My Lewd Diary

Author: Mo Shang Xiao Leng
Published: August 6, 2016
First Publication: Partial First Publication
I'm very grateful for everyone's support. Many readers PM'd me after reading Chapter 2, asking if Chapter
3 was worth the wait since it was so insightful. (′- ω-`) I can confidently say that Chapter 3 will
definitely live up to your expectations.
Regarding the authenticity of the diary, I can say that a large part of it is based on my own experiences,
so there's really no need to ask me this question every time
. As for the bonus, because I'm writing for the forum contest, Chapter 4 hasn't been started yet, so there
won't be an extra chapter for 100 hearts, but the singing for 200 hearts and the audio for 500 hearts will continue.
Mwah, I hope you enjoy reading!
May 6th
I was indeed dragged out of bed by an older man's gentle words this morning. Don't ask me why I "dragged out," well,
you could say you seduced him.
After all, when I woke up, I saw steaming hot xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), congee with preserved
egg and lean meat, and, of course, fried dough sticks already cut into pieces—my absolute favorite! Xiaolongbao goes perfectly with congee with preserved egg and lean meat, and the congee is only truly perfect when you add diced bok choy and fried dough
stick pieces.
Hmm, I'm so happy. Actually, my expectations aren't high at all; I'm not incapable of making breakfast. Whether it's dating or marriage, all I want is someone who understands me, 　　someone who
can tolerate my little flaws, hobbies, and quirks. After all, working hard in the city is really tiring (′；︵；` ). 　　"I looked at your WeChat Moments, and you said you like to eat this kind of breakfast. Good morning, wife." 　　"Hmm, let me tell you, you don't eat fried dough sticks like that. You have to soak one end in the porridge for a little while, and then 　　eat it. That combination of soft and hard texture is great." With a big mouthful of fried dough stick, I earnestly taught him 　　how to eat it. Looking at his clumsy appearance, I couldn't help but smile. 　　"Eat your breakfast properly. If you smile again, I'll eat you up." He said, pretending to be fierce. 　　"Keep pretending, or I'll eat all the xiaolongbao and leave none for you." I triumphantly reached 　　for the last xiaolongbao with my chopsticks. 　　"I don't understand you. You eat so many xiaolongbao, how come your breasts are still so big?" He failed to grab the bun and started making 　　personal attacks. 　　"Sister's beauty is natural and hard to hide, you wouldn't understand." With only two mouthfuls of congee left, I 　　was too lazy to pretend to be a lady with a spoon, so I just picked 　　up the bowl and drank it all. "Hmph, you wash the dishes. I bought breakfast, so you clean up afterward, it's fair." After breakfast, his 　　businessman nature came out. 　　He raised his little face, "But I still need to choose clothes, change clothes, it takes a long time! Why don't you wash the dishes, and 　　we can leave earlier?" 　　He walked around the table. Damn it, even though I applied ointment last night, it still hurts so much. I wrapped my arms around his neck, 　　stood on tiptoe, and obediently offered him a pleading kiss. 　　"Since you're injured now, I'll treat you well, I'll wash the dishes today." Hmm, you have to understand, 　　when a woman really doesn't want to do something, her reasons are endless. 　　What should I wear? I have too many clothes, I don't know how to match them. Forget it, I won't agonize over it anymore, I'll just go with the T-shirt. A T-shirt, 　　a long skirt, and flat sandals. Add some accessories. I feel cute today because I didn't take my meds. 　　Hmm, I can skip makeup, but I can't skip sunscreen. After applying sunscreen and changing, I moved to the living room and saw 　　someone already sitting on the sofa, calmly playing on their phone. 　　"Let's go out!!!" They quickly put their phone away. "Honey, you look so pretty in that outfit, 　　your chest looks so big." They started using their flattery skills. "Nonsense, what do you mean 'looks 　　big'? It means it wasn't made that way before. And me? I'm obviously very big-chested!!!" Right, today's T- 　　shirt is low-cut, the kind that shows cleavage. 　　"Okay, okay, you look good, you're right." They said, picking me up. Luckily, I was wearing a long skirt, otherwise 　　there would have been a real risk of flashing. 　　"I'm pretty, so what?" he retorted defiantly. 　　He ignored me and shoved me into a taxi. Fine, you ignore me, I'll ignore you too. 　　We arrived at the hospital quickly. He went straight to the front desk to get his appointment number from the night before, saving me 　　the trouble of queuing. 　　The doctor, an older woman, seemed pleased to hear we were mainly there for a checkup. She quickly wrote out a whole stack of 　　test forms and had me take off one side of my underwear and lie down on the gynecological exam bed. I immediately flinched; I'm terrified of speculums 　　. Inserting it is excruciatingly painful, but the doctor insists, "It's okay, we're very skilled 　　. Relax, relax. You're so sensitive, it'll hurt even more." Ugh ╮(￣▽￣)╭, 　　it's always like this, every single time. Sure enough, here we go again. 　　"You're so swollen, I can't even insert it. Relax," the doctor said, holding a speculum, looking 　　like she was about to kill me. 　　"I'm trying so hard to relax, I'm really relaxed." I tried my best to imagine that what was being inserted into me wasn't a speculum, 　　but a large, vibrant, and juicy penis. 　　"Is this your first gynecological exam? You don't look like it. Your previous intercourse was quite vigorous; your vaginal 　　opening is all red and swollen." 　　She tried her best to distract me and ease my tension. 　　"Okay, you should still be careful and insert it slowly. I'm afraid of pain." That's right, I'm the most afraid of pain ever. Don't 　　be fooled by my current ability to enjoy double penetration; back in the day, when my anus was broken, I cried like the world was ending—not 　　mourning the loss of my anus, but because it was just too…painful…. 　　"It's okay, I chose the smallest size for you, it's very safe," the doctor reassured me softly... 　　She carefully began to slowly insert the disposable plastic speculum into my vagina. Metal speculum is cold and 　　uncomfortable to insert. Plastic speculum, if poorly made, with rough edges, is quite dangerous 　　. 　　A foreign object, slowly, little by little, forcefully, overcame the resistance of my vagina, step by step...

As it penetrated deeper, 55555555555555, it really hurt. I can't understand those who derive pleasure from pain.
In my opinion, I would never do anything that only causes pain.
Time seemed to drag on endlessly; every second of penetration was torture.
Finally, it stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
But this wasn't the end, only the beginning.
The speculum knob slowly rotated, and my vagina gradually revealed its true form—dense clusters of tiny fleshy
buds, the source of their pleasure, but they were all swollen.
"Beautiful lady, your swelling is really bad. Look, your cervix is swollen here. You need to apply medicine. There's also
a lot of discharge, but the quality is okay, no odor. I'll collect a sample of the discharge first." All I
wanted to say was, hurry up, hurry up and finish, I can't take it anymore.
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"Doctor, how do I apply the medicine inside?"
"Wait a minute, I'll call your husband in. You two need to apply the medicine like this when you get home." She said this as she walked out,
calling him behind the curtain.
When he came in and saw me, he was clearly startled. And yes, this position looked exactly like
a silent invitation: "Come on, come on, hurry up and put it in me, hurry up and put it in me..."
But I really didn't have any such thoughts.
My little honey pot was drooling again, completely uncooperative.
55555555 I just wanted to dig a hole and bury myself.
The doctor had a bottle of some kind of medicine in his hand, and he used a cotton swab to apply some inside my little hole
. It was cool and refreshing, which greatly relieved the burning sensation inside. "You're her husband, right? Young people should be more restrained
. Look at how you've made her vagina
like this, it's not right. When you get back, have her lie like this, and you slowly and gently insert the speculum.
Then apply the medicine to the swollen areas. It's best not to have sex until the swelling goes down." She earnestly
demonstrated for him, carefully instructing him.
I felt this was a bad omen. I had a feeling he would carefully apply the medicine for me.
How and where to apply it was another matter.
I obediently waited for the doctor to apply the medicine and slowly remove the speculum that had been so painfully inserted. I finally breathed a
sigh of relief.
Holding the pile of test forms the doctor had given me, and having so many vials of blood drawn, it was terrifying.
Then, he took me out of the hospital, claiming: "I lost too much blood and need to replenish it." He dragged me straight back
to the hotel and ordered a bunch of supplements for me.
Ugh, he really treats me like a pig.
He didn't say anything during the meal.
Of course, I didn't say anything.
I buried myself in my food and ate a lot, but I couldn't even finish half of what was on the table.
I was stuffed.
Then he dragged me to a shopping mall near the hotel for some shopping, um ヽ(○^ ？^ )? ? I
like this as a way to digest; all the shopping time is so short. He has good taste; he picked out clothes that I liked
. I was so full from lunch that I didn't feel hungry at all. When I started to feel a little hungry, he
went back to the room. He didn't say a word, silently took off his clothes, and went to the bathroom. I didn't know what to say, so
I just kept quiet.
I swear by my Boy Scout name, I'm definitely a good kid.
Really, absolutely.
I don't know if he was upset about what happened today, but my test results still haven't come back, and
I don't know what's going on. I'll feel more at ease waiting for the results.
Lost in thought, I suddenly really, really wanted someone to hug me tightly. Don't think too much, just hug me.
Hug me tightly, so I won't feel like I'm all alone, like I have to face everything by myself.
Sometimes I feel that what people call being promiscuous or seductive is really just wanting
a hug while sleeping.
I remember someone once, well, every time I rolled out of his arms while sleeping, he would somehow pull me
back into his arms. I've always found that skill amazing. Seriously, amazing. I asked him how he did
it, and he said it was just a natural physical reaction because he loved me so much and was afraid I'd leave.
The story is simple: he's my first boyfriend's brother, and also my
partner in the student council for so many years. We often ate out and went to karaoke together. Oh, I forgot to mention, my boyfriend and I didn't go to the same school, and
he was partly responsible for our relationship.
That day, we went out to eat, just the three of us, and my boyfriend got carried away and drank too much. The place was quite
far from his school, but not far from mine. For safety reasons, my partner and I decided to get a double room upstairs
; he would stay with my boyfriend, and I would go back to school to sleep. My boyfriend was completely drunk and incredibly heavy. It took the two of us,
one on each side, to finally drag him upstairs. Just as we were about to get the room key to open the door, he vomited
. Vomiting itself wasn't the problem; the problem was that he vomited all over me.
So frustrating.
The delivery guy helped him to the bathroom, where he vomited for a while, but nothing else came up. "Xiao Leng, why don't I go back to school?
You can stay here."
"No, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle him if he wakes up in the middle of the night .
It's better to clean myself up here, wash my clothes, and dry them with a hairdryer before going back."
He said he was my partner, but you could also say he was my best friend; I tell him a lot of things. So,
of course, I don't really see him as a guy. Well, I guess he doesn't see me as a girl either, since we
're together every day, we're too familiar.
I quickly took off my dirty dress and washed off the filth. "Pass me the hanger."
The door opened a crack, and a hanger was handed in. Hmm, I need to wash myself too; it smells awful.
After showering, I wrapped myself in the large towel provided by the farm and slowly used a hairdryer to hang the skirt on the hanger.
"Xiao Leng, do you need any help?" the vendor asked from outside the door. How could I let anyone in looking like this?
"No, I'll be done soon."
"But I need your help." He opened the bathroom door and walked in naked, revealing eight-pack abs.
His erect penis, bigger than my boyfriend's, startled me.
"You...you...what are you doing?" I took small steps back.
"Help me lose my virginity, okay?" He braced himself against the wall with both hands.
"You can have any girl you want, and there are countless girls who want to be with you." I used my hands to push against his
pectoral muscles, preventing him from getting any closer.
"Xiao Leng, don't you understand? In all these years at school, I've only had you, and I've only been close to you. Their
liking for me has nothing to do with me."
"Then why didn't you pursue me when I was single?" I was curious. My boyfriend and I
got together around our junior year of college.
"Back then, you were just too dazzling. You rejected everyone who pursued you. I was afraid. I was afraid that if I confessed
, we wouldn't even be friends anymore. Now, at least I can stay by your side."
"Uh, so you're not afraid now?" What kind of logic is that? I don't understand.
"I'm about to go abroad, and we'll be separated by vast distances. Whether we'll ever meet again is highly uncertain. Even if I
wanted to, I wouldn't have the right." A sad expression appeared on his face.
"Yeah, so what do you want?" Indeed, in all these years, I've never seen him get
close to any girl. My boyfriend and I have discussed his orientation privately 　　.
"Just one night of pleasure," he said firmly. Okay, it seems we were judging him by our own standards 　　. "But what if he finds out we've done something wrong to him? Can he accept it?" I playfully 　　drew circles on his pectoral muscles. 　　"You're mine, mine alone. I'm already being very generous by not holding it against you." He grabbed 　　my mischievous hand and brought it to his mouth, licking each muscle individually. 　　"It tickles," I tried to pull my hand away, but I couldn't resist his strength. 　　"Little Leng, be good, let me love you properly." He released my towel, revealing my flawless body 　　. 　　He crouched down, picked me up, and I frantically clung to his neck. He carried me to another bed, 　　gently turning it over. The double bed wasn't big, maybe 1.2 meters, but it was very soft. 　　His tongue roamed over my body, and I breathed heavily. His final focus was on my nipples 　　and my vulva. 　　He pulled a condom from the bedside table and gestured for me to put it on. 　　For my own good, I obediently put it on for him. 　　As soon as it was on, his penis became restless, instantly rubbing against my vulva… 　　I couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm." 　　"Be good, Xiao Leng. This is my first time. I learned everything from my teacher. If anything is lacking, 　　you have to tell me," he said as he thrust in and out, in a traditional missionary position, both of us clearly seeing each other's expressions. 　　"Ah...ah...so good...ah...I'm making a sound...ah...will...ah... 　　maybe something bad will happen?" 　　"Silly child...it's okay...it's already good enough that he'll wake up tomorrow morning." He 　　patted my head, comforting me. 　　"Ah...ah...then...then is it okay if I make a sound...ah...ah 　　..." 　　"Yes, you can say that, but don't be too loud." He was cautious, after all, it was a sneaky affair. 　　"Ah...so good...ah...so good...ah...it's...ah...it's...ah... 　　ah...where...ah...harder." Since that was the case, I let loose. 　　"Xiao Leng, your moans are so tempting, you're so tight inside, so stimulating." He really thrust hard, each 　　thrust forcefully opening my heart. 　　"Ah... to the flower... ah... to the heart of the flower... ah... good... ah... so exciting... ah 　　... so good... ah... you're so... ah... amazing... ah..." I never knew that reaching the heart of the flower was such a pleasurable 　　thing. After all, at that time, I had only made love with my boyfriend. He had penetrated a place that no one had ever been to before 　　. It was really, really exciting. 　　"You're mine, you're mine, Xiao Leng, say you're mine." He started to move faster and faster. With one thrust, 　　his big penis actually touched the uterine wall. 　　"Ah... I... ah... I am... ah... ah... it's you... ah... it's you... 　　ah... ah... it's yours... ah..." I didn't know what I was saying. I was crazy. I didn't know anything 　　. I only knew that it felt so good, so good. 　　"Xiao Leng, I can finally be with you." He held me tightly with his hands, and my two big breasts 　　trembled with his thrusts. Every strand of hair trembled with his thrusts. It was a passion that even my first boyfriend had never given me 　　. 　　"Do you know how painful it is for me every time I see you two being all lovey-dovey?" Every 　　word seemed to penetrate to the very core of my being. 　　I couldn't speak, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I nodded frantically, indicating that I understood. 　　"You know? You know nothing! I was the one who met you first, the one who got together with me first! Do you know 　　how painful it is for me when I hear you two are together? Why didn't you choose me?" He began to descend into madness, his face 　　contorted with rage. 　　"Ah...I...ah...I've always...ah...ah...never...ah 　　...ah...never knew...ah...ah...never knew...ah...ah...you...ah...you like... 　　ah...like me...ah...ah...I...ah...yes...ah...it doesn't matter who...ah...deeper...ah...right there 　　...ah...ah..." Yes, I'm rather oblivious. I never thought someone as outstanding as him would like me, after all 　　, I wasn't outstanding enough for everyone to love me. 　　"All you know is food, you don't know anything else, do you?" He leaned down and kissed me. Okay, I admit, good 　　food is really, really important. Over the years, he's fed me quite a bit. All sorts of snacks have never 　　been missing from my desk. I always thought of us as brothers and never thought much of it. 　　"You little rascal, even if I confessed, you wouldn't be with me because we're too close." 　　Yes, that's right, we're too close. I really can't bring myself to do it. Too close, I don't like that feeling.

"Fine, that's it. I'll eat you up, and that will fulfill my biggest wish. Be good, Xiao Leng, give yourself
to me, and I'll give you an unforgettable night." His hands and penis didn't stop moving even as he spoke.
"I love it... ah... touch... ah... touch my breasts... ah... ah..." His hands were big,
but they still couldn't hold all of me. His rough hands brushed against my tender nipples, sending shivers down my spine
. It felt like an electric shock. And the way his hands roamed over my body made me feel even more aroused.
"Come on, get up." He picked me up, his penis penetrating deeper into my uterus with each step he took.
He turned me over and placed me on my boyfriend's bed. The position we were in became my favorite
doggy style.
The bed wasn't big, only about 1.2 meters. But because I was drunk, it only took up less than half of the space. With my
boyfriend next to me, I didn't dare make a sound. There were only the sounds of panting and the slapping of our bodies.
"Xiao Leng, unzip his pants and take out his penis," the driver ordered. I obediently didn't refuse;
the unwashed penis had a fishy, foul smell.
"Good girl, use your little mouth to clean it," I said, looking at the penis.
"Ah...that...ah...so dirty...ah...no...ah...don't...ah...don't let me...ah
...do such...ah...such shameful...ah...things!" It was so shameful that I couldn't even speak properly
. But such a dirty thing, I really couldn't bring myself to suck it.
"Xiao Leng, your attitude isn't right. This is your source of pleasure, how can you complain about it being dirty?" He suddenly
slowed down, as if punishing me.
"Waaaaaah, you're bullying me...waaaaah!" Well, fake crying has always been my specialty;
he's always been helpless against me when I fake cry.
"Little darling, good girl, lick it. You've given him oral sex before, both holes at once, it'll be really
stimulating," he still wouldn't give up trying to persuade me.
Yes, it's not like I've never done oral sex before. I wouldn't say I like it, I just don't find it repulsive. But for that
exhilarating pleasure I just experienced, I had to accept it.
It smells bad, it tastes fishy, 55555, I'm unhappy, I'm unhappy.
"A man's body has a memory. The best way to prevent him from finding out about our lovemaking is to make
him think he was drunk and had sex with you. That's best for you."
"That sounds reasonable. Is this really your first time?" It seems so suspicious. Are
virgins these days so knowledgeable? They know everything…
"You big idiot, you're all I have. Do you know how long I prepared for this first time?
How much research I did…" He looked very sad, I don't know if it was because he felt I didn't trust him, or
something else… Well, I guess I should just enjoy it, why think so much?
"Okay, okay, I absolutely don't distrust you, I'll be a good boy and listen to you." I gently licked his penis
, a fishy stench hitting the back of my head. I felt bitter, but couldn't express it. As I licked, the odor slowly
lessened, finally getting better.
From the initial gentle licking to the complete coverage of his glans, coupled with the powerful thrusting from behind, my boyfriend's breathing
became unsteady.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's it, you don't need to worry about him. I know his alcohol tolerance; usually, he
can only drink half a jin at most with low alcohol. Today I brought high-proof rice wine with a really strong aftereffect. It'll be good if he wakes up by tomorrow morning." He touched
my back, thrusting forcefully, while carefully comforting me!
-_- Damn it, rice wine, the kind brewed in the countryside, if you say you didn't plan this all along,
no one would believe you. But it's just so frustrating, really, to be completely taken advantage of like this, I! Am! Not! Will! Be!
Resent!
But he wasn't lying to me; this 3P was indeed very exciting, after all, it was an experience I'd never had before. Although
one of the male protagonists was drunk and unconscious, that didn't change the nature of the matter, really (//?//).
This really was a 3P... but I was still unwilling.
Don't doubt it, my first reaction wasn't feeling humiliated like the other girls. It was
unwillingness (；｀o ′)o.
I was about to lift my head, ready to spit out my boyfriend's penis, when my partner's big hand grabbed my neck
and pressed down hard, making me unable to move at all. Now, instead of sucking on the glans, I was forced into deep throating. Deep
throating made my throat itch, I wanted to scratch, I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't do anything.
A faint sadness...
The room was quiet, with only the slapping sound of his penis against my vagina, the sound of thrusting, and his suppressed panting.
As for me, I didn't need to exert much effort later on; I just had to obediently suck. What other sounds could he make
? The sounds I heard could only be described with one word: lewd. But I was still
unwilling, unwilling.
His thrusting frequency suddenly increased, and he penetrated even deeper. I knew he was about to ejaculate.
He no longer cared about pressing down on my neck, his hands tightly gripping my plump buttocks. He was so forceful,
as if he wanted to knead me into his body; I almost suspected that with such force, I had become a
part of him. Never to be separated again. Never to be separated again.
Of course, I also experienced an orgasm I had never reached before, the stimulation going straight to my brain, my whole body trembling,
like parched land receiving rain—no, not parched land receiving rain, but a torrential downpour I had never experienced before in my life.
Every time he ejaculated, it was an excruciating pleasure, making every cell in my body tremble. "Ah..."
My entire uterus was empty except for the thick semen he ejaculated. Everyone on the whole floor probably heard my scream, but
so what? His first time was mine. This might be our last time together.
The resentment I felt moments before transformed into a deep melancholy.
After he ejaculated, my hands could no longer support me, and I collapsed. He scooped me up,
lifting me like a priceless treasure, and carefully placed me on the small bed beside him. He climbed
on top of me, holding me close. Neither of us spoke. My head rested on his biceps, my face buried
in the crook of his shoulder, my nostrils filled with his scent. His arms held me tightly. The only gap between us was...
My breasts were so big they were practically bursting open.
"Xiao Leng, you're so wonderful, I've given you myself, I really can't bear to leave you, what should I do?" His
babbling was so over-the-top that if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't understand what he was saying.
"Baby, when did your aunt leave last time?" He suddenly let go of me and asked softly.
"Just now, why are you asking?" I was a little embarrassed.
"Well, in that case, I'll give you a little something, so you won't forget me, you little ingrate." Give me
something? I don't seem to need anything.
"What are you going to give me?" I was so curious. Lots of guys give gifts, but I usually don't accept them.
"You'll find out tomorrow," he said mysteriously. "Anyway, I won't hurt you. If I could,
I'd want to keep you all to myself, never let anyone else see you again."
Uh… what's with this feeling? It's creepy, so scary.
"You idiot, you don't even know I love you, how could you possibly guess what I'm going to give you?" Okay,
I've never been sensitive to these things.
"Although I don't know what you gave me, I want to give you something in return." My little hands quietly
reached for his soft, large member, giving it a few strokes. It had actually regained its vitality. Hmm, it's really
big (//?//).
"I still have a whole night left," I sang, my cervix, which had just closed, was stretched open again by his large penis.
So full, so comfortable. The thick fluid that had just been ejaculated into my uterus rippled with my back-and-forth movements.
I let his large hands hold my breasts, his thumbs pinching my nipples. My nipples were slightly upturned
, looking very pitiful. Of course, he couldn't bear to use too much force, gently kneading them.
The friction of his rough thumbs on my delicate nipples was also very pleasurable.
After guiding him, my hands then targeted his cute little testicles.
The speed of his gentle patting matched the frequency of my back-and-forth movements. Riding is the most adorable thing. I can control
the depth and position of his big, thick penis. Every thrust rubs against that little bud, giving me unparalleled
pleasure. The patting of his small hands really feels like whipping a horse's rump while riding.
"Ah...so good...ah...so good...ah...right there...ah...so big...ah...
good...ah...so deep...ah...so stimulating...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...ah...
ah...ah..." Faster and faster, the pleasure surges over me like a tide.
Unsurprisingly, I squirted, gushing out the thick fluid from my uterus, leaving a mess in an instant.
A strong feeling of exhaustion washed over me, my center of gravity shifting forward onto him. His penis was still erect. He sat up,
encircling me in his arms, and took my nipple into his mouth, the unique wetness and roughness of his tongue. "Ah...
" I let out a soft moan. Lotus throne.
"You little rascal, you started this fire, so you're responsible for putting it out for me."
I nodded haphazardly, not caring what he said. What I cared about was why he was still so hard.
I felt like I'd done something terribly wrong. I'd provoked someone I shouldn't have.
My arms were around his neck. "Silly boy, you've been inside me with such a big cock for so long, how can you
still be so tight?" he whispered in my ear.
"Ah... I don't know... You... Ah... No... Ah... Ah... Don't you like it?" "
How could that be? You're the silly boy I've been waiting for so long, I love everything about you." Hmm (○
^ ? ^ )? ? "Actually, from childhood to adulthood, whatever I wanted, they would always give it to me,
so I basically don't have any obsessions. Can you understand?"
His thrusting was so powerful, and he could still talk so smoothly, it was amazing, not even panting.
Is this the difference in our physical strength?
"Ah...I...ah...I can...ah...I understand...ah...really...ah...so
deep!"
"You little fool, you don't even know who's good to you, but right now I don't have
the right to stand by your side and protect you openly. Sigh..." His thrusts became even more forceful.
"Ah...I...ah...I...want...ah...I...ah...I don't care...ah
...anyway, you're mine...ah...ah..."
"Yes, yes, I'm yours, even my heart is yours, don't say anything else..." He looked helpless, affectionately
patting my head. Patting! Head! Kill!
This one also had no ability to resist, and suddenly went soft, and suddenly ejaculated, ejaculated very suddenly
, a large amount of soup and water with my body temperature was poured onto his
glans with the contraction of the uterus. Fully soaked.
At this time, my lower body was already wet as wet as it could be. The scattered fleshy buds were tinged with a lustful color.
That slippery wetness was countless times more alluring than the softest silk or the smoothest chocolate. I was completely captivated,
unable to pull myself away.
"Silly girl, your little hole is biting my cock so hard, it's so stimulating. My first time was
like this. How could any other ordinary woman ever catch my eye?"
"Ah...then...ah...you...ah...regret...?"
"Wrong, I'd rather die without regrets," he said firmly, with a resolute tone. "My little
darling, shall I shoot it all into your womb?" His thrusts became even more forceful. My peach-like
buttocks were kneaded vigorously by him.
"Ah...good...ah...want...ah...want so much...ah...no...ah...no more
...ah...give it to me...ah..." 5555555 So embarrassing, I came again. Large streams of clear liquid soaked the sheets
and blankets. But it was amazing, really. He reached places my boyfriend had never been before, and
the tension and excitement were something I'd never experienced before.
"Okay, it's all yours, everything's yours," his penis suddenly seemed to grow even larger. My cervix felt throbbing
with desire. Then, he suddenly ejaculated, a thick, white semen that made my cervix feel very full. I don't know how to
describe it, but it was hot, and I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction. Did I regret cheating? No, I didn't feel that way.
He's always given me that guardian angel feeling. Whenever something happens, my first reaction isn't to talk to my boyfriend,
but to go to him. Compared to feeling at ease, I actually feel a sense of guilt. Oh well, I've already lost my virginity, so
what difference does it make who I'm with?
He's at least my guardian angel, isn't he?
He held me very tightly, without saying a word. I felt safe in his arms, and that was enough.
The next morning, as I was half asleep, my arm suddenly ached a little, and then it itched a bit
. I didn't pay attention and continued sleeping soundly.
When I opened my eyes, he was already gone. My arm was itchy, like there was something inside. I found myself
sleeping with my boyfriend in the same bed where we'd been so passionate the night before. Beside the pillow was a small note that read
, "Xiao Leng, this is an implanted birth control pill. It'll be effective for about two years. I know you don't want
a baby so early, and you're not very good at protecting yourself, so I'm giving you this little thing. Take
good care of yourself when I'm not around."
After reading it, I tore the note up, scattered the pieces into the toilet, and flushed hard.
I don't know how I got back to bed, hugged my knees, curled up, and sat there blankly. Something so important to me was finally lost.
Hmm, the sound of water continued. I slowly took off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor as I walked
. When I finally tied my waist-length hair into a bun for showering, clothes were scattered all over the floor behind me. Looking at those
clothes, I touched the small implant on my arm. This wasn't the one he gave me; that one
had expired, and I had gone to the hospital to change the dressing.
Sometimes people are like that—what you want to keep, you can't keep; what you don't want to keep, you cling to.
My partner never came back; that was the last time I saw him. It
was much later that I learned he'd gone to be a mercenary. The
man who would protect me no matter what, who would even pull me back after I rolled out of his arms—he was gone forever.
Oh well, that's how it is.
I pushed open the bathroom door with a seductive air, snuggled into Old Zhang's arms, and let him
spray water on me. Once I was slightly wet, I swam away from his embrace like a fish. I lathered my breasts with shower
gel, the white bubbles making them appear even larger.
I went behind him, using my breasts as bath sponges to lather them for him. Well, there wasn't any particular reason;
I just suddenly felt like doing it. My plump breasts, my sensitive nipples, were squeezed and deformed between me and this man
.
A faint sadness, a faint sorrow, ultimately transformed into lust.
Sometimes I wonder, if he met me now, would he still love me? I don't know, and I guess he
doesn't know either, because love is love, it just happened at that time and place
.
When my breasts were applying shower gel to his penis, his penis started to grow hard, burying itself between my
breasts. With the lubrication of the shower gel, thankfully—my breasts were big enough. I knelt on the ground, cupping my breasts in my hands
, and the contrast between my penis, with its prominent veins, and my breasts, whiter and darker, was striking.
I don't know if men experience pleasure from breast sex; personally, I don't really feel much. If
it's not lubricated enough, it hurts a lot, so generally, I'm not keen on breast sex.
However, as a good girl who enjoys self-pleasure, I tease my nipples; um, nipples are
a great sensitive spot.
His penis was long enough that I could touch the glans when I lowered my head. Although I didn't like the scent or smell of the shower gel
, I reluctantly and gently licked his urethral opening.
He gasped deeply, "Ah... Xiao Leng... you're so good..."
I didn't answer him, only obediently accepting his thrusts over my breasts, while his glans
was actually being vigorously thrust into my mouth. The truth behind my silence was that my mouth was blocked, and I couldn't make a sound.
He thrust dozens of times, then suddenly pulled his penis out. He pulled me up from the ground, and, as if on cue
, made me lie face down by the sink. My already slightly upturned peach-shaped buttocks appeared even fuller, and
my vagina, still a little swollen from yesterday's ravaging, was still red and swollen, while my anus had regained its usual allure.
He couldn't help but knead my large peach incessantly, shaping it into various forms in his hands
. "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." I couldn't help but moan softly. That vigorous kneading gave me a different feeling
. I don't like SM, but I like this kind. SM has always felt so cruel, yeah, it's cruel.
Whether it's bondage, wax dripping, or whipping, it all hurts. Finding stimulation in pain, in three words, it's impossible!
Should I try to seduce them? "Yes, Xiao Leng wants... wants..." Hmm ヽ(○^ ？^ )? ? Yes,
one of the seduction techniques is playing hard to get. I like to see them being seduced by me. They're anxious, but still
trying to be serious, pretending not to care at all. But if I tease them a little more, well... you know.
Sure enough (；｀o ′)o, he hurriedly and forcefully thrust his penis into her anus.
Every wrinkle on her cute little anus was stretched open by his penis. The tightness of her anus tightly
enveloped his penis. "Ah... so tight... ah... baby, why are you still so tight?"
He could no longer control himself, forcefully thrusting into that charming little daisy. No special techniques were used
, just a simple insertion, and that's exactly what I love. Technique? What does it matter? Strength is king.
"Ah...so good...ah...it's going to break...ah...I can't take it...ah...brother...ah
...so strong...ah...Xiao Leng...ah...I can't take it..."
"You little rascal, marry me and I'll fuck you every day...will you marry me?" Someone brought it up again while I was being fucked, unwilling to give up
.
"No...ah...I won't marry you...ah...every day...ah...every day you just...ah...you know how
to bully me...ah...bad guy..."
"If you don't marry me, I won't move anymore." Someone was particularly depressed, probably not understanding why someone with such good
qualities would still be rejected.
"Ah...then...ah...no...ah...don't move...ah...it feels so good even when I'm not moving."
Really (//?//) that swelling feeling is so comfortable even when I'm not moving.
"You little darling, I really can't do anything with you. If I'm forceful, I'm the first one I can't bear to do it. If I'm
gentle, you'll just climb on your own." The person's face was full of helplessness. "
Ah...who told you...ah...who told you...ah...love me...ah...baby...ah...
I'm going to cum...ah..." Before he could finish speaking, a large amount of brown intestinal fluid came out. The person was
distracted by me like this, and with that warm and slippery feeling, he could no longer hold back and ejaculated.
"My baby, how can I bear to let you go like this? I want you to be a part of my life." The person
hugged me sullenly and dragged me under the shower, letting the water wash away the traces of passion.
Hmm, I won't get married easily because I know my own situation. How messy I was before marriage is
a matter for before marriage. I only need to be responsible for my own actions. But after marriage, it's a different story. I
not only have to be responsible for myself, but also for my family. So no matter who I marry, I will
tell him all these experiences in detail. Whether he can accept them or how he sees me is his business
and has nothing to do with me. If he accepts me as I am, I will not let him down. If not, it doesn't matter either; it's just a matter of
moving from one embrace to another.
Sometimes I even think that someone like me might be more suitable to be a wife. Why? Because I
've seen everything, I know everything, and I'll cherish that person and that kind of life.
Isn't it surprising that someone like me would say this? Don't you think that such a promiscuous body
can't live without a man? I've said before that people need self-control. What's the difference between someone who can't even control themselves
and trash? Of course, he has no right to know these thoughts now.
After all, we haven't known each other for long, and we don't know each other well enough to talk about this yet. Let it be.
He carefully washed me clean, wrapped me in a large towel, and dried me off properly. Then he swept me
into his arms and carried me to the chair, letting me dangle my legs over the edge, exposing my freshly washed
vulva. After a day of rest, the redness and swelling around my vulva had subsided, and the marks of yesterday's abuse were barely visible
. He opened the bag of medicine he'd gotten from the hospital that morning, took out a bag of disposable speculum,
the medicine he needed to apply, and cotton swabs.
He slowly inserted the speculum's proboscis end into my vulva. It hurt terribly; I couldn't bear it, and my claws
left marks on his hands. I'm never used to the speculum's insertion.
Finally, after much difficulty, he pushed the speculum aside and pulled out a small flashlight from somewhere.
The view of my vulva shimmered strangely under the flashlight's beam. "So beautiful...it's all pink
little buds inside, and you can hardly see any redness or swelling anymore. I estimate that one more application
of the medicine will be enough." Then he picked up a cotton swab soaked in medicine and began applying the medicine to my vulva according to the doctor's instructions. He applied it carefully
and meticulously, one swab at a time.
The medicine was cool and refreshing, making me feel so good. So much so that "Ah...so good...ah...brother..."
I couldn't help but let out a soft moan (?＞?＜)☆
"You little rascal, is it really okay for you to tempt me like this?" He lowered his head and continued to stare at my vulva, which was stretched
so wide by the speculum.
"I'm not tempting you...ah...it's just...ah...it really feels so good...is it?" Hmmヽ(○
^ ？^ )？？, that's right, I don't do things like tempting. Hmph.
"Okay, little vixen, all done." He slowly took out the speculum and tidied up the pile of stuff.
"I thought you were going to do something weird to me." My little feet wobbled, waiting for someone to carry me back to bed, but
instead, I got a big flick on the forehead.
"You little rascal, do you think I don't feel anything when I see your honey pot? It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't bear to hurt you." He
stood up,
and sure enough, his erection was there. Okay ヽ(￣д￣；)ノ This beauty's charm is still undeniable.
I opened my arms, "Hug." The next second, I was lifted off the desk and chair, carried to the bed in a long stride
.
I was carefully put down, covered with the blanket, and then climbed into bed from the other side. The light was turned off.
I automatically nestled into his shoulder, so he could hug me later... rub against him (?°з°)-?
I really like it when they sleep in each other's arms, so I'm not alone. I felt tight, drawing warmth from their bodies
to warm my body, which tends to be a little cold. Hmm, my body temperature has always been a bit lower than the normal 36.5°C,
only 35.5°C. Yeah, I get cold easily.
"You little rascal, close your eyes right now!" You want me to close them? I won't! I mischievously lick his nipple.
I think that's a very sensitive spot for guys. There was a guy who always wanted me to lick his nipples whenever he masturbated
.
"If you lick me again, I'll eat you up!" He hugged me tighter. Hmm, sleep, sleep. I love
seeing you want to eat me, but you can't.
Suddenly I remembered the cufflinks I bought him yesterday. I got out of bed, turned on the light, and started searching. After all, I should have
given them to him yesterday, but I didn't today. After today, I'd feel even more embarrassed to give them to him. "Baby, what are you looking for?"
"Something good." Without turning around, I continued searching.
Finally, I found the little box in the corner of a pile of clothes and quickly presented it to him like a treasure.
"I bought these before going upstairs for dinner yesterday. They look better than the shirt you're wearing now. Do you like them...?"
He didn't look at the cufflinks, but stared at me intently. I felt uneasy under his gaze and couldn't help but take a step back...
"Little vixen, how can I let go when you're like this?" But I was pulled into a very broad embrace.
"Well, then don't put them down." I said sullenly, buried in his arms.
"I really like the gift you gave me." It was still a pleasure to have my taste affirmed.
"I'm glad you like it. I was so worried you wouldn't like it." After all, it was something I couldn't very well argue with since it had been returned
.
"Love you (??? 3 (???c))" He took the box from my hand and placed it on the bedside table. The cufflinks
shimmered with an ambiguous light under the lamp. It was ambiguous, and beautiful.

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