The tragedy of virginity: promiscuity.

At 20, I had just stepped out of the school gates. Like other young people, I was full of youthful ambition,

wanting to start my own business and have my own place in the world. But fate is always so unfair…

The competition in the real world is too fierce. My meager monthly salary simply couldn't keep me going

. Besides going to work, coming home, and sleeping, it was the same monotonous cycle day after day, so boring.

Gradually, I started to like nightclubs. I'd jump and dance, drink, and headbang—it felt so good. But

a terrible clutch was slowly reaching out to me. When I got tired of dancing, I'd run back to the rest area to drink. Suddenly,

a guy came up next to me. He probably looked like a younger guy, which is probably why we started talking.

We talked a lot.

Maybe it was because I was in a good mood, but that night we talked a lot. Suddenly, he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I

casually remarked that while others hold hands, I hold my own left hand with my right. He then asked if I'd ever been in a relationship, and I

replied that I hadn't even had my first kiss, so how could I have ever been in a relationship? (This was probably an implication that I was still a...)

He was very happy to hear that, and we chatted for quite a while. I'd drunk quite a bit, and when I said I wanted to go home, he

offered to take me.

I said, "No, thank you," and he left, but I was wrong.

I wandered around, stopping occasionally, and he followed behind (I was a little dizzy, probably from drinking too much).

Later, he ran up to me, offering to take me home. I didn't refuse; I thought he was quite cute. I also told him my

apartment was just ahead (that's how I let a wolf into my house).

As soon as I opened the door to the apartment, he revealed his true colors. I

still remember his rudeness, wildness, and savagery. He locked the door behind him and immediately grabbed me and kissed me. I was terrified, but

my reason told me to struggle and save my first time for our wedding night. But after all, I was just a young girl, and I couldn't resist

his massive body. He started kissing me, and I could clearly hear his breathing from my face to my neck. Even through

my clothes , his enormous member pressed against me, and I slowly began to feel afraid. At that moment, I... Slowly, he started

tearing at my clothes, roughly ripping off my bra, climbing onto my breasts, and slowly sucking on them, saying, "

Your breasts are so beautiful, just like little steamed buns. Your skin is so nice." I don't know what that feeling was like, it was tingling and

numb.

From my face to my neck to my breasts to my back, it felt incredibly good. His tongue roamed freely over my body, and

slowly he pulled down my pants (I don't know how he pulled them down, I remember struggling).

He slowly touched me there with his hands, and I cried out. He was startled and said, "So you're a little slut

, all wet down there. I'll make you overflow like the Yellow River and the Yangtze River burst its banks." He massaged me gently, and with a combination of

left and right hands, I slowly stopped struggling and began to enjoy it, enjoying his tongue slowly

licking and sucking my breasts, from top to bottom, from left to right—an indescribable feeling. After a while, he suddenly moved his tongue

down , all the way to my vulva, and took a deep breath. (It was a special feeling, a

feeling I'd never had in 20 years.) He said, "Even a golden vulva or a silver vulva can't compare to a virgin's vulva."

His penis swelled like never before, hot and making him panic, hard and going crazy.

He was like a wild beast, his breathing heavy and rapid, his movements intense and frantic. He started pulling off

his clothes and pants; I remember his movements were very hurried, revealing his enormous member. I was startled. (Even if you haven't eaten

pork, you've at least seen pigs run, right?) What I saw was much larger than anything I'd ever seen in books or online.

I couldn't resist touching it. He made an "oh" sound. I don't know why, but I touched it a few more times. He was so impatient

, he couldn't resist inserting it. He spread my legs and put it inside. Suddenly, he encountered something that blocked his way. (He was relatively

considerate; movements weren't too rough.) He laughed loudly. I was terrified. Then he started slowly sucking on me again. Touching me

, my whole body felt numb and very comfortable. Without realizing it, I thrust down forcefully, and I let out a huge scream. Intense pain

swept through my body, a tearing pain. He started caressing me again, sucking on

me. That comfortable feeling returned, slowly making me feel that divine sensation again.

He started slowly thrusting in and out; at first it was a little painful, but slowly… He thrust in and out repeatedly.

At first, I could resist the pleasurable onslaught. I didn't moan, didn't cry out, and deliberately didn't cooperate. But when his fiery

kisses landed on my tender skin again and again, until the tenth time, a tidal wave of wetness and overflowing desire,

along with the emptiness and weakness in my body, and the unsettling feeling of being adrift, forced me to give in.

I looked back at him, and he smiled. I swayed my plump hips, trying

to rub His

hardness became even harder, his erection even more erect. Under this deadly stimulation, he couldn't help but press himself tightly against

me, making our private parts even closer. It was just a close contact, not a perfect fit, but at this crucial moment

, he still didn't forget to stimulate me a little more.

I can't describe what it felt like. Hehe. "Isn't it true that the sun always shines after the storm? No pain, no gain?" Slowly,

he thrust deeper and deeper with each stroke. Reaching the deepest point, I forgot the pain and began to moan uncontrollably, from the

occasional "oh" and "ah" at the beginning to "oh yeah" and "oh yeah." Ah. Ah. Ah. He began to thrust in and out,

and I moaned in response, pulling once, twice… for a long time.

This was a battle of equals, a clash of titans.

This was a fierce competition without gunpowder.

I don't know how much time passed… only to see juices splattering everywhere, both of us drenched in sweat. I had already reached

peak , but he hadn't yet.

In the end, I was the first to give in, whimpering, "Good man, can you have some mercy on me? This is my

first time, let me rest a bit before receiving your favor?"

After a short rest, we started again.

The scalding hardness brought peak pleasure, temporarily relieving my desire and torment, but it wasn't enough

, far from enough. It was always a disappointment, leaving me wanting more. To make up for this disappointment, I once again used my

most seductive moans to provoke his violence, using my gentlest caresses to entice his attack.

He said: "My God, what a beauty this is!"

He did the "old man pushes me in a cart" position. "Wow, that feels so good!" He started thrusting, each thrust

bringing a surprise. His hands didn't forget to grab my breasts, each thrust harder than the last, until he reached the very top of my vulva.

Suddenly he slowly stopped, thrusting in and out of the opening, then suddenly plunging all the way in. I cried out, "Ah!" It felt so good!

Later, I counted, and it went all the way in every nine thrusts (this must be the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one). Every time he thrust,

I cried out. I don't know how long I cried out, but I felt like I went from hell to heaven and back again. When I reached heaven, I

started screaming.

With my moans, with my stimulation, with my seduction!

Finally, his speed increased unbelievably. My screams quickened along with his. He let out a cry of "Ah!" I

knew he was coming. I screamed again, going from hell to heaven. We reached that legendary,

beautiful place together... He ejaculated all his essence inside me.

He lay on my bed, looking at the bloodstains on the sheets, and slowly smiled. I looked at him; the whole room

reeked of male and female hormones. He started getting dressed, and after he finished, he took a huge wad of cash from his wallet, threw

it on the bed, and left. I cried. I

didn't know what to do—call the police or what. In the end, he was gone, taking everything with him. I

didn't even know his name. My first time was gone in a daze? Leaving behind a huge wad of cash.

Was fate? But looking at the wad of cash on the bed and the specks of blood, I was stunned. Tears slowly streamed down my face

. Slowly, I fell asleep and drifted off to sleep...

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