Beautiful and captivating netizens

To be honest, she was the most beautiful and of the highest quality among all the online friends I'd ever dated: a painting student at an art academy. So, I was quite reserved when we first met. Although she had agreed to go to a hotel with me during our online chats, I still felt a little inferior when I saw her—1.65 meters tall, 95 pounds, slender and tall, with beautiful long hair, a pretty oval face, and luscious lips. Plus, we didn't know where the nearest hotel was, so I suggested we go to a nearby bar first.

While I was chatting about some serious topics with her, racking my brains for any nearby hotels I could remember, her phone rang. The school was calling to tell her to come back for a meeting immediately. It seemed the hotel room arrangement was no longer possible. Despite my disappointment, I still very politely took a taxi to send her back to school. Before leaving, I asked, "If I ask you out again, will you come?"

Her answer was simple yet puzzling: "Maybe 'maybe'." This sentence made me review my high school Chinese sentence segmentation and subject-verb-object identification on the taxi ride home. Later, I chatted about this with a like-minded person via text message. He said he saw a woman with a devilish figure and a devilish face every day.

Unable to bear that disgusting face any longer, he had his colleague call and lied to get away. (PS: This guy has high standards for women; if it were me, I'd just go for it—it's all the same in the dark anyway ^_^). Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a chill: would my angelic-faced online friend pull the same trick? But it's too late now, so I comforted myself by thinking I'd at least acted like a gentleman and had a normal meeting.

A few days later, I drove past her school and couldn't resist sending her a text message. To my surprise, her reply was: "You still remember me? I thought you'd forgotten me." It seems she must think I'm surrounded by admirers, and if she's not around, someone else will take her place. So it seems she wasn't just making an excuse to get away, but actually did something, and judging from her quick reply, she doesn't seem to dislike me. Haha, this is promising. What happened next accelerated the story even further.

One morning I received a joke about SARS and casually forwarded it to her. She quickly replied, "What are you doing?" I teased her with some cheesy lines like "I'm thinking of you," and she retorted, "Isn't your wife here? So arrogant!"

I immediately laid out my plans for inviting her out when my wife was around and when she wasn't. Since it was just a text message, I wasn't afraid to blush, hehe. She chuckled and replied, "What do you usually like to do with your wife?" Perfect timing! She herself steered the conversation towards sex, and it was up to me to figure out how to do it...

As a result, we spent the entire morning texting each other about sex, from her favorite positions to her boyfriend's "quick finish"; from my first online date to my glorious May Day last year. Our topics were in-depth and wide-ranging, and our questions and answers were direct and sensitive. Although I desperately wanted to meet her right away, reason told me the time wasn't right.

However, when she said in her last message, "I'm going to paint now, sweetie, play by yourself," I knew this oil painting girl was definitely mine. (Sorry, dear readers, I've rambled on for so long without getting to the point, wasting your time, but since you've read so much, please be patient, the show is about to begin.) Several more days passed as I fantasized about meeting her.

After unexpectedly waking up from my afternoon nap before 2 PM, I received a text message from her: "Let's meet this afternoon." After some internal struggle (whether to meet her or deal with work first), I decided to meet her. After all, opportunities like this, where a girl takes the initiative to ask you out, don't come around often.

This meeting was the result of a long period of preparation, so I went straight to a three-star hotel I had researched beforehand, booked a room, bought condoms, and waited for her to arrive. After an anxious wait, her figure, wearing a mask (SARS was rampant at the time), finally appeared in my view through the peephole. Just as she raised her hand to knock, I opened the door. She smiled at me and walked into the room naturally.

Her outfit today was a completely different style from when we first met. That day she wore a black knit sweater and black jeans, but today she wore a bohemian-style top and jeans over a short skirt, looking rather unconventional. Seeing me looking her up and down, she tossed her small bag onto the bed and asked a question that left me scratching my head: "What do we do now?"

What could she do? I walked over, patted the bed beside me, and said, "What do you think?" She sat down beside me casually, turned to look at the TV, and I reached out and put my arm around her waist, my lips brushing against her neck. Unexpectedly, she giggled and broke free, standing up and constantly changing channels, muttering to herself, "Why isn't there anything good on?"

I asked, "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" She nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on the TV screen. I said, "Don't be embarrassed, come on, sit down." As I spoke, I reached out and pulled her down. She sat down with her back to me, right between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her waist and whispered behind her ear, "Close your eyes, just think of me as your boyfriend and you won't be embarrassed." As I did so, I raised my hand and cupped her breasts through her clothes.

The full, plump feeling in my palm was almost unbelievable. From the outside, her breasts looked very small. Based on my previous experience with other girls, breasts that were almost entirely supported by a bra could never have this round, full feel. I could barely support them with my entire body, let alone hold them up. The unexpected sensation instantly gave me an erection. I was about to touch her further when she got up again and ran to the bed opposite. I don't like forcing myself on girls, so I didn't follow her.

I sat on this bed and said, "Now that you're like this, I don't know what to do." She stared at the TV for a while, thinking, and said, "How about this, you blindfold yourself." Oh, so she was embarrassed to let me take off her clothes. I tried asking, "Can't I turn around and not look at you?" "No! You have to cover your eyes," she said without any room for negotiation.

I continued my efforts to undress the beautiful woman myself: "Aren't you that embarrassed? You'll see everything eventually anyway." "It's different." It seemed there was no way I could refuse. Helplessly, I pulled my coat over my head, still muttering resentfully, "Why don't you go to the bathroom? Why make me suffer like this?"

She retorted quickly, "Then why don't you go to the bathroom?" Oh, I see. "You should have said so earlier!" I ripped off my coat, not even glancing up at her, who was probably halfway undressed, and went straight into the bathroom—I didn't want to ruin the important matter later by taking one last look! A moment later, she called from outside, "All done!" I went out in response, only to find her clothes, skirt, bra, and panties spread all over the bed. She had already hidden under the sheets on another bed, her hands covering the edge of the sheet, seemingly a little embarrassed.

At this moment, I decided not to be embarrassed either. I naturally stood in front of her, took off my clothes, even my underwear, and lay naked beside her. Seeing me lie down, she turned her face away somewhat awkwardly. I laughed at her, "Still embarrassed now?" As I said this, I turned her face towards me, intending to kiss her. Unexpectedly, she turned her face to the other side and said, "No kissing."

"Why? I don't have bad breath." I continued to push her face unwillingly, but she still firmly avoided my lips and replied, "Even my boyfriend can't kiss me. If you don't believe me, you can ask him." Since she said that, I couldn't continue, so I turned to the next best thing and kissed her earlobe. This time she did not refuse, but closed her eyes and quietly let my lips and tongue slide on her earlobes and side face.

While kissing, I lost no time in running my hands down her bare shoulders, into the sheets, and caressed her breasts. Her breasts were indeed genuine; though small, they were full, round, and soft, supporting my palm. I couldn't resist pulling back the sheet to admire these exquisite breasts, as white and delicate as her skin. As I pinched and kneaded one pink nipple, my lips covered the other.

Her breathing gradually quickened, and her hands began to grip my shoulders. I suckled, my hand sliding over her flat, smooth abdomen, then slipping between her legs to find her shyly hidden clitoris between her pubic hair and labia, and began to knead it gently. Her breathing quickened again, and she hugged me even tighter. After kneading for a while, I used the act of kissing her abdomen as an excuse to pull off the sheet covering her lower body.

Exposed to me, she shyly clamped her legs together, seemingly not wanting me to see her dark, private parts. But this was different from her previous firm refusal; it was merely an instinctive reaction. With a gentle pull, her legs parted, revealing her narrow labia to me.

I lowered my face, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick. She immediately cried out, her body twisting and turning, her hands seemingly pushing my head away while simultaneously pressing it down—a very intense reaction. I didn't care about any of that; I gripped her legs tightly, buried my head deep inside, and licked and sucked relentlessly, her uncontrollable cries of pleasure echoing in my ears.

Slightly salty, her vaginal fluids soon flowed into my mouth. I touched her with my fingers; her clitoris and labia were completely slippery. Now I could play with her even more wantonly. So I slowly inserted my middle finger, first tracing its path along the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, causing her whole body to tense up, before inserting my index finger as well, and then began to rhythmically thrust in and out.

She moaned softly, her hands gripping my arm one moment and the sheets the next, her lower body pressing down on me rhythmically, swaying violently, making a series of "plop plop" sounds as she thrust in and out, her juices flowing freely. Seeing her ecstatic state, I couldn't help but quicken my movements. Suddenly, I felt her vagina widen sharply, as if trying to suck something in, then return to its original position, repeating this several times. She cried out, desperately pulling my body towards hers. I knew it was time to get serious.

I withdrew my fingers, calmly took out a condom, put it on, and turned around. I saw her, like any woman eager for acceptance, slowly writhing her naked body, her breath quickening as she awaited her man's conquest. I knelt down, parted her legs, located the entrance to her vagina, and, holding my erect penis, slowly inserted it into her thirsty, throbbing hole.

As my penis slowly entered, the expression on her face gradually changed. First, she tightly closed her eyes as if enduring, then her brows relaxed, and then her mouth opened, letting out an extremely pleasurable "Ah~~~~~~~" from deep within her throat. Feeling my penis finally completely enveloped by warm flesh, I began a slow but powerful piston-like motion.

To be honest, her vagina wasn't as tight as I'd imagined, but her reaction was far more intense than I expected. After only a few thrusts, her fingers were practically tearing my back apart. I had to keep panting and warning her not to scratch me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain it to my wife. She calmed down a bit, but her moans were still as unrestrained as ever.

After kneeling and thrusting for a while, I turned her over and started my favorite doggy style. She raised her large, white, plump buttocks high, her hands supporting her head, moaning as her whole body trembled with each thrust of my powerful penis. Such a beautiful girl, so wantonly lying before me, gave me unparalleled stimulation. In that excitement, my lower body went numb, and a large gush of semen spurted out.

I held her buttocks firmly, supporting her with my entire body, until I ejaculated the last drop before letting go. Even after I released her, her buttocks remained pressed against my body, shaking violently for a while, until I withdrew my limp penis. Only then did she reluctantly collapse onto the bed. The passion subsided, and she immediately regained her earlier reserve, quickly pulling the sheet over herself.

I leaned down and asked her, "How was it?" She smiled, her face against the wall, and remained silent, seemingly quite satisfied. I leaned against her, gently stroking her arm, and said, "You just wait, you'll see." She turned her face towards me, giving me a slightly ambiguous smile before turning away again.

I ignored her, adjusted my breathing, relaxed, and shifted my attention to the television. This is my experience: if you're too eager to get an erection for the next time after the first time, it can actually affect your mood; conversely, resting comfortably after an orgasm, chatting casually, and watching TV helps you get back into the mood quickly.

We chatted for a while, about 20 minutes, and seeing that time was running out, I prepared for the next round. I said, "Let me give you a massage." She obediently lay down, exposing her entire back. I straddled her and began kneading her neck downwards, all the way down until my hand was once again pressed against her genitals.

I gently rubbed her still-wet vulva, my hand slipping between her breasts and the mattress, caressing her in tandem. Soon her body began to writhe, and I took advantage of the moment to turn her over, continuing to knead her vulva with one hand while using the other to lift my semi-erect penis and bring it to her lips.

She, who refused to kiss me, didn't reject my penis, still wet with semen, and immediately took it into her mouth, sucking it deeply and shallowly. In reality, the mental pleasure of oral sex far outweighs the physical pleasure. Seeing my crude member inside a beautiful woman's rosy lips filled me with an intense sense of conquest, instantly making me fully erect, even worried about ejaculating immediately.

So I almost immediately pulled out my penis—I wanted to conquer her vagina, not her mouth—letting the glans rub against her skin as it slid down to my penetration. She clearly enjoyed this special caress; her body arched dramatically, her moans and gripping tightly conveying her extreme pleasure. Once again, my penis plunged deep into her vagina.

She desperately tensed up, clinging to me, her thighs spread to clamp my buttocks, as if urging me to thrust even harder. I propped myself up with my hands, and in a prone position, I thrust powerfully and rapidly, using my most powerful position. My body, except for my genitals, didn't touch her at all, allowing for more space for movement and maximizing the range and intensity of the thrusts. Sure enough, under the impact of this position, she completely lost herself, only screaming, only writhing, only gripping me tightly, forgetting everything around her, forgetting that she didn't even know my name. At that moment, all she felt was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

Although the prone position can give both partners great pleasure, it is also very tiring. After about a few minutes of penetration, I felt my arms couldn't hold on anymore, so I sat up. She sat up with me and straddled me, turning into a woman-on-top position. However, before I could lie down completely, she impatiently wrapped her arms around my neck and started wildly shaking her hips back and forth. I had no choice but to continue sitting, holding onto her wildly twisting waist to maintain our balance. Her face was tilted back, and she was shaking her hips with great enthusiasm, but this didn't give me intense pleasure. Perhaps if she switched to an up-and-down motion, it would be more intense. However, seeing her excited moans and cries, I didn't change positions, only occasionally thrusting upwards to reward my penis under the weight.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her hands began to grip my shoulders. I sucked, my hand sliding over her flat, smooth abdomen, and went straight between her legs, finding her shyly hidden clitoris between her pubic hair and labia, and carefully kneading it. This time, her breathing quickened rapidly, and her hands hugged me even tighter.

After kneading for a while, under the guise of kissing her abdomen, I completely pulled off the sheet covering her lower body. Because her entire body was exposed to me, she shyly squeezed her legs together, seemingly not wanting me to see her dark, private parts. But this was different from her previous firm refusal; it was just an instinctive reaction. With a quick pull of my hands, her legs parted, revealing her narrow labia to me.

I lowered my face and began to lick her. She immediately cried out, her body twisting, her hands seemingly pushing my head away while simultaneously pressing it down—a very intense reaction. I didn't care about any of that. I gripped her legs tightly, buried my head deep inside, and licked and sucked relentlessly, the sounds of her unbearable pleasure echoing in my ears.

The slightly salty, lustful fluid soon flowed into my mouth. I touched it with my fingers; her clitoris and labia were completely slippery, allowing me to play with her even more freely. So I slowly inserted my middle finger, first stroking it all over the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, causing her whole body to tense up, before I inserted my index finger as well, and then began to thrust rhythmically.

She moaned, her hands sometimes gripping my arm, sometimes gripping the sheets, her lower body pressing down with my rhythm, shaking desperately, making a "plop plop" sound as she thrust, her lustful fluid flowing out incessantly. Seeing her ecstatic state, I couldn't help but quicken my movements. A moment later, I suddenly felt her vagina widen, as if trying to suck in something, then return to its original position, repeating this several times. She cried out, desperately pulling my body towards her. I knew it was time to get serious.

I withdrew my fingers, calmly took out a condom, put it on, and turned around. I saw her, like any woman eager for acceptance, slowly writhing her naked body, her breath quickening as she awaited my conquest. I knelt down, parted her legs, found the entrance to her vagina, and, holding my erect penis, slowly inserted it into her thirsty, throbbing hole.

As my penis slowly entered, her expression gradually changed. First, she tightly closed her eyes as if enduring, then her brows relaxed, and then her mouth opened, letting out an extremely pleasurable "Ah~~~~~~~" from deep within her throat. Feeling my penis finally completely enveloped by her warm flesh, I began a slow but powerful piston-like motion.

To be honest, her vagina wasn't as tight as I had imagined, but her reaction was far greater than I expected. After only a few thrusts, her fingers were almost digging through my back, forcing me to pant and warn her not to scratch me, as I wouldn't be able to explain it to my wife when we got home. She then toned it down a bit, but her moans remained as unrestrained as ever.

After kneeling and thrusting for a while, I turned her over and started my favorite doggy style. She arched her large, white, plump buttocks high, her hands supporting her head, moaning as her whole body trembled with each thrust of my powerful penis. Such a beautiful girl, so wantonly lying before me, gave me unparalleled stimulation. In that excitement, my lower body went numb, and a large gush of semen spurted out.

I held her buttocks firmly, supporting myself with my entire body, until the last drop was ejaculated before letting go. Even after I released her, her buttocks remained pressed against my body, shaking wildly for a while, until I withdrew my limp penis, and she reluctantly collapsed onto the bed. Once the passion subsided, she immediately regained her earlier reserve, quickly pulling the sheet over herself. I leaned down and asked, "How was it?"

She smiled, her face turned towards the wall, and remained silent, seemingly quite satisfied. I leaned against her, gently stroking her arm, and said, "You wait, you'll see later." She turned her face towards me, giving me a seemingly noncommittal smile before turning away again. I ignored her, regulated my breathing, relaxed, and shifted my attention to the television.

This is my experience: if you're too eager to get an erection for the next time after one, it can actually affect your mood; conversely, resting comfortably after an orgasm, chatting casually, and watching TV helps you get back into the mood quickly.

We chatted for a while, about 20 minutes, and seeing that time was running out, I prepared for the next session. I said, "Let me give you a massage." She obediently lay down, exposing her entire back. I straddled her and began to knead and massage down her neck, all the way down until my hand was once again on her genitals.

I gently rubbed her still-wet genitals, my hand slipping between her breasts and the mattress, caressing them in tandem. Soon her body began to wriggle, and I took advantage of the moment to turn her over, continuing to massage her genitals with one hand while using the other to lift my semi-erect penis and bring it to her mouth.

She wouldn't kiss me, but she didn't reject my penis, still wet with semen, at all. She opened her mouth and took it in, sucking it back and forth, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly. Actually, the mental pleasure of oral sex far outweighs the physical pleasure. Seeing my crude member in the beautiful woman's rosy lips, the intense sense of conquest made me instantly fully erect, even worried about ejaculating immediately.

So I almost immediately pulled out my penis—I wanted to conquer her vagina, not her mouth—letting the glans rub against her skin as it slid down to the point of contact. She clearly enjoyed this special caress; her body arched sharply, her moans and forceful grip allowing me to fully experience her extreme physical pleasure.

Once again, my penis plunged deeply into her vagina. She clung to me tightly, her thighs spread wide, clamping my buttocks around her, as if urging me to thrust harder. I propped myself up with my hands, adopting a prone position and pumping powerfully and rapidly, my most powerful position. My body, except for my genitals, didn't touch her at all, allowing for more space and maximizing the range and force of my movements. Sure enough, under the impact of this position, she completely lost herself, only screaming, only writhing, only gripping me tightly, forgetting everything around her, forgetting that she didn't even know my name. At that moment, all she felt was overwhelming pleasure.

Although the prone position can give both partners great pleasure, it is also very tiring. After about a few minutes of penetration, I felt my arms couldn't hold on anymore, so I sat up. She sat up with me and straddled me, turning into a woman-on-top position. However, before I could lie down completely, she impatiently wrapped her arms around my neck and started wildly shaking her hips back and forth. I had no choice but to continue sitting, holding onto her wildly twisting waist to maintain our balance. Her face was tilted back, and she was shaking her hips with great enthusiasm, but this didn't give me intense pleasure. Perhaps if she switched to an up-and-down motion, it would be more intense. However, seeing her excited moans and cries, I didn't change positions, only occasionally thrusting upwards to reward my penis under the pressure.

This position continued for a while, and the base of my penis started to ache slightly. I felt it was time for me to unleash my power. So I pushed her down, and her head was pressed against the wall next to the bed. Now, with each impact, she was forced to tilt her head, her hair scattered messily across her face, her rosy lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed. She looked incredibly sexy. Such a beautiful girl making love to me so wildly made me, who was struggling so hard, even wondered if I was dreaming.

As the movements intensified, her head kept sliding down until it was almost at the foot of the bed. Since the foot of the bed was near the room entrance, I was afraid that her unrestrained moaning would attract the hotel staff, so I pulled out my penis and instead used my mouth and hands to caress her, allowing her wild body to relax for a moment. Sure enough, she went limp as soon as my penis was pulled out, no longer writhing as violently as before. She only occasionally scratched my hair when I kissed her sensitive areas.

My lips moved down her neck, and when I reached her navel, her reaction intensified, especially when I stuck my tongue inside and licked it vigorously. Her hand gripping my hair seemed to want to bald me, so hard that I had to stop after only a short while: "Don't be so rough! If you pull out my hair, it'll be hard to explain to my wife."

She turned away shyly with a smile, gently touching my face, and said, "It's because you licked me so well..." Seeing her seductive manner, my lust was rekindled. I grabbed her arm, pulled her up, and said, "Didn't you say you like standing?" I stood up, lifted one of her legs, and used one hand to guide my penis, trying to find her vagina.

Perhaps the height difference was too great, because I fumbled for a long time without being able to insert my penis. She got impatient, wrapped her arms around my neck, and lifted her other leg as well, so she was now hanging on me. I held her legs with both hands, lifted her body up forcefully, and then sat down. My penis finally slid in smoothly.

She let out a soft cry, her arms tightly gripping my neck. I then used my strength to toss her up and down, my penis rubbing vigorously in and out of her vagina. Although this position limited the range of motion of my penis inside her, each thrust was equivalent to using her entire weight, almost penetrating her uterus. She was incredibly aroused. After a few thrusts, she cried out uncontrollably, "So good... I feel so good!" To be honest, although I'd seen many women make various moans and groans during sex in erotic films, I'd never experienced anything like it before having sex with her. Today, I witnessed it firsthand. It seems her reputation for standing sex wasn't unfounded.

Although it was exciting, the "Italian chandelier" position was incredibly tiring, especially considering she weighs 95 pounds. I could only stand for about five minutes before I was exhausted, so I slowly lowered her onto the bed. Perhaps it was the intense stimulation, or perhaps I pressed on my penis when I put her down, but I ejaculated almost immediately after setting her on the bed. It wasn't satisfying at all.

Due to time constraints, I had to leave. As I was leaving, I asked her, "Was that good enough?" She just smiled without answering. I then asked, "So, next time I ask you out, you won't come?" She immediately corrected me, "I didn't say that!" Haha, it seems I've had my fill of her.

To be honest, she's the most beautiful and has the highest quality of all the online friends I've ever dated: a painting student at an art academy. So when I first met her, I became very reserved. Although she had agreed to go to a hotel with me during our online chat, when I saw her—1.65 meters tall, 95 pounds, slim and tall, with beautiful long hair, a pretty oval face, and moist lips—I couldn't help but feel a little inferior. Plus, I didn't know where the nearest hotel was, so I suggested we sit at a nearby bar first.

Just as I was chatting with her about some very serious topics while racking my brains for any nearby hotels I could remember, her phone rang. The school was calling to tell her to come back for a meeting and return immediately. It seemed the hotel room arrangement was no longer possible. Despite my disappointment, I still very politely took a taxi to send her back to school. Before leaving, I asked, "If I ask you out again, will you come?"

Her answer was simple yet puzzling: "Maybe 'maybe'." This sentence made me review my high school Chinese sentence segmentation and subject-verb-object identification on the taxi ride home. Later, I chatted about this with a like-minded person via text message. He said he saw a woman with a devilish figure and a devilish face every day.

Unable to bear that disgusting face any longer, he had his colleague call and lied to get away. (PS: This guy has high standards for women; if it were me, I'd just go for it—it's all the same in the dark anyway ^_^). Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a chill: would my angelic-faced online friend pull the same trick? But it's too late now, so I comforted myself by thinking I'd at least acted like a gentleman and had a normal meeting.

A few days later, I drove past her school and couldn't resist sending her a text message. To my surprise, her reply was: "You still remember me? I thought you'd forgotten me." It seems she must think I'm surrounded by admirers, and if she's not around, someone else will take her place. So it seems she wasn't just making an excuse to get away, but actually did something, and judging from her quick reply, she doesn't seem to dislike me. Haha, this is promising. What happened next accelerated the story even further.

One morning I received a joke about SARS and casually forwarded it to her. She quickly replied, "What are you doing?" I teased her with some cheesy lines like "I'm thinking of you," and she retorted, "Isn't your wife here? So arrogant!"

I immediately laid out my plans for inviting her out when my wife was around and when she wasn't. Since it was just a text message, I wasn't afraid to blush, hehe. She chuckled and replied, "What do you usually like to do with your wife?" Perfect timing! She herself steered the conversation towards sex, and it was up to me to figure out how to do it...

As a result, we spent the entire morning texting each other about sex, from her favorite positions to her boyfriend's "quick finish"; from my first online date to my glorious May Day last year. Our topics were in-depth and wide-ranging, and our questions and answers were direct and sensitive. Although I desperately wanted to meet her right away, reason told me the time wasn't right.

However, when she said in her last message, "I'm going to paint now, sweetie, play by yourself," I knew this oil painting girl was definitely mine. (Sorry, dear readers, I've rambled on for so long without getting to the point, wasting your time, but since you've read so much, please be patient, the show is about to begin.) Several more days passed as I fantasized about meeting her.

After unexpectedly waking up from my afternoon nap before 2 PM, I received a text message from her: "Let's meet this afternoon." After some internal struggle (whether to meet her or deal with work first), I decided to meet her. After all, opportunities like this, where a girl takes the initiative to ask you out, don't come around often.

This meeting was the result of a long period of preparation, so I went straight to a three-star hotel I had researched beforehand, booked a room, bought condoms, and waited for her to arrive. After an anxious wait, her figure, wearing a mask (SARS was rampant at the time), finally appeared in my view through the peephole. Just as she raised her hand to knock, I opened the door. She smiled at me and walked into the room naturally.

Her outfit today was a completely different style from when we first met. That day she wore a black knit sweater and black jeans, but today she wore a bohemian-style top and jeans over a short skirt, looking rather unconventional. Seeing me looking her up and down, she tossed her small bag onto the bed and asked a question that left me scratching my head: "What do we do now?"

What could she do? I walked over, patted the bed beside me, and said, "What do you think?" She sat down beside me casually, turned to look at the TV, and I reached out and put my arm around her waist, my lips brushing against her neck. Unexpectedly, she giggled and broke free, standing up and constantly changing channels, muttering to herself, "Why isn't there anything good on?"

I asked, "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" She nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on the TV screen. I said, "Don't be embarrassed, come on, sit down." As I spoke, I reached out and pulled her down. She sat down with her back to me, right between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her waist and whispered behind her ear, "Close your eyes, just think of me as your boyfriend and you won't be embarrassed." As I did so, I raised my hand and cupped her breasts through her clothes.

The full, plump feeling in my palm was almost unbelievable. From the outside, her breasts looked very small. Based on my previous experience with other girls, breasts that were almost entirely supported by a bra could never have this round, full feel. I could barely support them with my entire body, let alone hold them up. The unexpected sensation instantly gave me an erection. I was about to touch her further when she got up again and ran to the bed opposite. I don't like forcing myself on girls, so I didn't follow her.

I sat on this bed and said, "Now that you're like this, I don't know what to do." She stared at the TV for a while, thinking, and said, "How about this, you blindfold yourself." Oh, so she was embarrassed to let me take off her clothes. I tried asking, "Can't I just turn around and not look at you?" "No! You have to cover your eyes," she said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

I continued my efforts to undress the beautiful woman myself: "Aren't you that embarrassed? You'll see everything eventually anyway." "It's different." It seemed there was no way I could refuse. Reluctantly, I pulled my coat over my head, still muttering resentfully, "Why don't you go to the bathroom? Why make me suffer like this?"

She retorted quickly, "Then why didn't you go to the bathroom?" Oh, I see. "You should have said so earlier!" I ripped off my coat, not even glancing up at her (who was probably halfway undressed), and went straight into the bathroom—I didn't want to ruin the important things to come by just glancing at her! A moment later, she called from outside, "All done!" I went out to find her clothes, skirt, bra, and panties spread all over the bed. She had already hidden under the sheets on another bed, her hands covering the top, seemingly a little embarrassed.

At this point, I didn't want to be embarrassed either. I naturally stood in front of her, took off my clothes, even my underwear, and lay naked next to her. Seeing me lying down, she turned her face away unnaturally. I laughed at her and said, "Are you embarrassed now?" Then I pulled her face and planned to kiss her. Unexpectedly, she turned her face to the other side and said, "No kissing."

"Why? I don't have bad breath." I continued to push her face unwillingly, but she still firmly avoided my lips and replied, "Even my boyfriend can't kiss me. If you don't believe me, you can ask him." Since she said that, I couldn't continue, so I turned to the next best thing and kissed her earlobe. This time she did not refuse, but closed her eyes and quietly let my lips and tongue slide on her earlobes and side face.

While kissing, I lost no time in running my hands down her bare shoulders, into the sheets, and caressed her breasts. Her breasts were indeed real; though small, they were full, round, and soft, supporting my palm. I couldn't resist pulling back the sheets to admire these exquisite breasts, as white and delicate as her skin. As I pinched and kneaded one pink nipple, my lips covered the other.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her hands began to grip my shoulders. I suckled, my hand sliding over her flat, smooth abdomen, then slipping between her legs to find her shyly hidden clitoris between her pubic hair and labia, and gently kneading it. Now her breathing quickened rapidly, and she hugged me even tighter. After kneading her for a while, I used the act of kissing her lower abdomen to completely pull off the sheet covering her lower body.

Because her whole body was exposed in front of me, she shyly squeezed her legs together, seemingly not wanting me to see her dark private parts. But this was different from her firm refusal just now; it was just an instinctive reaction. With a quick pull of my hands, her legs parted half-willingly, revealing her narrow labia to me.

I lowered my face and began to lick with my tongue. She immediately cried out, her body twisting, her hands seemingly pushing my head away while also pressing it down, her reaction quite intense. I didn't care about any of that. I grabbed her legs tightly with both hands, buried my head deeply, and kept licking and sucking, her unbearable cries of pleasure constantly ringing in my ears.

The slightly salty, lustful fluid soon flowed into my mouth. I touched it with my fingers; her clitoris and labia were completely slippery, allowing me to play with her even more freely. So I slowly inserted my middle finger, first stroking it all over the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, causing her whole body to tense up, before I inserted my index finger as well, and then began to thrust rhythmically.

She moaned, her hands sometimes gripping my arm, sometimes gripping the sheets, her lower body pressing down with my rhythm, shaking desperately, making a "plop plop" sound as she thrust, her lustful fluid flowing out incessantly. Seeing her ecstatic state, I couldn't help but quicken my movements. A moment later, I suddenly felt her vagina widen, as if trying to suck in something, then return to its original position, repeating this several times. She cried out, desperately pulling my body towards her. I knew it was time to get serious.

I withdrew my fingers, calmly took out a condom, put it on, and turned around. I saw her, like any woman eager for acceptance, slowly writhing her naked body, her breath quickening as she awaited my conquest. I knelt down, parted her legs, found the entrance to her vagina, and, holding my erect penis, slowly inserted it into her thirsty, throbbing hole.

As my penis slowly entered, her expression gradually changed. First, she tightly closed her eyes as if enduring, then her brows relaxed, and then her mouth opened, letting out an extremely pleasurable "Ah~~~~~~~" from deep within her throat. Feeling my penis finally completely enveloped by her warm flesh, I began a slow but powerful piston-like motion.

To be honest, her vagina wasn't as tight as I had imagined, but her reaction was far greater than I expected. After only a few thrusts, her fingers were almost digging through my back, forcing me to pant and warn her not to scratch me, as I wouldn't be able to explain it to my wife when we got home. She then toned it down a bit, but her moans remained as unrestrained as ever.

After kneeling and thrusting for a while, I turned her over and started my favorite doggy style. She arched her large, white, plump buttocks high, her hands supporting her head, moaning as her whole body trembled with each thrust of my powerful penis. Such a beautiful girl, so wantonly lying before me, gave me unparalleled stimulation. In that excitement, my lower body went numb, and a large gush of semen spurted out.

I held her buttocks firmly, supporting myself with my entire body, until the last drop was ejaculated before letting go. Even after I released her, her buttocks remained pressed against my body, shaking violently for a long time, until I withdrew my limp penis, and she reluctantly collapsed onto the bed. Once the passion subsided, she immediately regained her earlier reserve, quickly pulling the sheet over herself.

I leaned down and asked, "How was it?" She smiled, her face turned towards the wall, and remained silent, seemingly quite satisfied. I leaned against her, gently stroking her arm, and said, "You wait, you'll see later." She turned her face towards me, giving me a seemingly noncommittal smile before turning away again.

I ignored her, regulated my breathing, relaxed, and shifted my attention to the television. This is my experience: if you're too eager to get an erection for the next time after one, it can actually affect your mood; conversely, resting comfortably after an orgasm, chatting casually, and watching TV helps you quickly get back into the mood.

We chatted for a while, about 20 minutes, and seeing that time was running out, I prepared for the next session. I said, "Let me give you a massage." She obediently lay down, exposing her entire back. I straddled her and began to knead and massage down her neck, all the way down until my hand was on her genitals again.

I gently rubbed her still-wet genitals, my hand slipping between her breasts and the mattress, caressing them in tandem. Soon her body began to wriggle, and I took advantage of the situation to turn her over, continuing to massage her genitals with one hand while using the other to lift my semi-erect penis and bring it to her mouth.

She wouldn't kiss me, but she didn't reject my penis, still wet with semen, at all. She opened her mouth and took it in, sucking it back and forth, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly. Actually, the mental pleasure of oral sex far outweighs the physical pleasure. Seeing my crude member in the beautiful woman's rosy lips, the intense sense of conquest made me instantly fully erect, even worried about ejaculating immediately.

So I almost immediately pulled out my penis—I wanted to conquer her vagina, not her mouth—letting the glans rub against her skin as it slid down to the point of contact. She clearly enjoyed this special caress; her body arched sharply, her moans and forceful grip allowing me to fully experience her extreme physical pleasure. Once again, my penis plunged deeply into her vagina.

She clung to me tightly, her thighs spread wide, clamping my buttocks around her, as if urging me to thrust harder. I propped myself up with my hands, adopting a prone position and pumping powerfully and rapidly, my most powerful position. My body, except for my genitals, didn't touch her at all, allowing for more space and maximizing the range and force of my movements. Sure enough, under the impact of this position, she completely lost herself, only screaming, only writhing, only gripping me tightly, forgetting everything around her, forgetting that she didn't even know my name. At that moment, all she felt was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

Although the prone position can give both partners great pleasure, it is also very tiring. After about a few minutes of penetration, I felt my arms couldn't hold on anymore, so I sat up. She sat up with me and straddled me, turning into a woman-on-top position. However, before I could lie down completely, she impatiently wrapped her arms around my neck and started wildly shaking her hips back and forth. I had no choice but to continue sitting, holding onto her wildly twisting waist to maintain our balance. Her face was tilted back, and she was shaking her hips with great enthusiasm, but this didn't give me intense pleasure. Perhaps if she switched to an up-and-down motion, it would be more intense. However, seeing her excited moans and cries, I didn't change positions, only occasionally thrusting upwards to reward my penis under the weight.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her hands began to grip my shoulders. I sucked, my hand sliding over her flat, smooth abdomen, and went straight between her legs, finding her shyly hidden clitoris between her pubic hair and labia, and carefully kneading it. This time, her breathing quickened rapidly, and her hands hugged me even tighter.

After kneading for a while, under the guise of kissing her abdomen, I completely pulled off the sheet covering her lower body. Because her entire body was exposed to me, she shyly squeezed her legs together, seemingly not wanting me to see her dark, private parts. But this was different from her previous firm refusal; it was just an instinctive reaction. With a quick pull of my hands, her legs parted, revealing her narrow labia to me.

I lowered my face and began to lick her. She immediately cried out, her body twisting, her hands seemingly pushing my head away while simultaneously pressing it down—a very intense reaction. I didn't care about any of that. I gripped her legs tightly, buried my head deep inside, and licked and sucked relentlessly, the sounds of her unbearable pleasure echoing in my ears.

The slightly salty, lustful fluid soon flowed into my mouth. I touched it with my fingers; her clitoris and labia were completely slippery, allowing me to play with her even more freely. So I slowly inserted my middle finger, first stroking it all over the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, causing her whole body to tense up, before I inserted my index finger as well, and then began to thrust rhythmically.

She moaned, her hands sometimes gripping my arm, sometimes gripping the sheets, her lower body pressing down with my rhythm, shaking desperately, making a "plop plop" sound as she thrust, her lustful fluid flowing out incessantly. Seeing her ecstatic state, I couldn't help but quicken my movements. A moment later, I suddenly felt her vagina widen, as if trying to suck in something, then return to its original position, repeating this several times. She cried out, desperately pulling my body towards her. I knew it was time to get serious.

I withdrew my fingers, calmly took out a condom, put it on, and turned around. I saw her, like any woman eager for acceptance, slowly writhing her naked body, her breath quickening as she awaited my conquest. I knelt down, parted her legs, found the entrance to her vagina, and, holding my erect penis, slowly inserted it into her thirsty, throbbing hole.

As my penis slowly entered, her expression gradually changed. First, she tightly closed her eyes as if enduring, then her brows relaxed, and then her mouth opened, letting out an extremely pleasurable "Ah~~~~~~~" from deep within her throat. Feeling my penis finally completely enveloped by her warm flesh, I began a slow but powerful piston-like motion.

To be honest, her vagina wasn't as tight as I had imagined, but her reaction was far greater than I expected. After only a few thrusts, her fingers were almost digging through my back, forcing me to pant and warn her not to scratch me, as I wouldn't be able to explain it to my wife when we got home. She then toned it down a bit, but her moans remained as unrestrained as ever.

After kneeling and thrusting for a while, I turned her over and started my favorite doggy style. She arched her large, white, plump buttocks high, her hands supporting her head, moaning as her whole body trembled with each thrust of my powerful penis. Such a beautiful girl, so wantonly lying before me, gave me unparalleled stimulation. In that excitement, my lower body went numb, and a large gush of semen spurted out.

I held her buttocks firmly, supporting myself with my entire body, until the last drop was ejaculated before letting go. Even after I released her, her buttocks remained pressed against my body, shaking violently for a long time, until I withdrew my limp penis, and she reluctantly collapsed onto the bed. Once the passion subsided, she immediately regained her earlier reserve, quickly pulling the sheet over herself. I leaned down and asked, "How was it?"

She smiled, her face turned towards the wall, and remained silent, seemingly quite satisfied. I leaned against her, gently stroking her arm, and said, "You wait, you'll see later." She turned her face towards me, giving me a seemingly noncommittal smile before turning away again. I ignored her, regulated my breathing, relaxed, and shifted my attention to the television.

This is my experience: if you're too eager to get an erection for the next time after one, it can actually affect your mood; conversely, resting comfortably after an orgasm, chatting casually, and watching TV helps you quickly get back into the mood.

We chatted for a while, about 20 minutes, and seeing that time was running out, I prepared for the next session. I said, "Let me give you a massage." She obediently lay down, exposing her entire back. I straddled her and began to knead and massage down her neck, all the way down until my hand was on her genitals again.

I gently rubbed her still-wet genitals, my hand slipping between her breasts and the mattress, caressing them in tandem. Soon her body began to wriggle, and I took advantage of the situation to turn her over, continuing to massage her genitals with one hand while using the other to lift my semi-erect penis and bring it to her mouth.

She wouldn't kiss me, but she didn't reject my penis, still wet with semen, at all. She opened her mouth and took it in, sucking it back and forth, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly. Actually, the mental pleasure of oral sex far outweighs the physical pleasure. Seeing my crude member in the beautiful woman's rosy lips, the intense sense of conquest made me instantly fully erect, even worried about ejaculating immediately.

So I almost immediately pulled out my penis—I wanted to conquer her vagina, not her mouth—letting the glans rub against her skin as it slid down to the point of contact. She clearly enjoyed this special caress; her body arched sharply, her moans and forceful grip allowing me to fully experience her extreme physical pleasure.

Once again, my penis plunged deeply into her vagina. She clung to me tightly, her thighs spread wide, clamping my buttocks around her, as if urging me to thrust harder. I propped myself up with my hands, adopting a prone position and pumping powerfully and rapidly, my most powerful position. My body, except for my genitals, didn't touch her at all, allowing for more space and maximizing the range and force of my movements. Sure enough, under the impact of this position, she completely lost herself, only screaming, only writhing, only gripping me tightly, forgetting everything around her, forgetting that she didn't even know my name. At that moment, all she felt was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

Although the prone position can give both partners great pleasure, it is also very tiring. After about a few minutes of penetration, I felt my arms couldn't hold on anymore, so I sat up. She sat up with me and straddled me, turning into a woman-on-top position. However, before I could lie down completely, she impatiently wrapped her arms around my neck and started wildly shaking her hips back and forth. I had no choice but to continue sitting, holding onto her wildly twisting waist to maintain our balance. Her face was tilted back, and she was shaking her hips with great enthusiasm, but this didn't give me intense pleasure. Perhaps if she switched to an up-and-down motion, it would be more intense. However, seeing her excited moans and cries, I didn't change positions, only occasionally thrusting upwards to reward my penis under the pressure.

This position continued for a while, and the base of my penis started to ache slightly. I felt it was time for me to unleash my power. So I pushed her down, and her head was pressed against the wall next to the bed. Now, with each impact, she was forced to tilt her head, her hair scattered messily on her face, her rosy lips slightly parted, and her eyes tightly closed. She looked incredibly sexy. Such a beautiful girl making love to me so wildly made me, who was working so hard, even doubted that I was dreaming.

As the movements intensified, her head slid down until it was almost at the foot of the bed. Since the foot of the bed was near the room entrance, I was afraid her unrestrained moaning would attract the hotel staff, so I pulled out my penis and instead used my mouth and hands to caress her, allowing her wild body to relax for a moment. Sure enough, as soon as my penis was pulled out, she went limp and stopped writhing as violently as before. She only occasionally scratched my hair when I kissed her sensitive areas.

My lips traced a path down her neck, kissing until I reached her sexy navel. Her reaction intensified, especially when I slipped my tongue inside and licked it vigorously. Her hand gripping my hair seemed to want to shave me bald, so forceful that I had to stop after only a short while. "Don't be so rough,"

she said, turning away with a shy smile. She gently touched my face and said, "It's because you licked me so well..." Seeing her alluring demeanor, my desire rekindled. I grabbed her arm, pulled her up, and said, "Didn't you say you like standing?" I stood up, lifted one of her legs, and, with one hand on my penis, tried to locate her vagina.

Perhaps it was because of the height difference between us, but I fumbled for a long time without being able to insert my penis. She got impatient, wrapped her arms around my neck, and lifted her other leg up as well, so she was hanging on me. I grabbed her legs with both hands, lifted her body up forcefully, and then sat down. My penis finally went in smoothly.

She cried out and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. Then I used my strength to start tossing her up and down, making my penis rub vigorously in and out of her vagina. Although this position limited the range of motion of my penis inside her vagina, each thrust was essentially using her entire weight, almost penetrating deep into her uterus. She was incredibly aroused; after a few thrusts, she cried out uncontrollably, "So good... I feel so good!" To be honest, while I'd seen many women making various moaning and groaning sounds during sex in erotic films, I'd never experienced it before with her. Today, I witnessed it firsthand. It seems her reputation for standing sex wasn't unfounded.

While stimulating, this "Italian chandelier" position was incredibly tiring, especially considering she weighs 95 pounds. I could only stand for about five minutes before I couldn't take it anymore, so I slowly lowered her onto the bed. Maybe it was too stimulating, or maybe I pressed on my penis when I put her down, but I ejaculated as soon as I settled her on the bed. It wasn't satisfying at all.

Because of time constraints, I had to leave. Before leaving, I asked her, "Was that good enough?" She just smiled and didn't answer. I asked again, "So, next time I ask you out, you won't come?" She immediately corrected me, "I didn't say that!" Haha, looks like I've taught her a lesson.

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