Unable to extricate oneself

Unable to extricate

myself from this situation, I realized that people often start by talking about their first woman. My first woman was my classmate,

Lin. I was 17 years old then, and we didn't understand love at all; everything that happened

was out of curiosity.

My grandfather was an old revolutionary, and our whole family lived with him in a military compound. After my grandfather passed away,

the government didn't take back the house, so we could live there for generations.

Our two families lived very close to each other, and every day on my way to school, I would always run into Lin. For some

reason, would always run away when she saw me, taking a different route or simply running quickly towards school. At first, it didn't

seem like a big deal, but as time went on, her unusual behavior gradually piqued my curiosity.

I would often take advantage of her running away to mischievously find a shorter route to get ahead of her, suddenly appear, startle her

, and then watch her run away, her face flushed.

Although we were classmates, she was introverted and almost never talked to any of her classmates, including me.

One day after school, when I chased after her as usual, she didn't run away. Instead, she slowly approached

me: "Ningxia, stop fooling around. Can we walk together?" I was startled by this sudden change and

casually agreed, "Sure, sure, it's on my way." "Ningxia, do you like soldiers? My dad's a soldier." "I

don't like them. I don't want to be a soldier. I just want to be a big hotel owner someday." "There's a girl in our class who likes you,

did you know?" "Stop fooling around. People only like those who are good at studying." "Ningxia... do you believe in love

?"

We chatted aimlessly about topics we didn't even understand. I found this girl quite cute

. So, two close friends appeared on this path. We walked home together almost every day after school. With Lin's

company , it slowly became a habit.

Our first close encounter was during a summer vacation. My two best friends and I had just had a few drinks and were sitting by the

river, talking aimlessly about our dreams. When we were kids, many people dreamed of

becoming . My dream back then was to own a hotel so I could

drink with my friends every day.

Just then, Lin arrived, taking a walk with her cousin, Xiaoli. I greeted them warmly.

She smiled and nodded without saying a word, but Xiaoli was very cheerful.

"Where are you two going?" "I'm keeping my sister company. What

grand ?" "Little girl, this is adult stuff. You wouldn't understand." "Tch, I don't

care to hear it, you rascal!" We all burst into mischievous laughter.

Summer weather really changes quickly. Soon, dark clouds gathered, and it looked like a downpour was imminent. None of us

had umbrellas, and it seemed we wouldn't make it home in time. So I suggested to my buddies that we take shelter in the nearby watermelon

patch.

Just as everyone agreed, the rain began to fall mercilessly. Lin was nearby,

about to run home. I shouted to her, "It's too late, it's already raining! Come with us

to get shelter! Xiaoli, you come too!" She looked hesitant, standing there blankly. Without thinking, I

ran over, grabbed Lin's hand, and we all ran towards the watermelon patch. I

remembered there was a small watermelon shed there when we used to steal watermelons; it was a makeshift structure built by the grower, not very big, but

enough .

The owner of the shed wasn't there, and the five of us squeezed in. The rain outside was pouring down,

and we couldn't see any trees or flowers. Everyone was busy wiping the rain off their faces, complaining about the weather.

Lin was still beside me, and I suddenly realized I hadn't let go of her hand. Instinctively, we both

released our hands at the same time, our eyes met, and her face flushed instantly. I stared at her blankly, and suddenly realized

she was very beautiful, with long eyelashes, a fair complexion, and a small black mole on the corner of her mouth. Her jet-black hair, soaked by the rain,

hung down her shoulders, her white t-shirt was almost completely wet, and her not-so-full chest was exposed.

The rain intensified. My two friends, near the door, said, "Quick, squeeze in! Water's getting in

through the doorway ; we need to use the curtain." They pushed us forcefully inside, with Lin at the very back and me

beside her. The push was unexpected; I pulled her firmly into my arms. As the curtain fell, the

windowless shed was plunged into darkness.

Everyone else continued their chatter and laughter. But in our world, there was a profound tranquility.

There was no struggle, no resistance; our first contact was so intimate. I felt her

heart pounding in my chest, her rapid breathing in my ears, and the heat rising from her cheeks.

An impulse—I knew it wasn't love, just an impulse—rushed in, and Lin

responded by holding me tighter. I tentatively kissed her lips, and the moment my touch touched the corner of her mouth,

she trembled all over.

Afraid of startling her, I decided to stop my abrupt action. But to my surprise, when she noticed I was about to back away, she wrapped her arms

around my neck and gave me her first sweet kiss. Our first kiss

began in this dark place, in full view of everyone. Time seemed to stand still; I don't know how much time passed before we slowly separated. Our hands were tightly

clasped together, as if confirming some kind of relationship, making some kind of vow.

The next morning, Lin came to my house early. My parents were at work; it seemed she had scouted the place

before brazenly barging in. I was still in bed when the knocking woke me. Opening the door, I saw

her. Immediately, all sleepiness vanished. I stared at her in surprise; I really hadn't expected someone who

seemed so introverted to take the initiative.

I wanted to pick her up immediately, but lacking experience, we both seemed a little awkward. So I

let her in, lay back down on the bed, and had her sit beside me. I took her hand and asked, "

Did you like me before?"

She nodded.

"But I never liked you before. I was just curious, that's why I chased after you everywhere. That's true." "I

know , I can feel it."

"But now I realize I'm starting to like you."

"I know that too, so I came to find you and gave you this chance." We both laughed after saying that, and I pulled her

into my arms, savoring the sweetest fruit in the world.

We spent the whole summer together, and my buddies all knew about us, always

including her when they hung out. We went fishing, picnicked, and sang together. Back then, we were innocent;

aside from kissing, we didn't do anything else that crossed the line.

School starts in a week, and I really miss this beautiful vacation. Today is my birthday,

and early this morning , Lin came to my house with a carefully prepared little gift and a sweet kiss. But she seemed

a bit down, like she had a lot on her mind. After

I pressed her for details, she finally told me, "I was planning to tell you after my birthday, but my dad's in the military,

you know that. He's being transferred, and my mom and I might have to go with him to a very far place. We'll probably have to leave when

school ." My heart sank instantly. Why did it have to end so soon after it started? For

us 17-year-olds, the road to school was already long; how far could "a very far place" be? From her

words, I sensed that we might never see each other again.

However, we still pretended to say things like "I'll come see you" and "Let's write to each other" to comfort her and ourselves

.

"Where did your whole family go?"

"Ningxia..."

"Why so far away?" "It was arranged by the military, don't be sad." "Can I write to you?"

"Um..."

That night, one of my rich best friends was home alone, so he specially arranged a birthday party for me. He invited

several of my good friends, and of course, Lin. Everyone had a great time, drinking heartily. Only when Lin and I made eye contact

did a little sadness arise, so we deliberately avoided looking each other in the eye. We just drank heavily with our friends, and

she, who never drinks, also drank a lot.

It was late at night, and two friends left early, leaving the five of us drunk. My best friend's house

was big enough, so he suggested that we all sleep there. Naturally, Lin and I were put in the same room.

I was so drunk that I fell asleep immediately. Lin seemed to be okay; she even took off my shoes and quietly

lay down next to me.

In my dream, I returned to the melon shed, reliving my first intimate

encounter . It seemed to rain again, raindrops falling on my face, gently trickling into my lips. A

bitter taste jolted me awake.

Lin was beside me, watching my face; that bitterness was her tears. I knew she must be heartbroken,

deeply hurt, and didn't want to leave me. I slowly sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and our

eyes met . When our gazes met, tears welled up in my eyes.

She suddenly threw herself into my arms, bursting into tears, kissing me passionately as she cried. At that moment, I felt

an emotion called "love" driving us. Our lips and tongues intertwined, almost frantically, and she whispered in

my ear, "I want you!!!" Although we were only 17, we both knew

what was about to happen. No one tried to stop it; it all came so suddenly and so naturally. Perhaps only

"I want you" is more intense than "I love you" in this world? This was a dedication, a sacrifice, encompassing

all the emotions of "I love you."

I turned off the light, but she reached out and turned it back on brighter. She

undressed , until she was completely naked. She lay down quietly, letting me admire this work of art created by God.

Her skin was as white as snow, without a single flaw; the fragrance of a young girl permeated my lungs.

Her skin was smooth as jade, every inch so translucent. Her small breasts were very firm, the pink areolas delicate and alluring; her flat

stomach, slender waist, straight legs, and delicate toes were as fine as a baby's.

In an instant, my blood surged, and I irresistibly became entangled with her. While kissing her passionately, I caressed

every inch of her skin. Her breasts were just the right size to be held in one hand, so soft. I kneaded her

breasts, and she responded with soft moans.

I began to suckle her nipples. Lin seemed very sensitive to this; the moment I took her nipple into my mouth, she

trembled and cried out, "Ah!" Although inexperienced, I had secretly

watched porn and read some books with friends, gaining a basic understanding of techniques and knowing what to do next.

I slowly parted her legs, admiring her most beautiful private parts: sparse pubic hair, short and neatly

distributed; her light pink labia were slightly parted, some clear fluid already flowing out; and

her pink clitoris was erect. I gently moved closer; there was no smell,

only the lingering scent of shower gel, probably from a recent shower.

I began to gently lick her labia. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, she reflexively

twitched , then spread her legs even wider, seemingly indicating that it felt good. I increased

the speed of my tongue, and Lin's body began to writhe, her lower body instantly becoming incredibly wet.

My penis, now throbbing like a pillar, felt it was time. I used my larger hand to spread her

legs, kneeling between them, my engorged penis poised against Lin's thirsty labia. I looked at Lin; her

expectant gaze told me it was time to enter.

I thrust forward a few times, but couldn't find the right direction. Just as I was about to straighten it with my hand, Lin's hand suddenly reached

out , grabbing my penis and guiding it towards the entrance. A warm sensation enveloped me; it wasn't as

difficult as I'd imagined, and I'd already inserted halfway. Lin's brow furrowed slightly, as if in pain. I instinctively looked down and saw

bright red blood flowing out.

Primal instincts drove us, and the blood was undoubtedly a catalyst. I began to kiss her, my

tongue plunging into her mouth, swirling wildly. The pain was immediately replaced by a full, pleasurable sensation. Lin's face

flushed, her hips began to writhe, and I felt her vagina becoming increasingly wet. I lowered my hips,

effortlessly inserting myself fully, and began to thrust violently. Lin's love juices increased, and my speed

increased . "Ah...ah...so...comfortable...mmm...oh...don't stop...I want you...oh..." Lin began

to moan.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, I didn't immediately stop like most virgins. In a semi-numb state

, I fully enjoyed the first time we had sex.

Lin's buttocks swayed rhythmically with my thrusts, welcoming my entry. After about a few dozen thrusts

, Lin suddenly wrapped one arm tightly around my upper body, the other around my buttocks, her legs tightly

entwined around my waist, twisting wildly. She stopped moaning, seemingly enjoying something.

Lin's actions aroused me even more, my penis reaching its limit, waves of pleasure washing over me.

I used all my strength to thrust deeply into her, and as Lin's vagina contracted tightly, we both

reached orgasm simultaneously. She bit my shoulder, her body tightly entwined with mine, my penis fully inside her

, thrusting a few more times before ejaculating.

Blood was still flowing, tears were still flowing, and in the instant of orgasm, we cried tears of happiness.

This was our first, and only, and last time.

After school started, Lin really left. I missed her terribly and wrote to her every week. Her

letters would arrive on schedule. Those days were spent in anticipation and waiting; Lin's letters became my only emotional

support. The correspondence lasted for six months, and then I lost all contact with her.

I frantically wrote hundreds of letters to her old address, but they all disappeared without a trace.

A few months later, I heard that Lin's cousin, Xiaoli, had returned. I rushed to find her like a madwoman. After much

questioning , she told me everything:

before she passed away, her cousin had been diagnosed with leukemia, a hopeless terminal illness.

The only thing our whole family could do was not deceive her, tell her the truth, fulfill all her wishes, and escort her

on her final journey. My aunt and uncle were devastated, but my cousin still smiled and comforted them. My uncle asked her what

she wanted to do . She said she didn't want the people around her to be sad because of her, and decided to go somewhere far away.

My aunt and uncle agreed to her request and asked her where she wanted to go. She said: Ningxia. No one else understood

why she wanted to go there, including you. Perhaps only I know what she was thinking. The person she loved most was you,

but she was leaving, and she didn't want you to be sad for her, afraid that you would see her in such a miserable state. I just want to go to that

place with the same name as you, so that even if we never meet again, I can be with "Ningxia" forever.

This was the last letter my sister wrote before she left. She entrusted me with this: If Ningxia finds you in the future and questions

you, give her this letter and tell her everything. If she doesn't find you,

just …

I really couldn't believe what I was seeing. Before she could finish speaking, I snatched the letter. I didn't have

time to run any further; I tore it open right in front of Xiaoli. Lin's neat handwriting reappeared before me.

Dear Ningxia:

May I call you that?

By the time you read this letter, I will already be gone. Please forgive me for not telling you all this sooner;

I just didn't want you to be sad.

Actually, I'm already very satisfied that you can read this letter. It proves that you haven't forgotten me, and that you miss me

too , right?

Ningxia is a very beautiful place. Although I can only lie in bed every day, I can still feel

the beauty of Ningxia because it shares the same name as you. I have no regrets, really no regrets. Although my life

is somewhat short, it has been wonderful. With you in my life, I have truly been happy.

Sometimes I am grateful for my illness. You know I'm timid; if I hadn't known I had this disease,

I might not have had the courage to entrust everything to you, to the person I love. Happiness, it turns out, doesn't really need to

be long; a moment is enough.

Please forgive my selfishness. I can't accompany you in the future, I can't give you more, I can't

grow , I can't cling to you anymore, I can't continue to love you. I only hope that after you know the truth, you can cheer

up, because your journey is still long. You need to help me understand more truths I haven't yet grasped, help me see

more of the world I haven't yet seen. Promise me, okay?

I'm leaving, carrying your love, leaving with a smile.

My dear, take care!

Lin

After reading the letter, tears streamed down my face. Xiaoli sat beside me, silently weeping. The whole world was

dark; I was utterly desperate. Xiaoli tried to comfort me for a long time, but I remained silent. Finally, I told her I

wanted to go to Ningxia.

Er Sangmiao

During summer vacation, I went to Yinchuan. After returning, I began to study diligently, devoting all my time

to my studies so that I had no time to think about her. When I took the college entrance exam, I applied to only one university: Ningxia

University . Because of my outstanding grades, I was admitted to Ningxia University, where I chose English as my major.

Yinchuan has a mid-latitude continental climate, with an average annual temperature of 8.5℃, a daily temperature difference of 12-15℃, and an

average annual sunshine duration of 2800-3000 hours, making it

one of the regions with the highest solar radiation and sunshine hours in the country. I love the sunshine here; it's gentle, just like my mood right now.

On September 10th, I officially entered this campus.

My entrance exam score was the highest among the English majors, and my advisor, Sang Miao, valued me highly. Plus, I was usually quiet and

relatively calm, so everyone elected me as class monitor.

At the beginning of my freshman year, my classmates were like rabbits in heat, frantically searching for mates. It seemed like they were afraid that

if they waited too long, they wouldn't find anyone better. There were five of us in one dormitory room, and I was the only one who wasn't in a relationship. My

life was simple, a three-point line: dormitory - classroom - canteen; everything was peaceful.

Ningxia is a snowy place, and winter has arrived in the blink of an eye. I love snow, I love its pure whiteness. I

often walk alone in the snow. Every time it snows, I go alone to Lin's grave to sweep her tomb,

gazing at the sky in this pure and beautiful sky, remembering my beloved.

On weekends, my roommates are all busy dating, while I, besides reading more books, have started drinking

more alcohol. It's not decadence, just a search for a kind of tranquil anesthesia. Besides that, I exercise. I often

spend time alone in the gym, repeatedly doing all the machines until I'm completely exhausted.

After , my muscles have become very defined, and my face has gained a few more adult-like features.

During the Spring Festival, I went home to spend a reunion with my parents. They said I've become much stronger. I drank heavily with my old best friends

for a few days. Then I returned to Yinchuan early. This city has a special attraction for me...

I couldn't leave.

It was still early before school started, so I stayed temporarily at a classmate's house in the same city. Then I applied for a job at KFC and began my

holiday work life. The work at KFC was busy, but fulfilling. Capitalist exploitation is really humane;

it allows people to enjoy the pleasure of being exploited.

I worked hard and cooperated well with everyone. After work, I usually went to the library

to read. My life was well-organized. I planned to keep my life tightly packed forever,

living this busy life.

One day, I was at work, busy taking orders. "Please give me a sundae, and one…

" A familiar face appeared before me; it was my advisor, Sang Miao. She was also surprised,

but she was smart and knew there were many rules here, so she didn't say much to me. She ordered and sat

at the table opposite me, starting to eat. She looked at me, pointed to her watch, meaning to ask what time I got off work. I

held up an 8 to her. A little while later, she finished eating and hinted that I should go shopping first and come find me after work.

Sang Miao, 27, is a very young academic advisor. She is also a graduate of Ningxia University.

She was retained as an advisor due to her excellent grades. She is very beautiful, about 168 cm tall, with short, neatly tied hair, wearing black-rimmed

glasses , and dressed appropriately, exuding a professional air. She comes from a prestigious family; she is a descendant of Sang Long, a famous combat hero of the Fourth Field Army,

and her father, Sang Zhenxiong, is the chief of staff of a unit in the Ningxia Military Region. No wonder classmates say that Sang Miao's

gaze ; it seems to be related to genetics. Rumors circulate among classmates that Sang Miao's boyfriend before she stayed on at the university was

the most handsome man at Ningxia University, but they broke up for some unknown reason.

I have outstanding grades and am very studious, so my advisor always treats me differently and has given me

a lot of . We have also become good friends. Seeing her today was a surprise; it's a good opportunity

to sit together after work.

At 8 pm, Sang Miao appeared at the KFC entrance on time, and I finished my shift and came out.

"Haha, Ningxia, you're actually here for a work-study program? Didn't you go home?" "Yes, I just got back a few days ago.

It's boring at home." "And you, advisor? What brings you here?" "Nothing to do, and I didn't want

to stay

home, so I came out for a stroll. I didn't expect to run into you. Why not meet by chance? Come on, let's hang out!" Since I had nothing else to do, I readily agreed.

Sang Miao took me to a disco bar. It was my first time in such a place. She ordered

a bottle liquor with ice. I didn't know the name of the liquor, but it tasted pretty bad.

The streets outside were deserted, but inside it was unusually noisy. All sorts of men and women were drinking and

dancing freely.

I never knew my advisor could drink so much. My alcohol tolerance is already quite good, but I was already a little tipsy, while

she seemed fine, still frequently raising her glass. After a while, we both got a little hot, so we took off

our coats and stored them at the bar. When I returned, Sang Miao took a pack of 555 cigarettes from her pocket and handed it to me. I

took it with a start, and she smiled gently and lit it skillfully. I never expected that my usually refined and gentle advisor

would have such a hidden side.

"Advisor, you actually smoke?" "Hehe, I only smoke because I consider you one of my own. Don't go telling anyone,

okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

My advisor reached out and lit my cigarette with a lighter. It was a red Zippo lighter; with a click

, the flame leaped, and through the light, I looked closely at my advisor's face. She was truly beautiful, breathtakingly

so. She was looking at me too. I suddenly realized my intrusion, quickly lit my cigarette, and made

a thank-you gesture.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Ningxia?"

"No...yes..."

"So, do you have one or not?"

"I used to..."

"Heh, and now?"

"Now...I still have one..."

"Haha, still shy about saying? Is she pretty?

" "I think she's very beautiful." "Would you marry her?"

"No..."

"How could you say that?" The counselor's gaze suddenly sharpened, making it impossible to look her in the eye. I

picked up my drink and downed it in one gulp.

"Maybe you have your reasons, maybe all men are like this. Never mind, I won't interfere in your private life.

Let's drink." Finally feeling a bit more relaxed, we downed three drinks with the counselor.

"Tell me your story, Ningxia? Since we're good friends, I'd like to know your story.

I can tell from your eyes that you're someone with a lot to say." "Me? I don't have much of a past, pretty uneventful.

Hehe, but you, counselor, the students often talk about you. I heard your ex-boyfriend was quite handsome?"

"Hehe, that's all in the past. It's nothing really. Want to hear it? I'll start."

"Okay..."

"I was very obedient and studied hard from a young age, always achieving excellent grades. My father was a soldier, and he

had high , with very strict upbringing. I only started making friends with girls after I entered Ningxia University; before that, I

had very few friends, and I certainly couldn't associate with boys.

Feng was my class monitor; he was very handsome, and many female classmates liked him. I didn't pay much attention at first,

but one time during a field trip, I accidentally got lost in the mountains and fell, injuring my calf.

Feng led the classmates to search for me all night, finally finding me trembling. He hugged me and told me

he was very worried about me, that he would always take care of me, and never let me get hurt again.

I was struck by those words." I fell for him, and that's how we started dating. My parents

admired him; he was not only handsome but also very caring. Feng's grandfather happened to be my father's former

superior officer, and they had a deep friendship. To others, we seemed like a perfect match, and he promised to marry me after graduation.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

One winter during my junior year, I gave him everything without reservation. At that time, I truly felt

happy. As our senior year approached, my classmates began planning for their future. Feng and I both had excellent grades, and

the school was short of teachers, so my advisor suggested we stay on.

Just before graduation, Feng suddenly came to me excitedly, saying his father had secured him a study abroad opportunity.

I knew it was a rare opportunity, and I didn't want to stop him, but I was worried about our future.

So I asked him what we should do. He said he would call and write to me, and asked me to wait for him. But after he

left, everything changed. Less than half a year later, he was living with a Singaporean girl...

"Do you hate him?" "Hehe, I hated him at first, but not anymore. People always have to go through these things to

grow up. Being deceived may not be a bad thing. I've always been obedient and academically excellent since I was little. Every step I've taken has been arranged

by my family. But no one can control matters of the heart. Let fate decide." After pouring out her

heart, the counselor seemed much lighter and drank the wine in her glass in a big gulp.

"Ningxia. It's your turn. Tell me your story." "Okay, since the counselor considers me a friend, I'll

tell you about my past." I told Sang Miao Lin's story. By the time I finished, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"Ningxia, I always felt your eyes were filled with a sense of weariness, that you had a story to tell. But

your story surprised me. Lin is a good girl, and you're a good man. Although you can't be together anymore,

I envy your relationship, really." "Hehe, today was really liberating, being able to

say everything on my mind. Thank you, counselor. Actually, I think living alone is pretty good, don't you think?" "That's right,

I never want to get married again. From now on, when we're together, just call me Sang Miao. Come on, cheers to

being single !"

We downed the whole bottle of wine in one gulp, and Sang Miao pulled me onto the dance floor. To the intense music,

we released our emotions through our bodies. Sweating profusely, our blood boiling, I simply took off my t-shirt and

started dancing with abandon. Several girls around me started screaming at my muscular physique and, led by Sang Miao, surrounded me

in the center, dancing wildly.

As the atmosphere on the dance floor reached its peak, the music softened with the DJ's call, and

"Valentine's Day Without a Lover" floated in the air. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this beautiful

evening. Now, this song is dedicated to those without partners, and we wish you a Happy Valentine's Day!"

It was then that I realized, oh my god! February 14th, today is Valentine's Day! From Sang Miao's surprised

gaze I could tell she had no idea what day it was either. She extended her hand, inviting me to

dance with her. As I took her hand, the lights dimmed.

After the passionate dance, we both felt the alcohol taking effect; our heads started to spin, and

our steps became unsteady. Sang Miao rested her head on my shoulder and began to softly sing along to the song: "

Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day,

I only hear sad music,

Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day,

gently cut those melancholy strands of hair..."

I felt a warm current slide down my chest; it must have been Sang Miao's tears. She clung tightly to me, and

I held her even tighter.

When we left the disco, we were both completely drunk.

I took a taxi to the military compound and stopped in front of a two-story building. The sentry at the gate

saw it was Sang Miao and immediately came to greet her, notifying the guards to open the gate.

The guard rushed out and helped me support Sang Miao straight upstairs.

"Why did you drink so much? The chief of staff isn't home, and you went out drinking. If the

chief of staff 'll definitely give me a severe scolding." Upon reaching Sang Miao's room, the guard left. The spacious and tidy

room had a cluster of orchids quietly blooming in the corner, filling the air with a faint fragrance.

Sang Miao lay drowsily on the bed. I helped her take off her shoes and covered her with a blanket. Just as I was about to leave, Sang

Miao suddenly grabbed my hand. "Don't go, stay with me, okay?" I was suddenly at a loss,

unsure how to answer her. "I...I think I should go back," Sang Miao suddenly threw herself into my arms. "Hold

me...don't go!"

Under the influence of alcohol, my willpower instantly collapsed. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. Sang

Miao's breathing became rapid, and her whole body became hot. A beautiful woman appeared before me;

I think no one could resist that.

We knew clearly that we were just substitutes for each other, but this behavior was more direct and

less needy of pretense. We practically tore off each other's clothes until we were completely naked. The simple and rough foreplay

was even more stimulating. Reaching down, Sang Miao was already aroused. I frantically kneaded Sang Miao's breasts;

they were full and firm, too big to be fully grasped with one hand. Sang Miao firmly grasped my penis, stroking it up and down.

Suddenly, she turned around, pinned me down, and took my penis tightly into her mouth, swallowing it greedily.

Sang Miao seemed to have some experience; sometimes she would hold the glans in her mouth and rotate it left and right, sometimes she would swallow it whole, as if savoring

a long-awaited delicacy.

Perhaps due to long-term physical exercise, I noticed that my erect penis was much thicker than before. At this moment, I

was already burning with desire from her teasing, my penis throbbing, and Sang Miao could only swallow half of it.

I pulled Sang Miao up and made her kneel on the bed. I held her slender waist and aimed at her

wet , thrusting deep inside her. At the same time, Sang Miao let out a pleasurable

moan. I thrust in and out vigorously, each stroke hitting the very bottom, making a slapping sound.

Sang Miao moaned passionately, her front body lying face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high, letting me ride her. With

a contraction of Sang Miao's vagina, she reached her first orgasm, a stream of hot vaginal fluid spraying onto the glans.

Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, preventing me from pulling out. I thrust in all the way, my penis completely inside, leaving

no gap. Then I swayed my hips from side to side, grinding against her labia while my glans pounded against her vagina.

The pleasure instantly intensified, a wave of orgasm washed over me, and Sang Miao's juices flowed freely, running down her thighs

. She went limp and collapsed onto the bed.

I turned her over, spread her legs, and hoisted her onto my shoulders. With one hand I parted her labia, and with the other I held

my penis , teasing her clitoris with the glans. In no time, Sang Miao's desire was aroused again.

"Faster...I want...I want...fuck me...faster...put it in...ah..." I forcefully

spread her legs and thrust my penis in completely. After more than 40 thrusts, Sang Miao reached orgasm again.

"Ah...so good...faster...faster...I'm coming...fuck me harder...ah..."

"So good...come on, come..."

As her vagina contracted repeatedly, I reached the peak of pleasure. My penis swelled to its limit, and I thrust

my raging penis deep into her valley, my pent-up desire erupting like a waterfall.

We didn't speak; she lay silently beside me. On such a poignant night, two

one-winged angels embraced each other and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the days that followed, Sang Miao played the roles of teacher, friend, and sexual partner in my life. We

tacitly kept quiet about our feelings, because we both knew that nothing would come of it. It was

better to comfort each other and remain friends.

At school, Sang Miao was my teacher. Apart from academic matters, we rarely spoke, so

no one suspected our relationship. During breaks, we would occasionally go out drinking together, have secret rendezvous, and of course

, make love. During that time, we were both in high spirits, and the girls even complimented our advisor, saying she looked radiant and

her skin was much smoother. Sang Miao stole a glance at me, and we smiled at each other, understanding each other perfectly.

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