My Nine-Headed Lolita Girlfriend

There's a very popular movie lately called "You Are the Apple of My Eye," and it left me with many thoughts.

I believe life is like a movie; whether it has a dazzling beginning or a dull opening, it will eventually have an ending. Every beautiful and sad moment will be deeply imprinted in our memories, letting us know that this is life, this is living. I won't write her name below, because she's a girl worth protecting; I'm only using this article to express my feelings about that unforgettable relationship.

I was born in a prefecture-level city in Northeast China, and I lived a carefree life from childhood, drifting through life aimlessly. Now I'm in my thirties, and looking back on those relationships, I can say I'm not a fickle person; I loved wholeheartedly every time, but the ending was always the same. At this moment, I think of that delicate girl again; her scent still lingers in my memory.

Back then, I had just graduated from university. My classmates were all desperately rushing around to different cities to find their way, often flying from Beijing to Shanghai the next day. But because my family had some connections in the area, I simply stayed at home, waiting for a job to be secured. At that time, I had just broken up with my college girlfriend after graduating from university. I spent all my time at home, bored, surfing the internet, becoming a shut-in. I had a very strong sex drive, and I could only release my pent-up desires by watching AV videos of my girlfriends. I didn't like prostitutes; I felt they were unclean, so I had no choice but to do this.

Because my parents were very busy with work, I ate out for all three meals a day. A barbecue restaurant near my house became my nightly go-to place. Over time, I became quite familiar with the restaurant owner. One day, I went to the barbecue restaurant as usual. As soon as I sat down, I noticed a new female server helping customers write down their menus. Because I frequented the restaurant, I recognized several of the servers. Although the girl had her back to me, I was certain she was new based on her hairstyle and figure. I started to observe her. She was about 160cm tall, with a ponytail, wearing a cotton t-shirt and jeans. They were all very tight, perfectly highlighting her slender waist that could be encircled by one hand and her long, slightly disproportionate legs. Her round buttocks, encased in tight jeans, were pert and high—the legendary "butt peak." At that moment, I couldn't help but subconsciously swallow hard. Just from her back view, she was stunning. My only worry was that this girl was a "back view killer." It was evening, and the barbecue restaurant was bustling. After finishing her order, the girl walked straight towards me and asked, "What would you like to order?" I thought to myself that this girl probably just came out of the house, completely unaware of the waiter's ordering etiquette. I looked up at her. The girl was very fair-skinned, with delicate features. She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she had a very fresh and youthful look, probably around 18 or 19 years old. She was truly a rare find. I personally prefer this type of girl; I don't feel much attraction to girls who are too beautiful.

I was a bit distracted, so I hurriedly ordered some food and ate haphazardly, inwardly cursing myself for being so restless and lacking self-control. Even after months without a woman, I shouldn't be like this. But my eyes wouldn't listen; I couldn't get enough of the girl's round, pert buttocks as she walked, constantly having to be careful not to be discovered. It was exhausting. After finishing my meal, I paid the bill and left.

Back home, I turned on my computer and masturbated twice before I could calm down. The next day, still thinking about the girl, I went to that barbecue restaurant for lunch. Barbecue is usually busier in the evening, so it wasn't too busy at lunchtime. The owner was there too. I ordered, secretly glancing at the delicate young woman, and casually chatted with the owner. "Ma'am, do you have a new waitress?" I asked. The female boss said, "Well, one of them went home to get married and can't come back. We just hired her yesterday. You have a sharp eye, did you only notice her because she's a pretty young woman?" I'm very shy, and I couldn't stand her comment. I quickly retorted, "You're joking. I only noticed her because I often eat here and know your restaurant well." "Hehehe," the female boss chuckled.

Actually, I knew that this girl and I were on completely different paths, both in terms of age and family background. I was several years older than her, and from her clothes, I could tell that her family was extremely ordinary; otherwise, she wouldn't be working as a waitress. It was just that she was a naturally beautiful young woman, and that's why we crossed paths. At that time, I never imagined that my thoughts and actions would change her life. Whether it was right or wrong, it's all in the past, and no one can change that. But at this moment, I still want to thank her for giving me endless comfort and motivation during my low period with her incredibly fresh and youthful body.

To be honest, I had strong feelings for this lovely girl, but unfortunately, I couldn't get closer to her. Every time I went, I could only admire her from afar, which made me incredibly frustrated. I couldn't directly try to win her over, because I knew that girls like this were rarely easy to get, and even if something did happen, I would have to take responsibility. In my worldview, different people require different approaches, so I finally decided to let things take their course. Fantasizing wasn't my style. One evening, I went to eat dinner as usual. My friends might ask why I go almost every night? There are three reasons: first, I have a particular fondness for barbecue; second, this restaurant is very close to my home, convenient, and the food is authentic; and third, I can admire the figure of this cute girl every day. That evening, the barbecue restaurant was very busy. When I arrived, there was only one empty table left. I sat down alone, ordered a few of my favorite grilled items, and waited idly for the food to arrive, my eyes still glancing at this beautiful girl I admired. At that moment, two men in their thirties were sitting at the next table, with about 20 bottles of beer on their table.

Northerners generally have a higher alcohol tolerance, and the drinking culture is even more pronounced where I live. When friends get together, all they do is chat and urge each other to drink. These two men were already flushed red, clearly drunk. They were talking loudly, and after a while, all they did was swear and brag. I usually despise people who act like big shots after drinking, but when I heard them yelling, "Waiter, another bottle!" my little gem immediately grabbed a bottle of beer and came over. Just as she was about to leave, one of the slightly overweight men shouted, "Get off! You have no sense of propriety!" The little girl's face flushed crimson, and she immediately opened a bottle. When she opened the second bottle, she accidentally knocked over the already opened bottle of ice-cold beer, which sprayed right onto the slightly overweight man's face, getting it all over his face, neck, and clothes. He froze for a moment, then yelled, "Fuck your mother!" and slapped the little girl across the face. It all happened so suddenly, and I really didn't expect him to lay a hand on a young girl. It's wrong to hurt someone, but even a grown man shouldn't act like that, using force against a petite, vulnerable woman, especially one I adore.

I was a sports student in high school, tall but not exactly strong. My temper flared instantly. Before the boss could even speak, I lunged at him, glaring at him and demanding to know why he'd attacked a woman. The two of them had just drunk over 20 bottles of alcohol, and their tempers were flaring. The alcohol was affecting their brains and their reason. Before I could finish speaking, the slightly overweight man grabbed a bottle, stood up, and swung it at me. However, because he'd drunk quite a bit, his speed wasn't very fast, and I was prepared. Before the bottle hit me, I landed a powerful punch on his chin. The force of his standing up impacted my punch, and he fell backward, crashing heavily onto the chair before rolling under the table. With just that one move, the accomplice sitting opposite the slightly overweight man was stunned, completely losing his courage to retaliate and even his courage to hurl insults at me. However, he still wouldn't let go, threatening to call the police. Since the barbecue restaurant owner recognized me, I dared not run away now, fearing that if he called the police and I escaped, I wouldn't be able to explain myself when questioned. After all, I didn't hit him for no reason; he started the trouble. "Call the police quickly!" I calmly told him. At this moment, the little girl was stunned. Whether from the pain of being hit or seeing me teach the man who hit her a lesson, she had begun to sob softly. I turned to comfort her, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't cry. It's all alright." I didn't expect that the man's accomplice I had hit would actually call the police. The police arrived at the barbecue restaurant with their sirens blaring, and I, the little girl, the man I had hit, and his accomplice were all taken away. The barbecue restaurant owner followed us on his motorcycle.

I was calm inside the car. The little girl was sitting next to me, and I knew it wasn't a big deal. With my comforting words, she stopped crying and just kept her head down and didn't say anything.

The two men in the car had long since lost their initial arrogance. The slightly overweight man I had beaten even spat out some blood, probably biting his lip raw, and groaned about a headache, insisting on going to the hospital. I have no respect for people like that; I hate bullies who prey on the weak. We quickly arrived at the local police station. I was confident because Chief Ma of the station was a very close friend of my father. We went up to the second floor, and I saw the light on in the chief's office. I thought to myself, "I've gotten away with beating you up for nothing today." I deliberately strode forward and knocked on Chief Ma's office door. Normally, the police wouldn't bother the chief with such a minor fight, but my actions puzzled the officers, earning me glares. I pretended to be nonchalant, and since Chief Ma had already come out, the junior officer couldn't directly confront me. When Chief Ma saw me, he was taken aback at first. Then, seeing the people behind me, this seasoned veteran understood the situation. Pretending not to recognize me, he said, "You all come in."

As soon as I entered, the man I had beaten started spouting nonsense, accusing me of hitting people without cause. I remained silent, simply observing coldly. At this moment, the little girl surprisingly spoke up. I was truly surprised that this cute girl was so clear-headed, not particularly flustered. It seemed she wasn't just a pretty face; I couldn't help but think more highly of her, and felt even more fond of her. After she recounted the incident, Chief Ma's face darkened. He said calmly, "Both of you who assaulted him will be detained for seven days, and each fined 2000!" The slightly overweight man was stunned, filled with fear and resentment, but he was truly speechless. Still not wanting to let the matter end like this, he told Chief Ma that his head hurt from the beating and asked to go to the hospital. Upon hearing this, Chief Ma immediately slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "You little brat, do you think seven days isn't enough?!" These words completely broke the slightly overweight man. However, there's an old saying: "The common people can't fight with officials." Seeing that things had come to this, we could only swallow our pride and dared not say another word. Chief Ma ordered the police to separate the four of us. The barbecue restaurant owner, seeing that the matter was resolved and still busy at the shop, said goodbye and went home. Chief Ma took the little girl and me to a room but didn't write any statements for me. A short while later, Chief Ma came in. "Are you alright?" Chief Ma asked me. "No, Uncle Ma, I just couldn't stand him bullying people, so I hit him," I said. Chief Ma handed me a cigarette and said, "I know, but hitting someone is wrong. If anything happens again, just call Uncle Ma. Should I tell your father about this?" "No, if you tell him, it'll be really troublesome for me. Besides, I don't want him to worry about me anymore," I quickly said. "Alright then, but remember not to be so reckless next time! You two stay for half an hour before leaving. I've already told the people handling the case." He patted my shoulder lightly and walked out the door.

Now it was just the two of us in the room, the delicate little girl and I. The atmosphere was a little awkward; neither of us spoke, the silence so profound we could hear our own heartbeats. It was the first time I'd been so close to her, close enough to smell her soft, sweet scent. I wondered if she was still a virgin, my mind wandering. "Thank you so much for today," she said first. Her sudden words broke the silence, and I was momentarily flustered. Maybe liking someone lowers your IQ; I just gave a dry laugh. "I saw you ordered something for dinner, but you barely ate anything before you got into a fight for me. I'm so sorry. How about I treat you to dinner later?" the little girl added. I quickly nodded in agreement, my heart pounding with excitement. I thought to myself, even if I got beaten up, it was all worth it for this real contact with her.

During that period, I was willing to give my all for the person I loved. Perhaps I was born a romantic; I could give up everything for the woman I loved. However, the final result was often disappointing. The women who passed through my life left scars of varying depths in my heart, and the little girl was the deepest scar. Even today, I often masturbate while looking at photos and videos of us making love. She is the girl I have met so far who has given me the greatest physical satisfaction and pleasure. 1.

It was already past 9 pm when I came out of the police station. I found a restaurant nearby and sat down to chat with her. Her family was from a nearby county. She was an only child. Her father had femoral head necrosis two years ago and had been recuperating at home since because they couldn't afford a replacement. He had lost his ability to work. Her mother didn't work and only did odd jobs. She also had a serious heart condition, and the medical treatment over the years had exhausted all the family's savings. I couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. No wonder she should have been studying in school, spending the most precious years of her youth working to support her family. Such beauty is often tragic! Compared to her, I felt incredibly fortunate. I secretly vowed that if she were with me, I would give her the best life possible. After dinner, I offered to pay, but she insisted. I couldn't refuse, so I let it go. But I felt a growing fondness for her; she was a woman who repaid kindness just as much as a man. Her youthful appearance contrasted sharply with her inner strength. I took her back to the staff apartment. Downstairs, I really wanted to confess my feelings and take her to a hotel for a passionate encounter, but looking into her eyes, I knew that would only backfire. I decided to take it one step at a time. Before parting, we exchanged phone numbers. I watched her go upstairs until her swaying, full, firm hips disappeared from sight before I left.

After this encounter, I had a basic strategic plan in mind. Someone who had long lacked material comforts would find it hard to resist a sudden influx of wealth, something I certainly didn't lack. Thinking this through, I felt over 90% confident. That night, after a relaxing bath, I slept soundly. The next day, as soon as Gome Appliances opened, I rushed in and went straight to the Nokia counter to buy the newly released N95. At that time, Nokia dominated the mobile phone market, and the N95 was considered the king of phones. Owning an N95 was something many young people in my city envied. To demonstrate my financial strength, I deliberately drove my domestic Prado 4.0, which I had bought after graduation. At the time, it wasn't considered a high-end car in my city, but it still cost over 600,000 yuan after all the fees. Confident, I drove to the barbecue restaurant and called her out. I deliberately didn't get out of the car; when she came out, I rolled down the window to signal her to get in. As soon as she came in, I handed her my phone, saying, "I noticed your phone hadn't had many functions for a long time yesterday, so I bought it for you today as a thank you for treating me to dinner yesterday." "What do you mean? Are you trying to woo me? My phone may be bad, but I don't just take things from strangers. We're not on the same wavelength, and I'm not a casual person!" she said, glaring at me. I was stunned, never expecting her to say something like that. The situation was completely different from what I had anticipated. I thought to myself: It seems I can't judge this little girl with the same mindset as most girls these days. I regretted my haste and cursed myself for being too hasty. Luckily, I reacted quickly; as soon as she finished speaking, I forcefully threw the phone, still with the screen intact, out of the car. I knew she was a grateful girl; such people have kind hearts, and being soft-hearted is their biggest weakness. Sure enough, seeing that I had only meant well by giving her the gift and had just stood up for her last night, she was now stunned. After a moment, she immediately ran out of the car and retrieved the phone. "I never take back what I give you, and you've only guessed half of what I meant. I do like you, but I'm not the kind of person who would hurt others easily. Now that I've told you, I won't let down the girl I truly like! If you don't want the phone, I don't want it either, so I'll just throw it away!" I said, deliberately giving her an expression that brooked no refusal, with a touch of domineering. "

Think about it. I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you tonight." Before she could get into the car, I sped off.

After that incident, I would often find excuses to ask her out every now and then. Actually, I'm tall, have a good figure, and am not bad-looking, so there's no reason why it should be difficult for me to pursue a girl. After more than two months of getting to know each other, we became truly familiar with each other. Less than half a month later, I ruthlessly took her first kiss. A little over a month later, her soft, delicate breasts, like little papayas, were in my large hands. Everything was going smoothly, except that I couldn't break through the last line of defense. Because of this, I was no longer in such a hurry. Now, having her virginity was simply a matter of course. Once she was under my control, there was no way she could escape.

My birthday is in June of the lunar calendar. My little girl secretly remembered it shortly after we started dating. A few days before my birthday, she kept asking me what gift I wanted. Actually, I have everything I need materially; I just wanted what she wanted and expressed it verbally. Whenever I tried to make a move, she fiercely guarded her last vestige of territory. When I expressed my desire, she pouted and said, "We'll talk about it later," a clean and decisive rejection without any room for negotiation. Of course, I wasn't going to give up, but my affection for her was absolutely genuine; from the beginning, I never intended to toy with her.

Next month is her birthday, and I'm planning to take her to Hong Kong. I can only tell her now, and my little girl is naturally overjoyed. Her parents have never taken her far from home before, let alone to a bustling international metropolis. Afterwards, I drove her to get her Hong Kong and Macau travel permit. When we got back, we ordered food, and by 6 pm, all my local friends had arrived. It was a feast! I'm usually a good drinker, but by the end, I was feeling quite dizzy. My friends also tried to persuade the little girl to drink more, and she was unsteady on her feet. They say alcohol emboldens heroes, so I drove her to a hotel and booked a room. Now it was just the two of us in the room. Having known each other for so long, this was the first time we'd booked a room together. With the undisturbed environment and the added courage from the alcohol, I immediately pulled her into my arms. I'm quite tall, so her face was pressed tightly against my chest. One of my large hands encircled her slender waist, while the other gripped her full, firm, and incredibly soft buttocks.

At this moment, she was clearly also aroused, and didn't resist at all. I lowered my head and tightly took her pink and delicate lips into my mouth. She breathed passionately, her little tongue responding by slipping into my mouth. The scent of a beautiful woman is different; every beautiful woman has a different scent. To me, her scent was like jasmine, elegant yet capable of arousing my masculine desire to conquer.

I sucked her fragrant tongue into my mouth, and we passionately exchanged tongues. My left hand quickly slipped inside her clothes, unhooking her bra in one go. My right hand lifted her clothes up, and her white and tender breasts, like two little rabbits, were completely exposed before me. Her nipples weren't very prominent, but very pink. Probably because they had never been sucked before, they were particularly sensitive. After I took them into my mouth, I could feel her whole body trembling. I didn't know if it was excitement or a ticklish sensation, but she had no strength left and almost collapsed against me. I picked her up in one go, and she let out a soft gasp, like a cute and docile little rabbit, her face flushed with embarrassment.

That's how women are; when they meet the right person, it's very easy to get them, but when they meet the wrong person, pursuing them for years will yield no results. I had to seize the moment and not let her think about it. After placing her on the bed, I quickly unbuttoned her jeans and ripped them off, then pulled down her underwear as well. She shyly covered her face with one hand and tried to hide her virginity with the other. I said, "Good wife, let me see, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," and removed her hand from her vulva. When those pink, thin labia were placed before me, I couldn't control myself and immediately opened my mouth to suckle. She cried out, "No! It's dirty! Please don't suck, it's so itchy!" while gently pushing my head away. "I like you, it's not dirty at all, I just want to make you feel better," I said. A virgin is a virgin. I felt a gush of fluid as soon as I sucked, but there was no strange smell. Her pink labia were incredibly soft, as delicate as a baby's skin. She was truly aroused; her hands covered her face, her whole body trembling slightly. She couldn't speak, only moaning softly. I gently parted her labia with my hands, and I saw her hymen, wrinkled, pale yet tinged with blood, ring-shaped with a small opening in the center. Honestly, at that moment, I felt a profound sense of sacredness. This was a virgin's once-in-a-lifetime treasure, and today I would transform her from a girl into a woman. Without time to examine her buttocks and petite, adorable figure more closely, I stripped off my clothes as quickly as possible. My erect penis was 18 centimeters long, the glans engorged with blood, looking as if it were about to explode. The veins throughout my penis bulged, like tiny snakes crawling on it, and due to excessive excitement, it throbbed with each beat of my heart. I saw that her vagina was already overflowing with fluid, and a small patch of the sheet was wet. I spat into my palm and smeared it on the glans. With my left hand on her lower abdomen and my right hand holding my thick penis, I moved it up and down in her soft, slippery vaginal opening. I said, "It might hurt a lot, so bear with it." She only whispered "Mmm." I quickly and gently pushed in, but the glans only went in halfway before it became difficult to go any further. Perhaps my glans was a bit too big, so I had to thrust forward again with all my might, and the entire glans was inside her vagina. "Ah!!" she immediately cried out. So tight! I'm about to ejaculate with just one more thrust. It's so tight and warm. A virgin's vagina is definitely warmer than a non-virgin's, and the engorgement is perfect. Because it's my first time, I'm both happy and nervous. I feel a tightness I've never experienced before, tighter than any virgin I've ever been with, and incredibly wet. Perhaps because she's petite, and because she really loves me, she's incredibly wet. I started, slowly pushing in little by little, slowly pulling out, then pushing in again. After a few thrusts, I noticed some blood on my penis. I knew her hymen had torn. I increased the force, inserting deeply. At this moment, the little girl trembled even more from the pain. I knew this wasn't the initial trembling from happiness and tingling; now her trembling was due to pain. And the reason she didn't flinch or stop me from stopping was because she loved it. She had decided to give me her most precious thing! I was deeply moved, secretly thinking that I must never let down this incredibly lovely girl who loves me so much. My penis was already halfway in, and the hot, moist heat inside her vagina was driving me wild; I almost ejaculated several times. I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and slowly pushed in.

Finally, my 18-centimeter penis was fully inside. I felt my glans resting on something soft, but it felt incredibly good. This thing was even trembling slightly; I estimated that my glans was pressing against the little girl's cervix. It seemed fortunate that I wasn't over 20 centimeters long, otherwise, the pleasure would be diminished if I couldn't fully penetrate.

I pressed the little girl's legs together with both hands, simultaneously gripping her ankles with one hand and pushing forward forcefully. Her thighs, pressed together, were almost touching her engorged breasts. The little girl gripped the sheets tightly, probably because of the pain; her eyes remained closed, and she groaned incessantly, occasionally whispering for me to be gentler. I could see she was really in pain, and I was reluctant to treat my beloved girl, especially since she was a virgin, like this. I thrust in and out hard dozens of times, accompanied by her loud, almost crying moans, as I ejaculated all my hot, thick semen deep into the little girl's vagina, a vagina that had never been penetrated by another man before. My whole body trembled with excitement, and I ejaculated for about 10 seconds. When I pulled my penis out, a lot of slightly yellowish, thick semen came out with it, and I guessed there was still a lot left inside her vagina. The little girl cried softly after I ejaculated, and I hurriedly asked her what was wrong. I told her many things about how I would treat her well in the future, but I couldn't calm her down. I was at a loss and felt a little flustered. After a long time, she told me something that shocked me. She had gotten engaged last year to a boy from her hometown who was about her age. The boy's family had arranged the marriage through someone who contacted her parents. Her parents were hesitant at first, but after learning that the boy's family was well-off and that the little girl's parents were also struggling financially, they decided to arrange the marriage for their daughter. The engagement banquet had already taken place, and the girl's family had even received 50,000 yuan from the boy's family. I felt really bad, but I confidently told her I wouldn't agree to her parents' arrangement. What era are we living in? Why are they still having arranged marriages? Besides, I'm far better off than that boy. I'm confident I can talk to her parents later.

Afterwards, worried she might get pregnant, I bought her a box of emergency contraception. I also kept the bed sheet printed with her virgin blood, like a snow lotus; it's definitely one of my greatest personal treasures.

From that day on, I only allowed the little girl six days of rest. After that, I made love to her day and night, trying to train my little cutie as quickly as possible. I also persuaded her to quit her job. I wanted her to stay home, because although I've enjoyed life for many years, I'm not a wasteful person. I've saved some money from daily expenses, and I felt it was enough to support her until our wedding day. But she absolutely refused. In desperation, I used my connections to find one of my best friends, whose family is in real estate development. I suggested she work at his sales office as a salesperson. The environment there was better, the work was more relaxed, and it would broaden her horizons and help her develop her skills.

I was well aware of the gap in our lifestyles, and I wasn't sure if my family could accept a girl from her background. Once, I tentatively asked my mother if I could marry a girl from a small county town. My parents weren't well-off, but I really liked her. My mother firmly gave me an answer: it absolutely had to be a marriage between equals, otherwise it would be a huge loss of face for them. I was quite troubled by this; perhaps the age gap between me and my parents is too big, a deep generation gap. However, my parents have always spoiled me, and I thought that as long as I was determined, they couldn't interfere.

Time flew by, and my little girl's birthday was approaching. I had already taken her to apply for a travel permit to Hong Kong and Macau, partly to give her a birthday celebration she'd never experienced before, and partly to buy her some gifts as tokens of our love. When my little girl first sat on the plane and experienced takeoff, seeing her excitement filled me with genuine joy. This is what it feels like to truly love someone; happiness is so simple, simply because we truly love each other. The flight lasted over seven hours. When I got off the plane, I felt very tired, but my little girl was very excited, constantly asking if I would see any celebrities on TV. I smiled and shook my head. I love her innocent charm; it's unlikely she'd see any celebrities, and even if she did, she probably wouldn't recognize them. The verification process was quite troublesome. After taking her through, I took a taxi directly to the Regal Kowloon Hotel in Sha Tin. I had already booked a room there; I usually stay at this hotel whenever I go to Hong Kong, not for any other reason than the delicious dai pai dong (open-air food stalls) downstairs. They have a wide variety of food, one after another, and the taste is always satisfying. It was already afternoon, and I hadn't eaten much on the plane, so my stomach was rumbling. After a quick shower together, my little girl and I headed straight to the dai pai dong downstairs. There was a small tea restaurant called Chezai nearby; it was tiny, but the food was excellent. I ordered shrimp dumplings, osmanthus cake, taro, and pork ribs, and then devoured them. My little girl kept exclaiming how delicious it was; it's definitely not easy to find this kind of taste in Northeast China. "What should I get you for your birthday?" I asked her while munching on a fresh shrimp dumpling. The little girl looked at me affectionately and said, "I hope to be with you forever. That's what I want most." "Mm." I didn't look up at her. I truly felt the same way she did; I already considered her my future wife. But I always had a sense of unease; I was afraid she would leave me. So, her words made me inexplicably sad. I lowered my head and ate my food. "I'll give you something later; I'm sure you'll love it!" I said. The little girl asked curiously what it was. I said, "You'll find out soon." After dinner, we took the subway from behind the hotel to Causeway Bay. Faced with such a bustling and clean city, the little girl was amazed. Everything seemed new and exciting to her. Her eyes seemed to be taking it all in, looking around with a bewildered expression.

I bought two cups of freshly squeezed mango juice, and after walking two blocks, we arrived at Times Square. There was a Emperor Watch store in Times Square, and I pulled her straight in. The salesman was a very enthusiastic middle-aged man. His Mandarin wasn't very good, but his voice was pleasant to hear. I asked him to get me a Rolex 16610. At that time, the new 16610ln hadn't been released yet, and I was wearing this older black Submariner watch. It was arguably my favorite watch; even a Patek Philippe World Time couldn't replace it in my heart. I still wear it on my right wrist. Many Hollywood celebrities love this watch, and more importantly, I already had one, so buying one for my little girl would make it a matching couple's watch.

The salesperson quickly brought out one, its protective film intact. I let my little girl try it on. She didn't know how much it cost, but she thought it was very beautiful, and that it was the same model as mine made her even happier and more excited. The salesperson kept praising its beauty, saying it suited her perfectly. I insisted on paying by card, and they gave me a 92% discount, which was a little over 30,000 RMB at the time. My little girl was shocked when she heard the price; it might be her family's entire income for one, two, or even three years. She absolutely refused to let me buy it, saying it was too expensive. My stubbornness kicked in again, and I grabbed the watch and started peeling off the protective film, while the salesperson swiped the card. The little girl knew I was angry and didn't dare say anything more, besides, she genuinely liked the black Submariner. The salesperson quickly removed the watchband, afraid of any further changes of mind; I couldn't help but chuckle at his anxious expression. It fit her wrist perfectly, giving her a certain charm. A blend of cuteness and wildness, which I also really liked. As we left the watch shop, the little girl put her arm around my shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me on the cheek. She knew my feelings for her were genuine, absolutely nothing more.

Having such a beautiful woman by my side naturally put me in a very good mood; I didn't feel tired even after walking for a long time. We got back to the hotel after 11 pm that night. I told the little girl to go take a shower first. The hotel bathrooms were mostly glass partitions; I let her shower first so I could see her porcelain-like white body, partially obscured in the mirror. The little girl took off her clothes one by one, and I couldn't resist pulling her close and biting her tender little bottom hard, making her scream and hurriedly run into the bathroom. Through the glass, I looked at Xia Luoli's petite figure, which was incredibly exquisite. Although she was only 160 cm tall, she had a nine-head-to-body ratio, making her look like a cartoon character. She was born without armpit hair, and her pubic hair was also very sparse, making her look very clean. Her moderately sized breasts were slightly upturned and very elastic. Her full, perky buttocks were firm but not hard, and they felt very soft to the touch. Every time I thrust into her buttocks from behind, I felt as if I were hitting a water balloon, soft and shapely. I couldn't resist and quickly stripped off all my clothes. My penis was already erect and throbbing, with veins popping out. I thrust into the bathroom, pressing the little girl down with one hand. The bathroom faucet wasn't turned off, and I felt the warm, comfortable water. The little girl obediently changed from squatting to kneeling, her legs together, her buttocks resting on her heels. One of her small hands held my muscular thighs, while the other gently grasped the base of my penis. She opened her pink mouth and slowly sucked on my glans. Because she was sucking so hard, she made a "slurping" sound, which aroused me. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other, forcefully thrusting my huge, 18-centimeter-long, thick penis into her mouth. She gagged once, and my massive member had only gone in less than two-thirds of the way. After my relentless training, she had become incredibly obedient and compliant. Women are inherently submissive; given a powerful conqueror, even the strongest woman will become a captivating object beneath them. And I was precisely that conqueror. It was hard for a little girl not to become a sex symbol like an adult film actress in the presence of a seasoned veteran like me. I didn't speak, but continued to thrust forward forcefully, feeling her trembling from my deep throat and the warmth of her mouth. She was getting used to my method, changing her breathing rhythm, her tongue occasionally responding to my movements, while one hand gripped my penis and stroked it, the other caressing my testicles. I felt the warmth of the water washing over my body, my penis feeling the warmth and smoothness of her mouth. I felt myself about to ejaculate, and I gripped her hair tightly with both hands; she knew I was about to cum. I sucked harder and harder into her mouth, thrusting in and out of her mouth dozens of times before finally shoving my semen into her throat with a powerful gushing. The pleasure overwhelmed me, making me dizzy. Afterwards, the little girl told me that she felt the force of the semen was so strong that she even heard a "hissing" sound. Suddenly, her body felt like it had lost all its strength, allowing me to play with her at will. Only in this way could she be more satisfied.

I rested for a while, and the little girl put on the new thong I bought her today. It seemed she wasn't completely satisfied yet. Looking at her pert, white buttocks, I pushed the thin fabric of the thong aside. First, I sucked on her pink, evenly folded, round little anus, already filled with the scent of shower gel. This was the little girl's worst enemy; her whole body trembled immediately, as if she had no strength left, making a crying sound. But I knew it was from excessive excitement and stimulation; she was enjoying it immensely, yet didn't stop me. After sucking for a while, I gently scraped her anus with my tongue. Her chrysanthemum contracted and relaxed, looking quite beautiful. I forced out all the vaginal fluid, and then immediately sucked and bit her labia, my tongue probing deeply into her pink, wet vagina. It was incredibly satisfying. First, the little girl had absolutely no odor. I've been with many women, both young and mature, but many of them had an unpleasant smell. Second, the shape of her genitals and anus was perfect. Third, she was completely mine, very clean, and I could freely ravage her. She was completely limp and had no strength left. I pulled down her thong, spread her legs, and thrust my large penis in all the way, making the little girl scream. Then I cupped her soft, pert buttocks with both hands. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I picked her up. She hugged me like a daughter. I held her buttocks, but my penis was deep inside her vagina. Standing and fucking a woman held in your arms is the most conquering and pleasurable experience. She moaned incessantly in sync with my rhythm. Looking at my reflection in the hotel mirror, conquering the little girl, was breathtaking. My skin was dark, while hers was as white and smooth as milk. I was tall and muscular, while she was petite yet incredibly curvaceous. My upper arm was as thick as her thigh, making conquest effortless. Subconsciously, she seemed to approve of my slightly SM-influenced sex. I said, "Wife, I want to have anal sex with you!!" She silently replied, "Everything I have is yours!" Her voice was soft, but I could hear the absolute certainty. I was overjoyed. I had come prepared. I placed her on the bed, and she crawled on her knees. I comforted her, saying it might hurt a little, but she'd get used to it, and it was very stimulating.

Her eyes told me she would do it. I applied lubricant to the anal plug and slowly inserted it into the little girl's tight, pink anus. Without pausing, I immediately sealed her mouth with my own, silencing her earlier moan. Our tongues intertwined. Then I pulled the plug out, and she gasped again. Her anus was now slightly open. I applied a little lubricant inside, not too much—too much and she'd poop, haha. Next, I took out the anal beads. These are definitely a powerful tool for anal sex. I quickly applied lubricant and slowly tightened and loosened the beads, gradually increasing the thickness, inside her anus. The little girl welcomed each bead into her mouth with moans, which thrilled me. Sex is the best form of exercise.

After fiddling with it for a while, I slowly pulled out the beads one by one. By this time, her anus was quite large due to the expansion from the beads. I immediately applied lubricant to my penis and inserted the head of my penis before her anus closed. The little girl immediately tightened, her anus gripping my penis very tightly. It was so stimulating that I almost ejaculated. Then the little girl cried out repeatedly, "I can't take it anymore, please hurry up!" she said, her voice slightly trembling with tears. "Little darling, just a little longer, it'll be over soon," I said hastily. I knew I had to be ruthless now; if I didn't get through this, I wouldn't succeed later. I slowly increased the force, thrusting deeper. Each pause tightened her anus, especially when I pulled out—it was incredibly tight. I knew she wouldn't last long, so I held her shoulders down to prevent her from getting up, and clamped my legs around her to stop her from moving. I thrust in as deep as I could, and she screamed from the stimulation. I kept thrusting, the room filled with her wailing moans and the sounds of my forceful thrusts against her white, tender buttocks. Finally, amidst her cries, I ejaculated all my semen into her rectum, probably very, very deep, because her anus was gripping my penis so tightly, constantly contracting and relaxing. If you've never penetrated an untouched anus, you definitely can't understand this unprecedented pleasure. I ejaculated a lot; I could feel myself becoming exhausted. Afterwards, the little girl wouldn't let me touch her anus for a month. I had to beg her to finally agree to let me explore her anus. This anal sex experience was the most intense I've ever had. Many girls are averse to anal sex, and most women who aren't have already had it. This little girl was the first girl to deflower me, so the pleasure is unforgettable. One word: amazing!

Of all the women in my life, she's the one I love most. We were together for almost two years, and she gave me so much emotionally. Later, her parents strongly opposed our relationship because we were previously engaged, and her family is very traditional. I tried so hard, but it was all in vain. Eventually, her mother threatened suicide, forcing her to give in. I almost lost the will to live. I even transferred my job to another city to try and forget this relationship. She still lives in my heart! Life is full of ups and downs; heaven and hell are actually very close. In the end, I took her to get hymenoplasty. I didn't want her to live an unhappy life. Perhaps losing someone doesn't mean anything; if the other person is happy, that's probably the most important thing. A few days before the surgery, we made love passionately for a day and a night. We agreed not to contact each other again. She would have the surgery herself, and after dawn, we would be strangers. I don't want to write too much about these things; it would only break the hearts of those who read it. The situation was very complicated, and the result was that we ultimately broke up. When I woke up the next morning, I found a letter with a 16610 watch underneath it. It was the watch I bought for her for her birthday. In the letter, she told me that she would definitely be my woman in the next life. She had worn the watch for over a year, and it had absorbed her warmth. Seeing the watch was like seeing her. I cried, I had never cried so loudly before! Only things you truly love can break your heart. Even now, when friends ask me why I wear two watches, both the same style, I just smile. No one can see the bitterness in that smile; only my heart knows!

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