My girlfriend is a flight attendant.

"Hello, welcome aboard this flight," a beautiful flight attendant greeted the boarding passengers with a sweet and pleasant voice.

Looking at this beautiful flight attendant, I felt a surge of pride. This flight attendant was my girlfriend, whom I'd been dating for several months.

Although we'd been dating for half a year, work kept us from seeing each other very often, which was far from enough for a couple deeply in love, so my girlfriend was always complaining.

I was on vacation recently, while my flight attendant girlfriend, Chen Man, was about to fly again. I thought it would be a waste to spend this precious vacation alone, so I secretly found out her flight itinerary. Today, I specially boarded her flight to give her a surprise. We'd been intimate many times during our relationship, but each time it was still incredibly exciting.

I attributed this to my girlfriend's beauty. People say you can enjoy a pair of sexy legs for a year, but my girlfriend's figure is the kind you can enjoy for a lifetime.

"Sir, your seat is in the middle, please watch your step," Chen Man said, making a standard courtesy gesture with her slender arms, her smile warm and friendly. The male passenger in front of her stared at Chen Man, completely mesmerized, as if bathed in a gentle breeze. He forgot to say something.

My girlfriend, though stared at by the man, wasn't annoyed. Her delicate face remained perfectly still, her smile unchanged. After a professional reminder, the male passenger finally snapped out of his daze, thanked my girlfriend, and walked inside. But every few steps, he kept turning back to look at my girlfriend.

My flight attendant girlfriend seemed completely unconcerned about the stares behind her, and once again greeted the passenger in front of her with a professional smile. The male passenger in front of her had been secretly observing my girlfriend the whole time. Seeing how calmly she handled the previous passenger, he seemed to have found an opportunity to strike up a conversation and immediately offered his praise.

My girlfriend smiled shyly and said, "That's just our job." My girlfriend smiled even more beautifully after being praised, and then guided the passenger inside with even greater friendliness. Her gentle and sweet voice made the passenger feel very comfortable, and he walked inside with a sense of pride. This was the first time I had seen Chen Man at work, and the difference between her and the person I knew in real life was so great that it had quite a shock to me.

In daily life, she's lively and willful, often throwing tantrums. If I upset her, it takes me a long time to appease her. That's just the difference in personality; the difference in temperament is even greater. The Chen Man I spend time with in private is nothing like the gentle, elegant, and graceful woman I am now. After we got to know each other better, her true nature was revealed, completely lacking any ladylike demeanor.

At home, she dresses very casually; as she puts it, "It's for my comfort." When it's cold, she wears cotton pajamas all day; when it's hot, she wears just a brief undershirt and a loose t-shirt, running around the house. When it's cold, it's fine; her figure is covered by clothes, so you can't see her curves. But in the heat, her hot body and fair skin are completely exposed to the air. Coupled with her lively and active personality, she's always lying down here or leaning there, doing whatever's comfortable. Sometimes, with a big movement, I can see her firm breasts swaying up and down through her thin, see-through top.

I always jokingly say, "Can't you wear more clothes? You're making my health worse every day!" And she'll coquettishly say, "It's comfortable this way, I'm already wearing a lot." Seeing her shy expression, I seriously suspect that she probably doesn't even wear a top when she's home alone.

Seeing how uninhibited she is, I sometimes just yell at her, "You slut!" She wasn't angry at all; instead, she playfully pulled me over to be her cushion, draping her legs over me while she found a comfortable position to watch TV. When the mood struck, she would tease me in a high-pitched voice, asking me to massage her legs. While massaging, she would constantly rub her fair little feet against my body, giggling mischievously when she saw my reaction.

Her seductive charm made me want to entwine with her amidst her gasps, and then we'd have a passionate encounter on the bed. In bed, she completely transformed into a captivating little enchantress.

After experiencing her private allure, I became deeply infatuated with her gentle embrace, satisfying my lust and pleasure with her body, and seeing such a beautiful woman moaning with both pain and pleasure beneath me satisfied my desire to conquer and possess her.

Amidst all these emotions, I still had some worries. As the saying goes, "a chance encounter can

lead to unexpected success." If she were this open in her daily life and work, even though she acted impulsively, it was hard to guarantee that other men wouldn't have inappropriate thoughts about her. So,

out of selfishness, I always found various reasons to subtly persuade her not to work, since my family was wealthy and I could easily support her. But every time, it would make her angry, and she would ignore me for a long time. Eventually, I didn't dare bring it up again.

Now, watching Chen Man calmly and generously greeting passengers, her gentle and elegant temperament was so different from what I remembered. I was secretly glad that I had made the right decision to take her flight this time; I could see another style of her beauty.

I watched the passengers ahead of me enter the cabin in an orderly manner, and Chen Man stood there at the cabin door, gentle and elegant, guiding the passengers. I wondered if she would still have the same gentle and graceful temperament when she faced me. Just thinking about it made me a little excited.

Finally, as Chen Man guided the person in front of me through the cabin door, she turned around and saw me smiling brightly at her. She looked at me in surprise and said, "It's you." I grinned mischievously and whispered "surprise."

Her face immediately changed. Standing in front of her, I could clearly sense she wanted to burst out laughing, but I could also see she was trying her best to restrain herself. Her expression was truly fascinating; if she weren't working, she probably would have laughed out loud.

Professionals are truly professional; her emotional control was excellent. In a short while, she had regained her professional smile.

Standing before her, I realized how sunny and warm her smile was—warm but not glaring. Combined with her simple white dress with blue floral patterns and her neatly styled black hair, she exuded cleanliness, elegance, and radiance. Looking at her outstanding presence, I was momentarily stunned.

She noticed my reaction and, like the other stunned passenger before her, reminded me, "Sir, your seat is in the first row of business class, towards the back. Please move around inside and watch your step." She kept saying that, but she was secretly pinching me. She only let go when she saw the pain on my face.

I rubbed the spot she'd pinched, watching her look at me with a professional smile, asking in a concerned voice, "Sir, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She seemed to have completely forgotten it was her doing.

Looking at her feigned concern, I laughed and said, "It's nothing, I was just playing with my cat before boarding the plane, and it scratched me. It'll be fine in a bit."

I saw she still had that professional smile, but her eyes held a shy joy that only I understood.

She loved cats; she was always happy when someone complimented her on being like a cat. Sometimes at home, after we'd played wildly, she would meow at me like a cat in heat, her alluring voice, seductive expression, and flirtatious poses captivating me.

She would smile and say, "Great! Have a pleasant flight!"

Sure enough, she was always happy when people said she was like a cat. I sensed a hidden meaning in her words and gave her a knowing smile before heading inside.

My seat was in business class, which I found quickly. I tidied up my things and then sat down, eagerly awaiting Chen Man's arrival.

Meanwhile, passengers gradually entered the cabin; some looked for seats, some tidied their belongings, and some excitedly chatted loudly with their companions, creating a noisy atmosphere. Chen Man was also in the cabin, but she was too busy to pay attention to me. After exchanging a knowing glance, she went back to her work.

I sat there quietly, admiring her busy figure. The more I looked at her, the more I realized she was completely different from how she was at home. From her clothes to her every gesture at work, everything exuded elegance and a gentle, graceful charm.

And that outfit suited her so well. The plain white cheongsam with blue floral patterns extended to her knees, perfectly outlining her curvaceous figure. Her slender legs were exposed beneath the cheongsam, paired with black stockings and black high heels, making her already tall and slender figure even more alluring.

As I watched, my desire was aroused by her captivating figure, and strange thoughts began to form in my mind.

She was still very busy. Occasionally, I would steal a few flirtatious words with her, but we wouldn't talk for long before she was called away by other passengers.

Watching her busy figure, I temporarily put aside my thoughts and stopped trying to strike up a conversation, letting her focus on her work.

The crew members worked methodically at their posts, and the plane took off smoothly not long after.

For a while after takeoff, she remained busy serving the passengers, even bringing me my favorite drink.

I watched her work the entire time, observing how she tried her best to meet the needs of all passengers, even those who were difficult.

Already radiant and beautiful, she used her melodious voice and gentle words to soothe others, her expressive eyes blinking naturally, quickly calming people down.

I checked the time; it was just past midnight. Outside, it was pitch black, and I could only vaguely see clouds flashing by.

The cabin gradually quieted down from its initial noise, and eventually, in this quiet environment, no one wanted to break the tranquility with loud noise. Many people gradually fell asleep, while those who were awake quietly went about their business.

The flight attendants were no longer as busy as before, and Chen Man finally got a rest.

After a break, she finally remembered me and stood at the entrance of the break room, looking at me. Seeing her gaze, I knew the time was right. I quickly winked at her towards the restroom,

then immediately got up and walked towards it. Standing at the restroom door, I saw no one inside or around. Chen Man followed me.

Seeing her approach, before she could react, I quickly opened the restroom door, grabbed her hand, and pulled her inside, then quickly closed the door. The whole sequence was smooth and efficient; I'm sure no one noticed.

Once inside, I stood in the doorway and immediately pulled Chen Man into my arms, wrapping my arms around her slender waist, saying, "Baby, I missed you so much! We haven't seen each other in so long!"

Chen Man is quite rational at work, but in our private life, she immediately understood what I meant and kissed me.

She looked up at me shyly from my arms and said, "I missed you too, but let me go out now, it won't be good if someone sees us."

I joked, "It's okay, they're all tired now and need to rest. They don't need your service anymore, you can serve me now."

She giggled and said, "Oh, that's my job, besides, what kind of service do you need?"

I looked at her smiling face, her big eyes blinking, pretending to be innocent and naive, obviously trying to play dumb with me.

I said, "I have a dual identity now, of course I need dual service."

She giggled, "Okay, tell me what you want?"

She was originally a very open person, but she tried to restrain herself because of her job. Now, seeing that she was gradually revealing her true nature, I knew I had a chance, so I teased, "I've never seen you in your work uniform before, now I'm going to take a good look." After saying that, I released her waist, took a step back, and brazenly looked her up and down.

She giggled, noticing my burning gaze, and naturally turned gracefully with the professional etiquette of a flight attendant, then said to me, "How is it? Beautiful, isn't it?"

I stared at her, dumbfounded. Her hair, styled in an updo, fully revealed her delicate features. A sunny smile graced her narrow face, and beneath her slender neck, she wore a plain white cheongsam with blue and white floral patterns. The tight-fitting cheongsam perfectly outlined her breasts and hips, highlighting her curves. Wearing high heels, her already slender calves appeared even more defined, and her legs, clad in black stockings, looked even longer and thinner, making her figure more upright and her breasts appear even more prominent. Furthermore, her snow-white arms were completely exposed, slender, firm, and elastic, like white jade, without a single flaw.

Gazing at her, I said, "So beautiful."

She gracefully placed her hands on her hips and chuckled, saying, "Silly boy." With such

a beauty before me, I didn't want to say anything more, just admiring her beautiful face revealed by her updo and her exquisite makeup. My body, as if bewitched, slowly moved closer to her, my hands naturally encircling her slender waist, and I gently kissed her sexy red lips.

Chen Man didn't flinch, but passionately reciprocated my kiss. I tasted her red lips, her little tongue, and lightly kissed her cheeks. She also kissed me, offering her most sensitive, easily aroused parts to my lips—sometimes her slender neck, sometimes her rosy cheeks, and sometimes she would put her ear to my nostrils, her fair ears turning red instantly from the warm breath. I also greedily inhaled the fragrance of her perfume and hair.

My hands weren't idle either; at first, they encircled her slender waist, then slowly slid down, grasping her rounded buttocks through her cheongsam. Her buttocks were just the right size, very sexy, and elastic. I placed one palm on each buttock, kneading and playing with them incessantly, sometimes firmly, sometimes gently.

Chen Man closed her eyes, feeling my kisses, enjoying them. Her body was pressed tightly against mine, our bodies gently rubbing against each other through our clothes, each arousing the other's desire. Her full breasts were pressed tightly against my chest, moving up and down with each pressure, the roundness and heat constantly stimulating my nerves. The pleasurable sensation caused my penis to gradually harden, pressing straight against her crotch, squeezing between her thighs along with her cheongsam.

I pulled one hand out and grasped her breast through her clothes, kneading it gently. My movements were very gentle, and she seemed to enjoy it, occasionally letting out a soft moan.

I kneaded slowly, but the clothes were too in the way; the hardness of her bra affected my touch. Luckily, she was wearing a cheongsam with only a few buttons from the chest to below the waist, which were easy to undo. I played with her breasts while undoing the buttons on her chest. I continued undoing until I reached her waist. Her clothes immediately loosened, the cheongsam hanging down to below her waist, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin below her neck. A white bra was fastened around her breasts, highlighting her slender waist.

I ripped open the white bra and grabbed her breasts directly. The smooth skin, the delicate touch, the rounded, full curves all came from my palms, much more stimulating than grabbing through the bra. This pleasurable sensation excited me greatly, and I immediately began to knead her soft breasts in my hands. After kneading them for a while, I used my fingers to rub her pink nipples.

I kissed every part of her face, but that wasn't enough. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin. I kissed my way down her face

, first her slender neck, then her alluring collarbone, then her fragrant shoulders, until I stopped at her breasts.

I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it incessantly, my tongue skillfully teasing it, my heavy breaths escaping my nostrils onto her chest.

The stimulation was indeed intense. She looked at me with hazy eyes, moaning softly as I sucked on her. A blush gradually spread across her delicate, fair face, and her hair, which had been tied up, became slightly disheveled from our recent intimacy, with a few strands falling beside her ears.

As I sucked, she moaned softly, her hands kneading her breasts and occasionally bringing her other nipple to my mouth so I could taste it in turn.

With her breast in my mouth and hearing her moans, I became even more vigorous. Sometimes, when I sucked too hard, my mouth would make a slapping sound when I pulled away from her nipple.

I was also very excited, not only from the sexual stimulation of tasting and playing with her body, but also largely because we were in the airplane lavatory. The tension and intense focus made me constantly listen for any sounds outside the door; the sneaky feeling was quite wonderful.

As I savored Chen Man's naked body, I secretly glanced at her from the corner of my eye. At first, she was the most nervous, her large, bright eyes darting around constantly, afraid to make a sound. Even when I kissed her and it felt good, she tried her best to remain silent. But now, she seemed more relaxed than I was. When I sucked and teased her nipples, she would moan softly when she felt pleasure; though the sound wasn't loud, it was clearly audible in the enclosed bathroom.

At first, she was gentle and quiet, somewhat shy, dressed elegantly and gracefully, her hair styled up to reveal her delicate features, exuding an air of refinement, like a budding white peony, delicate and pitiful.

But now, her blue-and-white cheongsam hung loosely on her, her clothes disheveled, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, her two rabbit-like breasts being kneaded in her hands. Her black hair, which had been coiled on her head, loosened. A few strands fell beside her ears. But what was most alluring was her intoxicated expression. The blush on her face, combined with her dreamy eyes and cherry-like lips, slowly opened and closed in the ecstasy, utterly wanton, a far cry from her previous elegant and dignified demeanor.

Seeing her so ecstatic, I couldn't resist either. So, I released my mouth from her nipple and stood up.

The loss of her tongue's teasing and her mouth's sucking abruptly interrupted her pleasure. She looked at me blankly with her ecstatic eyes.

Seeing how adorable she was, I teased, "Weren't you supposed to serve me? How come I'm serving you now?"

She looked at me with alluring eyes, blinking slowly, but with tender affection and captivating charm. Her flushed cheeks held a shy blush, her cherry-like lips pressed into a thin line; though she didn't speak, everything was understood.

Without saying anything more, I immediately unzipped my pants and pulled out my limp penis. Although it wasn't erect, it still looked large and long.

She knew my penis all too well; I didn't know how many times she'd taken it into her mouth or how many times she'd made me ejaculate. I gave her a wink, and she gave me a seductive smile before slowly squatting down in front of me. As she squatted, I lowered myself to match her height, adopting a horse stance. Once we were at the

right height, she immediately grasped my limp penis with her slender fingers. Her technique was exquisite. At first, my penis was too soft to hold, so she first used the knuckles of her thumb and forefinger to hold it and move it up and down. Once it started to react slightly, she grasped my penis entirely with her palm and moved it up and down, her large, watery eyes fixed intently on it. Her touch was gentle; the skin on her palm was soft, smooth, and warm, sending waves of pleasurable sensations through my penis and then through my nerves. As I just mentioned, I'm extremely excited right now. A few gentle swishing motions from her little hand were enough to arouse me.

Seeing how quickly I responded, she immediately looked up at me with a giggle, her large eyes turning into crescent moons. Then, while smiling and looking up at me, she took my already erect penis into her mouth. The first thing to enter her mouth was the glans; her moist, warm, and lubricated mouth felt like her second honeypot. The glans instinctively reacted, wanting to penetrate as deeply as possible. She gently pressed her little tongue against the glans, then skillfully licked it around in her mouth, sometimes even circling it.

My sensitive nerves couldn't withstand this stimulation, and my penis immediately became even harder. She seized the opportunity, using her sexy lips to thrust my penis in and out of her mouth. The pressure she applied was just right, like a vaginal opening, squeezing every inch of my penis entering her mouth, stimulating every nerve.

She kept her head up, watching me intently, her head moving back and forth at a steady pace. My penis was sometimes shallow, sometimes deep in her mouth; when it was shallow, she sucked hard, as if trying to absorb my essence into her; when it was deep, she let it fully enter her mouth until it couldn't go any further, then let it linger in her moist, warm mouth for a longer time to make it harder. Finally, she slowly withdrew her lips from the base of my penis to the glans, her saliva dripping down my penis.

I felt the pleasure of my penis thrusting in and out of her mouth, watching her wanton expression and the sensual atmosphere. My hands unconsciously held her head, increasing the speed of her movements. She responded to the pressure of my hands, following my rhythm, her lips moving quickly in and out. My penis became even harder, and the warmth of her mouth made it feel hot.

I knew that if I continued to thrust so rapidly between her lips, I might ejaculate into her mouth. I didn't want it to end so quickly, so I released my grip on her head, intentionally pulling my hips back. She kept looking at me, and of course, she knew what I was thinking from my eyes and actions. She stopped, letting my penis slide out from between her lips.

I placed my hands on her arms, helped her up, and turned her body so her back was to me. From behind, her lines were so beautiful: a slender waist, rounded hips, and long, straight legs, accentuated by the black stockings and high heels under her cheongsam. Watching her made me swallow hard, incredibly thirsty.

I immediately placed my hands on her hips and kneaded them, pushing up her cheongsam, the hem rising little by little from her knees, revealing her legs in black stockings more and more completely. From behind, her legs were long and slender, her thighs almost as thick as my arm, very bony. Combined with black stockings and high heels, her legs appeared even thinner and straighter, extending all the way to her hips.

I used my hands to press her back forward, then bent over and pressed my face completely against her buttocks, rubbing and inhaling deeply. Immediately, my hands touched the stockings on her buttocks, feeling a cool, silky touch. A tearing sound rang out, startling her so much that she turned around in a panic and grabbed my hand.

I chuckled and said, "It's okay, I only tore a little bit. You won't be able to see it when you put the skirt down."

She looked at me reproachfully with her almond-shaped eyes, wrinkled her delicate, upturned nose, and pouted her cherry-like lips, saying coquettishly, "You're so mean! Don't tear it anymore!"

Seeing she was a little angry, I quickly agreed, releasing the torn stockings with my hands, immediately putting on an apologetic expression. She looked at me, then wrinkled her upturned nose at me, feigning a warning, but to me it was incredibly cute.

Of course, now I'd pretend to be obedient and stop tearing at the stockings, but in my heart I'd already decided that when we got back, I'd make her put them back on so I could experience that perverse pleasure and satisfy my animalistic desires.

I looked at her; she seemed less angry now, and her head had turned back to face forward. I smiled inwardly, and my movements became lively again.

The black stockings in front of me had been torn open, revealing two tender pink labia. They were impeccably clean, without a single speck of color or pubic hair, not even a pore was visible. They were incredibly smooth, vibrant, and full of life, like budding flower petals. The shape of the labia resembled an abalone or a clam, gently opening and closing with her breath. Upon closer inspection, her clam-like openings were already a deep pink, with many moisture stains clinging to them. I thought to myself that this little slut had gotten wet sometime during our encounters, probably without even realizing it herself. Whenever she was aroused, she would be constantly wet.

Looking at this beautiful sight, I felt incredibly proud, because this was the result of my insistent post-coital care and maintenance. Otherwise, given the frequency of our sex life, her labia would probably have been blackened long ago. At first, she was reluctant, but after she saw that it was indeed different from the messy, lifeless look before, she let me do as I pleased.

I slowly inserted my index finger into her vulva. The vulva was already wet and very slippery, so it went in easily. The vulva held me tightly, as if swallowing something. I could clearly feel a squeezing sensation around my finger. Following this squeezing sensation, I slowly moved my finger deeper into her vagina, letting the sensation move along my finger. After my finger was fully inside, I slowly pulled it out. I continued this back and forth, gradually increasing the speed. More and more nectar flowed out of her vulva, and she moaned softly in rhythm with my fingers.

After feeling sufficiently lubricated, I inserted my middle finger again, thrusting in and out repeatedly. Simultaneously, two fingers inside her vagina were pressing on her G-spot, while my thumb rubbed her clitoris on the outside. Her pleasure intensified instantly; she cried out, her moans growing louder and clearer, stimulating my nerves and arousing me as well. The speed of my finger movements increased, the rapid trembling causing her juices to flow continuously from her vulva, running down my fingers, onto my forearm, and dripping onto the floor. Her moans grew louder and more rapid, echoing throughout the bathroom. Realizing she was being too loud, she covered her mouth with her hand to try and control herself.

My fingers rapidly pressing on her G-spot, the high-speed trembling making me feel sore and tired. Just when I felt I couldn't maintain this high-speed movement, suddenly, a large amount of nectar gushed out from her vagina. I quickly withdrew my fingers from her vagina, and the nectar, like a flood, gushed out a long distance before gradually diminishing, spilling everywhere and soaking her black stockings. Her body began to convulse and tremble with the outflow of nectar, her fair skin flushed red, her straight legs shaking uncontrollably, her high-heeled feet stamping wildly on the ground, her body swaying from side to side as if she were about to collapse.

I quickly stood up and helped her up, embracing her from behind. She relaxed completely in my arms, as if she had found a support. I felt her small, thin body still trembling slightly in my arms, and tenderly kissed her hair from behind, gently stroking the skin on her waist to help her calm down.

Before long, she nestled in my arms and gradually calmed down. Her body stopped convulsing, the flush on her skin faded, and her straight legs stopped trembling. Regaining her strength, she slowly turned her head, gazing at me with hazy, dreamy eyes, giving me a sweet smile. I quickly responded with a kiss on her moist lips.

The brief moment of tenderness only intensified my desire; my body felt brimming with energy, needing an outlet, a release. I felt my body, as hard as my penis, burning hot. My

fiery gaze fixed on the lovely woman in my arms, as if trying to melt her. Under my burning gaze, she seemed to flutter with desire, her large, watery eyes darting around, red and revealing the same longing.

Our feelings were connected, intertwined. Without a word, I released her, letting her stand upright with her back to me, bent over.

I grasped my erect penis from behind and guided it to her vulva. Without lingering, I rubbed the head against her vulva a few times before pushing it inward. The path was so familiar; I had come countless times before, yet the entrance remained so narrow and difficult to enter. Even the lovely woman before me slipped her small hand under her and grasped my penis, helping me push it in. With our combined efforts, her vulva finally opened, and the head of my penis slid inside. As the saying goes, going in is difficult, but coming out is equally difficult. It felt as if her vulva possessed an endless suction force, drawing my penis further in, unwilling to let it out.

My penis was held tightly in her vagina, drawing in and drawing me in. My burning desire finally found an outlet; I wanted to release all the heat, impatience, and thirst within me, ejaculating into her honeypot. With this intense urge, I began to move my hips back and forth, slapping against her buttocks. My penis, inside her vagina, performed piston-like movements, sometimes penetrating to the deepest point, sometimes trying to escape the suction. She covered her mouth again with the rhythm of the thrusts,

moaning softly. The thrusting continued. As I gradually adjusted to the back-and-forth movement of my abdomen, I gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands, my abdomen driving my penis even faster and more powerfully into the deepest part of her vagina, then quickly withdrawing. The intense pleasure spread throughout both of our bodies. Her muffled moans grew louder with each powerful thrust, and her vagina began to secrete large amounts of fluid again.

The powerful impact began with my pelvis slamming into her hips, causing her body to sway back and forth. Her two snow-white breasts, hanging in the air, swayed back and forth, swaying incessantly before my eyes, stirring my heartstrings.

Following my instincts, I grabbed one of her breasts and began to knead them, while she cooperated by pulling one hand away and reaching behind to hold my thigh, allowing me to maintain the force of my thrusts. With her cooperation, kneading her breasts became easier and more free.

After enjoying the pleasure in my hands, I began to grip her fair breasts tightly, using this as leverage to increase the force of my thrusts. Her soft breasts were stretched and deformed by my movements. Perhaps it was the painful pleasure, but she gripped my thighs even tighter, making my thrusts even more powerful, the slapping sounds growing louder and crisper than her muffled moans.

Under such powerful and rapid thrusts, the pleasure we both felt was doubled. She, meanwhile, remained wet and moaning, her skin gradually flushing. I was even more direct; my penis became hotter and harder, as if all the heat in my body was being drawn to it, truly like a red-hot iron rod, thrusting in and out of her vagina.

Now, my attention was completely drawn to the glans, and the feeling of pent-up energy was becoming increasingly pronounced, containing my hunger, my lust, my energy—all concentrated on that one point, wanting to erupt, to shoot into her vagina. I was trying my best to hold back, to delay this climax as much as possible, but the pleasure of ejaculation grew stronger with each rapid thrust of the glans. As I tried to restrain myself and slow down, my body became more honest than my thoughts, not only failing to slow down but accelerating even faster, the frequency of the thrusts faster and more urgent than ever before, wanting to release everything inside me from the glans. When I realized I couldn't stop it anymore, I went all in. With perfect unity of mind and body, my penis moved in and out of her vagina at full speed. Chen Man cooperated with me, raising her slender legs and hips to make it easier for my erect penis to move in and out of her vagina.

After dozens more thrusts, each time I was about to ejaculate, I kept telling myself to hold back, that it wasn't time yet, that it wasn't time yet. I kept telling myself I could hold back until finally, when I couldn't hold it in any longer, the feeling of ejaculation was right on the edge of the line. I quickly pulled my penis out of Chen Man's body, and without me saying anything, Chen Man quickly turned around and squatted in front of my crotch, immediately taking my red and throbbing penis into her mouth, sucking the head back and forth. This place, like a second honey hole, she only sucked back and forth a few times before I was about to ejaculate. This time, I didn't want to hold back anymore, but instead thought about spraying everything I had just endured and held back as far and as much as possible. My penis also carried out my idea, constantly twitching and convulsing back and forth. Each convulsion was very powerful, and each time it sprayed all the semen I was about to ejaculate heavily into Chen Man's mouth. From the way Chen Man choked on the semen, you could see how much force I had in my body to shoot the semen out.

Afterwards,

I helped Chen Man tidy up her clothes and attire, while she redid her makeup and fixed her hair, returning to her previous state. Once we were both satisfied that nothing seemed wrong, we quietly slipped out of the bathroom and went back to our respective seats.

[The End]

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