Plum blossom petals, a night of dragonfish dance.

I was born in an ordinary small city in northern China. The city's standard of living is considered lower-middle class nationwide.

Despite being close to Beijing, it hasn't benefited from the capital's advantages and remains relatively underdeveloped. Haha. The story unfolds

around an ordinary young man in this small city—that's me

. Looking back now, it was at least six years ago, when I was young and impetuous.

I was hanging out with a group of friends and a rather well-known local gangster. Now, it seems ignorant and laughable. But

back then I thought being involved in the underworld was the epitome of manhood. This gangster owned a karaoke bar, quite large in the area.

I remember it was the first karaoke bar in our area with computer-based song selection. He cleared out a room in the storeroom, where seven or eight

of us what people call "waivering the place." The karaoke bar was almost empty during the day, so

we spent our days there. Then we'd go to a restaurant for dinner. (The restaurant wasn't far from the karaoke bar. Both were owned by the boss.

We didn't pay for our meals, we just signed the

bill

. I remember the most we did in a month was over 8,000 yuan for eight people at the restaurant. The boss scolded us. Haha.) The rest of the time we played cards, watched TV, went to private rooms to sing karaoke, or just chatted and boasted. But unless there were special circumstances, they wouldn't let us leave the karaoke bar, fearing something might happen. So we were practically

under house arrest.

At that time, I had a girlfriend. We'd been together for over a year, and we'd gradually lost our passion. Plus, because

of the karaoke bar, we rarely saw each other. Even when we did, she'd come to the karaoke bar to find me.

With a large group of friends, there wasn't a suitable place. We didn't even have a chance to make love. I could see

a hint of resentment in my girlfriend's eyes, but I had no choice. For my girlfriend, for making love, sneaking out of the karaoke bar would be too embarrassing if the boss or

my friends found out. Besides, most "socialites" back then were extremely chauvinistic. I had to painfully

give up my "love."

My girlfriend was a nurse. I remember when I first got together with my girlfriend. After our first time, it was

unstoppable. At our peak, we had sex for three months straight, not a single day without it, including when she was on her period.

We'd use condoms, put a small mat on the bed, and still do it. And to be honest, my girlfriend's addiction was quite strong.

Although I was always the one who initiated it, she never refused, even during her period. We did it in

movie theater private rooms, at friends' houses, at my grandma's house (we'd be covered by a blanket, right in front of my grandma)

, in my friend's van, on the mountain, when I accompanied her to Beijing for a job interview, and because we missed our train that day, we stayed in

one of those (I don't know if you know what they are, but they're those big hotels near the train station.

A huge lobby, with beds next to each other, maybe 10 centimeters apart. Very basic, just

a place for travelers to rest temporarily, costing 1 yuan an hour), basements of buildings, and many other places. But ever since we came to

the karaoke bar... Opportunities suddenly became scarce, and sometimes I'd get incredibly aroused late at night. I suspect my girlfriend felt the same way .

It was May Day that year. My older brother took all the guys and the staff from the karaoke bar and restaurant to an amusement park in Beijing.

I made an excuse not to go and stayed in the karaoke bar dormitory with one of the waiters. My girlfriend came to find me. We both wanted to have sex, but

that waiter was oblivious. He just sat there and wouldn't leave, insisting on chatting with us. Finally, I gave him money to buy

some ice cream. As soon as he left, my girlfriend and I locked the dormitory door and started doing it. I remember the waiter coming back and knocking on the door.

We were really into it and wouldn't open it for him. He just stood there with the ice cream. My girlfriend and I were inside,

trying to suppress our noise, but the creaking of the bed betrayed us. We

could see through the frosted glass of the window that the waiter was eavesdropping outside, which further fueled our desire. We did it for over 20 minutes

before finishing. When we opened the door, the ice cream was melted. I didn't care. My girlfriend's face was flushed. The waiter and

his girlfriend were both extremely embarrassed. Haha

. They say the grass is always greener on the other side. After being with my girlfriend for so long, the initial passion had faded. Plus, spending all my time

in the karaoke bar with nothing to do, the old saying "when you're well-fed and clothed, you think of lust" proved true for me .

Around that time, the waiters in the karaoke bar were all into "local dating," which was basically phone-based dating within the same city. I had a PHS

phone , 30 yuan a month for unlimited calls. I even registered an account, but after a while,

there was no news. I'd almost forgotten about it. But then one day I received a message. It was this "local

dating" message that connected me

with a respectable young woman I'd never forget about for a long time. Her nickname was "Qingfeng" (Gentle Breeze). When I first received the message, I wasn't interested; the name didn't seem appealing,

even a bit masculine. So I ignored her. A while later, she sent another message: "Why aren't you replying?"

I was eating at the time. I hurriedly replied, "What's your name, Qingfeng? Are you male or female?" "I'm female." "Don't

believe me? Call me if you don't believe me. My phone number is 139xxxxxxxxxx." Ugh...you little rascal. Daring

to tease me. I immediately dialed that number. Quickly, the other person answered. Their voice was slightly

hoarse , but still magnetic. "So, do you believe I'm female now?" "Just kidding. I

didn't mean to disbelieve you at all, I was just a little curious." "I gave her perfunctory replies. And so, we

chatted gradually becoming acquainted.

During our conversations, I learned she was 34 years old, divorced for three years, raising her child alone, and

working for the local water company. At first, our conversations were very casual, nothing deep. We occasionally called or texted each other.

I treated her like a virtual sister, a friend, and I believed she felt the same way. Until one day,

it was a friend's birthday. We had dinner together and drank a little—not a lot, but not insignificant either.

Everyone was a bit tipsy. Suddenly, she sent me a message asking what I was doing

. After a brief chat, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, I texted her 'I love you.' Then came

nearly half an hour of waiting for her reply. Finally, she replied: 'You only say you love me on the phone,

but you don't show it in real life. I can't stand it.'"Holy crap. Is there a chance? I immediately launched my offensive, telling her about practical reasons

preventing us from being together, and how there might be an opportunity. I said I was willing to try, for her and her son, etc…

After only a few rounds, she was clearly defeated. "I don't dare ask for your love, not even

anything . But I just want your world, for me to have been here. I can't give you a lifetime, but I want to give you one night…" It was obvious

. She needed it. She needed it. Sex.

That night, we had sex over the phone. She was incredibly wild during her orgasm, and afterwards she told me…

She woke the child up. But she couldn't care less at the time. She missed me, she wanted me. Target identified: my older sister

—my manhood

. After a barrage of sweet talk, she was completely captivated. She promised me on the phone that we could meet sometime. She

wanted me to fuck her anus, ejaculate in her mouth, and so on. At first, I thought she was just playing a phone game with me. My phone didn't cost any

money, so I enjoyed it too.

Then one afternoon, I remember clearly, we went to a restaurant for lunch. I ordered stir-fried pork with green peppers.

They served us sliced pork with green peppers instead. I even cursed at the waiter for that. Suddenly, my older sister sent me

a message: "Don't you have time to come see me this afternoon?" Such an obvious confession. Such blatant seduction. "I'll try

to make time, wait for my call." I immediately became distracted. I couldn't even enjoy my meal. I quickly finished eating, and

on my way back to the karaoke bar, I called my older brother. I told him my grandmother was seriously ill, and my family was urging me to go to the hospital immediately.

Because my grandmother had already passed away, I felt this wasn't a curse. My older brother readily agreed. He'd lost a lot of money playing mahjong with them

recently , so he was a bit strapped for cash. Before leaving

, he borrowed 50 yuan from a close friend, washed his face in the restroom, and styled himself in front of the mirror. Okay,

off he went. He was going to take down my older sister .

My older sister lived in the staff quarters of a local hospital. I later learned that her husband was a

minor manager at the hospital, but he had an affair and divorced her. She got custody of their four-year-old child, and her

husband gave her the house, furniture, and appliances. However, since the water company had been transferred from the public utilities bureau

to a privately-owned listed company, XX Tourism and Transportation Company, their salaries had plummeted. Sometimes they even

delayed paying their employees, making it difficult for her to raise her child. I politely offered to lend her some money to help her,

but she refused very seriously. It seemed it wasn't about the money. This strengthened my resolve to win her over.

Absolutely necessary.

Everything was ready, it was 4:18 PM. I remember it clearly. Because before leaving, I was humming a little

tune, "418. 418, I'll strip my sister down in a bit." I called my sister to confirm her exact

address two dishes from the old Beijing restaurant downstairs: two lion's head meatballs for 12 yuan, and squid with chives

for 18 yuan, totaling 30 yuan. Two bottles of beer for 6 yuan, and a box of Double Happiness cigarettes for 8 yuan, leaving me with 6 yuan, just enough for

a taxi ride back tomorrow. Carrying four takeout containers and two bottles of beer, I went upstairs. My sister's apartment was on the 6th floor. When I got to the 5th floor, an

old woman and her child were cleaning the hallway. I hid downstairs for almost 20 minutes. Finally,

they went inside. I went upstairs and knocked on the door. My sister quickly opened it. I went in and quickly closed the door again. Damn.

So mysterious. They're divorced. What's there to be afraid of? After entering

the house, I finally got a good look at her. She was about 163 cm tall,

a little taller than my girlfriend. Not fat. Very slender, with slightly dark skin, simple hair, and very large eyes with long eyelashes. She was wearing

purple pajamas and slippers, barefoot, with slender, beautiful feet painted with black nail polish

. "Come in and sit down." She noticed me staring at her

and seemed a little embarrassed. I realized my lapse in composure. I went straight into her kitchen, put the groceries I'd bought on the table, and said, "Go steam

some rice. I've bought the groceries.

Have some water first, I'll cook." She had already brewed the tea,

so I was able to relax and, without feeling like an outsider, sat on the sofa and watched TV. Her child was also

sitting on the sofa, eating canned pineapple. He called me "Uncle," and I teased him. "Uncle," he

said, and her child was really obedient. By the way, her child was very handsome. A four-year-old? I can't believe I used "handsome" to describe him? Seriously, I

've never seen a four-year-old so good-looking. A little heartthrob. Haha. Anyway, I

remember watching CCTV-3 that day. It was the singing show that airs every Saturday. I forgot the name. Her pressure cooker

was great for cooking rice; it was done in less than ten minutes. She invited me to the restaurant. We used to chat a lot on the phone and text. This was our first time meeting

in person , so it was a little awkward. Luckily, we were eating. We chatted casually while eating.

That day at dinner, I was really annoyed. I'm a natural averse to pickled vegetables, and... We had a disagreement, but we ate together.

There were pickled vegetables on the table, and she actually used the same chopsticks she'd used to pickle vegetables to serve me some. What was even more infuriating was that she also put a tiny bit of

pickled vegetable bits into my bowl. I almost threw up. I said I had no appetite and quickly escaped the table,

running to the sofa to watch TV.

After she finished eating and cleaned up, she sat down on the sofa with me to watch TV. Perhaps because of the child, she

deliberately kept a distance from me; we didn't really have much to talk about. I could only pretend to be focused on watching TV.

The child, though mischievous, wasn't very strong. We watched TV and ignored him. After a while, I noticed her

child was asleep on the sofa. I said, "Let's take the child to the bedroom to sleep. Be careful he doesn't catch a cold," thinking that having a

little brat around would affect our performance

. After she took the child back to the bedroom, she sat back down next to me, still keeping a distance. "Come

sit here," I said, reaching out to take her hand. I felt her hand tremble slightly, but she didn't strongly object. " It's

fine sitting here." "She's still pretending to be a lady

. Stop it, just watch for a while." My hands started to wander and grope her upper body . "

Come here, let me hold you so you can look." "I pulled her close with a

sudden fell onto me. Her left hand landed right on my crotch. I grabbed her hand and pressed it hard against my penis

. She pretended to struggle a few times but then gave up, letting me stroke her hand on my penis. After

about a minute, I suddenly released her. Sure enough, as I expected, whether it was a conditioned reflex or she

actually liked it, her hand continued to stroke my penis. Perhaps she sensed that I was doing it on purpose. She

looked at me shyly and lightly slapped me. 'You're so annoying.' Hehe… A 34-year-old woman pretending to be innocent has

a unique charm.

I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms. My face rubbed against hers, feeling her

breath Suddenly, I remembered that she had just eaten pickled vegetables. My enthusiasm instantly cooled down. Seeing

the pineapple canned food her child had left on the table, I took out a toothpick, poked a piece, and pretended to be affectionate…" "Baby, I'll feed you." I fed her four

pieces before I finally regained my enthusiasm. I picked up a piece, put it in my mouth, and fed it to her. Instantly!

It was too intense! She sucked the pineapple, along with my tongue, into her mouth with a powerful slurp. Through the pineapple...

Her tongue and mine were swirling wildly, causing me a slight pain. Her rapid breathing accompanied this. Her

right hand, through my jeans, stroked my penis a few times. Perhaps because the jeans were thick, the feel wasn't very pleasant. She

immediately slipped her hand inside my pants, grabbing my penis and roughly kneading it—it was absolutely rough

. At that moment, I felt completely passive. So passive!

I pushed her away and said I was going to take a shower. When we met eyes, I could clearly feel the

burning

. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I took a deep breath, sensing she was a formidable opponent.

I . I turned the water temperature down as much as possible, and it took a long time for the heat within me

to dissipate. After drying myself, I saw the washing machine in the bathroom. Inside were her unwashed

underwear. A set of blue lace lingerie. The bra cups were a little small. I picked up the panties and noticed the

dampness . A large patch of white and yellowish-white stuff. I picked it up and smelled it. A unique, pungent scent of a young woman immediately made my

penis point to the 11 o'clock position

. So, I walked out of the bathroom naked. When she saw me, she first opened her mouth in surprise, then began to

greedily scan my entire body with her eyes, finally stopping at my crotch. She said something that really hurt my pride:

"You're quite big. But that thing isn't very big." Damn. How big is considered big? "Don't underestimate it. It works well." I could

clearly feel my face burning.

She led me to another bedroom in her house. "You'll sleep here tonight." Then she actually made to leave.

I grabbed her, made her turn around, and we looked at each other for about 15 seconds. I gently said to her, "I missed you

." These three words stirred up a storm. Upon hearing this, she pounced on me, cupped my face in her hands, and stood on tiptoe

to kiss me passionately. Before, when I kissed my girlfriend, I was always the one who took the initiative. Now it was completely the opposite. I was only

passively cooperating. Her tongue wasn't very long, but it was thick and fleshy.

It entangled . I held her and took a few steps back. Just as my calves touched the edge of the bed, she pushed me down onto it. She continued

to kiss me passionately. Her left hand had already reached down to my erect penis, stroking it vigorously. It wasn't pleasurable; it

hurt a little. I quickly rolled over, pinning her off the bed and grabbing her hand in mine, finally

freeing . She kissed me, her hips moving rhythmically, thrusting against my penis

, rubbing against it. My hand slipped under her clothes but couldn't reach her bra. She was wearing one of those

tight, half-up tops that elementary school girls wear. It was quite tight. I finally managed to get my hand inside. Her breasts were so small. So small. Extremely small. She

pushed my hand away. "Don't touch me, I have breast cancer." (Later I didn't verify whether this was true or not. I

felt she was a little self-conscious about her small breasts

and wouldn't let me touch them. So I switched to the water route. I took off her purple pajama pants, underneath which was a pair of old lady underwear,

red very large. It was quite unsightly. But I didn't care. I continued kissing her, my hands

lightly brushing her face, neck, and earlobes. I spread her legs

as wide as possible nudge her clitoris. She cooperated by moving her buttocks up and down to meet my movements.

After a while, my right hand came down to help, using my fingertips to touch, flick, sweep, and slide on the inside of her thighs. Strange. She

reacted so strongly, yet the outside of her underwear was still dry. Was she not wet? With this question in mind, I put my hand

inside. Damn. There were two amazing sights:

First, she was still menstruating, and she was wearing a very thick night-use sanitary pad underneath.)

Regarding sanitary napkins, based on personal experience, panty liners are perfectly

fine for the first day or two before and after menstruation . It's only during the middle days of menstruation when the flow is heavy that you need thick sanitary napkins. That's why I couldn't feel any moisture. They were too thick.

Secondly, the fluid she had wasn't flowing, but almost like paste—very thick, very viscous, and plentiful. But it wasn't

vaginal discharge; I secretly touched some to check. I was worried it was menstrual blood, but it was colorless.

Touching her genitals felt like her vagina was covered in paste. But it felt good. At least it felt good to me.

I love women with lots of fluid. I don't like women with little or no fluid.

I read in a magazine that women's libido is higher before, during, and after menstruation, and it seems true, especially considering she's been celibate for a long time.

Looks like I have a long way to go

! I rubbed her labia minora repeatedly, and the fluid increased. I didn't dare insert my finger, afraid of blood.

Her clitoris was clearly erect. The swelling grew larger and larger, about the size of a soybean. Then she began to

moan , a deep, intermittent moan. While not as alluring as those of Japanese adult film actresses,

it had its own unique charm. My fingers moved faster and faster. Her buttocks rose higher and higher. Finally, with a loud cry, and with her

buttocks moving rapidly and arrhythmically, she climaxed. Then a dramatic scene unfolded

. Her son in the other bedroom burst into tears, calling "Mommy, Mommy" incessantly. Even more

interestingly she was still in the throes of orgasm, her eyes rolling back as she continued to convulse, gasping for breath. She seemed to have

transcended the three realms and five elements, completely ignoring her child's desperate cries. After about two or three

minutes, she came to her senses, sat up abruptly, quickly put on her pajama bottoms—not even bothering with underwear—and

rushed the other bedroom. Leaving only the turtle... My head was throbbing purple, I was drenched in sweat, and the bed was damp with traces of semen and

a few stray pubic hairs

. I pulled a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and sprawled out on the double bed. I started savoring the moment, anticipating and fantasizing.

Five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour. The baby was still. She was still too. Had she

fallen asleep? I couldn't wait any longer. I put on my shoes, deliberately making a loud noise, and headed for the bathroom. Her bedroom and

the baby 's were right next to the bathroom. I turned on the tap, and after a while, seeing no movement from their bedroom

, I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I gently pushed the bedroom door; it wasn't locked. I groped my way to the bedside. I heard her

baby's even breathing. I gently nudged her, and she sat up and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?" Damn. My stomach

was about to burst. How could I sleep? I pulled her up. She didn't say anything. She got up quietly and I pulled her

towards the bedroom. It's getting late, let's sleep. I'm tired. Damn. Is she like my girlfriend, a one-orgasm

candidate? My girlfriend is like that, she only needs one orgasm during sex, and then she loses all libido. If I

don't ejaculate, then she's completely cooperative. She doesn't feel anything at all. She says she has a lot of desire before she orgasms, but...

Once she climaxes, she immediately loses interest in sex. She never needs multiple orgasms. Is this woman

like my girlfriend

? I pulled her into my bedroom, took off her top, panty, and underwear, and then

we lay naked together on the bed. She pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed. I ignored her, circling her

nipples . I gently breathed into her ear. Although her eyes were closed, I could clearly

feel her breathing getting faster and faster. When I reached down, it was already overflowing. I rubbed

her clitoris with my thumb, and my middle finger roamed over her labia minora and perineum. She started to lift her hips to meet my thrusts, her moans

growing louder .

She turned her face to the side, stretching her tongue to its limit for a kiss, and I licked it repeatedly. "

I want it," she finally couldn't hold back anymore. "Want what?" I teased her. "I want you... to penetrate me." A young woman is

a young woman. Saying this was natural. There was no blush on her face. "Lick it for me, it's not hard yet." I knelt on her chest with my legs

spread apart , and she touched it a few times. She said it was already hard. I lied and said it wasn't hard to the limit yet. Then

I put my penis in her mouth. The first time I went in a little deep and a little hard, making her gag a little. Unfortunately, my older sister

's oral skills were really not good. They were too teethy, grinding my penis a little painfully, and she didn't know how to lick my balls. When I asked her to suck

my balls, she almost sucked out my yolk. It hurt so much that I screamed. I thought, now is not

the time . I'll teach her properly next time.

I moved to her crotch, spread her legs, the bedside lamp was a little dim, and I couldn't see very clearly

what like. I could only see that her labia minora were very large and spread very wide. It looked a bit like the butterfly

vulva that a brother posted on the picture forum. It seems that my older sister is also a seasoned female warrior. Her lower body was already soaking wet. It looked

like it had just been washed, shiny. The hair on both sides of her labia minora, tinged with white fluid from my fingers rubbing against her, mixed with her vaginal discharge

. I held my glans and rubbed it back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, while she thrust her hips forward repeatedly. The more she thrust

, the more I retreated, making her moan softly. Seeing that the teasing was enough, I lifted my glans and thrust it

in . She gasped, her mouth agape, gripping the sheets

tightly. She had a C-section, so her vagina was still quite tight and very hot, almost burning. The vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, which felt incredibly good. With my

girlfriend, because we know each other so well, we often last over 20 minutes—I mean,

continuous thrusting. But this first time with her, the mystery and stimulation, both mentally and physically, made me feel like I

was about to ejaculate. I quickly adjusted my mindset, shifted my attention, and stared at her curtains for a long time before

suppressing the urge. Then I started the 9 shallow thrusts followed by 1 deep thrust.

The young woman hadn't had sex in a long time and needed satisfaction and release, but I deliberately used the 9 shallow thrusts followed by 1 deep thrust. Firstly

, this distracted her from focusing on sex itself, shifting her attention to counting the 9 shallow thrusts. Secondly, the

9 shallow thrusts were just a tickle for her; the 1 deep thrust was the real fulfillment and satisfaction. The shallow thrusts teased her,

fully stimulating her desire and making it easier to bring her to orgasm with the later deep thrusts

. So, the 9 shallow thrusts kept her buttocks hovering, eagerly reaching for my penis, while each deep thrust

made her scream with pleasure. This cycle continued for about 5 minutes, then I changed to 3 shallow thrusts followed by 1 deep thrust. Her moans

grew louder and louder; I was afraid the children would wake up or the neighbors would hear. After a

while deep thrust, completing the sequence in one go. I could clearly feel her vagina gripping my penis tightly

. And her juices had completely soaked my pubic hair and my entire groin. I knew the time had come. Immediately,

it became a deep thrust with every stroke, which was what the older sister had been looking forward to the most. She finally couldn't help but mumble to me, "Faster,

harder, please, don't stop, please. Please. Harder." I was just about to speed up my thrusts when she

already Her orgasm was interesting. Her eyes rolled back, which was a little scary. Hehe. Her legs heaved dramatically.

The flesh inside her vagina spasmed repeatedly, almost squeezing my penis out. She really

seemed . When I spoke to her, she couldn't hear me at all. And it lasted a long time, about two or three minutes, before she slowly

came back to her senses. I asked her, "What's wrong?" She said, "I came." Hehe. "Coming" is probably her usual way of saying

it. Some of the girls I've been with said they came, some said they reached their climax, some said they couldn't take it anymore

. After resting for a while, I wanted to continue, but I felt my penis was being sucked in by her vagina and

stuck together by the fluid. Even thrusting was a bit difficult. It slowly got better, little by little. The fluid was still plentiful. I

looked down to see the overflowing vaginal fluid and realized my entire penis was red. My pubic hair was also stained red

. No wonder it was so warm and wet. Turns out, her period was helping. I didn't

tell her, afraid she'd see and stop me. I just kept going on top of her. Feeling I wasn't penetrating very deeply,

I used my hands to spread her buttocks from behind, allowing for full penetration. After a while, I dipped my finger in

a mixture of blood and fluid and inserted it into her anus. With a slight upward push, I could feel my penis inside

her vagina. Unfortunately, after a while, I felt her poop. It seemed she hadn't completely emptied her bowels;

it was still lingering near her rectum and anus. After pulling it out, I put my finger, which had been in her anus, into her mouth. She

actually started sucking and licking it with abandon! Haha. I imagined her indirectly or somewhat directly licking her own poop. Another kind of

stimulation

. We tried many positions during the session. Apparently, she liked to bend over so I could penetrate her from behind; she said that felt like

the deepest penetration, resulting in two consecutive orgasms. It was truly one wave after another. But I felt

that the deepest. Again, she had two consecutive orgasms. Finally, we used the woman-on-top position. She saw the blood-stained

glory. Surprisingly, she didn't resist much. I guess she'd run a red light before. In the woman-on-top position, she moved with great amplitude.

My brother is incompetent; my penis isn't long enough. It kept slipping out during her large movements. Shame on me. What I remember

most vividly is the loud slapping sound when she was on top. Because it was late at night, it was very quiet. Only that loud

slapping sound echoed in the bedroom. Just thinking about it makes me feel lewd

. During the final climax, I asked her if I could ejaculate inside. Since it was her period, she wouldn't get pregnant. She disagreed. Then

I said I wanted to ejaculate in her mouth. She disagreed again. Helpless, I didn't want to get too entangled with her. I sped up. With the bed

vibrating violently, I pulled out and ejaculated onto her breasts. She climaxed at the same time. I took the opportunity to... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.)

A three-in-one flavored penis containing menstrual blood and semen was shoved into her mouth. During her orgasm, she reflexively started

sucking and licking. After the orgasm subsided, she saw my three-in-one penis in her mouth and slapped my butt twice. I

said, "You've already eaten it, have some more." She didn't refuse and started licking it seriously. Unfortunately, there was too much on it, and she

didn't lick it all clean

. As all men know, once you ejaculate, your libido instantly drops to zero. She wanted me to hold her while we slept. I made an excuse

, saying it wouldn't be good if the baby woke up and saw. She went back to her and the baby's bedroom with a disappointed look. I remember a

funny moment. After she finished licking my three-in-one, she wanted to kiss me. I clearly refused again and again,

making her quite embarrassed in the end. Haha. Oh well. We're just friends with benefits. I don't think it's time for me to give too much yet

. After she went back to the bedroom, I got up to wipe my penis with toilet paper and then saw the fierce battlefield we had just fought

. The sheets were disheveled, with several large patches soaked in vaginal fluid. (Sense of accomplishment!) Patches of

menstrual blood remained on them, resembling blooming plum blossoms. Even now, I still fondly remember that night

—plum blossom petals, a night of dragon and fish dance.

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