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I worked through the night at home dealing with business, and the next day, I went to the office with one sleepy eye open. As I walked in, I saw a long-haired girl sitting quietly in the reception area. Because of the frosted glass, I could only vaguely make out that she was short, her head slightly lowered, and I couldn't see her face clearly. She was wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. I assumed she was there for a job interview and didn't pay much attention, walking into my personal office.
I had just sat down, lit a cigarette, and was eager to finish my work and go home to sleep when my secretary, Ms. Chen, walked in with a cold expression. She always had a cold, almost aloof, expression, not just towards me, but towards every male colleague in the company, as if she were always on guard against men trying to get her into bed. I wasn't surprised and asked her what she wanted.
She said a young woman had come to pick up her cousin's passport. Then I remembered that a colleague, Ms. Huang, was going abroad and, to save 500 yuan, had asked me to find a friend at a travel agency to help her with her passport.
The passport arrived yesterday. Ms. Huang called to say she was too busy to come and would have her cousin pick it up. I asked Ms. Chen to invite her in. Ms. Chen gave a curt reply and turned to leave. Although her behavior was aloof, every time I saw her straight, shapely leg under her tight skirt, I couldn't help but feel aroused. But a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, so I just kept my thoughts to myself.
I opened the drawer, took out Ms. Huang's passport, and casually flipped through it, looking at her photo. If Ms. Huang weren't so beautiful and had such a charming smile, I wouldn't have bothered asking a classmate to apply for her passport!
I wondered if her cousin was as charming.
Seeing me staring at her speechlessly, she just smiled quietly, her slightly parted lips revealing perfectly white, translucent teeth. Yet, the aura she exuded gave off a calm, unassuming feeling.
I snapped out of my reverie: "Miss! You…you're Ms. Huang's cousin?"
She nodded: "Yes! Mr. X! I'm here to pick up my cousin's passport!"
She spoke crisply and clearly. As if receiving a royal decree, I handed her my passport. She thanked me, extending her long, slender, white hand to take it. Her fingers were graceful; she was beautiful, even her fingers were captivating.
She said, "Thank you! My cousin told me you're quite good at designing houses, is that right?"
I have a talent for design, but I'm not a professional. In front of my friends, I always consider myself on par with professionals, but today, hearing such a beautiful woman ask about it, I blushed: "Oh…it's just a hobby, nothing special…"
She smiled quietly, looking at me with her captivating eyes: "My cousin said she's seen your place, it's great!"
I smiled awkwardly: "So-so…"
She was quite direct: "I'm thinking of renovating my place, could you come and take a look and give me some advice?"
I was momentarily unsure whether to be happy or worried: "No problem, no problem, everyone can take a look…"
She still smiled calmly: "Thank you then, when are you free? Would you like to come and see my place?"
I was planning to go home and sleep, but hearing this, I perked up: "Oh! I'll be free by noon, and I'll be free this afternoon!"
Her big eyes lit up with happiness: "Okay! I'll wait for you at home at two o'clock this afternoon!"
Then she left her address and phone number, said goodbye, and turned to leave. Only then did I realize that from the moment she entered my office until she left, I hadn't offered her a seat—how rude of me! Looking at her back, her shapely, long legs under her knee-length skirt, paired with black three-inch navy blue high heels, were breathtaking.
I quickly finished lunch, went home, took a shower, changed my clothes, and arrived at Huang Shih-han's place before two o'clock sharp. Right, her name is Huang Shih-han. Her appearance is dreamlike, even her name is dreamlike. On the way there, my mind wandered. I seemed to have heard somewhere that women with thick, long eyebrows have a particularly strong sex drive. I wondered if that was true.
She lived alone and opened the door herself, still dressed the same as this morning. I took a closer look at her eyebrows... hmm! It was indeed thick and long, but seeing her dreamlike eyes, I suppressed the filthy thoughts in my mind, presenting myself as a gentleman. She told me not to take off my shoes, ha! She had the same hardwood floors as my house, and like me, she didn't like taking off her shoes as soon as she entered the house.
I walked into the living room, a high-end apartment with two bedrooms, two living rooms, and one bathroom, decorated in an elegant and simple style. Her master bedroom was white, but the other room surprised me because it was like a giant wardrobe, filled with all kinds of clothes, at least a hundred sets. I wondered why a girl needed so many clothes? But I didn't know her well, so I didn't dare ask.
She wanted to change the interior to a natural wood color scheme, which was easy enough; I could just copy my home's decor here. But to talk to her more, I naturally offered a lot of suggestions and opinions. She just listened quietly, knowing I knew a lot about wood, and her eyes showed trust. Throughout, she was a woman of few words, using concise language. My motto is: the most charming women are those who don't talk much!
We talked for over an hour, and I was already deeply attracted to her. She wasn't tall, only about 160cm, shorter than my 181cm, but her figure was breathtaking. Her soft white silk top accentuated her firm breasts, which I'd estimate to be a 32D. Her
snow-white, rounded legs beneath her skirt made my heart race. Combined with her serene, dreamlike appearance, she was a hidden beauty. When
she noticed me yawning repeatedly towards the end, she realized I hadn't slept all night. Her expression immediately turned apologetic, urging me to go home and sleep. I reluctantly left.
Later, I helped her draw up the construction plans and showed them to her. Unexpectedly, she was going to Los Angeles with Ms. Huang for two weeks, which would be perfect time to finish the woodwork for her house. To catch a glimpse of her, I drove her and Ms. Huang to the airport. She had a great sense of style; that day she wore a black and white outfit. Despite the approaching winter weather, she wore a pristine white silk blouse, a matching cashmere scarf casually draped over her shoulders, a black leather mini-skirt, and mid-calf high-heeled ankle boots. Sitting in the front seat of my car, half of her shapely, snow-white thigh was exposed. The delicate, elegant fragrance of her perfume, like her, was quiet and serene. My goodness, how was I supposed to drive like that? I was completely distracted the entire way to the airport, my eyes glued to her and her cousin as they walked into the departure hall.
On the way back, I kept picturing her shapely, snow-white leg. I couldn't help but grip the steering wheel with one hand and run the other to the leather seat she had just been sitting on. I vaguely felt the seat was still warm; was it because the heat from her thigh sitting on it hadn't dissipated? I remembered Ms. Huang's joke: "My cousin, don't let her fashionable appearance fool you, she's actually very conservative. So many men pursue her, but she doesn't give them a chance. She's as still as water, you know?"
How could I not understand? The first day I met her, her expression was completely calm!
During my two weeks abroad, I frequently visited her place to personally supervise the construction work and check the quality. One day, while helping the workers move her wardrobe, I found a large photo inside, like a poster. I looked closely, and oh my god! The beautiful woman standing in front of a luxury car, sunglasses perched on her forehead, wearing a black leather miniskirt and long black riding boots, her long black hair flowing—wasn't that Huang Shih-han? So she's the spokesperson for a certain luxury car brand! No wonder I've been daydreaming about her ever since I first saw her. I should blame myself for never watching commercials; why didn't she mention it? Oh well! Someone as calm as a still pond probably wouldn't think much of it!
Huang Shih-han would frequently call from abroad to inquire about the renovation progress, and I would honestly report back, maintaining my image as a helpful and upright gentleman. Of course, I didn't ask that she was actually a spokesperson for a certain luxury car brand.
One night, the phone rang and woke me up. I thought it probably wasn't Shih-han, because she was very polite and would never call in the middle of the night, so I answered the phone irritably.
My tone was very impatient: Hello~ Who is it?
She said quietly: I'm sorry to have woken you up!
I heard her soft, gentle voice, and even if a knife were held to my throat, I wouldn't fall asleep: Ms. Huang!
I'm not asleep, I'm not asleep yet, what do you need me to tell you?
I thought it was about the house renovation again, but she said she was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to someone. I was flattered and secretly delighted.
I adopted a considerate and understanding attitude, saying, "Everyone has bad days. You can treat me like a dumping ground; pour out your troubles to me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"
She laughed on the other end of the phone. Women hate talkative men, so she told me that wherever she goes, some inconsiderate men try to get close to her, pestering her and annoying her.
Last night (9 pm US time, 1 pm Taiwan time), she had dinner with her cousin's friends. A male classmate from her cousin's college days tried to get her drunk, but she insisted on not drinking, which resulted in a very unpleasant situation. The man who tried to get her drunk has been a great help to her cousin in business, and her lack of respect for him made her very unhappy. Back at her place, her cousin scolded her, making her very sad. She didn't sleep all night, and her cousin left early this morning without talking to her. Unable to sleep, she called me.
When a beautiful woman is in trouble, I naturally offer kind words of advice, but I can't speak ill of her cousin, since they are blood relatives after all. So, with witty remarks, I subtly criticized the sleazy man who tried to get her drunk, making her laugh out loud, which made her speak more naturally.
She suddenly asked, "When you men see a beautiful woman, do you all think about that?"
I pretended to be clueless: "You all think about that?"
She stammered, unsure how to phrase it: "You know...that, right?"
I continued to pretend: "I don't understand!"
She sounded a little deflated: "You mean...sleep with her?"
I said: "So that's what you mean? That's right!"
She was surprised by my direct answer: "Really? Then...are you like that too?"
I said: "Yes!"
She suddenly fell silent on the other end of the phone.
I continued: "A beautiful woman is sought after by a gentleman; the ultimate goal of a man's relationship with a woman is definitely to sleep with her!"
She said with some disappointment: "So you're the same as them!"
I said, "Let me ask you this: if one day you date a man, wouldn't your ultimate goal be to sleep with him?"
My seemingly ambiguous argument left her speechless for a moment, and the other end of the phone fell silent again.
Her voice, barely audible, finally broke through: "Is doing that kind of thing really that good?"
I said, "What do you mean?"
She became even more shy: "I mean… is it really that good for men and women to do that kind of thing? Why are people thinking about that now…? One of my good friends is like that too…"
I asked, "Is that even a question? If it's not good, why do so many people like to do it? Have you ever done that kind of thing?"
She: "No!"
I seized the opportunity to press: "You're a physiologically mature woman, don't you ever think about it?"
She timidly: "Sometimes I do, but… I'm afraid…"
I asked: "Afraid of getting pregnant?"
She answered honestly: "Yes!"
I asked again: "If it's safe and won't result in pregnancy, would you want to try it?"
She hesitated for a long time before answering: "If it's the right person, I think I would!"
I pressed her: "Have you met the right person yet?"
She fell silent again, pausing for a moment: "I don't know..."
I repeated my usual line: "Once you've had the experience, I guarantee you'll want to do it every day!"
She seemed a little skeptical: "Really?" I didn't believe her; I'd heard the first time is very painful?
Afraid of scaring her, I carefully replied: "The first time is always a little painful, but it gets very comfortable after a while!
" She asked curiously: "Really?"
I boldly said: "If you don't believe me, I'll teach you when you get back..."
She froze: "I... I don't want to..."
Afraid of scaring her, I didn't say anything more: "Okay! These things also depend on fate..."
Then I changed the subject to the tedious details of her house renovation. She seemed to listen absentmindedly, a little disappointed that I didn't bring up sex again, but as a girl who had never experienced sex, she was too embarrassed to bring it up again. We chatted for a short while before abruptly ending the call.
The day before she returned, the house renovation was completely finished. Actually, her house already had basic decorations; I just had someone do the work on the parts she wanted to replace with solid wood, so it didn't really take too much effort.
Han's flight from Los Angeles to Taipei was at 9:30 PM, so I naturally went to pick her up at Chiang Kai-shek International Airport. Unexpectedly, only she emerged from the departure hall. It turned out her cousin had business in Los Angeles, so she came back alone, which was exactly what I wanted. The funny thing was, she had so many clothes, and she was still wearing the same outfit she wore on the day she boarded the plane: a white silk top, a black leather skirt, and black leather mid-calf high-heeled boots. Her shapely, smooth legs, without any pantyhose, were on full display. I immediately reminded myself to concentrate on driving.
Back in Taipei, she seemed quite happy. As soon as we caught up, she kept asking me curiously about how the house looked after the renovations. I casually answered, but of course, I couldn't resist my manly instincts, occasionally stealing glances at her exposed thighs outside her leather miniskirt. On the highway, suddenly a car swerved sharply and cut into my lane.
She yelled, "Watch out!"
I slammed on the brakes. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt, and her body lurched forward. My right hand, which was on the automatic gearshift, instinctively reached out to stop her. By sheer coincidence, my hand landed right between her thighs, meeting her forward momentum. It was as if her genitals were pressed against my hand. My hand, as if blessed in a past life, landed perfectly on her crotch, her slightly protruding vulva within my grasp. Through her tight panties, I could feel the warmth of her vulva.
In that emergency, I essentially pushed her vulva back into her seat. She gasped, whether from the danger of the car or from the sensation of my hand touching her vulva, I couldn't tell. At the same time, my hand felt how narrow her thin silk panties were, and my fingers touched a tuft of pubic hair peeking out. My penis was already erect. She must be wearing a thong! I've heard models, advertisers, and celebrities all wear thongs!
After the danger passed, the car suddenly fell silent. My absent-minded hand was still on her crotch, enjoying the warmth of her triangle area. Her face was flushed to her ears.
She timidly said, "Your hand!"
I only then came to my senses: "Ah! I'm sorry..."
When I moved my hand away from her crotch, I seemed to faintly feel her panties were slightly damp with honey-like fluid.
I turned to look at her apologetically. She stared blankly ahead, her dreamy eyes shimmering with a thin, crystalline luster. An outsider would think she was about to cry, but my experience told me that she had been aroused after her forbidden zone had been touched.
After returning to her place and putting away her luggage, she carefully looked around the house, which still smelled of raw wood. I sat on the sofa watching her slowly walk back and forth in the living room. Her graceful figure, her slender waist of about 21 inches, made her breasts, which were barely concealed by her white silk coat, look so firm. Not to mention her snow-white, shapely legs under her leather miniskirt. I found it hard to imagine that someone with such features, at 22 years old, was still a virgin.
She seemed quite satisfied with the log cabin renovation I had overseen, but the embarrassing scene in the car earlier had left her speechless. Afraid of breaking the bowl if I ate too quickly, I stood up and handed her the keys.
She said, "You're leaving?"
I nodded, "Yes! You must be tired after flying for eleven hours, get some rest!"
She said, "Wait a moment!"
She then quickly went to the room, opened her suitcase, and took out a jar of American ginseng and a nicely packaged parcel, handing them to me.
She said, "This ginseng is for you. You've gone to so much trouble for my house, so this is to help you recover!"
She was so thoughtful, but she didn't understand that what I wanted wasn't ginseng.
She pointed to another beautifully packaged package and said, "This is from my cousin. She's being so mysterious; I wonder what it is?"
I was curious too: "Shall we open it and see?"
She said, "Okay!"
I hurriedly opened the gift her cousin had given me. She curiously leaned closer, gazing at me, a faint fragrance emanating from her hair. My erection started to stir again. Unexpectedly, when the package was opened, it contained an inflatable doll modeled after a foreign celebrity. We were both stunned. I was stunned because Ms. Huang was so thoughtful and mischievous; she was stunned because she didn't know what it was, staring blankly as I carefully unfolded the crumpled doll onto the sofa.
She said, "What's this?"
I said, "An inflatable doll!"
She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! I've heard about this from a friend; it's for men..."
Her face flushed, and she didn't continue.
I said, "Your cousin is really something. She probably bought me one because I don't have a girlfriend right now, so she's got me some to 'play with'!"
She blushed and stared at the inflatable doll without saying a word. I deliberately started inflating it, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her seem to want to stop me, but her curiosity and shyness only made it more alluring. Finally, the previously crumpled doll became three-dimensional, with blonde hair, even her pubic hair was brownish-gold. I turned to look at her, and she immediately looked away.
I said, "Ha! This is the latest model of inflatable doll. Just fill it with warm water, and it'll be just like a real person!"
She turned back curiously and saw me pointing at the doll's vulva.
She said, "Really?"
I said, "We'll boil some water and fill it in to find out… You hold her…"
I said, handing the doll to her and going into the kitchen to boil water. She blushed and carried the doll into the kitchen.
She timidly asked, "After adding hot water, will it be just like a real person?"
I said, "It probably is, but the feeling here (I inserted my finger into the vagina of the inflatable doll in her hand), I think it's far inferior to the real thing..."
She hesitated, "Really?"
I said, "Definitely, otherwise I'd demonstrate for you!"
She thought for a moment, and then said something I never expected: "Okay! If you don't mind!"
I was dumbfounded. I didn't expect her to actually want to see it. I'd played with inflatable dolls before, but performing in front of someone was a first for me. I felt like an idiot. Turning to look at her misty, watery, expectant eyes, I could only grit my teeth and nod.
The inflatable doll, filled with water, lay on the bed like a woman's warm body. She sat quietly on the only small sofa in the bedroom, looking at the inflatable doll on the bed. I went to adjust the lights to the most romantic atmosphere.
She hesitated instead: "Are you really going to do it for me?"
I said, "I don't mind you watching, do you?"
She knew she had agreed herself, and silently lowered her eyes.
She said, "I'm just curious..."
Suddenly, an idea struck me: "But before I perform, you have to help me first!"
She was confused: "Help me with what?"
I said: "You should know that a man's penis must be erect to penetrate a woman's vagina. If you want to see me have sex with her (referring to the inflatable doll), you have to help me get my penis erect!"
She was momentarily at a loss: "Oh..."
Before she could react, I shamelessly pulled down my pants, underwear and all. She looked down, not daring to look at my already swollen, frog-like penis. I slowly walked up to her. She didn't dare look up. I took her hand and made her touch my penis. Her body trembled slightly, her hand clenched tightly, refusing to open.
I said: "You don't have to use your hand to help me, as long as you let me caress you, that counts as helping me..."
She didn't dare look at me: "You... how does this count as helping you?"
I said: "When I caress your body, I get aroused, and when I'm aroused, I can have sex with the inflatable doll!"
Actually, being inexperienced, she was quite dense. My 17.5cm long penis was already erect and very hard, but she still didn't understand.
Hearing me say that, she remained silent. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on her round, smooth thighs, feeling the muscles in her bare thighs twitching, her thighs pressed tightly together.
I said, "If you don't let me touch you properly, how can you watch me perform with the inflatable doll?"
Perhaps intentionally, or knowing that I was using the inflatable doll as an excuse, she slowly parted her thighs. My hand gently probed down to the base of her thighs. Her face was flushed, she was slightly panting, and her body leaned softly against the sofa, not daring to look at me. When my hand touched her bulging vulva outside her thong, I felt that the entire thong was already soaking wet. A small tuft of pubic hair sticking out of the thong was covered with dew-like drops of honey-like fluid. I pulled down the thin thong, and my fingers touched her labia. So wet, so slippery. She groaned and grabbed my hand.
She pleaded, "Don't put your fingers in, I'm scared..."
I said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless..."
I pulled my hand out of her panties, and my hand, dripping with honey-like fluid, slipped inside her silk top, touching her 32D bra. I pulled the bra open, cupped her warm, large breasts in my hands, and lightly touched her nipple with one finger. Her areolas were large, and her nipples were erect. I'd heard that women with large areolas had a strong sex drive, and she already possessed two of those qualities.
Under the light touch of my fingers, her nipples instantly hardened. She let out a soft cry, too afraid to move, letting me knead and play with them. Holding her snow-white, delicate, and warm breasts in my hands felt like squeezing a warm, hot potato—it was incredibly comfortable.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at me, which made it easier for me to do as I pleased. When I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, she was startled. But as my tongue teased her erect nipple, she went limp on the sofa like a puddle of water. At this moment, I was certain that her vagina was already overflowing with desire, but I was in no hurry to touch her still-unopened vulva. Instead, I immediately pressed my lips to her soft and alluring lips.
Her body trembled, and I forcefully pried open her tightly clenched teeth with my tongue, sucking on her soft tongue. I greedily sucked on the saliva in her mouth, so sweet and delicious. Her soft tongue dared not wander, letting me suck on it. I inhaled the hot air exhaled from her nostrils, making my penis even harder. If I didn't help it cool down soon, it might explode.
My free hand slipped between her legs, touching a pool of wetness; her crotch was already soaked. As my fingers caressed the soft flesh of her vulva, she moaned loudly, her lower body shyly thrusting in response. I quietly pulled down her thong and gently lifted her black leather skirt, revealing her snow-white, slender waist, her flat stomach, and thick pubic hair. No wonder the thong couldn't hide her exposed pubic hair; she possessed a third characteristic: an exceptionally strong sex drive.
My God! I'm so lucky! Just as I slowly parted her thighs, thinking I had succeeded, she suddenly slammed her legs together and pushed me away.
She said, "No! We've only met a few times, no..."
I didn't dare force her at that moment, because her cousin, Miss Huang, was not someone to be trifled with, so I immediately changed course.
I said, "What are you so nervous about?" I'm not going to do it with you...
She stared at me blankly, somewhat incredulous: ...
I walked to the bedside. Luckily, the water inside the inflatable doll hadn't cooled down, otherwise I would have been having sex with an ice queen.
She stared blankly as I stroked the inflatable doll, gently parting its thighs. As I inserted my large penis into the doll's vagina, I glanced at her. She had her mouth slightly open, her dreamy eyes wide, staring at the point where my penis connected to the doll's vagina.
I pretended to ignore her and began thrusting my penis in and out of the doll's vagina. Perhaps seeing how engrossed I was, in the romantic lighting, the inflatable doll looked almost lifelike. Shihan, leaning back on the sofa, was so absorbed that she forgot to put her thong back on, which I had quietly removed. Suppressing her breathing, I thought to myself that her vaginal fluids were probably overflowing by now.
I picked up the inflatable doll, walking and thrusting my large penis into its vagina. When I reached her, she blushed crimson and dared not look. I took her hand and guided it to the point where my penis met the doll's vagina. Her hand trembled as if electrocuted, yet she curiously and gently touched my penis, which was still outside her vagina. This time, I didn't let her pull away, pulling her up from the small sofa.
I said, "Wouldn't it be clearer if you sat on the bed and watched me have my way with her?"
Perhaps because she was still wearing a short leather skirt and mid-calf black boots, although her top was a little disheveled, it was still safer than being naked. Therefore, she obediently sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing my plan succeed, I immediately took the inflatable doll to the bed for another round. Actually, inserting into an inflatable doll was quite comfortable, but since it wasn't a real person, the sensation wasn't quite there. I was worried about ejaculating, so I only inserted my penis into the doll, feigning thrusting, without rubbing my penis against the doll's vagina, and managed to hold back from ejaculating.
I deliberately groaned loudly, startling her.
She asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
I sighed, "I'm sorry! I tried so hard to ejaculate, to finish this performance and show you something, but she's just a mannequin, I don't feel it's enough, I can't ejaculate!"
She said, "Oh! What should I do?"
She was sitting on the bed, her legs slightly bent and apart, unaware that my lecherous eyes had already spotted her parted thighs, vaguely seeing thick pubic hair.
I said helplessly, "Unless a real woman helps me, I can't ejaculate!"
She seemed to realize something, but was also a little confused: "Oh! Then…then don't do it!"
I said, "It's difficult!"
I pulled out my erect penis and presented it to her.
I said, "Look how engorged it is, if I don't ejaculate, I'll be miserable!"
She hesitated: "This…"
I gently stroked her thigh, she trembled slightly, but didn't move.
I mustered my courage: "Would you help me?"
She said with difficulty, "How do you want me to help?"
I went all out: "Use your vagina to help me squeeze it out…"
She said nervously, "Oh…my friend said I can use my hand?"
I slipped my hand between her thighs, my fingertips gently kneading the tip of her penis on her vulva. She nearly collapsed again, but this time she didn't stop my caresses.
I pressed on: "Isn't using your hand like using an inflatable doll—you feel nothing?"
She shyly turned
her head away, unable to look at me. My fingers, now coated in the slippery fluids of her vagina, moved faster and faster. She gasped for breath. I kissed her soft lips, sucking hard on her tongue. Suddenly, she let out a soft moan, her hands gripping my arm tightly. My fingers, caressing her vulva, felt a surge of heat; she had reached orgasm.
During her orgasm, her two snow-white thighs trembled as if in spasms. Taking advantage of this moment, I lifted her skirt and pressed my penis against her wet vulva. She turned her head away from my kiss, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart pounding, her face flushed, and her large eyes brimming with tears. Her lower body was limp and yielding to my pressure. I didn't dare delay, immediately inserting my large penis into her already incredibly wet vagina. She
tensed and cried out in pain. She cried out, "Ah! It hurts! Take it out..."
I looked down at my large penis already inside her vagina; below the glans, the entire shaft was still protruding. I saw her vagina tightly gripping my penis, her labia contracting and locking onto the glans. A wave of visual and physical pleasure washed over me. I held her waist, preventing her from pulling away.
I said, "Will it still hurt if I don't move now?"
She said, "It's a little better!"
I said, "Don't worry, I'm only inserting the head of my penis into your vagina; that won't break your hymen!"
She said, "Really? You can't go back on your word!"
I said, "My penis doesn't necessarily have to be completely inserted into your vagina; just the head going in and out, I can still ejaculate!"
She seemed relieved: "Oh..."
I gently kissed her soft lips. She opened her mouth, her tongue intertwining with mine. I gently moved my penis, only the glans withdrawing from her vagina and then re-entering. Seeing that I kept my word, and driven by instinct, she gently moved her vulva to meet my shallow thrusts. I pulled away from her lips
: "Does it still hurt?"
She breathed heavily and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt like this, but it feels so swollen down there..."
I lifted my upper body, revealing the point where my penis met her vagina.
I said: "Look!"
She curiously looked down at the point where my penis met her vagina. I gently moved the glans in and out of her vagina. As she looked, she suddenly let out a soft moan, her hand gripping my arm tightly.
I felt her vagina contract and tighten, tightly encircling the neck of my glans. A warm current surged from deep within her vagina, making my glans feel wonderfully hot.
She moaned: "Mmm~ Ah~" I said: "Isn't it very comfortable?"
She nodded, sweat beading on her forehead.
I said, "Should I go in a little deeper?"
She remained silent, thinking for a moment, "Will it hurt?"
I said, "It might hurt a little, but you'll feel even better... You've already seen my glans enter your vagina, so in fact, we're already having sex..."
She remained silent, her thighs opening and closing, rubbing against my thighs pressed against her lower body. The soothing comfort made every pore on my body open. She seemed to tacitly allow me to go deeper, gently thrusting her vagina upwards to meet me. I slowly pushed my glans in, her hands nervously resting on my waist, probably thinking that if it hurt, she would push me away forcefully.
She couldn't help but cry out, "It's so full! Be gentle..."
I said, "Okay... I'll be very careful..."
As I spoke, I steeled myself and thrust my glans in forcefully. With a scream from her, my entire penis was inserted into her vagina. At this moment, she trembled all over in pain.
She cried out, "It hurts! It hurts so much..."
As she cried out in pain, crystal tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks, her nose twitching slightly.
She said sadly, "You lied to me!"
I felt a little guilty, but also incredibly satisfied to have taken her virginity.
I said, "I'm sorry! You're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist..."
She was a little angry: "You men are all the same, so bad..."
I gently silenced her with my mouth, licking her tears with my tongue, which tasted a little salty. I then gently sucked on her soft lips, and finally, under my tender caresses, she put her tender tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined.
I gently pulled my penis, which was fully inserted into her vagina, out of her vagina. Her thighs tensed up again, and she grabbed my waist with both hands.
She groaned, "Don't move! It hurts..."
I propped myself up and looked down. The half-pulled-out penis brought out a lot of virgin blood on the sheets, and she also looked down at the pool of virgin blood on the sheets.
She looked at me: "You finally got me..."
I comforted her: "Don't worry! I will truly cherish and love you..."
She was half-believing, half-doubting: "I hope you're telling the truth..."
At this moment, I began to gently thrust my penis in and out of her vagina, bringing out a lot of virgin blood.
She frowned: "Go slower, it still hurts a little!"
I kissed her tenderly: "Hmm... wrap your legs around my waist, it will be more comfortable..."
She obediently and gently, shyly, wrapped her stunningly beautiful leg around my waist.
I said: "Wrap it tighter, then you'll forget the pain!"
She did as I said, wrapping her legs tightly around me, and I began to slowly thrust my penis in and out of her tight vagina. Perhaps because it still hurt a little, as she wrapped her legs around my waist, I wrapped them tighter and tighter.
Only then did I feel truly one with her. I held her and kissed her deeply, her soft lips pressed against mine, sucking and swallowing my saliva. We silently moved our lower bodies to meet each other's. Her movements were clumsy, but with such a beautiful woman beneath me, letting me ravage her, I felt as if I had ascended to heaven.
I thrust my glans deep into her womb, the tip of my penis rubbing against her clitoris. Suddenly, she turned her head, parting our lips, breathing heavily, her vagina beginning to thrust upwards violently.
I knew she was about to climax again: "Does it still hurt?" She
shook her head, panting: "It feels good...it's so itchy...faster..."
I whispered in her ear: "I want you to say 'fuck me hard'!"
She remained silent, only moving her vagina, hoping I would respond by thrusting my penis forcefully into her vagina. But this time, I stopped thrusting.
I said: "You said you wanted me to fuck you hard, and I'll hurry up..."
She couldn't hold back any longer: "Fuck me hard!"
I said, "Say it louder, say you like me fucking you..."
Just before her climax, she was almost going crazy with excitement, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, thrusting her vulva powerfully, her vagina like a small mouth tightly gripping my penis.
She cried out, "Fuck me harder! I like you fucking me... Fuck me faster..."
Her cries drove me to the extreme, my large penis couldn't help but thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, the glans slamming against her clitoris, fiercely fucking her tender hole.
Suddenly she cried out, "I need to pee, I need to pee..."
I felt her vagina contract rapidly, the tender flesh of her uterus tightening and gripping my glans, making my rapidly thrusting glans ache slightly. Amid her cries and moans, a thick stream of scalding vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans, the writhing, contracting flesh of her vagina like a small mouth tightly enveloping and sucking my penis.
I could no longer hold back and groaned loudly. Thick semen erupted like a volcanic eruption, gushing from my glans and urethral opening, filling the depths of her flower. The continuous orgasms made our limbs intertwine tightly, wishing we could never be separated. Ever
since I deflowered Shihan, she seemed to have tasted the pleasure of sex. Whenever she had free time, she would seek me out to penetrate her tender hole, often spending the whole night together until dawn. Sometimes she would even come to my office, and under the cold gaze of my secretary, Ms. Chen, she would close the door and have sex with me fiercely, trying out all sorts of positions. Or, in the car I took her to shoot an advertisement, whenever the mood struck, we would stop the car and have sex in the back seat.
Her sex drive was exceptionally strong, truly meeting the three criteria of her body: thick eyebrows, large areolas, and abundant pubic hair. She was truly a natural beauty.

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