The young woman and his mad love and sex

My acquaintance with him was purely accidental.

His patience, wisdom, and sincerity left a good impression on me. We both love words. Several months of communication brought joy to each other's lives. As he said, I was his sunshine!

We met. It was a winter evening. It felt like we had known each other for a long time. He led me to his apartment. It was a one-bedroom unit. The apartment was quite messy. He had me sit on the edge of the bed and put my luggage away. I looked around the room. There was only one bed. The outer room was the living room, with a worn-out sofa. He had mentioned on the phone that the sofa could sleep one person. I felt a little relieved.

We went out for dinner. He took me for a walk around the neighborhood, bought some things he thought I would like to eat, and then came back. In his apartment, we felt very awkward. Although we had no inhibitions online and on our phones, we both wanted to make a good impression on each other in person. I saw it was only 9 o'clock, so I said I was going out to call home.

He nodded and waited for me at home. I made several phone calls from the street to let him know I was safe. The winter nights here are very cold. I breathed in the crisp, cool air, my heart pounding. What kind of night would this be? Countless times, we'd kissed on the phone.

When I was sad or upset, he always cared for me with such tenderness, telling me that he was still there for me, that he loved me. He often pretended to be silly and let me tease him, then, annoyed, he'd say that if he saw me, he'd hold me tight and kiss me to death!

When I got back, he'd just finished a call from home. I glanced at the bed and awkwardly said I'd stay in the living room tonight.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's okay, I'll stay in this bed. I just washed your blanket. It's clean." I blushed and said, "Didn't we agree to sleep in the living room?" He smiled, patted my head, and said, "It's cold here in winter. There's only one heater, I'm worried you'll get cold!" "Then, then you can't tease me..." I felt my face turn even redder.

"Don't worry, I won't. We'll each have our own blanket, okay?" He smiled at me. His eyes held that familiar, deep affection.

After washing up, I immediately crawled into the inner bed. He finished using the bathroom, took off his coat, and got into bed too. He sat in his own bed, intently examining me. Seeing me huddled under the covers, he chuckled softly, ran his hand across my forehead, and said, "Why are you sleeping with your hair in a braid?" He gently untied the hair tie. He looked at me even more intently, my hair loose. I felt embarrassed by his gaze and buried my head under the covers. He said, "What's wrong? You can't sleep like that. Show your face!" He pulled the covers down further, forcefully exposing my features. I mischievously tried to hide under the covers again, but he stopped me once more. And so, he gazed deeply at me.

We each had our own blanket. He sat. I lay there, my eyes darting around, watching him intently, and we both seemed to be trying to figure each other out. Later, he told me many jokes to amuse me. We were back to our online relationship.

Later, he lay down too. We lay side by side, each covered by our own blankets. He was still looking at me.

I could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats. Finally, he threw off his blanket, slipped into mine, and said calmly and firmly, "Let's sleep cuddling!" Before I could say anything, he pressed himself against me, his arms wrapped around me, his body pressed tightly against mine. I exclaimed in panic, "How can this be? Didn't we agree?" He said seriously, "Didn't you say you'd let me hold you?" I tried desperately to break free, "I was just joking with you before!" "Who was joking? I said I'd sleep cuddling with you!" My mind went completely blank. I didn't know what to do.

Although I trusted and liked him completely, there were countless examples of things falling apart after meeting in person. Who could guarantee I wouldn't encounter a bad guy? Besides, my period hadn't completely stopped today!

He held me tightly, letting me feel his warmth and his strength. Just like we had described countless times in our virtual world, he wanted to hold me forever, to smell my breath. Slowly, one of his hands went around my waist, while the other freed itself to caress my shoulder and arm. He said softly, "Nice arms!" I knew. He had longed for my body for a long time. He had once asked, "Are your breasts big?" I shyly told him they were quite full. His hand gradually moved down, caressing my most sensitive breasts. I felt his breathing quicken. He gently stroked them in circles, through my underwear and thermal underwear. But my bra was made of thin cotton lining, and I felt a tingling sensation, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan! He gently kneaded, kneading and kneading. My body began to heat up, and I don't know when, the bra clasp loosened from our friction.

As if summoned, he slipped his hand inside my clothes. That large hand gently covered my breasts.

My breasts were quite beautiful, full and bowl-shaped, with pink nipples slightly upturned. His hand continued to caress my white breasts, gently pushing them upwards, like pushing an alluring wave. I blushed, watching my breasts rise and fall under his caresses. I began to desire him! He reached his fingers to my pink, blushing nipple, gently teasing it. I cried out in pleasure. Like a mischievous child, he teased it, then gently pressed and released it, pressed and released… My whole body felt weak and tingling. Finally, he buried his head deeply in my body, and I felt an indescribable comfort. He cupped my full breasts, gently kissing and inhaling them… Watching him passionately and intently kiss my snow-white, full breasts, I began to feel moved by the primal worship a man has for a woman. He kissed gently from the outside, his lips and tongue as light and moist as a kitten's steps, making me feel the boundless desire hidden within my full breasts. Gradually, his kisses enveloped the center, and suddenly, he kissed my long-awaited nipple, gently licking it with his tongue, teasing and licking it. My body began to heat up! His tongue circled my nipple, then sucked on it tightly. My slightly upturned nipple was greedily held and sucked. My body trembled slightly. I couldn't help but moan softly. He continued to suckle greedily, as if trying to suck away all my love and longing. He cupped my breasts and kissed them passionately, from left to right, and then back again. It was as if there were inexhaustible treasures to be found!

My body began to stop resisting his caresses. After kissing my breasts, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pressing his body against mine, as if trying to pull me into his embrace. After knowing each other for over a year, he was finally able to hold me in his arms, and he was very excited. He gently rubbed his face against mine and kissed my neck. His face was hot, and mine was burning hot too. He became even more excited, rubbing his burning cheeks against mine playfully, saying, "What's wrong? Your face is red? Why is your face red?" Then, smiling, he held my face and looked deeply into it, bending down to kiss my lips. Like suckling my breasts, he kissed me passionately, constantly inserting his tongue into my mouth. At first, I resisted, but later I responded gently. He kept kissing me, as if to keep his promise and kiss me to death! The kiss lasted a full ten minutes, and he still wouldn't let go. Only when I cried out in pain did he reluctantly release me.

He looked at me excitedly. I knew that his reluctance to lower my defenses was a testament to his character.

He meant what he said! He promised he wouldn't hurt me. After this passionate encounter, I became even more attached to his body. I pressed myself against him, and he embraced me with his strong arms. I gently rested my head on his broad chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat! He looked at me tenderly, his eyes filled with deep longing. I was suddenly moved, hugging him tightly, feeling his breath. As if receiving a hint, he gently pulled down my long underwear. I had a charmingly pert bottom, which he gently caressed, his eyes still seeking my attention. I said hesitantly, "Today, today isn't convenient..." He paused, then gently probed inside my underwear: "Your period? What bad timing. It's okay." He immediately concealed his disappointment, gently patted my back, and kissed me. Then he pulled down his underwear, revealing his bright red, swollen penis. He had been unable to restrain himself for some time. He smiled at me, gently rubbing his penis against my face, my mouth, and my breasts—they were hot. I had no technique whatsoever, and looked at him shyly. He laughed, gently rubbing his penis, experiencing pleasure while gazing at me affectionately. I knew that at that moment, I was the anchor of his imagination. As the frequency increased, he suddenly stood up, holding his penis, and asked me where I wanted to ejaculate. I panicked, and then, decisively, he ejaculated on my beautiful breasts. Hot and sticky. Afterwards, he quickly wiped my body clean, taking the opportunity to caress and tease my breasts again. Then he wanted to hold me and put me to sleep.

I couldn't fall asleep in his arms. He turned on the light and chatted with me. He asked about my life with affection. Touching my cheek, he asked if I liked him. These were the questions I'd asked countless times in text messages and online, and he asked them again carefully that night. I clung to his body. He held me tightly. He felt the heat in my body.

He kissed my whole body again, comforting me. His most touching quality was that he always knew what I needed.

My feelings intensified under his kisses. I clung to him, wrapped myself around him. He sensed it and hesitated. I said, "I want you, I want..." He hesitated for a moment and said, "Then just a gentle push and you're done?" I nodded.

Because I was already wet, he entered easily. At that moment, he was incredibly excited. He rubbed carefully, looking at me excitedly, and said, "It feels so good, really good!" Watching him enjoy himself so passionately, I realized how much I loved him. His eyes were the kind that were crystal clear. I saw him at the peak of pleasure, wanting me passionately. His eyes were filled with me—my shy self, my self-sacrifice for love, my unparalleled tenderness, my overwhelming excitement at his love! With the change in the intensity of his movements, he suddenly embraced me tightly, his hands gripping my buttocks as he ejaculated. A surge of heat shot into my body. I knew we truly loved each other!

After I finished ejaculating in the bathroom, we were a harmonious couple in bed. He held me close, breathing easily. The feeling of love invigorated him. He exclaimed with delight, "It feels so good inside me!" He looked intently at my genitals, as if discovering a new continent, saying, "Really, women with perky butts feel so good!" He kissed me, teasing me, "Today I know why you should look for women with perky butts. It feels so good!" I smiled and glared at him, pretending not to notice. He became even more audacious, burying his face in the covers and kissing my buttocks. I laughed heartily, and suddenly straddled him. He made me sit down, and since I was still wearing a sanitary napkin, he had to let his penis press against my vulva through my pants. He gently removed all my clothes, admiring my naked upper body.

I knew I had a pair of enviable breasts and a slender waist. And a pert bottom. My friends always teased me about my figure! I had never felt this way before, but now, under his gaze, I began to feel a little proud.

He held my waist in his hands, gazing at me like a cherished work of art. I leaned down and wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly drawing closer to him. He inhaled my fragrant scent, almost intoxicated! His eyes were full of longing and affection. He

looked at me intently. We kissed, a long, sweet kiss, like honey! I felt dizzy. I felt hot.

From my cheeks to my throbbing breasts, to my genitals… waves of heat washed over me, I felt like I was flying!

My breasts, like two snow-white doves, were so close to his face. His breathing quickened. He began to caress my full breasts with his hands. Countless times, this was how beautiful he had imagined them! Round, smooth breasts, with adorable pink nipples like tiny, dewy beans. He held them with boundless affection. The full breasts seemed to want to escape his grasp. Their elasticity seemed to proclaim their unparalleled fullness. Like ripe pomegranates, they were about to burst open under his caresses.

He excitedly stroked the breasts. Unlike before, now I was leaning down towards him. This way, my entire breasts bounced before his eyes. So full, so alluring! His entire palm conveyed the warmth of love to the breasts, gently caressing these two white, round beauties as if sculpting a work of art. Sometimes he pinched lightly, sometimes he gripped tightly. He

lightly tapped the nipples with his thumbs, then rotated them. I cried out as if he had turned on a switch. I felt my lower body constantly gushing with love fluid, and my body began to undulate. His movements became more intense, kneading the breasts more forcefully, pinching the nipples harder. As I moaned, his movements quickened. Suddenly, he leaped up and sucked on my nipple like a powerful suction cup. My breath caught in my throat! His tongue rubbed against my nipple forcefully. The wetness of his saliva made the pleasure intoxicating.

I finally lost control of my body, twisting and rubbing my clitoris against his penis. He held my upper body tightly, sucking on my nipples. His hands supported my breasts, keeping them full and round. Sometimes he would bite my nipple tightly, sucking fiercely with his lips, ignoring my cries of pain, as if trying to melt away my desire. Other times he would gently caress my full breasts, as if intoxicated by this snow-white, smooth, gentle haven. I was going crazy!

I was going crazy, moaning ecstatically, almost crying. I could almost see my two full pomegranates about to burst open under his licking. My snow-white breasts grew fuller and rounder! My nipples stood erect, pink and seemingly dripping with moisture.

He continued to kiss my breasts. He passionately sucked on my pink nipples, licking the fountain of happiness that seemed ready to burst forth. My body suddenly spasmed, as if struck by an electric current of bliss. I saw the pomegranate-like tip finally burst open, revealing several glistening seeds that sparkled in the sunlight! I reached my climax. I collapsed weakly against him, covered in sweat. He held me tightly, breathing heavily with me. He

gently brushed his lips against mine and asked, "Did you like it?" I nodded breathlessly. He held me even tighter and asked again in my ear, "Was it comfortable?" I buried my face in his chest and murmured an "Mmm," unwilling to leave! That night, we slept soundly and sweetly, holding each other tightly!

In the following days, he went to work during the day and would come home at night, embracing me tightly and thrusting his lower body against me repeatedly. Even through my thick winter clothes, I could feel the burning passion within! We were a pair of inseparable lovers. My period wasn't over yet. For my sake, he refused to penetrate. He only caressed me again and again. When he couldn't bear it any longer, he would look at me affectionately while relieving himself.

Once, his penis swelled painfully again. Its bright red shaft brushed against my face and lips. I saw it round and hot, yearning for me, and couldn't help but kiss it. As if given a signal, he pressed his penis even more urgently into my mouth.

I gently took its bright red shaft into my mouth, like a steel rod heated to the brim, rubbing it vigorously, wanting my mouth to comfort and caress it. It was so big, filling my entire mouth. I looked up at him with difficulty; his eyes were so urgent, he desperately needed me. He loved me!

I tried to envelop its enormous size with my lips, gently caressing its head, its glans, its straight shaft with my tongue, just like he had caressed my nipples last night. I gently teased it with my tongue, entwining it around its glans. He cried out in bliss! His glans, swelled and hard under the caress of my tongue, seemed to stubbornly resist the tip of my tongue! He moaned happily, murmuring, "So good! So good!" A sense of accomplishment welled up within me.

I kissed his glans vigorously, savoring it like a lollipop. The lovely glans shimmered under the baptism of my tongue and saliva, unable to withstand the entanglement of my soft yet powerful lips and tongue, constantly pushing and squeezing in my mouth, excited beyond measure. He suddenly sped up, his huge penis almost pressing against my throat. I felt a wave of discomfort and almost vomited. He quickly pulled his penis out of my mouth. Milky white fluid sprayed onto my face and lips. It was hot.

I squinted, looking at him in a panic. He held his penis, panting and looking at me with ecstasy.

After cleaning himself up, he excitedly wiped away the semen for me, hugging me happily and saying, "Baby, I love you!" My period was finally over. That night, he seemed exceptionally excited. I showered and went to bed early. He finished his work and eagerly washed up and went to bed as well. He caressed my body with powerful strokes, my long-desired body, his own body. No foreplay was needed; I was already wet. He gently pulled down my pants. He stroked my white thighs, gazing reverently at that patch of green. He lifted my thighs, making the dense pubic hair and the flowing fluid between them even clearer. He guided his throbbing penis to that tender spot and gently probed. He looked at me tenderly; I seemed flustered and helpless. As if encouraged by something, he thrust into me all at once.

I let out a soft cry. "Does it hurt?" he asked gently. I bit my lip and shook my head. He gently and slowly moved in and out of me, letting me get used to it. Gradually, the friction inside my vagina felt very comfortable. The previous discomfort vanished. I felt more and more fluid coming out. The intimate contact between my vaginal walls and his penis made my body swell rapidly. Especially a certain area in the middle of my vagina, like a wonderful sponge, swelled and became hotter and hotter, and I could feel the fluid gushing out from there. He gazed at me affectionately, focusing intently on his thrusts.

I saw his expression of ecstasy changing movingly. As his brows furrowed more and more tightly, his movements became faster and faster. His penis, moving inside me, became harder and harder, like steel. His gentle expression gradually turned cold and resolute, his brows furrowed, striving to reach the peak of pleasure. I could feel his powerful movements trembling slightly. I suddenly felt sorry for him and wanted to help him. I tried my best to match his rhythm, contracting my vagina forcefully with each thrust, making my already tight vagina even more tightly envelop his penis. Its strong, erect member seemed to sense the waves of encirclement and pushing from my penis, pounding against my body like a madman. My fluids increased! That mysterious area inside my vagina was unbearably itchy, gushing out in waves of heat. I don't know why, but my penis instinctively gripped it tightly, making it even more excited. As if enraged, its penis didn't slow down, but instead pounded even faster and more frantically into the deepest part of my body.

Its hardness was determined to conquer me through my penis's constant kneading and pushing. I frantically resisted its attack with my penis's sphincter muscles, moaning blissfully, not knowing what I was saying, as if I were flying with pleasure, or as if I were dying of pain! In an instant, it shouted, holding me tightly and thrusting deep inside me, deep inside… It finally made the whole world stop! A silent night. Exhausted breathing. Sweat of bliss streaming down my face. At

that moment, I also stopped my frenzy, convulsing. The peak of pleasure left me too exhausted to utter a word! I could only feel my lower body trembling uncontrollably, swept by the climax, trembling blissfully with the hot semen he had sprayed out… He lingered, unwilling to leave my body, until his penis shrank and softened. We held each other for a long time, the long-awaited moment finally arriving simultaneously. We were each other's one and only gift from God!

After he recovered, he excitedly nuzzled my face and breasts. Like a child, he said, “Wow, this was so good!?

No, again, again!” He tried to continue rubbing me with his shrunken, softened penis, still inside me. I smiled and playfully teased him. It had been so intense, his penis was still basking in the afterglow, and it slipped out, gushing out a torrent of blissful fluid! It was like a flood!

He didn't want to leave me to wipe his sweat, so he held me tightly, still sweaty. I smelled the unique scent of his sweat, my heart filled with sweetness.

We only had a few days left together. We made love wildly. He started by facing me, then had me lie down and entered me from behind. We became increasingly comfortable with each other, and our technique improved.

He excitedly embraced me, saying my vagina was deep, tight, and had many folds, making him feel incredibly good! I had never been with any man other than my husband. I wasn't unfaithful.

I knew he could give me more sexual satisfaction than my husband, and he also gave me confidence as a woman. His deep affection for my body completely dispelled any doubts I had about myself due to disharmony in my marriage! He wasn't a promiscuous man either. Before me, he had been with a woman older than him, other than his wife. They hadn't been in contact for several years. I didn't want to ask. I believed in our relationship. As he said, our sleeping together wasn't accidental.

Our deep feelings for each other brought us together. He repeatedly praised the comfort I gave him, saying it was much better than with other women. I believed it was true.

On the night before I left, we suddenly became much quieter. The thought of parting with him filled me with sadness. But when I faced him, I still smiled brightly. After dinner, we walked hand in hand, as if we could sense the thousand unspoken words in each other's hearts. He held my hand tightly, as if afraid the cold wind would carry me away.

When we got home, I playfully begged him to take a bath with me. He readily agreed. Under the warm water curtain, we gazed deeply into each other's bodies. He pretended to be serious, forbidding me from washing myself. I smiled mischievously.

We gently lathered each other with soap. His broad hands caressed my curves. Gently, every inch of my skin, lubricated by the shower gel, enjoyed his caresses. Hot water droplets streamed down my full breasts, and in the steam, my nipples stood even higher. He stared, mesmerized, gently stroking them. My two white, full breasts proudly stood before him, calling out to him. He kept making me touch his burning lower body; his penis was already erect. He kneaded my soft, elastic breasts with both hands, relentlessly thrusting his charcoal-hot penis against my body, my thighs, my pubic hair, as if trying to pierce a hole in me! My breasts began to swell rapidly under his caresses. The pink nipples stubbornly erected, provoking his desire.

He couldn't help but rub them incessantly with his fingers. Under the massage of the water and his fingers, the nipples grew even brighter, alluring and sweet. He held me tightly, his slippery penis pressing against my vulva, greedily taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking wildly.

I held my breath, contracting my abdomen, happily pushing my breasts upwards, making them look even fuller, so full they drove him mad! I moaned, unable to resist cupping my beloved breasts in his own hands, watching him greedily suckle and savor them like a starving child!

I loved him so much! I really, really loved him!

At this moment, I couldn't care less about restraint or thought! I longed to give myself to him, I wanted to completely surrender myself to him! He suckled at my increasingly swollen, white breasts, rubbing his penis against my clitoris repeatedly, and I reached climax again! I went limp! My breasts swelled with my panting, the nipples as bright red as if they had been bleached, erect and proud! She could still want more; her pink nipples, burning with desire, erected again and again, declaring to him that they could still have endless orgasms, refusing to give up no matter how many! But I was utterly exhausted!

He was completely oblivious to my fatigue, still frantically holding and kissing me. The showerhead was still spraying, bathwater, sweat, and tears mingling with our love. I gasped for breath, begging him to stop; I wanted to give it to him! His long-awaited penis, as if receiving a summons, plunged into its most desired place! Because we were in the bathroom, he supported me while thrusting wildly. I almost collapsed, another orgasm erupting with each impact. Just now it was an orgasm from the clitoris and breasts; now it came from the mysterious G-spot of the vagina. I don't know how I discovered the exquisite G-spot so easily. The tiny granules at the tip of the glans rhythmically rubbed against the G-spot. The penis, immersed in the gushing love fluid from the G-spot, thrust wildly. He cried out in pain, his face contorted in a strange way. I'd already climaxed once, and although my body still craved more, I couldn't be too greedy. I loved him so much; I wanted to be attentive to his feelings and reciprocate. My penis moved rhythmically, grasping and squeezing this huge, fiery member. His penis, excited like a steel rod in my tender embrace, stung me a little. I endured it blissfully. Observing his changes, suddenly, he shouted and swiftly pulled his penis out, the bright red shaft immediately spurting out a jet of hot, milky-white liquid, a full half-meter high! I was stunned. He panted heavily, lost in bliss, staring at me blankly, smiling.

We excitedly cleaned each other's bodies. We went to bed. The climax we'd just experienced left us unable to calm down for a long time. The journey of the past few days and the frenzied lovemaking every night had left me with no energy left to give him, to want him. Now I just wanted to talk. To look at him more.

Just as he wanted to see me deeply into his body! He cherished me dearly; he wanted to etch me into his heart.

Long ago, he said he liked me because of my lovely personality and kind nature. Will he love me today? We've reached such a beautiful and moving peak. He's begun to love me, and he loves me so much! It's all so deeply conveyed in his eyes! I didn't ask him. I just looked at him with a gentle smile. He was so powerful, yet so incredibly tender and considerate. He even teased me, acting silly on purpose. How annoying!

I sat on the bed in my nightgown, like a mermaid. At that moment, I was filled with radiant maternal instinct. He stared at me, dumbfounded. For a long time, we remained in this warm silence… I don't know when, but he gently approached, gesturing for me to lie down, then knelt and lifted my nightgown. Like a devout believer in worship, he bent down and kissed my abdomen, gently caressing my thick pubic hair. He buried his head deep inside, in this place that gave him endless pleasure and intense longing. He buried himself deeply between my thighs. For a long time. I knew he missed me, he couldn't bear to part with me! I don't know how much time passed, but then, like a loyal puppy, he began to search, sniffing and kissing tenderly. I was terrified, not knowing what he was going to do. When he kissed my vulva, he rubbed his face against it lovingly,

as if it were a precious treasure. Then he carefully teased my labia with the tip of his tongue. I was shocked. This was our dirtiest place, a place I myself wouldn't even touch normally, how could he do this? He held me down and continued kissing my large, pink labia. His tongue lightly touched my clitoris. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body. I couldn't help but moan. His lips and tongue continued to explore deeper. I felt his tongue like a disobedient eel, nimbly darting between my labia, smooth and powerful. I moaned, "No!" He held me even tighter. The disobedient eel continued to rub against my two pink lips, and I felt like crying with happiness. My voice changed: "No...no..." He, instead, seemed to push his face deeper, his tongue also striving to reach the entrance of my vagina! What was he going to do? He greedily licked and sucked at the entrance. I felt so, so good. Only then did I realize that he was expressing his love for me in this sacred way.

"Oh...oh...I love you...I am yours...forever...really..." I murmured, my voice trembling with tears. I really, really love you! I kept murmuring happily to myself. He sucked on me even harder, as if forgetting the world. My lower body started to hurt from his sucking, and I cried out. He realized he had used too much force and hurt me, so he immediately slowed down. The little mudfish began to caress me again, gently stroking his beloved labia. His endless kisses lingered on the petals, his teeth deliberately brushing lightly against the tender red flesh.

Tense and stimulating. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, so I let him invade me freely, closing my eyes in bliss.

He carefully moved his tongue towards that sensitive little clitoris. He had seen me accidentally touch it earlier, and the jolt I felt like I'd been electrocuted, so he knew he couldn't rush things. Now, under his sucking, I was burning with desire; it was time. His tongue gently moved towards my clitoris, and with each small step forward, I moaned with bliss. I was increasingly unable to control myself, moaning from the bottom of my heart, my cries growing louder and louder. I wanted to scream out this pain; I couldn't take it anymore, I really couldn't take it anymore! My tears, like my love juices, flowed uncontrollably. He finally kissed the most sensitive area of my body; it was so small. Although I was already erect, I was in excruciating pain. My body trembled uncontrollably, screaming his name frantically! His name!!

The gushing fluids soaked his face, which was completely overwhelmed! He pressed down hard on my trembling genitals, kissing them frantically, kissing them… Suddenly, I lost control and jerked back! I finally convulsed!! I collapsed weakly in his hands, letting him suckle frantically, suckle angrily. I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to die! I was willing. I wanted to give him all the strength I had lost. I belonged to him, loved him, my whole body was his! I really loved him so much. I loved him so much. Even if this was my last moment, I wanted him to know!! I lay there, limp, my consciousness filled only with him, only with him!

For a long, long time. He gradually regained his senses, raising his sincere face, flushed and disheveled from the torment of love, breathing heavily in pain, looking deeply into my eyes! We looked at each other wearily. Suddenly, he smiled like a child, his face bearing the marks of the recent storm. I gently brushed the fur off his cheeks, lovingly stroking his face, his eyes, his eyebrows, kissing the small scar on his forehead, his tired face, and his lips that had kissed me countless times… I gently embraced him, held him tight against my chest, nuzzling him, loving him…

[The End]

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