【[pos]The Erotic Tales of the Love-Locking Curse】(Nine)

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********** 　　... “ 　　Should I put it in again?” He was getting restless again, his hands wandering over her buttocks , kneading and pinching them under the towel. “If I plug it up, it won’t feel empty.” 　　“No, slow down, slow down. I’m still holding the towel, you’re so annoying.” She grabbed his arm and pulled it up to her waist. “You should rest too. You were panting like you were carrying me up six flights of stairs at the end. Aren’t you tired?” 　　He was still savoring the intense pleasure he had just experienced, and he didn’t remember being tired at all . He immediately said, “No, I was actually feeling really good. It was so good that I couldn’t breathe.” 　　She had also just experienced that feeling and roughly knew what it was like. She raised an eyebrow and asked happily, “Was it that good? Just thrusting in and out like that, was it really that good?” 　　“Yeah, it was indescribably good. I felt like I could laugh even if you strangled me.” 　　“Pah, what kind of ridiculous way of putting it is?” She slapped him on the chest, her face full of reproach, "I wouldn't bear to strangle you. If you were gone, I would jump off a building. " Realizing the 　　conversation had veered off course, he quickly used the simplest method to break the ice—he kissed her . 　　Having just experienced the sweet tightness of a young girl's body, even the slightest touch could make his virile nature harden again, not to mention Fang Tongtong's kisses were swayed gently, strands of hair falling around his face, occasionally causing a slight tickle. 　　During the kiss, her body writhed slightly like a snake, her smooth skin rubbing against his skin, her soft breasts massaging his chest. He could even feel her nipples hardening, swelling, and erecting, just like his penis gathering blood. 　　He couldn't resist; his fingers crawled between her legs, gently parting them, pulling out the cumbersome towel and tossing it aside. 　　He touched her directly, his fingers immediately finding the slippery fluid remaining in the soft crevice. With him... His semen and her saliva mingled together, indistinguishable. 　　He shouldn't need to worry about the hymen anymore. He sucked on Fang Tongtong's tongue, which she offered to his mouth, and his fingers tentatively probed into the small opening. 　　Soft and slippery, the flesh, though elastic, was as tender as a slightly chewy jelly. As his knuckles penetrated slightly, he felt the rough folds envelop him. He pressed harder, and that small area unfolded , and it returned to its original shape, rubbing against his fingertip. 　　This was inside her, the place where he had just inserted his penis. He thought excitedly, his fingers trying to dig deeper. 　　She squinted her eyes, humming softly, her small lips suddenly pressing harder against his. 　　He tried to scoop out the slippery love fluid, but the inner walls seemed to have tiny holes he couldn't feel, constantly secreting more and more, becoming increasingly slippery, until finally his entire finger was soaked, the entrance contracting and shrinking, as if trying to swallow his entire length. 　　"Tongtong, let's do it again?" "Okay? I'm hard again, feel it." He lay on the pillow, looking at his girlfriend who wasn't putting much pressure on him despite being on top of him, and spoke frankly. 　　He was already used to making direct requests to Fang Tongtong; he trusted her feelings and believed he had completely won her over. 　　"Then...can you go slower?" She brushed aside her hair, saying, "When you went in earlier, it was a little prickly. Like tiny needles. I guess...with yours being so thick, it'll hurt a bit when it goes in. Can you go a little slower this time?" He thought for a moment 　　, then his eyes lit up, "How about you do it this time? You're on top, you can go fast or slow as you like, how about that?" 　　"Me on top?" She pointed to herself, a little surprised, but immediately, Zhao Tao saw an eager expression on her face as well, "How do I do it? Do I squat?" 　　She propped herself up, removed the blanket, and tried different positions, saying a little embarrassedly, "This looks like I'm urinating, it's so embarrassing..." " 　　You can do it like this, kneel on either side, your legs are long, it'll fit perfectly. Try it." He quickly instructed, helping her change positions. 　　"Won't I break it?" she asked softly, holding his penis with some concern and looking down. 　　"No, once you put it in, you don't need to lift it so high, it definitely won't break if it doesn't fall out." He looked at her spread legs, his erect penis head pointing directly at her wet vulva, and this time, she was in control . 　　"I'll try." She bit her lip happily, shifted her knees to align herself, and with a quick movement, grasped his penis. She found it even faster than before, easily locating the slightly shrunken entrance. 　　"Mmm..." she hummed, lowering herself slightly. Between her thighs, the purple mushroom-shaped tip of his penis disappeared. 　　In this position, Fang Tongtong had to exert force with both legs. Even though he had just lost his virginity, the glans felt even tighter than before. He gasped, almost unable to resist thrusting his hips upwards to let her in. 　　She held his stomach, looked down at the South Bangguo connecting the two of them with a puzzled expression, and whispered:

"It hasn't gotten thicker, so... it feels even more swollen than before. It hurts a little."

"Don't panic, take it slow, you might need some time to adjust." He quickly reassured her, no longer slacking off with his hands,
lifting up to grab her breasts, which had become much fuller after she sat up, and rubbing her nipples in circles with his fingertips.

However, there was no lack of lubrication down there; she was still soaked, so it wasn't difficult to enter at all. She bit
her lip, groaned, and sat up smoothly, swallowing another half of it.

"It seems... it hurts at the entrance. It's much better once it gets to the very end." She
shifted legs, sat down completely, then widened her eyes, sighed, and said with some surprise, "It feels... like
I've hit something, it's so deep. No, no... I can't sit all the way in..."

She quickly lifted it up a bit, and the ridge of his glans scraped against the vaginal walls, eliciting a groan from her and a cry
of pleasure from Zhao Tao.

Having frequently swum and played on dance machines, Fang Tongtong's legs were probably even stronger than his. As soon as she got the hang of it,
she enthusiastically began experimenting. She thrust forward, made a couple of movements, then stuck her butt
out, twisted her hips, rubbed left and right, and swayed up and down, showing no signs of fatigue. She was having a great time, and as she moved faster, her wet little hole and
the hard rod inside made soft, squelching sounds.

Her love juices increased, and she twisted more and more rapidly. Soon, she couldn't resist leaning down and kissing his
lips, her buttocks raised and moving up and down, the frothy, lustful fluid dripping down—a vivid illustration of
what it meant to pour a candle upside down.

Her breathing quickened; she seemed breathless, yet she still wouldn't let go, instead sucking his tongue even
tighter.

His desire reached its peak; his hands groped wildly, touching her back, her buttocks, her thighs,
but he still couldn't relieve the restlessness pent up in his penis.

He arched his back, lifted his hips, and finally couldn't resist, thrusting upwards from below.

She had been nibbling slowly, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, but unexpectedly, he suddenly
shoved in. Since it wasn't a real mouth, there was no throat to swallow from, so it was completely filled.
Then came a sudden pull, pulling her pink flesh almost inside out. He thrust in and out, swallowing and spitting, holding her buttocks up,
preventing her from moving. Except for being upside down, it was back to the way he had been, pressing down on her and thrusting wildly.

"Ah... ah, slow... ahh... you promised... slow... ah... um—" she managed to
lift her head, avoiding his pursuing kisses, speaking haltingly, each word trembling from his thrusts.

"But... but I'm coming... I'm... I'm coming..." he said, reaching the final moment, his body thrusting
upwards even more violently, as if he wanted to lift her to the ceiling and hang her there.

A numbness ran through her thighs; her orgasm had arrived. He held Fang Tongtong tightly, pressing her hard against him. Her round
buttocks had to be fully seated, her tender vagina enveloping his entire penis. The glans pressed against her uterus
, throbbing powerfully. At the deepest point, he began his second ejaculation of the night.

The bulge and the indentation were joined together almost seamlessly. After a while, the semen trapped inside
slowly overflowed from his softened penis and dripped down.

Their lips unconsciously kissed at the moment of ejaculation and remained locked together until now.

Gradually, fatigue swept over them. They embraced each other contentedly, their naked bodies pressed together against
every inch of skin that could touch. Their limbs intertwined, their foreheads pressed together, even their breaths inevitably mingled
. In the warmth of their intimacy, they chatted idly until they both fell asleep.

(44)

When Zhao Tao woke up groggily, Fang Tongtong was no longer on his arm, which had been numb from being pressed down.

He froze for a moment, then sat bolt upright, fearing he'd been dreaming all along.

Thankfully, it was all real.

This was his parents' bedroom, not his usual single bed.

The side next to him was still wrinkled; he could easily pull up two soft, long, thin black hairs by his arm. He
stretched , glanced at the clock on the opposite wall—it was only a little past seven.

Normally, he wouldn't want to get up at this time on a holiday, but today he was wide awake
enough .

The towel Fang Tongtong had used to wipe her head and then her bottom yesterday was still crumpled up by his pillow. He crawled over with a yelp,
laid it across the bed, picked it up, and sniffed it. There was a faint, fishy smell. He unfolded it and saw that the area where semen
had dry and hard, rough to the touch, and slightly yellowish.

A few drops of blood were on the edge, completely dried and somewhat dark.

"So this is the fallen petals..." He gazed at them happily for a while, then put on his underwear, neatly
folded the towel into a square, and took it out the door.

The kitchen exhaust fan was humming loudly; Fang Tongtong was probably making breakfast. A warmth filled his heart. He clutched
the towel and went to his room, opened the cabinet containing his collection of yellowed books, carefully took out the innermost tin box containing his childhood
toys , pried it open, put it inside, and carefully closed it again. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and ask loudly, "Tongtong,
are you making breakfast?"

"Yes. I didn't wake you because you were sleeping so soundly."

"Why are you making breakfast? It's much easier to go downstairs and buy some." He stretched and strode towards the kitchen.

"I don't want to run anymore." Seeing him come in, she turned and kissed him, grinning. "My thighs are still
a bit sore, and it's a bit tiring to take big steps. I'll just make something simple to eat."

"You're cooking instant noodles?" He hugged her from behind and peeked in. "Why didn't you put any seasoning?"

"It's not healthy to eat like that. I'll make you stir-fried noodles, this is also called stir-fried noodles, I guarantee it won't be any worse than last night." She
pointed to the diced meat and vegetables on the cutting board next to her, and there were two eggs in the bowl.

"Tongtong, you're so sweet..." He turned his head and kissed her ear. Seeing that she was still dressed like last night,
his heart a beat. His hands, which were around her waist, moved upwards, and sure enough, through the thin short-sleeved shirt, he touched her
soft, full breasts.

"Hey, can you stop being so mushy and touching my breasts?" She laughed and slapped his hand away. "I'm cooking
. Don't mess around."

He obediently put it back. Having gotten what he wanted, his eagerness wasn't so intense anymore, and
this affectionate flirting had a different kind of fun than usual. However, being held so tightly made him resist that thought.
"Heading up is obviously unrealistic," he swallowed, and whispered, "But I'm not hungry, really, not at all.
I don't want I just want... to eat you."

This was a line he had rehearsed countless times in his dreams for his vaguely defined girlfriend, but even now
, saying it aloud, his face still felt a little hot.

"No. Eat. You're up so early... you pervert." She twisted her waist to break free, picked out the cooked noodles, poured out
clean water, and skillfully picked up the oil bottle, laughing as she worked, "What do you mean, 'eat me'? Your thing clearly
came in, it's already so far inside me, so it's me who should be eating you."

"Just this one, it'll be gone after you eat it." He breathed into her ear, making her shrink back.

"You're not really going to let me eat it, it just comes in and goes out, comes in and goes out, if I were really greedy, I would have bitten it off by now
." She giggled, quickly flipped the noodles in the pot, added a few drops of vinegar, and a fragrant aroma immediately wafted up.

Glug... his stomach protested without any courtesy.

Okay, you can't have one dick to satisfy your stomach while your intestines suffer. He scratched his head, took the two plates of fried
instant noodles into the house, and decided to eat obediently.

He turned on the TV and picked up where Fang Tongtong left off last night while she was taking a shower. Zhao Tao ate until he was about 80% full and
asked softly, "Any plans for today?"

"I had a pretty good plan," she replied, not having finished her meal, picking a piece of noodles into his bowl .
"It's not good that you never go out with your buddies. I was thinking we could go shopping this morning, and after lunch I
'll go get a perm, while you go hang out with Sun Bo and the others. Give me the key, I'll wait for you at home later."

"Oh..." He nodded, then asked curiously, "Originally?"

“Yeah, I’ve changed now.” She turned and glared at him. “I don’t even want to go downstairs to buy breakfast anymore,
of course I don’t want to move. Whatever, I’ll stay home all day and see what happens, you have to keep me company.”

Seeing his overjoyed expression, she quickly added, “Just keep me company, don’t even think about it. Let
me rest, I went to the bathroom this morning, and that…that area was a little swollen, it hurts when I touch it.”

He let out a slightly disappointed “Ah,” but immediately realized this was the time for him to show his consideration, and quickly
said, “No problem, I…I promise I won’t touch that area today. So what are we…doing today?”

“How do you usually spend your time at home by yourself? I’ll learn from you.” She put her hands behind her back, tied her long ponytail
high, and then coiled it into a bun-like hairstyle.

“Uh…” He thought for a moment, then had to admit that his usual life alone was boring. “It’s just playing games,
reading books, and doing homework.”

“Hey, by the way, do you usually just go to computer arcades? Do you go to legitimate internet cafes? Do you go online? Do you have a QQ account?”
Seeing him nod, she said happily, “Then help me apply for one later, my family is getting broadband installed, so I can
go online at home. You can use QQ at the internet cafe, and I can chat with you at home, right?”

He nodded, but immediately said, “I don’t use it much. I didn’t like chatting in chat rooms before. I only
played around with it for a while after watching ‘First Intimate Contact.’ We can meet directly, why bother typing? Typing a sentence takes
forever , it’s too annoying.”

“Oh.” She nodded when she heard this, finished the last two bites of her food, curled up on the sofa, stretched out her leg, and poked
him with her toe. “You can clean up, I’m not moving.”

Actually, Zhao Tao had always known that he was a guy with a strong sex drive. He masturbated at least three
or four times , and he could go a day for a year without any problem. He had never had a wet dream in his life.

He had always thought that once he lost his virginity and had a girlfriend with whom he could go all the way, this desire
would lessen considerably.

After last night, he had some of his guesses confirmed. He had masturbated up to six times a day,
five of which were at night. But after such intense sex with Fang Tongtong, especially with her on top the second time, he
felt extremely exhausted afterward. He figured he could only manage three times a night if he pushed himself too hard.

But he was completely wrong about the other part.

After truly experiencing it, it was like entering a whole new world. A girl's warm, soft body
was something that five fingers couldn't compare to. Hugs, kisses, skin-to-skin friction, her fragrance, her blush, the beads of sweat on her nose…
all sorts of stimulation satisfied all his senses, building up to the final climax in a comprehensive and immersive way.

After understanding all the mysteries, his anticipation actually surged, and it became much more concrete.

Before, when he looked at Fang Tongtong's beautiful body, he could only imagine what it would be like inside through her clothes; even
fantasizing about the actual penetration was an impossible task. Now, just looking at her
bare feet hooked together, he could almost hear the beautiful moans he'd heard last night when he'd put her toes in his mouth.

It was so clear; he could picture the exact shape of her mons pubis through her shorts—
though she'd probably changed her underwear since she'd washed it and hung it out to dry in the bathroom that morning.

He completely forgot the ending of the "Pretty Woman" story, and taking advantage of Fang Tongtong's touched expression, he quickly hugged her and kissed
her a few times, secretly touching her buttocks.

To calm himself down and avoid making Fang Tongtong uncomfortable, he put on a horror movie next time,
the infamous The Ring.

" After the final form of intimacy, the relationship between a man and a woman does indeed undergo a strange change. Both
were frightened and hugged each other, but Fang Tongtong's movements unconsciously became more natural, and his embrace became much more
spontaneous . Their physical intimacy gradually revealed itself, as if there was a transparent membrane between them,
which completely disappeared as the other membrane vanished.

Coincidentally, just as he went to change the disc, the phone rang.

Fang Tongtong screamed and ran barefoot off the sofa, dashing behind him as if the phone
were about to explode.

"Oh dear... that's a movie. I'll go check the number." He smiled, turned, kissed her, and walked
towards .

"Don't answer if the caller ID is gibberish!" she warned, her eyes wide.

Of course, it wasn't gibberish, and it certainly wasn't an international call from Sadako Yamamura. He glanced at the
unfamiliar , hesitated for a moment, and then answered.

Then, a little nervously, he flashed the receiver at Fang Tongtong, "It's for you. Ask your friend to cover for you
."

(Forty-five)

The phone call that startled Fang Tongtong twice turned out to be a false alarm.

It wasn't that Fang Tongtong's mother had caught them red-handed; in fact, they had planned it perfectly. Even if they called her
friend's house, they could use excuses like going to the bathroom or taking a shower to stall, then call Fang Tongtong
to come . That house wasn't far, only a five-minute bike ride, which gave Fang Tongtong the confidence to come.

The friend called simply to chat with Fang Tongtong about her experience of spending the night together, probably even
offering some advice in a seasoned manner.

Zhao Tao didn't listen to much; seeing Fang Tongtong point to the small room, he obediently got up, went inside, turned on his computer
, and started playing games, not caring what they talked about afterwards.

From the moment Fang Tongtong broke off her friendship with another friend because of him, he no longer had any unnecessary worries.

He only needed to enjoy Fang Tongtong's love and love her well; that was enough.

He was lonely, but he didn't like crowds. His world was just big enough for her; he didn't need to, and had no
interest in, caring about anyone else.

"We've been chatting for a long time." After more than ten minutes, he saw Fang Tongtong come in. He didn't ask anything else, just said, "Want to watch
another movie? I rented some other horror movies too."

Fang Tongtong quickly waved her hand, "No, no, it's almost time. I'll go to the kitchen and slowly get things ready
. The chicken legs need to be marinated, otherwise they won't taste good. I'm slow today, let me dawdle. You can play here, you
don't need to keep me company."

"I'll go too. We can play games anytime." He immediately stood up, remembering his promise
, "I'll help you carry things, so you can walk less."

"It's not that painful, you make me sound so delicate." She laughed, but was happy that he came along.

Actually, she didn't need him to do anything while she was busy in the kitchen. Just talking to her
made much easier.

"Luckily, I bought a lot yesterday." She pointed to some things. "Enough for today, so we don't need to go out. Ah
... why don't you go buy some steamed buns? In case... in case I don't feel like moving tomorrow morning, I'll fry some steamed bun slices for you."

His eyes lit up; he understood her meaning. It seemed she wasn't planning to continue the ban tonight!

There was a market right outside the courtyard gate, and in less than five minutes, he brought back steaming hot steamed buns.

As he entered and exited the courtyard, he was certain that those gossipy old ladies already knew Fang Tongtong had stayed overnight at his
house. Those murky old thieves' eyes kept darting around him; he could foresee
the rumors spreading throughout the entire courtyard by this afternoon.

It didn't matter; he wasn't afraid of that anyway.

Before falling asleep last night, he had already made up his mind that when his parents came back for summer vacation, he would introduce Fang Tongtong to
them .

He wasn't afraid his parents would think they were too young; he was determined to protect this prematurely started love until it blossomed into
something . There's this guy in their neighborhood. In elementary school, a girl would
always . In middle school, she'd wait for him at the gate on her bike. Last year, he graduated from university and got married at the end of the year.

She was his idol, and she painted the most concrete picture of his dream.

He doesn't have an elementary school classmate like that, but that's okay, senior year of high school isn't too late. One year of high school, four years of university—
when he gets married, he'll definitely grab a microphone and shout, "We've been together since high school! We've been dating for five whole
years!"

Those old fogies at the gate must live to see that day, and it'll make them furious.

Once the fragrant, tender chicken leg was on the table, and the three dishes and soup were ready, Fang Tongtong placed her rice bowl in front of Zhao Tao
and whispered, "Zhao Tao, I... I have a question for you."

"Huh? What is it?"

She pursed her lips, sat down next to him, picked up her chopsticks, and said casually, "When you bought
steamed buns , I went inside to take a look, and... where did you put that dirty towel? Why won't you let me wash it?"

"No way, I'm keeping that towel." He smiled smugly and picked up a large chicken leg, placing it in Fang Tongtong's bowl.
"It's so sentimental, how can I wash it? When we're old and can't be intimate anymore, I'll take it out and we can lie in bed
and reminisce about last night."

"Ah? This... you're so annoying!" She blushed and pinched him. "When you're old and in your seventies or eighties, you'll definitely
be a shameless old man too."

Seeing that he was willing, Fang Tongtong didn't insist much. But after eating, she still took out the sheets they had rolled around in last night,
put them in the washing machine, and put on new sheets.

Looking at the brand-new sheets on the bed, Zhao Tao said with a little worry, "Don't we need to change them? What if... we have to
wash them tomorrow?"

Fang Tongtong rummaged through the closet, smiling as she said, "No need, just bear with it tonight."

"Huh?" He dragged out the sound, deliberately feigning extreme disappointment.

She pulled out a smaller, more intimate sheet from underneath, turned around, and stuffed it into his arms. "Put this on first before you sleep tonight.
Next time I make the bed, don't just lie on the whole set. I was too shy to look carefully last night, and you didn't even
remind ."

"So... it's okay tonight?" He immediately beamed, looking like
he .

"With your roguish charm, if I said no, you'd be dying of frustration." She placed the folded sheet
on the pillow and quickly looked up to remind him, "Hey, if I'm still in pain, you can't insist on doing it. There's
plenty of time later, don't keep taking advantage of me."

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, picked her up and sat her on the edge of the bed, kissed her neck, and whispered, "If you're in pain,
then we won't do it. You... can you kiss me instead?"

"Ah—?" She drawled out the sound with a bit of difficulty, but didn't refuse directly. She tilted her head and thought
for a while before asking, "Will that feel good?"

"I don't know," he said pitifully. "I've never been kissed before. Maybe...
it feels similar to when I kiss your genitals. Does it feel good?"

A little surprised by his expectant expression, she turned to look at him and asked curiously, "Why do
you seem more interested in this than in that? What's so great about eating your private parts?"

Seeing that she wasn't angry, he boldly said, "Yeah, you see, I'm
willing to kiss any part of your body because it makes you feel good, and I don't mind the dirt at all."

She frowned slightly, considered for a moment, and then said, "Never mind, let's talk about it when we go to sleep tonight."

(46)

The afternoon flew by because Fang Tongtong wanted to learn how to play computer games.

From what she said, to avoid interfering with Zhao Tao's necessary social activities—the computer arcade online gatherings—she decided
to find enjoyment in playing computers herself and accompany him when necessary.

As a result, she became completely engrossed in the Legend of Sword and Fairy. With his guidance and help in modifying her save file, she spent
money like water, easily defeated Elder Shi, and only realized
it was time for dinner after crushing the Poisonous Lady. Unfortunately, she encountered Caiyi's tear-inducing bomb and cried in his arms for several minutes.

While heating the food with red eyes, she was still muttering that if Li Xiaoyao dared to betray Lin Yueru, she would have Zhao Tao
modify the game to send Li Xiaoyao to marry the Golden Toad Demon Mother.

He didn't dare say the game couldn't be modified to that extent, nor did he dare spoil Lin Yueru's ending at the bottom of the Demon Locking Tower .
He quickly ate dinner with her and then continued playing late into the night.

Lin Yueru was crouching there trying to rescue people when the huge Bagua stone fell from the sky. Fang Tongtong's hands were on
the keyboard, and she froze, then tears streamed down her face.

She remembered someone saying that crying could detoxify; if that were true, Fang Tongtong had at least detoxified a dragon's gall bladder this time.

By the time she finished crying, turned off the computer, and went to take a shower, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

His girlfriend, too focused on the game, only gave him a kiss when Zhao Ling'er "passed away overnight." Otherwise, she
wouldn't even let him touch her or distract her. There wasn't much tenderness, but he ended up replaying the Legend of
Sword and Fairy game, which he'd already completed dozens of times, for over ten hours.

When it was his turn to shower, he suddenly remembered—damn it, he still had that big yellow disc hidden away! He figured he could
just open Red Alert or StarCraft and distract Fang Tongtong, then he'd have a chance to watch it! What was
wrong with him? Why did he suddenly decide to send his girlfriend to Immortal Spirit Island to peep at Zhao Ling'er taking a bath? Had he forgotten that thing was
one of the three magic weapons for computer arcade owners to keep newbies in the beginner's village?

After he finished bathing and went outside, he saw that it was already past eleven o'clock. He had gotten up early and hadn't taken a nap, so even he was a little sleepy now.

He could keep himself awake with his burning desire, but where was Fang Tongtong? Could she... already
be asleep?

He quickly pulled up his underwear and ran to the main room.

Fortunately, Fang Tongtong wasn't asleep yet, but she didn't look very energetic either. She was holding the magazine he had specially dug out that afternoon,
Popular Software, and reading a Xianxia novel. As soon as he entered, he saw a big yawn.

"Sleepy?" he asked cautiously, going around to the other side to get into bed.

Fang Tongtong glanced at the page number, placed the magazine on the bedside table, casually switched the lamp on,
and looked at , saying, "What, afraid I'll want to sleep and we can't do it tonight, huh?"

He nodded honestly, his eyes already uncontrollably drifting to the curves of her full breasts under her short-sleeved shirt,
but unfortunately, because of the damn creases, he couldn't see the beautiful sight of her nipples.

"By the way, Tongtong, um... you said we'd talk about it tonight, have you thought it through?" He moved closer to
his girlfriend expectantly, naturally slipping under a towel, wrapping his arms around her slender, soft waist, and inhaling
the faint scent of her after-bath fragrance with satisfaction.

She frowned slightly, shrinking back a little, and then groped her hand down,
not knowing what she was doing.

"Still not working?" He tried to suppress his disappointment and said generously, "It's okay, then forget it."

Fang Tongtong pursed her lips, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "But... I touched it, and it does
n't hurt , and it's moist, and... I kind of miss your little penis."

His crotch almost immediately became half hard. This sudden attack threw Zhao Tao off balance, but his male
instincts allowed him to quickly grasp a lethal keyword and asked indignantly, "Little?"

She chuckled, blushed and bit his shoulder, "Okay, big, really big, alright? You're
so annoying."

"Then... can we do it?" he asked, his hand already reaching under the hem of his short-sleeved shirt, crawling
along smooth, delicate skin, pinching the base of her swollen breasts.

"You've already grabbed my breasts, how dare I not do it to you? What if you can't hold back and rape me?" She bit
her lip, her eyes quickly becoming misty as he rubbed her nipples.

"You could kick me off the bed with one kick. How could I dare..." He temporarily gave up on
his plan . It wasn't right to force his beloved girl to do this. Since her little mouth had given him special permission, there was no
point in dawdling.

"Hey..." As his short-sleeved shirt was pushed up, she touched his head, which was greedily sucking on her nipple, and
said breathlessly, "You still owe me half a kiss, are you trying to renege on your promise?"

"I won't renege, I promise." He sucked on her already hard nipple, took off his
shirt from her head, and said excitedly, "The front is almost done, now it's time for the back. Come on, turn over."

She also seemed very expectant, immediately turning over and lying down, actively lifting the towel blanket to one side, her little feet
swinging up and down.

Only then did he realize that she had already taken off her underwear! When she was looking at the magazine,
she was !

Very good, this at least showed that he wasn't the only one interested in sex. The other end of the barber's pole
was getting hot.

Dissatisfied with the light from the bedside lamp, he stared at Fang Tongtong, who was lying obediently there. Her smooth, flowing
curves were fully visible, but the beautiful valley was shrouded in annoying shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

He jumped off the bed, barefoot, and turned on the main light.

"Ah! You… what are you doing?" Fang Tongtong was startled and quickly turned her head. "Turn it off, turn it off, it's
too bright…"

"No, I want to see, I want to see it properly." He jumped onto the bed, pushed her back down, and
hugged her tightly from behind. "Such a beautiful girlfriend, I must see her very carefully and thoroughly, remember every
single detail. Even if I get dementia in the future, I will never forget."

"Pah, if you really get dementia, whether you forget or not is none of your business." She laughed, her
neck wriggling under his kisses and licks. "It's too bright, turn it off quickly when you've seen enough. I… I'm not used to it."

He mumbled an "Mmm," and hurriedly kissed down the back of her neck, licking each ridge of her thin skin.
His spine, though slightly uncomfortable in such bright light, was more important to him than the discomfort; a clearer view was
paramount .

After tending to her shoulders, he lifted her arm and began licking her armpit from the side.

There were only a few sparse, fine curls there, and her skin was softer and more delicate than elsewhere. When
he brought close, the air he inhaled carried a faint, different scent of sweat—neither pleasant nor unpleasant—that only heightened
his excitement.

"Giggle...don't...don't keep staring at my armpit, it tickles." She giggled and writhed,
her naked body rubbing against him, making his desire almost burst forth.

He moved away from her armpit and kissed downwards. Fang Tongtong was very thin; his lips could easily trace each rib,
passing through tucked-in waist, finally reaching her high, rounded buttocks.

He gently bit the protrusion of her tailbone, his tongue deliberately brushing against a small red bump there.
Hearing her moan softly, he moved to the lower part of her buttocks, kissing the tense, pressed peaks, sliding down her tender bottom. He deliberately
ignored her obvious resistance, spreading her buttocks apart with his hands and kissing into the deep cleft.

"Hey! No…don't go any further!" she pushed him away. "How can you be so shameless?"

"No, I told you, Tongtong, I won't mind any part of you being dirty," he replied
breathlessly , spreading her buttocks even wider.

The cleft smoothed out, and her small anus was pulled open, sparsely surrounded by fine downy hairs. The edges were
dark, but as the wrinkles opened, it revealed the delicate color inside, like a flower bud blooming. The small opening
was tightly closed, contracting tensely with her soft panting. Of course, he didn't dare actually stick his tongue inside her anus. He simply circled

the area around the pubic hair with the tip of his tongue , then slid it in a spiral until he gently touched the very center, before sliding down to her perineum. 　　These few circles were surprisingly effective; she had been trembling slightly, and after the center of her anus was gently kissed, the tension in her lower body melted away as if her bones had been removed. 　　When his tongue slipped into the center of her labia majora below her perineum, it felt like he was exploring a warm, slippery pool. 　　His promise to turn off the lights was instantly forgotten. He gripped his hard penis, his so-called self-control shattering completely. 　　He leaned down and squeezed between her legs, the little hole he'd entered twice before now enticing him at a perfect angle. He immediately pressed his hips against her, pressing down on the tip of his penis. 　　"Is it okay to just lie like this? Are you finding the right spot?" She turned to look at him, her hair falling loosely on one side, creating a very alluring image. 　　She had barely finished asking when he gave her the most direct answer with his actions. 　　His penis, which was of a decent length, successfully passed through the obstruction of her round buttocks and pierced into her plump, juicy vagina through the gap between her slightly parted thighs.

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