【Hainan Trip】

Hainan Trip
Author: Unknown
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Word Count: 8756 words
(I)
I am 23 years old and work as a translator at a foreign-funded insurance company in Guangzhou. I got married half a year ago. My husband
is a computer supervisor at a company and is my classmate. From passion to ordinariness, my marriage has
continued day by day.
"Honey, the company is sending me to Hainan Island for a month of training, which is partly a vacation. Why don't you come with me?"
I said. "Go by yourself, I don't have time," my husband said. Actually, I was just saying it casually. He definitely
didn't have time to go to Hainan with me. So, after packing my bags, I had a great night with my husband, draining him
dry. The next morning, I boarded a China Southern Airlines flight and flew directly to the island.
Generally, when girls leave their familiar places, especially for tourism, they usually dress more sexily
because no one recognizes them outside, and they are not afraid of being talked about. You can investigate if you don't believe me. This time
was no exception. I threw away my usual work suit and put on a collarless, sleeveless miniskirt—
something forbidden at work. I felt a sense of liberation. Besides, walking down the street, with so many men and women staring at me, I felt
undeniably attractive, and my chest involuntarily perked up a little.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm 169cm tall and weigh 55kg, with a slim waist and round hips. My husband
often says I look like Miss Hong Kong, Chingmy Yau. Although I've been married for half a year, my breasts are still perky and don't
sag even without a bra. My nipples, though enlarged from my husband's frequent sucking, are still bright red, which he says makes me even sexier
.
Stepping off the plane, the tropical air hit me. This is Hainan Island in August. Men and women, dressed
lightly and breathably, filled the air with a slightly erotic atmosphere, especially in the seaside tourist areas, which gave me a
slight urge to stand out.
Upon arriving at the company's training center in the seaside tourist area of Sanya, we settled in. Other
trainees from domestic branches arrived one after another. Although it was called training, it was mainly a vacation. Training was held for
three hours each day on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, with the rest of the time for company-organized activities or free time. We quickly got to know each other,
and I shared a room with Li Ping from the Shanghai branch, a recent college graduate, twenty years old.
We became inseparable friends on our first night.
The next afternoon, after the training class, it was still early, almost two hours before dinner. Ping suggested going
swimming or taking a walk at the beach. She took out her swimsuit and went to the restroom to change. I laughed and said, "We're all women,
what's there to be afraid of!" I stood up, took out my swimsuit, and started taking off my dress. Ping blushed and hesitated to move
. I boldly faced her and unhooked my bra, proudly displaying my ample breasts. Ping quickly lowered
her head, not daring to look at me, and began to remove her clothes, but secretly glanced at my chest several times.
I wasn't in a hurry to put on my swimsuit; I just watched her undress. This was the first time I'd consciously compared my breasts to other girls
'. Ping's breasts weren't big, but her nipples were perky and cute, so sexy, with small, pink clitoris.
I said, "So sexy! You're not dating yet, are you? I wonder which lucky boy will be born." Ping shook her head without saying
a word and put on a two-piece swimsuit.
My swimsuit was a white one-piece, but very sexy, like a race queen's swimsuit. The fabric covering my private parts was
thin, just enough to cover them, and one of my labia majora might accidentally peek out. My back was completely bare from the waist up,
just tied around my neck with a strip of cloth. There were no cups. My husband bought it for me saying I couldn't wear it swimming, only
to wear it at home to please him. I'd never worn it before. Now that my breasts were bigger, it didn't fit me well;
you could see the edges of my bare breasts from under my armpits.
Ping said, "Sister Hong, you're so fair-skinned! Why am I so dark?" I laughed, "Silly girl, you
'll be this fair after you get married. I used to be this dark too, but after marriage, my husband's skin is smoother, so naturally it's fairer
." Ping nodded and said, "Let's go!" I put on another sleeveless dress, took her hand
, and walked out of the hotel to the beach.
There were many people at the beach, mostly swimming and surfing. Many girls were wearing bikinis, showing off their figures
. I felt out of place. Ping said, "Let's go in the water!" and pulled me to rush in. I said, "The
waves are so big. I'm not a very good swimmer. I'm afraid I'll get swept away." She said, "Don't worry, we'll play a little further to the side
." I hesitated for a moment, then finally took off my dress, weighed it down with my flip-flops, and walked into the water.
As soon as I entered the water, a big wave crashed in, soaking me from head to toe. Good heavens! My swimsuit became
transparent as soon as it got wet, revealing my breasts clinging to the fabric, even showing the red of my nipples and areolas. I panicked
and quickly crouched down in the water, but a big wave forced me to stand up again. I noticed that people had already seen my disheveled
state; several men were looking at me, and someone on the shore was pointing a video camera at me. I quickly crossed my arms over
my chest, climbed ashore, and grabbed my dress to put it on. I said to A-Ping, "A-Ping, I'll stay on the shore with you
. Take your time."
The wet swimsuit clung uncomfortably to my skin. I stood up, intending to go back to the hotel to change, but A-Ping stopped
me, not wanting me to leave. I had no choice but to stay and sit down by a tree. The setting sun shone obliquely, and a warm
breeze blew into the depths of my legs, tickling them like my husband's gentle touch. On impulse, I looked around to make sure no one was watching,
then untied the straps of my swimsuit and pulled it out from under my legs. Now, besides a super short dress, I
was completely naked underneath. I leaned against a tree trunk, spreading my legs to let the hot air blow into my genitals. Now, if
someone were to approach me, they would surely see the full genitals of a beautiful woman, and
the snow-white breasts visible through the sleeves of my wide, sleeveless dress. I fantasized about being spied on, and a warm, pleasurable sensation
spread from my genitals. I couldn't help but reach inside, and felt a warm, slippery wetness!
Just then, a couple in swimsuits walked by hand in hand. I pretended to look elsewhere, but secretly watched
them. I saw the man's gaze fall on me, landing deep inside my thighs. He flinched, seemingly in disbelief
, then looked more closely. Finally, he saw clearly, his eyes blazing with desire, and a sharp bulge appeared beneath his swimming trunks.
Even from a distance, he kept turning back. My wetness soaked the dress beneath my buttocks.
A-Ping came ashore. She saw the swimsuit in my hand, paused for a moment, and then suddenly pulled
up my skirt, exposing my naked lower body. I slapped her hand, and she quickly put it down. She stuck out her tongue: "You're not
wearing a bra?!" I said, "Don't make a sound, come back to the hotel with me."
Nothing happened on the way back to the room. I threw the swimsuit down: "Damn it, you embarrassed me!"
A-Ping laughed and said, "Sister, you're so sexy, I wonder how many men you'd kill." She pulled up my skirt again:
"Come and see, a beautiful woman with a naked bottom!" Not to be outdone, I grabbed her swim trunks with both hands and pulled them down in a flash
, exposing her hairy lower body. She was embarrassed and quickly pulled up her trunks and went into the bathroom, but
didn't close the door. She took off her clothes with her back to me.
"I want to shower too, let's go together!" I said, went in and took off my clothes as well, grabbed the showerhead, and helped her spray water
and wash her back. She didn't object and generously helped me wash as well. This was the first time I had ever showered with an adult girl.
She lifted my breasts, gently washing and massaging them, and I actually felt pleasure! I cupped her breasts in my hands,
gently kneading them and occasionally pinching her nipples. Her face flushed deeply, her eyes were slightly closed, and her body trembled slightly; I could tell
she was enjoying it. I then gently touched her genitals and noticed a slippery fluid flowing from her. Arousing
the sexual desire of an inexperienced girl was a strange pleasure. Married ladies, have you ever felt this way?
After showering, we lay naked on our respective beds. Her pleasure had clearly not subsided. I walked over naked
, placed my hands on her legs, and said, "Let me check if you're a virgin?" She didn't answer. I gently parted
her tightly closed labia majora and then gently separated her labia minora. I saw that she was no longer a virgin, but strangely
, her clitoris was large, protruding beyond her labia majora, and glistening. I gently pressed it, and she immediately
shuddered and let out a soft moan.
She said, "Big sister, let me see too?" I lay down as she asked, and she climbed on top of me, spreading my
labia majora with her hands, saying, "Sister, I'm so envious of you! Little sister, you don't have much hair, just a few thin strands, and
you're so plump, like a high-rising steamed bun. Look at me, I have so much hair, and I'm not plump at all, I'm so ugly." She
pressed my clitoris with her fingertips, and I felt a tingling sensation, my muscles contracted, and a gush of hot, lustful fluid gushed out, my genitals instantly overflowing
. She ran her fingers over it, saying, "What a slutty beauty!" Not to be outdone, I
parted her labia and gently rubbed her clitoris. Soon, a clitoral head the size of a soybean emerged, glistening. Her
vaginal muscles twitched, and the vulva slowly opened. A large drop of snot-like fluid
flowed from the opening, slowly dripping down in a transparent thread that landed on my nose. I licked it with my tongue;
it tasted salty and fishy. I said, "Oh dear, which lady sells salted fish?"
She pressed her vulva tightly against my finger. I inserted my middle finger and gently thrust in and out, drawing out
gushes of fluid. My whole hand was sticky and slippery. Her vagina sucked and released, tightened and loosened, gripping
my finger—it was so much fun! She lay on top of me, parted my labia, and gently
blew air into them, making me unbearably itchy. I arched my back desperately, trying to get closer to her mouth, but she seemed to be deliberately teasing
me, always avoiding me. My desire grew stronger and stronger, and my juices flowed out in waves.
Suddenly, she sucked hard on my clitoris, gently biting and releasing it with her teeth, then licking my
labia minora with her tongue. I moaned softly with pleasure, and she worked even harder. About ten minutes later, a tingling sensation ran through my clitoris
, a lightning-like pleasure spreading from the center outwards, and a gush of semen shot out. I finally stopped
writhing. Ping also ejaculated, rolled off me, and lay panting on the bed.
Just then, my companion knocked on the door to call us for dinner. We both finally found our clothes and put them on. Xiaoping actually just slipped on her dress
without wearing anything underneath. Luckily, the dress was made of thick, conservative material; from the outside, you could only
faintly see her nipples protruding, barely noticeable unless you looked closely. I hadn't brought anything so conservative, so I planned to wear underwear
, but Xiaoping insisted we wear the same. I said, "I didn't realize you were more open than me
!" and gave in to her. But my miniskirt was too thin; it completely exposed my
nipples. I didn't have much pubic hair, so it wasn't too noticeable, but it was too tight, revealing the outline of my buttocks. I said, "No,
look, it's too revealing." She playfully pinched my nipples through my clothes with three fingers and said, "Such beautiful
California red grapes! Why don't you put on a jacket?" I nodded, took out a sleeveless top,
tied the hem around my waist without buttoning it, just enough to cover my breasts.
We arrived at the restaurant, and Xiaoping sat next to me. The tablecloth draped down, blocking the view of the people at the next table. That little
rascal Xiaoping was wicked; she put her hand on my leg and deliberately pulled up my miniskirt, exposing my genitals
. Luckily, we were sitting in a corner against the wall, with no one behind us, or it would have been disastrous. I sat close to the table, trying not to let my
colleague next to me notice. Xiaoping kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, smiling slyly. I found it very exciting, and I started
getting aroused again.
After dinner, Xiaoping said she wanted to go for a walk on the beach. We held hands and went to the beach. Stepping on the soft sand
, I chased after Xiaoping, hitting her. She laughed and turned to run away, falling headfirst into a sand dune. I pressed myself on top of her, pulling her skirt
up so her bare buttocks were exposed to the setting sun. She quickly turned around, sat up straight, and pulled her skirt
down, but bent her legs, so her hairy vulva was facing me. Her pink, glistening slit stirred my
heart. I also bent my legs and sat opposite her, letting her admire my breasts. Our four legs formed a circle;
anyone who didn't know us would think we were having a heart-to-heart talk! Xiaoping reached out and took off my coat, and we quietly admired each other
.
I was secretly alarmed. Was I a lesbian? But I also enjoy men; my husband constantly brings me
to orgasm. Looking at Xiaoping's alluring face, was she a lesbian?
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This is the first time I've written anything like this; it's all based on my personal experiences. "Judou.com" is
a place where my husband and I enjoy adult literature. This is my pseudonym; I hope my husband doesn't know. Please use the pen name "Sister" to publish.
The next part will recall my interactions with a foreigner in Hainan—my training teacher, a 60-year-old man.
I type very slowly, so please be patient.
(II)
I never expected my sister's travel experience to be selected for the Literature Library. First of all, thank you to the Underworld Hermit for the encoding and typesetting
. Also, Brother Little Big Man pointed out that my sister's description of the swimsuit is similar to his "Let Your Girlfriend Expose Herself."
My sister looked it up and it is indeed true. But my sister really had no intention of plagiarism. My sister does
have such a swimsuit. Please forgive Brother Little Big Man. My sister admires Brother Little Big Man very much and hopes to have
the opportunity to get to know him.
My sister types very slowly. Also, I can only write about my personal experiences when my husband is not around
so that he won't know. If you are interested, please be patient.
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Unfortunately, Xiaoping suddenly received a call from the company and rushed back to the company. My "homosexuality" also came to an end
. But my exhibitionism spiraled out of control. Whenever I had the chance, I wouldn't wear a bra or underwear, enjoying
the thrill of being spied on. My principle was safety first; I would never incite anyone to commit a crime in a dangerous place, lest I bring trouble upon
myself. The guiding principle of my nudity was unintentional exposure, so as to arouse the other person's desire, while I wouldn't
allow them any physical contact—they could see but not touch.
Sometimes I would wear a low-cut t-shirt without a bra to play pool, letting my opponents peek through my collar
, while I pretended not to notice, though my genitals were constantly aroused and wet.
One evening, I went to the beach wearing a short-sleeved soccer jersey—a Dutch national team uniform
that my husband and I bought to support the Dutch team when they came to Guangzhou for a match. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, but the shorts
themselves had underwear; I just wasn't wearing a bra.
A group of five or six boys were playing beach volleyball. I asked to join, and they agreed. It turned out they
were students from Hainan University, visiting Sanya for the weekend. We split into two teams, set up the net, and started playing.
They intentionally let me win, avoiding spikes, but I actively tried to save and spike, causing my
large breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, to bounce up and down inside my shirt.
Soon, they noticed I wasn't wearing a bra, and their gazes began to intentionally or unintentionally drift towards my chest. I bent over, pretending to be serious,
waiting to receive the serve, my shirt falling down, completely exposing my breasts. I secretly glanced down at myself—good
heavens, even my nipples and udders were clearly visible.
My opponents were completely mesmerized, often forgetting to save the ball, while I pretended not to notice the exposure, even intentionally or unintentionally pulling at
my shirt to shake off the sand, making their view even more enjoyable! My genitals were wet from being spied on, covered in sand,
some of which even got into my slits. My vaginal fluid kept flowing out.
As darkness fell, I returned to the hotel and couldn't resist masturbating.
A month passed quickly, and the training was coming to an end. Before the training concluded, the head office organized a
two-day, one-night island camping trip for us.
In the morning, after a three-hour voyage, our cruise ship stopped off an unnamed island. It was an
undeveloped island, uninhabited and without fresh water, but with trees and a beautiful, gently sloping beach. The host
announced that we would camp on the island, swim, and then shower on the yacht. We could spend the night in tents on the island or back on the yacht.
The daytime would be for swimming, barbecuing, and free activities, and the evening would be for a campfire party.
Our group of over thirty people—six women and twenty-four men—quickly set up tents, put up parasols, and arranged beach
chairs. Some couldn't wait to change clothes and go into the water, while others (including the six of us women) immediately went to
collect seashells to take home as souvenirs.
Of the six women, I was the youngest; the others had all had children, and the oldest, Aunt Zhang, was over forty.
After changing into my swimsuit, I realized I had the best figure, but the others were all quite attractive, so they all wore bikinis. Xiao
Wu, with a C-section scar on her stomach, didn't look good in a bikini at all. I didn't plan to go in the water, so I put on my
one-piece swimsuit again—the one I mentioned before, the one that becomes transparent in the water—and still didn't wear a bra underneath.
Once the novelty wore off, people gradually returned to the shade of the trees. Some played mahjong, some sunbathed, and some
hung hammocks on the trees to take naps. Two of us women went to play mahjong, while the rest of us
"sunbathed" on beach chairs under a large banyan tree. I didn't dare sunbathe; my husband said, "Girls should
be fair and tanned; what's the difference between you and a man?"
Since we were further away from the men, we each had a beach chair, lay on them, and rubbed sunscreen on each other.
We were all probably married, so we were quite open, and our conversation revolved around men and husbands. Besides Aunt Zhang, Xiao Wu and Lin Lu
had both untied their swimsuit straps and lay face down on the beach. From the side, you could see part of their flattened breasts. My
breasts were quite full, and my swimsuit was sexy, so when I lay down, my breasts were squeezed out.
Aunt Zhang stared at someone who had just climbed out of the water and said, "Such a big bulge, those foreigners' stuff is really
scary!"
I looked over and realized she was talking about our training instructor, Wade. He was British,
over 60 years old, and currently worked as a financial advisor for the head office. It was said that he was an economist in a British government department before retiring. He was wearing a
pair of briefs with straps on both sides, and there was a huge bulge inside the briefs. His chest and lower abdomen were covered with dry, straw-like
hair, which probably extended all the way into the briefs.
Xiao Wu laughed and said, "Aunt Zhang, look at his age spots! Even if you stripped naked in front of him, he wouldn't be able to lift
his head!" She paused, swallowed, and said, "But he really is impressive. He must have killed
a lot of foreign girls when he was young."
Lin Lu said, "That's not necessarily true. Foreign girls have their own size. If he were to penetrate you, he would definitely kill you
. Foreign girls have a big appetite."
Xiao Wu laughed, "Then you don't have a big appetite?"
I looked at my wader and secretly compared it with my husband's. When my husband is flaccid, it's probably only half
the size. I had a strange feeling in my heart and really wanted to see how it would look when erect.
The sun was setting in the west, and a warm breeze was blowing. Many people went into the water. Aunt Zhang and the others were also going swimming. I said I didn't want to.
I went and wandered around. Actually, I needed to relieve myself, so I slowly walked towards the small hill on the east side of the island. There was a
grove of low bushes there, and I thought I'd go there.
I looked back; no one was paying attention to me. Everyone was having a great time.
When I got to the hill, the bushes were about half a person's height and half the width of a basketball court. I went around to the back of the bushes, found
a clean rock, and squatted down to relieve myself. Since I was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, I couldn't just take off
the pants. I had to untie the strap around my neck and pull the whole swimsuit down to pull down the pants. The pants were pulled up
to my knees, and the whole swimsuit was bunched up around my knees, leaving my upper body exposed to the air. My two snow-white breasts were
blown by the wind, and my nipples immediately hardened. As I pulled, I cupped my breasts in my hands, gently kneading them, watching
the veins beneath the translucent skin. I felt the blood flowing. I'm not old yet; these breasts have
n't been touched by anyone for over ten days. The day after tomorrow, they'll be round and flat under my husband's big hands, and my little sister won't
need my fingers to take care of her anymore. Thinking about my husband's penis moving warmly inside her in two days, my little sister started
drooling.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps from across the bushes. I was startled and tried to stand up and pull up my clothes,
but it was too late. If I stood up now, he would definitely see me tying my clothes. I could only hold my clothes,
wipe my bottom with toilet paper, and squat still.
The man reached the bushes and stopped. Through the gaps in the bushes, I couldn't see his face,
but I could see his lower body—hairy, wearing swim trunks with ties on both sides, containing a bulging package
. It was Wade!
He untied one of the ties, pulled his pants down to his legs, and the package was revealed!
From two testicles the size of eggs, a nearly 20cm long penis hung limply, as thick as a child's arm! The foreskin was retracted, revealing
a glans the size of half an egg, with pubic hair indeed attached. He held the package with one hand and urinated rapidly,
the long bag containing his testicles hanging down, then slowly pulled up, the testicles rising and falling with it.
After a while, he finished urinating, tied the bag back up, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he quickly walked around the bushes
towards where I was hiding! Before I could think, I bent over and turned to tie the strap around my neck. He
was already behind me, bending down to hug me, his hands covering my breasts, saying, "Oh, Jane, an oriental beauty
, I've been watching you for a long time."
I quickly pushed his hairy hands away, saying, "No, please don't!" He let go, then slipped his hands
under my swimsuit and directly covered my breasts! He started kneading them with his palms, his genitals hot
against my buttocks, his chest hair rubbing against my bare back.
He had attacked my sensitive areas, and my breasts felt aroused by his hot hands! I couldn't push
him away with my hands, and he took the opportunity to kiss my earlobe and neck. I gradually went limp. He continued his assault, his hands and mouth never stopping,
until I finally collapsed completely, sitting down on the ground. When he saw that I had stopped resisting, he picked me up and placed me
on a flat patch of sand covered with fallen leaves. I lay flat on my back on the ground, and he knelt beside me,
caressing my entire body through my clothes, kissing me from my earlobe and forehead downwards.
Perhaps it had been too long since we'd done this, for my desire was quickly ignited; my breasts under my swimsuit swelled up
, becoming much more sensitive, and my vulva began to moisten.
But he was unhurried, only caressing and kissing through the clothes. I couldn't help but squirm, and he gently
untied the straps, slowly pulling the swimsuit down, his mouth never idle, kissing downwards along where the clothes had come undone. I
felt the clothes leave my breasts, and his lips followed. Suddenly, he took my nipple into his mouth
, gently tracing the area around it and the nipple flesh with his tongue. I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" He knelt
beside me, gently squeezing my breasts with both hands, sucking on the left and then the right. Then, his tongue moved downwards, tracing my abdomen
, lingering in the depths of my navel for a moment, before slowly sliding towards my most mysterious depths.
As his clothes were pulled open, I felt his warm breath begin to invade my depths. His tongue slid across the sparsely
haired mons pubis, gently tapping at the two full gates, which were already engorged and tightly closed, but hot, lustful fluids
kept seeping out from the cracks. His tongue lightly flicked, slipping inside, gently sweeping across my erect clitoris. Instantly, my
flood gushed out, and I moaned incessantly. He made even more noises, gently sweeping and sucking, then lightly biting my clitoris with his teeth, his tongue
swirling deep inside, and even inserting a middle finger. I was instantly on the verge of climax,
pressing his head in with both hands, desperately arching my back. He worked even harder, inserting another finger.
In my fullness, my flood gushed out, and I cried out, reaching orgasm, my legs stretching straight out.
His mouth didn't stop, sucking everything into his mouth; his hands didn't stop either, slowly inserting a finger, but no longer sucking my extremely sensitive
clitoris. His tongue darted around, licking my anus where I had just finished defecating! It was a place my husband never visited, and
a mixture of filth and pleasure welled up inside me.
I said, "No, it's dirty!" But he licked it with relish. Soon, my desire reignited.
He then straddled me, his head facing my vulva, us in a 69 position, his penis rubbing against my nose
. I touched it through my pants, then pulled down the frenulum, and it rubbed against my face
, but the penis was still limp; I could barely hold it in both hands. I rubbed it with both hands, but it was
like a dead snake.
He said, "Use your mouth, baby, it can make you happy, make you feel like you're in heaven!"
I put the head of its testicles in my mouth, licking its coronal sulcus, then kissing the testicles and frenulum.
It did get hard, but unlike my husband, it didn't get longer after it got hard; it just got hard, it didn't get longer. It wasn't hard
enough; it couldn't stand at a 90-degree angle! But it should be able to go inside.
He licked me, I licked him, and my desire kept rising. His erection remained basically unchanged. My lower body felt
incredibly empty; his fingers couldn't relieve the itch. I said, "Put it in; I feel so uncomfortable."
He heard me, got up, put my swimsuit under my buttocks, spread my legs, and knelt down, rubbing the
head of his penis against my already messy vulva. After rubbing for a while, I couldn't resist anymore. I reached out and pulled it in
, feeling a fullness pushing deep inside, but it wasn't hard enough; it bent after going in a little. I used both hands...
He grasped it and slowly squeezed it into my wet vagina. Finally, it was all the way in!
My God, I never knew a woman's vagina could be so deep. Why do I feel like my husband can reach my
G-spot when he's inside me?
Wade started thrusting, moving slowly and deliberately, and his penis hardened with each thrust. I had
never experienced such a full, pleasurable sensation, even to the point of pain. But Wade was an experienced womanizer; he used that rod, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes flicking left and right, pushing me to the peak with 　　each thrust.
My moans echoed around me . 　　Wade was covered in sweat, his hands vigorously kneading my breasts. 　　After about a few hundred thrusts, he pulled out his penis, turned me over, and inserted it from behind. When he pulled out, I 　　saw that it was fully erect, veins bulging, covered in my milky white vaginal fluid, and the glans was much larger. 　　His penis plunged in from behind, sending another wave of pleasure through me. It thrust against my clitoris with each stroke. I 　　stood still, my head on the ground, Wade pressed against my buttocks, his hands kneading my breasts vigorously, 　　then freeing his to knead my clitoris. Under his relentless assault, I screamed, "I'm dying!" 　　and reached another climax, collapsing to my knees. 　　But he didn't stop, continuing his assault. Soon, I came again, even more intensely than before 　　. Finally, Wade's penis throbbed a few times inside me before stopping. I didn't feel 　　the hot, burning sensation of semen. We collapsed to the ground together. His penis quickly softened and was 　　squeezed out by my vagina. My own fluids flowed out, hot and clear, but I was too weak to clean myself. I was still softly immersed 　　in the afterglow of pleasure. 　　Wade lay beside me, holding me close, gently stroking my breasts with one hand. My 　　breasts, which had swollen to nearly a third of their original size, slowly subsided under his touch. 　　Half an hour later, I said, "You go first, it's getting dark, don't let anyone suspect anything." He kissed my breasts 　　, put on his swimming trunks, and left from behind the mountain. 　　I lay on the ground, still completely naked. This was the first time I had experienced multiple orgasms in a row. Now, even if 　　someone saw me, I didn't care; the feeling was wonderful. This 60-something-year-old foreigner with age spots all over his body 　　could still fight! Foreigners are truly remarkable. 　　Two days later, I returned to Guangzhou. Now I am a more mature young woman. 　　[The End]

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