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"Stay with me," I said.
He was the owner of a small pub, named Brother He .
Fashionably dressed, of medium build, with tasteful designer clothes that weren't vulgar,
an elegant watch, perfume,
a deep voice, and a 318i—he had it all.
However, he wasn't the person I met during my nightly revelry.
The recent turmoil was enough to make three Taiwanese tornado movies.
As the storm slowly subsided and the dust gradually settled,
Candy was there to accompany me through this most difficult period of my emotional journey.
She accompanied me everywhere, screaming and crying uncontrollably. When I let my guard down,
I was like a child in her presence.
Because of this, lately she's been taking me to a pub owned by a friend of a friend.
We always sneak in around 10 PM, dressed conservatively with only light makeup,
order a drink, and sit until closing time
. We always refuse anyone who tries to flirt with us.
In this way, I slowly regained my energy in the world I used to be in.
During this time, I also met Brother He, the owner of the pub.
He would occasionally chat with the bartender at the bar,
but mostly he was there to greet the regulars.
After I'd been a regular customer for almost a month, he finally went beyond a simple nod and brought three drinks to our table.
"Am I honored to buy drinks for two beautiful ladies?" he smiled.
By this time, I was gradually returning to my original Sandrea.
Even though I was still dressed simply, the desires in my mind were stirred up again.
With Candy's help, I started chatting with Brother He, briefly recounting my story.
He listened quietly, without making any presumptuous comments. With
a good first impression,
Brother He would always chat with us for a while whenever we went to the pub after that.
Neither of us showed any signs of trying to cross the line; we
simply treated each other as friends to chat with
. That day, as usual, we sat until closing time.
Candy and I came out, and Brother He followed us out.
The three of us chatted as we walked towards Candy's car.
As we approached, I instinctively waved goodbye to Brother He.
He waved back.
Suddenly, he turned to Candy.
"Shall I take Shan home?"
"Oh, finally couldn't resist? Going to make your move on the beauty?" Candy teased him
. He smiled politely. "It's too late. It's inconvenient for you to drive her. You should go home directly. I'll take her."
Candy pouted. "Sandrea, I'll call you tomorrow morning. If he takes nude photos of you, I'll have someone beat him up."
Brother He laughed loudly. "What if I get nude photos taken of me?"
Candy and I laughed too. "That's your honor!" Candy said, waving coolly,
and drove off.
So I followed Brother He towards his BMW.
He joked casually
, not giving me a chance to feel awkward.
He drove me home.
I politely thanked him.
As I got out of the car, he got out too,
watching me walk to the door.
I opened the door and closed it.
Suddenly, I remembered he was still standing there.
Something inside me seemed to be calling to me.
It was a scent that was both familiar and strange,
like the earthy smell of my memories wafting from the morning air.
I stood by the door for ten minutes, letting my emotions settle
. I told myself that if he was still there when I opened the door,
I would disregard everything.
I opened the door.
Brother He was leaning against the BMW,
smoking alone.
"How did you know I would come back?" I asked in surprise
. He smiled. "Your eyes tell me you need someone with you."
"I'm perfectly fine." I chuckled softly.
"Then I'm relieved." He smiled, tossed away his cigarette butt, extinguished it,
opened the car door, and was about to leave.
"Hey..." I reached out before I could even think, only to realize I didn't know why I was stopping him.
"Hmm?" He looked at me calmly, turned off the engine, and stepped out.
I swallowed hard, and after a moment, finally made up my mind
. "Stay with me." I said
. He gave me a reassuring smile. "Where do you want to go? Find a hotel to rest?"
His direct question, for some reason, made me feel more reassured. "Wait a minute, I'll go change and come right down."
I went home and started looking for clothes.
My movements became surprisingly practiced and efficient.
I put on a light purple short dress, sandals, touched up my makeup and lipstick, and tied my hair up in a ponytail
. The gloom of the past few days vanished, and I returned to my familiar world.
I went out, and his eyes lit up with a silent admiration.
We walked along the road without saying much, understanding each other perfectly. We
quickly arrived at a roadside inn.
Entering the room, I still pretended to be reserved.
He leaned closer, his
lips lightly touching my earlobe without a word.
Seeing my lack of reaction, the light touch turned into a tongue caress, a gentle nibble,
and finally a deft lick.
"Ah..." I finally let out a soft cry
. His hand moved to my waist, teasingly roaming.
My panting... His breath grew more rapid, and my blood boiled with each tease.
"Can I take them off?" he whispered in my ear.
I closed my eyes slightly and whispered, "Mmm..."
He gently removed my clothes,
then took off all his own.
He hugged me.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Shan..." His sweet words were a sharp offensive.
"Mmm..." I could only gasp.
He caressed my breasts, wrapped one arm around my neck, and gently kissed my face.
I was already lost in the stimulation and teasing of lust, unable to speak.
He placed me on the bed and took off my underwear.
"Wear a condom, okay?" I stopped him
. He didn't argue with me, went over to get a condom and put it on. Once on
the bed, he grabbed my waist and thrust into me.
"Ah..." Like rain after a drought, a wave of pleasure washed over me.
"Does it hurt?" he asked considerately.
"No...no..."
He began to increase the force, slowly thrusting in
and out... until he fully inserted and withdrew.
Each thrust... The sounds of their intercourse mingled with my uncontrollable moans.
"Ah...ah...ah..." I gasped uncontrollably.
He thrust in and out relentlessly, his hands gripping my waist and hips tightly.
Each thrust plunged deep inside me.
"Ah...Brother He...harder..." My desire was completely aroused, and
I cried out lewd words without a care for my image.
He didn't say a word, increasing the force of his thrusts, each one a full-force sprint.
"Ah...ah...you...ah..." I lost... In the throes of sexual pleasure
, he let out a low moan, increased his speed, and
suddenly ejaculated. I felt his spasms and releases inside me.
My dizzy moans slowly subsided.
After a long while, he withdrew from me, sat up, and lit a cigarette.
My eyes were tightly closed, and for some reason, tears streamed down my face
. "Shan, what's wrong?" He asked in surprise, cupping my face in his hands
. "It's nothing, it's nothing... I'm a crybaby, don't worry about me..."
I felt very embarrassed and quickly put on a smile.
I surrounded him... I took off my towel and went to the bathroom for a long shower.
My whole body felt relaxed.
I finally felt normal again.
Maybe, for some people, sex is a form of therapy.
I walked out wrapped in
a bathrobe. Brother He was watching porn.
He saw me come out and walked towards me.
"Are you okay?" He hugged me from behind
. "Yeah." I smiled shyly.
"Want to do it again?" He turned his head and asked me.
"Huh?" I was surprised. "So fast? It's only been half an hour."
He smiled. "Shan, any man who sees you would do it ten times in one night,
even if it kills him."
I laughed, and he smiled too, gently stroking my face. "Since you're in such a good mood, how about we make it a little more intense this time?"
I had barely nodded when he ripped off my towel,
hugged me from behind, and grabbed my breasts with both hands
. "Your breasts are so big..."
Before I could even feel ashamed, he had already begun to wantonly knead my breasts,
his hands rubbing and squeezing them irregularly.
"Slower... ah... slower..." I gasped.
"Shan, your breasts are so big, they feel so good..." he kept lewdly uttering.
His hands moved down,
quickly kneading my labia
, while his other hand continued to roughly ravage my breasts.
I was completely limp and powerless from his ministrations,
only able to moan incessantly.
"Do you like this?"
"Ah... I like it..."
He leaned close to my ear, his hands tightening their grip even more. "Shan, is it comfortable?"
"Comfortable...comfortable..." I stammered.
"Shan, how about we don't use a condom this time?" he whispered, seizing the opportunity.
Actually, I had enough reason to refuse
, but for some reason, perhaps it was too intense,
I nodded.
He propped my hands on the back of the sofa
and entered me from behind.
"Ah!" I couldn't help but cry out.
This time it was deeper than before, the firmness of the flesh reaching the very bottom was a completely new experience.
He grabbed my waist, carefully and deeply inserting
himself, one hand grasping my drooping breast
. "Your breasts are so big...Shan..." he murmured.
"Ah...no..." I moaned dazedly.
"Do you like it?" He quickened his thrusting, the flesh slapping against each other.
"I like it...ah..."
"You're so lewd... aren't you..." he said maliciously.
"No... I'm not... ah..." I kept enduring each thrust of his body.
"You still say no... so lewd... and your tits are so big..."
"I hate you... I'm ignoring you... ah..."
"You're clearly enjoying it..." He suddenly pulled out, panting heavily.
I also paused my moans and gasped for breath.
I looked at his penis throbbing, and he smiled, "Meeting you,
I almost surrendered without realizing it."
He helped me lie flat on the bed again, and he thrust into me from the front again
. "Ah..." I cried out again.
"You're so good... I'm going to cum a lot..." he whispered.
"Ah... ah..."
"Do you like it... Shan..."
"I like it... I like it..."
"Do you want it... tell me..."
"I want... ah... I want..." I was already incoherent.
"Louder..." He sped up.
"I want... I want..."
"Say it quickly, I'm so lewd... my breasts are big..."
"Ah... I'm so lewd... ah... you're so bad... ah..."
I cried out in a daze.
He kneaded my breasts with both hands, sometimes squeezing tightly, sometimes rubbing my nipples.
His hips continued to thrust relentlessly, faster and faster.
"I'm going to cum...please cum inside me..."
"No...ah...ah..."
"It's too late..." He grabbed my breast forcefully and ejaculated.
He held me tightly, and we hugged like that for a few minutes before
slowly letting go.
He helped me to the bathroom and
carefully showered me.
His words regained their former charm.
"You truly are the epitome of womanhood, Sandrea." His gentle smile was always so captivating.
I blushed and lowered my head.
We slept together until daytime.
When I woke up, I couldn't resist him
, and we made love twice more.
I think he'll be the one who dies from exhaustion :p
Even now (hehe, I'm typing this completely naked except for a towel—
pretty sensual and exciting, right?)
, when I look down at the bruises he left on my breasts,
the absurd passion of that day still comes to mind.
Nothing can compare to a fiery sexual encounter. [img]
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