanced at her ecstatic expression out of the corner of my eye. Her face was flushed, making her even more adorable . Her eyes opened and closed intermittently, seemingly enjoying the , yet also seemingly unable to bear the tingling sensation. I was tired, and my tongue withdrew from inside the girl's panties, panting . In that instant, the girl's moan rose a decibel; she must have felt the burning sensation emanating from her lower body. It was time to unveil the mystery. I quickly pulled down the girl's panties, but only one leg; the panties hung on the other, which I then pulled up to the top of her thigh. Pink panties, snow-white thighs —these colors only fueled my primal desires. The girl's genitals, her private parts, her vulva—the most mysterious part of a girl's body—were finally laid bare before me, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and agitated. Sparse pubic hair accentuated the girl's snow-white skin. Her labia were still lips, not yet parted to resemble butterfly wings, and their color was flesh-colored with a slight reddish tinge. A few sparse pubic hairs on her labia were already soaked in saliva and vaginal fluid, clinging to the flesh-colored labia. Beneath the labia, a hint of pink peeked out from the cleft, and clear, glistening , slowly gathering at the girl's anus. I marveled at the wonders of creation. If the bright red virgin blood of my first love was something I could never forget, then the pink little hole of this girl before me was equally unforgettable. The sight before me was overwhelming, leaving me unsure where to begin. After much hesitation, I decided to start from the sides. So, I placed my hands under the girl's round buttocks, cupping, supporting, and kneading them. Then, I extended my tongue to her anus, swirling, licking, and sucking… and then licking upwards along the flowing vaginal fluid.

The girl's moans grew louder and louder, "Ah...ah...ah..."

I had to describe them as lewd cries. My penis was already rock hard, and my semen was about
to spill out. If I didn't control myself, I would surrender to the girl's beautiful moans and the feast for my eyes,
taste buds , and nose.

The girl's body kept twisting, her small hands constantly clutching the pillow and the corner of the blanket. I could barely hold her down even with both hands
gripping her buttocks, so much so that her vaginal fluid would occasionally smear
onto my forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin.

When my tongue touched the opening at the bottom of the girl's vulva, her body even began
to twitch .

Above, the girl's flushed face was contorted with excitement, her alluring eyes now lifeless,
radiating a lewd gaze. Her delicate mouth opened and closed on its own, emitting increasingly loud moans.

Below, streams of vaginal fluid continuously gushed from the girl's pink opening, the faint fishy smell stimulating my
taste buds and igniting my desire. I greedily, voraciously, like an infant, sucked at the nectar, quenching my
thirsty soul.

My tongue incessantly stirred, probed, and explored the girl's pink opening, yearning for her to bestow upon me
more nectar. Then, with lips and tongue soaked in her juices,
I scraped and licked back and forth across the girl's labia, slits, and clitoris. Each scrape, lick, and suck elicited spasms from her,
each stroke pushing her towards the peak of orgasm…

"Ah…I want…" The girl could no longer withstand the stimulation, seemingly about to
faint . With a burst of strength, she kicked me away and collapsed into a puddle of mud
, panting heavily.

Girl, I hope this delicate foreplay will be unforgettable for you.

Hearing her cry, I could no longer restrain myself, and thrust my hard, iron-like penis into her tender little hole
. I originally planned to insert it all the way in and then move it slowly, but as soon as I slipped the head
of

my penis into the girl's vagina, she let out a long, lewd moan. The pained expression on her face made it hard for me to tell if it was excitement or pain. Her vagina was very tight, and despite the lubrication,
I still felt considerable resistance when inserting my penis. It was both tight and hot, and since I wasn't wearing a condom (yes, I'll explain in detail later
), I could even feel the folds inside her vagina. Crucially, there was also her intoxicating moan.
I could only adjust my breathing, control my rhythm, and slowly insert it deeper into her vagina.

Two steps in, one step back, and finally, my entire penis was inside her pink vagina. The girl had
her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs clamped around my waist, moaning freely. I was consciously controlling
myself; otherwise, I would have ejaculated immediately. I silently counted to a hundred before slowly controlling my
rhythm .

My penis remained deep inside her vagina, not thrusting, but moving in circles up, down, left, and right.
Although not intense, it reached the deepest part of her vagina from every angle. Heh heh, try it and you'll
know what it feels like.

The girl was almost rolling her eyes back from my thrusting, and I was still able to control my rhythm relatively well, which is why this
has always been one of my favorite ways of having sex.

The girl clung tightly to my body, and I could only try to avoid her mouth with my ears. Firstly,
the heat from her breath was tingling, and secondly, her high-pitched moans meant that even the slightest lapse in attention could lead to an uncontrollable climax. I used a combination of
shallow and deep thrusts, slow and deliberate, to keep her wanting more, and then forceful and powerful, releasing that urge with each higher-pitched moan. With each shallow and deep thrust, I pounded into her vagina, and her entanglement tightened, her neck arching back as she tried to arch it backward. Her moans, "Ah...ah..." grew shorter and shorter. Ah...girl, are you coming? Wait, brother, wait, brother… I could hold back no longer. My long, hard cock pounded into the girl's clitoris again and again. The girl's vaginal fluid made each of my fierce thrusts crackle. A stream of hot vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans… Ah… Ah… I came too. My whole body trembled as a stream of scalding semen shot out, shooting into the girl's pink clitoris, into the depths of her most mysterious and longed-for cave… We lay limp on the bed for a long time before slowly recovering. I said, "Here's some paper to wipe you down." The girl said, "No need, let's go take a shower." So I picked up the girl, and the two naked bodies went to the bathroom to shower together. The sheets were covered with a mixture of our vaginal fluid and semen. I was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old then, and I recovered quickly. In the bathroom mirror, I saw the girl's disheveled long hair , her dreamy eyes, her firm, white breasts, and her snow-white, delicate naked body, instantly reigniting my passion. The water temperature was just right, and we kissed passionately under the shower, our bodies rubbing against each other. The clear water from the showerhead blurred our vision, flowing down our cheeks and into our mouths as we suckled. Soon, the small bathroom was filled with steam, like a fairyland, and we were a little breathless. So, she used soap, and I used shower gel, and we began to lather each other's naked bodies. The girl's naked body, rubbed with the shower gel, became even smoother and more elastic, and my large hands freely caressed . From the girl's neck to her armpits, from her firm breasts to her smooth back, from her round little buttocks to her private parts. Especially her private parts, I squeezed out more shower gel and half-squatted to apply it to her. The girl's inner thighs , sparse pubic hair, pink vulva, and small anus were all covered with shower gel by my big hands. I was still as gentle as ever, caressing and stroking the girl's mysterious triangle area from the outside to the inside, finally stopping at the line from the girl's clitoris to the end of her vagina, stroking it from light to heavy, from slow to fast. The girl finally let out a beautiful moan again. In the small space of the bathroom, the girl's moans of "Ah... Ah..." were particularly clear. My little brother was erect again. The girl squinted and clumsily rubbed soap on my little brother. My long and hard little brother was held in one of the girl's soft little hands and stroked by the other . My little brother was about to burst.

I quickened my pace in ravaging the girl's private parts. Layers of
foam her moans grew louder. She began to lose her balance, even
dropping the soap while applying it to my testicles.

Ah… that's about enough. I helped the girl to the sink under the bathroom mirror, letting her hold onto
it with both hands. I quickly squeezed a handful of shower gel and smeared it on my inner thighs, testicles, and penis.
Then, holding the girl's buttocks, I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in forcefully.

"Ah…" The girl's moans rose another decibel.

Since I had already ejaculated once before, this time I didn't need to consciously control my thrusting for fear of premature ejaculation
. Through the mirror, the girl's disheveled long hair, her wanton expression, her youthful naked body, and
the rear-entry sexual position I saw in the mirror aroused my lust even more.

I held the girl's small waist and thrust in and out with a series of loud thuds until the girl was almost limp, and I
was out of breath , but I still hadn't ejaculated. No, I needed more stimulation. I had to adjust my position again, and the girl took the opportunity
to wash her eyes with the water from the sink tap, perhaps the shower gel had stung them.

I gathered the girl's hair together, grabbed it with one hand, and lifted her head slightly so that we
could see our lovemaking in the mirror, enjoying the pleasure of our physical contact while also enjoying the excited and wanton expressions
of the two of us .

With my other hand, I grasped one of the girl's breasts and began my final thrust.

The small bathroom was filled with mist, as if we had transcended the complexities of the world; the only world
left was the collision of our two naked bodies, accompanied by the rushing water, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and our
unrestrained moans.

This time, the girl didn't squint; she, like me, was engrossed in the visual feast of our physical union,
her eyes gleaming with excitement and lust.

She would occasionally turn to kiss me, sucking and tasting each other's saliva. Meanwhile, I forcefully squeezed and kneaded
her breasts, my erection plunging deeper and deeper into her vagina.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." The girl's body stiffened again, her vaginal fluids gushing
over my glans...

"Ah...let's release together, ah..." A tingling electric current shot through my penis, from
the glans into the depths of the girl's vagina...

The girl could barely stand, and I held her breasts with both hands, barely managing to keep her from
slipping to the ground. We were panting heavily, and it took us a long time to recover.

After a quick wash, I carried the girl to another bed (a standard room, haha).
We caressed each other's bodies all night and made love twice more.

When we woke up in the morning, after we entered each other's bodies again, thrusting and pounding, we reluctantly
got dressed and got out of bed.

The girl grinned mischievously and said, "You're done for, aren't you? You're completely drained!" (After several ejaculations,
there was no more sperm left, only a little clear fluid.)

"Still laughing at me? I'm so tired I can't even put my clothes on anymore. Do you want me to help you?"

Hehe, although it was a very tiring night, both the girl and I had experienced complete release of desire, and our bodies and minds had
been filled with immense pleasure. The lovemaking was wonderful.

We made love a few more times afterward, and each time it felt quite wonderful.

Later, my family introduced me to someone, and out of a sense of responsibility, I resolutely broke up with this girl. I
was young and naive back then. However, this past experience with the girl is firmly rooted in the depths of my mind, something
I will cherish for a lifetime.
Postscript:

1. Specific details in the story may contain elements of imagination, but the entire event is true,
such as unprotected ejaculation, having sex in the bathroom, and the eventual separation.

2. The girl was more outgoing than me and more relaxed when we were together.

3. The girl's blushing cheeks, pink nipples, and pink vulva, including her pink panties, are absolutely
real. Looking back, it might have been related to her fair skin. This is also an important reason why I still cherish this memory.
In the years since, I have never encountered such a pink vulva, so I appreciate
the beauty of that relationship even more.

4. Unprotected ejaculation, and it was the girl's suggestion. If I were lying, you can scold me however you want. Looking
back , I think it's possible that girls in their late teens and early twenties back then didn't have a strong sense of self-protection, nor
did they understand as much as girls do now.

5. Throughout our long relationship, the girl never asked for a single penny. Firstly,
compensated dating wasn't common then, and girls didn't understand the concept of earning money with their bodies. Secondly, I was young then, had a
good figure, and she was quite satisfied with me.

6. The description of the sexual encounter is quite detailed, hoping it can inspire male friends in terms of sexual techniques,
especially on how to conduct sufficient foreplay and control the pace of sex. I'm a rather meticulous person,
and I always serve women in this way during sex. I hope to have the opportunity to try this with female friends.
[The End]

I've written about many women's stories, but I've never written about this girl because I always felt it wasn't ready yet.
Such precious material shouldn't be wasted. Now I'm sharing it with all you fellow enthusiasts.
Produced by , absolutely authentic. Posting this was hard work, please don't criticize.

That happened in 2005. Although many years have passed,
I still vividly remember that girl's rosy cheeks and pink vulva. In all these years, although I've been with other women,
I've never seen such a pink vulva again. I truly regret not taking a picture of her exquisite vulva back then.

We met on QQ. Her QQ profile said she was 19. Through chatting, I learned she was
a local, but her boyfriend worked on a train and lived in another city.

I don't remember the specifics of our conversations because it's been so long, but I think she liked to sing, so I invited
her to a karaoke bar. That's how we met. The first time I saw her, I was captivated. She was wearing a red and yellow
striped sweater, so pure and innocent, quite girlish, and petite, looking about sixteen or seventeen
.

Hehe, why do I still remember her sweater after all these years? It's because of
the two little white rabbits protruding from the sweater—not big, but very perky and firm. That day we sang in a private karaoke room...
We didn't do anything. Although we were standing next to each other, I didn't even touch her hand. I was so inexperienced back then, and I was also
shy and timid.

Later, I don't remember how long it was, we met up again to go to karaoke. This time I was probably a little bolder,
and I took her hand while singing. I was still timid, not knowing what would happen next.
But one sentence from her completely dispelled my concerns, leading to a memorable night of passion.

When I held her hand, she didn't refuse, but just smiled and said, "Did you want to touch my
hand last time?" Her words and laughter completely put me at ease.

We naturally kissed at the karaoke bar, savoring each other's kisses for a long time. We then agreed to have
dinner , and I think it was during dinner that we arranged to go to a hotel that night.

The passion of that night at the hotel is now largely forgotten due to the passage of time, but a few
details remain vivid. One was when we were undressing. I was sitting in a chair, and I pulled her
to sit on my lap, one hand stroking her back, the other around her shoulder, and then
kissing her cheeks, starting from her forehead.

At that time, my girlfriend and I had broken up for over a year, and I hadn't been with a woman since. This time, not only
had I met her , but she was such a young and vibrant girl, so I cherished it all.

I was very slow and gentle, wanting to preserve this wonderful feeling in my mind.
Later , perhaps because I met more and more women, I lost the initial seriousness and some of the
wonderful .

I kissed her forehead, trying to inhale her youthful fragrance. I ran my tongue through her
arched eyebrows, then kissed her eyes and the tip of her nose. I gently brushed her hair aside, breathed
softly , and then slid my tongue across her earlobe, slowly sucking and tasting it. Her body began to
slowly twist, and her breathing became rapid. My tongue explored her ear, licking every corner.

She was probably unbearably ticklish from my licking, turning my head towards her, her fragrant lips
covering . The girl kissed passionately, and I responded with my tongue in her mouth. I enveloped
the girl's nimble tongue with my lips, greedily sucking on the sweet nectar within her mouth.

After a long while, my lips slowly slid down her chin, licking and sucking her snow-white neck,
not wanting to miss a single inch of her skin.

My hand no longer hesitated, slipping under her clothes, caressing her smooth, delicate
back , gently unhooking her bra, tracing the marks left by the bra on her back.

The girl seemed to have only one action: hugging me, breathing heavily, her warm breath brushing against my ear,
igniting my desire to explore further.

I removed her sweatshirt, and with my other hand, I slipped inside her sweater from the front.
Caressing her body, I slowly moved closer to her breasts.

The girl seemed to be yearning for something too, her breasts heaving more and more violently.

"Ah..." My hand finally covered the girl's small breasts. Yes, they were small, my
large hand could easily cover them completely. But they were also round and firm. For several seconds, my hand didn't move, just
feeling their roundness, their warmth, their rise and fall. I gently pressed her breast with my thumb,
feeling its fullness and elasticity, and then I pinched the girl's tender nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
The size of a bean, the girl's nipple slowly hardened under my kneading.

The girl's soft moans made me lose the patience to slowly savor and appreciate. I withdrew the hand that was kneading the girl's nipple
, lifted her little bottom, and carried her to the bed. Then, I couldn't wait any longer and slipped both hands
inside the girl's sweater, directly grasping her two soft, firm breasts, caressing and kneading them.

My head was right at her navel, so I licked it with my tongue and
sucked on it with my lips. But my attention was more focused on my large hands that were kneading her breasts.
My hands conveyed the smoothness and tenderness of her breasts, their elasticity and firmness. I could even feel
faint electric currents emanating from them, waves of tingling sensations shooting up my arm and into my
brain . I couldn't wait to get a good look at the pair of beauties I was kneading beneath her sweater.

So, I climbed over the girl's body and, in the process, removed her
sweater . My eyes and lips were now directly facing her two snow-white breasts. Yes, snow-white breasts,
plump, white nipples, the delicate veins on her breasts clearly visible. Adorned with two small yellow beans—
no, two small pink beans.

I extended my tongue, but hesitated to take a bite. The breasts of this young girl before me intoxicated
me . How should I care for them, how should I enjoy them? Should I lick them? Suck on them? Or hold them in my mouth?

I chose to lick, tracing circles around the girl's breasts, licking step by step towards her
nipples . I didn't miss an inch of her skin, while my nose greedily inhaled her
milky scent—a faint yet intoxicating fragrance unique to girls.

My tongue slowly slid towards the center of her breasts, where two delicate pink nipples stood erect. Afraid of scratching
them, I prepared a little saliva on my tongue and gently teased one of the nipples.

"Ah...ah..." The girl's heavy panting had turned into a melodious moan.

I noticed two blushes rising on her face, a lovely pink. Girl, tonight I will serve you
well , enjoy you, and give you and me the most wonderful night.

My lips finally captured the girl's nipple, sucking, tasting, and gently biting, while my other hand increased
the pressure of kneading her other breast. It was a massage, yet also a violation; a service, yet also pleasure.

The girl finally couldn't take it anymore and softly said, "I want it." My tongue
reluctantly withdrew from her nipple, but didn't leave her body, instead
licking down her breast.

As my tongue licked her navel again, my hand gently unbuttoned her blue
jeans and pulled down the zipper.

Pink again—pink panties—paired with blue jeans and the girl's youthful body, creating
another shocking and intoxicating scene.

My tongue eagerly licked towards the girl's pink panties, while one hand supported
her buttocks and the other pulled down her jeans until they were fully exposed
.

My tongue slowly slipped inside the panties, licking and exploring, gradually
reaching her pubic hair. I quickly pulled off her jeans and eagerly
slipped inside her panties again, while my hand roamed over her thigh, taking two steps forward and one step back,
slowly groping towards her groin.

Initially, I didn't use my hands when pulling down her panties. As my tongue
explored , I used the elasticity of the fabric to slip my lips, nose, and even half my face inside. I
breathed heavily, inhaling deeply the fragrant scent of her genitals.

My large hands slowly caressed the inside of her fair thighs, sliding towards her private parts.

The girl's reaction grew stronger, her alluring moans becoming more rapid, her body twisting and turning.
My tongue was almost touching her clitoris, but the elasticity of her panties had reached its limit, making it difficult
to explore further.

Half my face was buried inside her panties, pressed against her soft abdomen, and I was breathing heavily
. Reluctantly, I pulled my head back in, taking a few deep breaths as a break.

Looking up, I saw the girl's flushed face, her mouth agape as she gasped for breath. When she realized I was
looking at her, the blush on her face became even more alluring.

I whispered, "You're so beautiful. Did it feel good when I touched you just now?"

"It felt good... I can't take it anymore..." The girl's weak reply only fueled my passion.

"Your panties are soaking wet..."

The girl shyly closed her eyes, refusing to answer me. She probably knew that her lower body was already overflowing with desire
. Her pink panties were originally opaque, only vaguely revealing the girl's pubic hair. But now,
the girl's private area was completely soaked; not only could I see her sparse pubic hair, but I could even
clearly see the cleft of her vulva.

"Watch me, okay? Let's enjoy it together."

"Mmm..."

I raised the pillow the girl was using so she could see how I was caressing her private parts.

I wasn't in a hurry to remove the last piece of clothing covering her, but instead spread
her legs and knelt between them. Looking up, I could see her vulva, wet with her juices, and her dazed
face .

I used my tongue to lick her fair thighs from bottom to top, leaving my greedy saliva on every inch of her delicate skin
. Finally, I reached the base of her thighs, licking around the edge of her panties
before slipping my tongue into a crevice.

The saliva on my tongue mingled with the girl's vaginal fluid. I repeatedly licked one of her
labia, the saliva and vaginal fluid increasing until that side of her panties was completely soaked.

"Ah...ah..." the girl's alluring moans rang out again.

I occasionally glanced at the girl's ecstatic expression. Her face was flushed, making her even more
adorable . Her eyes opened and closed intermittently, seemingly enjoying
the visual feast of a strange man licking her private parts, yet also seemingly unable to resist the tingling sensation.

I grew tired, withdrawing my tongue from the girl's panties,
breathing . In that instant, the girl's moan rose a decibel; she must have felt
the burning sensation emanating from her lower body.

It was time to unveil the mystery. I quickly pulled down the girl's panties, but only one leg;
the panties hung on the other, then I pulled them up to her inner thigh. Pink panties against snow-white
thighs —these colors only fueled my primal desires.

The girl's genitals, her vulva, her most mysterious part, were finally laid bare before me
. I felt a surge of overwhelming stimulation.

Sparse pubic hair further accentuated the girl's snow-white skin. Her labia were still labial, not yet parted
into two butterfly wings, and their color was flesh-colored with a slight reddish tinge. A few sparse pubic hairs on her labia were already
soaked in saliva and vaginal fluid, clinging to her flesh-colored labia.

Beneath the labia, a hint of pink peeked out from the girl's vulva, and clear,
glistening vaginal fluid began to slowly gather at her anus.

I marveled at the wonders of creation. If the bright red virgin blood of my first love was
something I could never forget, then the pink vulva of this girl before me was equally unforgettable.

The sight before me was overwhelming; I didn't even know where to begin. After hesitating for a long time, I finally decided
to start from the periphery.

So, I placed my hands under the girl's round little buttocks, holding, supporting, and
kneading them. Then, I extended my tongue to her anus, swirling, licking, and sucking...
and then licking upwards along the girl's flowing vaginal fluid.

The girl's moans grew louder and louder, "Ah...ah...ah..."

I have to describe them as moans of lust. My penis was already hard as iron, and my semen was
about to spill out. If I didn't control myself, I would surrender to the girl's beautiful moans and the visual,
gustatory .

The girl's body writhed incessantly, her small hands constantly gripping the pillow and the corner of the blanket. Even with my hands
gripping struggled to control her, so much so that her vaginal fluids frequently smeared my
forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin.

When my tongue touched the opening at the base of her vulva, her body even began
to twitch .

Above, her flushed face was contorted with excitement, her alluring eyes now lifeless,
radiating a lewd gaze. Her delicate mouth opened and closed on its own, emitting increasingly loud moans.

Below, streams of vaginal fluid continuously gushed from the girl's pink opening, the faint fishy smell stimulating my
taste buds and arousing my desire. I greedily, voraciously, like an infant, sucked at the nectar, quenching my
thirsty soul.

My tongue incessantly stirred, probed, and explored the girl's pink opening, yearning for her to bestow upon me even more...
So much nectar. Then, with lips and tongue soaked in her juices,
I scraped and licked back and forth across the girl's labia, slits, and clitoris. Each scrape, lick, and suck brought spasms to her,
each stroke pushing her towards climax…

"Ah…I want…" The girl couldn't withstand the stimulation any longer; she seemed about to
faint . With a burst of strength, she kicked me away and collapsed into a puddle of mud
, panting heavily.

Girl, I hope this delicate foreplay will be unforgettable for you.

Hearing her cry, I could no longer restrain myself. I raised my hard, iron-like penis and thrust it into her tender little hole
. I originally planned to insert it all the way in and then move it slowly, but as soon as I slipped the head
of

my penis into the girl's vagina, she let out a long, lewd moan. The pained expression on her face made it hard for me to tell if it was excitement or pain. Her vagina was very tight, and despite the lubrication,
I still felt considerable resistance when inserting my penis. It was both tight and hot, and since I wasn't wearing a condom (yes, I'll explain in detail later
), I could even feel the folds inside her vagina. Crucially, there was also her intoxicating moan.
I could only adjust my breathing, control my rhythm, and slowly insert it deeper into her vagina.

Two steps in, one step back, and finally, my entire penis was inside her pink vagina. The girl had
her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs clamped around my waist, moaning freely. I was consciously controlling
myself; otherwise, I would have ejaculated immediately. I silently counted to a hundred before slowly controlling my
rhythm .

My penis remained deep inside her vagina, not thrusting, but moving in circles up, down, left, and right.
Although not intense, it reached the deepest part of her vagina from every angle. Heh heh, try it and you'll
know what it feels like.

The girl was almost rolling her eyes back from my thrusting, and I was still able to control my rhythm relatively well, which is why this
has always been one of my favorite ways of having sex.

The girl clung tightly to my body, and I could only try to avoid her mouth with my ears. Firstly,
the heat from her breath was tingling, and secondly, her high-pitched moans meant that even the slightest lapse in attention could lead to an uncontrollable climax. I used a combination of
shallow and deep thrusts, slow and deliberate, to keep her wanting more, and then forceful and powerful, releasing that urge with each higher-pitched moan. With each shallow and deep thrust, I pounded into her vagina, and her entanglement tightened, her neck arching back as she tried to arch it backward. Her moans, "Ah...ah..." grew shorter and shorter. Ah...girl, are you coming? Wait, brother, wait, brother… I could hold back no longer. My long, hard cock pounded into the girl's clitoris again and again. The girl's vaginal fluid made each of my fierce thrusts crackle. A stream of hot vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans… Ah… Ah… I came too. My whole body trembled as a stream of scalding semen shot out, shooting into the girl's pink clitoris, into the depths of her most mysterious and longed-for cave… We lay limp on the bed for a long time before slowly recovering. I said, "Here's some paper to wipe you down." The girl said, "No need, let's go take a shower." So I picked up the girl, and the two naked bodies went to the bathroom to shower together. The sheets were covered with a mixture of our vaginal fluid and semen. I was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old then, and I recovered quickly. In the bathroom mirror, I saw the girl's disheveled long hair , her dreamy eyes, her firm, white breasts, and her snow-white, delicate naked body, instantly reigniting my passion. The water temperature was just right, and we kissed passionately under the shower, our bodies rubbing against each other. The clear water from the showerhead blurred our vision, flowing down our cheeks and into our mouths as we suckled. Soon, the small bathroom was filled with steam, like a fairyland, and we were a little breathless. So, she used soap, and I used shower gel, and we began to lather each other's naked bodies. The girl's naked body, rubbed with the shower gel, became even smoother and more elastic, and my large hands freely caressed . From the girl's neck to her armpits, from her firm breasts to her smooth back, from her round little buttocks to her private parts. Especially her private parts, I squeezed out more shower gel and half-squatted to apply it to her. The girl's inner thighs , sparse pubic hair, pink vulva, and small anus were all covered with shower gel by my big hands. I was still as gentle as ever, caressing and stroking the girl's mysterious triangle area from the outside to the inside, finally stopping at the line from the girl's clitoris to the end of her vagina, stroking it from light to heavy, from slow to fast. The girl finally let out a beautiful moan again. In the small space of the bathroom, the girl's moans of "Ah... Ah..." were particularly clear. My little brother was erect again. The girl squinted, clumsily lathering my penis with soap. My long, hard penis was held in one of her soft little hands and caressed by her other . It felt like it was about to burst. I quickened my pace in rubbing the girl's private parts. Layers of foam The girl's moans grew louder and louder, and she began to lose her balance. She even dropped the soap while applying it to my testicles. Ah... that's about enough. I helped the girl to the sink under the bathroom mirror, had her hold onto it with both hands , and quickly squeezed a handful of shower gel, rubbing it on my inner thighs, testicles, and penis. Then, holding the girl's buttocks, I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in forcefully. "Ah..." The girl's moan rose another decibel. Since I had already ejaculated once before, this time I didn't need to consciously control my thrusting for fear of premature ejaculation . Through the mirror, the girl's disheveled long hair, her wanton expression, her youthful naked body, and the rear-entry position I saw in the mirror aroused my lust even more. I held the girl's small waist and thrust in and out with a series of loud slapping sounds until the girl was almost limp, and I was out of breath but I still hadn't ejaculated. No, I needed more stimulation. I had to adjust my position again, and the girl took the opportunity to wash her eyes with the water from the sink tap, perhaps the shower gel had stung them. I gathered the girl's hair together, held it with one hand, and raised her head slightly, so that we...

We could see our lovemaking reflected in the mirror, enjoying the pleasure of our physical contact while also savoring the excited and wanton expressions on
our faces .

I grasped one of the girl's breasts with my other hand and began my final thrusts.

The small bathroom was filled with mist, as if we had transcended the complexities of the world, and the only thing
left the collision of our two naked bodies, accompanied by the rushing water, the slapping sounds of our flesh colliding, and our
unrestrained moans.

This time, the girl didn't squint her eyes; she, like me, was intoxicated by the visual feast of our physical union,
her eyes revealing excitement and wantonness.

The girl would occasionally turn her head to kiss me, sucking and tasting each other's saliva. I squeezed and kneaded
the girl , my penis thrusting deep into her vagina again and again.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." The girl's body stiffened again, her vaginal fluids washing
over my glans...

"Ah...let's release together, ah..." A tingling electric current shot through my penis,
shooting from the glans into the depths of the girl's vagina...

The girl could barely stand, and I held her breasts with both hands, barely managing to keep her from
slipping to the ground. We breathed heavily, and it took us a long time to recover.

After a quick wash, I carried the girl to another bed (a standard room, haha).
We caressed each other's bodies all night and made love twice more.

When we woke up in the morning, after we entered each other's bodies again, thrusting and colliding, we reluctantly
got dressed and got up.

The girl grinned mischievously and said, "You're done for, aren't you? You're completely exhausted!" (After ejaculating several times,
there was no sperm left, only a little clear fluid.)

"Still laughing at me? I'm so tired I can't even put my clothes on. Do you want me to help you?"

Hehe, although it was a very tiring night, both the girl and I had completely released our desires, and our bodies and minds
had experienced great pleasure. This lovemaking was wonderful.

We made love a few more times afterward, and each time it felt quite wonderful.

Later, my family introduced me to someone, and out of a responsible attitude, I resolutely broke up with this girl. Back then,
I was young and naive. However, this past with the girl is firmly rooted in my mind, something
I'll cherish for a lifetime.
Postscript:

1. Specific details in the story may contain elements of imagination, but the whole event is true,
such as unprotected sex, having sex in the bathroom, and the eventual separation.

2. The girl was more outgoing than me and more relaxed when we were together.

3. The girl's blushing cheeks, pink nipples, and pink vulva, including her pink panties, are absolutely
real. Looking back, I think it might be related to her fair skin. This is also a major reason why I cherish this memory to this day;
I haven't encountered such a pink vulva in all these years, so I appreciate
the beauty of that relationship even more.

4. Unprotected sex, and it was the girl's suggestion. If I were lying, you can scold me however you want. Looking
back , I think it's possible that girls in their late teens and early twenties back then didn't have a strong sense of self-protection, nor
did they understand as much as girls do now.

5. Throughout our long relationship, the girl never asked for a single penny. Firstly,
compensated dating wasn't common then, and girls didn't understand the concept of earning money with their bodies. Secondly, I was young then, had a
good figure, and she was quite satisfied with me.

6. The description of the sexual encounter is quite detailed, and I hope it can inspire male friends in terms of sexual techniques,
especially on how to conduct sufficient foreplay and control the pace of sex. I'm quite perceptive,
and I always serve women in this way during sex. I hope to have the opportunity to try this with female friends.
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