[A racy and bizarre experience in an internet cafe]

A Bizarre and Alluring Experience at an Internet Cafe

Lately, I was so bored surfing the internet at home that I finally found an opportunity to go to an internet cafe.

The cafe was called "Flying Snow." It didn't have many computers, but it had sofas. This was

undoubtedly a comfortable place to play; if I got tired or sleepy, I could take a good rest.

As usual, I found a sofa and started playing on the computer. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was

dusk. I didn't plan to go home; I'd finally been able to go out and have some fun, so I decided to spend the night at the internet cafe. At that

moment, a beautiful girl sat down next to me. She was wearing a white top and jeans, and had a

great figure; I especially loved her full breasts. Her eyes were bright, her demeanor elegant, and her voice was as melodious as a cheerful

nightingale . Although she wasn't the kind of stunning beauty who could captivate anyone, she was enough

to mesmerize me. I really wanted to talk to her, but although we were both online, we were playing

different games, and I couldn't find a good reason or excuse to strike up a conversation.

I waited, and soon I got an opportunity to approach her. Because she used the 5-stroke input method for chatting,

anyone who's used it knows that at some point, you'll always run out of one or two characters. I saw her delicate,

crescent-shaped eyebrows furrow, her eyes sweeping around before finally settling on me. Of course, I knew what was coming,

so I quickly turned my head away, pretending not to notice her.

Sure enough, she said to me, "Can you type this character for me?"

I laughed, "You've come to the right person for typing! If you can name a character, I can type it

."

She pouted her cute lips, "Okay, enough bragging, just type it for me."

I moved closer to her, ostensibly to help, but actually to get closer; as the distance between us shortened,

I smelled her faint fragrance, making me feel intoxicated. I tapped a few keys, pretending to think

, and finally typed it for her as she wished. She quickly said "thank you" and continued chatting

. I remained quite close to her, showing no intention of moving away, and she didn't seem to mind; in short,

things just continued like this.

As I watched her chat, I tried to strike up a conversation: "Who's this person? You must be close to her. " Without turning her head,

she replied, "Yes, she's my best friend, someone I can talk to about anything."

I chuckled and asked, "So, what do you usually talk about with her?"

She glanced at me sideways and said, "Why are you asking this? It's none of your business!" 　　I asked again, "Do

you have a boyfriend ?" She 　　answered, "Do you think so?" I said, "You're so pretty, if you said you didn't have a boyfriend, I wouldn't believe it even if you killed me. 　　" She said, "Oh, really?!" 　　I pressed further, "Have you two... you know... done it?" 　　I practically whispered in her ear, and she seemed to only now realize the distance between us. She glared at me with her bright eyes: "Whether you've done it or not isn't something you can ask. Let me tell you, my boyfriend 's a fighting maniac. If you don't want to get beaten up, you'd better stay away. 　　" I nonchalantly replied, "Really? Then I'm even less afraid of him. From childhood to adulthood, I've never lost a fight ." 　　She scoffed, "He's 1.80 meters tall! You're so much shorter than him, do you think you can beat him?!" 　　I still brazenly replied, "Haha! I'm not bragging, I've beaten people a head taller than me before. If you don't believe me, just call him over." 　　She turned her head away, "He's busy right now, but I'll definitely get him to beat you up when I get the chance." 　　Our argument came to an end. She was now engrossed in watching a movie, and I gently placed my hand on her long, slender leg. To my excitement, she didn't resist. I thought I hadn't pressed harder, but she still didn't react. I vaguely saw her glance at me out of the corner of her eye. 　　Since she didn't object to me touching her, I naturally placed my hand on her leg and began to stroke it. I believe that if I saw her legs inside her pants, I would suffocate, simply because my sense of touch was just too good right now, and she was still wearing pants. 　　The saying goes, "Having gained one thing, one desires another." After touching her for a while, my hand moved towards her firm breasts. When my fingertips touched her elastic and warm breasts, my heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but want to immediately slip my hand inside . 　　I could clearly feel her body tremble slightly. She pulled back and glared at me, saying, " What do you want to do? I'm warning you, don't do anything rash." 　　I said, "What? Are you uncomfortable with what I'm doing?" 　　She said bluntly, "You'd better stay away from me. If you dare to touch me again, I'll call for help right now. 　　" I adjusted the distance between us, but I still didn't intend to give up on pursuing her. I said, "Don't be like that. Don't you like me at all? Am I any less attractive than your boyfriend?!" 　　She pouted her cute little lips: "Stop being so conceited. Do you think you'd even want to sleep with me?!" 　　I shortened the distance between us a little more and said to her, "It's okay if you don't like me. As long as you like I don't dare ask you to be my girlfriend, but spending one night with me shouldn't be a problem, right?!" 　　She stopped looking at me and said to the computer, "Don't overthink it. I'm not that kind of person. 　　" I said, "Of course I know that, but I really like you. You're so beautiful and gentle. Anyone would love you to death." 　　Haha, it seems she's still a pretty innocent girl. A few words from me have stirred her emotions a little. She looked at me for a while and then stopped talking. I took her cute little hand in mine. She gently pulled away, then gave in. 　　Naturally, I held her hand and we sat on the sofa watching TV. It felt so good. If only we were at home instead of in an internet cafe. My hands were always wandering, touching her all over. She seemed used to it and didn't resist much. 　　Every now and then, the internet cafe owner would come and ask if you were staying all night. I naturally answered, but when he asked her, I held my breath. I was so afraid she would say she was leaving soon. To my surprise , she nodded slightly, which meant I could spend this precious night with her. I was overjoyed.

I almost jumped for joy, but I suppressed my excitement and began to do

what I wanted to do that night.

I gently put my arm around her slender waist; she was thin, but exactly my type. I practically

held this beauty in my arms. I increased the pressure on her thigh, my hand moving directly to her breast. She trembled again

, but without the previous reaction. She simply grabbed my hand with her small one and softly said

, "Don't do this. There are people here. It's not good if they see."

I said, "What are you afraid of? You've always considered me your girlfriend. You can treat me like your boyfriend. If people see us

, they'll think we're lovers. It's not strange for lovers to do this."

As I spoke, I held her tightly in my arms. Holding her soft body, I really didn't want to let go

. The feeling was far more wonderful than I had imagined. She struggled a few times, but finally agreed,

but she begged me not to touch her anymore. She found it hard to accept doing such things in this environment.

Then we went out for a late-night snack. Of course, nothing inappropriate happened, but I felt

embarrassed because she paid for the food. I hadn't expected this and didn't have

any extra cash. I apologized, and she just smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you. It's not too much to treat you this once

. You can treat me next time." I really liked her even more.

Back at the internet cafe, the flutter in my heart hadn't subsided. I was still holding her, but my lips

couldn't help but start kissing her. I cupped her face, kissing her beautiful cheeks, gently touching her

red, petal-like lips with my own. I longed to go deeper, to taste her fragrance. Of course, if

she hadn't stopped me, I think I would have done so. She dodged my lips: "Don't do this, there are so

many people here."

I said, "I don't care, I just like you, and I want to kiss you." She said, "Can we do

it later? There are so many people here, I really don't have the courage to kiss you."

Seeing that she had already gone this far, I didn't press the issue and continued holding her while watching TV. She was genuinely

watching, but I had no interest in watching at all; my attention was entirely focused on the girl in my arms. Seeing

that no one was around, I boldly started touching her. I picked her up and placed her on my lap, slowly stroking

the inside of . After she became somewhat aroused, I boldly touched her private parts. She

tried to stop me, but I quickly said, "Don't be afraid, look, no one's around."

Perhaps she really realized no one could see us, because she stopped resisting. I loosened her belt and

slipped my hand inside her clothes. Her lower abdomen was so smooth; I realized I almost couldn't help but

moan. She buried her face in my chest, and I heard her breathing quicken. My hand began to move

upwards, and her hands gripped my clothes tightly. Based on her reaction, I was certain she was a virgin,

so I teased her even more. My hand was already touching her breasts through her bra, kneading them forcefully. She couldn't help but

let out a low moan, and her breathing became much more rapid.

My hand slipped inside, this time touching her real skin. Her body trembled, and she softly moaned, "

No, no, don't."

How could I not want it? In fact, I wanted it very much. Her breasts were more elastic and

smoother , and her nipples had become erect under my caresses. This reaction undoubtedly gave me intense pleasure,

and my desire was already burning. I continued to caress her, and she leaned against me, letting out heavy breaths and comfortable

moans, silently savoring the pleasure I was giving her.

I moved my hand downwards again, gradually advancing towards her genitals, and I also told her what I was going to do

next . She didn't respond, but simply changed her position to make herself more comfortable,

so that I could better achieve my desire. Her beauty and gentleness captivated me, and I recklessly reached down to her lower body.

My hand slipped under her panties, touching her soft labia. Her reaction was obvious; she involuntarily

flinched. I continued to caress her, arousing her desire. Just as she was entering a state of ecstasy, I suddenly

noticed a figure approaching us. I quickly withdrew my hand and covered her with her clothes. She paused slightly,

feeling empty and uncomfortable from my sudden stop. She blinked at

me and said softly, "What's wrong?"

I was filled with regret and sadness, but I could only give her a bright smile: "Nothing, someone's here." She

just said "Oh."

It was the internet cafe owner, coming to collect the money and give us blankets. He chuckled, looked at us

, and said, "It's cold tonight, make sure you're covered up properly, don't catch a cold." He probably vaguely guessed what was going on,

but didn't say anything. After taking the money, he left immediately.

I gave her the blanket, and she took a corner and silently watched TV, placing it on her lap. I sighed inwardly,

but still smiled and hugged her.

Suddenly, the lights in the internet cafe dimmed; all the main lights went out, and

we couldn't see each other. I'm a regular here and know the lights go out after 1 a.m., but she

seemed a little surprised and asked, "Why is it so dark?"

I said, "Nothing, it's the usual." Actually, this was a great thing for me; in the dark, I

could do what I wanted with her.

I watched TV with her for a while, and slowly, my arms tightened around her again. She looked at me,

breathing . Without hesitation, I kissed her lips, savoring her taste. We kissed passionately for a long time, and then my hands

began to undress her. She pressed my hands down and whispered, "There are people here, don't take everything off." I replied,

"Okay." I unbuttoned her clothes, lifted them, and began to caress her breasts. Her joyful

breaths and soft moans, her delicate body undulating under my caresses, filled me with arousal. Trembling, I reached for her

lower abdomen, unbuckled her belt completely, and pulled down her pants. She reached out and pulled me back; I had intended to pull them all the way

down, but I yielded and only pulled them down to her knees.

Suddenly, this beautiful girl beside me reached out and turned off the only light source—the computer monitor—

leaving us in complete darkness. I took her hand and said, "What, do you prefer it as dark as possible?"

She shook her head in the darkness: "No, there are just some secrets I don't want others to know."

I didn't care about what she said. Girls inevitably have things they don't want others to know. My goal

was to have a one-night stand with her, not to uncover her secrets, so I didn't turn on the lights again. I reached

over and pulled down her panties, then began to caress those long, alluring legs. Because she was

curled up, it was a little difficult to caress them freely. She seemed to understand, so she moved to one end

of the sofa I sat at the other end, and she stretched out her long, beautiful legs as much as possible, her back pressed against the wall.

I placed her legs on mine, and my hands began to caress her smooth, elastic skin. I also occasionally touched

the inside of her thighs, making her gasp and moan softly. Her sounds weren't loud, but they were enough to stimulate me, increasing the strength of my

touch . I caressed her from bottom to top, rubbing and caressing her until she was completely lost in passion. I removed her coat,

then her sweater, leaving her only in her thin underwear. I pressed my face against her chest, kissing her white

breasts , making her nipples erect and eliciting soft moans from her dazed state. Finding her

pants in the way, I pulled them off as well, leaving her almost naked. It was quite cold,

even in an internet cafe, and one could easily catch a chill if not careful. But, burning with desire, neither of us felt

the cold. I removed all barriers between us and embraced her

warm body, kissing her legs. Inadvertently, my hand touched a rough spot on her right leg,

uneven and covered in hard, old scars. This seemed to be a secret she didn't want me to know.

Girls are all concerned with their appearance, and such a scar was an indelible shadow in her heart; she certainly

didn't want anyone to know.

My lust was still burning, and I didn't care about such things at all. Who is

perfect Everyone has flaws. What I value most is whether someone has flaws in their heart.

I pulled her onto my lap, leaned her against the wall, spread her legs, and inserted my throbbing penis into

her vagina. She was already wet, so it went in easily. She

groaned and opened her eyes to look at me. I held her waist with both hands and began to move my body against her.

She seemed to be no longer the virgin I had imagined; she actually knew how to respond to me. It felt so good for both of us.

She continued to groan softly, and gradually I knew she was trying her best to control herself

and not cry out. I could clearly feel her breathing and movements becoming

more intense than ever before we were together. Her vagina was getting warmer and wetter. She leaned towards me, gripped my arms tightly, and bit my chest

to keep herself from crying out. I felt pain, but it was a sweet kind of pain, which

made me quicken my movements. My pleasure reached its peak, and in its final struggle, my desire finally

collapsed—I ejaculated inside her, a lot more than usual.

After ejaculating, I didn't stop immediately, but continued to move slowly inside her until her breathing calmed down.

Her face was flushed and very beautiful; I really liked it. I picked up the blanket that had fallen to the floor and

covered us both, then turned on the computer and put on some of her favorite TV shows. I just

sat there in , feeling so comfortable. She didn't seem to want to put on any clothes, so it seemed

she had a lot of experience in this area.

I laughed and asked her, "Why did you pretend so well before we did it?"

She pretended to be confused: "What did I pretend to be?!"

I said, "You pretended to know nothing about this before, how come you know about men's preferences now?"

She pouted: "How should I know! Don't wrong an innocent person!!"

I pinched her nose: "Are you an innocent person?"

She said, "Am I not?"

I pinched her little nose again: "If you're a good person, there are no bad people in this world."

She said "Oh": "So you think I'm a bad person? Then you shouldn't like me!"

But I hugged her tightly: "I like you!"

She smiled: "Me too!"

I quickly felt the desire burning between us again, and I started kissing her incessantly, her face, ears, lips,

neck, leaving no spot untouched.

As I bit her rounded earlobe, I said: "You little liar, if you didn't know men have a second sexual desire,

wouldn't you have gotten dressed right away? You can lie to others, but not to me."

She pouted again: "I didn't, how would I know?"

Her coquettish appearance was extremely cute, and I quickly sealed her lips with mine, entwining with her. I pressed her down on

the sofa and buried my head in her breasts. She was still moaning softly, her body only yielding to me. Her

desire was only hidden, not subsided, and soon she became even more aroused than me. She gasped, gripping my hand,

and whispered, "I'll climax this time."

I stopped and asked, "So what?!"

She said, "There are other people here. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will scream. It wouldn't be good if they knew."

I said, "So what? It's not like what we do is shameful."

She said, "No! You should think about me too. Let's not let anyone know about this, okay?"

From the time we met until now, she hadn't asked me to agree to anything. Since she made this request,

how refuse? I nodded to her and said, "But I still want you to finish this with me. If you really

climax, I'll cover you with the blanket, and then everything will be fine."

She finally agreed, spreading her legs and sitting on me. I positioned her so her back was against the wall, and then I

began my assault. She placed her hands on my shoulders, twisting her body to enjoy the pleasure I was giving her. Her originally

beautiful face was now filled with a dazed expression, making her look exceptionally alluring to me. My desire had already been satisfied

once , and my body wasn't as sensitive anymore, so I could see her dazed state clearly. As my

movements quickened and intensified, her moans grew louder. I watched her soft, sweet cries, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps,

feeling proud of my conquest. I leaned in and kissed her face and lips. She opened her eyes and looked at

me, her eyes burning with desire. Her warm breath felt so good on my face. She

intertwined our fingers and closed her eyes again, savoring the moment.

We made love for about 30 minutes, and she was close to climax. I could clearly feel her vagina...

Her vagina was contracting, gripping my hand tightly, and her beautiful, seductive moans could no longer be contained. I sensed

something was wrong, and quickly used both hands to pull her down onto the sofa, pulling the blanket over us

. She was still moaning under the blanket, but my actions clearly brought her back to her senses. To

bring her to orgasm quickly, I began to thrust into her fiercely, my hands also kneading her breasts vigorously, causing

her to cry out in pain. Now that her voice was drowned out, I no longer cared; let her moan,

I would do what I wanted. Her cries were extremely stimulating to my senses, and I almost collapsed under their influence.

But I had enough self-control and stamina to bring her to orgasm. Now she lay beneath me, and I arched

my back , thrusting into her again and again. She no longer held back her moans,

crying out genuinely beneath me, her arms wrapped around my body. In my dazed state, I didn't know when her body began

to tremble violently. She kept thrusting her lower body towards me, her vagina becoming wetter than ever before. Finally, she cried out

, a frenzied orgasm arriving, her hands gripping my back tightly. I, too, rushed towards her, climbing

the peak of pleasure with her…

After the climax, we were filled with endless satisfaction and exhaustion. We dressed one by one and

sat together in bed. We smiled at each other, believing this wonderful encounter would be unforgettable

.

I whispered in her ear: "What's your name?"

She smiled: "It's better you don't know."

I asked her again: "Where do you live? What's your phone number?"

Facing my expectant gaze, she shook her head: "I won't tell you.

" I couldn't understand: "Why?!"

She replied: "I have a boyfriend. Although we've had some arguments recently, we haven't broken up yet

. I'm already satisfied with just knowing you. Besides, didn't you initially only want one night with me

?"

Those words were just something I made up on the spot. Now that I've tasted her goodness, how can I let

go ? I thought of the computer; she has QQ. As long as I know her QQ number, I won't have to worry about contacting her in the future

. I reached out and grabbed the mouse. She seemed to know what I was going to do. She pressed down, and all I

saw was a black screen, then nothing.

I looked at her silently. She avoided my gaze and said softly, "Remember, don't contact me again."

I felt a pang of sadness, thinking about how soon we would be separated, that we would never have

the chance , and that her beautiful image would forever remain in my heart. I smiled bitterly at her: "I will never forget you.

" She said softly, "Me too." This night's experience was enough for me to remember.

I made a final struggle, grabbing her hand and saying, "Please don't leave me with nothing. I just want

us to be able to see each other again, even as friends."

She smiled at me, but I couldn't read the meaning in her smile. She said, "I'm destined not to be your

girlfriend , and being friends is even more impossible. Your sadness is my sadness, isn't it?"

No matter how reluctant and sad I was, our impending separation was a done deal. There's a saying

: "It's best to part amicably." Since it had come to this, I could only silently wish her well.

In the last few hours, we sat together, embracing each other, until dawn. When it was time to leave, I offered to see her off, and

she agreed.

Holding her hand, we walked down the street, watching the flow of people. Finally, I saw her onto the bus, waving goodbye.

At that moment, I realized I'd been incredibly bored staying home all evening, so I took the opportunity to go to an internet

cafe .

The cafe was called "Flying Snow." It didn't have many computers, but it had sofa seats. This was

undoubtedly a comfortable place to play; if I got tired or sleepy, I could rest properly.

As usual, I found a sofa seat and started playing on the computer. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was

dusk. I didn't plan to go home. I'd finally managed to get out and have some fun; I'd spend the night at the internet cafe. Just

then, a beautiful girl sat down next to me. She was wearing a white top and jeans, and had a

great figure; I especially loved her full breasts. Her eyes were bright, her demeanor elegant, and her voice was as melodious as a cheerful

nightingale's . Although she wasn't the kind of stunning beauty who could captivate anyone, she was enough

to mesmerize me. I really wanted to talk to her, but although we were both online, we were doing

different things, and I couldn't find a good reason or excuse to strike up a conversation.

I waited, and soon I got a chance to approach her. Since she was using the 5-stroke input method,

as anyone who's used it knows, there's always a chance you won't be able to type one or two characters. I saw her delicate

eyebrows furrow, her eyes scanning the surroundings before finally settling on me. Of course, I knew what was going to happen,

so I quickly turned my head away, pretending not to notice her.

Sure enough, she said to me: "Can you type this character for me?"

I laughed and said: "You've come to the right person with your typing needs. As long as you can name it, I can type it

."

She pouted her cute lips: "Okay, stop bragging, just type it out for me."

I moved closer to her, ostensibly to help her, but actually to get closer; as the distance between us shortened,

I smelled her faint fragrance, making me feel intoxicated. I tapped a few keys, pretending to think

, and finally typed it out for her as she wished. She quickly said "thank you" and continued her chat

. I was still very close to her, showing no intention of moving away, and she didn't seem to mind;

things just continued like this.

While watching her chat, I tried to strike up a conversation: "Who is this person? Are you close to her?" Without turning her head

, she replied: "Yes, she's my best friend, someone I can talk to about anything."

I chuckled and said: "So what do you usually talk about with her?"

She glanced at me sideways and said: "Why are you asking that? It's none of your business!"

I asked her again: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

She replied: "Do you think so?"

I said, "You're so pretty, I wouldn't believe you for a second if you said you didn't have a boyfriend."

She said, "Oh, really?!"

I then asked more bluntly, "Have you and her... you know...?"

I practically whispered in her ear, and she seemed to only just realize the distance between us. She

glared at me with her bright eyes: "Whether it's been a while or not is none of your business. Let me tell you, my boyfriend

's a fighting maniac. If you don't want to get beaten up, you'd better stay away.

" I nonchalantly replied: "Really? Then I'm even less afraid of him

. I've never lost a fight since I was a kid.

" She scoffed: "He's 1.80 meters tall, you're so much shorter than him, do you think you can beat him?!"

I still said shamelessly: "Haha! I'm not bragging, I've beaten people a head taller than me before.

If you don't believe me, just call him over."

She turned her head away: "He's busy right now, but I'll definitely get him to beat you up when I get the chance."

Our argument came to an end. She was now engrossed in watching a movie, and I gently placed my hand on

her long, slender leg. To my excitement, she didn't resist. I thought I

hadn't pressed harder, but she still didn't react. I vaguely saw her glance at

me out of the corner of her eye.

Since she didn't object to me touching her, I naturally placed my hand on her leg and began to stroke it. I believe that if

I saw her legs inside her pants, I would be suffocated, simply because my sense of touch was

so good right now, and she was still wearing pants.

As the saying goes, "having gained one thing, one desires another," my hand moved to her firm breasts after a while. When my fingertips touched her

elastic and warm breasts, my heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't wait to put my hand

inside .

I clearly felt her body tremble slightly. She pulled back, glared at me, and said, "

What do you want to do? I'm warning you, don't do anything rash."

I said, "What? Are you uncomfortable with what I'm doing?"

She said bluntly, "You'd better stay away from me. If you dare touch me again, I'll call for help right now."

I adjusted the distance between us slightly, but I still didn't intend to give up on pursuing her. I said,

"Don't be like that. Don't you like me at all? Am I any less attractive than your boyfriend?!"

She pouted her cute little lips: "Stop being so conceited. You think you'd even be interested in me?!"

I shortened the distance between us a bit more and said to her, "It's okay if you don't like me. As long as you

like

, that's enough. I don't dare ask you to be my girlfriend, but spending one night with me shouldn't be a problem, right?!" She stopped looking at me and said to the computer, "Don't overthink it. I'm not that kind of person."

I said, "Of course I know that, but I like you so much. You're so beautiful and gentle.

Anyone would love you to death."

Haha, it seems she's still a pretty innocent girl. A few words from me have stirred her emotions a little.

She looked at me for a while and then stopped talking. I took her cute little hand in mine. She gently pulled away, then

gave in to me.

Naturally, I took her hand and we sat together on the sofa watching TV. It felt so good. If only we

were at home instead of in an internet cafe. My hands were always wandering,

touching her all over. She seemed used to it and didn't resist much.

The internet cafe owner would come around every now and then to ask if you were staying all night. I naturally

answered, but when he asked her, I held my breath. I was terrified she would say she was leaving. But to my

surprise she nodded slightly. That meant I could spend this precious night with her. I was so happy I

wanted to jump for joy, but I suppressed my excitement and started doing

what I wanted to do that night.

I gently put my arm around her slender waist. She was thin, but she was exactly my type. I practically

held this beauty in my arms. I increased the pressure on her thighs and then started touching her breasts. She trembled again

, but without the previous reaction. She simply grasped my hand with her small one and softly said

, "Don't do this. There are other people around. It's not good if they see us."

I said, "What are you afraid of? You've always considered me your girlfriend. You can treat me like your boyfriend. If people see us, they'll

think we're lovers. It's not strange for lovers to do things like this."

As I spoke, I hugged her tightly. Holding her soft body, I really didn't want to let go

. The feeling was far more wonderful than I had imagined. She struggled a few times but finally agreed,

but she begged me not to touch her anymore. She found it hard to accept doing such things in this environment.

Then we went out for a late-night snack. Of course, there was nothing inappropriate during the meal. I just felt

embarrassed that she paid for the food because I hadn't expected this to happen and didn't have any

extra cash with me. I apologized to her, and she just smiled slightly: "It's nice to meet you. It's not too much to treat you this time

. You can treat me next time if you have the chance." I really liked her even more.

Back at the internet cafe, the flutter in my heart hadn't subsided. I sat there holding her, but my lips

could kissing her. I cupped her face, kissing her beautiful cheeks, gently touching her

red, petal-like lips with mine. I longed to delve deeper, to savor her fragrant taste. Of course, if

she hadn't stopped me, I think I would have done so. She dodged my lips: "Don't do this, there are

so many people here."

I said: "I don't care, I just like you, and I want to kiss you."

She said: "Can we do it later? There are so many people here, I really don't have the courage to kiss you."

Seeing that she had already said that, I didn't force it and continued to hold her while watching TV. She was genuinely

watching, but I had no interest in watching at all; my attention was entirely focused on the girl in my arms. Seeing

that no one was around, I boldly began to touch her. I picked her up and placed her on my lap, slowly stroking

the inside of . After she became somewhat aroused, I boldly touched her private parts between her legs. She

tried to stop me, but I quickly said, "Don't be afraid, look, no one's around."

Perhaps she really realized that no one could see us, because she stopped resisting me. I loosened her belt and

slipped my hand inside her clothes. Her lower abdomen was so smooth; I realized I almost couldn't help but moan

. She buried her face in my chest, and I heard her breathing quicken. My hand began to move upwards

, and her hands gripped my clothes tightly. Based on her reaction, I was certain she was a virgin.

This only fueled my desire. My hand was already on her breasts through her bra, kneading them forcefully. She couldn't help but

let out a low moan, her breathing becoming more rapid.

My hand slipped further inside, this time touching her real skin. Her body trembled, and she softly moaned, "

No, no, don't."

How could I not want it? In fact, I wanted it very much. Her breasts were more elastic and

smoother . Especially under my caresses, her nipples had become erect, a reaction that undoubtedly gave me intense pleasure

. My desire was already burning. I continued to caress her, and she leaned against me, letting out heavy breaths and soft

moans of pleasure, silently savoring the pleasure I was giving her.

I moved my hand down, gradually advancing towards her genitals, and I told her what I was going to do

next . She didn't respond, but simply changed her position to make herself more comfortable,

allowing me to better achieve my desire. Her beauty and suppleness fascinated me, and I fearlessly explored her lower body.

My hand slipped under her panties, touching her soft, delicate lips. Her reaction was obvious; she involuntarily

flinched. I continued to caress her, arousing her desire. Just as she was entering a state of ecstasy, I suddenly

noticed slightly,

feeling empty and uncomfortable from my sudden stop, lost in pleasure. She blinked at

me and said softly, "What's wrong?"

I was filled with regret and sadness, but could only offer her a bright smile: "Nothing, someone's here." She

simply said "Oh."

It was the internet cafe owner, coming to collect payment and give us blankets. He chuckled, glanced at us

, and said, "It's cold tonight, make sure you're well covered up, don't catch a cold." He probably vaguely guessed something,

but didn't say anything. After taking the money, he left immediately.

I gave her the blanket, and she took a corner and silently watched TV. I sighed inwardly,

but still smiled and embraced her.

Suddenly, the lights in the internet cafe dimmed; all the main lights went out, and

we couldn't see each other. I was a regular here and knew the lights went out after 1 a.m., but she

seemed a little surprised and asked, "Why is it so dark?"

I said, "Nothing, it's the usual." Actually, this was a great thing for me; in the dark, I

could do what I wanted with her.

I watched TV with her for a while, and slowly, my arms tightened around her again. She looked at me,

breathing . Without hesitation, I kissed her lips, savoring her taste. We kissed passionately for a long time, and then my hands

began to undress her. She pressed my hands down and whispered, "There are people here, don't take everything off." I replied,

"Okay." I unbuttoned her clothes, lifted them, and began to caress her breasts. Her pleasured

breaths and soft moans under my touch, her beauty making my blood boil. Trembling, I touched her

lower abdomen, completely unbuckled her belt, and pulled down her pants. She reached out and pulled me back; I had intended to

pull them all the way down, but I yielded and only pulled them down to her knees.

Suddenly, the beautiful girl beside me reached out and turned off the only light source—the computer monitor—

leaving us in complete darkness. I grasped her hand and said, "What, do you prefer it as dark as possible?"

She shook her head in the darkness: "No, there are just some secrets I don't want others to know."

I didn't care. Girls inevitably have things they don't want others to know. I was only there

to have a one-night stand, not to uncover her secrets, so I didn't turn the light back on. My hand groped

over and pulled down her underwear, then I began to caress those long, mesmerizing legs. Because she was

curled up, it was a little difficult to caress them freely. She seemed to understand, so she moved to sit at one end

of the sofa . I sat at the other end, and she stretched out her long, beautiful legs as much as possible, her back pressed against the wall.

I placed her legs on mine, my hands caressing her smooth, supple skin. I occasionally touched

the inside of her thighs, making her gasp and moan softly. Her sounds weren't loud, but they were enough to spur me on, increasing the pressure in my

hands . I moved from bottom to top, kneading and caressing her until she was completely lost in passion. I took off her coat,

then her sweater, leaving her in only her thin underwear. I pressed my face against her chest, kissing her white

breasts , making her nipples even harder, and eliciting soft moans from her intoxicated state. Finding her

pants in the way, I simply took them off as well, leaving her almost naked. It was quite cold at that time, and

even though we were in an internet cafe, it was still easy to catch a chill if you weren't careful. But, burning with desire, neither of us felt

cold. I removed everything that stood between us and embraced her

hot body, kissing her legs. Inadvertently, my hand touched a rough spot on her right leg

, uneven and covered in hard, old scars. It seemed this was a secret she didn't want me to know.

Girls are all concerned with their appearance, and such a scar was an indelible shadow on her heart; of course, she

didn't want anyone to know.

My desire was still burning, and I didn't care about such things. Who is

perfect Imperfections are inevitable. What I valued most was whether someone had a flawed spirit.

I pulled her onto my lap, leaned her against the wall, spread her legs, and inserted my throbbing penis into

her vagina. She was already wet, so it went in easily. She

moaned, opened her eyes, and looked at me. I gripped her waist and began to move my body against her.

She seemed to have lost her virginity; she actually knew how to respond to me. It felt so good for both of us.

She continued to moan softly, but gradually I realized she was struggling to control herself,

trying not to cry out. I could clearly feel her breathing and movements becoming

more intense than ever before when we were together. Her vagina was becoming increasingly wet and hot. She leaned towards me, gripping my arms tightly with both hands, biting my chest

to keep from crying out. I felt pain, but it was a sweet kind of pain, and

I couldn't help but quicken my movements. At this moment, my pleasure reached its peak, and in the final struggle, my desire finally

collapsed —I ejaculated inside her, a lot, at least more than usual.

After I ejaculated, I didn't stop immediately. I continued to thrust slowly inside her until her breathing calmed down.

Her face was flushed and very beautiful; I really liked looking at her. I picked up the blanket that had fallen to the floor and

covered us with it. Then I turned on the computer and put on some of her favorite TV shows for her. I just sat there

in , feeling so comfortable. She didn't seem to want to put on her clothes, so it seemed

she had a lot of experience in this area.

I laughed and asked her, "Why did you pretend so well before we did it?"

She pretended to be confused, "What did I pretend to be?!"

I said, "You pretended to know nothing about this before, but now you know what men like?"

She pouted, "How should I know! Don't wrong an innocent person!"

I pinched her nose, "Are you a good person?"

She said, "Am I not?"

I pinched her nose again, "If you're a good person, then there are no bad people in the world."

She said, "Oh," and then said, "So you think I'm a bad person? Then you shouldn't like me!"

I held her tightly: "I love you!!"

She smiled sweetly: "Me too!"

I quickly felt desire burning between us again, and I began kissing her relentlessly, her face, ears, lips,

neck, leaving no spot untouched.

As I nibbled at her rounded earlobe, I said: "You little liar, if you didn't know men have a second sexual urge,

wouldn't you have gotten dressed right away? You can lie to others, but not to me.

" She pouted again: "I didn't, how would I know?"

Her coquettish appearance was incredibly cute, and I quickly sealed her lips with mine, entwining with her. I pressed her down on

the sofa , burying my head in her breasts. She continued to moan softly, her body yielding to me.

Her desire was merely hidden, not subsided, and soon she became even more aroused than I was. Panting, she gripped my hand and

whispered: "This time I'll have an orgasm."

I stopped and asked her: "What does it matter?!"

She said: "There are other people here, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will scream, and it won't be good if they find out."

I said, "So what? It's not like what we do is shameful."

She said, "No! You should think about me too. Let's not let anyone know about this, okay?"

From the time we met until now, she hasn't asked me to agree to anything. Since she made this request,

how refuse? I nodded to her and said, "But I still want you to finish this with me. If you really

orgasm, I'll cover you with the blanket, and then it'll be fine."

She finally agreed, spreading her legs and sitting on me. I positioned her so her back was against the wall, and then I

began my assault. She placed her hands on my shoulders, twisting her body to enjoy the pleasure I was giving her. Her originally

beautiful face was now filled with a dazed expression, making her look exceptionally alluring to me. My desire had already been released

once, and my body wasn't as sensitive anymore, so I could see her dazed state clearly. As my

movements quickened and intensified, her moans gradually grew louder. I watched her soft, delicate moans, her face flushed and panting,

feeling proud of my conquest. I leaned in and kissed her face and lips. She opened her eyes and glanced at

me, her eyes burning with desire. Her warm breath felt so good on my face. We

intertwined our fingers, and

she closed her eyes again, savoring the moment. We made love for about 30 minutes, and she was close to climax. I could clearly feel her

vagina contracting, her grip on my hand tightening, and her beautiful, ecstatic moans could no longer be contained. I had a

bad feeling, so I quickly used both hands to pull her down onto the sofa, pulled the blanket over us, and covered us both

. She was still moaning under the blanket, but my actions clearly brought her back to her senses. To help her

reach climax sooner, I began to assault her fiercely, my hands also kneading her breasts vigorously, causing

her to cry out in pain. Now that her voice was covered, I no longer cared about anything else; let her moan,

I would do what I wanted. Her cries were extremely stimulating to my senses, and I almost collapsed under the covers.

But I had enough self-control and stamina to bring her to orgasm. Now she lay beneath me, and I arched

my back , thrusting into her again and again. She no longer held back her moans, letting out genuine

cries beneath me, her arms wrapped around my body. In my dazed state, I didn't know when her body began

to tremble violently. She thrust her lower body against me relentlessly, her vagina becoming wetter than ever before. Finally, she cried out

, a frenzied orgasm arriving, her hands gripping my back tightly, and I, too, charged towards her, climbing

the peak of pleasure with her…

After the orgasm, we were filled with endless satisfaction and exhaustion. We dressed ourselves, one by one, and

sat together in bed. We smiled at each other, believing this wonderful encounter would be

unforgettable.

I whispered in her ear: "What's your name?"

She smiled: "It's better you don't know."

I asked her again: "Where do you live? What's your phone number?"

Facing my expectant gaze, she shook her head: "I won't tell you."

I couldn't understand: "Why?!"

She replied, "I have a boyfriend. Although we've had a fight recently, we haven't broken up yet

. I'm already content with just knowing her. Besides, didn't you only want one night with me at first

?"

Those words were just something I made up on the spot. Now that I've tasted her goodness, how could I

let go ? I thought of the computer. She has QQ. If I know her QQ number, I won't have to worry about contacting her later

. I reached out and grabbed the mouse. She seemed to know what I was going to do. She pressed down, and all I

saw was a black screen, then nothing.

I looked at her silently. She avoided my gaze and said softly, "Remember, don't contact me again."

I felt a pang of sadness, thinking about how soon we would part

ways , and that her beautiful image would forever remain in my heart. I smiled bitterly at her, "I'll never forget you.

" She said softly, "Me too." This night's experience was enough for me to remember.

I made a final struggle in my heart, grabbed her hand and said: Please don't leave me nothing, okay? I just want

us to be able to see each other again in the future, or even just be friends.

She smiled at me, but I couldn't decipher the meaning behind her smile. She said, "I'm destined not to be your

girlfriend , and being friends is even more impossible. Your sadness makes me sad, right?

" No matter how reluctant and heartbroken I was, our impending separation was a done deal. There's a saying

: "It's better to part amicably." Since it had come to this, I could only silently wish her well.

In the last few hours, we sat together, embracing, until dawn. When it was time to leave, I offered to see her off, and

she agreed.

Holding her hand, we walked down the street, watching the flow of people. Finally, I saw her onto the bus, waving goodbye.

At that moment, the entire night's passionate and unique experience had ended. But I know that for a period of time,

her image will remain in my heart, unforgettable…

The experience is over. But I know that for a period of time, her image will remain in my heart,

unforgettable…

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