[Experience at the movie theater]

Back then, I was single. Due to my work environment, I rarely saw any

attractive women, let alone had any desire to find a girlfriend. Fortunately, transportation is convenient these days, and every weekend I would go

to a movie theater in the city, a good way to relieve my loneliness.

One summer day, I arrived at the theater at 9:30 am as usual, found a

good seat, and since it was a continuous showing, I could watch until the afternoon, and even take

a nap if I wanted. The theater seats were all couple seats, and my seat was a bit in the middle and front, which

was comfortable.

At first, there were few people, but gradually more people arrived. I suddenly noticed a

young couple sitting next to me. Since I rarely had the chance to see women, I naturally didn't want to miss this opportunity. They both

seemed to be students; the girl seemed quite innocent, and the boy, judging from his seat, was short and

quiet .

They started kissing soon after they arrived, and sometimes I could hear the girl making soft moaning

sounds . How could I resist? So I unzipped my pants, pulled out my underwear, and slowly

began to masturbate . While watching the movie and listening to the woman moaning as the man played with her, I masturbated. I figured the

guy's hand was probably touching her private parts; otherwise, why would she be making such seductive

sounds?

Later, they quieted down, probably because they were getting bored or tired. But I remained restless and

unable to calm down. I leaned my head against the partition next to them and stretched one leg towards them. Since the girl was close to

me, my foot naturally touched hers. She flinched at first, then started playing with me. I thought, "This

girl's pretty horny!"

Since she was so cooperative, why should I just play a foot-hooking game? So, in the darkness, I reached my hand

over as well. Because it was summer, the girl was wearing a short skirt, and my hand naturally touched her thigh.

Ah, the feeling of her snow-white skin was indescribable.

Sigh... I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, and my desire grew even stronger.

The girl didn't pull away, letting me gently caress her; I guess she enjoyed it too.

To was undeniably tempting. After a while, the girl felt

it wasn't enough, so she moved her hand from her boyfriend's thigh to mine—and then we played with each other's fingers,

stroking the backs of our hands, our palms tickling each other.

Honestly, I'd never experienced such teasing before, so my other hand started masturbating even faster.

Suddenly, there was a noise; the girl seemed to say something to her boyfriend, and after a while, they got up and changed

seats—I thought: Oh no, the girl must have regretted it, and she might have even whispered

bad things 's ear, even describing me as a shameless pervert. How could that be? I was even a little worried that

a conflict might break out.

In the dim light of the movie, I saw the girl lie down on her boyfriend's lap. Feeling bored, I

started watching the movie. But after what had just happened, the movie felt incredibly dull. Suddenly, I noticed

a hand touching my inner thigh. Damn, so that girl wasn't satisfied and changed positions, ostensibly

to give her boyfriend some erotic fun, but actually to touch me. I couldn't resist any longer, grabbing her

hand and pulling it towards my hard penis. Without hesitation, she quickly and gently began to stroke it. It felt so good—

much better than masturbation.

Feeling her smooth little hand stroking it, I thought maybe even her boyfriend had never received such treatment.

After all, she was still a student, and they might even be planning to get married; she needed to maintain a ladylike image.

Judging from her ecstatic moans, if she had a lot of sexual experience,

how ? I simply pulled my pants down to my knees so

the girl could play with my penis more freely.

After a while, the girl withdrew her hand and straightened up. After a commotion,

the guy left his seat, leaving only the girl. Time was dragging on; there was no

movement or action from the other side, and I was getting increasingly anxious. Suddenly, the girl also stood up and moved closer to me. I was

overjoyed and took the opportunity to touch the girl's thigh, but she walked past and left through the aisle. Where did she go? Left

? No way, because if she left, she should have gone in the direction her boyfriend left, probably to the bathroom.

Sure enough, a while later, the girl crept back from the side of the aisle. Seeing her return, I was very

excited , masturbating with one hand and preparing to touch her buttocks with the other. Unexpectedly, as the girl passed my legs,

she lifted her short skirt, and I casually touched it—wow, no underwear (she must have taken it off earlier, my

little slut).

??? I saw the girl spread her buttocks with both hands, flip her tender pussy and placed it on my penis. I quickly adjusted

the direction and helped her align it. The girl felt my penis rubbing against her and immediately got wet, then she slowly sat

down. My seat was the second one from the aisle, the first one was empty, and the third one was also empty (still warm from her and her

boyfriend's body). But this second one, my penis actually entered her tender pussy.

Then came the "hey, hey!" I was touching the girl's firm breasts and nipples, thrusting happily into her. The girl

held onto my naked thighs, bouncing happily on them. Her vaginal fluids flowed all over my penis, pubic hair

, and thighs. With a series of powerful thrusts, each one penetrating deep into her core, I fucked her until she was gushing,

panting .

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my groin—I was about to ejaculate! So I thrust even more violently, and in one final

, deep , I ejaculated all my semen inside her. The girl convulsed, her copious amounts of fluid

soaking the seat. She lifted her buttocks, the fluids flowing everywhere.

The battle was over. The girl shuffled back to her seat, and after a few soft rustling sounds,

she left.

Later, I thought I saw her on the street, but I wasn't sure. It was too dark to see her face clearly,

and of course, I didn't know her name or even what language she spoke (just kidding, Chinese people definitely speak Mandarin).

She seemed to recognize me, but also seemed completely unfamiliar, since we'd never actually met face-to-face.

But I think that incredibly fun experience will leave an unforgettable memory in both of our hearts.

【over】

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