throw yourself into someone's arms

When we met, I had just finished my university entrance exams and was working. She had just come from China. It was the first time I'd seen her in a communal kitchen. I'd finished work and was preparing dinner when I saw a girl cooking at the stove with her back to me. Hearing someone approach, she turned around, saw me, and greeted me with a smile. Honestly, I was incredibly disappointed; she was utterly unappealing. Her eyes were small and somewhat triangular, with crow's feet at the corners. Her hair was dry and dull, and her figure was average—thin, with no curves at all. Her complexion was dark, and she looked lifeless. "Sigh," I thought, "another ugly duckling." When she smiled, she revealed uneven teeth, and her smile seemed unnatural. "Hello, my name is XX," she said. Judging from her tone, she seemed insincere; her voice was affected, trying to appear innocent but failing miserably. She didn't seem like a virgin; she probably had some life experience.
I responded habitually. She seemed very familiar with me, very proactive, asking all sorts of questions. Actually, I've seen plenty of people like this abroad. They call men "brother" and women "sister," acting all friendly and enthusiastic from the moment they meet, constantly trying to get information out of you. If they find you can help them, they'll keep coming closer. But if they think you're a newbie and it doesn't matter if you're broke, they'll immediately turn their backs on you. I'm no saint either. You think you can get away with this? You'll end up losing your cunt. Trying to know everything without even taking your pants off? Damn it, I've fucked more cunts than you've lived. You think you can take advantage of me? You're too green. You have incense and sleeping pills? I'll give you some Five-Step Intestine-Severing Powder. As Chairman Mao said, "To fight against heaven, to fight against earth, to fight against man is endless joy."
To put it simply, when I first saw her, I had absolutely no interest in her. At the time, I hadn't completely broken up with the girl next door, and I still had some options. I wasn't planning on juggling two relationships at once; my resources were limited, and I was afraid I'd run out of energy if I went too far. Everyone knows how cunning I am. Anyway, back to this girl, within two days she hooked up with a boy from the north who had just transferred. That guy was a complete idiot; he looked like a dim-witted farmer, as rustic as a migrant worker. I thought they really fit the old saying: "The Weaver Girl in the sky is paired with the Cowherd, and the lame donkey on earth is paired with a broken-down cart." But this Cowherd isn't that kind of Cowherd; I'm talking about an honest, hardworking farmer, not some stud. I just thought she'd achieved her goal and there wouldn't be any further contact. A few days later, she started knocking on my door, subtly trying to ask about renting a place. I just laughed it off and didn't tell her anything important. She left dejectedly. A couple of days later, she came back, saying she wanted to rent a room upstairs and asking what procedures were needed. Seeing her frequent visits, I thought, "This is promising. Looks like she's offering herself up." Well, I figured I wouldn't be polite. If her pussy was too empty, I'd fill it in.
One weekend, she knocked on my door, saying I'd helped her a lot lately and wanted to treat me to dinner. I said okay. That night, her boyfriend was there too, but he seemed unhappy, probably a little jealous. I thought, "Dude, even prostitutes in China are better than this. You've never seen a woman before, you're really from the mountains." Not long after that meal, on another weekend morning, I was resting in my room when she suddenly knocked on my door, saying she had something to tell me. I told her to sit down, and she stammered that her boyfriend wanted to sleep with her, but she refused. They had argued, and he said some very hurtful things. She was very upset and wanted to talk to me about it. Hey, this is a strange story. You complain about his penis? What does that have to do with me? I'm not a quack doctor; I can't cure impotence or premature ejaculation, nor can I treat frigidity. What's the use of telling me? Do you expect my penis to soothe the itch in her vagina? And let me tell you, I was pretty sure I was right. She started complaining about her boyfriend—how inconsiderate, how he wasn't her type. Seriously? You don't like this jerk, but you still want to sleep with me? Later, she said she wanted me to hug her. Hmm, was she trying to set me up with a honey trap, with someone waiting to catch her in the act? Heh, this is a society governed by law; adult sexual relations are protected by law. Since you're willing, why should I hold back? Although I don't think this girl is anything special, she's offered herself up, so I can't turn her away
. It's a win-win situation, you get what you want, I get what I want, we all get what we want. You have a pussy, I have a dick, let's play. Enough of this idle talk. Holding this girl, I didn't feel anything. She's not young. I looked at her profile once and found out she's over thirty. (But she looked really old, with deep crow's feet around her eyes, old enough to grow potatoes. The Shanghai girl in the first part of the series, I knew her when she was almost thirty, but she seemed much more youthful and lively. Anyway, I'm getting off-topic, please forgive me, fellow wolves.) At the time, I wasn't prepared at all, my emotions weren't aroused, and this girl really had no figure or curves (people say good figure and curves, but she was the opposite. If she hadn't come to me, I wouldn't have bothered with her). That day was also weird; I didn't get any reaction down there for a long time. She was ice cold, no warmth at all. I couldn't be working with an ice pop in the freezing weather, and then have an ice hole in my lower body. If my penis got frostbite, it wouldn't be worth it (foreign life insurance doesn't cover this). Oh dear, this happened so suddenly, looks like I need to activate emergency procedures and cheer up my penis.
Looks like I'll get straight to the point today. Since we've already said it all, there's no point in hiding anything. Do you like it? If you do, then let's... you know. With that thought, my hands began their search, seeking the truth (as the philosopher said, truth is always naked, which I like). First, the upper body. Her skin wasn't good; after touching it for a while, it finally warmed up a bit. They say friction generates heat, and I'm practically getting calluses from all this, while hers is still at normal body temperature. What a pity for my delicate hands! (Tip: Fellow wolves, pay attention to hand care. Imagine, if your claws are like files, making the girl's skin crawl, how can she cooperate? Harmony is key!) After touching her a little further, I found her bra clasp, unhooked it, and instead of two little white rabbits popping out, I saw two flat pancakes studded with small black dates. By this time, I had lifted her shirt, revealing everything below her breasts. Her skin wasn't fair; it was probably a normal skin tone for Asians, and the texture wasn't very fine. She was thin and frail, her breasts felt average. I brought my mouth close and kissed her nipple. She made a soft "hmm" sound, a normal reaction when a girl's sensitive areas are touched. If she didn't say a word after such an action, then congratulations, the woman beneath you is either frigid or a ruthless nun. Under my ministrations, she slowly began to respond. Without further ado, I grabbed her waistband and pulled her pants down to her ankles. I usually target a girl's three sensitive spots; the breasts are generally the most sensitive, followed by the vulva. This experience came from my first girlfriend. We would discuss it verbally after sex (it wasn't written down). She said that whenever I kissed her nipple, she felt a warm current flow to her breasts, which excited her greatly. Later, this technique proved consistently effective, allowing me to refine it in practice. In a sex satisfaction survey I conducted (limited to respectable women seduced by me), the breast-licking technique received high praise from victims.
I'd already tasted her breasts, so I started targeting her most intimate parts. I crouched down and examined her vulva. Her pubic hair was quite sparse; usually, a girl's pubic hair is an inverted triangle, but hers was more like a long strip, extending outwards at the top before narrowing into a sparse, uneven patch. Actually, a girl's pubic hair being too sparse or too dense isn't sexy, especially the very dense kind, like a tangled mess of weeds surrounding the labia, even around the anus. It's actually quite repulsive. Less is fine; it's cleaner that way.
I pressed my face close to her lower abdomen, my hand squeezing her buttocks from behind. Her stomach rose and fell slightly, her skin warming up, unlike the initial coldness. Her buttocks were rather ordinary, flat and lacking in flesh. I figured that if I went to her from behind, the arousal might be less. Her sparse pubic hair gently brushed against my cheek, and slowly I became aroused myself. I removed my left hand from her buttocks and moved it between her thighs, rubbing it before stopping at the groin. I touched her labia minora, and she let out a soft moan, her thighs involuntarily trembling and instinctively parting slightly. Her labia minora were barely exposed, still tightly closed. I stuck out my tongue and licked them, focusing on the clitoris at the very top. I didn't smell anything unpleasant. (Speaking of which, I suggest Chinese girls not shave their pubic hair, because Chinese people don't have as much body hair as Westerners. Westerners have more sweat glands and more body hair, and if they don't shave, it can smell quite unpleasant when the temperature is high. I've experienced this firsthand.) My tongue moved around like a little drill, stimulating her so much that she grabbed my shoulder. I could feel the muscles in her legs tensing, and her body starting to heat up.
It was getting late, and we'd done quite a bit of work; it was time to get down to business. I grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her pants down completely, then did the same on the other side. Her top was pulled up to above her breasts, but before it was completely off, I grabbed the hem and pulled it up over her head, lifting her arms up, and her clothes and bra were all off. At this point, she was completely naked except for her red slippers. She was indeed very thin, or, to use a current buzzword, extremely bony. Her shoulders were narrow, her neck slender, and her breasts, like those of an underdeveloped girl, were slightly protruding, with small areolas and disproportionately small nipples. Because of her thinness, her ribs were faintly visible. Her navel was shallow, her abdomen flat, and below that was a narrow, sparse tuft of pubic hair, revealing glimpses of the not-so-fair skin beneath. Following the direction of the pubic hair, her labia minora, like a small mouth, protruded slightly, temporarily concealing the mysterious opening. Her two slender thighs—actually, this should describe a girl's calves, but because of her thinness, her thighs weren't thick, but rather spindle-shaped, proportionate to her calves. In short, from the front, her naked body wasn't particularly sexy, but it was well-proportioned and without any obvious flaws.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, her hands naturally resting on my shoulders. We hugged and kissed, my penis gradually hardening. She chuckled softly, her lips, no longer cold, kissing my cheek. At that moment, words were superfluous. It was cold; it was time to warm up with lovemaking.
She whispered in my ear, "You should use a condom, it's safer that way." Heh, no need to say anything more, my condoms were under the pillow, ready for battle at any time. I took a condom from under the pillow, and she laughed, "Looks like you always keep them on hand. Who have you been with lately?" I said, "Nobody, just you." On the bed, I pressed down on her, finding her vaginal opening. It felt small, and her vaginal opening was already wet from what we'd just done. As usual, I first rubbed her clitoris a couple of times, then used my penis to part her labia and advance into her vagina. Her vaginal opening was rather narrow (thin girls with small waists are generally tighter inside). After entering, I felt it was a bit tight inside, so I paused to feel the warmth and moisture, letting my penis warm up before going all out.
I relaxed, and my penis began to move freely inside her. Because she was thin, she wasn't very soft when I lay on top of her, but that didn't affect my movements. She spread her legs and hooked them around my waist, bringing us even closer. The friction between our genitals and the thrusting of my penis felt incredibly pleasurable. Controlling the rhythm, she initiated a kiss, and we could feel the warmth of each other's breath. She made soft moaning sounds, and in sync with them, her vagina contracted rhythmically. Stimulated by the heat and contractions, my glans involuntarily quickened its thrusting, the pleasure intensifying. I felt my breathing accelerate, my face burning, and finally, scalding semen gushed out. Her body involuntarily tensed, her vagina contracting in response to my ejaculation.
Slowly, my penis shrank and softened, slipping out of her vagina. I removed the condom, dried ourselves with a tissue, and rolled over to lie beside her. She turned to her side, her thigh draped over my stomach, one arm across my chest. We lay there quietly. After sex, guys usually feel tired, but it's best not to close your eyes and rest immediately. Women's orgasms come and go later than men's, and girls value emotional connection beyond sex. If you fall asleep immediately afterward, it will spoil the experience for her. Instead, talk to her, anything goes; often, it's just about listening. Girls' needs are actually quite simple, and guys should be considerate to ensure a more fulfilling experience.
That day, we did it again before dinner, this time in the doggy style, which is one of my favorite positions. It's best if the girl isn't pretty because you can't see her face, allowing for complete fantasy. Looking at her smooth, white back and soft, white buttocks, your penis going in and out of her vagina—everything is under your control. The girl you admire, like an obedient bitch, sticks out her buttocks, revealing her most intimate parts to you. That sense of satisfaction and conquest is incredibly pleasurable. I had her stand by the bed, legs spread apart, bending over and holding onto the bed, her vulva facing me. After our earlier passionate encounter, the labia were wide open, making entry much smoother this time. Her standing position was perfect. I squeezed her thin buttocks, moving at a leisurely pace. I felt that making love with her wouldn't make me ejaculate too quickly. Her figure wasn't particularly alluring, and her skin wasn't fair; I needed to find the feeling slowly.
Because I had used up a lot of "ammunition," my second ejaculation was less forceful, but we lasted longer, and the whole process was still very enjoyable. After that first time, she became more proactive and compliant. I asked her to perform oral sex, and she didn't resist at all (she was obviously experienced, and her oral sex skills were quite good). Sometimes she would come to me after school, we would hug and talk, and when we felt something for each other, I would sit on the sofa, strip her naked, and at my prompting, she would kneel in front of me and take my penis in her mouth, stroking it up and down. At the same time, she would look up at me with a provocative look in her eyes. That feeling was so stimulating; just that look alone could make you ejaculate. A girl kneeling naked in front of you, with your penis in her mouth, honestly, it's hard not to ejaculate.
We didn't care where we made love in the house. Sometimes it was in the bathroom. After washing up, in front of the sink, in front of the mirror, I would have her hold onto the dressing table in front of the mirror, and I would grab her hair, making her look up at herself in the mirror. I would penetrate her from behind, and her expression in the mirror was completely visible, letting her see the lewd expression on her face as she was being fucked. Afterwards, she will be more at your mercy.

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