[My experience with a Tibetan girl]

Due to the nature of my work, I frequently have to travel to counties and pastoral areas to maintain signal base stations. You might not know

if anyone has ever Tibet; it's practically a pristine paradise, but after a while, it's almost like hell. You can drive for hours

without seeing a single person; there are roads everywhere, and roads nowhere. Seeing someone can make you happy for half a day. Anyway, everywhere you look is

blue sky , white clouds, and yaks…

Anyway, last year during the National Day holiday, a county suddenly lost signal. My supervisor urgently sent me and a

Tibetan driver to maintain it. Even though I was unhappy, I had to go. What can I do? My life is tough; I get paid

less than others, but I do more work.

On the way, the driver kept describing the scenery along the way. I mumbled incoherently, thinking to myself, "Damn,

all the scenery in Tibet looks the same." Seeing my lack of interest, he started talking about Tibetan women. These old drivers are just old

lechers

, always talking about these dirty things. But it's true that Tibetans are more open than Han Chinese, as open as Westerners. He said the Tibetan women he slept with were incredibly pleasurable, especially hot and tight inside… I've never been with a Tibetan woman. My

wife is very protective, and the smell of Tibetan women makes me want to vomit. City women are okay, but those in rural and

pastoral areas simply unbearable.

Around 6 PM, we arrived at a village—I can't remember the name—that seemed very primitive

. Every house had cow dung plastered on the walls, used for burning in winter. In what appeared to be a rather "wealthy" Tibetan home,

the driver spoke with them in Tibetan, asking about the lack of signal. He learned there was a base station up the mountain,

but the signal had suddenly stopped. Looks like I'll have to carry my gear up the mountain again. Ugh, oxygen is already scarce;

this little mountain is definitely going to kill me.

But I was lucky that day. The driver was drinking barley wine with the Tibetan family, and they had their young

nanny take me there. The nanny looked young, about 18 years old, with two rosy cheeks from the high altitude;

she was quite cute. Because she was wearing Tibetan clothes, I couldn't tell what her figure was like. Oh well, having a woman with me

was better than going up the mountain alone or with the driver.

This woman was quite strong; she carried my tool bag without getting tired at all. After walking for half an hour, we reached

the halfway point . I was exhausted, so I sat down to rest on a large rock, gazing at the beautiful scenery below,

somewhat mesmerized. Suddenly, she pointed to something in the distance and said something. My Tibetan isn't good, so I didn't understand what she meant,

but I guessed she was talking about their village. Yes, it was so far away; I couldn't see a single person in that far-off area

, only rocks and wild yaks.

She sat next to me, drinking the beverage I gave her. Suddenly, I felt that Tibetan girls were quite cute.

I asked her how old she was in broken Tibetan, and she said 17, younger than I had imagined. I couldn't understand a word she said

. Then she half-squatted up, pulled up her Tibetan skirt, and looked at me with a smile. Before I understood what was going on, I heard a "

splashing" sound and saw small streams of water flowing from the soles of her feet. Wow, she dared

to pee How open!

I thought of my wife and immediately turned my face away, not daring to look or think about it (my brother's wife is a bit fierce).

She chuckled behind me, leaning against me and speaking to me in a language I couldn't understand. I kept thinking about her

peeing , and as I thought about it, my penis became aroused. I really wanted to have sex with her, but she was too young, and she

was Tibetan. Who knew if she would agree? Forget it, I immediately turned around and went to pee behind a big rock

so I wouldn't have these thoughts.

Just as I was urinating, a hand suddenly grabbed my penis from behind, scaring me so much that I held it

back. I knew it was her. I quickly pulled up my pants, turned around to look at her, and she was still giggling. I thought, "If you

dare grab me, I won't let you get away with it." I reached out to touch her skirt, but she reacted quickly and missed

.

I immediately grabbed her waist and touched her breasts with my right hand. Wow, they were quite big and soft

, not at all like a 17-year-old. She must have grown up eating beef; no wonder she's so well-developed.

I retaliated by touching her a few times, and to my surprise, she responded with a "humming" sound. I felt her body go limp

, she leaned down, and her eyes closed. Didn't this mean I could have sex with her?

Damn it, never mind, let's just go for it (I didn't kiss her because I couldn't stand the smell of her, I was

afraid I'd throw up). I just couldn't get her clothes off. She opened her eyes and saw me still trying to undress,

smiled , and pulled, and the kimono-like dress opened. I felt my face turn red. Damn it,

I'm supposed to be a respected engineer, and I can't even undress myself. Sigh, I don't want to think about it anymore. If I don't get

her fired, it'll be even more embarrassing.

I pulled the dress down, and there was no bra underneath. Her breasts were about 36cm, very rosy, and her nipples were

the size of small peanuts, pinkish-red. I couldn't resist taking a bite, and she immediately let out an "Ah!"

I didn't expect that this moaning sound was universal. Hehe, I didn't hold back and immediately started

kneading her breasts hard with both hands. As I increased the pressure, her reaction became stronger and stronger. Her body

kept twisting and turning, and I almost couldn't hold her down. She kept making "Ah ah ah" sounds.

I pulled down her skirt, and to my astonishment, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Upon closer inspection, I was utterly stunned. Her dark red

labia majora, pink labia minora, and peanut-sized clitoris were neatly arranged, moist and glossy. Remarkably, there was very little hair

around them , as if she were just beginning to develop. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her entire vulva was smaller and

more exquisite than any I'd ever seen (much prettier than my wife). I leaned in and gently kissed it, simultaneously sucking her labia majora

into my mouth, not caring about her unpleasant smell.

She let out a soft "Ah!" and began to sway back and forth. She gripped my penis tightly, as if trying to

snap it off, and kept rubbing it. It was so stimulating; I almost ejaculated. I couldn't wait any longer.

I quickly undressed, rubbed my penis against her a few times, and couldn't wait to enter her. Remembering she

might be a virgin, I wet it a little, thrust my hips upward, and slowly began to enter her vagina.

"Ah..." A pitiful scream startled me. Her face was contorted in agony, her

expression one of utter pain, her moans echoing with the same agony. I wasn't worried about being heard;

there was no one to be seen for miles around, no matter how loud her screams were. Her vagina was contracting violently, sucking and gurgling

—it felt so good, so tight, wet, warm, no, it was burning hot, scalding my penis like...

To escape the current situation...

I gently withdrew and looked at her sister, who was already overflowing with pubic hair and vaginal fluid

, but I didn't see any so-called virgin blood. I was overjoyed. No need to worry anymore. Damn it, I won't hold back.

I launched a fierce attack on her. Each time I pulled out, the head came out of her body together, and then I quickly thrust in all the way.

Each time I entered, I felt a violent collision with the warmest part of her flesh inside. With each thrust, she

cooperated shouted loudly. Amid her shouts and the sound of my body colliding with her buttocks, I lifted her

legs and put them on my shoulders, continuing my vigorous attack. I felt her vagina contracting violently, and her body was shaking

violently . She had lost her balance, and her two white legs were kicking and swinging wildly in the air. The sight

was simply stunning.

Suddenly, she abruptly sat up, straddling my waist, and slammed down on my penis. It felt like my penis

had entered a hot, wet, and tight place, as if a ring was gripping me tightly. The sudden stimulation

almost made me lose control. She kept moving up and down, grinding and rotating, making me feel like I was floating

on air. My breasts swayed with each movement, a truly spectacular sight.

She kept moaning, but my Tibetan is terrible, so I can't translate what she was saying. Suddenly, she

screamed and collapsed on top of me, hugging me tightly. Her vagina contracted in waves, like a tiny mouth

sucking at my penis. Under such stimulation, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated, without even considering whether she would

get pregnant .

It was so amazing! After ejaculating, I didn't move, just lay quietly on the big rock, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, savoring

the passion I had just experienced. The feeling was... indescribable. Less than five minutes later, we did it again, this time from

behind. It was very tight, squeezing my penis painfully, but this time I lasted longer and ejaculated inside.

Finally, we held hands and went up to the mountaintop to check the base station. It turned out the solar panels had been stolen and needed to be

replaced. We went back, and since it was late, we slept in the car. The next day, on our way home, I bought my wife

a bracelet she had always wanted but couldn't afford. She was so happy she didn't notice anything amiss.

To be honest, I still think about that Tibetan woman, even though we don't speak the same language.

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