weak man

I am a student majoring in Mechanical and Electrical Engineering at a relatively unknown key university in Beijing. True to my name, I am tall but not imposing, handsome but not dashing. Due to my long-term dedication to China's computer industry (games), I have neglected physical exercise, and possess all the characteristics of IT professionals—thin, nearsighted, and unkempt.

Feifei, Art Design. A beauty. As for how beautiful she is, there's a poem to prove it: Fingers like slender scallions, lips like vermilion, graceful strides, exquisite and unparalleled.

Wenliu, Economics and Management. A talented woman + beauty. The reason I put "talented woman" first is because her skin isn't fair enough, and "beauty" second is because her talent far overshadows her beauty.

My fame in the department is truly due to my very, very accidental 99 on the CT-4 exam. But what excited me even more wasn't the approving glances from teachers and classmates at the awards ceremony, but the 10,000 yuan scholarship given to me by the dean, which allowed me to buy an IBM laptop and sit on my dorm bed to write this article for everyone.

The desire of male students majoring in mechanical and electrical engineering for the beauties in the art department is nothing new, but some say that Feifei pushed this trend to its peak in the Class of 2002.

Because I had to write an erotic novel, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mind and body suffered from moral and ethical condemnation. Unfortunately, the publisher was pressing too hard, and in the past two weeks, more gray hairs appeared on my already thin head.

The previous chapter on love couldn't be finished—in the middle of the night, Feifei called our dorm, coaxing me to fix her computer in a sweet, coquettish voice. Wumo warned me that this was a complete trap of gentle persuasion. "You've been watching too much porn," I retorted, grabbing a Russian-modified XP and heading off. "A hero departs, never to return!" the eldest sighed before locking the door.

Feifei lived off-campus in a white-collar apartment complex; I wandered around the neighborhood for ages without finding her. Luckily, Feifei called the security guard and led me to the 7th floor. Feeling flustered, I flattered her, "Sister Song, you're truly a discerning person; even the floor you choose is so particular." "Hehe," Feifei chuckled, "Have a seat, I'll make you a cup of coffee, want some sugar?" "Add some energy drinks—" I plopped down in the swivel chair, thinking, "Damn, when I'm rich, I want to buy one of these massage chairs and enjoy myself!" I started to berate myself for being so envious of the wealthy.

"Nestlé or Black Granules?" Feifei's voice came from the living room. "Nestlé, I reinstalled the system for you!"

This was my signature move, as I'm known as the "C Prince."

Feifei came in with the coffee and, seeing the blue screen of the computer on the table, hurriedly asked, "What happened?!" Then she complained, "Brother, my laptop is broken!" "Ah—" I exclaimed in surprise, quickly trying to stop the formatting process, but accidentally spilled coffee on Feifei's pristine white nightgown. Feifei's face tightened, she put her hands on her hips, and with a half-smile, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, she scolded: "You did that on purpose?!" The progress bar reached its end... "Pengpeng, where's my computer?" I returned to the study room and, finding my computer gone, frantically asked my third brother, who was also studying there. "

Your girlfriend borrowed it." Although no one knew exactly what happened that night, everyone assumed Feifei was my girlfriend afterward.

My expression of fainting on the spot proved that nothing had actually happened that night.

"When? Where did you borrow it?" I asked, clinging to my last hope. "

When you went out to eat, to the girls' dormitory, right?" I completely fainted.

I rushed into the girls' dormitory. "Ah—!" This elicited several screams.

Afterward, my sharp-eyed third brother told me: "Based on my years of experience, the way Shanshan used her thumb and middle finger was clearly pressing ALTF 4.?? Duh—just look at the recent documents, and you'll know!" I suddenly realized.

"No, don't misunderstand," I waved my hand vigorously, indicating that it was absolutely an accident and I was really sorry. Feifei, while waving her nightgown, scolded me, "You've gotten me all wet..." "This—," I could only repeat "I'm sorry," lost in thought as I bent down to pick up the cup. "I'll go get the mop!" When I returned from the bathroom with the mop, Feifei had changed into a thin nightgown. Seeing me come in, she quickly waved at me, "Come here—" "What's up?" Feifei turned around, her back to me, "Here!" "No way?!"

I thought to myself. Although I knew my handsomeness had made many girls swoon, I never imagined that the most beautiful girl in the art department would be so direct! Suddenly overwhelmed by pride, my heart raced, my head throbbed, and I reached out to hug Feifei's slender waist. "

What are you doing?!" Feifei suddenly sensed something was wrong, broke free from my arms, and jumped several feet away. He yelled at me, still lost in thought, "Brother, I asked you to help me button up my shirt!" I was stunned. I slumped back into the massage chair.

Feifei buttoned up his shirt, lowered his head, and remained quiet for a moment before cautiously approaching again: "

What are you thinking about? Hurry up and fix my computer." He turned and handed me the laptop from the bedside table.

I remained seated, and after a long pause, I stood up and waved my hand, saying, "My mind is in turmoil; I can't think of anything else!" "Haha—" Feifei laughed loudly, "You idiot!" He immediately pretended to be anxious and said, "The situation is urgent; I implore you to make a quick decision!" I fiddled with the laptop, then suddenly looked up and saw Feifei sitting on the bedside table, eating an apple and looking at me with what seemed like tender affection. Our eyes met, and Feifei avoided my gaze, looking down at a magazine.

I couldn't contain myself any longer and jumped up, "Give me an apple to eat!" Feifei cut the apple into pieces and put them on a plate, eating them with a toothpick. "Feifei, you look so pretty today," I said, poking the apple. Feifei glared at me, "Hehe, really?!" I successfully poked the apple and casually said, "Yes!" Feifei was intrigued, "Then who's prettier, me or Wenliu?" My secret crush on Wenliu was common knowledge in the boys' dormitory, so since Feifei asked, I frankly said, "Nonsense. Of course you're prettier." I said, holding out a toothpick, "Here, let me poke another piece!" Feifei pulled the plate away, "Liar! No way!" It was past 1 a.m. when the computer was fixed. Feifei looked at the clock on the wall, stretched, and exclaimed, "Wow, wow—it's so late, do I dare go back?" "No way!" I pulled back the curtains and looked outside. The streetlights in the neighborhood were still on. The quiet night made the alley look eerie, and besides, the dormitory was probably already locked. "Well—," Feifei hesitated for a second, "I'll stay here!" "Stay here?!"—I deliberately pointed to Feifei's large bed, squinting and drawing out the words. Feifei noticed me staring at her again, quickly pulled the blanket over her chest, and pointed to the bedroom door, saying, "You sleep in the living room." I didn't say anything, grabbed my coat, and headed for the door. I'd only taken five steps when Feifei grabbed me from behind, "Hehe, just kidding!" "How can I let a guest sleep in the living room?" "Hehe," I turned around with a sly smile, tossing my coat to the foot of the bed, "Then I'll… be more…" Feifei seemed a little regretful, asking with difficulty, "What if there's a baby?" I was speechless.

Feifei laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

As I climbed up, holding onto the foot of the bed, I quickly pulled an unopened CCTV-1 TV from my pocket, "It's okay, I brought this!" Of course, that was impossible.

As for Wen Liu's appearance, like Cao Cao's actions, it remains a highly controversial topic to this day. Some say she's a female Venus without her arms (is Venus male or female? If she's female, then forget about her), others say: "Pshaw, dark skin and small breasts..." Only the eldest brother is impartial and honest: "To be honest, a beauty with great presence!" To me, to borrow a phrase from Ma Che'er, there are only two kinds of beauties in the world: one kind can make a man risk his life for her, and the other kind can make a man sell his soul for her. Wen Liu is the other kind.

Because of this, I've always only dared to admire her from afar, never daring to approach. Each time, I would quietly sit at a desk a few rows away from her to study, and a whole semester passed in the blink of an eye.

As soon as my alarm rang at 7:15, I quickly put down my copy of "The Fragrant Sword and Rain" and picked up "Principles of Machinery," pretending to study it. At 7:20, Wen Liu arrived on time. Unlike usual, she was accompanied by a tall, chubby boy. Upon closer inspection, wow! He looked incredibly smug. The most disgusting thing was the thick, tangled beard covering his fleshy face.

The two sat down and continued chatting. I read my book while eavesdropping. Unbelievable! I'd never seen such shameless people. They were talking about joining the Party, and this fatso was actually an activist. What's that called again?

Right, a "thought report." Using this method to get close to a beautiful girl is an insult to the Party.

In the summer, I go swimming at the school swimming pool every day. It's my only sport.

Nothing is greater than the Party's kindness, nothing is deeper than class friendship. "Nothing is better than socialism, and nothing is dearer than Chairman Mao..." I quickly put down my chopsticks. "Hey—you rascal—what are you doing?" I almost dropped my phone. A burst of laughter came from the other end of the line. "

Eating." "Sister Song, what's up?" I picked up the phone and teased, "Your computer broke again?!" "Go to hell!" Feifei seemed to slap the table. "Swimming, wanna go?" "Go...uh?" "Who's treating?" "What are you looking at?" Feifei slapped me. Luckily, I was quick-witted and dodged the blow. I drooled, ready to be a little lewd. "Damn! So beautiful! Let me see, is this one of those bikinis?" Feifei, usually so carefree, was naturally a little uncomfortable standing in front of a guy who covered less than 20% of her body and being stared at so intently. She turned and jumped into the pool with a thud.

"Ah—help! I can't swim!" I imagined Feifei jumping in only to realize she couldn't swim, and then, in that critical moment, a hero saving her.

Feifei not only could swim, but she had received formal swimming training. After two rounds of competition, she and I, a child who grew up in ponds, were evenly matched. A draw? No, let's play another round.

Feifei stubbornly insisted, "I'm going to beat you!" I gritted my teeth, "Bring it on, I'm not afraid of you!" "Why are you letting me win?" "Sigh! I really did my best. Sister Song is a rising star in the sports world!" The first part was true; due to a long-term lack of physical exercise, I was exhausted after the first two rounds. Using the truth to conceal the truth made it seem like I was really letting her win.

Feifei fell for it. She clasped her hands and smiled, "Thank you for letting me win." "Hehe, what do you want to drink?" "Cola! Do you want MSG?" The middle section, "The Chapter of Love," says the same thing as the book: women are afraid of light. Sure enough, once the lights were off, Feifei became more talkative. "XX, tell me the truth. Do you really like Wen Liu?" Following the book's advice, I didn't speak, but simply turned around and pulled Feifei into my arms. "Don't overthink it, go to sleep early. You have class tomorrow!" A delicate fragrance instantly wafted into my nostrils; only then did I truly understand what it meant to be surrounded by a warm, soft body. No, to be precise, it wasn't a delicate fragrance, but a woman's natural scent—a subtle blend of perfume, making it lingering and ethereal. Feifei pretended to struggle a few times, "XX, don't do this. No—" But her voice was barely audible, as if she was just trying to reassure herself that the boy had initiated it, and she had already resisted. But even these few struggles made me somewhat restless and agitated. The main reason was that she wasn't struggling with her hands, but with her breasts.

That surging, undulating feeling made me involuntarily move my left hand to caress them. I gently massaged the base of Feifei's breasts with my thumb and middle finger, then my index finger… oh dear, I was supposed to stimulate her nipples, but I suddenly realized her bra wasn't undone. Luckily, it was just buttons; I just gave it a light tug with my right hand, and it was done. "

Feifei," I whispered, brushing aside her long, flowing hair with the tip of my nose, and bringing my lips close to her ear. "I love you, you're so beautiful." According to the book, a woman's earlobes are also sensitive areas, and a man's breath is the best stimulation. Coupled with our sweet whispers, Feifei's breathing became heavy and long

. Suddenly, I felt something moving on my back. I felt it closely and realized it was Feifei's hands, tightly wrapped around my back. I unconsciously increased the pressure of my massage and increased the frequency of my index finger's movements. "Kiss me—," a faint voice mixed with trembling breaths reached my ears. Heh, how could I forget something so important? I stuck out my tongue and gently licked Feifei's earlobe, slowly moving it towards her cheek.

Ah—, just as my tongue brushed against her earlobe, Feifei couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

I was secretly delighted and continued to slowly move my tongue. Sometimes I would lightly lick with the tip of my tongue, sometimes I would kiss her deeply with my lips, from her earlobe to her neck, and then to her cheeks. Feifei's face was as soft as an egg yolk, as if it would break with the slightest lick. Yet it was also burning hot. Although I couldn't see her flushed cheeks in the darkness, I could feel her heat through my lips.

Kiss… before Feifei could finish speaking, her lips were already sealed by mine. I'm not good with words, I only know how to press my lips tightly against Feifei's lips and suckle vigorously. Suddenly I felt a fragrance carrying the moisture of her body soaking my lips—Feifei had extended her tongue. I thought to myself, I didn't expect this little beauty to be so skilled. I quickly opened my mouth to meet hers. Feifei's tongue was as playful as she was, and once it was in my mouth, it intertwined with mine, like a pair of childhood sweethearts playing in a burning mouth.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Feifei's breathing became heavier, and her hands, which had been wrapped around my waist, tightened their grip on me. At this point, I had rolled over and was on top of her, but not completely pressing down on her; my entire weight was supported by my right hand. Then, with a strong pull, I pressed myself against her.

Now, I could feel the softness and warmth of her breasts more acutely against my chest. Without further ado, I lifted my right leg, easily separating Feifei's legs with my knee, and pressed my pelvis under her lower abdomen. My lips continued to move between her cheeks and neck,

while my right hand began to move down from her breasts. My right leg wasn't idle either; through the movement of my waist back and forth and side to side, my pelvis was giving her the best massage. Before my right hand could even reach her lower abdomen, "Ah—ah—," Feifei suddenly seemed to cry out in a trembling voice, as if she couldn't control herself. Her arms, which had been tightly wrapped around my back, suddenly loosened. "Mmm—mmm…," came two more trembling sounds, and Feifei's abdomen heaved upwards twice. A few seconds later, Feifei let out a long sigh, calming down, but then started panting heavily.

I was initially startled, but then it dawned on me.

My pupils were dilated enough to see Feifei's beautiful face. I brought my lips to her ear, trying to make my voice sound mature and serious, "Feifei, I love you." Feifei still had her eyes closed, quietly wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my shoulder: "Me too." "You came?" "Go to hell—" Feifei rolled up the blanket and ignored me.

I hugged Feifei from behind, and she obediently fell into my arms. I ran my fingers through Feifei's hair with my right hand; it was as smooth as silk. I love women with long, flowing hair, and a large part of my attraction to Feifei came from her hair. Feifei ran her fingers through my left hand, one, two, three, four, five. Then she clapped her hands and said: "Hehe, good, exactly five!" "Hmph—childish!" I pulled my left hand away. "Are you still young?" After thinking for a moment, I hugged her again. "By the way, Feifei, did you finish your calculus?" "Hehe," Feifei smiled sweetly, her eyes less proud than usual and more gentle. "I still haven't finished that triple integral problem." "Okay, let me copy it tomorrow!" I said, excitedly kissing her again. "

Sure!" Feifei thought for a moment, then imitated two feet walking back and forth on my back with her index and middle fingers. "But... but what?" I asked quickly. "

Say you love me!" Feifei didn't finish her sentence before hiding her face behind my shoulder again. "

What are you laughing at?" I chuckled, and Feifei, seeing my lewd smile, gave me a light tap.

Love isn't something you say. "Ah—!" Feifei screamed, and I pinned her down again.

After another round of caresses in the next chapter of the erotic saga, seeing that Feifei was getting into the swing of things, and having thoroughly explored the terrain, the next move was naturally a breeze. In less than half a minute, I had conquered Feifei's nightgown and bra.

Feifei's body was soft and smooth; wherever my lips touched, it was like flawless jade. Even my fair hands felt rough, yearning yet reluctant to touch, afraid of scratching this perfection. Her full yet curvaceous body was a masterpiece that even Nuwa would be proud of, making me unable to resist licking it several times with the tip of my tongue. The fragrance mixed with a hint of saltiness—perhaps this was the feeling of being drenched in fragrant sweat?

My left hand caressed her black silk anime panties, while my right hand massaged her breasts. Feifei moaned continuously, her body occasionally struggling from pleasure. "XX, no..." Feifei muttered to herself, her right hand involuntarily pressing down on my right hand as I was about to pull down her panties.

I gently pushed her hand away, repeating "I love you, Feifei..." with my left hand, gently lifting her waist. Under the bombardment of sweet words, I easily lifted her waist and gently pulled her panties down to her knees. Because she had just ejaculated, her panties were soaked, sticky, and carrying Feifei's unique feminine scent. I wanted to tease her a little more, but seeing her tightly closed eyes and bitten lips, I suddenly felt a little cruel and couldn't bear it.

Gently parting the sparse pubic hair, I suddenly saw a babbling brook. Yes, it's no exaggeration to say that beneath her soft lips, a brook was already flowing. I pressed my middle finger against the stream, intending to block the gentle flow, but in that instant, Feifei trembled again, followed by even louder moans. I was surprised by Feifei's sensitivity and secretly rejoiced. My index and ring fingers joined in, gently pinching her lips and rubbing them up and down and side to side.

It turned out Feifei had been suppressing her moans. Now, her moans were unrestrained, mixed with cries of "No, xx—no…" Such lewd moans almost made me lose control. Each struggle and upward thrust of her slender waist posed a great challenge to my humanity. Like a pearl appearing at the bend in the stream, I lightly touched it with my index finger, marveling at how fitting the ancients were to name it after a pearl.

The moment I touched the pearl, Feifei's entire body reacted violently again, making me want to touch it again, another struggle that aroused me. But the most wonderful thing was that the already babbling brook suddenly surged with a spring tide. This surge of spring tide even wet my entire right hand.

Unable to contain my excitement, I boldly moved my right middle finger to Feifei's nose. "Feifei, your scent." At this moment, Feifei seemed completely immersed in love, no longer playfully arguing as usual, but instead timidly pleading, "Mmm, no…no—" Her hands tightly embraced my waist. But this embrace was different—Feifei held me tightly, twisting her body back and forth, her nipples playfully scratching my chest; as she swayed her slender waist from side to side, her mons pubis rubbed against my penis through my underwear.

In my intense excitement, I couldn't tell whose fluid was on my damp underwear; I only felt my lower body involuntarily swelling. Damn it, I suddenly realized the danger and gently shook her. Feifei stopped shaking, but her mons pubis was still pressed tightly against my underwear. I quickly propped myself up on my knees, and Feifei's waist involuntarily arched, rubbing against me a few more times. I freed one hand to massage her breasts, whispering to her, "Do you have condom?" "What?" Feifei didn't understand. "

It's sanitary napkins." I was too embarrassed to say it directly.

Oh, Feifei is indeed very clever. She slapped me lightly. How could I have such a thing? "Well—" I hesitated for a moment. "I'll go buy some!" Feifei hugged me tightly: "It's so late, don't go out and wander around!" I didn't expect the little girl to be so considerate, and of course I couldn't bear to hurt her.

"What?" I was a little surprised.

Feifei's eyes seemed to think I was making a fuss. "A bath together!" "No way!" "I'm still a little curious, they dare to go to a public bathroom?" "Yeah!" Feifei waved her hand and said, "It's disgusting!"

"Ah—" Before she could finish speaking, I picked Feifei up in my arms. I carried Feifei straight into the living room.

The living room lights were still on. Feifei always turned off the lights when we were together. Now, appearing naked under the light, Feifei quickly hid her face in my chest. She was pounding my back with her hands, "XX, what are you doing? Let me go, quick—" I carried Feifei into the bathroom and closed the door. Feifei stood naked in front of me, her face flushed. I reached out and turned on the shower, and hot water sprayed from the showerhead. Feifei didn't want me to see her, or rather, she didn't want me to see her. Soon, we were both soaking wet. It

was also the first time I had seen Feifei's whole body. In short: she was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from clear water, so incredibly tempting. Her high, rounded breasts, her alluring mounds, her smooth body, her fair, delicate legs, her moist, plump buttocks, and her raised vulva, all reflected in the steam and water droplets, made her look as beautiful and mysterious as a fairy from a goddess mountain.

I applied shower gel to my chest, then hugged Feifei and began to rub her up and down. I don't know if it was the visual stimulation or the lubrication of the shower gel, but this friction was even more intoxicating. Feifei's firm yet soft breasts had captivated me countless times, and this time, caressing them through the thin layer of shower gel, they felt even smoother and more delicate.

Looking up at Feifei again, I saw that she was already caught in a vortex of pleasure. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, letting the sensation spread throughout her body. From her chest down, her lower abdomen, her thighs... all were covered in shower gel. Gently rubbing, occasionally pinching, Feifei would twitch and struggle, letting out a seductive moan. With the help of the lubricant, my hand easily slipped between Feifei's tightly closed legs, and with a little force, the beautiful scenery of her inner thighs was fully revealed. I squatted down, hugged one of Feifei's jade-like legs, and rubbed my palms against her labia.

Feifei was sexually sensitive and couldn't withstand this stimulation. First, her legs trembled, then she couldn't stand up anymore, her knees buckled, and she would have fallen to her knees if I hadn't caught her in time. But I didn't stop. With the help of her vaginal lubrication and the foam from the shower gel, I inserted my index and middle fingers straight into Feifei's vagina. Feifei's vagina was very tight, and the tender flesh inside was still constantly contracting and releasing vaginal lubrication, washing away the foam.

The goal this time was to bring her to orgasm with my fingers. To make it easier, I lifted one of Feifei's legs and placed it on the sink, a tabular position that looked even more lewd. I suddenly realized how wicked I was; the more lewd the posture, the more excited I became.

Never mind, it's all because of porn. The most important thing now is to give Feifei several orgasms. Thinking this, the movements of my two fingers unconsciously became larger. Feifei's vagina wasn't deep; my middle finger could touch her pubic bone after entering two and a half joints. Even more fortunately, Feifei is the type of woman who has a G-spot. Just a light press of my finger there, and Feifei would tremble uncontrollably.

I stirred two fingers inside her acupoint a few times, then withdrew my index finger and began my assault on her G-spot. Unexpectedly, the moment my middle finger pressed upwards, Feifei went completely limp.

"Ah—xx…", Feifei let out a soft moan, a plea for mercy. But this time, I wasn't going to let her go; I wanted to completely immerse her in the ocean of love. I straightened her up, and my middle finger began rubbing her G-spot back and forth at a speed of 0.2 Hz. "Ah, ah…", Feifei completely collapsed onto me, seemingly using her last strength to hold onto my blanket. At this moment, I reached my left hand from behind under Feifei's crotch to support her entire weight; otherwise, she would have already collapsed to the ground.

The frequency of my middle finger increased steadily: 0.2 Hz, 0.5 Hz, 0.81 Hz, 2 Hz… My thumb also began rhythmically massaging my vulva. Feifei's moans finally turned into pleas for mercy, and her vagina began to contract violently, seemingly unable to accommodate even a middle finger. The second knuckle was so tightly gripped that I had to stop rubbing and switch to an IO motion. When the violent contractions eased slightly, Feifei's pleas for mercy turned back into moans, and the G-spot rubbing began again.

This time, it started at a frequency of 2 Hz. Feifei's moans, which had just eased, became heavy again. By this time, her right leg was already curled up off the ground, and all her weight was entirely on my left hand and the sink. Therefore, my middle finger went even deeper, and her labia had even swallowed half of my palm into her vagina. In less than two minutes, another orgasm came. In addition to the usual contractions and cries, I also felt a surge of heat flowing into my fingers. But due to the tightness of her vagina and the insertion of half a hand, the seeping love fluid was completely concentrated inside.

Feifei screamed, "XX, stop! I need to, I need to..." I understood; Feifei meant she needed to pee. I slowly pulled my hand out, and with a splash, the love fluid gushed from her vaginal opening. Feifei seemed to relax a little, panting heavily. Her usual innocence was hard to find in her dazed eyes. I gently placed her in the bathtub. "Feifei, how about one more time?" "No—!" Feifei screamed. I reached out and spread her legs apart again. Cruel? No, because when Feifei answered this question, she covered her eyes with her hands instead of hugging her legs. But this time, I would try even harder.

Using buoyancy, I gently lifted Feifei up with my legs. We faced each other, she sat on my lap, her legs dangling on either side of the bathtub. This position was truly lewd, and my penis involuntarily pressed against her back again. With her back against one end of the bathtub, I could free my left hand to massage her breasts. Stimulated by the combined stimulation of her breasts, nipples, and G-spot, Feifei quickly reached her third orgasm. Before the darkness, I didn't slow down but instead increased the frequency of friction. I

accidentally discovered that Feifei was actually rubbing her other breast with one hand, and putting the other hand in her mouth. Ah… xx, no… it hurts… no… Two minutes later, as Feifei trembled and reached her third orgasm, her hands began to grab wildly, eventually digging deep into the flesh of my thighs. This time, the result was Feifei's squirting, although it was partly aided by my two fingers, the vaginal fluid did indeed spray out, covering my chest.

I carried her back to bed.
[The End]

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