[Lang Ge's Love History] (My online friend - Yu'er)

Once ,

I was on a business trip in Shijiazhuang. Bored at night, I registered a

username called "Lang Ge" on Sohu QQ (I use this username on most other websites now). Within a few days,

a group of beautiful girls added me as a friend.

Most of these girls were young and fresh, very few were over twenty.

Two people left the deepest impression on me during my interactions with them: one was called "Yu'er" (Fish), and the other "Xianrenzhang" (Cactus).

My online friend—"Yu'er"

Her online name was "Yu'er," and we met in the virtual world of the internet. After several conversations

, we became close friends. A while ago, she suddenly told me she was coming to Beijing on a business trip and

asked me to pick her up at the airport.

Yu'er arrived. She stood at the airport exit, wearing a deep red sleeveless dress and carrying a small

white handbag, standing gracefully before me. I recognized her immediately; she

looked almost exactly like in the photos.

I hailed a taxi and went straight to the hotel, booking a standard room. It was almost five o'clock, so I took her to Beihai Park and

Jingshan Park for a stroll, and then we had dinner out. It was during dinner that I learned she wasn't on a business trip; she had come out

to relax.

After dinner, as the city lights began to twinkle, we strolled along Chang'an Avenue. The night in Beijing is a river of lights,

an ocean . Walking so intimately side-by-side with a woman I'd just met for the first time, I felt a surge of excitement.

We walked arm in arm, looking at the neon lights lining the streets, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "

Beijing is so beautiful!"

"Let's go sit in Huangchenggen Park," I suggested.

"Okay," she agreed.

We sat down at a cold drink stall. I ordered a beer and a Coke for her.

I raised my glass to her and said, "We are destined to meet. Today, I offer you this toast."

She smiled gently, captivatingly, and raised her teacup, saying, "A toast to getting to know you, my elder brother." Her

eyes, like tender water, sparkled and shone, exceptionally charming and alluring. I was mesmerized.

She noticed me staring blankly into her eyes, and shyly lowered her head,

whispering, "Don't look at me like that."

I smiled sheepishly, "Your eyes are so captivating, your eyes filled with tenderness."

She didn't say anything, but slowly raised her head, her eyes like autumn waves, meeting my gaze with tender affection, her

eyes never leaving me.

Overcoming the barriers of time and space, traversing countless days and nights of longing, space vanished, time stood still

, and we gazed at each other for a long, long time.

We leaned against each other quietly, while couples all around us whispered sweet nothings. I watched her

speak, her eyes captivated by the tranquility, enjoying her voice, as if a warm current flowed gently

through my heart. Suddenly, a woman approached her, her clothes tattered, her dry hand outstretched in a pleading manner—a truly

unsightly sight .

Just as I was about to harshly scold her and tell her to leave, Yu'er took a coin from her purse and placed it in the old woman's

palm. The old woman thanked her profusely.

"Why are you so kind?"

"I thought she looked pitiful," Yu'er said casually.

I felt a pang of shame; what a kind woman! Yu'er finished her cola and ordered a draft beer. Half a glass

of beer slowly and silently flowed into her stomach, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She told me about her family; her

former husband was a handsome man from a poor family, but seeing his

eloquence , she married him against her family's wishes.

When we got married, I only knew he was an engineer in a factory. After marriage, I discovered he was lazy, extremely concerned with appearances, had

many , and insisted on smoking and drinking expensive cigarettes.

"He's very eloquent; he can talk a good game about anything. He complained about his low salary and dragged me

into a business . I initially disagreed, wanting a comfortable life, not rich, but not poor either. But he seemed

possessed; he insisted on quitting his job and dragged me into the business, going to Guangzhou to sell cosmetics. He knew nothing about it and was

easily swindled out of 200,000 yuan. He wasn't giving up; he wanted to continue the business, accumulating a huge debt and demanding

I borrow money to pay it off. A man who can't shoulder the responsibilities of a family and can't support his wife had no choice but to agree to a divorce."

The business world is rife with fraud, conspiracy, and traps. They naively rush in, without any

precautions, believing the world is full of love, only to be shattered the moment they take their first step.

Yu'er's words struck me deeply; it was so unfair to her. Her fate was already sealed; what could I

say ? I could only listen to her and offer a few words of comfort now and then.

Time flew by, and it was already 11 p.m. We reluctantly left the enchanting and tranquil

Huangchenggen Park and took a car back to the hotel.

I opened the car door and helped her out. Just as I was about to say goodbye, she pulled me into the hotel.

Faced with the alluring Yu'er, I felt a mixture of reluctance and attraction, but my heart followed her to the room.

At the hotel, I prepared hot water for Yu'er and said, "You're tired, take a shower. Sweet dreams." She

lay on the bed without speaking. I said again, "Go take a shower."

She nodded. When she came back from her shower and lay on the bed, I was really ready to say goodbye. I said, "I'm leaving. Tomorrow

we're going to the Great Wall and the Thirteen Ridges. I'll pick you up at 8 a.m. Sweet dreams."

She shook her head and whispered, "I can't sleep. Stay with me a little longer."

I looked at her and gently kissed her cheek. She hugged me tightly and kissed my lips. I

returned her kiss passionately, our tongues intertwining and swirling. I savored the sweet taste of her tongue,

sucking her fresh saliva into my body. My thoughts were in turmoil. Should I stay or leave? She really

wanted me to stay, but what would happen? I didn't know. If I left, how could I go? I couldn't bear to leave her.

In the dim light, I still held her tightly, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her face, finally settling on

her warm lips. She pressed her entire body against me, her beautiful lips, her

eyes that captivated me—this was the woman I had longed for day and night. Faced with her feverish face and her murmured calls,

my thoughts began to crumble and collapse.

Fish lay on the bed, the snow-white sheets highlighting her beautiful figure. Her eyes, like autumn water, held

a hint of expectation, a trust. I stood before her, my resolve wavering, and said, "Sweet dreams, I'll

come tomorrow morning." But I didn't move an inch.

She shook her head again, "I can't sleep." She held my hand tightly.

Fish pulled me to sit on the bed. I lit a cigarette, looking at her, and she looked at me. I didn't know what to

say to Fish, my eyes fixed on her tender, loving gaze, yet we remained silent. She reached out

and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me down onto her, pressing me against her, and kissing me. I held her burning

body tightly, kissing her deeply, our bodies entwined.

She was already panting, moaning softly, "Mmm...mmm..." She was ablaze with passion

, her whole body burning hot, melting like a snowman in the warm sunlight. Fish excitedly straightened

up , reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside.

My mind was a blur of confusion and clarity; she had unhooked her bra! It was a dreamlike

hint, a deeper seduction. I could no longer control my desire for her. My frantic emotions overwhelmed

my fragile reason, like a flood crashing down the castle of pretense. Lust burned within me, and without thinking, I

pulled up her dress, revealing a pair of round, firm breasts that flashed before my eyes like lightning

.

At that moment, I had no time to appreciate them. I plunged down, tenderly caressing her full, warm

breasts , then passionately kissing them, kissing one like a madman, then quickly kissing the other,

kissing from the bottom of the breast to the nipple, kissing both breasts incessantly! After a long, long time, I regained my composure and began

gently kissing one breast, while my other hand gently caressed the erect nipple.

She trembled all over. I gently kissed her nipple, then looked up at her.

She watched my kiss intently, her head tilting back uneasily with each suckle,

her beautiful eyes tightly closed, letting out a soft "oh."

Her moans seemed to encourage me, and I continued to suckle her nipple repeatedly. She could no longer

bear my kisses; her head shook more violently, and she whispered, "No, no..."

I didn't understand what she meant. Why didn't she want it? I looked up, puzzled, at the girl in my arms.

A vibrant blush covered her face and her beautiful chest. She reached out and embraced me, kissing my

lips, her warm, moist tongue entering my mouth. We shared a deep, long kiss!

Only then did I begin to realize what was happening. I pulled away from her lips and lowered my head to kiss her full breasts again, kissing them

heavily and repeatedly until she couldn't bear it, until she felt a sweet torment and a pleasurable excitement in my kisses

.

Her head shook even faster, and she mumbled, "No, no..." I understood

the passionate reaction to kissing her breasts, so I ignored her cries and pleas and diligently continued my work.

In her excitement, she frantically pulled off her panties and then her dress,

revealing her beautiful, youthful body completely before me. Although the room lights were off,

the dim light from the hallway lamps still made her curves stand out, stunning me like lightning. An

irresistible allure overwhelmed me, and I pounced on her like a wild beast, wrapping my arms around her neck,

holding her tightly, kissing her, and caressing her smooth flesh, from her neck, breasts, abdomen, all the way to that mysterious, sacred

valley .

The fertile, tender land was already a vast expanse of moisture, so soft, so warm and moist! I

gently and continuously caressed her there, sinking in, sinking in, and sliding upwards.

She shook her head excitedly, pleading, "No, no..." Her

hands trembled restlessly, swaying from side to side, as if helpless, yet also yearning with unbearable passion...

I could no longer restrain myself; my whole body tensed, flustered, and extremely excited. I left her breasts and slowly

kissed upwards, until I reached her slightly parted red lips. Upon contact, we quickly exchanged a passionate kiss. She

gasped for breath , her voice soft and sweet, her hands frantically unbuckling my belt. One soft little hand grasped my penis and began to stroke

it. I seized the opportunity and thrust in, sinking into her exceptionally moist, warm, and tender sacred place.

The instant our bodies joined, my mind went blank, a surge of heat rushed through me, and I held her soft

body tightly, thrusting into her hungrily. I felt her accompanying me, her hips swaying wildly in response.

My inner demons and saints were locked in a fierce struggle: the saint said no, absolutely not! She wasn't

your confidante, she was your little sister! You liked her, but you couldn't possess her! You wanted to help her, how could you do

something immoral? The demon said yes! You liked her, and she liked you too! It was mutual, a deep and passionate love! This

was true love!

Fish was completely immersed in extreme excitement. She bent her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I couldn't bear

her intense reaction, couldn't handle her passion. I couldn't take it. At that moment, a sliver of conscience overcame

my physical urges. I hurriedly pulled my burning penis out of Fish's honeyed vagina, shouting, "

No!" I fled from her body as if my life depended on it, lying motionless on her burning hot body.

Her hair was disheveled and draped over the bed like a black flame. Her lower body continued to writhe powerfully, still

immersed in blissful pleasure. When she saw me suddenly appear, she opened her eyes, her gaze filled with suspicion, and softly asked,

"Don't you like me?"

My mind was in turmoil. I had done something wrong. I had wronged her; it was an unforgivable mistake. An absurdity I had never even considered

in my life . I paused for a moment, then sincerely said, "No, I really like you,

I like you so much."

She asked, "Then why?" "I broke my vows," I said, filled with remorse and self-reproach.

"I'm afraid it will create an obstacle," I blurted out a reason in my haste.

"I have an IUD."

Fish's words encouraged me, making it impossible for me to escape her love. We continued to caress each other, which

made Fish happy. Her breathing grew more rapid and heavy.

I felt exhausted, so I sat up and held her tightly in my arms, continuing our passionate kiss.

Our tongues intertwined, teasing each other, swallowing the sweet, fresh nectar of love.

She trembled with excitement, completely immersed in unprecedented pleasure.

Suddenly, her burning face pressed against my neck, her arms gripping me tightly,

her body jerking, her hips heaving violently, emitting a deafening cry of "Oh...oh..."

It was breathtaking. My body stiffened instantly, as if a flame had exploded within her, assaulted by a

devastating orgasm, scattering bursts of white light in the darkness...

I was completely stunned, utterly bewildered. What had I done wrong? Instinctively,

I held , patting her back like I was soothing a crying little girl. I kissed her lips while patting her

back, trying to comfort her.

Her whole body was still throbbing, her chest heaving, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. It took

a long, long time before she slowly calmed down, nestled peacefully against my chest…

All around was quiet, except for the peaceful breathing of us after the passion. I got up from the bed, supporting her plump buttocks

with my left hand and holding her waist with my right, like holding a beloved work of art.

I gently placed her on another bed, covered her with the blanket, and she nestled her head against my chest. I gently patted her back, and she

soon began to breathe evenly, falling asleep peacefully and contentedly.

I lay down beside her, my mind still a jumble of confusion and tension, happiness and excitement.

The scene of our intense lovemaking hadn't subsided, repeatedly striking my heart.

My beloved, , is now pressed against my skin. She is so young and beautiful, so intelligent and quick-witted, so gentle and

considerate, so understanding. Even a chance encounter leads her to trust me completely, to the point of giving herself to me. Perhaps it truly is a

predestined ! How could I not be deeply grateful to her! Yet, I couldn't sleep all night.

When I groggily woke up, I checked the time; it was only a little past five. I realized I had

been holding —naked, young, asleep. I snapped awake, turned to my side, my chest

pressed against her back, my right arm around her neck, my left hand gently caressing her breasts, softly kissing

her shoulder. She was mine now. The woman I'd dreamt of lay beside me. I still couldn't believe it; was it still

a dream ? I don't know when, but she woke up and turned over.

Looking at her peaceful expression, I said, "You slept very well yesterday, you'll fall asleep soon."

Yu'er said, "With you beside me, I feel safe and secure, like I have someone to rely on." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed

me passionately. We fell into a deep kiss again. I held her close, caressing her breasts, and she shook

her head uneasily, beginning to moan, pleading indistinctly, "No, no..."

I looked at her, stopped, and she kissed my lips again. I reached for her full, soft vulva,

which was already overflowing with love juice.

She seemed unable to bear my affections, moaning and begging repeatedly, "No—no, no—ah

..." Her hands frantically pulled down my shorts, stroking my penis, eager to enter.

I entered that soft, warm heart of love again, thrusting and pounding wildly, our lips

locked in , our bodies pressed together, dancing a beautiful dance of love…

This time, I relaxed a little, no longer tense, my thrusts steady and powerful,

rhythmically swirling and grinding against her, trying to bring her complete pleasure.

Time seemed to stand still as we continued to revel in the boundless joy of sex. As our desire burned ever brighter,

the rhythm of our bodies pounded faster and faster. She let out a moan that sounded like a mixture of crying and laughing, a sound that

seemed to encourage me, fueling my own desire. The waves of pleasure surged higher and higher,

intensifying my rougher movements. With each rapid thrust and rub, she drew closer to climax,

letting out a soft, almost imperceptible moan from deep within her throat.

Suddenly, she trembled uncontrollably, and I stiffened and trembled along with her, lying motionless on

top of My erection grew even stronger, my muscles taut to the extreme, and I poured myself into her body like a tidal wave! She

convulsed rhythmically, waves of heat gushing from her private parts, her body floating on

the peak of pleasure, enjoying the joy of love between a man and a woman…

We embraced each other, limp and powerless, smiled at each other, and kissed softly. But I remained inside her burning body, entwined

with her .

She was a woman full of youthful vigor, and I wanted to be as tender and gentle as I would my wife. Thinking of this, I suddenly

turned around, spread her firm and shapely legs, and involuntarily buried my head

in the base of , opening my lips to lick and kiss her, using my lively tongue to lick inside. The love fluid gushing from the hot spring was sweet and fragrant, like

nectar, and I swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

The moment my tongue entered her, her entire body melted instantly. She had probably never experienced

such a kiss before, the electric stimulation hitting her most sensitive spots, her whole body trembling violently. She couldn't

bear this unprecedented torment, couldn't withstand my unprecedented flirting. Losing her daytime composure

and elegance, her beautiful head swayed excitedly from side to side, she uttered what sounded like a sorrowful moan, her white teeth

clenched , her pretty face radiant with excitement. She clung tightly to me, pressing me into her body

, her legs trembling joyfully. The fountain of life gushed forth bursts of milky-white love fluid, flowing out, emitting a faint,

sweet fragrance, covering her entire buttocks.

So much, so much, it flowed out, smearing my entire face, and still flowing down. I held her delicate buttocks with

both hands , catching the love fluid, afraid of leaving it on the sheets. During our first time making love, I had already

noticed drops of love fluid, whether mine or hers, dripping onto the snow-white sheets. But so much flowed out, dripping from between

my fingers onto the sheets.

I whispered, "Do you have any toilet paper?" She shifted slightly, signaling me to leave for a moment, then quietly got

up , retrieved a few sheets, and lay back down on the bed.

I gently wiped her there with the toilet paper; it was completely soaked, and I couldn't use it to wipe my face anymore,

but I didn't care. I continued to greedily lick and kiss her. She writhed passionately, softly moaning, as if in despair, "No..."

"No...

" She couldn't bear the torment any longer. Her legs stretched and contracted, opened and closed, her buttocks raised, rubbing against my

lips. All I could hear were her sobbing sighs, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her lower body convulsed,

and with a gush of love fluid, a powerful heat erupted from deep within her...she was enjoying the

happiest and most joyful moment of being a woman.

When she finally descended from her peak, she was utterly exhausted, drenched in sweat, paralyzed and weak on

the bed. She didn't even have the strength to hold me; her limbs were spread out, and she only looked at me with a beautiful, dazed gaze, approving of

the pleasure , her eyes filled with gratitude and overflowing with boundless joy.

I finally stopped, my lips and face covered in her love fluid. I turned and sealed her

lips with mine, gently comforting her to calm her climax. The exhaustion after the passion quickly lulled us both

into sleep .

I woke up around 7 a.m. and quickly got out of bed, afraid someone would see me, and woke her. She sat up,

her entire naked body presented before me. She had a young and slender figure, a smooth and healthy body,

firm and full breasts of a moderate size, nipples slightly upturned, and a flat, firm abdomen. She quickly put on a bra

, panties, a sleeveless top, and a miniskirt.

She placed a small mirror by the window, took out her cosmetics, and spread her legs, preparing to put on makeup. I stood

beside her, watching her, finding her more and more adorable, feeling a sense of happiness and enjoyment.

Her eyelashes were exceptionally long, like a doll's, curling upwards—truly beautiful.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Are they false eyelashes?" She smiled at me, pulled at her eyelashes, and said, "Yes."

In just a few minutes, her makeup was complete, and she was once again a delicate, vibrant, and lively young woman.

I hurriedly took a taxi to my workplace. I checked what was going on, then called my wife to tell her

I had to go on an urgent business trip last night and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. When I got back to the hotel, Yu'er was waiting for me at the door.

I asked, "Where would you like to go?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you're excited, I don't care where we go."

I was deeply touched by her gentleness and tried my best to make things satisfying for her: "Let's go climb the Great Wall,

there are the Ming Tombs there." I accompanied her to visit the scenic spots and historical sites of the Ming Tombs. Only here can one truly experience the vicissitudes of

Beijing 's history, its profound culture, and its ancient legends.

At the top of the Great Wall, she heard me tell the story of the beacon fire that amused the feudal lords, and she immediately became excited, never expecting that

the beacon towers had such a story. She said enthusiastically, "I'm so lucky to be with a tour guide as knowledgeable as you

."

I quickly replied, "I only know a little bit myself. I'm truly blessed to be able to

travel to this earthly paradise with such a sweet girl like you; it's fulfilled a dream I've had for many years."

That afternoon, we walked along the stone-paved corridor by the lake in the Summer Palace, leaning against each other. Through her clothes,

I could feel the soft elasticity of her breasts. It had been a long time since my wife's body had been so close to mine;

the feeling intoxicated me.

After sitting for a while, I helped her up and said, "Let's go home." She understood and put her arms around my waist. As soon as

we sat in the car, her feet started to hurt, and she said, "I'm tired." I also felt quite

exhausted, and we hurriedly took the car back to our room before four o'clock.

She quickly took off her white high heels; her feet were blistered from the shoes. She was truly exhausted from walking

so much. She lay down on the bed, and soon began to snore softly. She was exhausted.

We'd made love twice last night, and she'd walked all day today. How could she not be tired after all that excitement? Looking at her peaceful sleeping

face, I felt comforted. What force had driven her to travel such a long way to see me? It was fate, it was trust.

She possessed extraordinary charm, the courage to face life's unfairness, and a strong pursuit of happiness. Fate

had been so unfair to her. Her ex-husband, though handsome, lacked masculinity and couldn't shoulder

the responsibilities to his wife and family. So, resentment took hold, and she bore all the misfortune alone.

I gazed at her sleeping soundly. Her eyelashes were exceptionally long, curving upwards. She

slept so deeply, so sweetly, her eyelashes still curled upwards. Sleep well! I sat by the bed,

smoking, admiring her familiar yet unfamiliar face, a face both alluring and innocent.

It was already past five o'clock. I gently woke her. She woke up from her sweet dream,

smiled , and stood up briskly. I asked, "Shall we eat out or in the cafeteria?" She said she couldn't walk anymore,

so we ate a quick meal in the cafeteria and bought some fruit at the supermarket. I asked her, "Are you going out again?" She said

no, and neither did I; we just wanted to be alone together.

I waited until she came back and showered before I went to shower with her. When I returned, I saw her wearing a sleeveless

dress , while I was only wearing a tank top and shorts, not as well-dressed as I had been the night before. She was lying comfortably on the bed, reading

a storybook, occasionally letting out a joyful laugh. I sat beside her,

feeling .

She told me about her current troubles. She said that in a hotel run by the provincial transportation department, there was a 34-year-old man whose father was a cadre who had come from the south. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was extremely shrewd and capable, and had many friends. They became acquainted

while dancing , and he would ask her to dance with him every day, call her constantly, and invite her to dinner with his guests. In front of his colleagues and guests, he would claim she was his wife. He proposed to her, saying he wasn't married. She said, "I'm a divorced woman, that's impossible." He said, "Why don't you have confidence?" But later, she became invested in him again. If she didn't see him for a day, she would feel lost , and she sensed that he was ignoring her. I advised her to talk to him as a friend, but she said, "How could that be?" I said, "There are only two possibilities: it works out, or it doesn't. If you're cold to him, he'll be disappointed and look for other girls. This is an opportunity; it shows he likes you. You're a very likable girl. If you don't talk to him, how will he know what you're thinking? Even if it doesn't work out, it's still better than keeping it bottled up inside ." She said, "That makes sense." As we talked, it was already past nine o'clock. She winked at me slyly and smiled. I remained unmoved, watching...

I gazed at her, at her beautiful face, a face of innocent purity. Her eyes glistened with moisture as she deliberately asked,

"What's so beautiful about it?" I answered seriously, "You're so pretty."

She stretched out her hands to me, and I gently kissed her lips. She was no longer wearing makeup, revealing her natural

beauty. I knew she wanted me, so I turned off the lights, drew back the curtains, and the dim light of the night illuminated her

body. She quickly removed her bra and panties, revealing the naked body of the lover I had longed for day and night—

bright, shapely, and translucent, possessing an exquisite and unparalleled beauty.

Driven by passion and impulsiveness, I pulled off my vest and underwear, throwing myself at her naked. A wave of warmth washed over me,

and we kissed passionately…

Gone was the restraint of the night before. Relaxing, I kissed her lips

slowly , our tongues playfully colliding, intertwining and teasing each other, like two happy fish frolicking and

chasing in the water.

I swallowed her sweet, fragrant saliva. Soon, she began to breathe rapidly,

her beautiful hair cascading over the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her bright red lips parted, her rapid, urgent breathing

causing her firm, round, and elastic breasts to tremble.

I lifted her breasts from below, gently stroking her sensitive nipples with my middle finger. The small nipples

hardened from the stimulation, looking incredibly tempting. Then I slowly kissed the sensitive nipples. With each kiss, she

seemed unable to bear it, pleading and crying out "No!" while watching my kisses.

I continued kissing upwards from under her breasts, all the way to her nipples, deeply kissing and sucking them, sometimes

sucking, sometimes lifting both breasts and rubbing my face between them. She was tormented by my ministrations

, her hands clutching my head, her voice deep and resonant, softly pleading, "Don't torment

me, don't torment me like this, don't..."

She had probably never experienced such love before; her whole body trembled with tension, twisting and turning,

one hand frantically stroking my erect penis. She seemed flustered and unable to penetrate. Seeing her impatient

state, I couldn't bear to tease her any longer, so I thrust deeply into her tender depths. Instantly, I felt a warm current flow through

my entire body . She also began to move passionately, pressing her hands firmly against my buttocks, as if urging me to penetrate her even deeper

.

Hot sweat streamed down my face, dripping onto hers. Our joined parts were burning hot, our entire bodies

burning like flames. When I make love with my wife, it's always me who initiates, but I've never experienced her

intensity , never felt her passionate love, which brought me to a rapid climax.

My penis pressed against her clitoris, joyfully releasing my energy. She

seemed , emitting that familiar crying sound. Her body throbbed rhythmically, listening to each other's rapid

breathing, enjoying each other's spiritual pleasure…

Finally, she calmed down. The pleasure and drowsiness that followed the intensity made me close my eyes, but unexpectedly, she

was already fast asleep, breathing evenly, drifting into a sweet dream.

I woke up a little after five, with my beloved lying beside me. Looking at her

peaceful sleeping face, I felt completely at ease. Bringing her happiness and joy was enough for me.

I gently kissed her lips; she didn't move. I kissed her face and her full breasts again. She

still didn't move, so I continued to gently kiss her lips and breasts.

Finally, she opened her beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times. I touched her breasts, gently stroking her small

nipples, and she cupped my face in her hands, bringing our lips together. She loved kissing

, and during a kiss, she would quickly feel a surge of passion, letting out rapid moans.

As I suckled her nipple, she quickly entered a frenzied excitement. Each kiss fueled her desire

, her body writhing uncontrollably as she uttered those magnetic, broken pleas: "Don't torture me...don't

do this ...don't..." She moaned as she rapidly stroked my penis, eager to

penetrate me.

Her body was already brimming with desire, overflowing with lust, yearning to receive her lover. We instantly

joined together, entwined in a silent, intimate lovemaking.

Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, punctuated by a captivating, tearful cry, urging me to relentlessly charge

within her. Overwhelmed by her passion, overwhelmed by her fervor, I forgot the world,

as if only the two of us were chasing each other in a drunken trance, floating in blissful ecstasy... We continued our relentless grinding until we were both utterly exhausted, then lay motionless on

her even warmer, softer body.

After a long while, as we both calmed down, I gently brushed my lips across her burning hot

lips and said, "I want to excite you in a French way."

She asked, "What way?" I smiled, "Actually, I already tried it yesterday."

She immediately understood what I meant; she had indeed felt the extreme pleasure I brought her. She said,

"Do you and your wife do this too?" I didn't answer, not expecting her to ask such a difficult question.

"Tell me," she said, seemingly eager to know this wonderful secret,

a secret . I paused slightly and said, "Yes, we do." I answered honestly. "What did she say?" she asked, wanting

to know if she felt the same way about this French pleasure.

"Never heard of it before," I replied with an idiom. "Never heard of it before?" She giggled, moved

by this wonderful shared feeling, laughing from the bottom of her heart. "Who taught you this?" I said I read it in a book

, not daring to mention my former lover.

"Have you been with someone else?" "No!" I denied decisively. "AIDS, STDs,

that would only hurt you." She remained silent. I said, "Only love can make you do these things."

She seemed to nod. I turned around, spreading her firm, beautiful thighs. I greedily kissed them;

the soft, elastic, and smooth texture excited me greatly. The faint fragrance emanating from them made me

feel intoxicated.

Unable to resist my love, she moved her hips restlessly, her legs spreading and retracting restlessly. Her

feet braced against the sheets, she raised her hips high, twisting and turning, uttering familiar cries of pain: "No!"

"No…" A hand frantically stroked me, kissing me as well.

I kissed her relentlessly, exciting and satisfying her. She could no longer bear this unprecedented stimulation,

finally clamping her legs together, preventing me from continuing. Her body and mind were as soft as cotton, only her breath coming in short gasps. I

suddenly had a thought and asked, "I want to see." Without waiting for her reply, I took a clear look, then kissed her

passionately again.

She quickly became excited, wriggling her hips, but she immediately covered her hairy

genitals with her hands, clamping her legs together to prevent me from seeing, and said angrily, "No, no." I turned back and kissed her

lips again, our lips entwined for a long time. We were both exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I looked at the clock and it was 7:10. She was awake, wearing a sleeveless dress and a miniskirt,

which looked very good on her, displaying a youthful and elegant temperament. Then she put on makeup and lipstick,

making her look even more charming.

She was leaving. Knowing I had escaped to be with her, she said, "Go back quickly." We hurriedly ate

breakfast , got on the bus, and went to the station. I saw her

off, bidding her a reluctant farewell. She's gone; when will we meet again? I wish her good fortune! Two nights of passion, four times of union—our destiny

from a past life ! We shared the most beautiful moments of our lives! Am I dreaming? I had no extravagant desires, only to

see her, but now I not only saw her, but I was able to touch her skin! A young, beautiful, intelligent

woman with a proud and charming air will forever remain in my heart.

[The End]

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