The boy was ignorant.

I love spring and autumn. Spring brings plum blossoms everywhere, autumn brings a bountiful harvest, the weather is neither too hot nor too cold. I have a most
secret story hidden deep within my heart. It was a night, a lonely night.

That night was like a dream, in the repetitive intimacy, I didn't want to reveal the true purpose, because it was an
obvious hint that neither of us wanted to separate. My mind was blank, I held her, our embrace
growing tighter and tighter in our kisses. I could hardly breathe, I just wanted to completely merge her into my body, to become one and never be apart.

I could no longer feel her waist, only the swelling of her breasts, their white flesh swaying in my mind. I only wanted to
tear off all our clothes and let those full breasts bloom like lotus flowers on a rippling green lake. Those round, smooth little
grapes danced freely on my chest like dewdrops on lotus leaves. I picked her up, with the passion of lovers meeting again,
burning like fire between us. I wanted to hold her, my face pressed between her legs, deeply inhaling her scent, then
gently biting , my tongue touching the valley between her legs. Only when her face burned red, accompanied by a nervous yet alluring
cry, would I look up at her and smile foolishly.

Whenever I leaped between valleys and peaks, her fading cries were as enchanting as a nightingale's, and I couldn't help but
take her nipples into my mouth, completely engulfing them. The woman trembled between my legs, and in that moment, I felt
an unparalleled sense of satisfaction and melancholy. I was like a skilled pianist, striking the trembling keys of my piano, making
her produce beautiful music. Perhaps, in that moment, I knew I was destined to play a final, poignant piece?!

I pulled her onto the bed, pressing down on her, my eyes filled with conquest and desire, searching
for the answer in her eyes. I awaited her permission. There was no resistance. With a charming smile, she was like the bride of my dreams, her waterfall
of black hair cascading freely and happily across the bed like a net…

After we undressed, we gazed at each other like Adam and Eve. I was captivated by her beautiful body; nothing
in the world is more beautiful than nature. I saw her full breasts heaving and swaying on her white chest, so
firm, so full. I worried that I might accidentally break those beautiful, swollen treasures. I caressed them,
kissed them, and played with them. She moved her body comfortably, responding to my movements, like a silkworm molting,
struggling take flight.

I thought of butterflies; the beauty of butterflies comes from the pain of metamorphosis. I knelt on the bed and touched her
genitals . Because of the sparse pubic hair, her entire vulva was completely exposed, truly flawless like white jade. I
lifted that small tuft of pubic hair and gently parted her labia with my fingers, revealing her peach-like opening. Her vaginal fluids
were already present and moistening her. The sensation on my fingers was sticky and slippery. I slowly and gently massaged around her opening
. At this point, her vaginal fluids increased even more, and much of it on my fingers began to turn into milky white mucus. Her
lower body trembled slightly with my touch, and she began to make soft breathing sounds. Her beautiful eyes
closed, and I became even more aroused.

Using my other hand, I parted her two skirts, and with my thumb, I found her
clitoris hidden beneath. Her clitoris was large and long, plump and pink. As I slid
my fingers
so it was fully exposed. I
gently massaged the clitoris, which was bulging from her clitoris, with my index finger. Her body trembled even more violently, and her breathing became heavier. I continued to massage
her, and she made soft "mmm" sounds from her nostrils. I knew she was about to climax. I
loved seeing the satisfied look on a woman's face during orgasm. I increased the frequency of my massage. The vaginal fluid on her clitoris was
drawn into a stream by my fingers, and the rice-grain-like clitoris changed from pink to bright red. Her vulva moved rhythmically in sync with
my fingers, and she made "ah, ah, ah" sounds, which grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, she lifted herself up and embraced me tightly, kissing my lips passionately. Her nimble
tongue danced in my mouth, and I had to use one hand to hold her back, pressing her breasts
firmly against my chest. We kissed like that, immersed in boundless pleasure. My
other hand never stopped moving; I felt that the faster I massaged, the stronger her kisses became, as if she wanted
to swallow my entire tongue. We kissed like that for a while. The warm, chrysanthemum-colored little house was filled with
the sounds and the taste of sex. My lower body, no matter how her long, delicate hands caressed it, still playfully pressed
against her body from time to time.

I looked at her slightly closed almond eyes, feeling our mutual ecstasy, a strong hunger surging within me as if
I wanted to devour each other. Seeing that we were both sexually aroused, I slowly slid down, using my tongue
instead of my hands to tease her nipples, which were already as red as dates. I sucked on her clitoris while
rubbing her vagina with my fingers. Her reaction was like a butterfly fluttering. I had reason to believe that she would experience an even more satisfying
and intense orgasm. At the moment of her orgasm, her penis was stiff. My mouth never left her clitoris.
As she gradually calmed down from the first wave of orgasm, I gently licked downwards with my tongue, my lips pressed against
the top of her clitoris. My tongue began to move in and out of her vagina, my fingers still there, all moving gently. Her
organs became extremely sensitive.

Under my teasing, she reached multiple orgasms, slowly becoming dizzy and dazed. I knew that after
this caress, she would be by my side anytime I wanted. Because this woman
had laid down all her defenses in front of me; perhaps only I could give her repeated orgasms. The thought of her leaving filled us with a little
sadness. As I thought about it, my hand moved down, touching her lower abdomen. When she lay down, her abdomen was very flat,
and it felt very soft to the touch. As she slowly recovered from the peak of her orgasm, my hand slowly
moved down again, searching for her peach-shaped honey hole. First, I carefully stroked that tuft of pubic hair, then moved
down further. Her vulva was glistening with moisture, her thick labia covered in love juice. I parted her labia again and touched
her vaginal opening. It was incredibly hot there, and I could feel the trickle of vaginal fluid secreting out. I stroked her vulva with my index finger
.

From the very bottom of her vaginal opening, I stroked upwards to her clitoris and clitoral hood, continuing to stroke up and
down . My index finger was covered in the love juice secreted
from her vaginal opening, allowing it to easily caress and twist her vulva, sometimes pressing the vaginal opening, sometimes squeezing the clitoris, sometimes touching the clitoral hood.
I felt her entire vulva was wet, a warm, moist steam rising from it. With my
caresses , her vulva moved in sync with my fingers, her waist twisting and turning,
unconsciously emitting soft moans, her nostrils flaring with rapid breaths. She pulled one hand from beneath me, tightly gripping
my penis, hard as an iron rod, and began to stroke it up and down, making my glans slide in and out of the foreskin. Then ,
my tongue, like swimming water, washed over her entire body once more. Each gentle lick brought a soft tremor to her.

I kissed from the mountains to the plains, from the hills to the valleys, licking and biting the sparse, dark grass with my mouth, gently caressing the peaks and the pearls at their summits
with my hands . I knelt between her legs, sucking on her pink bud. Her abdomen
heaved rapidly, her legs struggling weakly, as if I were a snake, and she wanted to break free but couldn't let go. The scent emanating from her private parts
was so alluring and captivating, and the babbling brook flowing from her opening was so beautiful and sacred. I was completely mesmerized by the scenery of her
private parts , and I couldn't help but stick my tongue inside. Accompanied by her moans and writhing, I
couldn't resist touching her clitoris with my hand. I couldn't help but lick and suck it in large gulps. The woman's unique fragrance and bodily fluids
made any man stiffen at that moment. My mouth was left with traces of her fragrant pubic hair and spring water.

My erect penis, unable to be controlled any longer, plunged into her body, spitting fire. After placing it inside her vagina
, I pressed my upper body against hers, letting my chest press against her breasts. I wrapped my hands behind her
back , pressing her upper body tightly against me. Our mouths kissed again. I used my knees to
push my body forward against the mattress, not too intensely, but my tongue danced in her mouth. Her breasts felt like they were on brocade as my
chest pressed against them. My penis moved in and out of her honey hole. We
did this slowly for about ten minutes. Her vaginal fluid suddenly increased. I felt like my penis was in a mud pit
, as if my entire pubic hair was covered in vaginal fluid. Her vagina expanded greatly, and her legs
involuntarily turned towards her upper body, making moaning sounds from her nostrils.

I released her mouth, supported my upper body with my hands, and then grabbed her full waist at the right moment.
I knelt forward, pressing my legs against hers, opening them as wide as possible and relaxing her vagina to its fullest extent.
I used my knees and waist to support my hips as I thrust forward, while pulling her waist down with both hands so that her vulva pressed
tightly against the thrusting of my penis. I thrust in and out, her juices covering the area where we were joined. I
looked down and saw her labia turning with my intense thrusting, making her pink clitoris and vagina appear and disappear.
The outer wall of my penis, which I had withdrawn, was covered with her milky white secretions, which gathered at
the base of my penis with each thrust. She kept twisting her waist beneath me, pushing her vulva upward to meet my thrusts.

The rosy hue on her breasts was clearly visible in patches, her head swaying from side to side, her vulva rising and falling against my
penis , the point where we were joined making a slapping sound. She unconsciously let out moans, then
murmured indistinct words of love. I quickened my thrusting, pulling my penis to the entrance of her vagina before plunging it all the way in.
I pulled out until only the head of my penis was enveloped by her labia majora, then thrust in to the very bottom of her vagina,
feeling the location of her uterus. Her moans grew louder; my mind was a complete blank. A blank space,
no thoughts lingering. Every now and then, a tremor runs through my body, probably from the spasms of her tender flesh. I can feel
the relentless, tongue-like sucking force emanating from her skin. I watch her flushed face, her hair flying wildly, her body trembling and moaning
in shock. Her plump buttocks begin to thrust and twist desperately, welcoming this final sprint. With each suck
and release, each thrust and withdrawal, time seems to freeze. Suddenly, my blood feels like it's
boiling , a warm current surging from my feet to my brain, sending a tingling sensation throughout my body.

We writhe and intertwine on the bed like two snakes. She breathes softly, her breath coming in soft gasps, and my tongue slips into
her lips, teasing her like a snake. My tongue still can't silence her cries and moans.
My penis thrusts powerfully and rapidly, my hands gripping her peach tightly. A spring of fluid gushes forth, carrying the seed of life, spreading across the bed.
Soon, a large wet patch appears on the bed. My genitals and hers are mercilessly soaked.
She had lost her initial
flesh with her hands, her nails almost piercing my skin, but I forgot the pain.

She whispered in my ear, "I love it when you fuck me." Her words rekindled my masculine allure,
and I felt proud of myself. She gave me the confidence to do anything. Although I knew the sorrow of parting,
I still joked, "Was it comfortable in paradise? Today you became a real woman." She smiled contentedly, and my
movements became even more vigorous and powerful. I reached the depths of her petals, each deep thrust causing
her whole body to tremble. She tried to push me away, seemingly wanting to push me off, yet reluctant to let go. I knew she was close to
climax.

I don't know how much time passed, but she cried out, "I can't take it anymore!" Then her whole body trembled violently.
Her face burned. In her trembling, I was like a water-filled bag suddenly pierced by a bullet, the water gushing out.

I collapsed onto her like a dung doll, every pore of my body opening freely, radiating pure comfort. We
smiled contentedly at each other amidst the drenched sweat, as if we were lovers of many years, so deeply in love that there
was no longer any awkwardness. There was no distance, only satisfied smiles and joy. I withdrew, my hands
gently caressing her full, sensual body, kissing her tenderly, embracing her with a satisfied yet weary air. She nestled into
my arms, as adorable and obedient as a child. I saw her playful yet content face, so primal and
natural , like a cat fast asleep after a good meal.

That night was quiet with a moon, and I began to appreciate the moon's static beauty.

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