[World Travel: America's Super Party]

Going to America is a joy; you can easily find an Asian face while strolling around, and the local Mandarin sounds sweeter than rice or wheat. You always make a lot of friends. They drink alcohol, I drink cola; they boast, I tell stories; we can sit down and spend an entire evening together, each one exuding confidence and boundless pride.

Zhang Sanfeng's friend, Lao Niu, has a very beautiful wife. All their friends hear Lao Niu complain about his impotence, and they all worry about his wife. Such a beautiful woman sleeping with him is like being alone in an empty room. Everyone wants to satisfy her needs, but they can never find an opportunity. Until we learned about a very famous sex party, held every night in an ice palace beneath a circular ruin. His wife can find complete release there. A very interesting place.

Truly beautiful women abound. And once you enter, you can have sex with any of the beautiful women, or several.

After hearing this shocking news, everyone was eager to participate. Wang Xiaoer, that ugly, girlfriendless scoundrel, secretly signed up after hearing this. Li Dagui, with a beautiful wife, also signed up. A dog-like monk signed up too.

??? Even lecherous wolves have arrived.

??? The Ice Palace is so vast that there's enough space to build rooms of various styles. As soon as Wang Xiaoer entered, he dragged away two women, luckily both of them were ugly. Two minutes after Wang Xiaoer entered the room, he was kicked out by the two ugly women. Too fast, right?

??? Everyone laughed heartily!

??? Zhang Sanfeng went to sleep with his ex-wife. Lao Niu and Li Dagui, two elegant men, went to sleep with a woman who was so fat she was bloated. Even the young Zhou Liufu seduced a respectable woman.

??? I could hear the woman's moans piercing through the walls and into my ears. I should find a woman too.

??? A tall girl who looked like a college student slowly approached. She was nervously biting her lip, cutely twirling her long hair with her fingers. Then I saw her blue eyes, her small, delicate breasts, petite and elegant. Through her almost transparent skirt, I could vaguely see her neatly arranged, thick pubic hair, the same golden color as her hair.

An old man hurried towards her, trying to pull her into his arms.

I strode ahead of him, my right hand flashing as I placed it on her round buttocks. She trembled nervously and whispered, "Let's find a room!"

I said, "Okay!"

My hand roamed over her buttocks. The smooth, slippery feel against her skirt was quite interesting. We walked down a long corridor looking for an empty room. The walls were made of glass, so everything inside was clearly visible to those outside. We saw an old man with white hair engaged in passionate lovemaking with more than ten young women. Despite his age, he was still sexually active, attracting a large crowd of envious onlookers and even more beautiful women. The old man was quite the ladies' man.

The beauty beside me was several times more beautiful than any of the women he'd been with. The moment she appeared before me, she became my Xi Shi (a legendary beauty).

We walked over a hundred meters before finding an empty room. It was well-stocked with fruit, drinks, and food. The room was about a hundred square meters, with a shower, a brand-new plasma TV, a top-of-the-line DVD player, a vast collection of adult films, a computer with a huge library of all types, and the ability to download them online at lightning speed.

My Xi Shi asked, "Do you like me?

" I replied, "Of course I do. You're so beautiful. You're practically Helen of Troy!

" She opened her alluring lips and moaned, "Fuck me!

" I turned on the DVD player, letting classical music fill every corner of the room and her long, slender eyebrows and thighs. I turned on the air freshener, letting the fragrance permeate every inch of her skin. I opened my mouth, letting my tongue moisten her glossy, rosy body. She opened her cherry-like lips, letting her soft, petal-like breath fall onto my face and fingertips. She opened her legs, letting the fluid flowing between them drip onto my penis. She opened her vagina, and my penis tightened and hardened.

She said: "Today is my eighteenth birthday. Let me experience ecstasy!

" I said: "Happy birthday.

" She was the kind of stunning beauty who possessed the essence of heaven and earth, elegant, serene, noble, and otherworldly. Every part of her body was unique and exquisitely beautiful, perfectly proportioned, so her overall appearance could rival the slender beauties in ancient Greek paintings and sculptures; her skin was delicate, so under the warm yellow light, her skin was as white and bright as milk, as white as clouds, as pure snow; her fingertips were bright red like roses; her lips and labia complemented each other, vying for brilliance, the same color, the same elasticity, the same tenderness, the same allure, like rhyming verses, gracefully approaching, like a fairy descending, like the rising moon, like the first glimmer of ice.

Her fingers were long and straight, the bones inside possessing a unique charm when pinched, like lotus blossoms, jade, and agate, whether viewed from afar or up close. She teased my teeth and tongue with her index finger, her skill even more profound, like a seductive serpent, displaying the ultimate allure. Her fingertips spread like flames across my body, vines entwining, smoke drifting.

Her breasts were translucent, warm, the nipples as red as dates, as shiny as agate. One small hamburger, two small hamburgers, two little red berries. They smelled like fruit, and tasted like hamburgers; urging my lips and tongue, "Faster, faster, faster!

" Her hips, whether viewed from the front or the side, had beautiful curves, the tightly pressed buttocks forming a long cleft; every bend and the movement of her hips was a stunning visual revolution. As she bent over, her golden pubic hair parted, revealing a long groove between her clean labia majora. At this point, whether viewed from the front or the side, her genitals were incredibly alluring, compelling you to use your hands, enticing you to use your mouth, and teaching you to use your penis.

I placed her on the bed; the bed was very bouncy, and her bouncing caused her small breasts to bounce like a little rabbit. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I took off my clothes, and she took off her transparent dress as well. I grabbed her calves and pressed them towards her upper body. Her legs bent, and under the light, her pubic hair parted, her vulva and labia opening and closing together.

She pleaded, "Come in quickly!!!

" I knelt on the bed, not immediately entering her. I wanted her to perform some oral sex first. At this moment, the woman was more passionate; her eyes were filled with even stronger desire as she looked at me, and the way she breathed heavily through her firm nose was even more sensual. Her eyes were filled with flames like blooming peonies.

She sucked on my glans, she licked my glans, she gently teased my glans with her teeth. I pushed my penis into her throat, once, twice, three times. I made her serve my glans again. I pushed my penis through her mouth again, pressing it against her throat, not letting go, until she cried in pain.

Oh. The way she smiled through her tears was so cute.

The mirror behind the bed reflected everything about her back: her slender waist, long legs, blonde hair, pink vulva.

Tears streamed from her eyes, drool dripped from her mouth, and her vagina was wet with vaginal fluid.

She still looked stunningly beautiful. Those perverts would risk everything to sleep with her or rape her; they would risk their lives for her, they would do anything for her. She was their queen. I was her emperor.

Her screams were like those of a senior female student, her hip movements were like those of a standard porn star, and her tight vagina was unmatched. Even with vaginal fluid as lubricant, it's still very tight—the tension of a typical virgin.

I was already riding her, her vagina a long tunnel, my penis a long, powerful train, rushing and surging endlessly within it.

I grabbed her breasts and fucked her. I grabbed her hair and fucked her

. I grabbed her buttocks and fucked her.

I grabbed her waist and fucked her.

I grabbed her shoulders and fucked her.

I

changed positions. I was on top, she was on the bottom, she had the stamina and strength of an athlete, her frenzied up-and-down movements on top of me lasting over ten minutes. And her eyes never left mine. She was aware of the pleasure of her own genitals, and also of the pleasure in my eyes; if my eyes felt uncomfortable, she would speed up her thrusts. Her insight far exceeded my imagination. She moved up and

down facing me. She moved up and down with her back to me. Her face moved up and down against my face. Her face moved up and down against my legs, so I could see her anus more clearly? She moved up and down to the right, she moved up and down to the left. She rolled and writhed on my penis, drenched in sweat.

Suddenly she screamed, pulling her vagina away from my penis. A strong stream of fluid shot like an arrow onto my lower abdomen, penis, and thighs.

She squirted?

She squirted!

Her body was as wet as a ripe watermelon, her vagina as wet as a mountain spring, seemingly endless!

Sure enough, after changing positions for a few seconds, she pulled her body away from my penis and ejaculated onto the bed. After a long burst of intense ejaculation, there was a short, resting burst of spray, soaking half the bed. Then she clung to me, convulsing, intermittently giving me awkward smiles. Her alternating squirts and manic laughter were really amusing.

I inserted my penis into her vagina. I knelt on the bed, picked her up, and continued to fuck her. She grabbed my hair, tears streaming down her face, looking completely innocent. She was terrified of squirting, because it would cause her to convulse and laugh repeatedly, making her lose face in front of me. But she reached orgasm so easily, and squirting was a given, and very frequently, in varying amounts—sometimes enough to fill a large bowl, sometimes a small wine glass. Sometimes it sprayed everywhere—on the foot of the bed, on the glass door of the shower room, on the ceiling, on the TV screen, where an actress was spreading her legs and opening her vagina, and my Xi Shi's juices were shooting right onto her vagina, not a drop missing! It

was so exhilarating.

She sprayed on the glass wall, on the breasts of the marble sculpture of a woman, on the face of the Hong Kong actress Twins on the wallpaper, and she even shot into my mouth.

She shot so forcefully that my tongue felt numb and painful. She shot onto my penis, a powerful rain. She shot onto my hand, and I felt like a desolate man holding a fairy's water falling from the sky.

Her face flushed red; she was so excited that she forgot everything else in the world, even that she was having sex with me, and that I was the one who made her squirt so many times. She seemed to have become a faucet. A faucet unlike any other. What faucet could spray out vaginal fluid like her?

I was facing her, and she came. I was facing away, and she came. I tried every position, and she came every time.

I inserted my penis into her anus. She seemed to relax for over ten minutes, her expression softening, able to enjoy pleasure without dizziness; she was fully conscious. She suddenly became as gentle as water. As soft as jelly. As warm as a love letter. As cool as air conditioning.

I slowed my thrusts. She became even more serene, as if dozing, as if reading a novel, as if humming a song, utterly peaceful.

She held me, and I held her. She didn't climax, and I didn't ejaculate.

Should we take a break? Was that her request, or my chivalry? Was she truly as peaceful as if she were back in her own boudoir? Or had she found a sense of belonging with me? Would she fall in love with me? Or was she just here seeking pleasure? The pleasure of her first time? Countless orgasms?

??? I looked at the girl resting on my chest, I couldn't understand her, I couldn't see her clearly. Her beauty contained more than just desire; she was something else entirely. She wasn't just a tool, a vase, or a slave. She was a female boss, a female president, a female Zeus, Venus.

??? I held her and raced inside her again. I was Mercedes, I was Pluto, I was the Milky Way. She was my Xi Shi. Even though I didn't know her name yet. But why wasn't she Xi Shi?

??? I ejaculated inside her uterus the first time. The second time, I ejaculated from her vagina down her body, across her pubic hair, her lower abdomen, her navel, her belly, her cleavage, her neck, her chin, her lips, teeth, and tongue, her nose, her eyes, her forehead, her long, flowing, curly golden hair.

??? The third time, I ejaculated on her face, as beautiful as Xi Shi's.

??? I held her; she was asleep. The light dimmed, her face was clean and fragrant, her body slumbering like a newly opened piano. Her breaths were like indistinct musical notes. Her heartbeats were like the beautiful sight of lotus petals falling into the water.

She slept in my arms, she slept in my world.

She transcended metaphor, transcended poetry, transcended music.

She was truly sleeping in my arms; what could be more beautiful than this?

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