It's truly a memory of her first time.

A few years ago, I was a department head at a local property insurance company.
Because of my job, many friends would come to me for help with claims. Although I couldn't do anything big, I'm
a righteous person, and as long as it doesn't violate my principles, I'll help people whenever I can. It's considered doing a
good . Sometimes, the people I helped would even express their heartfelt gratitude. Why not?
One , near the end of the workday, a friend introduced another friend to my office. Upon entering, I saw she was
a novice driver with a new car. She had just been in a car accident and was being harassed by the other driver. I listened to her briefly explain the situation. She said
the accident wasn't her fault at all, but the other taxi driver was relentless, not only pushing all the responsibility onto her but also
demanding a week's worth of lost wages. Fortunately, his insurance was comprehensive, including a waiver of deductibles.
So, I asked her to bring the taxi driver waiting downstairs to my office as well. I explained that he also
bore , but we didn't want to pursue it further. We just wanted him to cooperate so the insurance company could find a suitable
reason to compensate us. We talked for 20 minutes and resolved the issue. Next, we arranged for damage assessment and scheduled a
repair shop. They left happily together.
Three days later, a strange number called. It was her. She said she had resolved the matter and was calling to thank me
. She said she would have XX (the friend who introduced me to the matter) treat me to dinner another day. I exchanged a few
polite words and hung up. Since it was a small matter, I thought she was just being polite and didn't think much of it. To be honest,
when we met in the office that day, my first impression of her was that she was very fair-skinned and dressed very elegantly. Because I was busy resolving
the issue , I didn't think much of it. Now that she's calling, thinking back on it carefully, hmm, this young woman really
has some charm, haha! I chuckled to myself. But since I didn't know the true nature of her relationship with her friend,
I just smiled and let it go. A week later, she called again: "Brother, you were busy last week. I asked
if you would do me the honor of inviting me to dinner. I thought my chance had come. Normally, she should have invited me through XX. Could it be that my
luck has finally arrived? I said, 'Why don't you see if XX is free tomorrow? If he is, let's have
dinner .' The next evening, the three of us had dinner at the Jixiang Hotel as agreed." During our conversation, she expressed her gratitude to me.
I learned that she and her husband ran a book wholesale business. She was thirty years old, very well-mannered, and had incredibly fair skin.
Moreover, her low-cut dress revealed a bright red tattooed rose above her left breast—it
was so vibrant and beautiful! This left a deep impression on me, and that's how we became acquainted.
We both had a good impression of each other.
We dated for three months, meeting about once a week under suitable circumstances. Sometimes we'd meet with
friends, and occasionally we'd sit alone and chat. I learned a bit about her background:
Chunying, from Dalian, had worked for four years at a public institution after graduating from a technical university. Later, her husband became too busy, so
after getting married, she temporarily suspended her work there, not taking a salary, but simply maintaining a connection to work with her husband.
They didn't have children yet, but I didn't inquire further about her family situation. I always felt that she would tell me what she needed to know;
otherwise, asking too many questions would only annoy her. She also indicated that she had a good impression of me, and I, in turn
, showered her with compliments. Women generally like to be praised for their beauty, so she smiled and accepted my compliments,
clearly sensing my affection and liking for her. Several times I complimented the beauty of her floral tattoo, and she even
pulled down her bra to let me see the entire flower. This is not to say she was seducing me; the flower
was tattooed about 6-7 centimeters below her left collarbone, quite far from her nipple and areola, but the vibrant
red flower and green leaves, tattooed on the upper part of her snow-white breast, contrasting with the faint blue veins beneath her skin,
blended with the green leaves, were breathtaking and made me even more infatuated with her.
On October 18th, a friend in our circle organized a dinner party, and XX wasn't on the invitation list. I told
her I was going to drink and wouldn't drive, hoping she could come with me and drive me back, acting as my female friend. She
readily agreed. However, after arriving at the hotel and sitting down, we were surprised to find that one of her acquaintances was also invited.
This person knew her husband and family and was quite surprised that we were attending as a couple.
Because she was married at the time, she was also very embarrassed. I took the opportunity to go to the restroom and told her to be natural
, that the more nervous she was, the more he would laugh at her, and that at most, he could drink more. I told her to tell the other
friends him not to talk about it. During the meal, we toasted that guy a few more times.
Anyway, everyone drank too much, and then we went to a karaoke bar. I don't remember anything else, only that they sang.
I just kept dancing with Chunying in my arms. To say I danced was really just about enjoying the feeling of being held.
Holding her, my head gently resting on her shoulder, I lost my memory of what happened next. The next day was Sunday, six in the morning. Thirst woke me
up. Where was I? The unfamiliar room startled me. I looked around; my watch, wallet, and car
keys were all there. I was naked. Oh, I drank too much last night. I didn't drive. I even went
dancing . But how did I end up here? Looking at the time, it was too early. I didn't dare call her. I drank
some water and drifted back to sleep. At 7:20, the doorbell rang. Who could it be? I looked through the peephole and saw Chunying
. I quickly pulled on my underwear, opened the door, and rushed back to bed to cover myself with the blanket.
When she came in, she laughed at my actions. "Why are you acting like a shy little boy? Where did your skills go last night
?" Seeing my stunned expression, she closed the door, put down the millet porridge and other breakfast she had bought for me, and sat directly on
the edge of my bed. She kissed my lips. "A kiss! You said you loved me last night, didn't you forget?" At
this point, what was I hesitating for? I continued the feeling of dancing with her, kissing her lips, her earlobes,
her neck. Step by step, I took off her coat, pants, and underwear until she was completely naked in
front . I finally saw the snow-white base that set off that rose. So beautiful! To help me regain my strength,
she fed me a bite of her breast and a spoonful of porridge in bed… During this time, she told me that after everyone left the KTV at midnight
, she was going to drive me home (back then, drunk driving wasn't a criminal offense), but I was drunk and
kept repeating: "I like you! I like your little flower! I don't want to go home," etc. She couldn't find my house, so she had no choice
but to find this hotel to settle me in. After entering the room, I roughly threw her onto the bed and stripped her naked.
He fell asleep with her nipple in his mouth. She rushed home at 2 a.m. because she was afraid her husband would call her. Although we didn't have
real , I had already played with her whole body. She laughed at me and said: "You men
are really something. You say you like my little flower, you play with her, but you say you have amnesia and don't remember anything!"
She was so disappointed last night because things didn't work out, so she got up early this morning to come see me. Once inside, she wasn't shy at all and
got straight to the point. My tongue slowly wandered, licking her vulva, licking her
most intimate spot. I gently parted her labia majora and minora with my hands, revealing her pink clitoris. In a short time, her
clitoris became fully engorged and swollen. I used licking, rubbing, and pressing techniques to make her unable to contain her
excitement , and she couldn't help but moan loudly, "Ah, ah, ah... Husband, it feels so good, husband, husband, I
made the right choice, husband, come and take me, I want to give you... give me what? Give me to you, give me your body
! My body isn't good enough, it's too big. Be specific, husband, you're so naughty! Give me your vulva, okay?
Hurry up, husband, come and fuck me! Fuck what? Fuck my vulva, fuck your little..." "Bitch, fuck your little
slutty cunt," Chunying said, her face flushed, completely aroused. As she spoke, my hands didn't stop,
constantly stimulating her clitoris and vagina. Seeing her juices flowing freely, I dipped two fingers in the juices and held
them up to her, spreading them to show her the long, stringy strands. Playfully, I asked, "What's this, you naughty
husband?" "I don't know," she said shyly, turning her head away. "Don't tell me? Did I suddenly stop?" She was bewildered,
already aroused. "Don't stop, don't stop, husband, I'll tell you, I'll tell you! It's cunt juice, your
wife's slutty cunt juice..." This short exchange greatly shortened the distance between us. The previous hazy, ambiguous
eye contact vanished instantly. I never imagined that this gentle, fresh, and beautiful woman could be
so captivating in bed. A slut in bed—men love that! "Husband, come on!" "What are you doing? What do you think
? I don't know! You naughty husband, come fuck me! I want to!" "What do you want? I want you! I want my husband to fuck me!" "Fuck
where you're fucking my little cunt, no, it's your little cunt," she said, rubbing her erect penis
against her vulva. I thrust in, a warmth I'd never felt before enveloping my penis. I wrapped my arms
around her white buttocks, savoring the sensation. I spread her legs wide,
making it easier to penetrate her and allowing me to clearly see my penis going in and out of her vulva.
As I increased my force, the room echoed with the sounds of our bodies colliding, accompanied by the
squelching sounds from her vagina. The room was filled with the unique scent of our genitals joined together. "Husband, you're so good! Hurry
up, harder! Harder? What are you doing? Fuck me harder!" "Fuck your little cunt harder, my good husband, harder!"
Accompanied by her murmurs, her buttocks writhed in rhythm with my thrusts. My consciousness blurred
, the world shrank, as if it were only this room. "I want to fuck you, Chunying, I want to give you happiness,
I want to send you to heaven, fuck you, fuck you to death, ahhh, come on, fuck me to death, I'm willing to let you fuck me to death,
husband The constant verbal communication brought us closer, stimulating our nerves. My penis ground against
her G-spot, thrusting forward. Amid her moans, I ejaculated into her vagina. We held each other tightly
for a long time, letting my penis soften and pull out on its own, letting the semen slowly flow from her vagina and drip onto the sheets. "
I love you so much! Chunying!" We went crazy all day, front penetration, back sex... hehe, I
tried until 5 pm, when I finally dragged my tired body out of the hotel.
We became lovers after that. She told me she initially liked me a little, but her decision to commit to me
was based on my comment that I liked her corsage. It's
a classic case of "love me, love my dog"—that flower was her favorite, and only a man who liked that flower could like her. That was her logic. Here, I'll briefly describe our sexual encounter;
you know what I mean! Haha, actually, there's so much more to tell, only we two can truly
understand and savor it. We were together for a year, then she moved back to Dalian. I don't know how she is now. I wish her all the best in the new
year!

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