The girls I attended college in those years

Name: Yang, Height: 168cm, Weight: 62kg, from Qinhuangdao, Hebei Province, Virgin.

I am filled with gratitude towards Yang. Without her help, I would never have been able to so easily win over Nan. Yang also gave herself to me. I feel incredibly honored to have met this alluring girl. Yang's figure is slightly plump. Although she doesn't have Nan's model-like S-curve, Yang has large breasts and hips, and almost no excess fat on her stomach. Her breasts, which are difficult to grasp with one hand, are very full, soft, and elastic. Especially when aroused, her engorged breasts are like coconuts, and the sight of them during my thrusts makes me want to ejaculate.

After getting Nan, winter vacation began. This winter vacation was filled with longing for Nan. Although I could meet up with my high school ex-girlfriend or ex-ex-girlfriend when I was sexually frustrated, after experiencing Nan, I lost interest in most girls.

When you encounter a gem, you realize what a difference there is. This winter break was pleasant but not very happy; my heart was filled with longing for Nan. I went to Hong Kong in the middle of the break and bought Nan a limited edition Louis Vuitton bag. To express my gratitude to Yang, I also bought her a Gucci bag. Of course, the price difference between Nan's bag and my own was quite large, but it should be a pleasant surprise for Yang. I'm not very interested in these kinds of things, so I bought two Arc'teryx backpacks for myself.

The break ended quickly, and Nan and I returned to school early. To my surprise, Nan found out during the break that I had chosen a limited edition backpack for her, and she was very happy, especially since it was her favorite brand. She even gave me a gift, more expensive than what I gave her—a Glashütte Original watch.

She knows exactly what I like and dislike. I was very touched when I received this generous gift from her. Knowing that my watches are all sporty, she specially chose this formal style for me. Ah! What a wonderful girl! After that, we had many days of passionate lovemaking, which made me feel like I was in heaven again.

Yang returned to school the day before the semester started. I didn't dare tell Nan about buying her the bag; women are all jealous, and I didn't want to cause myself trouble. Actually, I knew deep down that I had strong feelings for Yang. It wasn't love at first sight, but rather a feeling that had slowly developed over the past six months. Yang was incredibly loyal to me as a friend, but she never showed any particular affection for me. I cherished my friendship with Yang, so I had to control myself in many ways, especially since Yang and Nan were roommates. If something happened, Nan might easily retaliate. At that time, Nan was absolutely my number one priority, and no other girl could challenge her.

On the phone, I told Yang I would pick her up at the station, and she naturally thanked me profusely. I arrived at the station early, and when the train carrying Yang arrived, my longing for her intensified. In the vast crowd of people exiting the station, the moment I saw Yang in her white, tight-fitting down jacket, my heart skipped a beat. Yang was still so alluring; her large, watery eyes were incredibly seductive. If Yang were to stare at a man with such passion, I think any man would be aroused. I've seen that kind of look in Fan Bingbing's eyes before, because Yang looks very similar to Fan Bingbing, except for her face and figure. Of course, Fan's figure isn't that great, but if Yang had Nan's figure, I think I would completely lose my ability to resist. Yang was overjoyed to see me, and I reached out to take her suitcase. Yang didn't stand on ceremony, handing me the handle and saying, "Nan and you were back a while ago, right?" "Yeah, you really knew right away. Did you miss me?" I said to Yang, half-jokingly and half-seriously. "You're so vain! I would have come back long ago if I missed you!" Yang winked her captivating eyes at me. Hearing Yang say that, I couldn't help but feel a little empty inside. "Is it because you couldn't bear to leave your boyfriend that you came back so late?" I teased Yang. Yang paused for a moment, then said to me, "We've been arguing all winter break, and we haven't spoken for days." I quickly asked, "Why? What happened?" Yang sighed and glared at me, saying,

"You're always asking so many questions! Let's go!" Seeing Yang's reaction, I didn't press further, but hearing that she hadn't contacted her boyfriend for days made me happy. After Yang got in the car, I took out the Gucci bag I'd given her from the trunk, complete with all the accessories. Yang never expected me to give her a bag that was her dream at the time. It seems women can't resist the allure of a bag; without even a polite greeting, she immediately opened it and inspected it.

I couldn't help but look at her busy work and said, "Sigh! You didn't even say thank you. I was thinking of you, and I dragged this back from Hong Kong. I'm exhausted, just to buy you a new style that's not available in mainland China."

Yang was beaming from ear to ear, thanking me repeatedly. Looking at Yang's eyes, which were like a clear, bottomless pool, even the hardest work didn't feel tiring. Then I told Yang not to tell Nan that the bag was a gift from me. Yang naturally understood the reasoning; they were indeed very close friends. However, women are all incredibly jealous, and after promising me, he still asked what nice gift I had given Nan. Sigh, at that moment, I couldn't help but think that women can be really difficult sometimes.

Time flew by, and more than three months passed. Nan and I were practically inseparable. To be honest, I neglected Yang. You could say I had some reservations, but more importantly, I was busy "training" Nan, and I rarely had contact or communication with Yang during that period. Then, one weekend, Nan told me that a senior classmate was pursuing Yang very aggressively, and Yang seemed to be somewhat interested. That evening, the senior classmate was going to invite Yang to dinner, and Yang agreed, but wanted Nan to come along and also ask for her advice. Since I was Nan's boyfriend, I was also among those invited. Hearing this, a thunderbolt struck me. I hurriedly asked Nan, "Doesn't Yang have a boyfriend? Why did she agree to go out to dinner with him?!" Nan calmly replied, "What's the rush?! Her relationship with her boyfriend is very strained lately, they're about to break up. You're just worrying unnecessarily." Realizing my lapse in composure, I immediately shut up, but I was determined to see just who this senior who could make Yang so interested was.

For dinner, my senior chose Jin Hans, a chain Brazilian-style barbecue restaurant run by people from Northeast China. I had eaten there before in my hometown; they had a wide variety of grilled items, and while the taste wasn't authentic, it was acceptable, and most importantly, the prices were very reasonable. Considering we might drink, I didn't drive and took a taxi with Nan to the restaurant. Yang and my senior had already arrived a while ago. When I saw Yang sitting side-by-side with that man, my heart ached! However, no one noticed that I was sizing up the senior in front of me. He was about 1.82 meters tall, a little shorter than me, and rather thin, but quite handsome, with a refined appearance and wearing Nikon glasses. He wore a pink crocodile shirt, jeans that looked like they were size 501, and Adidas sneakers. There was a black Prada bag on the table. It was clear that his appearance was outstanding among the average student, and he had a certain economic foundation. "Hello!" he greeted me and Nan, extending his hand to me, which I politely returned. However, I noticed his eyes then lingering on Nan's black clothes, a gesture that made me uncomfortable. I coughed and sat down. The four of us started chatting casually, the topics ranging from all over the world. However, I could sense a lot of him showing off. Indeed, his knowledge and experience were beyond the reach of the average student. However, for someone like me who was willing to learn, had the ability to learn, and possessed such knowledge, everything seemed so insignificant. He hadn't even reached my level of life. I, on the other hand, am a low-key person and don't like people who like to show off. When the barbecue arrived, he actually said that the restaurant's knives were not sharp and that it was difficult to cut the beef, so he casually took out a Buck 110 folding knife from his bag and started cutting the beef.

Knowing that this kind of knife has serrations is undoubtedly a pretentious act. Nan had been listening to his boasting for a long time and was already disdainful. Nan was not comparable to Yang; everyone she had encountered since childhood had treated her with utmost respect, and she had long been resentful. She said, "To be honest, it's not that sharp." Knowing my low-key personality, she took out the Chris Reeve Little Shaknife that I had given her from her bag. She had become interested in this knife after I used the standard Shaknife to cut her stockings and insisted that I give her one. Considering her small hands, I gave her a Little Shaknife. Although the Shaknife wasn't expensive, costing only as much as an iPhone, it was the most popular folding knife in the world. His Buck 110, while classic, was like comparing a Pentium to a Mercedes compared to the Shaknife.

I could tell from his eyes that he knew knives, and since Nan showed off the knife, he had been glancing at her repeatedly. Seeing that I didn't say anything or show any restraint, he assumed that I had gotten Nan by my looks and was a complete gigolo. My clothes were very ordinary; I'm not one to care much about fashion, and I never wear a watch at school. He'd probably been a bit hot-blooded after drinking some dark beer. To regain his composure after his earlier failed attempt to impress the pretty girl, he said to me, "Handsome, I think you'd look good in a crocodile shirt. You'd definitely look great in one." I couldn't help but chuckle at his comment, thinking to myself, "Even though he's a senior, he's still pretty naive." I slowly replied, "I only like Ralph Lauren in polo shirts! Because he created polo! I don't really like the others." My retort was a perfect victory. He hadn't even heard of the brand; back then, very few people wore it, and it probably wasn't available in Chinese department stores. After his complete defeat, he finally fell silent for a while. I ate this meal with mixed feelings, only one belief in my mind: Yang absolutely cannot be with the man in front of me! I absolutely refuse!!

After lunch, we took a taxi back to school. Nan didn't like this senior at all, and even disliked him a bit. Because the senior asked Yang to take a walk on campus after lunch, Nan went back to her dormitory alone. I was worried, so I also took a walk on campus alone. Actually, I wanted to keep an eye on them, afraid that the senior would do something inappropriate.

The next day, I secretly sent Yang a text message, asking her to wait for me behind the teaching building at noon. Yang rushed over. "Yang, did you break up with your boyfriend?" I asked bluntly. Yang didn't answer directly, and seemed a little angry, saying, "I thought it was something serious!" Seeing that she seemed unhappy, I couldn't press her further and could only say, "I feel that this senior isn't very reliable. You'd better think it over carefully." When Yang heard me say this, her face showed anger, and her watery eyes stared at me intently.

She said, "That's my business! It's none of your concern." She turned and walked away without looking back. In the instant she turned away, I thought I saw a tear in the corner of her eye, or perhaps it was just my imagination. Indeed, I had no right to interfere in Yang's life. We were just good friends. However, I truly experienced Yang's stubborn personality at that moment, and it was the first time she had ever gotten angry at me, the only time I had ever seen her angry with anyone at school. This matter gave me a headache. I realized that I liked Yang, otherwise I wouldn't have reacted so strongly. However, I didn't understand Yang's feelings and thoughts at that time.

Half a month later, I discovered that Yang had gone to the cafeteria with this senior for two consecutive days. Fortunately, the two were still quite polite, so they probably weren't very close. I asked Nan, who was sitting across from me, "Nan, has Yang started dating that senior?" "Yeah, for several days now," Nan said casually. I suddenly felt a pain in my chest, a feeling I rarely experienced. I knew very well that Yang was probably just as important to me as Nan was, but I seemed to have no right to demand anything from Yang. I ate that meal with great relish, as if chewing wax. I thought to myself, Yang should be more selective when choosing a boyfriend. That senior is definitely not good enough for her. Yang is a well-known beauty in our year, just like Nan. Although she's not as irresistible as Nan, she's still outstanding. I was very unwilling to accept this. After evening self-study, I secretly sent Yang a text message. I asked her to come to the woods behind the school secretly, without telling Nan, because I had something important to tell her. I thought about those few words for an entire afternoon, and finally decided to ask Yang to come to me. I was sure she would come; given how close we are as friends, she would definitely come. Indeed, Yang came alone soon after. However, I noticed that in the past two weeks, Yang seemed to have lost her former radiant beauty, and she had become thinner. "Yang, you can't be with that senior!" I said to Yang. When Yang saw me say the same thing again, her eyes seemed to glisten with tears. I saw a few crystals, and she said to me, "Give me a reason!" "I like you!!" I didn't even realize that I had said such a thing. It was absolutely from the bottom of my heart! Two tears streamed down Yang's face. She raised her hand and slapped me, then took a small step towards me and leaned against me. I hadn't expected things to turn out this way. How was I going to handle this? I kept asking myself. Now Yang was leaning against my chest, and I could only slowly hold her, letting her tears soak my shirt. "I actually liked you a long time ago, but you liked Nan. It hurt me so much, but because I liked you so much, I could only love you silently. Later, I realized that I couldn't like anyone else but you. Because I loved you, I started to hate my ex-boyfriend, and you were so far away from me. I desperately wanted to find someone to replace you, but I really couldn't, I couldn't!" Yang cried as she spoke these words in a short, fragmented voice. At that moment, I wanted to curse, I wanted to go back to the feudal society of the past! Why couldn't there be polygamy! I never imagined Yang would treat me like this. The love I showed Nan in front of her must have deeply hurt Yang, who loved me so much. And Yang, because she loved me, actually helped me win Nan's love! What a great lover she is! I found myself unexpectedly moved to tears. I gently stroked Yang, who was leaning against me, tears of apology streaming down my face as I looked at her fair forehead, then hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry, I love you. I'm sorry!" I said to Yang.

Yang is a woman who is willing to give everything for me, always silently, asking for nothing in return.

If Yang hadn't gone abroad, and if Nan hadn't left me because of family and work arrangements, I would definitely have married Yang. Perhaps I would never have met such a beautiful woman who loves me so much again in this life! Yang is returning to China this year. She was single during her years studying abroad, and we video chatted frequently. Every time she returned to China, we would meet, and of course, make love. I will propose to her when she returns, and I think she will agree. She will come to the city where I work and live and start a family with me, making up for the hurt I have caused her over the years. I absolutely believe that Yang would never lie to me because she understands my lifestyle and knows I have a lover. However, she loves me so much that she is willing to follow me in everything. When I was with Nan, she never asked anything of me, and she never interfered with my philandering; she just silently gave to me. The thought of making Yang my wife has often crossed my mind in the past year. I will never meet a woman as good to me as Yang in this life. Although Yang had some affairs with her boyfriend before me, she is absolutely innocent after me. She is not a promiscuous woman. This senior brother

worked hard for several months, but in the end, he didn't even get to hold Yang's hand before I stole her away. However, he would never have guessed the reason. He couldn't understand why Yang suddenly became so cold to him. From that day on, Yang stopped talking to him. Because of this, the senior brother waited outside Yang's dormitory for two days and two nights, but in the end, he had to give up.

Yang started dating her boyfriend when she was in her second year of high school. I saw his photos on social media and he seemed like a pretty good guy. Before I got together with Yang, I never imagined that she would still be a virgin. I was stunned. I felt even more guilty towards Yang. I couldn't even give Yang, who loved me deeply, a proper title, while she had sacrificed so much for me. The only reason for this was that she loved me.

My relationship with Yang was both painful and thrilling. We missed each other terribly, yet I also deeply loved Nan. Nan and Yang were roommates and the closest in the dorm, which was exhausting for me, especially since Nan and Yang were the focus of attention for many boys. I felt constantly watched and had to be extremely careful in everything I did—it was both tiring and thrilling. Of course, this kind of thrill is something only those who have experienced it can understand. However, Nan trusted me. She wasn't the kind of woman who was very observant, while Yang was the complete opposite—very observant and absolutely devoted to me, willing to make sacrifices. This led to Yang being my secret lover for so many years, and Nan, who slept in the same room with her every day, never noticed a thing.

"Before I met you, I never thought about what it would feel like to love someone. Now I understand that truly loving someone makes me do anything, even die for you!" Yang told me after we got together.

"But what you said is really scary. I know I've wronged you!" I said guiltily to Yang. "At least you have a conscience. But please don't hurt me. I've found that I've become very vulnerable since I met you. If you dare to leave me, I'll die with you!" Yang said, pretending to be fierce, while stuffing a peeled apple into my mouth. I took a big bite and said to Yang, "We haven't even done anything yet, and you're already saying such harsh things?" Yang stared at me with those captivating eyes that were as alluring as Fan Bingbing's and said, "You can take whatever you want anytime!" I grabbed Yang's full, coconut-like breasts hard, thinking to myself that they felt really good. Being full-figured is quite nice. "Then I want you now!" After saying that, I stepped on the gas and drove straight to the hotel. It was the same hotel where I deflowered Nan last time. I pulled the shy, head-down Yang into the room. As soon as I closed the door, Yang knelt on the floor, unbuckled my belt, and took out my large penis, starting to suck it vigorously. Yang had already given me oral sex several times in my car, but this was the first time we were doing this in a room together. Her oral skills had improved significantly since the beginning; she knew how to use her tongue to circle around, unlike at the beginning when she just knew how to suck hard. I found it hard to have sadistic thoughts about Yang because she had done so much for me, and I truly cherished her. I gently placed my penis into Yang's mouth. Yang's lips were full; as I mentioned before, she looked a lot like Fan Bingbing, but she was more alluring than Fan Bingbing, like a white fox with big eyes. Her skin was as white as milk, quite different from Nan's rosy white skin. I pulled Yang up and unbuttoned her plaid shirt, revealing a pair of large, coconut-shaped breasts. I slowly pulled down her purple bra, and her breasts bounced twice in front of me, incredibly firm and bouncy; it would be difficult to hold one in one hand. I kneaded Yang's breasts with both hands, and her full, red lips came closer, kissing mine. We kissed passionately. Yang's breath had a natural orchid scent, very refreshing, which I loved. Her full lips felt wonderful to kiss, soft and warm. I gently bit Yang's lips, then pulled down her jeans. Now Yang was only wearing white cotton underwear. I began to admire the beautiful young woman's body. Her snow-white skin was exceptionally alluring under the sunlight. Since it was a high-rise five-star hotel, I hadn't drawn the curtains. There were no taller buildings around, so the room was very well lit. I led Yang to the bed, making her kneel with her buttocks raised high towards me. I slowly pulled down Yang's panties, completely exposing her private parts. It was the first time I had ever seen Yang's private parts. Because Yang's buttocks were very full, large and plump, they completely covered her anus. I parted those plump buttocks, and Yang's anus was revealed. I leaned over to smell it; it smelled of fragrant shower gel. The pink anus was small, and the folds on it were also pink. The color was even, and the folds were very even. I really liked Yang's anus. I gently touched it with my tongue, and Yang leaned forward, saying, "Don't get it dirty!" I said, "It's okay, I like it. I don't care if you've had boyfriends before." Yang suddenly turned around and said to me righteously, "What do you mean? I've never done 'that' before. Didn't you realize it was my first time doing 'that' with someone else when I gave you oral sex?!" I was stunned. Indeed, I had never asked Yang about her past life because I had preconceived notions, thinking that after dating for so long, how could they not have done 'that'? Now Yang's words completely shattered my thoughts. Was Yang still a virgin? Yang, seeing my puzzled expression, turned around and said, "Don't underestimate me! Let me tell you, the reason I left my high school boyfriend so easily was because we never did 'that.' I've decided to give you my first time now. You should know that you're the person I love most! The man I love most in this life. You don't have to cherish it, and I won't regret it, but you must understand the sacrifices I've made for you!" My God, her words almost made me cry. I immediately lost all interest in sex. I asked myself if I was hurting a girl who loved me so much? Had I gone too far?! I'm not someone who has lost all morals, and I was really afraid that I would end up hurting Yang deeply. Yang saw my hesitation and leaned towards me sweetly, taking my hand, as docile as a kitten. To be honest, facing that fair and tender, beautiful young woman's body in front of me, I really couldn't control myself, especially Yang's face that could charm any man, which really made me lose my composure. I finally succumbed to my impulse. Grabbing one of Yang's breasts, I felt its softness and elasticity. The nipple was erect with excitement. Yang's nipple was long, about the length of one of my little fingers, a pinkish-red color—a type of nipple I'd never encountered before. Especially captivating was the sight of that long nipple supported by her exceptionally full and firm breasts. I couldn't help but take that long nipple into my mouth. The sensation in my mouth was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The nipple, engorged and incredibly resilient, was teased by my tongue, eliciting a soft moan from Yang. I laid her flat on the bed again, spreading her legs. Yang's genitals were exposed before me. Her clitoris was longer than any I'd ever seen on a girl. I thought to myself, what an extraordinary woman; no wonder she looked like a little fox. I wanted to touch Yang's clitoris. The moment my fingertips touched that pink clitoris, I felt it twitch. It was visibly engorged with blood, more than twice the size of a normal woman's clitoris. The instant I touched her clitoris, Yang shuddered, desperately covering it with her hands to prevent me from touching it again, showing just how sensitive it was. Yang's labia were very thin, like a small...The girl's labia were pink and tender, covered in glistening, translucent vaginal fluid, like dewdrops, shining beautifully in the sunlight. I couldn't help but part Yang's labia; actually, I mainly wanted to see her hymen. And I saw it! The hymen was perfectly intact, the opening so small I couldn't even insert my little finger, without a single tiny tear. Yang had indeed told me the truth, and I felt a surge of emotion. I gently took Yang's labia into my mouth. The moment I did, I felt a lot of fluid flow from her vagina, covering my mouth. This fluid felt sticky and very lubricating. Yang had so much lubricant! I couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be to penetrate her. I couldn't wait any longer. I gripped my large penis, moistened with a lot of fluid, and slowly applied pressure, but it felt so tight, making penetration difficult. Yang's figure was fuller than Nan's, with a large buttocks and wide hips, yet it felt even tighter. I felt a pain in my glans from the force, while Yang gripped the sheets tightly, not uttering a painful groan, her teeth clenched firmly. I knew she must be in great pain; her lack of resistance stemmed from her determination to give me her virginity. I hardened my resolve again and thrust forward forcefully. With a soft "pop," my glans suddenly broke through that virgin barrier, and blood immediately flowed down her labia. I had carefully examined Yang's hymen before; it was quite thick, with abundant blood vessels, hence the increased bleeding. Seeing it was already broken, I had to pull out again with greater force. This time, I had to completely rupture it, otherwise, there would be more bleeding and pain next time. Having experience, I inserted again, and this time it was easier, though there was still noticeable resistance. Fortunately, Yang was very wet, which greatly helped with penetration. Yang bit her lip tightly, almost tearing it. "Yang, is it very painful?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "It's okay, don't worry, I'll hold on," Yang said with her eyes closed. I increased the force of my thrusting, very slowly. Because of the blood and a lot of vaginal fluid, plus my very large penis, I heard squelching sounds inside her vagina, which greatly stimulated my nerves. I slowly managed to insert halfway. When I went deeper, Yang finally couldn't hold on any longer. "It hurts," Yang whispered, her voice seemingly filled with guilt. I picked her up and lay down, Yang kneeling on top of me. This action allowed Yang to control the pressure and depth herself. Yang used her smooth, soft hands to caress my penis, which was half-exposed outside her vagina, covered in her lubricant and her virgin blood. She slowly, little by little, inserted it deeper, her movements clumsy. After a few strokes, my penis slipped out because of her awkwardness. How could I bear to suddenly lose that incredibly tight, exceptionally warm and moist embrace? "Yang, put it in quickly, your vagina feels so good," I said lewdly, looking at Yang. Hearing this, Yang's expression brightened, her previous pain vanishing. She said, "I want you to feel good! Your happiness makes me happy!" Saying this, she again guided my erect penis and slowly inserted it back into her virgin-blooded vagina. There was a lot of blood; Yang, straddling me, had smeared my groin with her virgin blood. However, the bleeding was noticeably lighter than before, but still plentiful, slowly flowing down my penis inside her vagina. When I was able to fully insert it into Yang's vagina, I felt something soft, like a small mouth, pressing against the front. Each insertion was already very stimulating because it was hot and narrow, and touching that thing deep inside made my glans feel tingly and numb. (Later, I used a speculum to check; it was a piece of pink, tender flesh, probably a congenital feature that served to increase pleasure through secondary friction, much like the protrusions on a male dog's penis. I've seen so many girls inside Yang's vagina.) And each time I pulled out, the glans was slightly obstructed by this tender flesh, greatly increasing the friction.

For Yang, this tender flesh was incredibly sensitive, arguably the most sensitive part of her entire body. Every touch of it would elicit an uncontrollable moan from her. No wonder Yang looked like a snow-white little fox; her large, alluring eyes were the most captivating eyes I'd ever seen, capable of igniting a man's desire. I suspect this tender flesh might be a very prominent G-spot, present in every woman, though varying in sensitivity and size. I'm truly grateful that Yang is my woman now.

Every time my large penis touches that tender flesh, a stream of lubricant flows from Yang's vagina, even during the most painful time when I deflowered her. One can only imagine what it will be like when Yang truly experiences the pleasure of sex. I couldn't control myself any longer inside Yang's tight, leaking vagina. Especially since my penis

stimulated her prominent G-spot, causing her to let out an uncontrollable moan of excitement on her first time. I lost control and ejaculated a lot, for a long time, until I trembled. My lower abdomen ached afterwards; perhaps I was too excited. I hadn't ejaculated so excitedly in a long time! Compared to Nan, I preferred having sex with Yang because her vagina was the most comfortable of all the women I'd ever had. Although Yang didn't have Nan's amazing figure, her face was just as beautiful, even more arousing. This was one of the reasons I wanted to marry Yang; only after experiencing many things can one know what the best choice is!

My freshman year ended, and in my sophomore year, Yang became my loyal lover. She never interfered with my lifestyle; she supported everything I did as long as I was happy! There will be more descriptions of sex scenes from my sophomore year.

Especially the time Qian was video chatting with her boyfriend, because her boyfriend couldn't see from my side, but I could see him. The time I penetrated her from behind while Qian was chatting with her boyfriend on QQ was still the most exciting one I've ever experienced. I'll write about it in detail in the next post. During my sophomore year, I also experienced my first threesome with a middle-aged couple. The mature woman was very attractive, and we had double penetration. Very exciting! Stay tuned! Thank you!!

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