Post-90s girls are like wolves and tigers

I'm so glad to have found the group again. Before I could, I really felt like the internet wasn't very interesting.
But thankfully, summer is almost here, and my attention has shifted from the internet to the scantily clad girls
on the streets. Hehe, actually, it's not even hot in May and June, but those young women (and young wives)
are already eagerly showing off their figures on the streets. Especially some of the girls with good figures—full hips,
slim waists, and big breasts—they really dare to wear such revealing clothes. I often feel like I'm getting a nosebleed just looking at them. And the post-90s generation
is getting bolder and bolder. Not only are they well-developed and tall at such a young age, but their personalities are also becoming increasingly open.
Just the other night, I encountered one, and I have to admire their courage and marvel at my good
luck . That evening, on my way home from work, because of the crowds and traffic, I don't know how, but I
bumped into a young girl. I only felt like I brushed against her before I braked. But she still fell to
the ground . I was startled and quickly jumped out of the car. There sat a pretty, short-haired girl, her hands
supporting her slender waist, her brows slightly furrowed, gently biting her lip.
It was rush hour, and within ten seconds, a crowd had gathered. Everyone was
chattering . Some said to rush her to the hospital, others said to call the police, some were just there to watch, and
a few young men who looked like thugs started whistling and jeering. While I admired the efficiency of the general public in
gathering amusement, my mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. Then, I couldn't help but laugh. It turned out
the girl was wearing a low-cut, strappy dress, probably made of silk. It
had snagged on my car somewhere, leaving a long, gaping tear. Her bra and panties were clearly visible.
She was blushing, glaring at me angrily, but remained motionless, her hands covering her chest and genitals. Heh.
No wonder some thugs were whistling.
I quickly grabbed my jacket from the back of my car and draped it over her, covering her private parts. I then helped her to see if she could stand up.
She hesitated a bit when I put the jacket on her, but she took it anyway and stood up with my help
. I whispered to her, "I'm sorry, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up now. There are too many people here,
let's talk in the car."
I was really afraid the traffic police would show up; that would be troublesome, especially since my car didn't have an environmental protection sticker. She hesitated for a moment, then
didn't say anything, just lowered her head and followed me into the car.
Once inside, I hurriedly drove away from the scene, just as I breathed a sigh of relief—I hadn't seen any police. She
casually said to me, "How could you drive like that? You made me so embarrassed, and my clothes are ruined too.
Why am I so unlucky?" I quickly apologized and offered to take her to the hospital, but she pouted and said,
"No need to go to the hospital, just take me home. I need to change. I'd be so ashamed to go to the hospital dressed like this."
Heh, I felt like things weren't as serious as I'd imagined.
Her tone seemed alright. I readily agreed, secretly glancing at this girl. From the side, she was quite
pretty, with a decent bust and nice skin. Could this be a chance for a romantic encounter? I quickly
expressed my sincerity by offering to treat her to a meal as an apology
and offering to compensate her for her clothes. She remained silent for a while, and I didn't dare ask further. Just when I
thought things had stalled, she muttered under her breath, "This dress costs over 600 yuan, are you really willing to pay for it?" Haha,
this looks promising! I said firmly, "Of course I'll pay, and I'll even treat you to dinner." She chuckled
, "Okay, I'll go back and change first, wait for me downstairs." Haha, looks like this is going to work out.
This little girl isn't too greedy; she insisted on going to a seafood buffet. She even brought another girl along. Looks like she
still doesn't trust me. During dinner, I learned they were from the same hometown and had just turned 18. They worked as receptionists and waitresses at a
four-star hotel. After a few drinks, we got to know each other and started chatting about everything under the sun. They were quite
naive, answering any questions. However, they were very vain, constantly talking about making a lot of money, claiming it was to broaden
their horizons . They also expressed a strong interest in bars, saying they'd never been one before. Haha, that's great!
After dinner, I said we still had plenty of time, so I took them to the city's most famous bar street. I even called a
friend over. It was 2v2, so it would be easier for me to make my move. Finally, when we came out of the bar, the two girls were still very
excited. My friend had already been intimate with the other girl. I held back, though, as I'm not used to doing this
in public. My friend and the other girl had already gone to a corner and were groping her, making the
girl moan softly. So everything fell into place. We all went to a hotel.
Although the girl wasn't very talkative in the car, she went wild in the room. As soon as we entered, she
pinned me against the wall, pressed her big, fleshy breasts against me, and started French kissing me.
She was very assertive, exploring my mouth with her tongue. Seeing how proactive she was, I figured I shouldn't just sit idly by. I put my hands inside her bra and started kneading
her big breasts. Wow, girls these days develop so well; I couldn't even hold them all in one hand. And
they were so perky. Especially the nipples, which were as firm as soybeans. And her breathing became heavier and heavier.
I scooped her up in my arms, she gasped, but then jumped into my embrace, her legs wrapped around my
waist . Damn, I got an erection instantly. We stripped each other naked and started giving each other oral sex while showering.
Her vagina was a light color and looked clean. However, her oral sex technique wasn't very good; she just rubbed
it in her mouth, which made me uncomfortable. I taught her to lick my penis like a popsicle, and she
knelt before me, seemingly understanding, and began to lick it earnestly. Watching this naked, beautiful, and voluptuous
girl sucking on my penis, I felt incredibly happy.
This 90s-born girl, though young, was very bold; she was willing to accept anything I taught her,
even oral sex.
It seemed I was really lucky; I couldn't waste this beauty. Feeling my penis was ready,
I picked her up and placed her on the dressing table, had her spread her legs, put on a condom, and, holding my penis, thrust it
into her. Damn, it's so wet, slippery, tight, and hot inside. So comfortable. Her legs naturally draped over my shoulders
, her hands roaming over my chest. My hands weren't idle either, constantly kneading her full, firm breasts
, occasionally giving them a kiss.
As my movements intensified and deepened, her eyes grew increasingly hazy, her face flushed, and
her hands began to grip my arms tightly. Her soft moans grew louder and louder; she didn't seem like an 18-year-old at all.
That girl was such a slut. Maybe it was because I hadn't done it in so long, but I felt a tingling sensation in my glans,
knowing I was about to climax. I quickly pulled out, ripped off the condom, and sprayed my semen all over her snow-white breasts. She
was leaning on the dressing table, her cherry lips parted, her eyes glued to my purplish-red cock throbbing in front of her
, a large amount of white semen shooting all over her chest.
I was enjoying the waves of pleasure when she suddenly squatted down, lifted my slightly limp cock, and started
stroking it , saying lewdly, "I'm not done yet, can we do it again?" Heh, looks like I've
met a slut. Not wanting to disappoint her, I quickly regrouped and went in again, but this time it was doggy
style. I held her slender waist and thrust hard into her big ass, the feeling was indescribable.
And so, we did it four times that night. The next morning I was sore all over. But she was still lying
in my arms, completely lost in ecstasy. She even said she wanted to do it again. To be honest, by the last time, I
did , and it wasn't thick anymore. Haha, it seems like girls born in the 90s are really something else.
I'm still in contact with her, like friends with benefits. My buddy, on the other hand, didn't even get an erection at the time, and later
told me he was too tired, jokingly saying he'd been raped. Haha. It seems like girls born in the 90s are like
mature women in their late twenties. You can't stay with them for long,
you have to . 18-year-old girls are really tough, like chili peppers, they're flavorful but you can't eat too much of them.

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