Beautiful girls I met online

Meeting her was a chance encounter. The internet is such a strange and trendy thing; many people's so-called "fate" is realized through it. My meeting with her was the same.
When I'm bored, I often visit so-called adult websites. Although most of the time no one chats with me, since I have nowhere else to go, I just find somewhere to kill time. So, I went to OICQ's self-created 3D forum
and randomly created a male dancer account… When she came, she didn't say anything and left quickly. However, her profile said "#girl," so of course I couldn't let it go. I sent her a request: "I want to have sex with you #, if you want to too, add me."

She didn't respond, and I thought it was hopeless. But to my surprise, ten minutes later, she accepted my request and then sent another request: "I don't want to have sex. If you promise not to have sex with me, add me." What an interesting guy. I smiled and accepted. Then, we started chatting idly. It turned out she was a female student at a university in Guangzhou, only a sophomore this year. She had just broken up with her boyfriend because the man she liked had gotten back his ex-girlfriend. I was incredibly bored, so I kept pressing her, asking if she would have sex with me. She kept saying, "I'll have to give you a good talking-to." Haha, what kind of "talking-to-the-mind" could we, these old internet perverts, possibly have? What a pipe dream!
Because my work was relatively relaxed, I had many opportunities to chat with her throughout the day. She was always online and even gave me her dorm room number, mobile phone number, and pager number—she had all that information! I also left my phone number. A boring weekend arrived, so I sent her a message: "Are you coming to visit? I want to find a woman to have sex with."
"I'll think about it, but I won't have sex with you. Can't you think about something else?"
"But I really want to."

"But I don't want to."
"Then are you coming? If you come, I'll definitely force you to have sex with me."

"Damn it, I can come, but I definitely won't do it with you." "If you come and I rape you, will you call the police?" Things developed in a strange and interesting way. Then, four hours later, at dusk, she appeared in my city. She wore glasses, had shoulder-length hair,
a rather thin face, not particularly beautiful, and slightly dark skin, but considered good-looking in Guangdong. She was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt, carrying a small bag, looking very relaxed. She looked very different from the photos she sent me online; I really couldn't recognize her. And the way she looked now was really strange. It was a very relaxed feeling, but it also gave me a feeling of having successfully pulled off a scheme. By the time I got back to my rented apartment, it was almost dark. This apartment could be considered a haven for picking up girls. Because it's very dark downstairs, walking alone is terrifying. A timid girl wouldn't dare walk alone and would definitely need your strong support. This also gives her a chance to experience your tenderness. And for girls who have already developed feelings for you, you might have the opportunity to touch them or kiss them. In that dark environment, perhaps someone will occasionally pass by, and you can hide in a dark corner and do what you like – it feels really great. On the way home, we chatted casually about various topics, but never touched on anything related to sex. So we were both relaxed, laughing occasionally, until we reached the building. Going upstairs, it was very dark, and there was a long garage corridor. Because both sides were cluttered with storage and garage rooms, there was no light in the middle, and no streetlights were installed. Therefore, the narrow, about 1.5-meter-wide corridor felt quite scary. As she followed, I naturally took her hand, saying, "Be careful, don't fall," and kindly helped her up the stairs. As we walked down that narrow corridor, she seemed a little nervous. I placed my hand on her waist. "Don't be afraid, there are security guards downstairs. There's nothing scary here." Her waist was slender and fleshy, and it felt wonderful to touch. I held her like that, the fragrance of her hair and her body scent naturally filling my nostrils. Her hair swayed back and forth near my mouth, as if teasing me. She didn't seem to resist much, perhaps because she was afraid, so when I tightened my grip on her waist, she didn't resist. In the middle of the corridor was a recessed corner, with four corresponding storage rooms on either side of the wall, each about 1.5 meters wide and 3 meters long. Sometimes I thought, if someone were to lie in wait there, robbing or harassing passing girls at night, it would be terrifying. Because unless someone went inside, it was difficult to see what was inside, especially in the dark. But strangely, in the time I've lived here, I've often noticed that hardly anyone comes in or out at night. Perhaps this is related to the lack of lighting. I put my arm around her waist and we groped our way through the darkness. I quickly got used to the dark, but since she was nearsighted, she was definitely at a disadvantage in such an environment. As we approached the corner, my heart began to race. Finally, I had a chance to experience this special feeling… At the corner, I suddenly pushed her inside. There were walls on three sides, and another wall across the corridor, so it was even darker inside. She bumped into the wall and cried out, "Ouch!" But her voice wasn't loud, probably because she wasn't used to shouting. I immediately rushed in after her, pressing my body against hers, using one hand and my chest to hold her down, separating her arms and lower body. I whispered in her ear, "I told you, do you remember?" She didn't cry out, only whispering, "No, no, don't do this, it's hot!" She was quite strong, her hands pressing against my chest, making it feel painful. But how could I let such an opportunity pass? My other hand deftly slipped between her clothes and skirt, beginning to caress her smooth abdomen. Because I had to block her hand's movements with my body, touching her breasts was impossible. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, her waist slender and pleasant to touch. She struggled fiercely, pushing me away forcefully, pleading in my ear, "No, please? I told you not to..." My right hand pulled out from under her clothes and began to caress her thigh. She clamped her legs tightly together, pushing me away even more forcefully. In my experience, this was negligible resistance. I still held her upper body firmly, preventing her hand from escaping, and gently stroked her thigh from bottom to top with my right hand, along the smooth and firm outer side of her thigh, slowly moving upwards, then slowly slipping under her knee-length skirt. It was warm inside, and especially when I touched her full, soft, and elastic buttocks and her thin panties, my heart raced with excitement. However, I wasn't in a rush to touch her right away, so I patiently stroked the outside of her thighs and the edges of her rounded buttocks. Her buttocks were very elastic; even against the wall, I could still feel the firm flesh and soft curves when I reached inside her panties. Many people say that girls are powerless to resist when being caressed. I don't think that's entirely true. Her trembling didn't lessen with my caresses; she pushed hard against my chest, requiring considerable effort to hold her down, but her silent struggle wasn't a threat to me. As long as I had the strength, I could handle it. Besides, wasn't that even more stimulating?

In the darkness, I continued to caress her. Then, I shifted my legs so I could place my right hand between her thighs. Her legs were tightly clamped together; she had mentioned she exercised a lot, so they were very strong, which also provided greater stimulation. As I slowly slipped my fingers between her thighs, the powerful skin gave me a strong sense of conquest. I pushed my hand inward from between her tightly closed legs; her legs held my hand firmly, and although it was difficult, I couldn't stop myself from squeezing my entire palm into the center of her thigh. Then I turned my hand ninety degrees and laid it flat; her legs clamped my fingers, making them bend, but the gap was finally a little wider. Then I pulled upwards forcefully, pulling along her thigh all the way to the warm, soft triangle where her thighs met.

To my surprise, her panties were already soaked, but her struggles showed no sign of weakening. However, her panties, so wet they seemed ready to be wrung out, greatly encouraged me. This is only the second woman I've ever seen this wet. The first was a girl from Guangxi. After we made love, I realized the sheets were just for show, because they were covered in two huge welts – all from the fluid we produced during foreplay. This one, however, had her panties completely soaked, wet and slippery. Even touching the outside of her panties, I could feel the slipperiness, and I could feel the fluid still seeping out.
I finally parted the narrow edge of her panties and slowly moved my hand up from under them until my entire palm covered her crotch. Her fluid seeped through my fingers, covering my hand. She had a lot of thick pubic hair, and her crotch was full and soft. I could tell she wasn't a virgin. It was very hot in the middle, and slightly parted, making it easy for my hand to feel her parted labia and the soft, moist opening between them. I couldn't see her expression, but I could feel that she hadn't given up resisting. Perhaps it was unconscious, but the force pushing against my chest was still considerable. Her waist had begun to sway wildly from side to side, hoping to get rid of my hand, but how could I give up so easily? My middle finger easily found the opening, hooked upwards, and easily slid into her hot little hole. My middle finger kept teasing, and as I pressed my palm as close to her labia as possible, my finger went deeper and deeper into her body. It was warm and moist inside, especially the spasmodic, tightening and loosening sensation inside, and the soft, smooth feeling of the vaginal walls, which instantly aroused my sexual desire, and my penis was so hard that it made my pants very uncomfortable. Her legs were already unable to resist, only her hands were still pressing against my chest, and she kept whispering, "No, no..." Just then, we heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching outside ;

someone was parking, but they were still some distance away. In the glare of the headlights, I saw her panicked face, and she immediately stopped making a sound, only writhing her hips against the wall more violently, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
I could tell the sound wasn't very close, and besides, my desire was already burning. What did it matter if someone saw us? Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration, her legs twisting and hesitant to make any excessive movements, I suddenly pulled down her underwear, all the way to her crotch, almost to her knees. Her legs twisted even more violently. But bound by her underwear, she couldn't move much, and her hands were firmly pressed against her chest, rendering her powerless to resist. She seemed somewhat desperate, and the force she used to push me away was almost a desperate gamble. I pulled down her panties, making it easier to caress her. Her pubic hair was thick, soft, and felt like petting a plush toy, except it trembled, had warmth ,
and emitted seductive moans. The cleft was full; when I pressed my palm against it, I could feel the heat rising inside. The tender flesh was soft and yielding, and under my stimulation, her body involuntarily convulsed, her hips swaying against the wall… The person who parked the car pulled up, a small flashlight in hand, and I could hear footsteps approaching. She immediately froze, desperately pushing me away. But I held her tightly, deliberately inserting my fingers inside her, rotating them left and right, up and down, intentionally increasing the speed of my thrusts. I felt the light pass behind me; the person was walking down the corridor. I thought, he would never expect someone to be in this corner, let alone witnessing such a thrilling rape. She was terrified. As the man passed by, I saw the look in her eyes—a look of impending tears and helplessness. Suddenly, I felt an intense excitement, a strange tension and thrill coursing through my mind. While she was still terrified and stunned, I impatiently untied my already bulging penis, pulled it out from beside her underwear, and placed it on her lower abdomen, deliberately thrusting it forward and rubbing it up and down to tease her.

The moment she felt that hard, thick thing pressing against her body, she recoiled as if electrocuted.

Her body shuddered violently, her hands barely able to hold onto the wall, and she let out a low whimper. I moved her hips back and forth, rhythmically thrusting into her body again and again. The mushroom-shaped glans acted like a compressor, squeezing out her juices and rubbing her vaginal walls until they ached unbearably. Her body began to rise and fall with my rhythm, adopting various lewd and obscene postures to please me. She even started actively pushing against the wall with her hands, sticking out her plump buttocks to match my rhythm. She mumbled, "I'm dying, stop, please, I'm dying... Don't move, please, I'll die if you move again..." I don't know how much time passed, I only know that my movements became faster and faster, she almost had no strength left to make a sound, only low moans and rapid breathing. Her thighs contracted rhythmically again and again as if in spasms, and it felt as if something was tightly gripping my thick penis in her vagina. The spasms were like something sucking, squeezing, and pulling inside, making the feeling in my glans increasingly intense. Finally, on her almost kneeling body, I thrust to the highest point... When I pulled out of her body, I found that the fluid that had flowed from her body had run from her knees all the way to her ankles, and I could feel her slippery mucus on my legs. She's a born slut...

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