My experiences with my lower body (4-7)

4—Sister Shuya 1

Right now, I'm typing this while stroking my erection. Every time I write this memoir, I have to touch

my penis while writing. Touching the veins and textures on it helps me recall its past experiences,

the warm, fleshy orifices it has visited. Without touching it, I can't remember anything, and I have no passion to write anything.

Okay, back to the main topic, let's rewind to late autumn of 2003. One night, I

was working overtime in the lab, chatting on QQ. I accidentally saw a woman with a very alluring name among the online users, so I added

her and we started chatting. The content of our conversation was nothing more than: Is she male or female? How old? What does she do? What are you doing online so late

alone ? ... These are the same old topics, but chatting with her felt very comfortable. She

didn't shy away from anything, she was very direct, but not cheesy. She was about 30 years old, a high-level white-collar worker, and still

single. I could tell she was experienced in love, but she was quite sincere. We had a pleasant chat, so we talked

on the phone. We didn't hold back, talking about everything, and I felt a mutual appreciation and attraction. Her voice

was beautiful , gentle, and magnetic, so we agreed to meet sometime.

Later, we talked on the phone a few more times. Talking to her always felt like we had something to say; it wasn't boring

or tiring. We could talk about our sexual experiences, our studies, our work, and so on—we could chat for ages. Then,

during one phone call, she said, "Let's meet up." I was really happy. But she said we absolutely couldn't have sex on the first date

; if we did, it would just feel like a one-night stand. I actually agreed, so we reached a consensus.

We arranged to meet at a KTV, I told her what I would wear and what my physical characteristics would be like, and we set off.

When I arrived, she wasn't there yet. She had said on the phone that she'd be there soon, so I sat quietly in the lobby waiting.

About ten minutes later, a woman dressed in all black appeared at the door, walked up to me, saw me, and pretended

to peek, smiling as she looked me over. "You are so-and-so...?" "Yes, hello

...!" "Hello!" She extended her hand and shook mine, then went to the private room we had reserved.

Once inside, she ordered some drinks and snacks, and we started chatting. While we talked, we also sized each other up.

She wasn't very tall, probably around 160cm, with a round, fair face, showing slight signs of age,

but with a very good demeanor. Her figure was quite well-proportioned, which I liked. After chatting for a while, we started singing while drinking. Her

voice was very nice, and she sang quite well. Fortunately, I also have a good ear for music, especially since I listened to

pop songs . Some of the songs we chose resonated with me, and often one of us would start singing while the other

joined in or sang along with the accompaniment. The distance between us closed without us realizing it, and a good feeling slowly built up.

Two hours passed quickly, and I didn't do anything inappropriate, not even sitting too close together.

After the last

I understood what she meant, and I knew what would happen next time we met was predictable; I felt aroused.

I took her hand and gently kissed her cheek. She didn't pull away, so I went a step further and kissed her

lips. I just wished time had flown by; it was time to leave the private room, so we went out. At the bar, she went to

pay the bill , and I stayed close behind her. She playfully nudged my crotch with her buttocks. When she signed the bill, because I

was behind her, I could feel her hesitate for a moment, and she only signed her surname. I tactfully stepped back.

I took her home, and she linked arms with me for a walk on the street at night. By then, my desire was very strong,

but I remembered our promise. I walked her to the entrance of her apartment complex and said goodbye.

After that, she rarely went on QQ; we talked on the phone more often than online. I

often teased her on the phone about our plans for our first time, and she said, "It depends on how you perform." I told her I'd been working out every day lately,

all to give her a wonderful first time. She said she could tell what my lower body looked like from my face. I asked her

what it looked like, and she said, "Yours won't be very long, but it will be very thick, and the head will be quite big." I said, "Wow,

you're amazing! It's true!" From then on, she always called me "Big-Headed Doll." I even teased her, "

Can I ejaculate in your mouth?" She said, "Oh, sure, Big-Headed Doll's semen is very nourishing!"

Finally, a few days later, she called to ask if I was free the next night. Of course, I was!

We made an appointment, and I quickly went to buy condoms. After buying the condoms, I called her on the way to let her know I

had prepared a hat! She giggled and flirted with me a bit. Finally, the next afternoon arrived. I took a bus to her neighborhood

and waited for her while drinking something at KFC. Half an hour later, she finally arrived, apologizing for being late because a friend had

suddenly . Of course, I didn't mind, and she took my arm to go eat. I don't remember much about what we ate

, only that I suddenly became quieter during the meal. Perhaps it was the mix of nervousness and excitement about actually doing it. She said

, "I'm a little nervous right now," and I told her I was a little nervous too. Hehe. After dinner, we walked towards her house

. We didn't talk much on the way; she took my arm. The walk, which should have only taken a few minutes, felt incredibly long

.

When we got to her house, we sat on the sofa, and she thoughtfully made me tea. After a while, she went inside and changed into

a red nightgown. She told me, "Actually, I'm really nervous right now, but what's meant to happen will

happen. I'm going to take a shower." So I watched TV, listening to the gentle patter of water in the bathroom, suppressing

my excitement and nervousness as I waited. A little while later, she came out, her hair still wet, still in her nightgown. She gave me

a towel and told me to take a shower. I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and my lower body was already throbbing

with desire . I washed my body, which was already quite clean, carefully washed my lower body, wrapped myself in the towel

, and came out.

I took out a box of condoms I'd bought and quietly entered her bedroom. The only light in the room came from a dim

bedside lamp and the flickering candlelight in the aromatherapy diffuser. Soft music played from the stereo, and the double curtains

were drawn tightly, creating an atmosphere of complete isolation. I locked the door and slowly walked to the bedside. She was lying on

the bed, still in her pajamas. I climbed on and knelt beside her. Her chest began to heave violently, and she began

to pant . I reached out and touched her face, then lowered my head to find her lips. We shared a passionate, lingering kiss. I

parted her pajamas and touched her shoulders. She also pulled back my towel and grasped my penis. Her breasts…

Her nipples were large, but hard, long, and erect. Her skin was smooth and felt wonderful against my skin. Every time I

kissed her, she would tremble. As I kissed her from her lower abdomen to her pubic area, she told me she didn't

like being kissed there. She rolled over and pinned me beneath her, sliding down my chest. She knelt between my legs, extending

her tongue from my scrotum upwards, along the underside of my penis, all the way to the urethral opening, then swallowing the glans and skillfully sucking and

spitting it in and out. Her oral skills were superb, and every stroke was elegant. Her hands also reached down to my soles, teasing me,

scraping along the inside of my thighs all the way to my anus, giving me a tingling, incredibly pleasurable sensation. After sucking and teasing me for a while, she

took a condom, turned over, and lay on her back. I understood and put it on, pressing it against her opening, rubbing it a few times. She

arched her back to engulf my penis, and I responded by thrusting forward as well, my penis smoothly and slowly entering

her vagina.

I began to thrust slowly, feeling the warm, wet friction with each stroke. She started moaning softly, her voice incredibly sweet

and seductive, which excited and boosted my confidence. I increased my speed, varying the depth of my thrusts, letting

my penis swirl inside her. Her moans grew more intense: "Eee...eeee...

ah...eeee...oh...I'm going to die! Ah...ah!!!!" She was the most exaggerated moaning

woman I'd ever encountered. After about ten minutes, I suggested a change of position. She immediately got up and knelt with her back to me. I entered her from behind, and

after only a few thrusts, her legs gave way and she collapsed. I kept my penis inside her, pressing against her back, and continued thrusting. She could

only gasp and moan under the pressure. With each thrust, my hips slammed against her rounded buttocks,

incredibly elastic and pleasurable. After doing this for a while, I lay down and had her face me, straddling me. She

tilted her head back, bouncing up and down, gradually increasing the speed, her hand reaching behind her to caress my scrotum – very attentive

and experienced! She moved quickly for a while, then collapsed on top of me, completely exhausted. I flipped her over and

pressed her beneath me, continuing my assault in the normal position. Sensing she had just climaxed, I didn't immediately launch a full-force attack, but instead used

slow , rubbing motions to arouse her again. Sure enough, she soon began to writhe again, and I started

thrusting rapidly and forcefully, sometimes hoisting her legs onto my shoulders, sometimes bringing them together and raising them in front of her eyes,

sometimes wrapping her legs around my waist. Her cries grew louder and more frantic, her head constantly twisting, "

Ah...ah...I'm going to die! I'm going to die!...Fuck me to death!...Fuck me to death!" I had thought

such descriptions were just fictional creations in erotic literature, but meeting her made me realize that women who cry like that truly exist. Later,

I thrust in and out at high speed and force for more than ten minutes, each thrust making a slapping sound. Her moans turned into

intermittent groans, each sound interrupted by the impact. "Ah!... Ah!... Give it to me!... Give

it to me now!..." Her high-pitched moans stimulated my sense of conquest. My monthly workouts had

paid off , and I sprinted for quite a while before I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I asked her, "Where should I ejaculate?" She

weakly replied, "In your mouth." I continued thrusting for a while, feeling great, then pulled out, removed

the condom, and put it in her mouth. She immediately started sucking, and with a few strokes of her hand, she finally ejaculated. It

had been a while since I had ejaculated on my own, and with all the training, the feeling was like a cannonball. I ejaculated violently

seven or eight times before slowly calming down. She didn't waste a single drop, holding my penis tightly from the beginning

until the last bullet was sucked away. I held her close as we lay down, both of us drenched in sweat, and it took a while for us to calm down.

She sat up, and her first words were, "You absolutely mustn't get married! It'd be too easy for your wife!" We

both lit cigarettes, our bodies pressed together, savoring the passion we'd just shared. After a while, she went downstairs to wash up.

When she came back, she brought me a glass of warm water—so thoughtful of her! I held her and kissed her deeply.

We lay embracing on the bed, smoking and chatting. She said it was rare to see someone perform as well as me, and I replied that

I'd been practicing and preparing for a long time. I asked her how many orgasms she'd had, and she said twice. "Hmm, I performed

better than I expected. And after ejaculating, I didn't feel much fatigue; the sweat on my body dried, and I felt like I hadn't done anything at all."

I stroked her and asked, "Want to do it again?" She answered with her kiss…

She rolled over and pinned me beneath her, her warm, wet kisses moving down my lips, along my chest and abdomen to my groin. A

warm current slid from my scrotum to the glans, then enveloped my penis completely. A tingling, itchy sensation

came from the soles of my feet, several different tingling sensations converging in my perineum, making my penis throb to its peak. She didn't

waste any time, grabbed a condom, tore it open, put it on me, and lubricated it with her mouth before sitting on top of me.

My penis slowly… Entering her fleshy cave, the warm embrace was truly wonderful! She danced on top of me, quickening her pace,

eyes closed, thrusting wildly and directly, moaning sweetly like a child. After a while,

she tired, and I mounted her, thrusting in precisely. Her moans immediately resonated with my thrusts. This

time , it wasn't as intense as before, but there was a greater sense of enjoyment. We were like longtime

lovers, familiarly savoring the impact and pleasure each other brought. Because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted exceptionally long,

and the speed and force of my thrusts increased. I tentatively sped up, and apart from her cries becoming more frantic and her legs gripping

tighter , she seemed to have no discomfort. So I fucked her with all my might, each

thrust plunging deep inside, hitting the very core of her flower, making crisp slapping sounds against her buttocks. Her moans were already intermittent, "

Ah...husband! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Let me die!"

After a long, rapid series of thrusts, I felt myself about to climax. I asked her, "Where should I ejaculate this time?" She murmured ..."Inside!" I moved a few times and ejaculated inside her. After ejaculating, I pressed myself against her and hugged her for a while. When I tried to pull out, she hooked her legs around me and held me tightly . I was afraid that if I went soft, some semen would leak out, but she said it was okay. Fortunately, she was very excited and didn't go soft even after ejaculating for a long time . Finally, we both calmed down. I pulled out and wiped myself clean. We hugged and chatted for a while before going to take a shower together. 　　In the bathroom, she playfully splashed water on me and gently washed my penis, even spitting water onto me with her mouth. After showering and laughing, I got dressed, kissed her deeply, and then went back to school. On the way, I was still savoring the feeling. It was the most wonderful time I had ever experienced since I understood the relationship between men and women. We were both...

I admire her, she cooperated well, and I didn't feel empty afterwards. Hmm, I think I kind of like this gentle

and considerate older sister.

5—Special Fate 1

Now, we're chatting online, very intimately. We also video chat frequently, and I'll suddenly

show her my genitals, surprising her when she's online at work, but she seems used to it. I told her

, "I'm writing about you!" She said, "Write well, don't feel restricted because I'll see it."

...

I've known her for a long time, but I don't remember when or how we started chatting. I just remember that

when we met online, we would tease each other and laugh. Most of my online friends are

basically and disappear from my friend list, but she's an exception. Sometimes we don't say

a word for a long time, but I still remember her and who she is, even though I didn't know who she was at the time.

Our first meeting was sudden; I didn't know who she was or what she did before we met. That day, we

were both very hungry and lonely…

It was an afternoon in early winter of 2002. I was alone in my dorm, very hungry, but I hate

eating alone! I was on QQ when she appeared. I asked if she would have dinner with me, and she said yes. I said I couldn't afford

anything nice for her, and she said it was okay. I said I was at XX school, and asked when she would come. She said, "Oh,

that will take a long time. Can you wait?" I said no problem, so we agreed to meet at 7 pm at the school gate. She

told me she would wear a fluffy coat. So, she set off, and I waited until it was almost time, then ran to

the school gate to wait.

I didn't know what she looked like, didn't know her figure, only that she would probably be wearing

something . I searched the clothes of the various girls passing by the gate, trying to match her description with their clothing, but they

all rushed past. Almost an hour had passed, and I was a little cold, but my mood hadn't changed much. Haha, I didn't even

think about being stood up. If I didn't wait, this chance would be gone. I couldn't resist texting her,

and she said she was still on the train, so I kept waiting. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she appeared in my sight. She

looked at me and walked over, as if she knew I was waiting for her, maybe because my eyes could speak. I don't remember

what we said at the beginning, I only remember that I wasn't unhappy at all, maybe because of a feeling, haha,

her eyes could speak too. She had a good figure, was pretty, and had a certain charm.

The first time , I felt that she was mine!

We went to a small hot pot restaurant near the school gate, found a place to sit, and ordered some things. She

looked at me and smiled, not appraising me, not staring, but a look that spoke volumes.

I smiled back at her; maybe this is what they call exchanging glances. The meal wasn't smooth; we had to go through two different kettles before

we found one that had gas. We mainly focused on exchanging glances; I don't remember what we talked about,

except that I learned about her school. After we finished eating, I asked her where we were going, and she said she didn't know. I suggested we go to a place

nearby for a drink, and I'd take her home afterwards. She agreed. So I

rode my bike with her to the small teahouse.

Actually, I'd been here before and knew they had private rooms, hehe. We went upstairs and found

a small private room, ordered a drink—what we drank wasn't important, the key was being alone for a while. The room was

the kind with a wooden platform around the edge, a few cushions, a small table in the center, and a small seat. She sat at the very back, and I

sat her left. The drinks arrived, and the door closed. I looked at her, and she looked at me; we

were both silent for a long time. After a while, she spoke, saying, "Turn off the light first," and I could see

the look in her eyes. I turned off the light, and a little light from outside shone through the frosted glass, making the room very dark. I sat down

next to her, close to her, and she leaned in too; our lips immediately met.

I pushed her down, greedily sucking on her lips and tongue as if it were a long-awaited delicacy. She responded with her eyes closed

. I didn't know how far she would let me go, so I tentatively reached for her chest; it was soft and

elastic . She didn't object, her body slightly twisting in response. Our lips were almost never apart,

kissing until we were nearly breathless. I knew we both desperately needed this feeling; it was a pity there was too little space, otherwise we would have

rolled around. After a long time, I sat up and told her I was really hard, it was uncomfortable in my pants,

could take it out? She said yes. So, I unzipped my pants and took out my free-spirited penis. She

reached out and grabbed it, squeezed it a couple of times, and then lowered her head to take it into her mouth. She sucked hard, making me

hurt a little; I could tell she wasn't very experienced, but it felt amazing, she was very attentive. (As I write this, I get an erection.

I ask her if I can show her the video, and she says yes. So, I show her my penis again. I ask her, "

Do you like it?" She says, "Mmm!" After a while, she whispers, "I'm too scared to watch, there are people behind me...")

After sucking for a while, she gets tired, spits out my penis, grabs it, and says, "Yours is so thick!" I've received this kind of praise several times, it's so

great ! I push her down again, I desperately want to enter her body, but I know I can't here. I mimic

the movements I've made, thrusting my body. We seem to be in perfect sync, getting excited together, haha. This mutual

stimulation is too much for us to handle. I ask her, "Shall we go find a hotel?" She says, "Do you know where there is?" I

happen to know a small hotel nearby, and since I was short on cash at the time, I take her to that

small hotel.

When we check into the room, the hotel staff says that men and women can't stay in the same room, it would be difficult if they came to inspect,

and insists that I pay extra for a male bed, a common trick, but it doesn't matter, I quickly go into the room with her.

We quickly took off our clothes, getting into bed in our underwear. I tried to take off her bra, but she

only took off her bra, refusing to take off her panties, saying she was afraid of being checked. The lights were off, it was dark, and we cuddled

together . I occasionally slipped under the covers to kiss her soft breasts; they felt wonderful. I slipped my hand inside her panties,

searching for her sensitive source of pleasure. She asked what I was looking for, and I said I was looking for her clitoris

. She said, "Hehe, can you find it?" I groped around there, finding a slightly raised area. She said that wasn't it, that she

had , and grabbed my hand, pointing it out to me. Without a word, I started stimulating her. She was wet there, but...

She wouldn't let me put my fingers inside. I touched it for a while, then suddenly couldn't find her clitoris, so I

had to ask her to point it out to me.

I was hard and uncomfortable, really wanting to penetrate her, but the guy on duty was

walking , making her very nervous. Damn this run-down hotel! Not wanting to force her, I asked her to give me oral sex, and she

obediently crawled under the covers and sucked very diligently. When she got tired, she would stick her head out and we'd chat and be affectionate. After a while

, I wanted more, and she would suck me again diligently. Haha, I can't remember

how many time I wanted more, she would say, "You want more?!" and then obediently give me a blowjob. Later,

I ejaculated with my hand. We hugged and chatted. I learned that a few months ago, she had a

boyfriend , and they had sex, but soon they were separated by distance and it was difficult to see each other. She needed emotional comfort but

didn't want to do anything inappropriate, so she was willing to give me oral sex but didn't want me to penetrate her. We

spent the night like this, half-talking and half-sleeping.

As dawn broke, the first thing I did upon waking was to give her a good kiss. We got dressed, I went out

to wash my face, checked the time—we still had some time before checkout. Back in the room, I asked her, "Can we

take our clothes off and make love?" Seeing my pleading and the desire on my face, she agreed. We

took off all our clothes, and I pinned her down, just like last night in the teahouse, but without the constraints of clothing and the added barrier

of a locked door. She was wet, very wet, but didn't want me to enter. Later,

when I hugged her from behind, I secretly squeezed my penis into her vagina. She let out a moan and tried to struggle to get me to pull out, but

I held her tightly. After a while, she stopped moving. I gently thrust my penis in and out a few times; it was very wet and tight.

I got up and knelt at her feet. She instinctively spread her legs, and finally, I entered her from the front. I thrust in and

out, and when I used a little more force and went in deeper, she cried out, saying it was uncomfortable; I think it was because I was hitting her cervix

. As I thrust, I told her I wanted to give her pleasure, to give her an orgasm. She said

, "I probably won't." I asked why, and she said she just couldn't feel it. I guess she lacked experience and didn't know how to

feel it yet. I didn't feel pressured to give her an orgasm every time we had sex, and I didn't even necessarily need to have one myself.

At that moment, the pleasure from thrusting wasn't important; the feeling of being connected and intertwined was what mattered most. After

a while , I pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach. After cleaning up, we cuddled for a while longer before getting dressed and

coming out. She wasn't wearing a bra; she just stuffed it in her pocket and giggled as she wrapped her coat around herself.

When we came out, I asked where she was going and if she wanted to come with me to get a haircut. So, we went to a hair salon together. I

was getting my hair cut, and through the mirror, I saw her behind me, still smiling at me, and I was smiling back at her. We were still exchanging glances,

but the meaning had subtly changed, improved...

6—Sister Shuya 2

One winter night, I suddenly received a call from her, asking if I was free. I naturally knew

what she wanted, and soon I appeared at her door. I knocked on the door, and after a while, it opened. She

was wearing pajamas, her face flushed and slightly tipsy, smiling but not speaking. I entered and pulled her into

my arms.

It wasn't the first time, and no prelude was needed. I took off my coat and went straight to the shower. In the bathroom,

my lower body was already rock hard. After washing myself and wrapping myself in a towel, I came out to find her already waiting for me in the bedroom.

Dim candlelight, soft music—she was nestled in a small nest of blankets and pillows, only her face peeking out as she smiled

at me. I unwrapped the towel, slipped naked under the covers, and there she was, her body, equally naked and smooth…

I

loved her. With her, communication was effortless; eye contact and physical intimacy spoke

volumes . Her body was warm, her breath faintly scented with alcohol. We kissed passionately, like drinking rare nectar.

My lips greedily slid over every inch of her skin, turning her over and over, exploring every

curve with my tongue, each bite like tasting honey. Slowly, my mouth slid down to her lower body, and she didn't refuse

my oral service. In the darkness, I found her two thin, fleshy lips, pressed my lips against them,

and like a kiss, I took them in, inserting my tongue inside, feeling her warmth with my lips and tongue. Her

labia minora were of moderate size, closed together. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, the hair on both sides of her labia was shaved, leaving only a strip in the middle of

her mons pubis . It tasted very fragrant, with a faint, uniquely feminine

scent. After licking for a while, she was already panting heavily, telling me to stop. She rolled over and pinned me down,

directly licking from my scrotum to the glans, then taking it into her mouth and stroking it, while her hands roamed over the soles of my feet and the insides of my legs.

Familiar movements, familiar pleasure, warmth spreading from my lower body throughout my entire body. I knew she was about to sit on top of me.

Sure enough, after only a short while of oral sex, she impatiently tore open a condom and

put it on me. She then bent down to lubricate it with saliva before slowly sitting on top of me and putting it on. A warm sensation instantly enveloped

my lower body—it felt so good.

She didn't hold back, immediately launching into a frenzied up-and-down motion, coordinating with back-and-forth and side-to-side grinding

,

her hair flying with each rise and fall. She was also constantly moaning, unlike the intermittent moans when being penetrated; her moans on top were active and forceful. Each time her voice rang out, her vagina would tighten and rub against me.

I had never felt so good when I was passive; with each rise and fall, her vagina would contract and grip me

tightly . After a few minutes of this frenzy, her throbbing body finally pressed against my chest, panting heavily. I

held her close, thrusting my penis slowly in and out of her vagina, allowing her to fully experience and rest.

After a while, I rolled over and pinned her down, beginning another frenzied lovemaking. She moaned and writhed beneath me,

her voice broken by my thrusts; she wanted me to ejaculate inside her. I continued to thrust in and out of her at high speed, each

stroke incredibly stimulating, each drop a testament to our intimate friction. Waves of pleasure washed over me, lifting my

entire body to new heights, yet I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate. We were both in a great state; though her moans were now

broken and somewhat hysterical, she still managed to wrap her arms and legs around me, welcoming each of my thrusts with her lower body.

I don't know how much time passed, but amidst our passionate cries, I climaxed inside her. I remained on top of her,

holding her close, savoring the sweetness of the moment. At that moment, there was a feeling of calm after a storm, of petals falling like raindrops.

Like our first time a month ago.

After a long while, our bodies separated. We cleaned ourselves up and took a shower together. We playfully

lathered each other with shower gel, rubbing against each other, reigniting our pent-up desire. I got hard again in the bathroom

…

Back in bed, we naturally pressed together, tacitly resuming what we had just done. It was almost

a replica of our first time, only more direct and concise, heading straight for the theme we had been waiting for…

When the flames were extinguished by sweat and the rain of love, I held her and

fell asleep …

7—Special Romance 2

On the last day of the year, everything became languid, as if preparing for the New Year. I

was suddenly enveloped by boundless loneliness, and I thought of her.

It had been over a month since our first meeting, and I still missed the scene in the teahouse when I had just

released and she immediately took it in. It wasn't just physical attraction; there was something hazy and

alluring in her eyes that I liked. Finally, I couldn't resist going to see her.

I took a taxi to her school gate and called her. She was surprised, but appeared immediately, wearing

the same coat she wore when we first met, and with that slightly dreamy and lonely smile. I really wanted to hug her,

but I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to do so at her school. I needed to pee, so I asked her to take me somewhere.

We found a place in a teaching building, and after relieving myself, thinking about

what was going to happen that night, my lower body started to stir with desire. We walked around her school for a little while. I

asked her if there was a hotel nearby. She said she knew one, about two hundred yuan. I said okay,

let's go quickly. I took her hand, and we ran out of the school gate towards our longed-for place. On the way, I suddenly stopped,

hugged her, and kissed her. She struggled a little, but in my arms, she couldn't resist, and could only close her eyes, slowly

responding to my kiss with her lips and tongue. After a deep kiss for a while, she pushed me away and said, "Not here, hehe, let's keep going."

A short while later, we arrived at a decent-looking hotel. It was already past ten o'clock, and only

the receptionist was on duty. I pulled her to the front desk to ask if there were any rooms available, like a couple celebrating the New Year. I quickly

booked a standard room and even asked her, "Will they do night checks?" The receptionist smiled at us and said, "No,

we've already checked!"

We ran to the room, and I wanted to hug her, but she said she needed to call her boyfriend first. Okay,

I went to take a shower first. After washing up and coming out wrapped in a towel, she was still on the phone with her boyfriend who was out of town. I quietly

put my hand on her chest. She tried to push me away, but not forcefully. From her expression and tone,

I could tell they weren't on the same page; she seemed anxious and helpless. They talked for about ten minutes before hanging up

. I pulled her into my arms, and she struggled to get out and went to take a shower, haha. She took off her clothes one by one

until she was only wearing her underwear, and went into the bathroom.

After a while, she came out of the bathroom, still wearing her underwear. I pulled her into bed and started using my hands and mouth

…

She wasn't very interested, which was understandable; she had just had an unsuccessful New Year's greeting with her boyfriend

. We started chatting, and I occasionally pushed my luck. Later, I removed her

underwear , but she didn't want to have sex, so I begged her to give me oral sex. She didn't refuse and crawled under the covers. A comfortable

feeling enveloped my penis…

When I woke up, it was morning. She was hugging me from behind, teasing me from time to time. At first, I pushed her away

groggily , but later, when I was more awake, I had wicked thoughts again. She didn't refuse my request. We went to

the bathroom to shower and immediately returned to bed.

We kissed greedily; her lips were hot, the kisses were delicious, and lingering. I

kissed her body down her earlobe and neck, and she started breathing heavily. I played with her vulva, but she didn't seem to like it, so she

knelt and gave me oral sex. I loved this method; I could feel her dedication, savoring my penis as if it

were a delicacy. I couldn't resist any longer. I pounced on her, pressed my glans against her entrance, rubbed it a few times, and slowly pushed it in.

The feeling of entering her warm, wet vagina was the ultimate pleasure! We both enjoyed the moment, savoring it

for a while. Then I started to thrust gently, and she moaned softly. Gradually, I increased the intensity.

I lifted her legs, but as soon as I entered, she cried out. It seemed I had reached the limit, and she wasn't comfortable.

So I lowered her legs, and in the most ordinary position, we continued to climb the peak of pleasure. We stayed in

that position without changing. With her, I felt that pleasure and orgasm weren't so important. What

mattered was that we were united at that moment, experiencing the emotions we shared—not love, not friendship,

but a pure, indescribable feeling between a man and a woman. At orgasm, I pulled out and ejaculated on her belly

… After washing up, it was time to check out. We went out and went to eat at the hot pot restaurant near her school that she had mentioned when we

first met . While eating, we just looked at each other, laughed, and didn't talk much. I really enjoyed savoring the emotions of that moment. Later, she saw me off at the station. While we waited for the train, her hand and mine were clasped together, and she had her hand in my pocket. I boarded the train, and through the glass, we gazed at each other greedily . The train started moving, and I reached into my pocket—it contained a hundred-yuan bill…

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