Awei Gan Zhang Xin

Looking at the man before me, I felt a little dazed, as if I had somehow followed him from the park all the way to this enclosed world. His name was Awei, a boy from Fujian.

I sat on the chair, suddenly at a loss for words. He seemed a little uneasy as well, but pretended to be calm and patted the bed he was sitting on: "Are you afraid of me? Why are you sitting so far away from me?"

"No, I just haven't gotten used to this change yet." He walked towards me, pulled me up to sit on the edge of the bed covered with some kind of strap, and casually took my hand in his... "Your hands are so white and soft. Let me touch them a little longer, okay?" He stroked my hand, playing with it as if examining some kind of object, and even smelled it under his nose. "So fragrant, I want to devour you in one bite." He gently bit the back of my hand, "Mmm~" For some reason, I couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm.

" "Zhang Xin, don't deliberately tease me, or I'll commit a crime against you!" He seemed unusually sensitive to sound; I felt him squeeze my hand tightly!

"I didn't..." Before I could finish, his face loomed large in front of me, his lips seemingly magnetic, pressing against mine. In that instant, I felt my lips drawn to his. He gently rubbed against me, like the collision of jelly, soft and bouncy. He closed his eyes, while I seemed to be a hundred beats slower, staring wide-eyed as this Fujian boy kissed my lips.

He extended his tongue, filling my lips with his flavor... He pulled me down onto the bed, and he probed my mouth with his tongue, exploring until he found it. His tongue coiled around mine like a small snake, and all I could hear was the sound of our lips rubbing together and our tongues swirling, exchanging saliva.

"Zhang Xin, I've wanted you ever since you sent me that novel," he mumbled, his tongue still lingering on my skin. His hand slowly slipped under the corner of my clothes, trying to reach the two soft mounds encased in my bra, but the bra seemed to be blocking his way. He reached over and unhooked my bra from behind. I should have said no, but I wanted him to keep going. His hand felt like it was electrifying. He touched one of my soft breasts, gently stroking it, and casually kneading that tiny protrusion. I couldn't help but get up, my hands flailing about, as if I had nowhere to go. He grabbed one of my hands and held it in his own, while his other hand kneaded my already soft breasts until they were even softer. His lips left mine and began exploring from one ear, leaving his scent on my face. Like a beast that had been caged for a long time, he suddenly pressed me down. He pulled up my clothes, and in the process, pulled my bra up over my head, leaving me with nothing to cover my body. "You're so white," he said, kissing my breasts. He grabbed the other breast with one hand, caressing and kneading it until it kept changing shape and then returning to its original state. I don't know when my voice got louder, and I pulled my hand away from his, touching his head. Being incredibly sensitive, I hoped he wouldn't stop, and he seemed particularly fascinated by my breasts. He kissed and licked my two erect nipples with his tongue, filling the room with a wanton atmosphere. All I could hear were the sounds of him kissing my breasts and my own voice. I grabbed his head, and he looked up, quickly removing all his clothes. Just as I finished speaking, he paused and said, "I brought some." I suddenly felt like a pervert, seducing him into committing a crime. He unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them off along with my underwear, and tossed them aside. I wanted to run away, it felt wrong, but I didn't want to. He took a plastic bag from his pocket and waved it in front of me. "There are several here. I want to share with you." While he put it on the bedside table, I slipped under the covers. "Are you cold?" He watched me slip under the covers and asked, "Aren't you cold..." I couldn't very well tell him I was shy, after all, he was a man. "I want to be under the same blanket as you too," he said like a child, then slipped in, his body quickly pressing against mine, his lips pressing against mine again with a domineering touch. "You feel so good to touch," he said, his hands roaming over my body. One arm pulled me close, making us feel as if we were glued together. His penis, I don't know when, had grown into a large one, throbbing gently against my thigh. He didn't seem to notice the changes in his own body, intently feeling my body with his lips. Inadvertently, my hand touched his penis. He reacted as if he'd been electrocuted, grabbing my hand and stroking it. His penis seemed to grow a little bigger in my hand, its continuous throbbing as if telling me he couldn't wait any longer.

His hand slowly moved to the dark mound between my legs, gently exploring it. I didn't know when it had become a wet expanse, his hand leaving a trail of moisture. "You said you wanted it!" He put his hand back between my legs, found my clitoris, and began to tease it. "I..." The intense stimulation made my body feel like a thirsty fish waiting for his cry for help. I wanted it. His hand finally left that place that no woman could rationally think about. He put me on the bed, picked up the blanket he had put aside, and put it on his penis. "Are you ready?" I felt like he was a fool. Our naked bodies were so close, how could I say whether I was ready or not? It was as if he was saying the same thing to himself. He pulled back the blanket, tossed it aside, and I was exposed naked before him. He touched his penis, seemingly satisfied, then spread my legs and gently explored it up and down. "Gently!" I said, and then suddenly entered my body. I arched my back, not quite used to it yet—it felt so good. He stopped at the deepest point, savoring the sensation. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," he said, and began to thrust gently, one hand gripping my breast. "(It's so hot here, I want to stay here.)" I didn't know how to respond, only feeling his elephant throbbing inside me, and I accepting his entry. The sounds of water and thrusting filled the room. If someone were to walk by at that moment, they would definitely follow me, say a few words, and then exclaim, "Holy crap, Xin, is it good!" He stopped, thrusting the elephant inside me, rapidly. I couldn't handle the stimulation; my moans grew louder, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. He seemed to understand something and sprang to a halt. I felt an indescribable pleasure welling up inside me. I came, but he continued thrusting rapidly. I squeezed him tightly, trying to meld him into my body. The intense pleasure made me feel like I wasn't myself. He kept going, unwilling to stop. I tried to push him away, but the intense stimulation was unbearable, and his rapid thrusting was unbearable. He didn't want to stop, nor could he. He became faster, harder, and wetter. I even wondered if he was as wet and throbbing as I was. Was it comfortable? He stopped, thrusting the elephant inside me, rapidly. I couldn't handle the stimulation; my moans grew louder, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. He seemed to understand something, quickening his pace. I felt an indescribable pleasure welling up inside me. I came. He continued thrusting rapidly. I gripped him tightly, trying to meld him into my body. The intense pleasure made me feel like I wasn't myself. He kept going, unwilling to stop. I tried to push him away forcefully; the intense stimulation was unbearable, his rapid thrusting unbearable. But he didn't want to stop, nor could he. He became faster, harder, and wetter. I even wondered if he was wet like me. Just when I couldn't take it anymore, he began to moan deeply. I let him do as he pleased, and I climaxed again. He stopped for a long, long time, then got off me and held me in his arms. I realized then that the broad shoulders weren't mine, but his.

[The End]

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