Romantic encounters while traveling abroad

To make a long story short, one winter was drizzly and sunny days were a rare sight. The daily commute to work was depressing, and I felt listless at work.
Like most people, I was always busy making a living, and after a year of hard work, my performance at the end of the year was quite good. During the Spring Festival, my generous boss gave me a large red envelope and two weeks of vacation to relax, recharge, and prepare for next year's endeavors.
Many people think that a large red envelope from their boss is a given because of their outstanding performance. I didn't think that way. I believed that a portion of the red envelope should be used to reciprocate in other ways—the money should come from the boss's pocket. Chinese people have always valued reciprocity; if you treat me well, I'll treat you even better.
Taking advantage of the holiday, and still retaining my youthful spirit, and also to show filial piety to my parents, I decided to take them to Thailand to visit relatives (I forgot to mention, my hometown is a region with a large overseas Chinese population, and I've been to Thailand countless times). We also planned to buy some gifts.
After getting passports for my parents, we went to the travel agency to handle the Thailand tour procedures, paying the fees and applying for visas. I explained to the travel agency that once in Thailand, my parents would leave the group and not travel with us; I would travel alone. On the day of our return trip, my parents would simply go to the airport and join the group for the return journey. In short, we bought cheap round-trip tickets. The travel agency lady told me that since I was traveling alone, I would have to share a room with other members of the tour group, or possibly with the tour guide. I jokingly told her, "Could you arrange a young female tour guide for me? I'd be happy to." "You wish!" she said. When the
agreed departure time arrived, I boarded the bus with the tour group and headed to the airport. I helped my elderly parents onto the bus, and after settling them in, I found a quiet, secluded window seat. There were only about 20 people, so there were still plenty of empty seats.
The tour guide also boarded, and just to be on the safe side, he announced some rules to everyone again (which had been distributed during the registration process). Having been there so many times, I now only pay attention to them.
The bus started moving, and we arrived at the airport in silence. After completing the departure and check-in procedures, I waited in the departure lounge to board the plane. Only then did I take a look at the other members of my tour group. Most of the group consisted of people in their thirties and forties, including several couples and a few young men.
One pair of female tour members, who appeared to be sisters, were accompanied by an older woman. The sisters looked to be around 35-40 years old; the older one was slightly fuller, while the younger one was slimmer and taller. Listening to their conversation, I learned that, like me, their mothers weren't traveling with the group in Thailand; only the two of them were on the tour. My parents also chatted with the older woman. I only occasionally chimed in. I learned that the older sister's name was Lu, and the younger sister's name was Wen.
Once on the plane, as everyone knows, short-haul international flights aren't much different from domestic flights; the seats are quite cramped. For me, a relatively tall southerner, it was a bit uncomfortable for three people to squeeze into a row of seats. Luckily, there was a flight attendant I knew on that flight who invited me to sit in the front with the security officer. Unable to refuse her kind offer, I swaggered down amidst envious glances from others. I chatted with the flight attendant briefly during her breaks, but I won't go into details.
After several hours of bumpy travel, we finally arrived at Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Airport. After completing the departure procedures, I crossed the border with the tour group. My relatives were already waiting at the airport exit. After exchanging a few pleasantries with my cousin, my parents were picked up by her and her family, leaving me to continue my seven-day Thailand trip alone.
That day, we first arrived at the hotel and settled in. Everyone generally knew who was sharing a room. I was assigned to the same room as another male tour member (who had joined the tour for the first two days and then left). Lu and Wen's room was one room away from ours, shared by a couple.
After dinner, we all went out to buy some food. Thai tropical fruits are incredibly delicious. Although you can find them in China, they are very expensive.
Being unfamiliar with the area, none of us dared to stray too far from the hotel. After wandering around for a bit, we bought some fruit and returned. At the entrance, we ran into the sisters, Lu and Wen. They seemed to have changed their clothes before leaving, both wearing long dresses. Lu looked a little plump, while Wen appeared taller, her breasts not particularly large, but still quite perky. After a polite greeting, we went our separate ways.
A woman's cleavage, like time, will always have some definition. Nowadays, there are all sorts of bras, and even things like nipple covers. So, for things that haven't been tested, the guys don't need to take what they see too seriously.
Back in the room, we washed some fruit, ate a little, and made ourselves a cup of coffee. My roommate from the tour group had disappeared. I took my clothes, showered, and was lying in bed in my beach shorts, watching TV I couldn't understand, feeling drowsy.
The doorbell woke me up. I opened the door and saw it was Lu.
"What did you buy?" "Some durian, mangosteen, and some other fruits I can't identify."
"Want some tea? Come to our room if you do." "Wait, let me change my pants first."
"Change what?" Lu said casually, displaying the boldness of a mature woman.
I locked the door and followed Lu to their room, but Wen wasn't there. The bathroom door was closed, and I could hear running water coming from inside. It seemed Wen was taking a shower. We chatted casually, and I learned that Lu was 40 and Wen was 38, both older than me. Wen was born in the same year as me, a few months older.
"You have to call us 'older sister'." "It doesn't matter, it's just a title."
"Who has to call me 'older sister'?" Wen asked, just as she opened the bathroom door. "Yuan, he's younger than us, he has to call us both 'older sister'."
Seeing me, a blush flashed across Wen's face, gone in an instant. "I didn't know you'd come." Wen was wearing a tight tank top, and she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She had probably just showered; her breasts, which were a bit large (probably 32C), had two erect nipples that stood out prominently against the tank top. She wore hot pants, showing off her long, slender legs. Wen said somewhat shyly.
Lu: "Wen, come make some tea. I'm going to take a shower too." She picked up her clothes from the bed and went into the bathroom. "Let me do it," I said, quickly boiling water to make tea.
My gaze wandered aimlessly across the room; a few clothes were piled on the bed. Seeing my gaze on the bed, Wen turned around and hurriedly gathered the clothes up. But I still caught a glimpse of her thin red lace bra.
Lu finished showering, and the water was boiling. We made tea, drank tea, and chatted about everyday things.
Lu: "Why didn't you bring your wife on this trip? Isn't it more convenient if she comes alone?" "She came with me a few times, but she didn't want to come anymore. She went up north with the kids to see the snow."
"Why didn't your husband come with you? Are you comfortable leaving him at home?" Lu winked at me. I understood and didn't press the matter further.
After chatting for a while, our roommate returned and asked me for the key to open the door. Seeing that it was getting late, I said goodbye to my two sisters and went to my room to sleep.
I had just fallen asleep when a loud scream came from next door: "Ah!" followed by soft voices. At first, I didn't pay attention. A little while later, I heard moaning and groaning from next door. "Oh, honey, be gentle, your cock is so hard and big tonight." "Ah, don't bite my clitoris." "Does honey's cock taste good, wife?" "Yes, I love eating your glans." "Ugh." The moaning in the middle of the night was incredibly penetrating.
The couple next door were doing their "homework," probably having just started 69 oral sex. "Slap slap slap." The sounds of flesh colliding came from next door again. "Ahhhhh, fuck me, my pussy is so itchy, husband, hurry up, use your big cock to fuck my darling until it's raw."
The sounds of thrusting continued. About 20 minutes later, the woman screamed, "Ahhhhh!" The man, panting, continued the rhythmic thrusting: "Mmm, ahhhhh!" He let out a few muffled groans.
After a brief rustling sound, the night quickly returned to its quiet.
For the next two or three days, we traveled and shopped together, chatting and laughing. I also bought some souvenirs for my wife, son, the landlady, and the landlady's daughter. I also tried to be a gentleman, sometimes helping the two sisters carry their things.
On the fourth day, we arrived in Pattaya. The daytime activities were mostly traditional. In the evenings, we went on the cruise ship for dinner, drinks, and to see a ladyboy show. Wen sat to my right, and Lu was next to her. Wen was wearing a white tight-fitting tank top over a red lace bra, and a black miniskirt.
After the ladyboy show, they came down to play with the tourists, pulling them into dances and having fun.
While we were still drinking in our seats, some ladyboys came over and hugged us from behind, playfully teasing us. They pressed their full breasts against our heads, scaring the two sisters so much they screamed.
The more scared you were, the more excited the ladyboys became. They weren't happy unless you touched them. They'd think you didn't think they were pretty or alluring enough.
One of the ladyboys said to me, "Look at your wife, so scared. Aren't you scared?" "No, why should I be scared of you?" I said, pulling down the front of the ladyboy's dress, revealing her two large breasts. I touched them, and the ladyboy happily cupped them, squeezing her nipples, and even squirted milk (probably from too much hormones). She then slammed her breasts against my face. Honestly, my head was spinning a little.
Yao Yao sat sideways on my lap, facing Wen, and reached out to touch Wen's face. Taking advantage of Wen's inattention, she also sneakily groped Wen's breast. Wen was startled and backed away. Laughing, I reached out and pulled Wen's right hand, saying, "Sister Wen, she touched you, so you should touch her too." As I spoke, I pulled Wen's hand to Yao Yao's ample breasts, and Wen laughed and gently squeezed them a few times. Yao Yao excitedly pulled Wen's left hand, and I took the opportunity to reach out and put my right arm around Wen's waist, pulling her up to hug Yao Yao. Yao Yao and Wen were playfully fighting, while Lu stood to the side, laughing uncontrollably. Behind her, Yao Yao was using her breasts to push Lu's head against hers, her hands reaching forward to touch Lu's breasts.
Hehe, now Yao Yao and Wen were sitting on my lap. Because she was wearing a short skirt, after all that playful roughhousing, Wen was basically sitting on my right leg with her skirt lifted up. It was icy cold, and it felt like Wen's butt was pressed against my thigh. I think this kind of stimulation is what every guy, young or old, dreams of.
Yao Yao pulled Wen up and sat down with her butt facing me, doing a few rear-entry positions, moaning with pleasure. Then she pulled Wen around, pressing her down onto my lap, my hands on Wen's waist, as if I were fucking her. Wen screamed and struggled.
Yao Yao sat down thinking it was just playing around and didn't feel anything. But when Wen sat down, it felt different, and my penis immediately got hard. Lu was laughing and slapping me with her hand. I also felt we couldn't keep making a scene. So I said to Yao Yao, "Okay, okay, stop it." I took out a few 100 baht bills and gave one to each of the girls who had come to play (actually, I gave too much; the going rate at the time was 20 baht per person, and I also gave Lu and Wen tips. It didn't matter, as long as everyone had fun).
After Yao Yao left, everyone sat down to drink again. When Wen sat down, she pinched my thigh and whispered in my ear, "Yuan, you're so naughty." "Me playing with Yao Yao?" "You even took advantage of Sister Wen." As she spoke, she slapped my still-erect penis and turned to whisper to Lu.
The weather in Thailand is unpredictable; sometimes it suddenly starts raining. On the way back to the hotel, it started to drizzle. As we got off the bus and went upstairs, everyone was a little tipsy. Wen had her arms around me and Lu on either side, and we swayed as we walked. Through her vest, I could feel Wen's soft breasts rubbing against my arm. I put my arm around Wen's slender waist and we entered the elevator. Wen's arm was also around me. Facing the door, with our backs against the stairs, I released my hand from Wen's waist and touched her firm buttocks, giving them a squeeze. Wen pressed her buttocks against my hand. I stopped squeezing her buttocks, and my hand remained pressed down. Not being firmly rejected meant there was still a chance.
When I touched Wen's buttocks earlier, I felt it was only through her skirt; I couldn't feel any panty lines. I guessed she was wearing a thong. No wonder it felt so cool when she sat on my lap earlier.
After getting out of the elevator, the group laughed and joked as they returned to their respective rooms. After showering, I went straight to sleep. I heard moaning coming from next door again, but I won't go into details.
On the fifth day, the group took a speedboat to a boat to go parasailing, and then to a small island to eat seafood and swim. While on the speedboat, I told my two sisters, "You two should sit at the very back, not too close to the front." I stood at the very front of the speedboat, holding onto the railing. A few minutes later, we were on the boat. After parasailing for a while, we took another speedboat to the island.
Once on the island, we bought some handicrafts and prepared to go swimming. Lu said, "You guys go ahead, I'll watch your things." "Aren't you coming down to play with us?" "If I go down, I'll have to fight my way through."
I changed into my swim trunks and saw that Wen had also changed into her swimsuit. I was drooling just looking at her. Wen changed into a red bikini. The small piece of fabric couldn't cover her breasts, revealing her white breasts and a shallow cleavage in the middle. Her flat stomach had no excess fat. The swim trunks were tied with small strips of fabric at the sides, forming two bows.
I asked, "You can swim, right?" "No, you can, right?" "Of course I can. Here, put on some sunscreen."
Wen took the sunscreen I handed her and started applying it to her exposed body. Then she bent over to apply it to her legs. When she bent over, her breasts hung down in front of her chest, not large, but quite perky.
I watched Wen apply the sunscreen. Wen looked up and saw me staring at her, looking a little embarrassed. "Have you seen enough?"
Since you can't swim, you'll need to rent a swim ring. I quickly turned around and rented one. We walked slowly towards the crystal-clear sea, our feet sinking into the fine white sand (the excrement of fish that eat coral reefs).
We played in the water for a while, then gradually ventured into deeper water. When the water was about chest-deep, Wen started to lose her balance and had to hold onto the swim ring to try and swim, but she couldn't lift her legs. "Yuan, why can't I lift my legs?"
"Let me teach you." I said, putting the rope from the swim ring around my neck. I grabbed Wen's hand and pulled her backward, letting her kick her legs.
A large wave crashed over, and Wen choked on seawater. She stood up, one hand on my shoulder, the other wiping the seawater from her face as she coughed. I took the opportunity to pat her smooth back. Wen twisted her body and pushed my hand away.
"Let's go practice over there where the waves are calmer," I said, pulling Wen towards a less crowded area with calmer waves. I wanted to escape Lu's gaze.
Wen stopped, using her hands to support herself on the swim ring and trying to jump up. After a few jumps, she still couldn't get on. "Do you want me to carry you up?" "Go away. You're trying to take advantage of me again." I had no choice but to help her push the swim ring down, allowing Wen to sit on it, and then I tied the rope diagonally around her body.
"Push me over there." Hehe, I pushed the swim ring slowly with both hands as I swam, and Wen splashed water at me with her hands and kicked her legs. Taking advantage of Wen's playful antics, I grabbed her legs. Wen no longer resisted and let me push her along. Wen lay on the swim ring with her eyes closed, letting me push her. Her two small breasts rose and fell. There were two small bumps on her wet swimsuit. Wen's legs would occasionally touch my shoulders.
When we reached a calmer spot, we stopped and stood in shoulder-deep water. I dived down and, through the clear seawater, I could see Wen's round buttocks encased in her swim trunks, which were digging a little between her thighs. Emerging from the water, he reached underwater and patted Wen's bottom, startling her so much that she tumbled off the swim ring. Wen, who was 165cm tall, couldn't reach the bottom and thrashed about with her arms and legs. He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her over. Wen pounded on his fists, yelling, "Yuan, you're doing this!" and kicking wildly.
Taking the opportunity, I reached out and wrapped my arms around Wen's slender waist. Wen wrapped her arms around my neck, squinting her eyes, and stopped kicking her legs. I pulled Wen to my chest, belly to belly, supporting her buttocks with one hand, and kissed her lips. Wen's legs wrapped around my waist, my penis pressing against her vulva through her swim trunks. Wen slightly opened her mouth and kissed me, releasing my arms from her waist and pulling back to knead her breasts. Wen's breasts weren't large, just the right size to be held in one hand. Wen trembled slightly, her mouth wide open, sucking hard on my tongue. I pushed up her swimsuit and directly grasped her breast. Wen softly said, "Mmm." Her sucking made my tongue a little sore. My fingers gently pinched Wen's nipples, which were the size of black beans. Wen twisted her hips and made soft moaning sounds. My hand, supporting her buttocks, kneaded them vigorously, then moved down to between her legs. Wen gasped and let out an "Oh," before leaning her head on my shoulder. I pulled down her swim trunks and kneaded between her legs, my fingers kneading her vulva and thrusting in and out of her. Wen wrapped her arms around my neck, tilted her head back, and gently bit her lip. Wen lifted herself up and pressed her mouth against mine, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching down to knead my penis. She squinted her eyes as she kneaded my hard penis and sucked on my tongue.
Just as we were entwined, a wave crashed over us. Startled, Wen covered her face and screamed, pulling her swim ring over her shoulder. Turning around, she saw people speeding past in jet skis and banana boats, creating waves.
Wen lowered her head shyly, adjusting her swimsuit. Blushing, she whispered, "It's time to go back."
Back on the shore, Lu was lying on a beach chair under a parasol, wearing sunglasses. Seeing us return, she asked, "Where did you go? I couldn't see you for a second." "Afraid I'd run off with Wen?" "You wouldn't dare!" She grabbed some fine sand and threw it at me.
Wen and I grabbed our clothes and went to rinse off with fresh water. Lu followed us back to rest under the bamboo shelter.
She quickly finished rinsing and changing, then came out smoking and waiting for Wen. After a while, she came out, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders. Seeing me waiting outside, she smiled sweetly and said, "Let's go." I whispered in Wen's ear, "Was it comfortable?" Wen pinched my waist, "If you keep nagging, I won't talk to you anymore."
We bought three bottles of yogurt and each drank one. The rest of the group returned one after another. Everyone joked while waiting for the return boat. The boat finally arrived, and we took a car back to our hotel in Pattaya. The tour guide told everyone to go back to their rooms to rest for a while before dinner. The evening was free time, and the tour guide, with his silver tongue, persuaded everyone to go see an adult show that night.
I asked the two sisters, "Are you going?" Lu said, "Yes, of course we're going! It's a rare opportunity; it would be a waste of time not to see one." Mature women are bold. Hearing Lu's bold words, the others echoed her, making the tour guide overjoyed and repeatedly saying, "Thank you, thank you."
Back in my room, lying on the bed, I replayed the events in my mind, each scene replaying before my eyes. I never imagined that this seemingly quiet girl could be so passionate. Before I knew it, I had relaxed and fallen asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a commotion outside and the doorbell rang. I hurriedly got up to open the door; it was dinnertime.
I went down to the restaurant with everyone and had dinner. I sat opposite Wen during dinner; she ate quietly, only occasionally glancing up at me and giving me a knowing smile.
When the performance started, I watched Wen nervously follow the carefree Lu into the hall. I chuckled to myself, thinking how different the two sisters were. Wen gripped her handshake tightly with one hand and rested the other on the armrest. I sat next to her, my legs pressed against hers in the darkness.
The performance began, starting with some skits, followed by scenes of women smoking through their vaginas and inserting needles into their vaginas before pulling them out. I heard Wen say softly, "This is okay? Aren't you afraid of getting pricked by needles?" I whispered in her ear, "Here are some props, you can practice." Wen slapped my thigh, "What did you say?"
When the scene of men and women having sex came on, Wen's expression was quite complex; her eyes were wide open, her face flushed. As the penis slid into her vagina, the sounds of flesh colliding made a slapping sound. Her breathing quickened, her firm breasts heaved, her hands gripped the armrests tightly, and her legs trembled slightly. I held Wen's hand, and she gripped it tightly too, her palms sweating and trembling slightly. I whispered, "Are you wet?" Her fingers traced a line on my palm, and in the darkness, I saw her legs pressed tightly together.
After the performance, the lights came on. Lu stood up, her face flushed. Everyone followed the bustling crowd out.
Back at the hotel, seeing that it was still early, Lu suggested going for a walk outside to get some fresh air. I joked, "Calm down, calm down."
Pattaya's nightlife was truly vibrant and diverse, with numerous bars lining the beach, a dazzling display of lights and alcohol. There were many small shops renting motorcycles along the street, with many motorcycles of different heights parked in front. Wen: "It's been so long since I've ridden a motorcycle. Can you ride?" "I dare to drive, are you brave enough to ride?" "Who's afraid of who?"
We chatted with the shop owner in broken English.
"How many tentatives?" " Tenatives
?"
"Yes." " How wildreds
." "One wildred. OK
?"
"No. At least one wildred and fifty. OK?"
"OK. Give me fifty." We high-fived
to make the deal.
Lu and Wen watched as I chatted with the shop owner for a while and then high-fived him to complete the transaction. They all looked completely bewildered.
You guys might think I'm bragging about daring to drive in Thailand. Actually, Chinese and Thai driver's licenses are mutually recognized; you just need to complete the formalities before traveling abroad. It's just that in China, motor vehicles drive on the right, while in Thailand, they drive on the left.
I took the key, got in, and Wen got in too, leaning against my back, her arms around my waist, her firm breasts pressed against my back, warm and cozy.
I inserted the key, saw it was in first gear, engaged the clutch, put the gear in neutral, and released the clutch. I started the engine, gave it a quick throttle, the motorcycle roared, and I released the throttle. I folded up the motorcycle kickstand, tightened the clutch with my left hand again, and slowly released it while increasing the throttle with my right hand. The motorcycle seemed ready to pounce. I released the clutch a little more, increased the throttle, and the motorcycle started moving. I fully released the clutch, and with a roar from the engine, the motorcycle sped along, quickly shifting gears the moment I eased off the throttle.
After riding along the beach for a few kilometers, we turned back. Wen clung tightly to my back, her hair billowing in the wind, her short skirt billowing up to reveal her fair thighs. Back at the shop, after giving the owner 150 baht, the three of us walked back.
"Do you guys drink? Want some to take home?" Wen asked Lu. Lu replied, "Sure." They bought beer and went back to their room. The three of them started drinking, one can after another. Lu was gulping it down, a stark contrast to Wen's slow sips. I, on the other hand, was drinking at a leisurely pace. Soon, after several cans, Lu started to feel tipsy. Looking at Wen, whose face was slightly flushed, she glanced at Wen with a distracted look. Wen smiled knowingly and said to Lu, "Sis, don't drink too much," while opening another can for her. Lu took it and
started drinking again. "
I've had too much, I need to go to the bathroom." Lu staggered into the bathroom, and Wen followed to check on her. A moment later, she helped Lu out. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine. You guys keep drinking. I'm a little sleepy." She then collapsed onto the bed.
Wen and I gazed at each other for a moment, then at Lu lying on the bed. I stood up, walked behind Wen, reached out and kneaded her breasts, then lowered my head to kiss her. Wen returned the kiss passionately. Wen stood up, pointed at the sleeping Lu, and whispered in my ear, "Go wash up first, I'll come over to your side later."
Reluctantly, I suppressed my desire, returned to the room, left the door ajar, and took a pair of underwear into the bathroom.
Lying on the bed in his panties, he wondered if Wen would stand him up. After a while, the door was gently pushed open, and Wen ran in barefoot, then turned around and closed the door tightly. Leaning against the door, she was panting and patting her chest.
Seeing that it was Wen, wearing a loose-fitting dress, he quickly jumped off the bed and went to greet her. The two embraced and kissed passionately, his arms around Wen's slender waist, caressing each other while kissing, rubbing her breasts through her clothes. Wen wasn't wearing a bra, and her small nipples were erect. Their lower bodies writhed and rubbed against each other. I reached down and lifted her clothes, touching her smooth buttocks. I realized Wen was wearing a thong. I pulled the thong aside and touched her vulva, which was already wet. I pressed between Wen's legs, and she trembled, letting out soft moans. Wen's hand also went inside my pants and grasped my penis, stroking it. When she reached the glans, she pressed her thumb against the urethral opening. With each press, a tingling sensation shot through my glans, and my buttocks involuntarily thrust forward. My penis grew harder and harder with each stroke. I pulled my clothes off Wen from the bottom up, and she raised her arms. I took off her clothes, leaving her only in her black thong. I picked Wen up and placed her on the edge of the bed, pressing down on her and kissing her neck. "Oh, it itches." He kissed her while kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, and kissing downwards, his tongue licking her smooth belly. He licked Wen's vulva through her thong, then pulled the thong down with his hand, causing Wen's buttocks to lift up in response.
Wen lay naked on the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs, stuck out his tongue, and licked her vulva from bottom to top. It was wet inside, and her labia minora were a little dark, but thankfully the tender flesh between them was still pink. Wen's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, with not a single hair on her labia majora or minora, leaving only a thin tuft of hair on her mons pubis, which didn't show even through her thong. Licking and sucking Wen's clean vulva, Wen let out a muffled moan: "Mmm." Sucking on her clitoris, "Ah, so good, I want your cock, quick!" Wen screamed, lifting her head and clamping her legs together, trapping my head.
I stood up, lifted Wen's legs, and grabbed them with both hands. Wen rubbed her breast with one hand, and reached down with the other, using her index and ring fingers to pry open her labia, while her middle finger rubbed her clitoris, moaning, "My vulva is itchy, Yuan, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me hard, oh oh." Her ass thrust upwards, utterly lewd.
The large penis was aimed at the vagina, the glans pressing against it. A few drops of clear liquid from the glans mixed with the vaginal fluid flowing out, acting as a lubricant. With a thrust of the buttocks, the glans was swallowed up, and the labia minora were inserted into the vagina. "Ahhh, such a big penis head is fucking me, fuck me hard, fuck this little slut to death." The erect penis head was pressed against the front of the vaginal wall, and the buttocks thrust forward again (everyone should know that a woman's G-spot is a few centimeters deep in the vaginal wall, this kind of fucking will cause the glans to push back and forth and scrape the G-spot), the strong man pushed the cart, the large penis thrusting violently into Wen's slutty vagina. "Ahhh, ohhh, fuck me to death." Wen cried out while rubbing her breasts and clitoris with her hands, twisting her buttocks. "It feels so good, my pussy feels so good, harder, ahhh, it's been so long since I've been fucked,
my pussy is so itchy, ahhhhh!" The lewd moans and the sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room. After a few minutes of vigorous thrusting, both of them were panting, and their movements slowed down. I knelt down and kissed Wen, my penis slowly moving in and out, Wen holding me tightly.
Wen pushed me up, making me sit on the sofa, kneeling down, my hard, wet penis sticking out in front of her. Wen looked up at me, licked her lips with her tongue, then lowered her head, opened her small mouth, and took the glans in. A wave of pleasure surged up from below. Her nimble tongue slowly circled the glans, her mouth sucking on it while pressing her tongue against the urethral opening.
Wen spat out the glans, catching the saliva and precum flowing from her mouth with her hand, smearing it on the glans. She stroked the penis downwards with her hand, taking the entire shaft into her mouth. When she released it, her hand stroked upwards. The up-and-down motion of her hand mirrored the penis's movement in her mouth. She held the entire shaft, sucking hard, her hand gripping it tightly as she slowly stroked upwards. Then, she slowly released the penis, sucking on the head, and with a quick twist, the head popped out with a "pop." The incredibly hard penis pressed against my stomach. Wen got up and turned around, straddling my legs with her back to me, my penis sandwiched between her labia. She raised her buttocks, pulled my penis out from between her legs, spat the saliva and vaginal fluid she had been holding in her mouth into her hand, smeared it on the head of my penis, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and then slammed her buttocks down. "Ahhh!" My penis was swallowed again by her vaginal opening. Wen braced herself on my legs with her hands, moving her buttocks up and down, using her vagina to manipulate my penis. She kept moaning, "I feel so good fucking your big cock!" The fluid flowing from her vagina soaked my pubic hair.
Seeing Wen drenched in sweat, I patted her buttocks: "Get on the bed." Wen, panting, got up and climbed onto the bed.
"Lie down, stick your ass up, spread your legs."
Wen obediently did as I said, lying down with her ass up and legs spread, her chest pressed against the bed, her vulva almost facing upwards. Looking at her slightly parted labia, I stood on the bed, my feet on either side of Wen's buttocks. First, I held onto the headboard with one hand, and with the other, I aimed my penis at her opening and inserted it. "Ahhhhh, you're going in so deep! You've torn my pussy apart, my big cock brother! You're fucking me so good!" Then, holding onto the headboard with both hands, I bent over and thrust my penis in and out of her vagina with all my might.
"I'll fuck you, you little slut, see if you're still slutty!"
"I'm going to be slutty, otherwise my cunt wouldn't be fucked by your slutty cock, your cock feels good and my slutty cunt feels good too."
I fucked Wen's cunt hard, and every time I thrust all the way in, Wen would scream. The thrusting motion became faster and faster, sweat dripping onto Wen's back. Wen's screams became louder and louder. "Fuck me faster, I'm coming, I'm going to heaven ahhhhhhh." With Wen's screams, Wen's vagina contracted strongly, the vaginal opening clamping down on my cock with each thrust.
Wen climaxed, her whole body trembling, and I thrust harder. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh ahhhhhh." I thrust my cock to the deepest part of Wen's vagina, shooting out streams of semen. My penis slowly softened and slid out of Wen's vagina. I collapsed onto the bed, and Wen turned over, lying on her side with her head resting on my chest and one leg wrapped around my lap. We
lay there motionless, both of us completely exhausted. Neither of us spoke, and we rested in each other's arms for a while.
Wen got up: "I have to go over after I wash up, don't let my sister find out. You should wash up too." We
even had a romantic bath afterwards, but I won't go into details. Wen gave me a deep kiss before leaving.
I slept until dawn, then got up to wash. After leaving the room, I rang Wen's doorbell, but no one was there. I had to go to the restaurant for breakfast alone, but neither of the sisters were there either. Just as I was looking around anxiously, the two sisters returned carrying a bag of fruit. "Going out to buy things so early in the morning? Have you eaten?"
What an idiot, asking someone who already knows the answer when they see them coming back from shopping. People often stammer when they've done something wrong.
"Yes, I ate. I drank too much last night, and my head was a little swollen this morning, so I thought I'd go for a walk. But Wen was sleeping like a log; it took me ages to get her out of bed to come with me," Lu said.
"What time did you drink until last night? I didn't even know you left." "We left a long time ago." I thought to myself, if you knew, then there's still hope.
After breakfast, everyone busied themselves packing, checking out, and taking a car back to Bangkok. On the car, Wen and I sat on opposite sides of the back, exchanging knowing smiles. Wen's face was radiant with a blush. On the way, she secretly made faces at me, scratching her face shyly with her fingers.
A lady in public, a slut in private; a gentleman in public, a lecher in private.
After lunch, we went shopping again, a shopping spree, spending over 20,000 yuan. I even bought an extra stingray-themed women's handbag. When we got back to the car, I carefully handed it to Wen, who blushed and whispered, "Thank you." She also gave me a small charm in return.
That evening, we went to their room for tea again, and I kissed Wen while Lu was taking a shower. It seems like it's hopeless if Lu doesn't drink. Because I had to catch an early flight back home the next day, I said goodbye early and went back to my room to pack and sleep.
The next morning, on the way to the airport, I exchanged phone numbers and emails with Lu and Wen, preparing to send them the photos from my camera when I got back.
As for the story with Wen after I came back, I'll write about it later.

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