She is a disabled person.

As I stepped onto the door of the sleeper bus, a gentle female voice came from behind me.

"Sir, could you help me?"

I slowly turned around. Standing at the door was a very pretty woman. What struck me

most was her well-defined mouth, which appeared rather wide with slightly upturned corners. Her rosy lips looked

quite full. My first thought was, what would it feel like to insert my manhood into her? A

well-tailored white dress hugged her curvaceous figure, radiating sunshine and vitality. She carried two

large bags, and her bright, clear eyes looked at me with a questioning gaze. What was most alarming was the cane tucked under her

arm —she was disabled! "Beauty is often envied by the heavens," was the phrase that came to my mind at that moment.

I agreed and turned back to take her two bags, helping her onto the train. Her skin was fair and

delicate , smooth to the touch, like silk. I helped her put away her luggage and then helped her find a berth. By sheer coincidence,

we were both on the back of the carriage, in a shared berth, and hers was right next to mine.

"We're really destined to meet!" I said with a smile as I leaned down.

"Destined to meet doesn't necessarily mean destined to be together!" she replied with a sly smile.

"Oh? Can destiny be understood in parts?"

"Isn't it?" She tilted her head, her big eyes fixed on mine.

"Those destined to meet may not be destined to be together, and those destined to be together may not be destined to be together."

"Hmm! That makes sense!" Thinking of my lewd thoughts when I first saw her, I avoided her innocent gaze.

"Giggle..." she suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

I looked at her curiously: "What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, sorry, I just remembered something a friend once said," she said, suppressing a laugh, "

If someone doesn't dare to look others in the eye when talking, unless they're very insecure, they must

have something to hide. You don't seem like an insecure person, so you must have something to hide."

"Really? You're so good at this, you even know I have something to hide?" I tried my best to hide my embarrassment.

"No, no, I just wanted to laugh when my friend said that, I definitely didn't mean you have something to hide."

"Looks like I'll have to keep staring at you, otherwise I won't be able to explain myself." As I said this, I deliberately

widened my eyes and stared intently into hers.

She didn't back down either, slightly tilting her head and deliberately widening her eyes to meet my gaze. Her

eyes were clear and bright, her black pupils like bright stars in the night, making it almost impossible to look directly at her. But

at this moment I could only grit my teeth and endure it with her. For a long time, we remained in this position, and out of

the corner of my eye, I could see other people curiously peeking at us. Suddenly she leaned close to my face, and I could almost smell her sweet

breath.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed, making a disgusted face.

"How come there's eye boogers?"

"No way?!" I was startled. I had just showered that morning, how could this be?

I instinctively touched my eyes—nothing there! I'd been tricked! Turning back, I saw her already laughing

hysterically, covering her mouth. Looking at her sunny and happy face, I seemed to be infected by it too. I could hardly

believe that she was disabled. In my mind, disabled people are generally quite self-conscious because of their disabilities,

and are more or less different from able-bodied people. Although some disabled people appear very confident, it's

just a kind of arrogance to hide their inferiority complex, unlike this girl in front of me, who

was completely . Her happiness and confidence seemed to come from within, and even infected

those around her. But did she really not care at all?

"I admire you," I said seriously.

"What do you admire about me?"

"Your strength."

"..."

Silence fell between us. Had my words embarrassed her or reminded her of painful memories? I

began to regret choosing this topic.

"I'm not as strong as you think," she finally spoke after a long silence.

"Actually, for a long time, I was quite depressed. Especially when I saw people

looking at me with strange eyes, I even thought about dying." She took a deep breath as she said this.

"If possible, I would give anything to get my lost leg back."

I was speechless. Because I was normal, I couldn't understand her pain. For those with courage

, empty and meaningless words of comfort would seem superficial, but I believe that getting through that time required

immense courage. Especially for a beautiful woman. Beneath her confident and happy

exterior , she was also vulnerable.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" After a while, she asked softly.

"I'm sorry," I deliberately avoided her gaze this time.

"It's alright, it's all in the past. Since we can't choose our fate, at least we can

choose our lives, right?"

"Yes, if I could, I would really give you my leg." I meant it

sincerely , at least for that moment.

"Thank you." Her eyes were a little surprised, a little grateful.

"I mean it."

"I believe you."

At dusk, a light rain began to fall outside the car window, as if a white veil had been draped over the world,

obscuring the distant mountains in a hazy mist. The car was still speeding along, and most of the people inside were drowsy. The in-car entertainment

system was playing a South Korean romantic tragedy. She was captivated by the plot, and couldn't help but

sigh and feel emotional along with the ups and downs of the love between the male and female protagonists. At the end, she finally couldn't hold back her tears and they streamed

down her face. I handed her a tissue.

"Why bother? The story is all made up."

"Go away, I believe it's true." As she said this, she wiped away her tears, and I couldn't help but smile and shake my head.

"Wasn't I right just now?" She sniffled.

"What did you say?" "

Those destined to be together may not be destined to be together, and those destined to be together may not be destined to be together!"

"How should I put it? I feel like what you said had a bit of a fatalistic feel to it. What does '

destined

to be together but not destined to be together' mean? In today's society, as long as you have courage, as long as two people truly love each other, nothing can stop you. Look at Yang Zhenning and Weng Fan's marriage; they were not only destined to be together, but who could have prevented them from being together? The man in the movie just now..."

"He seems to love that woman very much, but if he truly loves her, would he be trapped by family and

societal pressures? Especially in today's open society, where even homosexuality is accepted, let alone

normal heterosexual relationships? The only explanation is that the man wasn't resolute enough, which means he wasn't sincere enough,

lacking the determination to commit wholeheartedly. His indecisiveness and fear of loss are the real tragedy of their love, not some vague, fateful notion like 'destined but not

meant to .'"

After hearing my words, she fell into deep thought. I didn't disturb her and picked up a book to read.

Soon, I was immersed in the world of the book. I don't know how much time had passed, but I felt her staring at me. I

turned my head , and she quickly turned her head to stare straight ahead. When I turned back to read, she was staring at me again. I

turned to look at her again, and she quickly stared straight ahead, her eyes darting around. I was both annoyed and amused. I

closed the book and simply stared at her. Her profile was very beautiful.

"Did you see the flower?" Her face wasn't turned towards me, but her eyes were glancing at me sideways.

"Yeah, I saw a really big foxtail grass flower," I replied, pretending to be serious.

She chuckled, "You're the foxtail grass flower! Who has such big eye boogers?!"

"You still dare to say that?! Say it again and I'll tickle you!" I said, breathing on my hand to warm it.

I knew she liked me, but I wasn't sure. I thought she understood what I meant. If

she let me tickle her, it meant there was potential for us to develop a relationship. If she thought I wasn't right, she could just

change the subject. This half-joking, half-subtle approach wouldn't hurt our

friendship .

"I'll say it anyway, such big eye boogers..."

Before she could finish, my hand was already on her waist. Even through the blanket, I could

feel the elasticity of her skin. I tickled her a few times, and she giggled and begged for mercy. Perhaps

our voices were too loud, attracting the attention of other passengers. We stopped teasing each other. We felt closer to each other.

The night grew deeper, but the rain outside the car window intensified. Most of the passengers were asleep;

perhaps to save electricity, the bed lights were off. I lay on my dark bunk, surrounded by the sounds of

snoring, but sleep eluded me. I turned to face her; she was already asleep

, her back to me, perhaps already dreaming.

Her back was beautiful, her long hair cascading over the pillow, her rounded shoulders, slender waist, and shapely hips

all evoking fantasies. Looking at her beautiful back, I felt a strong urge to hug her, but I lacked

the courage. What if she woke up? It would be a disaster. Having such a beautiful woman beside me, yet unable to touch her, was truly a regret

. My heart felt itchy, like a kitten scratching at me, and my lower body felt throbbing with a suppressed urge. I slowly moved

my head closer to her, pressing it against her long hair, inhaling its fragrance. I listened carefully to her breathing;

it was even. Was she asleep?

I reached out and gently placed my hand on her arm, which was exposed outside the blanket. Her skin was smooth and

incredibly delicate. I felt my breathing become deep, and my mind went blank for a moment. I

didn't , trying to suppress my breathing, secretly planning that if she woke up, I would

pretend I was asleep and that my hand on her arm was accidental.

She didn't react at all. I gently moved my hand from her arm to her shoulder, lightly kneading it

. After a while, seeing that she still didn't react, my hand slowly moved towards her front. Through her clothes, my

fingertips touched her bra, feeling the elastic flesh beneath. I felt my mouth go dry,

swallowed involuntarily, and my palms were sweaty.

Just as I was hesitating whether to take further action, she suddenly mumbled something, as if talking in her sleep.

I was startled and quickly withdrew my hand. She rolled over, lying on her back, her hands raised above her head on

either side of the pillow. Because she had rolled over, the blanket covering her upper body was off, and her clothes were half-open. In

the dim , I could

see her snow-white breasts, half-covered by a delicate bra, the upper part exposed, and her areolas faintly visible at the top edge of the bra.

Like being struck by lightning, my mind went blank for a moment, and my whole body felt inexplicably hot.

All reason was thrown to the back of my mind; I only wanted the woman beside me. Taking advantage of the opportunity to cover her with the blanket

, I wrapped myself in her blanket as well. Our bodies pressed together, I could clearly feel her burning

heat . I adjusted my slightly heavy breathing, and gently slipped my hand under the hem of her shirt, my palm resting on her

flat soft abdomen, stroking it tenderly. I turned to the side, my nose filled with her unique body fragrance, and slowly

pressed my body against hers, my full lower body against her thigh. My hand moved slightly upwards, little by little,

slowly approaching her breasts.

Finally, my palm slipped under her bra, touching her flesh, feeling her protruding, soft, warm

breasts . At that moment, I felt a little dizzy, a feeling of unreality. In my hands was

the breast of a woman I had only recently met; I didn't even know her name. Her breasts weren't large, just enough for my

palm to hold. I gently kneaded them; her breasts were elastic. My fingers gently pinched her nipples,

rubbing them with slight pressure. Slowly, the nipples hardened, and her breathing seemed to quicken.

I felt as if my lower body was about to burst, a throbbing, unbearable ache. I flipped her bra up over her breasts

, exposing them completely. She remained motionless. I lowered my head and teased her nipples with my tongue,

occasionally sucking on them. My hand moved down to her genitals, loosening her belt, unbuttoning her pants,

unzipping her trousers, and separating her pants. My hand lingered on her lower abdomen for a moment before loosening the elastic of her

shorts and slipping inside.

She had fine, sparse pubic hair, and her labia were tightly closed. My fingers slid up and down between her labia. At first,

a little vaginal fluid seeped out, but as my fingers continued to play with her, more and more fluid appeared. I

smeared the fluid onto her vulva, moving my middle finger back and forth between her

labia gripped my middle finger tightly. I pressed my entire palm against her vulva, my fingers on her

pubic area, my palm against her pubic hair, especially my middle finger, which was placed entirely between her vulva folds, trembling slightly.

As I moved my entire palm, her breathing became heavier. I increased the intensity of my licking and sucking above her, and I increased

the intensity below as well.

Her vaginal fluids flowed out from between her legs like a fountain, soaking my fingers. My fingers,

coated with her fluids, moved extensively over her vulva. Her genitals were completely wet with her own fluids, becoming

even smoother. I caressed her wantonly, the blanket filled with the scent of her fluids. I used my ring and index fingers to part

her labia, and my middle finger gently circled at the entrance of her vagina. Suddenly, my middle finger plunged into her vagina.

She probably didn't expect my insertion to be so sudden. She let out a soft "ah," and her body trembled.

I absolutely refused to believe she was still asleep. Her feigned sleep was just a woman's unique reserve, so she wouldn't have to

face the embarrassment of being naked together.

Her vagina was narrow; when I inserted my finger, it felt like entering a soft, tight tube.

It felt like I could tear it apart if I pushed too hard. There wasn't as much vaginal fluid as I'd expected. I rotated my

middle finger, occasionally bending it to probe the inner walls of her vagina. Perhaps due to the intense stimulation, she

breathed , her chest heaving violently, her legs tightly clamped around my hand.

I couldn't bear it any longer. I pulled my middle finger out of her vagina and turned her body towards me. She obediently

followed my hand's command. My lips met hers, my tongue teasing her lips

. Soon, her tongue entered my mouth, our soft tongues intertwining. We kissed passionately,

knowing that after tonight there would be no tomorrow. I didn't separate from her until I felt I was about to suffocate.

Thinking back to my initial desire for oral sex when we first met, I instinctively pressed her head down with one hand, pulling her

towards my hips. She obediently bent over and lowered her head. As I thrust my hard, throbbing penis towards her

mouth, she seemed to realize something. Her neck stiffened, and she tried to pull away from my penis. I pressed her head down forcefully

and pleaded softly in her ear, "Please, I'm in pain."

She hesitated for a moment, then stopped trying to pull away from my penis. I rubbed my penis against her lips, and because of the stimulation

, it became huge. She carefully extended her wet, soft tongue and gently

licked the head of my penis. I could feel the stimulation her tongue gave me. She flicked the tip of her tongue at the head of my penis, and fluid kept flowing from my urethra

. She didn't seem to mind at all and continued licking diligently. A tingling

sensation I had never experienced before came from the head of my penis. I held her face with one hand and held her head still with the other. I

lifted my penis and my penis naturally entered her mouth. The warmth of her mouth enveloped my

penis. She opened her mouth wide and let my penis move freely in and out of her mouth. Her saliva moistened

my penis.

The darkness prevented me from seeing her expression, and lust clouded my judgment. In that moment, I used her as

a tool for my release. My thrusts grew increasingly violent, stirring the saliva in her mouth with lewd smacking

sounds. These sounds, in turn, further stimulated my senses. My penis penetrated deeper, and a

muffled whimper escaped her throat. She twisted her head in discomfort, seemingly trying to escape my deeper penetration. At this moment

, I was in the pre-ejaculation excitement phase, my hands firmly holding her head. A large amount of

saliva , soaking her face and wetting

the hair hanging on her cheeks.

My penis continued to slowly push deeper into her throat. She gagged intermittently, each

gag causing a slight spasm in her body. Her hands pressed desperately against my pelvis, resisting my further

penetration. I could clearly feel my penis pressing against the junction of her throat and esophagus, unable to go any further—any

further she would be in the narrow esophagus. Her mouth was slightly squeezing my glans, and my penis suddenly

thickened considerably. A surge of heat erupted at the end of her throat like a volcanic eruption, like a cannon firing, and streams of semen gushed

out. At that moment, she gave up all resistance. I heard her helpless swallowing sounds; in that position,

she couldn't vomit even if she wanted to. She had no choice but to swallow.

After the passion subsided, her tense nerves relaxed, and I released her. Like a startled deer, she spat out my

penis, wiped the saliva remaining on her lips with the back of her hand, and quickly returned to her original position, this time

with her back to me. Reason gradually returned, and the heat in my body cooled down from the ejaculation. Thinking about

how violently I had thrust into her mouth, I felt really guilty. I whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry."

Deathly silence. I tenderly embraced her, and her arms were crossed over her chest, protecting her

breasts . I tried to kiss her, but her lips were tightly closed. She curled up like a wounded animal,

protecting herself. I suddenly felt a pang of regret. If I had been gentler, perhaps she wouldn't be so sensitive now.

But what's done is done, the mistake has been made, how can I make amends?

The rain outside the car window had stopped sometime ago, and everyone in the car was asleep except for her and me. In the darkness, I

gently stroked her smooth, soft hair. She didn't resist. I didn't know how to explain it. Although

she had been willing, it was undeniable that the final, frenzied outburst was not what she wanted.

Speechless. Sometimes, when explanations are unclear, silence is perhaps the best choice. Under the blanket, I

put under her crotch. Her legs were tightly clamped together. She hadn't fastened her belt, which I had just loosened, and I took the opportunity to pull it

down. She struggled as much as she could, but perhaps afraid of waking the passengers next to her, her struggles weren't too violent. I

didn't care whether she wanted it or not, and forcefully pulled off her pants.

Her lower body was completely exposed; in the darkness of the blanket, all I could see was a patch of white flesh. Then

I forcefully parted her thighs, exposing her genitals to me. I cupped her smooth

buttocks , lifting them slightly. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her clearly in the darkness. I brought my mouth close to her lower body,

gently licking and kissing the base of her thighs with my tongue.

I could clearly feel the rise and fall of her body; her breathing gradually became heavier. My tongue moved around her vulva,

gently combing her sparse pubic hair, pinching it between my lips and gently tugging. My tongue

explored her slit, from which flowed streams of tasteless fluid. I mingled this fluid with my tongue

, moving it around her vulva. Her lower body was soaking wet; even the fluid had seeped onto my hands that were supporting her buttocks.

Her hands gripped my hair, her legs spread wide. My tongue circled and licked her vaginal opening.

She trembled slightly, responding eagerly to my thrusts. I grabbed her buttocks, pressing her

vulva tightly against my face, my tongue plunging deep inside her, swirling and churning. She arched her back in excitement, her vulva

clenching tightly around my tongue, the fluid gushing out like a burst dam, flowing onto my face pressed against her

vulva . Her gushing fluids aroused me, my penis hard as a rock. I

thrust even more violently, her vulva emitting obscene sounds.

Her hands pulled me upwards, and I followed her movements, collapsing onto her body. Her

skin was incredibly smooth, soft, and comfortable. Finally, my glans entered her tender vagina. Although it had been

thoroughly lubricated, I still felt the pressure of her vagina on my glans. I slowly pushed,

my penis gradually squeezing into her body. She frowned, her bright eyes wide, her mouth slightly agape,

a look of astonishment on her face. Perhaps she hadn't expected the penis entering her to be so thick.

As I penetrated deeper, her brow furrowed even more, and a look of pain appeared on her face. Her hands

began to push against my waist, her hips trying to pull back, but my penis remained firmly attached to her vagina

like a magnet. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but my knees held her feet firmly in place. Finally, my penis

was fully inside her. She gasped, letting out a muffled gasp, which, though not

loud , was particularly clear in the carriage. I stopped.

I whispered in her ear, "Want to continue?"

She said, "It hurts. Don't move it inside, just leave it like that."

I said, "I'll move it gently, very gently."

She said, "Okay, then you must be gentle."

I slowly moved my penis in and out of her body. Her vagina was warm, especially since it seemed to

have a suction force, tightly surrounding my penis. Each time I thrust in, it was like piercing

her body with a sharp blade. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her body. With each thrust, she let out

a soft moan in my ear. At the same time, her vagina secreted a lot of vaginal fluid because of the thrusting. I never thought that a woman

could secrete so much fluid. So much fluid fully moistened our lower bodies, making them

even smoother. I increased the speed of my thrusting, and her vagina made a "gurgling" sound.

A lewd atmosphere filled the air. My hands pressed against her firm yet soft breasts, kneading them with increasing force

, but I dared not use too much force, afraid of hurting her. My penis slithered in

and out Her face flushed, she closed her eyes, her brows furrowed, her teeth gently biting her

lower lip. Seeing her delicate, unyielding expression, I became even more aroused.

I propped myself up, threw off the blanket covering us, completely disregarding the possibility of the passengers nearby waking up.

I pushed her legs towards her chest, placing them on my arms. Her buttocks arched up, and in the

flickering streetlights, she meticulously watched my penis move inside her vagina. Each movement

stirred the inner walls of her vagina; I could see her labia being pulled into her opening during my thrusts,

and sometimes stretched long by my penis.

She realized I was watching as I thrust, and she grabbed a corner of the blanket to cover her face. She

was before me, her whole body swaying with the rhythm of my thrusts. I knew I was about to reach my limit.

I grabbed her breasts tightly, pinching her small nipples hard and pulling them forcefully.

My penis felt like it was about to burst; every nerve in my body was focused on it. I roared softly, my penis growing

thicker and larger. She sensed my change, her legs clamping tightly around my waist. My penis began its final

thrusts , the violent pumping no longer caring about her feelings, only knowing to desperately thrust deeper and deeper.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. Thick, white semen gushed from my glans. I pulled my

penis , a "pop" sound from her vagina, and sprayed all my semen onto her stomach. Only then did I notice that

the sheets beneath her were soaked.

We embraced, comforting each other with our hands. Although there were no words, we both understood

that we loved each other. But when the car stopped, everyone had to part ways and return to

their own lives. Tonight's experience, for both of us, was something we would never forget.

The car continued speeding along. I wished this was a journey without end, but reality is cruel; no matter

how much time we had left, the car would eventually stop. I secretly slipped my business card into her pocket.

If fate smiled upon us and we were destined to be together, I believed I would see her again. If we were

destined , then we wouldn't regret what happened today, because we were both truly invested.

Even if it was just a performance, it would be enough to etch it into our memories for a lifetime .

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