[Modern Emotions] Xiang'er's Sexual Fantasies on a Summer Night

A summer night in a seaside cottage. A gentle breeze rustled the curtains, carrying the faint scent of the sea.

The bedside lamp was turned off, and a red candle was lit. The dim light outlined the angles of his face and made his teeth gleam.

He leaned down, his nose almost touching mine. He looked at me without any hesitation, and I lowered my head shyly. Just then, he suddenly kissed my cheek.

Then he gently removed my clothes. When my bra was off, I saw undisguised surprise in his eyes.

He buried his head in my chest, kissing me passionately yet tenderly. His mouth sucked, licked, teased, and swirled around my sensitive nipples.

I instinctively writhed in response, accompanied by soft, short moans and alluring glances.

He caressed my full breasts with both hands, showing immense tenderness, as if holding a treasure. He kept praising the beauty of my breasts, making me both shy and proud.

He kissed my lips, and I didn't resist, letting him caress my rosy, glossy lips, his tongue invading me, numbing me with its swirling movements.

I closed my eyes, my brows furrowed slightly, my breathing becoming irregular, my body so tense and sensitive.

He sucked on my earlobe, gently blowing behind my ear, causing me to tremble. I was so excited, unable to resist the slightest teasing.

He softly called my name in my ear, promising to protect me forever, his hands still roaming restlessly over my upper body.

People say underwear is a woman's second skin, and he was peeling away mine.

The almost transparent panties were tossed into the air, tracing a beautiful curve before landing on the floor.

In an instant, my fully exposed figure was revealed before him, my fair skin illuminating the room, my delicate, budding breasts adding a touch of mysterious blush.

He was as delighted as if he had discovered a new continent, tenderly stroking my slender legs with his thick palms, very gently.

Then, he moved his hand up my thigh, and I bent my legs and clasped them together, preventing him from further intrusion.

He wisely shifted his attack, his hands moving upwards, gently caressing my waist while kissing my delicate hands.

Then he kissed my arms earnestly, his hands holding my shoulders, and began kissing my neck.

I raised my chin high, pointing to the sky, and he stroked my flowing hair, seemingly deliberately messing it up.

His lips played with my neck and chest, and I couldn't control the heat rising within me. When his tongue teased my nipples, hardened by engorgement, my body trembled violently; I had succumbed.

My legs had been opened without my noticing, and the nectar had soaked the sheets.

He greedily sucked the nectar from around my buds, then carefully savored the remaining nectar on my pubic hair, praising its deliciousness.

I cursed him, calling him a glutton.

As if inspired, he suddenly got up and fetched a lot of food, fruit, and wine.

He stuffed my toes with bright red crabapples, sliced watermelon and placed on my calves, then smeared cream on my thighs. My

pubic area was covered in dark chocolate, my navel was dotted with coffee, my breasts were covered in ice cream, and my shoulders and collarbone were adorned with delicious pineapple slices. He even had a cherry in his mouth.

He admired his masterpiece with satisfaction, his alluring body laden with delicious treats, mingled with my virgin scent.

"Believe it or not, I'll eat you?" he asked.

I teased him with seductive eyes and flirted with him through wiggles.

He knelt before the bed, eating the crabapples from between my toes, then frantically sucking on them as if they were the most delicious thing in the world.

Then the watermelon on my calves and the skin covered by it became his second course, his lips lingering on my skin. My

cream-covered thighs clearly lured him into a vortex of lust; he greedily sucked on them without restraint, praising the smoothness of my skin.

I, too, felt a blissful ecstasy as he suckled me, almost as if I were the food itself.

He traced circles around my navel with his tongue, then began to savor the coffee-like aroma emanating from it.

My body felt like it was on fire from his touch, yearning only to be penetrated by his male form.

After finishing the pineapple on my shoulders, he began to pay special attention to my breasts.

He licked the ice cream-like texture on them repeatedly, his nipples being his primary target, teasing me until I gasped and moaned softly.

He then sucked the cherry from my mouth, savoring it, while also tasting my tongue.

When he finished tasting the melted chocolate from my pubic area, he was delighted to find even more nectar flowing from my flower bud.

He devoured the delicious nectar, but it still wasn't enough. He used his tongue to part my delicate petals, gently licking the dew from them.

His nimble tongue licked my vulva deeply from bottom to top, and at the very top, the tip of his tongue would intentionally or unintentionally tease my sensitive clitoris, causing my whole body to tremble and a stream of nectar to flow out.

He began to penetrate my flower with his tongue. Wow, how could his tongue be so long and so flexible?

His tongue moved up and down, left and right, thrusting in and out of me, making me feel incredibly comfortable. My whole body was covered with a thin layer of fragrant sweat, until he penetrated so deeply that I felt a slight pain.

No, I didn't want his tongue to take my virginity; I wanted his manhood.

He seemed to understand what I meant and began to take off his pants. I knelt in front of him and used my mouth to unbutton his shirt one button at a time, then helped him take it off as well. This seemed to excite him greatly.

He took off his underwear, and I blushed instantly. His penis was thick, straight, and firm, seemingly capable of piercing everything, full of aggression. I had to accept and defend myself with the tender flesh of my flower core.

He pressed against the crevice of my bud, lubricated by nectar, and pushed in, then stopped.

He was now on my precious hymen.

I closed my eyes, gripped the sheets tightly, and frowned as I said to him, "Come on."

He kissed my slightly sweaty forehead and told me not to be nervous, that he would be gentle.

He held my waist, controlling me, and then slowly thrust upwards. I nervously pressed my hands against his firm abdomen, offering a feeble resistance. He soothed my tense hands and then pushed his hips inward.

A sharp pain shot through me, and I knew that from that moment on, my flower had bloomed.

He considerately asked for my consent, and only after I agreed did he begin to move, very slowly and very gently, as if any harder and I would be shattered.

I held him tightly, enjoying the soft mattress beneath me and the hard male body above me; I was enveloped in happiness.

As his thrusts quickened, my hair became disheveled, and sweat flew everywhere.

My dark forest intertwined with his, glued together by my nectar. He pulled out heavily, leaving me tingling and numb, then thrust in again fiercely.

The bed initially rocked back and forth with his storm-like assault, then began to rock from side to side as I swayed my round buttocks to meet his thrusts.

I expressed my feelings without restraint, shouting and moaning with unrestrained satisfaction.

He was so strong, his powerful thrusts carrying me to the crest of a wave. My voice became frantic, a series of loud screams before turning into weak moans. A flood of nectar gushed out, and I felt like I was flying.

Almost simultaneously, he roared and began to thrust rapidly, his penis swelling inside me, finally erupting.

Wave after wave of ejaculation, the scalding stimulation, tossed me from the crest of a wave, plunging me into an incomparably deep ocean of satisfaction, where I drowned.

Upon waking, he poured the entire bottle of red wine over me, letting the slightly viscous liquid flow over my curvaceous body. The wine traced different paths along my full breasts, alluring waist, rounded hips, and long, shapely legs, following the contours of my skin.

He greedily sucked on it, taking the opportunity to kiss every inch of my skin before continuing his debauchery.

On one spot on the sheets, there was still my fresh virgin blood.

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