Me and a Russian girl

Me and the Russian Girl

They say men are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties. I'm forty-four this year, feeling great, and my desires are

incredibly strong, yet I've never been satisfied with my wife. She's a college graduate from the countryside,

assigned to a job in town after graduation. She's of medium height, very thin, with slightly yellowish hair, triangular eyes, and a fleshy face.

Most striking is her wide-set legs; they never close, you could fit a fist between them. Her buttocks

aren't they're pointed. The worst part is her temper. She's never gentle. Even if she wants to

have sex with me, she always coldly and harshly asks, "Do you want to do it?"

I always reluctantly climb on top of her, and she always looks at me with hostile eyes,

then says, "We haven't done it for over a month, have we? I'm a doctor, I know what's going on. You

must have another woman, otherwise you wouldn't be so cold to your wife.

" Her body and appearance already don't arouse my sexual desire, and her nagging makes my penis go soft

; I can't get it in no matter what I do.

Honestly, since marrying my wife, I've had a regret. We're about the same age, have similar education levels,

and similar salaries, but our appearances are worlds apart. I should say I'm handsome, while she was quite plain-looking in her youth

. If it weren't for her good job, I wouldn't have married her.

Looking for a partner when I was younger was quite a struggle. Most pretty girls didn't work, and

most college graduates weren't pretty; the few pretty ones were already taken. I felt she

was very capable at work, with the same education as me, and although she wasn't as pretty, I had no other choice.

With the reform and opening up, beautiful women appeared on television in droves, many of them only wearing bikinis or

thongs , making me infatuated and drooling. Looking at my wife, it was simply

unbearable. If she were more gentle and caring, perhaps I wouldn't have cheated.

But she stared at me like a wolf, giving me no time to breathe.

Even if I glanced at another woman on the street, she would fly into a rage. If a familiar woman struck up a conversation with me on the street,

she would call her a slut to my face. It was both ridiculous and absurd, and I quickly became infamous in this small county. Everyone

knew I had a shrewish wife, and almost no other woman would associate with me.

Although my wife was always by my side, watching closely, I felt even more lonely and isolated. A man's

desires are innate and uncontrollable. To compensate for this, I found some videos to watch, and

I really hoped my wife would watch them with me.

On TV, those tall, muscular foreign men, with huge penises,

were thrusting into women's vaginas. Those large-breasted, high-buttocked foreign women struggled, twisted, and screamed under the men's thrusts.

I was very aroused, and I felt that if there was an old lady next to me, I could also have sex with her.

So I pounced on my wife, tearing at her clothes, wanting to make love to her. Even though she was so thin, even though

her breasts were sagging, even though the sharp bones of her genitals would prick me, I still wanted to imitate

what I'd seen on TV and try it with her.

But my wife got angry. She slapped me, smashed the VCR, and called me vulgar,

shameless , and depraved.

I felt wronged, thinking she didn't understand men, but I didn't want to fight her because she was ruthless; she

often ambushed me with knives and axes. For the first time, I mustered my courage, rushed out of the house, and disappeared into

the night .

I wandered aimlessly through the streets for a long time, feeling exhausted. I thought of going to my workplace to sleep, but the night watchman

had already locked the door from the inside. I knocked for a long time, but no one opened the door. I didn't want to go home; I couldn't just

wander the streets all night. So I thought of hotels.

But all the hotels along the street were closed. I walked for a long time and finally found a

small inn in a back alley. A small red light was on at the door. I pushed open the door and went in. A middle-aged woman was lying on the bed in the lobby.

She asked me, "Do you want to stay here or have some fun?"

I said, "What fun can there be here?" She said, "I can find a girl to dance with you." I asked her

, "Is it you?" She said, "No, I'll find you a young girl to keep you company." My mind went blank,

a surge of heat rose in my body, and I said in a trembling voice, "Then find me one."

She went into the inner room and whispered, "Xiao Hui, get up quickly, there's a guest. Get up quickly, don't sleep."

After a while, a sleepy-eyed girl came out from the back. She looked to be about 18 years old, with a

chubby face, not very big eyes, and a small canine tooth. To be honest, her appearance was very ordinary, but her

developing body still attracted me.

She was wearing a vest that was almost transparent, and her two round breasts were clearly visible under the light

.

My wife's breasts are sagging, while this girl's breasts are full and rounded. My wife's nipples look like

chocolate pieces that have been glued on, because her baby suckled them after childbirth. But this girl's nipples and

breasts are connected; it's indistinguishable where the nipple is and the breast is. I guess it must be because she hasn't

given birth or breastfed.

I continued looking down. She was wearing shorts, and I specifically looked between her legs.

They were tightly closed, without a single gap. The shape was round and slender. Her shorts

were small , and with every step she took, half of her buttocks would be exposed.

I know she's not as good-looking as me, and if I were younger, I would never have

agreed to date her. But now I'm middle-aged, and she's only about 18. With her beautiful figure, full

breasts , and rounded buttocks, I'm still tempted.

She rubbed her eyes, glanced at me, and, noticing I was a middle-aged man, became arrogant. She pouted,

gave me a sidelong look with her small eyes, and said, "Why are you out so late? Everyone's asleep, I'm exhausted.

Come on, let's dance.

" Only then did I realize that the "playing" the middle-aged woman meant was dancing. By then, she had

turned on the music. But it wasn't loud, reminding me of so-called "decadent music." Dim lighting, soft

music, a voluptuous girl—I was still excited, and I started dancing with her.

When it comes to dancing, I'd be considered an expert; no man in this small county can compare to me. But

this little girl in front of me barely knows a few steps. She just clings to me, looking drowsy and

indifferent .

It's hot, and I'm wearing very little. When the girl's breasts brushed against my chest, I felt

an instinctive excitement. I pulled her into my arms, but she still didn't react, letting me hold her tightly.

My penis got hard. I pressed myself against her, my erection between her legs.

She didn't say anything. After all, it was the body of an eighteen-year-old girl—those full breasts, that smooth

belly, those round thighs—it made me dizzy. My head started to throb, and suddenly I boldly

asked : "Can we do something else?"

She didn't open her eyes, just nodded, and said: "Do you want to do something?"

I quickly said: "Yes." She said: "Then let's go to the back room." She still had that arrogant look on her face, and turned to

walk towards the back room. I followed closely behind her. I noticed her waist was very thin, and her buttocks appeared very large,

almost overflowing her shorts.

I knew my wife's buttocks were flat, you could see the bones, but this girl's buttocks

were round and upturned, the two halves bobbing up and down with each step she took.

I followed her to a small room in the back. Inside was a double bed, with almost no

floor space , just enough for two people to stand on. She quickly took off her top, completely exposing her two round breasts.

She turned back to me and said, "Hurry up and take your clothes off."

I hurriedly took off my top too, and as I turned to hang them up, my arm brushed against her breast. I

reached out and touched it. She didn't say anything. I suddenly pulled her into my arms, pressing her

breasts tightly against my chest. It was probably the first time in my life I had ever felt the full breasts of a young girl, because my

wife's breasts had always been small and flat.

Holding this 18-year-old girl in my arms, her breasts pressed against mine, I felt an indescribable excitement, experiencing sexual bliss for the first

time . She looked up at me, finally opening her eyes. Her not-

so-large eyes stared at me for a moment; I knew what she was thinking. She must have been thinking, "This man is

quite handsome , but he's middle-aged.

" A slight smile appeared on her face, and her red lips parted a little. My heart skipped a beat

, and I wanted to kiss her lips, but she abruptly turned her face away, saying, "No!" My heart sank.

I thought if I were a handsome young man, she would definitely let me kiss her.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the middle-aged woman peeked out, saying, "Give me the money for the service first,

150. " I felt embarrassed, took out 150 yuan from my pocket, and handed it to her. I also felt very disappointed,

standing there frozen.

The girl noticed my change in mood and hurriedly said, "You're really bold! Why didn't you hang the door shut when you came in?"

I remained silent. Suddenly, she became more enthusiastic, took off her shorts, and said to me, "Come on,

let's get to work."

I saw that she was already sitting naked in front of me. Her dark red skin, her well-proportioned

figure, and the pubic hair that had just begun to grow made me aroused again. I forgot my earlier embarrassment,

hurriedly took off my pants, climbed onto the bed, and straddled her. In that instant, I felt incredibly comfortable.

She lay flat, and I pressed my entire body against hers, holding her tightly.

Only now did I feel that I had received both physical comfort and spiritual satisfaction. Although she wasn't beautiful,

her figure was indeed very good. She was only 18 years old. I secretly rejoiced that I had caught a lucky break. Although I

was middle-aged, I had still managed to climb onto an 18-year-old girl. I could hardly believe that the

person beneath me was an 18-year-old girl. I knew that my life hadn't been in vain.

I pressed my chest tightly against her breasts, flattening them. I breathed into

my stomach, rubbing my belly against hers – it felt wonderful.

My hard penis had already stretched between her legs.

My wife's legs are wide enough to fit a fist, but this girl's legs were very tight

, blocking my penis.

I wanted to kiss her lips, but then I realized she wouldn't let me, so I gave up.

She suddenly smiled and said, "How's it, Uncle? It must feel good to be on top of a young girl, right?"

Her words quickly ignited my desire. I suddenly grabbed her face and

started . She stopped. Then she turned her head away and said, "No, not on top, but you can do whatever you want on the bottom."

She spread her legs apart, and I looked closely at her vulva. It was beautiful, with minimal pubic hair,

clean . I knelt between her legs and thrust my penis in. Her body

trembled, and she closed her legs, clamping my penis tightly. I guessed she knew that

men my age usually have loose vaginas, and she wanted me to experience

the tightness of an 18-year-old girl's vagina.

Indeed, because of her good figure, full body, and perfect leg spacing, her vulva appeared exceptionally

tight, gripping my penis so tightly that it was almost difficult to thrust. Her vulva was wet,

warm, and tight.

A man in his forties experiencing the lust of an 18-year-old girl for the first time, my penis was hard to the point of bursting

. When she spread her legs, I saw that her vulva was swollen and rounded by my large penis. I began to thrust,

thrusting violently.

I muttered to myself, "I'll teach you to be arrogant, I'll teach you to look down on my age, now I'll fuck you to death.

I'll pound you to death."

I lifted my buttocks again and again, then plunged down again and again. I really didn't know

if could withstand the rapid thrusts of a middle-aged man, but she held on.

After I had fucked her over a hundred times, perhaps her blood was boiling, or perhaps her nerves were numb. She simply closed her eyes

, indulging in the man's lewdness, forgetting that I was a middle-aged man much older than her.

My speed increased, my strength increased. She began to moan. When I reached my most frenzied point, almost...

During the ejaculation, she also reached her climax. She trembled all over, her skin spasmed, and she was sweating profusely. As my

penis pounded wildly, she no longer pretended to be arrogant. She suddenly hugged my body and

started shouting.

She started calling me "Uncle": "Good Uncle, so good!" Then she randomly changed her address to "Brother": "Good Brother,

you're so strong, you're so strong!" Finally, she even called me "Husband": "Good Husband, just fuck me, fuck my little pussy, fuck me

hard ! I'll let you fuck me, I feel so good, so comfortable, ah, ah..."

We both reached our climax at the same time.

She lazily lay to the side and said: "You fucked me to death, you made me sweat so much."

I held this plump, naked little girl tightly, feeling that I hadn't come into this

world .

Perhaps some men feel guilty when having sex with other women, but I didn't,

not . Instead, I felt a sense of relief, a release, a psychological balance.

We lay there for a while, and our strength had mostly recovered. The girl reverted to her arrogant self,

slowly saying, "Come on, put my underwear on." I hurriedly fetched her

shorts like a eunuch serving an empress. She stretched out her legs, and I pulled them up for her. When I got to the top, I deliberately touched her genitals and

buttocks. She slapped my hand away and said, "Go get my vest."

I quickly took off her vest and tried to pull it over her head. When the vest reached her enormous

breasts, it was too small and got stuck between them. I pulled her

into my arms , letting her huge breasts press tightly against my chest, before finally pulling her vest down to

cover them.

She got off the bed, swaying her plump buttocks as she walked out, coldly saying, "What, you've had your fun, have n't you? When are

you coming back?"

I kept saying, "I definitely will, I definitely will come again," but secretly I thought, "Although you've given me so much

joy , I might not come back next time. You're too arrogant, too haughty. You look

down on me because you're younger. Next time, I'll find someone older than you, someone who will at least respect me and treat me the way I

treat .

" For the first time since our marriage, I didn't come home all night. My wife was furious, smashed many things, threatened

divorce , and even called my boss. I'm numb now. I know life and sex are two different things. To

maintain a stable life, I must give up the pursuit of sexual happiness; to pursue happiness, I must disrupt

the stability . You can't have your cake and eat it too. I don't know what the future holds; I'll leave it to fate.

My wife visited all my relatives and friends, telling them about my infidelity. She was practically a

propagandist . I was really worried she might have mental problems. Later, I heard from people in her hometown that her nicknames were

"Four Yama Kings" and "Half-Crazy Horse," and no one in the whole village dared to mess with her. She even hid the fact that she was three years older than me when we married.

After finishing her propaganda campaign, my wife moved to live at her workplace.

I've been thinking about what to do for a while now. A month has passed, and my wife still hasn't come back. I

went to her hospital several times. She said I had to kneel and kowtow to her, otherwise she wouldn't come home with me. I

imitated the etiquette of the Qing Dynasty, kneeling on one knee, and her colleagues burst into laughter.

A few nurses whispered that I was pathetic, a useless pretty boy. But my wife was still

relentless, saying I wasn't sincere and that I had to kneel on both knees. This is a huge humiliation for a man.

I slammed the door and left.

Night fell, and I left home alone. I knew what I was going to do. Taking advantage of the fact that it wasn't

too late and many inns were still open, I deliberately chose a decent-looking shop and went inside. An

old man approached me and asked, "Quick or slow?" Not knowing what "quick" or "slow" meant, I casually replied, "

Quick."

He hurriedly called into the shop, "Someone's coming!"

A moment later, a row of women stood before me. I glanced at them; several young women

smiled at me, while a few younger girls, noticing my gaze, haughtily raised their heads and glared at me sideways. I

quickly chose a young woman with large eyes. She was very beautiful—large eyes, a high nose, a large mouth, and

beautiful teeth. She also had a good figure and was quite tall.

When she realized I had chosen her, her eyes lit up with excitement. She grabbed my hand

and led me into the corridor. Once we reached the end of the corridor, she suddenly put her arm around my waist, pressed her head against my chest,

and whispered in my ear, "You've grown up so handsome! Didn't you see several of our girls smiling at you?" I

said, "I wasn't paying attention."

We went to her small room, and I looked at her closely. She was about 30 years old. She had a good presence and

was very energetic. Perhaps she was deliberately acting innocent, always skipping and jumping.

She kissed and said, "Good boy.

" I was taken aback. She turned to me and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take off your clothes!" I said

, "You take them off first, I want to see your body."

She quickly took off her clothes, leaving only her panties and bra. I said, "You still need to take them off," and she took off

her panties too.

I noticed she wasn't as voluptuous as that 18-year-old girl; her legs weren't very tight, her buttocks weren't large,

and you could clearly see the bones in her shoulders. She was clearly a slender type, somewhat similar

to my wife, but much more proportionate in figure and much prettier.

I noticed she hesitated to take off her bra, so I said, "Take it off." She said, "My breasts are small."

I said, "Since I chose you, even if you don't have breasts, I'll accept it." She excitedly said, "

I'm relieved to hear you say that." She quickly took off her bra, and I noticed her breasts were indeed very small, just

a tiny bit. But she was very warm and attentive to me. She took the initiative to undress me, praising me profusely

, "You have a great figure. A middle-aged man with a figure like yours is enough. I really like you, but unfortunately,

you don't belong to me."

We lay down together, and she started touching my penis. Finding it wasn't hard, only

semi-erect, she took out a condom and put it on me. Then she used her mouth to lick and wrap it around my penis, taking

the condom into her mouth. With that, my penis quickly became hard.

I suddenly pressed her head hard between my legs, my penis reaching all the way to

the back of her throat, and I felt a surge of stimulation. She quickly spat my penis out of her mouth, saying, "You're so bad, you

disgusted me." She coughed, tears welling in her eyes.

I suddenly felt sorry for her and said, "Okay, stop, lie down." She quickly lay down.

I climbed on top of her; she was taller than most women, and we seemed quite well-matched. When my

penis touched her vulva, my mouth met hers. I asked, "Can I kiss you?"

She didn't say anything but offered her mouth. Although she was very thin, her face was beautiful, with

bright, captivating eyes. Especially her lips were very sexy, and she let me

kiss them freely. Compared to that little girl, this made me feel warmer.

Her eyebrows were beautiful, her forehead artistic, and her hair lovely. As I kissed her plump lips, my

penis swelled up. She knew I was about to penetrate her, and gently parted her legs. Because she was thin, her

labia were quite long, and she quickly pulled them apart herself. I lifted my penis and thrust it in all the

way with a whoosh. She gasped, arched her body, and hugged me tightly.

Her bright eyes blinked as she looked at me, her lips pressed tightly against mine, and she even

put her tongue in my mouth. I felt that she completely and utterly loved me. Although she wasn't my

wife , nor my lover, and although we were both prostitutes, compared to that young girl, her attitude towards me was warm and friendly. It seemed that a woman in her thirties could accept a man

in his forties . 　　I should give her some pleasure. I supported myself with my hands, allowing my lower body some room to move, and began to thrust violently, pounding wildly. Her body arched back and forth as I fucked her, making continuous "ah ah" sounds. It seemed she was feeling very happy. 　　She closed her eyes and hugged my neck tightly. I panted and asked her, "How is it? Does it feel good ?" She said, "Very comfortable." I asked again, "Does it hurt?" She said, "Not at all. It's so pleasurable." She suddenly asked me, "Are you tired?" I said, "A little tired." She said, "Lie down, I'll get on top, I'll fuck you, let you rest a bit, experience what it's like to be fucked." I said, "Okay," and quickly lay down, honestly , I was a little tired. 　　She straddled me, straightened my penis with her hand, aimed it at her vagina, and then she suddenly sat down , feeling my penis penetrate all the way to her depths. She cried out, "Ouch, that hurts!" I also felt my penis hitting something hard and smooth. She said, "You're hitting my cervix, it hurts a little ." 　　Her saying it hurt made me even more excited. I thrust my penis upwards repeatedly, and she sat down forcefully. I noticed her vagina was swollen and round from my penis; with each thrust, the flesh inside her vagina would turn inside out, the flesh pink while the outer labia were dark red, the two colors constantly changing, a testament to my penis moving in and out of her. 　　I truly didn't understand why a penis and a vagina, combined, could bring endless pleasure to both of us. At that moment, everything else in life was forgotten. Perhaps she forgot she was there to earn money; she was now indulging in pure enjoyment. 　　I also forgot all my worries and sorrows, all unpleasant things; only she and I existed in the world. I almost ejaculated several times, but I controlled myself. I knew that once I ejaculated, I would cool down immediately, and everything would be over . I didn't want this wonderful moment to end so quickly, so I tried my best to control myself. 　　I saw her face was flushed, and she was sweating. I knew she was also very tired. I sat up and hugged her, letting her rest. She naturally sat on my lap, her little bottom between my legs, my penis still inside her. She seemed to understand my intention, tightly hugging my neck and kissing me passionately, her buttocks still bobbing up and down in my arms. With 　　that kiss and movement, I couldn't control myself anymore. I hugged her tightly and said, "Don't move, don't move, I'm going to cum." 　　And so, with her sitting on my lap, face to face, mouth to mouth, I felt myself ejaculating upwards—a position I'd never experienced before. I shouted, and she cried out too. We both went limp and lay on the bed. She stared at me with wide eyes, and I looked at her closely. 　　She said, "There's a kind of handsomeness in your eyes." I said, "Your eyes are captivating, unforgettable. I'll come back to see you again ." She smiled, then buried her head shyly in my chest. I held her tightly. We both knew this was just a fleeting moment of romance, a temporary respite in life. What about the future? Would there even be a future? We didn't care anymore; we just needed to be happy now. 　　My wife officially filed for divorce. Many friends told me she was seeing a young man from her workplace, and that things were very unusual. I felt nothing; it was as if she wasn't my wife anymore . 　　She was very calm during the breakup, without any fuss or argument. She left behind two houses, the children, and all the furniture. I left with nothing. 　　I knew I had to start all over again. Although I had nothing, I had a job, a salary, and could do some business in my spare time. I wasn't worried about my future. I was also at ease with the children. Although my wife had a bad temper, she was very resourceful and had strong social skills. I was relieved; I felt liberated. I felt a lightness I had never felt before. 　　I often think about my future, about my future wife, what she will be like. I thought of the young woman at the hotel. I know there's no future for us, but I still want to see her again. I want to experience her warmth once more, to see her bright, large eyes again. 　　The long divorce proceedings with my wife have left me exhausted. I need a good rest, a shower before my tryst with that woman with the big eyes. 　　Just as I was making all the preparations to go to the hotel, my boss suddenly sent me to a meeting in the provincial capital, a seven-day trip . Reluctantly, I boarded the bus to Harbin.

We were staying at a luxurious business hotel. I shared a room with someone from Dongning. The

room was only for two people, fully equipped, and very expensive.

The meeting didn't end as scheduled, but a day early. After dinner, the person from Dongning said he had to

catch a train and left that night. I had to wait until tomorrow because there are no trains from where we live.

Around 8 PM, I was sitting alone at the table organizing meeting minutes when the phone rang.

I was surprised; who knew I was here? I picked up the phone, and a woman's voice came through: "

Hello sir, do you require any special services? Our ladies are all young and beautiful,

around .

" Her words reminded me of that 18-year-old girl. I thought it would be the same here as at home: first, she

couldn't possibly be very beautiful; second, she wouldn't be interested in middle-aged men like us. I joked, "If you have

Russian ladies, send one over." Then I hung up.

About half an hour later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and was astonished to see a Russian girl

standing before me. She was about 170 cm tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a fair complexion, deep-set

eyes , a high nose, and slightly inward-curving lips. She smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. She seemed to have received

some physical training; her neck was long, her chin slightly upturned, and her entire face had a dancer's posture.

Her chest was high, her waist arched forward, and her buttocks were prominently displayed, like a woman in a calendar. While I was still

stunned, she walked in and expertly closed the door behind her. She extended her hand and said to me, "

Hello, you're very handsome, I like you very much.

" I was stunned by her fluent Chinese. I hurriedly and flusteredly grasped her hand. I found her

hand to be incredibly delicate and soft, much softer than a Chinese woman's hand. If a Chinese woman's

hand felt like a rubber ball, then her hand was like a balloon.

I asked incoherently, "You can speak Chinese?" She said, "I study Chinese at a university in Harbin."

Noticing my nervousness, she continued, "The economic situation in Russia isn't very good right now, and my

hometown is also very poor. I often travel during holidays.

" I quickly asked, "How much does it cost?" She said, "Six hundred yuan." I hurriedly said, "That's not too expensive." She

smiled and said, "You can pay more if you want."

Smiling, she continued, "Come on, take off your clothes, let's 'drill holes' together."

She quickly took off all her clothes, her naked body standing in front of me. I also hurriedly took off my clothes, and

we stood face to face. I carefully observed her. Her skin was pinkish-white, and seemed

incredibly thin; I could almost see the veins through it.

Her breasts were perky high, very beautiful. I seriously doubted they were real. Perhaps it was because she

deliberately arched her back and stick out her buttocks; her lower abdomen bulged forward. Her pubic hair

was golden, and her labia were a vibrant pinkish-white.

Gazing at this Russian girl, as if sculpted from ice and jade, I felt as if I were admiring a work of art; I truly

couldn't bear to touch her. She, however, took the initiative, leaning forward and grasping my

penis, pressing it between her legs. When her breasts touched my chest, I curiously embraced her.

This embrace astonished me again; her body was exceptionally delicate and soft, perhaps even

softer and smoother than a Chinese baby's skin. I truly wondered how their culture had developed.

When her hair brushed against my face, I was surprised once more. Her hair was incredibly soft, like wool, not

rabbit fur, but certainly finer and softer than any Chinese woman's hair.

I reached out and touched her hair, even squeezing it in my hand; the feeling was simply different. If this was

yarn , then a Chinese woman's hair was steel wire. She always wore a smile, her eyes fixed on

me. Her body began to rub against me, her hand rubbing my penis against her vulva

.

My body gradually warmed up, and only then did I come to my senses, realizing that what was in front of me wasn't a sculpture, not

a work of art , but a real Russian girl. I hugged her tightly and began to touch her breasts; their

softness was like a fully inflated condom.

I then touched her waist. Her waist was always concave forward, making her buttocks appear high. My hand

moved back and forth on her buttocks; their smoothness was breathtaking. My hand slipped down her cleft and

touched her pubic hair, which was also very soft, without any prickliness.

She kept wriggling in my arms, and my penis finally became hard, very hard. We stood facing each other

like that , her breasts pressed against my chest, her lower abdomen pressed against my lower abdomen. She

spread her legs slightly, and I reached out to touch her genitals; they were already very wet.

I really didn't know how girls like her could get wet so quickly. I squatted down and then

stood up again, and my penis entered her vagina. I held her even tighter. Because her lower abdomen was high,

it was constantly pressing against mine, and my penis was inserted from under her belly, so it could

n't all the way in, but it was very comfortable to be doing it like this, standing face to face.

I squatted down forcefully, then thrust upwards, and my penis felt a little deeper.

At the same time, my lips touched hers, and she didn't pull away, so I kissed her. This kiss made my

penis even harder, as if it was starting to extend, grow, and go crazy inside her vagina.

I felt a happiness I had never experienced before, a joy I had never felt before, a confusion I had never felt before, a softness I had never felt before. I

knew clearly that I was holding a Russian girl in my arms, and my penis was already inside her

. I was going crazy. I was intoxicated. She held me very tightly too, constantly swaying her smooth

body , which excited me even more. Suddenly, she leaned back and lay down on the bed, and I took the opportunity to climb on top of her and start thrusting. She held me

tightly and wouldn't let go.

My buttocks moved up and down, my penis thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her whole body

was soft and supple, giving me an extraordinary feeling of comfort.

After fucking her for a while, we rolled over together, flipping her onto top. She straddled me

, my penis still inside her. Like riding a horse, she began to writhe her body, moving forward...

One behind, one to the left, one to the right. Her chest heaved, her breasts trembled, and she would occasionally brush her golden hair back with

her hand , revealing her beautiful face. Her movements were like those of an actress in a Category III film.

I wanted to give in several times, but I controlled myself. I helped her down again, making her kneel on the bed, her buttocks raised

. I wanted to penetrate her from behind. She was clever; she quickly knelt down and raised her buttocks. Her buttocks were truly beautiful, tender

, and full. Her yellow pubic hair was already dripping with her juices. I aimed at her vulva and thrust in with a whoosh, all the way in. 　　She turned and smiled, sitting back forcefully. I thrust forward forcefully, her plump, pinkish-white, tender buttocks pink flesh tightly surrounded my penis. Her buttocks were so beautiful. As I thrust in, I touched and patted them, watching her buttocks tremble incessantly, like the face of a chubby child running. 　　I was incredibly excited, and I thrust in hard, all the way in, still pushing forcefully. I pushed her down several times; she was probably a little tired, because the last time I pushed her down, she wouldn't get up. I continued to lie on her back, thrusting in from behind, but by then my penis was at its hardest and longest. 　　I inserted it between her buttocks into her vagina, very deeply. Her buttocks kept arching up and down; it felt like I was lying on a ball, a round, soft ball cushioning me, giving me ecstasy, making me feel intoxicated. I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I quickly flipped her over, making her lie . 　　She was still smiling, her breasts rising and falling. I gripped my wet penis and thrust it between her legs. Her buttocks rose, her belly arched, and she began to cry out and moan . She mostly spoke in Russian, and I could only sense her excitement and satisfaction, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. I only understood the words "Kharasho," "Rubiti," and "Uchenycha." 　　I finished my final thrust and then released myself wildly. I ejaculated a lot, for quite a while, and that moment felt like a lifetime had passed. She held me tightly, and I held her tightly, my lips pressed tightly against hers . What did I feel? It was enough for this lifetime. 　　After I finished, we started chatting. She told me that Russia was a rather lazy nation , where both men and women liked to drink, and after drinking, they would engage in promiscuous sex. They were a sexually open country, and sexual performances were frequently shown on television. Even during bullfights, young men and women would perform sexual acts. 　　She also said that girls there are very casual, with no restrictions from family or society, and they can have sex with men of different ages freely. She said she likes having sex with middle-aged Chinese men the most, describing them as warm, polite, intelligent, ambitious, and family-oriented. She said if she could find a job in China, she would find a middle-aged Chinese man. 　　I suddenly said, "If you don't mind, come to our small county town. I can find someone to help you get a job as a Russian language teacher in a middle school ." She asked me, "Won't your wife be jealous if you take me back? I've heard that Chinese women are very feudal and conservative, and like to strictly control their men. Most men there are henpecked." 　　I told her that I was free now. I'm all alone. She suddenly hugged me and said, " You're lying. I don't believe you. I know that Chinese men like the bodies of Russian girls, but few of them really want to take responsibility for us." 　　From your Chinese perspective, I'm a prostitute, but from our Russian perspective, it 's perfectly normal. No one will say we have bad morals, no one will look down on us, or despise us. 　　I suddenly hugged her and said, "I love you, I really love you. I don't look down on you. I really don't have a wife anymore. If you agree, I'll marry you. Really, your voluptuousness surpasses that of an 18-year-old girl, your passion and performance exceed that of the young woman in the hotel. You are the most ideal woman in my heart." 　　My words confused her. But I continued my conversation: "No matter how much hardship or suffering I endure in the future, being able to hold you is my comfort. You can bring me endless sexual pleasure." I got excited again as I spoke , and I climbed on top of her, inserting my penis into her vagina. 　　She pulled her legs apart, tightly clamping my penis between them, and we started doing it again. I was thrusting into her, and she was moaning beneath me. Suddenly, she said, "One day I'll be old." Will you still like me as much as you do now? 　　I hurriedly said: Yes, definitely, I will always like you. She excitedly hugged me tightly, her little pussy thrusting upwards, allowing me to penetrate very, very deeply. I held this beautiful Russian girl tightly, and I released again . It was a blissful release, an ecstatic release, the most satisfying release in life. 　　Back home, I still talked to her frequently on the phone, updating each other on the situation. I started seriously working to find her a job. The leaders of the Education Commission and the county head in charge of education both agreed that if the Russian girl really came to work in our county, I would welcome her with open arms. They chatted casually, saying: Russian girls are really beautiful, but they change after marriage , becoming very bloated and overweight. I suddenly thought of the robust, strong bodies of Russian women, like large, beautiful women, and I hesitated. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(The End)

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