Xiaoxi

Xiaoxi

Author: ioribosco

Word Count: 9768
It was nearly evening. In the airport coffee shop, watching the mocha in front of me gradually cool, I
tapped the counter with the fingertips of three fingers of my left hand, the same rhythm as in the bar in S City last night. Although the music
was completely different.
The alcohol hadn't fully worn off yet. I shook my neck and looked up at the airport's large screen, trying to make out the flight
information. My fingers continued to tap the counter impatiently. The mocha in front of me seemed more like a decoration.
After all, the drinks I had at the bar last night were still tormenting my stomach and body.
"Still about ten minutes until arrival!" I muttered to myself, my thoughts drifting back to the bar last night.
That encounter felt like a dream; the girl appeared like the wind and then mysteriously disappeared, greatly increasing my
curiosity . Never before had a girl drunk directly with me like that, and her alcohol tolerance was so good, almost
on par with mine. Then came the frenzied sex, fueled by alcohol, without any reservations, absolutely 100% engaged.
But afterwards, she pulled up her pants and left, leaving me alone in the hotel.
What's worse, damn it, I couldn't remember what this girl named Yan looked like at all, only her physical
features. Flowing long hair, fair and firm skin, a slender neck, seemingly delicate shoulders, firm and
perky breasts, sensitive nipples, pink areolas; her half-exposed breasts alone were enough to drive me wild.
Her near-perfect waistline and slender navel perfectly embodied the allure of a woman's fourth orifice.
A little bit of fat on her lower abdomen and sides, accentuated by her firm and full hips, actually compensated for any
lack of fleshiness, adding to her sexy figure. Especially when my fingers touched it,
the skin around her waist trembled with sensitivity, pores contracted, and hair stood on end, greatly increasing my urge to trespass.
Not far below her navel
long, slender legs, smooth and lustrous like white jade, concealed
an .
Her calves extended the curves of her thighs, her jade-like feet sculpted without
calluses from frequent high heels, not even a trace of yellowing skin. Oh God, how much effort you put into creating such a
marvelous woman! Her nails were coated with clear nail polish, only the tips painted white, looking so exquisite
; I longed to hold them in my mouth and caress them.
I remember the instant I parted her legs, a trickle of love fluid already seeped from the base of her thighs, and I
had only just finished plunging into her delicate neck. Looking up again at her vulva, the neat, dark pubic hair
revealed her youth, and the fair, pinkish skin beneath it exuded girlish energy. Gently parting
her labia minora with my fingers, her clitoris, crystal clear like a pearl, peeked halfway out from under the foreskin, glistening with
lustrous moisture... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but click my tongue and feel a surge of desire... But, damn it, I
just couldn't remember what this girl looked like!
As I closed my eyes, reminiscing about last night's idyllic moments and indulging in fantasies, the airport announcer's monotonous voice rang out
, "Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that
flight xxx from xxx City xxx Airport to this airport will be delayed by one hour due to communication issues. The estimated arrival
time is 19:10. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused. Thank you!"
"Damn it! Delayed for an hour!" I muttered under my breath, making no attempt to hide my anger. I sat up
straight , stretched, and looked around.
Most of the passengers from the previous flight had already left the terminal, with a few scattered around smoking and waiting
for the bus . A handful of others were searching for the exit to their airport bus. The bus conductor
looked exhausted, his hand supporting his chin, staring blankly at the floor tiles in front of the ticket window. Passengers from the newly arrived flight
were already collecting their luggage, and the terminal's announcement system was continuously broadcasting the flight number. Two foreigners
leaned against their luggage carts in the bookstore, flipping through a book with a red cover. The restrooms were the busiest place; a long queue had formed outside the women's
restroom , while the men's seemed relatively empty.
Suddenly, I noticed a young woman, looking quite reserved
, lingering near the back of the women's restroom queue. She appeared to be a passenger from the previous flight. People from
the newly arrived flights continued to emerge, passing by her in a steady stream. She frowned, occasionally
leaning against the wall, gently biting the temple of her sunglasses. She was probably in a hurry to use the restroom but was stuck at the back of the queue
, making it difficult to hold it in.
She had a cute, bob haircut, wore a winter hat with embroidered pom-poms covering her ears,
and two small pom-poms hung down along with her short hair at her temples. Long strands of yarn tied around her neck dangled in front of her chest.
A red and black striped wool scarf was wrapped around her neck, quite out of place with the current southern temperature. She wore
a a turtleneck sweater. She wore a pair of wool gloves
, each adorned with a Winnie the Pooh. Her lower body was covered by a black lace-trimmed skirt and thick pure wool tights for warmth, with snow boots on her feet.
The thickness of her coat completely concealed her bust, suggesting it was rather small, while the tights fully exposed
the curves of her legs—straight, well-proportioned, neither too thick nor too thin, the kind that looked very pleasing. She was probably a girl from
the north . A small red rolling suitcase stood beside her. Overall, she was very pure and
had a good temperament; although somewhat anxious, she remained composed. A mischievous thought suddenly popped into my head: "There's
still an hour left, why not make some fun of her?"
I racked my brains trying to figure out how to approach this girl, but her sudden action made me grin
from ear to ear. Apparently, she couldn't hold it in any longer. Seeing that the flow of people leaving the airport was almost over, and
the line outside the women's restroom was nearly empty (she was at the end of the line, while there was still a long line inside), and with no one
around , she started glancing into the men's restroom. She seemed to be waiting for the last few people to come out.
A golden opportunity! I gulped down my now-cold mocha, letting my tongue linger around my teeth to cleanse
the bitterness. Then I chewed two pieces of gum. (You'll see what they do later.)
I slipped a 50 RMB note under my cup, got up, and left the coffee shop. I walked to the magazine stand, picked up a perfume magazine, and flipped through it
casually . My eyes were still glued to this girl.
Five minutes later, my sister finally put on a mask and sunglasses, pulled up the hood of her short coat to cover her head,
and pulled her suitcase into the men's restroom as if going to her execution. I put down my magazine and followed her silently.
I entered the restroom at the perfect moment, and as soon as she stepped into the stall, I used
the chewed gum I had just finished chewing to fill the slot on the lock. My sister had just finished tidying her suitcase and
was laying toilet paper on the toilet seat. Then I heard rustling sounds from inside the stall; I knew she had taken off her pantyhose and was about to
relieve herself! I pushed open the stall door and pressed my other hand directly to her mouth, which was covered by her mask. Through my brown
sunglasses, I saw terror in her eyes, but she couldn't make a sound.
I gently pried the gum out of the lock, closed and locked the door with one hand, made a shushing
gesture , and watched the steam rising from her urination, smiling mischievously. I also noticed her little Winnie the Pooh embroidered
underwear.
The girl, startled, had completely lost control of her bladder and was practically slumped on the toilet, the last drops of urine trickling
down her thighs and soaking the toilet seat tissues. I exchanged a glance with her, first putting on a stern face and making
a shushing gesture, watching her nod in terror. But how could her innocent eyes possibly ignite
my desire to violate her? Then, with a wicked grin, I unceremoniously pulled the tissues from her right hand, lifted her up
, and wiped her vulva.
While wiping, I gently massaged her swollen vulva, tossed the tissues aside, and ran my fingertip
lightly , then, in front of her, sniffed my finger, making
a look of ecstasy. The girl's face immediately turned red. Then I removed her sunglasses and mask and pressed my lips
to hers.
At first, the girl was a bit resistant, but she couldn't resist my combined efforts, one hand grabbing her breast and the other teasing her. Soon,
her jaw opened, and she began to enjoy the French kiss, so much so that
drool
down her face when their mouths parted. Then, I placed the finger that had been teasing her vulva under her nose, intending to use this insulting gesture to tease her and increase her pleasure. But to my surprise, she misunderstood and took my finger into her mouth!
This was completely unexpected, and I immediately became excited. My penis instantly heated up in my pants. When I
pulled my drool-covered index finger out of her mouth, a blush of embarrassment rose on her cheeks. At this point, I couldn't hold back.
My body seemed to have been suddenly switched on, and I immediately pulled the girl into my arms and passionately pressed my lips to hers.
Dry wood and raging fire!
After a storm of passionate kisses, her clothes were already in disarray, one bra strap had
slipped down to her arm, and her small, pink, and perky breasts were exposed. By this time, my lips were already covering her cheeks, ears, the back of her ears,
neck , and chest, so much so that you could see my saliva on her face. Her kisses were equally passionate, even
leaving a hickey on my neck. (Of course, I only noticed it afterward, that naughty slut.)
I picked her up and sat her on the toilet, placing her on my lap, savoring her nipples.
She held my head in her arms, breathing heavily, the suppressed moans in her throat like those of a little female leopard.
Soon, her small hands groped for my belt, freeing my penis, and with a surprised look
, she took it into her mouth!
While enjoying her oral sex, I kept stroking her shoulders and kneading her small breasts. One hand
teased her vulva. I hadn't expected this girl, dressed so innocently, to have such impressive oral skills. I felt my
glans hitting the very end with every thrust, the meatus being scraped by the fleshy walls like a washboard—an indescribable
pleasure.
After a while of oral sex, the girl stood up, one hand on my penis, and spread her legs to sit down
. She had barely sat down when her brow furrowed. She bit her lower lip, her buttocks slamming down
, and my penis was almost fully inside. The girl gasped, her mouth agape. I smiled slightly, thinking, "
This is just the beginning!" I held her hips and pressed down, inserting the entire length. It was incredibly pleasurable! Her vagina
was tight, but it felt surprisingly deep, because even though my penis couldn't go any further, I couldn't feel her clitoris.
I held her and we moved up and down on my lap.
The girl bit her lower lip, rubbing her small breasts, trying to suppress her moans, but those suppressed
groans only fueled my desire to conquer her. I didn't hold back and increased the intensity of my thrusts. Gradually, I felt I had
reached the very end. It wasn't that I hadn't reached her clitoris, but rather that it had been opened up, and with her vaginal opening tightening, I
couldn't help but feel a surge of joy: "A pearl in a jade clam!" Ah! I'd stumbled upon a gem! After a few dozen thrusts, I felt the girl on my
lap becoming increasingly limp, her upper body swaying back and forth against me.
I held her waist firmly, completely controlling her movements. This continued for over ten minutes until her throat finally opened.
"Mmm...mmm...faster...faster...it's coming!"
I hadn't uttered a sound throughout. Hearing this, I only increased my speed. Suddenly, I felt her
stop breathing heavily and start gasping for air, her body stiffening. Then I felt her vaginal fluid spurt
out. Just as my penis was withdrawing and re-entering, her fluid hit my glans—
a warm, wet stream, incredibly pleasurable. I also released my own fluids in a torrent.
Even more miraculously, the girl, who had initially relaxed, stiffened again as if injected with adrenaline
, her head held high, allowing me to kiss her sweaty neck. Her tense body
remained erect for a long time before finally collapsing weakly onto me.
A sudden wave of guilt washed over me. For the first time ever, I tenderly stroked her short hair, straightened
her hat, and after a short rest, I got up from the toilet, picked up the girl whose pantyhose were still pulled down to her calves, and placed her on
the toilet seat. I gently patted her cheek, "Get dressed, you'll catch a cold!"
The girl blushed and responded.
That was the only thing I said to her at that moment.
With a dazed look in her eyes, she pulled a pen from the side of her suitcase, fumbled around to the cuff of my shirt,
and wrote a row of numbers and the character "茜" (Qian), not forgetting to draw a little face sticking out her tongue. Then she leaned lazily
against the toilet tank, completely forgetting that she was half-naked in the men's restroom.
I usually mind people marking my clothes, and in the past, I would have
thrown this shirt away in a fit of anger. But for some reason, I looked at the writing, then gently rolled up
the cuff and tucked it inside my suit jacket sleeve.
Just then, the airport announcement said the flight I was supposed to pick up had arrived. I straightened my clothes, went out to check, washed my hands,
and then kept watch for the girl.
She came out still wearing a mask and sunglasses, completely covered up, so I couldn't see her expression. But
the entire way out of the airport, she didn't look back in my direction.
Watching her back as she left, I hurried to the arrivals exit. A-Jian was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, carrying a
sports bag. He didn't look like he'd just gotten off a plane for business; he looked like he'd just returned from a beach vacation.
A-Jian is my childhood friend. The young man is handsome and youthful, about 1.89 meters tall, with a broad chest and
six-pack abs—a real powerhouse. This time, his company needed him in S City for business negotiations. It was basically just a meeting,
a chat, a meal, and a quick, happy signing of the contract. This jerk has a habit of never letting his clients
pick him up, even though his business has absolutely nothing to do with me, but he always makes me pick him up. It was
already late, and A-Jian said we shouldn't eat and should just go to the hotel. I said no problem, and we agreed that he would come out the next day after he finished his work
to make up for the missed get-together.
The next day, A-Jian was busy with his work, while I huddled behind my computer at my desk,
doing nothing .
The company didn't really require much of my attention; I just went there every day to check financial news, stock futures, and so on.
Occasionally, I was needed to sign some papers, and the investment company really didn't have much to do.
Time flew by, and the day passed in the blink of an eye. After dinner, I took A-Jian to the bar we'd been to before,
secretly hoping to run into the girl from that day. A-Jian was a total social butterfly at the bar; he grabbed a bottle of wine from
the bar and went to the women's
table
to fool around. He quickly hooked up with several girls, then booked a booth for himself and waved me over. But I didn't like this kind of "hunting" approach. I raised my glass to him, indicating that he was having fun, and sat at the bar, observing the men and women coming and going, my left hand still impatiently
tapping the bar.
Drinking alone like this makes it easy to get drunk. Although I was only taking sips, I quickly felt my vision blurring.
A moment later, two girls appeared from the other side of the bar, one tall and slender, the other petite. The
petite girl looked familiar; she seemed to have seen me too, and her body even twitched slightly involuntarily. But at that moment, I
couldn't remember her as the girl from the airport.
The taller girl saw me, smiled, whispered a few words to her companion, and then walked
towards . Judging from her figure and alluring manner, I knew it was Yan. Unfortunately, at that moment, I still could
n't seem to focus on her face; everything was blurry, only her body was particularly striking.
"Drinking alone?"
"Do you see anyone still paying attention to me?" I didn't even raise an eyebrow, my eyes turning to the ice cubes in my glass,
tinged .
Yan seemed a little surprised and gave a slightly annoyed snort. But she quickly composed herself.
"Aren't you going to buy me a drink? We just met two days ago, and you're already pretending not to know me?"
"Yan?" I raised my dazed eyes, pretending to be drunk and not recognizing her, and tugged at my already loose tie
.
Yan lifted my chin with her index finger, while her other hand grabbed my belt buckle. "Handsome, our
passion last time is still fresh in my memory. I needed a whole day to recover before I could walk properly. How can you
forget so quickly? No one to keep you company today? Come with me?"
"To your place?" I said, leaning closer to Yan. Yan frowned slightly, but didn't want to push me away
, so she asked the bartender for a bottle of wine, looked around the bar, went to tell her female companion, and then
quickly came back, taking my tie like a beast of burden. She led me to A-Jian's booth.
I resisted weakly, but actually let her lead me to the booth, where I sat next to Qian.
By this time, I had recognized Qian, but Yan didn't know about my relationship with A-Jian. I gave A-Jian a wink
, then extended my hand in a friendly manner and introduced myself. A-Jian cooperated.
Next, we played Liar's Dice, drinking games, and rock-paper-scissors. It wasn't very exciting; I wasn't interested in these lively
games, so I just played casually. A-Jian and the other girls were having a great time, and Yan was one of them.
Qian, on the other hand, was in a corner next to me, seemingly not very interested in the drinking games.
I couldn't help but stare at her. In the bar's lighting, I couldn't see if she was shy, but she seemed
nonchalant as she turned her face away. I got a little annoyed and joined A-Jian's group to play the game of "shooting the dragon gate.
" Before long, everyone was quite drunk. Since I was brought by Yan, the other
girls didn't actively flirt with me because I wasn't being proactive. A-Jian, however, groped all the girls around him.
Yan also tentatively touched me, and seeing that I didn't object, he went all out and groped me to his heart's content.
I was getting impatient and said it was getting late, let's go. Yan then leaned close to me. The other
girls looked at me with disgust, but said nothing. A-Jian was in high spirits, so I said, "You should bring one too, let's go to
XX (hotel name), bring whoever you like!
" A-Jian looked serious and pointed at Qian, saying, "Girl, come with me!"
I was a little taken aback but didn't think much of it, and chimed in, "Girl, let's go, this guy doesn't seem like a bad person."
Qian stood up, her face clearly showing anger, her lips tightly pressed together, as if she was trying to swallow
back the words she was about to say. But she quickly composed herself, went over and took A-Jian's arm.
A-Jian smiled obsequiously, giving tips to the girls he was with, saying "next time, next time," clearly enjoying the feeling of being fawned over by a group of
girls . I suddenly felt a little nauseous. I practically dragged Yan out of the booth.
The XX Hotel was nearby. I handed my car keys to the bartender and asked him to drive it to the underground parking garage so I could pick it up
tomorrow . He was probably the only one in this bar who didn't drink; even when DJ got really into it, he'd have a
drink made by him.
Once inside the hotel, I immediately pinned Yan down, half-tearing her naked,
spat and then roughly entered her. Yan stared at me with wide, terrified eyes. I, like a wild horse,
ravaged her mercilessly. Soon, her fear turned to pleasure. She wrapped her legs around my waist, even actively
cooperating with the thrusts of my penis, and cried out wildly, "Ah...ah...so good! Come and fuck me to death...
harder...let's see if you fill me up tonight or I drain you dry!"
I kneaded her breasts forcefully, pinched her nipples, tickled her armpits, and licked her neck and behind her ears
. Her fingers gripped my back tightly. I was almost numb from the alcohol, but I estimated the force of her fingernails...
The marks were so deep they seemed to bleed. I turned her over, pinning her hands behind her back with one hand and gripping the back of her neck
with the other, thrusting my hips forcefully. Sweat streamed down my forehead, dripping from my eyebrows and eyelashes onto her smooth back, mingling with her
sweat to create a lewd sheen.
This only excited Yan more. She mumbled incoherently, "Fuck me, you stallion, fuck me with your
cock , ah... ah... so good... coming, coming!" Amidst her incoherent swearing,
we both reached our climax!
Yan collapsed, exhausted, buried in the mattress, panting heavily. I pulled out a cigarette, walked to the full-length mirror, and looked at my naked
reflection , my penis still throbbing. Ah Jian should have finished his first time by now. Thinking of
Qian, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
The room was quiet. Ah Jian and I had a habit of never closing the windows in hotel rooms, so I could almost clearly
hear the sounds coming from Ah Jian's room.
But the sounds were off. Maybe it was the sadness that was affecting my hearing, but I heard what sounded like a girl
sobbing. Then I heard Ah Jian cursing: "You bitch, you're out here pretending to
be innocent. I could tolerate your innocent act when we were drinking, but you don't need to pretend here. If you want money, I'll give it to you. Don't be like a dead
pig with no reaction at all. Come here and give me a blowjob! Did you hear me? You're a whore trying to act virtuous
! What are you crying about? You're so pathetic. My brother's already had his turn, and I haven't even had a sip of water yet!"
I don't know where the anger came from, but I suddenly flung open the door and, naked, tried to kick Ah Jian's door. Maybe
my legs were still weak from what I'd just done, because the door wouldn't open even when I tried. Ah Yan had already sobered up and hurriedly wrapped herself in a towel and rushed out to drag
me back inside. I heard Ah Jian open the door, and I stood there naked and stiff. Ah Jian
opened the door with a grin and said, "It's nothing, it's just that this bitch is showing off, she's even come to the hotel with me and she's
still acting like a brat!"
Without saying a word, I punched Ah Jian in the face. Ah Yan was stunned at the door,
not even noticing her towel had fallen to the ground. I, still naked, pulled Qian up and went back to my room, grabbed some clothes, wrapped myself in
a towel, asked the front desk to open another room, and took Qian inside. I locked the door. Ah Yan was still standing at the door, but she had
wrapped herself in a towel again.
Ah Jian sat on the floor, staring at my unlit cigarette.
I said to Qian, "Go take a shower!"
There were still tear stains on my face, but I could still catch a fleeting happy smile.
I took out another cigarette and went to the balcony, just taking a puff. Qian, with a towel wrapped around her head, poked her head out of the bathroom and
called out, "Brother, aren't you going to shower with me?"
Why not? My anger dissipated instantly.
While taking a shower, Qian and I were very well-behaved. Qian seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness from earlier, playfully splashing in the water,
washing my whole body, rubbing, kneading, applying shower gel, washing my penis, and even giving it a light kiss, saying, "
You have to be good to your sister later!" I couldn't help but chuckle. Qian finished washing first, skipping and jumping, naked and without a towel, running
out of the shower. When I came out after drying myself, Qian was already hiding
under the covers, her face flushed. I dried myself with a towel, lifted the covers, and lay down next to Qian. The little girl shyly took my hand and placed it
on her small chest, then her own little hands trembled as she gently stroked my chest muscles. I rolled over and pinned her
beneath me, running my hands through her hair, holding her head, and covering her lips with mine. Her little tongue
actually broke through my teeth and brushed against the roots of my teeth. I took the opportunity to suck on her tongue gently, her
little hands roaming over my broad back, her body constantly twisting and turning. Seeing that I wouldn't release her tongue for a long time, she clenched her
fist and pounded on my back. Until I released her tongue.
"I can't breathe! How could you be so naughty!"
I smiled, a warm smile.
I gently took a sip of water and let my tongue wander over her body: behind her ears, neck, collarbone, shoulders, armpits, areolas,
nipples, base of breasts, lower abdomen, navel… Xiaoxi's breathing became increasingly heavy, and she kept softly
moaning, "Ah…ah…so good…so itchy…no…don't…ah…so good…"
As my tongue continued downwards, I suddenly lifted the blanket. Under the light, Xiaoxi's fair skin was dazzlingly white, and
beneath the sparse pubic hair was her plump vulva, like a small steamed bun. The cleft in the middle was pink and moist, her love juice already
flowing her thighs, her tender anus contracting nervously.
"What a little beauty!" I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
My tongue traveled downwards, traversing her secret garden, sliding from her thigh to her knee, gently
swirling in the back of her knee, then moving to her calf. By this time, Xiaoxi was already trembling. I continued downwards, sweeping to her
ankle, her jade-like feet, gently sucking on each toe, my hand supporting her foot, my fingers lightly scraping
the sole.
Xiaoxi finally couldn't hold back any longer and began to cry out: "Ah...ah...so tingly...no,
brother numb, so numb! Brother, you're so good at this...I can't...can't take it anymore...oh...it's coming...
ah...ah!"
As Xiaoxi cried out, her vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva, soaking a
large patch . Just sucking on her toes, ankles, and backs of her knees was enough to bring this little slut to orgasm; I hadn't even tasted her honey pot yet
.
Gradually recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm, Xiaoxi saw me quietly watching her, shyly taking a
pillow to cover her face. After a long while, seeing no movement from me, she removed the pillow. She got up and hugged me. "Brother, it's my turn to
serve you!"
"No, let's do 69!"
"Okay!"
When Xiaoxi covered my face with her pink vulva, my penis started to tremble with excitement. I felt like
it was about to swell and bleed. The ligaments of the coronal sulcus were so tight, and I felt the skin of my entire penis was stretched
taut . An unprecedented feeling of swelling gave me unparalleled confidence. When Xiaoxi took my penis into her mouth
, I couldn't help but moan with pleasure.
"Oh..."
Xiaoxi used her left hand to form a ring and hold the base of my penis, while her other hand gently stroked the back half, and
her mouth held the glans. When her right hand reached the bottom, she gave me a deep throat, and then used the
folds of her palate to scrape the urethral opening. When she was about to spit it out, she tightened her mouth and used her lips to scrape my penis tightly, making me feel incredibly
comfortable and inwardly exhilarated. Her right hand, which was manipulating my scrotum, would occasionally knead it and gently tease my testicles.
Then she would lightly scratch the inside of my thigh with her fingernail, giving me goosebumps.
How could I show weakness? I first kneaded Xiaoxi's firm little buttocks with both hands, my tongue lightly sweeping across her vulva
, then quickly teasing the outside of her clitoris. Xiaoxi was already moaning "woo woo woo" at my penis.
Then I used both hands to spread her labia majora, revealing the bottom of her vulva. Her engorged clitoris and clitoral hood
were bright red, contrasting sharply with the pinkish-red of her labia majora.
I first lightly swept my tongue across her labia majora, then pressed my entire tongue against the cleft and licked back and forth,
savoring the taste of her nectar. Next, I raised my tongue and teased Xiaoxi's almost non-existent labia minora, the
stimulation causing Xiaoxi's legs to twitch irregularly again. After a period of stimulation, I used my fingers to pull back
the foreskin of her clitoris and began to tease it with the tip of my
tongue
. The sensitive clitoris continued to swell and become engorged with blood. At this moment, I didn't let go of this little pearl, allowing it to slowly retract under its foreskin, because Xiaoxi was almost numb from the stimulation. I rolled my tongue into a tube and aimed it at Xiaoxi
's tender anus. Xiaoxi cried out loudly as my penis throbbed, her teeth scraping against my coronal sulcus. I winced in pain
as the tip of my tongue completely penetrated her anus.
Xiaoqian hurriedly spat out my penis, apologized, and asked how I was. I smiled and said, "
Xiaoqian , licking your anus, does it feel good?"
"No, it's dirty!"
"I asked if it felt good. How could Xiaoqian's body be dirty?"
"Mmm...mmm...it feels good...but, maybe not..."
Ha, how could I let her go? I intensified my attack on her anus, while my stubble-covered
chin , scraped against her closed vulva. Xiaoqian no longer had the willpower to continue sucking me, opening her mouth
wide and panting, "Oh...oh..." Watching this pure and quiet girl moan like that with a Western flair
filled a sense of accomplishment.
After this round of attacks on Xiaoqian, she kept twisting her body, whimpering and wanting me to penetrate her
. At this moment, I felt my penis was bigger than ever before, so I put it on Xiaoqian and aimed.
The little girl looked at my penis aimed at her vulva, her eyes tightly closed in fear, her eyelashes fluttering, showing
how nervous she was.
"Xiaoqian, are you scared? I'm coming in!"
"Mmm!" Xiaoqian responded firmly.
Thanks to the oral sex and the vaginal fluid from her previous orgasm, her opening was quite slippery, and I easily inserted the head of my penis. Then I slowly pushed it in
further . Seeing Xiaoqian's brows furrowing more and more, I gritted my teeth and thrust my hips forward, pushing it all
the way in. Xiaoqian couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"
Grabbing Xiaoqian's breast with one hand and supporting herself with the other, Xiaoqian's hands gripped my arm tightly. I
thrust firmly and slowly, and after a few dozen strokes, Xiaoqian's "mmm-mmm-mmm" grew louder and louder, turning into loud "Ah
...ah..." cries. I couldn't help but speed up my thrusting!
"Brother, yours is so big...so long...so amazing...I can't take it anymore...it's so swollen..."
"Xiaoqian, you're so tight inside too, your vagina is so tight, it feels so good!" "
Brother, it feels so good...oh...brother, it feels so good...I'm so...so happy...faster...faster...let's
do it together...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore! Brother, you're too...amazing...I can't take it anymore
, I'm going to fly...fly...brother...let's do it together...okay!"
Looking at Xiaoqian's excited expression and her incoherent moans, my pleasure grew stronger and stronger. Suddenly,
a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, and I could clearly feel the increased wetness of the thrusting. The hot, sticky fluid dripped onto my glans
, it felt so good!
"Ah...Xiaoqian...your vaginal fluid...it feels so good...I'm going to come too...ah...ah
!" In this way, amidst my shouts and Xiaoqian's panting, I reached the most pleasurable orgasm of my life so far
. In the afterglow of the orgasm, Xiaoqian completely collapsed into the bed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, as I stepped out of my hotel room, I saw A-Jian and Yan coming out together, flirting without any restraint
. A-Jian had
dark
circles under his eyes, but when he saw Xiao-Qian and me being affectionate, he just smiled nonchalantly. He was wearing a golf cap I'd asked the waiter to bring him, since there was a golf course behind the hotel and they had all the equipment. The large brim covered his eyes, enough for him to buy a pair of sunglasses. That's what
good brothers are like; misunderstandings don't need explanations, they understand each other perfectly.
As for Yan, I realized I was only infatuated with her body; she herself wasn't my destiny. And
A-Jian, this playboy who only worried about his genitals, was perhaps her best bed partner right now.
"Shall we go shopping?" A-Jian spoke first. I knew he wanted to buy sunglasses first.
"We'll go too!" Xiao-Qian cheered like a newly-learned antelope. I couldn't help but gently pinch her
nose . "Go home and clean the house!"
"Why should I? Housekeeping pays too!" Xiao-Qian protested.
"That shirt you signed is worth two months' salary for a Filipino maid!"
"Ha, you're still bringing that up!" Xiaoxi's face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment.
"Hey, if you're going to be jealous, go home and be jealous. We don't want to waste electricity here!" Yan and A-Jian exchanged
a knowing smile.
I smiled helplessly, watching them leave. Xiaoxi was still making faces at their retreating figures. "Tch,
aren't we just third wheels around you guys too?"
I put an arm around Xiaoxi, looking at her mischievous expression, and whispered in her ear, "Come on
, let's go home. The battery is fully charged now, how can we not use some when we get back?"
[The End]

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