Running in July

I was startled to see her curvaceous, jade-like body, her skin as smooth and delicate as frost

, her fair face flushed slightly from the hot water, as alluring as a blooming peach blossom. Her wet

body coiled around me like a snake, and for a moment I felt as if I had lost consciousness, my body swelling, swelling uncontrollably.

If I didn't respond, I felt I would explode.

I hugged her back, trembling, stammering, "Sister, sister..." She looked at me tenderly,

gently stroking my face, saying, "My child, my little darling." Then, she covered my lips with her red ones

.

I heard her soft, rapid breathing, the sweet fragrance emanating from her mouth captivating and intoxicating me

. I greedily inhaled, swirling her nimble tongue within mine. We were like two patients suffocating from lack of oxygen, breathing each other

's air tightly.

After a long while, she finally moved her mouth away, kissing my chin. She unbuttoned my shirt, which was soaked by the showerhead, and kissed

my neck, ears, shoulders, chest, and lower abdomen... step by step, her kisses moving downwards like a warm current

flowing through my body. I stood there, frozen, letting her lead the way.

Finally, she pulled down my underwear, and my penis stood there stiffly. She knelt in front of me,

the shower water pouring over us. We looked like we were performing a sacred ritual in ancient times, mysterious and solemn.

Her fingers circled around my penis a few times, then gently grasped it,

lifting her lips, which had been kissing the dark bush above, and took it into her mouth. It was moist and warm, her tongue

moving up and down like a fish.

I thrust a few times in response, feeling the soft, warm, and slippery walls of her mouth. A soul-

stirring intoxicating, and intense stimulation immediately surged from my genitals to my heart and brain. It was a

sudden, unexpected, and overwhelming stimulation, brief yet intense. I opened my mouth wide, breathing rapidly, my manhood

trembling in her mouth. I knew I couldn't hold on.

I stood there numbly, feeling ashamed. I felt my thing was utterly useless.

She slowly stood up, somewhat satisfied. I saw her round, white breasts, without the slightest sagging, and

two small, slightly upturned, lotus-seed-sized nipples surrounded by pink nipples—the most beautiful

breasts I had ever seen. I reached up with both hands, joyfully grasping her full, jade-like breasts in my hands. They were soft,

elastic, smooth, and warm—very pleasurable. I looked at the beautiful, endearing pink nipples, like pearls, swaying between my fingers,

swallowed hard, and felt an urge to suckle.

I lowered my head, burying my face between her full, fragrant breasts. A sweet milky scent filled my heart, and

my mind raced. I bit down on the small, round nipple with my hot lips. Her slender hands stroked my damp hair, her face

flushed , her lips slightly parted, and she moaned softly. Her bright red nipples gradually hardened in my mouth. The sound

aroused my desire, my heart pounded, and my lower body suddenly swelled with blood, erecting itself against her sensitive, warm, and

mysterious triangle.

With a forceful thrust, I felt my penis completely enveloped by her wet, warm, soft flesh—it felt

incredibly comfortable, indescribably wonderful. This pleasurable sensation made me thrust all the way in, reaching the deepest point with a powerful plunge.

We were pressed tightly together, without any gap, yet I continued to thrust forcefully, as if I wanted to

fill in everything outside, to share the exquisite taste of paradise.

I think I really did well this time; in my arms, she only knew how to twist her slender waist and sway her full hips. Her delicate

cheeks were flushed a vibrant red, as if painted with rouge, radiating springtime allure. Her petal-like lips parted incessantly, her breath sweet as orchids,

emitting soft moans that sounded almost like sobs. Gazing at her intoxicated, ecstatic beauty, listening to her soul-stirring

moans, my desire surged, my blood boiled.

This must be conquest, I thought.

Later, I carried her, limp as a rag doll, out of the bathroom. She pressed her peach-blossom face against my

ear , weakly saying, "Put me on the sofa." I nestled beside her, resting my head

on her slender thighs, panting. After a while, the blush on her face faded. She got up, her beautiful body naked, and

went to the liquor cabinet, taking out half a bottle of foreign liquor. She poured two half-glasses; it was a thick, yellow liquor with a mellow

, aged aroma, shimmering with golden light under the lamp. She said, "Have a little, it's

Austrian , sprinkled with gold dust. I dare say no more than ten people in Nanyang have ever tasted it.

" Later, she asked me to carry her to the bed. For her age, her figure was truly enviable

. I felt like I was holding a delicate, beautiful sculpture made of white jade. She pinched my nose and laughed,

saying, "Kid, I'm going to drain you dry." I said in a heavy, nasal voice, "Sister, then you try it." I threw her

onto the IKEA bed. On the deep red Fuanna blanket, she looked like the most beautiful and vibrant flower.

She lazily lay flat on her back, her clear almond-shaped eyes half-closed, her knees bent and slightly

parted , revealing a mysterious triangle. Down from there, a pink

valley was faintly visible under the cover of dark hair. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, and her breasts were firm and snow-white. Although I had already experienced such a vivid and enchanting beauty

, I still couldn't help but stare, mesmerized. She parted her eyes slightly and saw my infatuated expression. Her heart

fluttered with a mixture of shyness and joy. Her fair face flushed crimson, radiating spring's passion. She glanced at me with a coquettish look and said in a seductive voice,

"What are you staring at

like an idiot for?" I was already aroused, my desire burning fiercely. My manhood was erect as hard as iron. Urged on by her words, I immediately climbed

onto her curvaceous, soft, and fragrant body. I supported myself with my left hand, and with my right hand, I held my manhood against her

wet, spring-like place, and thrust down hard.

She let out a soft "ouch," her smooth, jade-like forehead furrowing slightly, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing. She hugged me tightly with her smooth, rounded pink arms

and said coquettishly, "Slow down." I obediently stopped moving. Perhaps I had used too much force. She

gasped and held me tightly, then thrust upwards, finally taking my entire manhood inside her.

Seeing her alluring face, so beautiful and alluring, with a hint of wantonness in her eyes, I felt my blood boil. Excitedly,

I thrust and churned, grinding and grinding, pumping vigorously. Her body writhed, her buttocks arched, and she

moaned

. Fine beads of fragrant sweat glistened on her exquisitely beautiful face, her smooth, white breasts, and her half-closed eyes revealed her ecstatic state

. I thought, as long as she didn't give up, I could continue like this until dawn.

Suddenly, her jade-like legs clamped tightly around me, her snow-white, rounded arms wrapped around me, preventing me from moving

. Her red lips trembled as she said, "Harder, deeper." I obeyed, pressing down to the very bottom, feeling her contractions

and expansions like a baby nursing, sucking on my member. An unprecedented, breathtaking, and utterly blissful

pleasure surged through me, reaching my head and spreading to every limb. I was

overwhelmed , feeling incredibly comfortable. Every pore on my body opened, my heart pounded, and I felt completely out of my mind.

My face twitched strangely, and with a low growl, the hottest and thickest stream of fluid I had ever produced shot out like

arrows . Then my mind went blank, and I collapsed helplessly onto her full, fleshy, soft, and

translucent body, breathing heavily.

Her delicate, white hands caressed my back, and she asked lovingly, "Who's the better one?" I

said, savoring the moment, "Hehe, that's great. I never thought you could bite like that." She blushed slightly and said, "You're lucky. You know,

some men never experience this in their entire lives. "

She guided my hand to the area where her legs met, saying, "Put your hand in there, yes, a little further

in Right, can you feel it? Feel its shape. Let me tell you, this is a woman's G

-spot. If it's not developed, few women will enjoy the pleasure it brings." It's strange that we possess

it but don't fully utilize it, ignoring its existence—that's a woman's greatest tragedy.

Everyone has their own unique skill, and I never imagined hers was this. I swear, I've never

met . Yes, some people spend their whole lives making love, but they

never truly experience the highest level of physical intimacy. I never believe in self-taught skills. We should all have a humble heart, be good at learning and reflecting,

no matter where we are. This includes love and making love.

I'm not someone who gets hopelessly lost in nonsensical theories. I believe practice is

the sole criterion for testing truth. I'm a thorough materialist, someone who only wants to put things into practice. I love experiencing;

I like to do things, to try them, rather than locking myself away and secretly fantasizing.

I said, "Sister, I believe in you. Let's try again, this time let's see who's better." She laughed, her face, as red as a peach blossom in the dim

light , still glistening with fine sweat. "Kid, you're so good, can you do it?" I said,

"Whether I can or not depends on my actions. Feel my lower part.

" She touched it and exclaimed excitedly, "Oh my…!"

Her deep, clear phoenix eyes gazed at me with a deep affection, deeper than a deep pool, and

she smiled , "Silly boy, you want it again?"

I kissed her wildly, to confirm that it was all real. She responded passionately to my kiss.

Our lips and tongues intertwined again, licking and sucking each other tenderly. I

slowly inserted my throbbing member into her paradise. Her beautiful eyes gazed at me tenderly, and she said softly, "My darling, just like that,

take it slow." I felt her place was wet and slippery, making the insertion smooth. She gently swayed her snow-white

, plump buttocks, her delicate face convulsing with a sweet yet painful tremor, her teeth clenching and making soft, gurgling sounds, her slender hands

scratching and kneading my back, her long, smooth pink legs tightly intertwined, rubbing against each other intensely.

I knew this was a signal, and immediately, without hesitation, I thrust my fiery member into her warm, tender, wet, and tight

paradise, plunging left and right. She tilted her head back, her red lips slightly parted, letting out a wanton moan. I felt the softness and warmth of her

paradise, the friction incredibly pleasurable, filling me with a sense of fulfillment. I then began to thrust and pump even harder

. She gradually reached her climax, her slender waist dancing like willow catkins in the wind, her plump, white buttocks frequently arching to meet my

thrusts. Her round, full, pink legs moved with a rhythmic stretching and contraction, her beautiful face as radiant as a flower,

a hint of wantonness in her eyes, her mouth half-open, panting softly, finally letting out a wanton cry, "So good... I... I...

Ah, oh! ... Just like that... faster..."

Suddenly she let out a sweet moan, her soft hands and long, white legs clinging tightly to me like an octopus

, her paradise contracting rapidly, a stream of hot fluid shooting out, she

climaxed with pleasure.

I, however, was still excited, not stopping my movements with her, my manhood hard as iron,

already majestic. Completely satisfied, she opened her eyes slightly, a faint smile on her lips, her pretty face flushed with spring, fluid flowing freely beneath her,

her limbs limp on the bed, letting me do as I pleased.

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