Nude beauty in the building across the street

This ghost city in the south has eight months of summer, three months of winter, and one month of drenched rainy season. My first impression of this city two months ago was the heat—a stifling, suffocating heat. While it's still snowing in the north, it's already warm enough for short sleeves here. However, the long summer isn't all bad, especially for most men.
I don't know when it started, but women on the street are wearing increasingly shorter and thinner clothes. Last time, I saw a woman on the street wearing super-short denim shorts, her buttocks practically showing, and a semi-transparent black top. Or rather, a black veil; from behind, the clasp of her bra was clearly visible. Men kept turning their heads to look, and when I passed her and glanced at her sideways, it was utterly appalling. Her features were actually okay, but her makeup was too heavy; she could definitely stop a crying child if she went out at night.
Fresh out of college and entering this city, with no connections or backing, I could only afford to rent an apartment. Luckily, my major was in high demand, and I had already started accumulating practical experience while in school. So, I stood out at my first job fair and landed this coveted job.
My philosophy was that I needed to prioritize good food and lodging, but I could make do with what I had. Therefore, I spent a third of my salary renting a one-bedroom apartment in a mid-range community, living alone. The story unfolds here. This community is quite large, with many buildings, each H-shaped, with an elevator in the middle and six apartments per floor. I was in the upper right corner of the H, on the 12th floor, the top floor.
That night, I had just returned from a business trip, around 10 pm. I was exhausted, like a dead dog. I threw my things down the door, didn't even turn on the lights, and went straight to bed. After lying there for about ten minutes, I got up to open the window for some fresh air. Just as I pulled back a corner of the curtains, I froze. I couldn't believe it. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things.
I saw the brightly lit room on the 11th floor directly opposite mine. The curtains weren't drawn. It was a large floor-to-ceiling window; without the curtains, the entire room was completely visible. Behind the window was a large bed, and on it lay a person—strictly speaking, a woman, a half-naked woman—playing on a tablet.
I quickly hid behind the wall, drawing the curtains down to a crack, barely daring to breathe, afraid of disturbing the person across the street. Actually, my worries were unnecessary. My lights weren't on, it was pitch black, and from over 20 meters away, she couldn't see me at all.
I couldn't believe such a wonderful opportunity had finally come my way. Although I wasn't a virgin anymore, my heart was pounding with excitement, and my hands were trembling a little, almost like the first time I went to a small hotel outside the school with my girlfriend.
Thinking back to that time, I was a virgin, and so was she. Our knowledge came entirely from Japanese adult films. When we first entered the room, the two silly kids were there. My girlfriend sat properly on the bed, head down, face flushed, not saying a word. I was watching TV and pressing the remote. My mind was a complete blank; I could n't remember anything from the movies.
"If you keep pressing the remote, it'll break." "Really? Hehe, hehe," I chuckled stupidly. "
Hehe," my girlfriend secretly laughed at my expression. Just those two sentences made us feel less tense, and images of the teachers from my hard drive started appearing in my head.
"Let's take a shower first." "Pah, who's going with you? You shower, I'll shower. You smell bad, go ahead." "Yes, ma'am." I smiled and rushed in. Men showering, especially in situations like this, you know what I mean. I came out in less than five minutes, wearing only a large bathrobe.
"It's your turn, go on." "Okay," my girlfriend replied, her voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, still shy. As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed into the bathroom. A moment later, the faint sound of running water came from the bathroom! My mind involuntarily drifted back to my girlfriend's sexy, alluring body. My little guy slowly perked up, and with the sound of the running water, it swelled up even more. The water splashed, and it shot skyward.
Twenty minutes later, my girlfriend slowly emerged from the bathroom. I was stunned! She was still wearing the same clothes she went in—a t-shirt and shorts, exactly the same. What a joke! But upon closer inspection, her skin was even whiter, and her face was redder than before, making her look even more charming and adorable. Especially her snow-white, pink feet, still glistening with water droplets, looked like lotus blossoms emerging from the water, especially against her pink slippers.
I swallowed hard. She noticed me staring at her, smiled slightly, and asked, "What are you looking at? It's not like I haven't seen you before." I quickly replied, "I...I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."
Seeing my reaction, her face, which had just returned to normal, suddenly flushed again, and she whispered, "Liar." I couldn't resist any longer and reached out to pull her tightly into my arms. Then, I lowered my head and kissed my girlfriend's red lips. Although we hadn't been intimate yet, kissing wasn't our first time. It was second nature. Before I knew it, in the midst of our passionate kiss, my breathing became heavier and heavier, and a captivating moan escaped from deep within her throat.
Suddenly, she pulled her red lips away from mine, panting, "Carry me over." Without a word, I immediately wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and strode towards the bed. When we reached the bed, she wrapped her legs around me and held tightly to my neck, pulling me onto the bed together.
I had been waiting for this moment for so long, and it had finally arrived. A surge of excitement made me tremble, my breathing becoming heavy and rapid. I reached out to take off my girlfriend's clothes. Her t-shirt came off easily, and her denim shorts were also easy to remove, but her bra was a different story. My hands groped around behind her back, but I'd never unbuttoned anything before, and my hands were too strong to do it properly. Just as I was about to push it off, my girlfriend sat up and gently pressed and pulled behind her, releasing it.
However, her girlish modesty made her cover her chest with her hands. I gently pulled her closer and kissed her lips. Slowly, her hands loosened, and I trembled as I carefully removed her bra. White, snow-white. Two dazzlingly white mounds, topped with two bright red cherries.
Primal urges fueled my desire, and I could no longer control myself. I pressed my hands directly onto those white mounds. Ah, so good. It felt completely different from touching them through two layers of clothing. With my caresses, my girlfriend's chest rose and fell, her breathing growing heavier. I released one hand and directly took her nipple into my mouth. My girlfriend let out a soft "Mmm." As my lips moved down, they slowly reached the only obstacle on her body: her underwear. The cotton underwear with the cartoon face on it was so cute.
I remembered a scene from a porn movie, and I used my teeth to bite the rubber part of the underwear, slowly pulling it down. My girlfriend shyly covered her eyes with her hands. Half of the front was already exposed, revealing a few sparse pubic hairs. But the back was pressed down by her buttocks and couldn't be pulled down. My girlfriend felt it and gently lifted her buttocks. My clever girlfriend is so good. It went smoothly, and I pulled the entire underwear down to her feet. Seeing my girlfriend's delicate, snow-white feet, I couldn't help but gently kiss them.
My girlfriend was now completely naked. But her legs were tightly pressed together. Her private parts were very sensitive; the pubic hair was sparse, just a small patch scattered on the mound.
I panted heavily, quickly took off my towel, and clumsily bent over and lay on top of her.
My girlfriend wrapped her arms around my neck again, her breath hot as she moaned, "X..." I panted and replied, "X, I love you." I knelt beside her and slowly parted her legs. At first, she tensed up, but as I gently stroked her lower abdomen with my other hand, her legs slowly opened. I had her stand up and spread her legs into an M shape. It was the first time I had truly seen a woman's most mysterious part. It was very clean, unlike the dark, loose skin of those women in adult films. My girlfriend's genitals were tightly closed, and because there was very little hair, it was a fair and tender area, almost the same color as her thighs. Below was her anus, which moved rhythmically with her rapid breathing.
Although my mind was full of experience, our actual combat experience was zero. I slowly approached my girlfriend, my penis almost ready to gushed blood. When the head touched her most sensitive spot, we both let out the most ecstatic moans. I panted heavily, my trembling crotch thrusting forward, the head pressing tightly against her secret place. But with zero experience, I couldn't find the entrance. After several attempts, it slipped down to her anus.
Slowly, I felt my girlfriend getting a little wet. She reached out and gently grasped my penis, slowly guiding it towards her pink entrance. When the head touched her secret place again, I felt I was about to explode. Guided by my girlfriend's hand, I finally found the true paradise.
As I gently pried open the two tightly closed doors, just as I was about to launch a full-force attack, I felt a shiver run through my body, followed by an unprecedented, overwhelming pleasure that engulfed me. My breath almost stopped, and my penis was gushing out wildly. Sigh, a virgin.
I got up and cleaned myself up, then held my girlfriend, whose body was burning hot, and quietly lay on top of her. After a while, we started kissing again, from top to bottom, all the way to her toes. Especially when I kissed her toes, she actually moaned softly. Hearing that sound, I suddenly felt my blood boil, and my limp penis began to stir again.
So, while I stroked her soft, boneless, snow-white, delicate feet with one hand, I gently kissed her other foot with my other mouth. As I continued, my girlfriend's moans and gasps grew more intense. When my hand left her feet and gently pressed against her private area, she suddenly clamped her legs together, trapping my hand, and then her whole body trembled, emitting soft whimpers. I knew my girlfriend had come. My penis had returned to its previous state.
Two minutes later, my girlfriend's legs slowly opened. I noticed that she was incredibly wet down there, and a drop had even trickled down to her anus. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pounced on her, aiming at the spot my girlfriend had guided me to, and charged again. Her entrance was slowly forced open. My vanguard slowly advanced, but progress was slow due to the narrow path. Suddenly, the vanguard found an obstacle ahead.
So, I gave the order, "Charge!" And then, with my girlfriend's cry of "Ah, it hurts!", we were tightly joined together. I felt like I was going to ejaculate again.
"It hurts, don't move!" "I won't move." Two minutes later, my girlfriend had probably adjusted, and my feeling subsided. Then I slowly started thrusting, and my girlfriend's moans started again. Hearing the sound, I shuddered and immediately began to thrust forcefully. The slapping sounds of our bodies mingled with my heavy breathing and her soft moans, echoing in the room. Unfortunately, after only a few thrusts, my scalp tingled again, and then my body relaxed. With my girlfriend's high-pitched cry, I ejaculated again, the first time in over 20 years that I didn't waste it outside. My girlfriend also came, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her whole body trembling.
From then on, we left our mark in various hotels and restaurants outside of school. Unfortunately, I signed with this company, and she went back to her hometown in the southwest; her family had arranged a job for her. Although we didn't officially break up, we both knew it was over.
Thinking about all this, I felt a pang of sadness again. The girl across the street, probably tired from lying down for so long, rolled over, and I saw her completely. Two small nipples, though not as pink as my ex-girlfriend's, and her breasts not as white, were still perky and snow-white. And the girl was quite pretty, very refined.
Girls these days are so bold. The apartment below mine is empty, probably bought as an investment and uninhabited for a long time. I was away on a business trip for over a week, and there were no clothes hanging outside. She probably thought my apartment was empty too, so she boldly left the curtains open and was half-naked. I secretly took my camera from the closet, switched to a telephoto lens, and set up the tripod. I was going to take some photos to keep for later.
I was the vice president of my school's photography club. I studied photography with a teacher for a while, and one summer, to buy a camera, I worked as an assistant at a large photo studio for two months. I took wedding photos, wedding day photography, and portrait photos. I earned some money, and with my savings, I bought this 5D Mark II, XXB, and a 50mm f/1.8L. Anyone who's into photography knows this setup. Actually, besides making money, I did learn a lot at the studio. I've taken both romantic and boudoir photos, and I know the tricks of the trade.
I took a few shots with the camera, even at ISO 3200, but the results were still unsatisfactory. Because of the distance, the lighting, and the glass in between, the photos looked foggy or were completely blurry. I gave up and decided it was better to just look at the pictures. After a while, the girl got up and went outside, I don't know where she went.
I sat on the windowsill, waiting quietly, but one minute, two minutes, ten minutes passed, and the girl still hadn't returned. Although I really wanted to leave, I was afraid the girl would come back and I wouldn't be able to see her. So I was tormented. Ten minutes later, suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a snow-white figure appeared across the way, completely naked. It turned out the girl had gone to take a shower. How bold of her to come out completely naked, then lie down on the bed and pick up her iPad again.
However, less than two minutes later, a man came in from outside, a bit chubby. I didn't know if he was her boyfriend or husband. He went to the bedside, said a few words to the girl, and then went to the window, pulled the curtains shut—thick curtains, you couldn't see anything. My heart was still pounding wildly. I slowly turned on my computer, found photos of my ex-girlfriend in a hidden folder, nude photos I had taken of her, and masturbated intensely.
I decided never to turn on the room light again.
For several days in a row, I left work early and rushed home. The first thing I did was wait by the window. The couple across the way seemed to be freelancers; no matter how early I got home, they were already home. And they didn't go to sleep until after 3 a.m. every day. For the past few days, to make observation easier, I secretly bought a high-powered magnifying glass. Every day, without fail, the girl lay half-naked on the bed, either playing on her phone or her iPad. Through the binoculars, I could see her entire upper body. I even saw a mole next to her left breast. But I never saw her lower body again, except for the first time.
More than a week passed, and every night I only saw the girl; the man didn't appear. A few days later, one night, I was watching from the window when the girl started slowly stroking herself, from her neck, shoulders, down her chest, and then down her body. She kept caressing herself, occasionally licking her lips.
The caresses continued downwards, reaching the triangle area under her underwear. She slowly rubbed and pressed it through her underwear. Every now and then, I saw her reach inside the bottom edge of her underwear and press, and each time she did, she would gently bite her lip. She was masturbating; it seemed the man really wasn't home.
The girl suddenly sat up and looked out the window. I subconsciously hid behind the wall, even though I knew she couldn't see me. Then, she slowly took off her only piece of clothing, her underwear. I was so excited! Finally, I could see her! After taking off her pants, she casually tossed them aside, picked up her iPad, and lay back with her legs raised. Another M-shaped position, but unfortunately, not facing me; I could only see her side profile.
Then, she gently massaged her crotch area with one hand, occasionally biting her lip or gasping for breath. After a few minutes, her movements gradually quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her breath. Suddenly, her expression turned to pain; she thrust her hand down hard, and her whole body trembled—she must have orgasmed. I almost came too. A few minutes later, she calmed down, got up, cleaned the bed, and went out, probably to take a shower.
"No, I have to get this girl. She needs it too," I told myself as I lay down on the bed after watching.
I thought of many methods, and then a solution slowly emerged. Having figured it out, I yawned and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I needed to act quickly, so the next day I started preparing. The first crucial thing was to find out where the man had gone. I went to the management office; I'd dealt with one of the people there when I rented the room, giving him two packs of cigarettes—we had a small relationship. So I found him and casually pulled out a pack of Wuyeshen cigarettes.
"Brother Luo, I need your help. My phone broke a couple of days ago, and I lost all the numbers. I need to contact my landlord, but the contract is missing. Could you please help me check?" "Oh, no problem. This is the building's owner information book; check it yourself. Put it back over there when you're done." Old Luo picked up his cigarette and went outside to smoke, too lazy to bother with me, casually tossing me a property registration form.
This was the result I wanted. I quickly found the owner's number for the girl's room, although I didn't know if the girl and her man were the owners. I put the book back and went outside.
"Thanks, Brother Luo, I'll come over for tea sometime." "Remember to come!" I bought two more SIM cards, went back upstairs, and dialed the number. It connected quickly; a man's voice answered.
"Hello, are you the owner of unit 11xx in building xx of xx Garden?" "Yes." The other person seemed reluctant to answer, probably thinking I was a real estate agent.
"Do you live there now?" "What do you want? I'm not selling the house, that's all..." The other person tried to hang up. "
Wait, wait, brother, I live downstairs from you. I've noticed water dripping from your upstairs window. I wonder if your air conditioner is leaking. I wanted to ask you to take a look, but no one answered when I knocked on the door." I didn't know if they knew each other; I hoped they didn't. Soon, I realized I'd guessed correctly.
"Oh, you should have said so earlier! I thought it was a real estate agent. I don't live there anymore; it's rented to someone else now. I'll talk to him." "No need, no need, I can't trouble you. Just give me the tenant's number, and I'll talk to him." Soon, I received a number called XX Feng, which seemed to be a man's.
I switched to my second SIM card and called directly. "Hello, this is the XX Community XX Neighborhood Committee. You live in Building XX, Unit 11XX, right? We need to register the family planning information of the floating population. Are you home?" "I'm not home. My girlfriend is home. You can go ask her directly. We're not married yet, so what's the plan?" "We need to register in person. When are you coming back? Are you coming back tonight?" "I'm on a business trip this month. I won't be back until the 8th of next month." Upon hearing this, I was secretly delighted. Finally, I knew. Your girlfriend has been waiting for you so long; let me help you out.
"Okay, then I'll write 'single and childless,' thank you for your cooperation." Then I hung up the phone and casually threw the SIM card in the trash.
That afternoon, I went back to the company and secretly printed two color flyers using the company's color printer. The first one was something about personalized photography; "Want to preserve your youth? Contact me, and I'll capture your most beautiful moments with a camera, safe and secure, and we can take photos at your designated location." The second one was about a private massage therapist, offering in-home or designated location services, and listed a whole bunch of massage benefits. Both flyers only had a QQ number on them.
The same day I printed them, I went directly to the girl's house and slipped the photography ad under the door. After all, I actually know how to do that; the massage ad was just a backup plan. This was a targeted ad, so if someone contacted her, it would be her. And based on my observation, the girl took several selfies in front of the mirror every day; I figured she was someone who cared about her appearance, and people like that are more likely to accept this kind of thing.
Sure enough, that very evening, I received a message on QQ from a new, secondary number.
"Hello!" "Hello, how can I help you?" "Do you offer personalized photoshoots?" "Yes, we have all sorts of styles, modern, classic, formal, or you can tell us your preferred style, and our team will plan it for you." "Really? Do you have any previous photos I can see?" I had already prepared these. I selected some beach scenes, some wedding photos, some funny ones, and some boudoir shots. The last few were beautiful nude photos of my ex-girlfriend, none of them showing any nudity. These were all photos I had taken myself, and the photographers at the studio thought they were quite good. I sent the photos, and quickly received a response.
"Hmm, very well done, especially these styles," the swimsuit boudoir photos and the ones of my ex-girlfriend. She'd taken the bait.
"Yes, these are the most popular photoshoots. Several people get their photos taken every week. They all say that the pressure in the city is immense, young people age quickly, and in a few years they'll be old and won't have any good photos to look at their most beautiful." "So, how much do you charge? One set?" "It depends on which series you want, where you want it taken, and whether you want an album or just a digital copy. We offer personalized service and flexibility, unlike traditional photo studios that print out a book for you, which is expensive." "At home, I'll have both, and a digital album will do." "Oh, that's simpler. Right now, we have a special offer of only 288 for one set, 388 for two sets. It'll be even cheaper if you do your own light makeup at home, since you don't need to pay for a makeup artist. When would you like to have the shoot? I have an outdoor shoot scheduled after the 7th of next month, so it might not be here." "I can do my own makeup. Can you come to my place this week?" The fish had taken the bait! I was so excited, I almost jumped for joy. Thankfully, it wasn't a face-to-face meeting, or I'd definitely give myself away.
"Sure, I'm available anytime this week. You can choose a time. Also, I'm a male photographer, so please have someone else at home to avoid any suspicion." I said this just to allay her concerns. Generally, people don't let others know about these kinds of photoshoots unless they're very close, so I wasn't worried she'd ask someone else.
"Let's start tomorrow at 1 PM. It's at my place, XX Community, Building XX, Room 11XX. Just ring the doorbell when you get there." "Okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow. I'll be at XX. See you tomorrow." It went so smoothly, much smoother than I expected. Women really aren't rational thinkers.
I arrived at 12:30 PM the next day. After all, there was still time for setting up the scene and testing the lighting. When I got to the door, I rang the doorbell, and the door opened. I guess the girl had been waiting. She was wearing a tank top and shorts. Although I've seen girls half-naked many times, she still looked quite alluring dressed like this. She was about 1.65 meters tall, with a curvy figure, and even prettier than she appeared through the binoculars, I don't know why. Her voice was soft and pleasant.
"I'm XX," I said, raising my camera. "Hello, my name is Xiao C. I live alone. Come in." I went in and looked around. The living room was neat and tidy, and the whole house was quite large, probably over 100 square meters, and decorated elegantly.
"Xiao C, where would you like to take pictures?" "The swimsuit ones are in the bathroom, and the other one is in the bedroom," Xiao C said, her face slightly flushed, which was quite cute.
"Okay, let's take the swimsuit ones first. I'll go to the bathroom to get ready. You go change first." Ten minutes later, Xiao C appeared in front of me wearing a bikini. Although I had seen her half-naked before, I found this bikini even more alluring. The pink bikini revealed half of her breasts, with a narrow strip below, and two straps tied in a knot on the side.
"Hmm, Xiao C is so beautiful," I sincerely praised.
"Thank you. I hope to get some good photos. It's up to you." The photoshoot proceeded smoothly. I was a little nervous at first, but after a few minutes, I completely relaxed. I must say, Xiao C's expressiveness is quite good. If someone gave her some pointers, she could be a print model. I told her honestly, and she just smiled.
Towards the end of the shoot, with some shots of her getting wet under the shower and in the bathtub, Xiao C gradually became bolder, starting to make some seductive poses, like biting her fingers and touching her breasts. The shoot went more and more smoothly for me. Soon I realized we'd taken over 100 different photos.
After the photoshoot, I imported the photos to my computer and looked at them with Xiao C. We sat side by side, and Xiao C hadn't changed her clothes; she was still wearing her swimsuit. We took several photos of each pose, and some of them captured funny moments, making us both laugh out loud. Because we were sitting so close, my arm occasionally brushed against her chest, but she didn't seem to mind at all. I felt like we were getting closer.
"You have such a great figure; you'd look even prettier in some sexy clothes." "This isn't sexy enough; it's almost revealing." "No way! There are also some thongs and such; they look really good." After saying that, I opened my computer, which had several albums featuring that kind of photoshoot. Xiao C looked at them, and as if she had made up her mind, she said, "I have something like that too, but it's too revealing." "You've got the figure, so what are you afraid of revealing? Beauty is for others to see." I could see she was already interested, so I quickly said.
"Okay, wait a minute." Two minutes later, Xiao C came out of the room, and when I looked up, my nose was practically bleeding. That's more than just sexy and revealing; it's practically lingerie! A small piece of blue fabric covered the front, and it was semi-transparent. It barely covered her private area, and I noticed that her genitals were completely bare, without any hair. There was only a thin strap at the back, less than a finger's thickness, deeply embedded in her full buttocks. The upper body was almost transparent as well, with only a small butterfly covering her nipple area; the rest was almost entirely transparent.
Seeing me staring at her blankly, C smiled. "I told you it was quite revealing." "That's called sexy. Your man is so lucky." I thought I heard her sigh softly.
The filming began. Various subtly seductive movements. Later, the tone changed, becoming somewhat ambiguous. When taking photos of her back, she deliberately stuck her butt out a bit. In one kneeling photo, I insisted on taking an extra shot of her back, even though I only intended to take photos of her front and side. When I turned around, I noticed the strap was loose at the back and wouldn't stick anymore. From behind, I could clearly see the slightly brownish folds of her anus, and a tiny bit of her vulva below, slightly open and already a little wet.
After taking the photos, when I saw this one, Xiao C playfully said, "You exposed yourself and didn't even tell me!" Then she gently tugged at the strap.
The last set was the most important. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and calm down.
When I returned to the bedroom, Xiao C had already started changing. This time, she didn't hide it and did it right in front of me. First, she took off her top, then slowly pulled down her thong. There was a noticeable wet patch in the middle of the strap, with a few glistening drops.
"How should we take the photos?" I instructed Xiao C on some poses, all very traditional, beautiful, and not revealing. After about 20 photos, Xiao C started posing herself. First, she cupped her peach-shaped breasts with both hands, displaying a seductive expression. Then she posed with her hands squeezing her breasts, kneeling, lying on her stomach, and finally, in a few photos, her legs spread wide in an M-shape, revealing her private parts completely. Xiao C's private parts were beautiful, without excessive pigmentation, her vulva still able to contain them, revealing just a little bit of her tongue, which had very little hair, making it look pink and tender. Her vulva was already wet. And Xiao C was looking at me with hazy eyes at this
moment. If I still didn't know what to do, I would be worse than an animal. I set up the camera and switched to video mode, since my card had enough capacity. I had taken a video and uploaded some photos earlier just for this.
I knelt on the bed and brought my mouth directly to her vulva. I kissed Xiao C's genitals. Xiao C began to let out seductive, low moans. I gently parted her vulva with my tongue and slipped inside. Then I gently swept over her already erect clitoris. As soon as I touched her, C couldn't help but take a deep breath and let out an "Oh~~". I looked up at C's face; it was flushed red, like an apple, almost dripping blood. Her expression was a mix of pain and pleasure. Her nipples were already erect. Patches of redness covered her body. She was breathing rapidly.
I pulled down my pants, took out my penis, gently applied some lubricant to C's opening, and then thrust straight in.
"Oh, so good, so tight, C," C couldn't speak anymore, only breathing heavily and making moaning sounds. I launched a nine-shallow-one-deep attack; each time I penetrated, C cried out. Soon, during my assault, C suddenly screamed, then clung to me, motionless. Waves of contracting pleasure washed over me; C had climaxed.
But I hadn't yet. After C recovered, I flipped her over into a doggy-style position. At first, she barely managed to hold on, but after a while, her whole body slumped down, which was even better, as her buttocks were sticking up higher. Soon, I felt I was close to climaxing too, and Little C was already babbling incoherently. After another twenty or so thrusts, suddenly a gush of hot water poured over the head of my penis. I knew she had come again, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I ejaculated more than ten times in a row. Little C screamed loudly from being sprayed.
We lay on the bed for more than half an hour before I slowly got up and helped Little C clean up. She was still completely exhausted. After I finished cleaning her up, I held her in my arms and gently kissed her face, saying, "You seem very tired." "Yes, my boyfriend isn't that good. He always finishes in a few minutes, and he ejaculates before I even come. I always have to use my hand. I haven't experienced that in a long time." That evening, we ate something casually and had two more rounds of intense lovemaking. I left, and Little C was still lying on the bed, unable to move.
From then on, Little C became my lover, and I never told her that I lived in the building opposite hers. She never asked.
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