[A friendship beyond friendship with a beautiful woman who already has a boyfriend 4-5]

Chapter Four: The Painful Torture

Happy times are always fleeting.

Given our current state, internal ejaculation seems inevitable.

She helplessly accepted the reality, slumping weakly against my shoulder.

Despite my efforts, I reached the crucial moment of ejaculation.

I thrust forcefully, hoping to reach her clitoris.

Unfortunately, my efforts were futile, but it didn't matter.

My lower body had reached its limit, and I forcefully injected the pent-up energy into her deep

body.

Having released everything, I suddenly felt powerless, finding it difficult to hold her petite frame.

I gently placed her limp body on the toilet seat.

At the same time, I clearly felt my penis quickly soften inside her.

She noticed this as well.

Realizing my head was no longer unable to withdraw from her body, she seemed to suddenly awaken, forcefully

pushing me out with her weak hands.

I couldn't salvage anything; my limp penis, even without her pushing, was almost slipping out of her body,

bringing with it a clump of white, viscous fluid.

She sat on the toilet seat, panting. I stared blankly at my now-normal-sized head.

My mind was blank, my reactions incredibly slow. I was utterly bewildered, inexplicably

bewildered.

My feelings were complex and incomprehensible. Was it excitement? Excitement was definitely there.

Was it because everything happened so fast, I didn't even have time to react?

Then, I suddenly smiled at her. I thought smugly, "I slept with her, my goddess,

and a beautiful woman with a boyfriend.

" Excitement, so much excitement. It took me a while to process the joy of victory.

Her reactions were always a step ahead of mine. Seemingly having rested, she stood up,

pulling down her skirt while wearing open-crotch stockings and underwear.

As she passed me, she tossed me the stockings and underwear she had worn when she arrived and walked away.

The sound of sexy footsteps immediately filled the hospital corridor.

I kissed the underwear and socks on my nose; they smelled so good, so sensual.

The invigorating scent instantly woke me up, and I quickly dressed and chased after her.

It was already quite late, and the dim lighting on her path home seemed to offer no illumination.

I cautiously followed behind her, carefully following this woman I had just been with.

She knew I was following her, of course; she didn't say anything, just continued making those incredibly sexy clicking

sounds.

As we approached the entrance to her apartment complex, I rushed up, grabbed her from behind, and reached directly for her

breasts.

"What are you doing?" she asked, turning around and shoving me away with her elbow.

How could I let go of what was already mine? I continued to hug her. "We've already done it,

how can you still treat me like this?"

"It only happened once, just pretend it never happened. Someone as abnormal as you, don't even

think about ."

With that, she walked away in her sexy high heels.

I still caught up with her, blocking her path from the front, and before she could react, I pulled her into my arms and

kissed her.

I freed one hand to release my penis, which I had just tucked into my pants, leaving it exposed, and then

reached for her stockings.

I actually felt it; my semen had already dripped down her thigh and onto her stockings.

Then, she reached out and groped around for a while before finding my exposed penis and starting to stroke

it.

My penis wasn't erect, probably because she was too tired.

I, who was preparing to take further action, could only remain indifferent to this situation.

Helpless, I pulled away from her lips, withdrew my head, and lowered my body between her legs.

The open crotch of her stockings and panties couldn't stop my tongue; I don't know where the idea came from, but I did lick her

genitals.

The moment I touched her, I regretted it immensely; my semen still lingered there.

However, she seemed to react differently, gently holding my head with both hands.

This action lasted only a short while before she pushed my head away and left without looking back. Unable

to understand her behavior, I could only helplessly take her stockings and panties home.

For a while afterward, she never replied to my calls.

During another work meeting, she drank the coffee I made and then said,

"Don't you think you're unhealthy and abnormal? Don't bother others when you can't even satisfy your own wife.

" Speechless, I had to give up any further hopes of going beyond friendship.

However, we seemed to have reached an unspoken understanding.

For example, coffee during work was always a must.

In short, she never wasted a drop of the coffee I made for him.

Or we'd exchange dirty and clean socks during meals.

I'd give her the clean socks, and she'd take off her used stockings and give them to me.

Or, we'd switch between open-crotch socks and regular socks.

This was a bit more complicated. If she wore regular socks, I could ejaculate between her legs in

the restaurant restroom.

Then she'd take off her soiled clothes and give them to me.

If she wore open-crotch clothing, I couldn't even think about getting my penis out;

at best, I could only use my hand or tongue to penetrate her exposed genitals.

It made me incredibly nervous every time I met her, wondering what she'd be wearing.

What frustrated me was that I couldn't figure out whether I wanted her to wear regular or non-regular clothing

.

Regular clothing allowed me to release freely, while non-regular clothing allowed me to have unrestricted contact with her.

This continued for a while.

It seemed like there wouldn't be any progress.

However, I continued taking my medication without interruption, and the milking exercises continued simultaneously.

Finally, when the fourth box of medication was almost finished, there were still results.

The excessive swelling in the head area had subsided, replaced by a more even expansion.

As the swelling subsided, my size had actually increased by about 2 centimeters.

It seemed the pain was worth it; the previously abnormally large head had now been evenly distributed to other parts

.

I looked very pleased with myself; my erect penis, in its best condition, was close to 15 centimeters.

It wasn't just the length that changed; although the head wasn't as big as before, the rest of the penis

was thicker overall.

However, I was incredibly conflicted. Was it time to make that kind of request?

Considering all her previous aversion, I was terrified. I didn't dare take the risk; I was afraid that if she wasn't satisfied again,

I'd be in deep trouble.

Not long ago, I broke up with my girlfriend. We broke up peacefully; I still didn't know whether

she dumped me or I dumped her.

But I didn't care about that anymore. The problem was, who should I

use as a test subject? In desperation, I resorted to a last resort.

Sigh, I'll find a prostitute.

To be honest, it was a last resort, and I'd never used a prostitute before.

I was completely inexperienced in this area.

I checked into a hotel, having heard that hotels offered this service.

I thought I could just find a service hotline in my room and make a call, and everything would be fine.

But, to my dismay, this unfortunate hotel didn't have that legendary hotline.

There was a landline phone on the bedside table, but I didn't know the number. What was I going to do?

Checking out is unrealistic. Sigh, I'll just have to get through tonight and try my luck at a hair salon or bathhouse.

Thinking this, I was about to fall asleep when the phone on my bedside table rang.

"Beautiful service.

" "Wow, this is exactly what I wanted!

" An Nai's slightly excited voice confirmed the arrangement over the phone.

The service was efficient; a knock came at the door shortly after.

"Who is it?

" "The service.

" I opened the door and let her in. I glanced at her—petite figure, sweet face, and

aside from the overwhelming stench, she was passable as a substitute.

The unprofessional service infuriated me.

Shouldn't your industry have high service standards and professional skills?

They just took my money and left after I was done?

How dare they take my money? I was

furious; I'd been ripped off badly today.

Even though I knew I'd been cheated, there was nothing I could do.

Since I'd been tricked, I might as well finish it off quickly.

I angrily pinned this supposedly post-93 girl down on the bed and gave her a rough beating.

Surprisingly, whether from surprise or shock, the post-93 beauty's initially professional-looking fake

moans went awry.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed fluid was secreting from her lower body.

Too lazy to think further, I continued my vigorous thrusts.

The post-93 beauty suddenly let out a scream, then quickly said, "Sorry, I apologize, I misspoke.

" Misspoke? What does "misspoke" mean? What does "misspoke" mean?

My mind was a mess. Why was this experienced prostitute reacting like this?

Suddenly, I remembered my purpose. Right, wasn't I here to test my skills?

Judging from this post-93 beauty's reaction, did it mean I'd succeeded?

This was too illogical! 15 centimeters? Was it really that big of a deal?

Could 15 centimeters really conquer an experienced prostitute?

The test shot ended with a mix of questions, confusion, and satisfaction.

After seeing off the clueless 93-year-old beauty who knew nothing but money, I didn't get a very comfortable night's rest.

I woke up naturally at dawn and left this damned place.

Since the test shot was successful, I decided to plan our next steps.

As usual, we tacitly went to the restroom during the meal.

She was wearing ordinary charcoal gray stockings today.

She never paid attention to my genitals, giving me a passionate kiss, stroking my penis with her gloved hand, and then

I inserted it between her thighs through the stockings.

Faced with her indifferent attitude, I couldn't help but speak up, saying, "Today

I'm different from the one in the hospital restroom last time.

" "What's different? It's still the same. What else can you do?

" Although she answered absentmindedly, she did indeed lift my penis with her hand and

glance at it contemptuously.

"Hmm?" It seems different now. That grotesquely large head is gone? And the rest of your body doesn't seem as pitifully

thin as before? But compared to my boyfriend, you're still a bit lacking.

??? Sigh, still the same ruthless, hurtful words. First, they affirmed my changes, then delivered the blow. And,

what kind of boyfriend is that anyway…? The meaningless conversation ended quickly. The idea of taking

the relationship seemed to have been rejected again.

??? We did the usual thing: rubbed together a couple of times through her stockings, then I ejaculated into them, she took them off and gave them to me,

then we went back to our seats to eat the rest of our food, and then went our separate ways.

??? I'm even getting a little annoyed. When will this endless torment finally end?

In the days that followed, I continued my milk-producing exercises, and the fifth box of medication was about to be

finished .

My actual size was about 16 centimeters, and I excitedly and impatiently told her, "Baby, mine is already 18

centimeters! Can you give me one last time? Just once, please!

" 18 centimeters! Almost the same size as my boyfriend!

However, despite this response, she still refused to give me one last time.

I wavered on the edge of whether to give up.

It had been a while since I broke up with my previous girlfriend, and being alone was quite lonely,

even though occasionally slept together.

With this uncertain feeling, I tried to take things further with her while also trying to find a new

girlfriend .

Things went relatively smoothly; at our age, finding a girlfriend isn't too difficult.

My new girlfriend and I quickly became boyfriend and girlfriend, but we hadn't yet reached

the point of having sex.

But even better, one morning shortly after I started taking my sixth box of pills, she actually contacted me!

"Are you busy today?" "What are you doing?" "I'm on a business trip today, probably back tonight." "Are you really 18?

"... A barrage of questions bombarded me. To be honest, I didn't really want to

answer .

But because of her unusual initiative, I patiently answered.

After answering some pointless questions, she suddenly disappeared!

I'm going crazy. This torturous behavior... If you go on a business trip, I'll go on one too!

I haven't been home in a long time, go back to my hometown to see my parents. I'm such an unfilial son, I'm afraid I'll be

tortured to death by you before I'm even properly caring for them.

" With these thoughts in mind, I packed my things and boarded the train to go home after a boring day.

As evening approached, I was about to see my long-lost parents.

She contacted me again: "I miss you, where are you? My boyfriend is coming back soon.

" What? What does this mean?

Where are you? I want to see you.

Really? Don't play games with me.

I miss you, are you coming

? Ugh, it's a bit far, wait for me, I'll be there as fast as I can.

I think my IQ is really low; based on what I know about her, she's brought me nothing but pain.

But why did I so pathetically end up at the train station again?

I rushed towards her location as fast as I could.

What awaits me tonight?

Is endless torment inevitable?

God, save me! It's already mid-October in Y City, and it's still incredibly hot.

I spent the whole day on the train doing absolutely nothing.

When it was completely dark, I finally returned to the place I had just left during the day.

At this moment, my heart was like an ant on a hot pan.

Firstly, because I was completely mesmerized by this beautiful woman; secondly, all these signs indicated that tonight was going to be

a night of boiling blood?

I arrived at the park in Y city where we had agreed to meet. The park was quite deserted at this time.

The square-dancing aunties had packed up and gone home, leaving only the dim streetlights to prevent it from feeling eerie

.

She was wearing a casual mini-skirt, and because it was late, I couldn't tell with the naked eye whether she was wearing stockings.

She sat on the wooden bench in the park where we used to sit, unusually waiting for me.

Standing before her, I was filled with mixed emotions, a little breathless, unsure of what to say. Only

when we were face-to-face did I see clearly the color of her stockings—the open-crotch stockings I had given her

.

She usually wore normal stockings when we were out, only occasionally wearing

the open-crotch stockings I had given her when we went to restaurants.

My complicated feelings seemed to simplify; now only one thing remained: to make what was about to happen

go smoothly.

"I composed myself and said, 'Beautiful lady, I went through all that trouble to come back for you. Did you encounter

any difficulties? Please tell me.

' 'Oh, nothing much, I just wanted you to sit here with me for a while.

' 'What? Sit for a while? Good heavens, I came all this way just to sit with you for a while?

' I internally screamed in frustration, but suppressed my agitation and pretended to be kind.

'It's so late, why don't you come to my place?

' 'Your place? Didn't you say you rented a place near the station? I heard you're sharing with others. It must be

dirty, ugly, and messy, I'm not going.

' 'Yes, yes, you're so clean, then let's go to your place.

' 'My place? Didn't I tell you this morning that my boyfriend is coming back soon? I saw you just to tell you

…' Before she could finish, I didn't pay attention to what she was going to say next. Later I realized that

what she was about to say was actually very important."

However, judging from her first two sentences, there was no need to say anything tonight.

"I'll get a room, a four-star hotel, okay?

" I was still guessing what was going on, but her next words proved I was right; there was no need to say anything more

.

She said, "I'm going back to pack some things, you pack yours too, see you later.

" What was there to pack in the middle of the night? I completely didn't understand, but what

could ?

I took a taxi to send her home and then pretended to leave.

I didn't have anything to pack at all, so I went straight to the hotel. Luckily

, rooms weren't hard to book. The price of a four-star hotel wasn't too expensive, as long as I didn't come every day.

I was very bored, wondering what she was packing. It was my first time staying in a four-star

hotel, so I first admired the room myself.

I enjoyed the comfort of the large bed, then took a shower. After all that, she still hadn't come.

Since it was our first time officially having sex, I was a little nervous. After so many months of

pumping and taking medication, I'm only 15 centimeters...

I've already tested with a prostitute, so there shouldn't be any problems. To be safe, I immediately jumped out of bed and, relying on

my memory, found a nearby adult store.

I chatted casually with the beautiful female owner and bought a Viagra pill, then returned to the hotel and eagerly took it.

It was my first time taking Viagra, and I really didn't understand its effects, precautions, or any

usage instructions.

Taking this was solely for the sake of conquering her on the first try; I absolutely couldn't drag it out

and ruin my future.

Sigh, being a man is really tough. I briefly learned a bit from the owner; apparently, it's a

delaying agent.

I heard they sell two kinds: one for erection and one for delaying ejaculation. Of course, I wanted the delaying one.

Everything was ready, the medicine was taken, but she still hadn't arrived.

My heart suddenly sank. Oh no, had I been completely played?

I thought, "This is too cruel!" I couldn't bear it any longer and impatiently picked up the phone.

*Beep*... Thankfully, she answered quickly. I suppressed my anger and asked, "Hello? What's going on?

Where are you? Where are you?

" "I'm here, I told you I needed to go back and pack my things, really.

" We agreed on a place, so I went out to meet her. Sure enough, she arrived quickly in a taxi. I rushed

to the door, and of course, payment was required.

I saw her open her pretty little purse to take out money, but I immediately stopped her and

took out some change from my own pocket to give to the driver.

Why did the driver look at me strangely? Maybe it was just my imagination.

I handed over the money, politely thanked the driver, and he gave me a strange smile before driving away.

When she stood before me, I didn't notice any difference at first.

But upon closer inspection, I noticed she seemed to have an extra handbag compared to when she left.

I didn't think much of it; who cares what she went back to

? Anyway, it looks like tonight's show is about to begin.

To be continued

... Chapter Five: A Long-Lasting Friendship

After a ten-month-long journey, tonight, our friendship seems to finally have a resolution. I

welcomed my goddess's arrival, serving her like a waiter as she entered the room I had just prepared. The moment the door closed, I could feel the room temperature rise rapidly . Like two burning magnets colliding , the handbag, unable to resist gravity, fell onto the soft carpet with a thud. Without a word, I rushed over and embraced my goddess's waist, pressing my lips to hers. She seemed limp and powerless, yet also flushed with a burning heat, softly letting me hold her as we passionately kissed. Maintaining this position, we kissed for a while, and then I couldn't resist freeing one hand to explore under her skirt, something I'd long wanted to uncover. Sure enough, my suspicions were correct; these stockings were the open-crotch stockings I'd given her, and the panties were also the open-crotch panties I'd given her. Because what my hand touched wasn't any fabric, but the slightly damp inner thigh. At this moment, my little brother was already unable to hold back, and it wasn't until it was painfully pressing against my pants that I realized it , and immediately released him. When she realized my little brother had been released, she seemed a little resentful, resenting me for taking so long to release him this time. Upon seeing my penis, she immediately reached out and touched it all over, finally grabbing it . And so, with one hand on my penis, we continued our passionate kiss, slowly moving towards the bed. After a long journey, we finally reached the bed. I pushed her away, and I leaned forward, falling onto her and onto the soft bed. Lying on the bed, she removed her hand from my penis, wrapping her arms around my neck and continuing our passionate kiss. My knees were slightly bent as I knelt on the bed, my penis searching between her legs. Finally, my erect penis found the most fertile spot between her legs. Since I couldn't use my hands to assist, my penis had to complete the task of penetration alone. It wriggled around the entrance for a while, occasionally accidentally bumping against her triangular black pubic hair, causing me to gasp in pain. Finally, my little brother made contact with those two most lubricated labia, flicking them left and right . Right there, aim for the center and thrust in. Suddenly, she pulled away from my lips and said, "What are you doing?" "I..." "I haven't showered yet, I can't do it. Have you eaten? Are you hungry? " "I've eaten, I'm not hungry, how about you? " "I'm a little hungry, let's go downstairs and get something to eat. " "Okay ." What could I say? How could I bear to leave my head still wet? But she used her skinny, bony knees to push me out of bed. Reluctantly tidying up my disheveled clothes, she casually shook her skirt, found her two shoes scattered around the room, and acted as if nothing had happened. If there hadn't been anything to eat in the middle of the night, this wouldn't have happened, but that damned barbecue stall, it's a miracle they don't work in the middle of the night. We found a barbecue restaurant nearby, and despite the unappetizing food, we ordered beer.

She resolutely refused to drink beer, but given the dining environment, drinking spirits was definitely out of the question.

I absentmindedly downed a few bottles of beer, watching her eat the

food with almost no efficiency.

Alright, after all this commotion, I couldn't imagine anything stopping me anymore.

I returned to the room lightly, and she suggested we take a shower first. Of course, I asked to shower with her, but she readily

refused.

Reluctantly, I turned on the TV, pretending to watch the boring commercials. Even

though it was late at night, the commercials on TV didn't stop, and why were there so many at night?

I peeked through the glass door, which offered almost no privacy, to see what was inside.

Her slender and sexy body was unmistakably visible.

I casually walked to the door and said to her, "Want me to scrub your back?" "

No need, you're dressed, don't get your clothes wet, I'll be done in a bit. "

"Oh," I casually replied, turning to the bedside. I'd figured it out in just a few steps.

I have to admit, my brain works really fast.

I took off my clothes and tossed them onto the bed, then went naked to the glass door.

I opened the door, poked my head in, and carefully observed the petite beauty.

She was scrubbing here and there, rinsing her armpits and thighs.

She didn't seem to notice my actions, so I opened the door completely and walked in naked.

"Why are you in here? Get out. " "

Let me help you wash up.

" Saying this, I grabbed a bath sponge from the wall and squeezed out some shower gel.

"Come on, let me scrub your back," I said, approaching her.

She turned off the shower and turned her fair back to me.

I gently rubbed her back with the shower gel-soaked sponge, careful not to hurt her.

The shower gel, once rubbed onto her entire back, became incredibly slippery.

I put down the bath sponge and gently massaged her smooth back with my palms.

Occasionally, both hands would slide from under her armpits to her breasts.

My hands immediately grasped her two smooth mounds, my chest pressing against her back,

the shower gel from her back now covering my chest.

I kneaded both breasts simultaneously, occasionally gently pinching her nipples with my fingers, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Feeling I'd kneaded her breasts enough, my hands began to slide down, caressing her slender abdomen.

They slid down her abdomen to her thick, dark triangle.

Just as I was about to go further, she stopped me.

"No, you have shower gel on your hands, you can't touch there,

" she said, pushing me away from her embrace.

When she turned to face me, she saw my naked lower body.

Her hands, which had been lathering with shower gel as we lathered her body, were now covered in a lot of foam.

She reached directly for my penis with her foamy hands.

As she grasped it, she let out two soft "hehe" sounds.

Then, she used her lubricated hands to make my penis smooth as well.

My penis, now completely lubricated, was being repeatedly stroked by her small hands.

Unable to resist the stimulation, I immediately leaned forward, embraced her, and tried to kiss her.

Her lips only lightly touched mine before she pushed me away.

"You should go out now. I'm done washing and rinsing, then it's your turn.

" Reluctantly, I left the room and soon heard the sound of her rinsing the shower.

After the water stopped, she emerged wrapped in a white towel. Why

was she so covered up? I had already seen everything.

"I didn't say you couldn't see! Look, look all you want, look as much as you want!" she said, lifting the bottom of her towel to

reveal a dark, triangular patch of pubic hair.

Unable to resist her teasing, I was about to pounce on her when she immediately closed her legs. "Hurry up and take

a shower."

Hmph, the speed at which men shower is truly indescribable.

They practically start drying themselves with a towel as soon as the showerhead is turned on, before the water even has a chance to soak them. When

I came out, I found her hiding under the covers, turning on the TV.

Seeing me, she immediately exclaimed in surprise, "You're done showering?" "

Yes, I'm done. Isn't a shower quick enough?

" "No, I'm not clean.

" "How can I get clean? I'm already clean.

" "Come in, I'll watch you shower.

" Reluctantly, I went back into the bathroom, but this time, she followed me in.

She had come in wrapped in a bath towel, but worried that the hot water would wet it, she had to go back out,

leave the towel behind, and come back in naked.

When she came back in, I was casually rinsing myself with the showerhead, almost finished and about to turn off the water.

"Is it clean?

" "I've washed it.

" "Let me see.

" She grabbed my penis and expertly retracted my foreskin. "

This is no good, I'll wash it for you.

" She grabbed my penis, roughly pulled me against the wall, and then pressed a lot of

shower until it was covered.

Then she used both her small hands to retract the foreskin and scrubbed my penis inside and out with shower gel.

The feeling of the foreskin being cleaned with shower gel was really strange.

But I could only helplessly accept her torment.

After scrubbing it clean, she rinsed it repeatedly with the showerhead before casually walking out, saying, "You can wash

the rest yourself. I'm leaving now."

I pretended to wash diligently, delaying for a while before nervously appearing before her,

carefully saying, "I'm clean now."

"It's all clean now, okay.

" Standing by the bed, I noticed one blanket neatly laid on the half of the bed next to hers, while the other

was already spread out and covering her.

Her clothes from when she came in were scattered on the sofa next to her.

I tidied up my own clothes, which were lying around in a mess, and put them on the sofa next to me, but the blanket next to hers still

seemed a bit out of place.

My action caught her attention, and she immediately said, "Aren't you going to cover yourself?" "

Oh, I'm not cold, it's okay not to cover myself.

" Although I said that, my heart was pounding: "You, it seems you're planning to share

a bed with me. Whatever, I'll just throw my blanket out first."

Lying on my side without a blanket, I cautiously probed.

I gently lifted a little bit of her blanket, and she politely gave me some, so I quickly and

unceremoniously slipped inside.

Under the blanket, I excitedly snuggled close to her, skin to skin.

She didn't seem to notice my actions.

I turned to see what she was doing and found her completely engrossed in a stupid TV drama.

I asked, "What's wrong?" "

Oh, I haven't seen this part of the show before.

" "I'll watch it another day!

" "Stop messing around, let me finish watching it.

" From then on, she ignored everything I did.

God, this was blatant torture, this was hell on earth.

My harassing behavior annoyed her, and I could clearly feel that if I continued this shamelessly,

she might turn on me at any moment.

Helpless, I had to masturbate next to her.

Masturbating was just for show; I couldn't actually masturbate, and I certainly couldn't ejaculate right now.

But given her indifference, my act could only go so far. When this method failed, I

could only quietly lie down next to her, holding her small body, waiting for

her to watch the boring TV drama.

I don't know what time it was, but the damn TV drama finally had its credits.

As she put down the remote, I felt like a sprinter hearing the starting gun!

I immediately reached out and wrapped my arms around her neck.

She didn't resist, and I decisively pulled back the covers.

After a sweet kiss, I got up and knelt on the inside of her thighs.

I gently parted her legs with my hands, wanting to see what was there.

"Turn off the light," she said firmly.

What's wrong? Let me see.

What's there to see

? Turn off the light. Reluctantly, I turned off the overhead light, leaving only the dim light from the entryway and the television.

But that was enough; I could still make out, in the faint light, her

sexy, mysterious blackness between her legs.

I gently grasped my already incredibly erect penis; the Viagra I took a few hours ago

was now completely ineffective.

But it didn't matter; my penis, which I didn't need anyway, was still perfectly

ready .

I gently aimed at it and lightly rubbed it. I made sure the head of my penis was fully coated with her secretions

to ensure sufficient lubrication for smooth entry later.

This would avoid any discomfort or causing her repulsion.

I slowly, little by little, pushed in.

I carefully placed the entire head inside her.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you in yet?

" "I'm already in!

" "No!

" Stunned by her words, I carefully examined myself from various angles, confirming that my entire head was completely

inside her, yet she said no?

Without the slightest hesitation, I immediately thrust in without any tenderness.

Accompanied by her "hmm," I was fully inserted.

"Did you wear a condom?"

"No?"

"Not wearing one? No. Get out.

" Completely ignoring her, I began to thrust.

"No, you can't go without one, do you hear me?

" As she spoke, she pressed her thin kneecap against my chest.

To my flesh and blood, her sharp kneecaps were so hard that, in pain, I had no choice but to obediently

retreat from the muddy swamp I had so painstakingly conquered.

I hurriedly went barefoot to the TV cabinet to grab a condom.

Without a word, I quickly tore one open and awkwardly put it on.

"To be continued..."

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