[Girls born in the 90s are truly like wolves and tigers!]

Post-90s girls are like wolves and tigers!

I'm so glad I found my group again. Before I found it, I really felt like the internet wasn't very interesting.

But thankfully, summer is almost here, and my attention has shifted from the internet to the scantily clad

girls on the streets. Hehe, actually, it's not even hot in May and June, but those young girls (

and young women )

are already eager to show off their figures on the streets. Especially some of

the girls —full hips, slim waists, and big breasts—they really dare to wear such revealing clothes. I often feel like I'm getting a nosebleed. And today's

post-90s girls are getting bolder and bolder. Not only are they well-developed and tall at such a young age, but their personalities are also becoming increasingly open.

Just the other night, I encountered one, and I have to admire their courage and marvel at my good

luck ! That evening, on my way home from work, because of the crowds and traffic, I don't know how, but

I bumped into a young girl. I only felt like I brushed against her before I braked. But she still fell to

the ground . I was startled and quickly jumped out of the car. There sat a pretty, short-haired girl, her hands

supporting her slender waist, her brows slightly furrowed, gently biting her lip.

It was rush hour, and within ten seconds, a crowd had gathered. Everyone was

chattering . Some said to rush her to the hospital, others said to call the police, some were just there to watch, and

a few young men who looked like thugs started whistling and jeering. While I admired the efficiency of the general public in

gathering amusement, my mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. Then, I couldn't help but laugh. It turned out

the girl was wearing a low-cut, strappy dress, probably made of silk. It

had snagged on my car somewhere, leaving a long, gaping tear. Her bra and panties were clearly visible.

She was blushing, glaring at me angrily, but remained motionless, her hands covering her chest and genitals. Heh.

No wonder some thugs were whistling.

I quickly grabbed my jacket from the back of my car and draped it over her, covering her private parts. I then helped her to see if she could stand up.

She hesitated a bit when I put the jacket on her, but she took it anyway and stood up with my help

. I whispered to her, "I'm sorry, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up now. There are too many people here,

let's talk in the car."

I was really afraid the traffic police would show up; that would be troublesome, especially since my car didn't have an environmental protection sticker. She hesitated for a moment, then

didn't say anything, just lowered her head and followed me into the car.

Once inside, I hurriedly drove away from the scene, and breathed a sigh of relief—I hadn't seen any police. She

casually said to me, "How could you drive like that? You made me so embarrassed, and my clothes are ruined too.

Why am I so unlucky?" I quickly apologized and offered to take her to the hospital, but she pouted and said, "

No need to go to the hospital, just take me home. I need to change. I'd be so ashamed to go to the hospital dressed like this."

Heh, I felt like things weren't as serious as I'd imagined.

Her tone seemed alright. I readily agreed, secretly glancing at this girl. From the side, she was quite

pretty, with a decent bust and nice skin. Could this be a chance for a romantic encounter? I quickly

expressed my sincerity by offering to treat her to a meal as an apology

and offering to compensate her for her clothes. She remained silent for a while, and I didn't dare ask further. Just when I

thought things had stalled, she muttered under her breath, "This dress costs over 600 yuan, are you really willing to pay for it?" Haha, this looks

promising! I said firmly, "Of course I'll pay, and I'll even treat you to dinner." She chuckled

, "Okay, I'll go back and change first, wait for me downstairs." Haha, looks like this is going to work out.

This little girl isn't too greedy; she insisted on going to a seafood buffet. She even brought another girl along. Looks like she

still doesn't trust me. During dinner, I learned they were from the same hometown and had just turned 18. They worked as receptionists and waitresses at a

four-star hotel. After a few drinks, we got to know each other and started chatting about everything under the sun. They were quite

naive, answering any questions. However, they were very vain, constantly talking about making a lot of money, claiming it was to broaden

their horizons . They also expressed a strong interest in bars, saying they'd never been one before. Haha, that's great!

After dinner, I said we still had plenty of time, so I took them to the city's most famous bar street. I even called a

friend over. It was 2v2, so it'd be easier for me to make my move. Finally, when we left the bar, the two girls were still very

excited. My friend had already been intimate with the other girl. I held back, though, as I'm not comfortable

in public. My friend and the other girl had already gone to a corner and were groping her, making

her moan softly. So, things naturally progressed. We all went to a hotel.

Although the girl wasn't very talkative in the car, she went wild in the room. As soon as we entered, she pinned me

against the wall, pressing her large, fleshy breasts against me, and started French kissing

me. She was very assertive, exploring my mouth with her tongue. Seeing how proactive she was, I figured I shouldn't just sit idly by. I slipped my hands inside her bra and started kneading

her large breasts. Wow, girls these days develop so well; I couldn't even hold them all in one hand. And

they were so firm. Especially the nipples, which were as hard as soybeans. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier.

I scooped her up in my arms, she gasped, but then jumped into my embrace, her legs wrapped around my

waist . Damn, I got an erection instantly. We stripped each other naked and started giving each other oral sex while showering.

Her vagina was a light color and looked clean. But her oral sex technique wasn't very good; she just

rubbed it in her mouth, which made me very uncomfortable. I taught her to lick my penis like she was licking a popsicle, and she knelt down in front of me,

seemingly understanding started licking it earnestly. Watching this naked,

curvaceous girl diligently sucking on my penis, I felt incredibly happy.

This 90s-born girl, though young, was very bold; she was willing to accept anything I taught her,

even oral sex.

It seemed I was really lucky; I couldn't waste this beauty. Feeling my penis was ready,

I picked her up and placed her on the dressing table, had her spread her legs, put on a condom, and, holding my penis, thrust it into her opening

. Damn, it was wet, slippery, tight, and hot inside. It felt so good. Her legs were naturally draped over my shoulders

, and her hands were constantly roaming over my chest. My hands were not idle either, constantly kneading her full and firm breasts

, and occasionally giving them a kiss.

As my movements intensified and deepened, her eyes grew increasingly hazy, her face flushed, and

her hands began to grip my arms tightly. Her soft moans grew louder and louder; she didn't seem like an 18-year

-old girl at all, she was a slut. Perhaps it was because I hadn't done it in a long time, I felt a tingling sensation in my glans,

knowing that an orgasm was coming. I quickly pulled out, ripped off the condom, and ejaculated a stream of semen onto her snow-white breasts . She

supported herself on the dressing table, her cherry-like mouth open, her eyes fixed on my purplish-red penis throbbing in front of her

, a large amount of white semen spraying all over her chest.

I was enjoying the waves of pleasure when she suddenly squatted down, lifted my slightly limp penis, and began

to stroke it , saying lewdly, "I'm not done yet, can we do it again?" Heh, it seems I've

met a slut. Not wanting to disappoint her, I quickly regrouped and thrust in again, but this time it was doggy

style. I held her slender waist and thrust hard into her big ass; the feeling was indescribably amazing.

We did it four times that night, and by the next morning my back was aching. She, however, was still completely

absorbed in the experience, nestled in my arms. She even said she wanted to do it again. To be honest, by the fourth time, I

had much, and it wasn't very thick either. Haha, it seems girls born in the 90s are something else.

We're still in contact, like friends with benefits. My buddy, on the other hand, didn't get up at all, later

telling me he was too tired, and jokingly said he'd been raped. Haha. It seems girls born in the 90s are

truly like wolves and tigers, no less vigorous than women in their 30s and 40s. You can't stay with them for long; you have

to . An 18-year-old girl is really strong, like a chili pepper—flavorful, but you can't eat too much of it.

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