Romantic Encounters in Drift Bottles

When I first started working, I was incredibly bored. The only thing I did was chat on QQ on my phone. Because of graduation, my girlfriend and I had parted ways, and I spent my days joking around with a bunch of old friends, making me feel restless from morning till night. My physical needs became a major problem in my life. Back then, I added many strangers online every day, hoping to stumble upon one or two sexually frustrated women for mutual comfort.
However, as many of you can probably relate to, meeting women online is like trying to catch fish in a tree—the odds are practically zero. Perhaps perseverance pays off; one night at midnight, the message-in-a-bottle list updated, and I eagerly opened the webpage and retrieved a bottle. I was numb from the effort, completely without hope; disappointment had driven me to despair. I was just thinking, "Well, once I've retrieved it, I can finally relax and go to sleep," but things took an unexpected turn.
I've retrieved countless bottles from people looking for lonely women, but that day I was incredibly lucky. I opened the bottle and saw a sentence written on it: "Whoever finds this bottle is my man." I sat up abruptly. I looked at it again—damn, it really was looking for a man. I thought about it and figured it might be bait from an adult website; after all, I'd encountered too many video girls on QQ, all just fishing for attention. I pondered for a moment, unsure what to reply, so I wrote four words: "I found it," and threw it back.
Actually, I'd thrown the bottle away a few days earlier. After using up the rest of my fishing net, I even checked the news comments on a 3G portal for a while. It was already 1 PM, and I still hadn't received a reply. I didn't think much of it and went to sleep. The next day at lunchtime, I was eating noodles with two colleagues in the company cafeteria when I habitually took out my phone and logged into my email. There it was—a very straightforward reply: "You're also from [city name], right? How can I contact you?" There was also a playful smiley face at the end.
I quickly sent her my phone number and QQ number. I was overjoyed to receive her reply right after finishing my noodles: "I've got it." Later that evening, while showering, my dorm colleague said my phone rang. Looking at it, it was an unfamiliar number. I answered, and a strong female voice rang in my ears: "Hello!" Her voice was incredibly magnetic, full of a strange power, and as far as I knew, women with magnetic voices often had particularly strong sexual desires. Having not eaten meat for almost a month, my penis immediately became erect.
She was lively and cheerful, the kind of person who could chat quite a bit, and because she was older than me, she teased me like a cat playing with a mouse. She introduced herself as "Meiru," which I knew was a pseudonym. And then she talked about her figure. The shower was gushing, and I didn't hear clearly, but I remembered her saying her bust size was 36D. 36D, wow, what magnificent breasts she must have had! The hot water made me feel burning hot all over, like a powder keg about to explode. Because we were in the dorm, I didn't dare say anything, just kept saying "uh-huh." I had no choice but to finally say, "Let's chat on QQ, I'm not available right now." Then I hurriedly finished showering.
We finally got to know each other on QQ: she lived in the southeast corner of our city, was thirty years old, married, and her family seemed to be in the building materials business; her husband was often away on business trips, and so on. To be honest, I was still quite suspicious. Could something so wonderful really happen to me? Was it a trap? A case of catching her in bed with someone else, blackmail, or a honey trap? All sorts of terrifying thoughts raced through my mind. Then she asked about me—my age, height, weight, and penis size, etc. I gave her perfunctory answers, and then she asked me to send her a photo. I picked one that looked okay and sent it to her. She didn't reply for five or six minutes. Damn, I was immediately deflated. Am I really that unpopular?
Just as I was feeling down, she sent me a picture. I received it in a daze, double-clicked to open it, and immediately my nose started bleeding. It was clearly a woman's picture, and a very beautiful one at that. Her curvaceous figure was simply stunning, especially her breasts, which were white, tender, and round, like two snowballs. As I was wondering what was going on, she sent a shy emoji, saying that it was just taken. A surge of heat rushed to my head. Damn, a freshly baked feast of female beauty! I wanted to press my face against the computer screen to admire it. She was a voluptuous woman, probably around 1.67 meters tall by my rough estimate. Her face was slightly broad, uh, like a Mongolian woman. Her breasts were large, and her waist wasn't muscular, nor was it the so-called "willow waist," but her taut skin was incredibly smooth. Her hands covered her face, revealing nothing, but her thighs were fully exposed—long, full, and sensual, with a fleshy quality that made you want to hug and kiss them.
I spammed a bunch of exclamation marks and then sincerely praised her; she truly was a woman full of energy. Men are all driven by their lower instincts; when their blood is pumping, they completely forget everything else. I arranged a time with her—the weekend—and a place: People's Square in the city. That night, as I went to sleep, my mind was filled with images of her voluptuous body and ample breasts. You can't imagine; it was like taking a baby who'd been half-starved for a month or so to eat braised pork knuckle on the weekend—the thrill was indescribable.
But then, disaster struck. The next morning, I had a wet dream! Damn, I'm over twenty! How embarrassing! Then came the agonizing wait: Wednesday, Thursday, Friday—damn it, finally the weekend! I'm going to eat braised pork knuckle! I deliberately went to bed early on Friday night and slept in late on Saturday, intentionally conserving my energy. At 3 PM on Saturday, I arrived at People's Square on time and sat in a milk tea shop in a corner of the square, my eyes frequently glancing into the square through the glass window.
About twenty minutes later, a Volkswagen Beetle pulled up in front of the shop. The door opened, and a woman wearing sunglasses, a white low-cut jacket, a black skirt, and two black-clad figures stepped out. For some reason, our eyes met, and we instantly felt a connection. She went straight in and sat opposite me, casually asking how long I'd been there, as if meeting an old friend. But I felt a distinct pressure!
I'm just an ordinary office worker, while her attire suggested wealth; the difference in our social classes immediately made me feel oppressed. Then there was the perfume she exuded—I couldn't quite describe it, a faint scent that made you strain your nose to smell it, like poppies, incredibly alluring. Looking down, I saw her exposed, white breasts, dazzlingly white. Damn, I felt so embarrassed, like a complete virgin. She hadn't even touched her newly ordered milk tea, and casually said, "Let's get down to business."
I don't know how I got into her car, nor can I remember what we talked about. She drove me around the city for a bit, then turned into the most luxurious residential area in our city, full of detached villas. She drove straight into the garage, and I stumbled out, completely bewildered. On a side note, if this was a trap, I was now completely trapped, with no way to escape.
But she was even more eager than I was; before the engine was off and the door was even closed, she shoved me against the wall. Her face was plastered with a wanton smile, and her warm, fiery body pressed against me without warning. She reached for my crotch, saying sweetly, "Feeling pent up?"
While sitting in the carriage, I was already captivated by her allure. Although not fully erect, I was in a semi-erect state, and the tight fabric of her body helped me maintain my composure. Now, pressed against by her hot body, with her hands covering my private parts, the heat from her soft palms made my erection swell like it was being microwaved! She frowned, clearly feeling the change in her hands. She knelt before me, her two delicate white hands carefully caressing my crotch, meticulously sensing its size and hardness. Raising her perfectly sculpted face, a slight smile playing on her lips, she blinked her large, almond-shaped eyes at me and said, "Oh dear, looks like I've hit the jackpot, hehe..."
I instantly cast aside all my fear, grabbed her fair neck, and with a sharp "Ah..." I pressed her full, bright face between my legs. Her jade-like cheek pressed against my erect penis through two layers of fabric, and I thrust my hips, rubbing against her smooth, delicate skin. She hugged my legs, murmuring, "Don't, don't move..." I thought she was disgusted, but to my surprise, she grinned and opened her cherry-red lips, sticking out her delicate tongue to lick the bulge in my crotch. Her tongue was incredibly nimble, darting up and down, left and right, like a playful snake dancing on a hill. Her saliva soaked through my trousers, making my crotch wet and hot.
Her starry eyes were half-closed, deliberately making "mmm" sounds, her magnetic voice like a mother animal in heat, a heavenly melody reaching my ears. I opened my mouth wide in pleasure, my whole body heating up. Leaning against the cool garage wall, I enjoyed her passionate service, my breathing gradually becoming as deep and resonant as the sound of a car engine.
My gaze lowered; her two white, full breasts bounced inside her wide-collared coat, dazzlingly white, a narrow, deep cleavage that seemed bottomless, making me want to crawl inside and explore. Her snow-white flesh trembled, exuding an intoxicating aroma, making my Adam's apple bob and my mouth water.
"Mmm... I want to eat... I... I want to eat..." she murmured, her hips swaying, her bright, spring-like eyes blinking, panting softly.
The blood in my head surged like red wine, my brain went numb like an oak barrel, and I frantically tried to unbuckle my belt, but the more I rushed, the worse it got, tightening the belt even more. I hurriedly fumbled for the zipper.
She giggled and jumped aside, leaning against the car door, arms crossed, laughing uncontrollably.
"Look at you, like a rapist, hehehe..."
I was stunned, subconsciously glancing at my disheveled clothes, my face burning with embarrassment. "You blush too? Still a baby, hee hee..." She leaned closer, reaching out to stroke my face, laughing, "Be good, I'll let you rape me however you want later, hehe..." She turned
off the engine and led me through the garage door into the villa.
The villa's luxury was unlike anything I'd ever seen; the bright lights made everything appear exceptionally opulent. She pointed upstairs, "Sweetie, the master bedroom has a bathroom, take a shower first, I'll go change and come right back." I was overwhelmed by the villa's splendor and obsequiously agreed.
The master bedroom was even more exquisite than the main hall on the first floor, but I had no time to appreciate it. I quickly grabbed the towel given to me and rushed into the bathroom. When I came out after a pleasant hot shower, my eyes widened in surprise.
A woman, wearing a loose-fitting sleeveless, moon-white floral silk dress, reclined in the center of the large bed. The scarlet sheets contrasted sharply with her exposed, snow-white, slender figure, almost giving me a nosebleed.
"Why did it take you so long to come out?" Her slender fingers twirled her wet hair, her resentful tone and eyes capable of killing.
She had also just finished showering; her skin glistened like dewdrops, and her face, free of makeup, was as pure as a lotus emerging from water. Her firm breasts reminded me of the legendary water nymphs with full hips and slender waists. She was truly a stunningly beautiful woman!
"Can't wait any longer?" The words I usually used to tease girls slipped out, like tearing off a layer of pretense. I was going all out. After saying it, I felt a wave of relief: Hmph, I don't care who you are, how rich you are, you're still a woman. In
a little while, won't I be pinning you down and fucking you hard?! "Mmm!" She was not angry but happy, giggling and looking at me with eyes full of lust, beckoning me with the charming and coquettish manner of a little woman: "Good girl, come on, come on..."
Tell me, if any man in the world is not impotent, who can resist this, let alone someone as celibate as me?
"My braised pork knuckle..." My mind was racing, my Adam's apple bobbing up and down, my blood was surging, and the world seemed to cease to exist. There was no sound around me, only a fleshy body and a white, tender hand waving like a flag. I tossed my clothes into the sofa chair beside me, untied the towel around my waist, and strode towards the bed with my erect
, menacing body, like a warrior charging into battle. She crawled over on all fours, her wide-open eyes radiating greedy desire, like a beautiful snake eyeing its prey. She opened her arms and hugged my strong thighs, her hands roaming over my buttocks, her burning cheeks rubbing against my perfectly sculpted abs.
"You're uncomfortable, aren't you?"
I didn't answer, my hands caressing her translucent, white ears, gently scratching her temples—generally, a woman's erogenous zone.
Sure enough, her bright cheeks flushed, and I felt her fingers almost digging into me.
She pulled away from my teasing, cupping my nipples in her hands, her eyes fixed on them, now swollen and purple, like a purple jade flute, the bulging veins resembling intricate patterns.
"Your thing is so beautiful, hee hee..." she exclaimed sincerely, extending her index finger to slowly trace the shaft; her fingertip was cool like an ice cube.
"You're pretty too..." I echoed her sentiment from the bottom of my heart.
"Want me to blow it for you?" She cupped my strong, straight member in both hands, her tongue lolling out like a tongue-twisting tongue. Though her tone was questioning, it left me no room for argument.
"If you can make it sound, then blow it..." I said, trying to sound as slutty as I would when hiring a prostitute. It was clear she liked men like that.
Before the clear, melodious laughter, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, had even faded, my large, smooth member, as big as a peeled egg, was completely enveloped in a warm, tight, and gentle trap. Her
bright red lips gripped my swollen, purple member, swallowing and spitting out, the glans rubbing back and forth against the walls of my mouth. Her fragrant tongue roamed freely, in and out, entwining around my shaft, her sticky saliva acting as a lubricant, making me glisten all over. Like licking the most delicious ice cream, her ecstatic expression astonished me, while simultaneously filling me with boundless pride. Isn't there anything more exhilarating than a woman's infatuation? Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, her dignified and charming face filled with an expression of ecstasy, indescribable. Her two soft, jade-like hands kneaded my nipples, her slender fingers combing through my messy hair, then suddenly reached between my legs and behind me, spreading my legs and invading my anus without warning. In the past, the prostitute would always recommend a move called "Electric Dragon Drill," which I found disgusting, not only for myself but also for the prostitute, so I never tried it. Now, being treated like this by her, I trembled all over, unsure whether it was from nervousness or excitement. Fortunately, she was only massaging the areas around me, yet the stimulation was incredibly pleasurable. Her sucking and nibbling made my penis swell even more, turning a deep purplish-black, until my little mouth seemed about to split open. Her teeth grazed my penis, the slight pain like a tiny electric current spreading throughout my body. She shook her head wildly, her hair flying like willow branches in the wind, whimpering and emitting sounds that were neither crying nor sobbing. My penis felt like it was being inserted into a warm cloud, swaying left and right like a drunken madman, waves of pleasure making me feel lightheaded and on the verge of death. She was more skilled and beautiful than any other woman I had ever met! Ah, such a wealthy and beautiful woman, now acting like a prostitute, wholeheartedly performing oral sex on me—what more could one ask for in life?! The interplay of mental pleasure and physical ecstasy made me grit my teeth, arch my back as far as I could, almost giving in to the pleasure...
With a "pop," a sound escaped from her bright red lips, and she knelt wearily before me, cupping her delicately painted face in her hands, pitifully complaining, "Oh dear, really, your breath hurts my lips..."
"Hehe..." I barely managed to keep my composure and didn't say anything more. I just quietly took out a cigarette case from my pocket, lit one, and sat on the edge of the bed, smoking quietly. She nestled against my shoulder, her soft breasts pressing against my spine. Her arms wrapped around my waist, her small hands gripping my hand, and she whispered in my ear, "I didn't expect you to be so strong. The things you put in my mouth never last more than three minutes, hehe..." Although her hands were smooth, they were nothing compared to her alluring mouth. I could still endure it.
I exhaled smoke rings and asked, "How many things have you blew on?"
"Hehe, who knows?" She snatched the cigarette from me, sucking on it with her pursed red lips.
"What position do you like?" I asked.
"Doggy style, deeper penetration," she said casually, as casually as if she were talking about her favorite dish.
"Hmm, shall I lick it for you?" To be honest, I wanted to suckle her breasts more. After all, 36D breasts were a rare treasure to me; I'd never tasted such plump breasts before.
"You don't think I'm dirty?"
"If you don't think I'm dirty, why would I think you are?"
"Hehe, husband, my pussy is all wet..." Lying on her back in the center of the scarlet and gold-trimmed sheets, she spread her pink legs and seduced me with seductive words, even blurting out "husband" and "pussy.
" "Let me taste how slutty my darling's pussy is..." I leered as I knelt between the woman's legs, holding her two crystal-clear jade feet. Her ten toes, with their purple nail polish, were as exquisite as perfect works of art.
"Honey, eat whatever you like, don't be shy..."
I played with her beautiful feet, my two devilish hands tracing her gracefully curved legs all the way to the soft, sensitive inner thighs, while my head simultaneously buried itself under her skirt. A scent mixed with perfume and a faint fishy smell wafted into my nostrils. I panted heavily, lying on her secret spot, inhaling her intimate fragrance, my heart fluttering.
The light pierced through the thin, moon-white silk skirt, revealing her dark, thick pubic hair glistening with droplets, which, against the white, fragrant triangle, resembled a tangled thicket of wild grass, some even plunging into her tender pink vulva. Her large, plump breasts, a pale brownish-red, resembled two orange segments. Her everted vulva, however, was as alluring as a peach blossom in March, the dewdrops making the petals even more delicate.
My hands caressed the inside of her thighs, smooth and slippery as if coated with oil. When I parted her labia, her body writhed, and she let out a soft moan before submitting to my every whim.
Like a dog in summer, I opened my mouth wide, breathing heavily and rapidly, my hot breath spraying onto her thighs and her glistening vulva.
"Husband… hurry… hurry and taste my pussy…" she cried, pressing my head down with both hands. Before I knew it, my mouth was pressed against her vulva, her overflowing juices soaking my mouth and cheeks, sticky and slippery.
I sucked on her vulva, like a kiss, my saliva mingling with it. I extended my tongue to tease her clitoris, and she instantly shuddered, her thighs clamping tightly around my neck. My tongue gently parted her pink petals; the liquid on the surface was like nectar, crystal clear and viscous, its sweet taste assaulting every taste bud until my tongue was numb. She let out waves of pleasure, her legs began to move slowly or quickly, and her waist trembled. Encouraged, I used my tongue to pierce the dense petals, gently probing her honeyed depths. My tongue was stiff, like it had developed a callus, rubbing against her mouth with hesitant movements. I pressed my face as close to her thighs as possible, extending my tongue fully and inserting it even deeper, then swirling it around in my mouth like I was stirring my own. I gulped down the gushing nectar, its unique flavor more intoxicating than wine.
With a flick of my tongue, I took her plump, baby-fingered hand into my mouth.
"Ah…" a gasp escaped her lips as her body twisted violently, almost snapping my neck.
Her flesh was smooth and slippery, like a peeled grape; I held it firmly with my lips, my tongue deftly teasing and caressing it.
"You...bad guy..." Her voice was distorted, her movements growing more intense, her burning body swaying like a white fish in the waves, even hunching over and pressing her breasts against my head.
I licked and sucked, my hands reaching out to grasp her two firm breasts, my palms rubbing her already erect nipples, hard as peanuts, my thumbs pressing at the base of her breasts.
The woman's hands roamed freely over my back, her head resting on my shoulder like a bean sprout, her hot breath tickling my ears.
My mouth lingered, grinding against her pubic mound, kissing her flat, taut, and incredibly smooth belly, burying my face in her sweaty cleavage. I lost myself in licking the sweet, creamy scent of her cleavage, the intoxicating aroma numbing every nerve in my body. I pulled her left breast to my cheek, and with a swift bite, I seized her bright red nipple, sucking hard to fill my mouth with her soft flesh. Mmm, it was more delicious than the finest cream! My saliva soaked her nipple, spreading across her entire breast.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, her entire body pressed beneath me, my hard erection poking and probing between her thighs, rubbing against her soft, cotton-like skin.
"Brother…do you like…sucking my milk?" she asked, her arms tucked under her nightgown, groping for my breast, gently stroking it, even scratching her urethra with her fingernails. A tingling, numbing sensation shot through me, and I throbbed twice.
"Mmm…I like…big, plump breasts…" My mouth was full of smooth, delicious milk, my voice muffled, I couldn't even hear myself clearly.
My left hand, fingers spread wide like a sieve, couldn't fully grasp one of her breasts; soft, white flesh spilled out between my fingers. My fingernails dug into her breasts, and I frantically rubbed her nipples, her breasts changing shape in my hands. The woman only let out soft moans and groans, her body throbbing even more violently. I climbed upwards, kissing her neck, my massive member lightly touching her vulva. Her flowing juices had already soaked her pale silk dress and even the scarlet sheets.
"Down...down...I want to eat my husband's stick..." The woman clung to my waist, trying to move my body while simultaneously shifting downwards to perfectly align my member with her itchy, unbearable vagina.
At this moment, our two naked bodies were pressed together within the wide, moon-white silk dress, like two rutting beasts trapped in a sack, our desires burning fiercely, reducing all restraint and reason to dust, leaving no other thoughts...
I responded to the woman's passion, my head struggling to squeeze out of her neckline, my burning, copper-like member hastily pressing against her opening.
"Mmm..." the woman moaned softly, already forced open by my roughness. My
large, egg-shaped member was tightly gripped by her narrow opening, almost unable to penetrate any further. The neckline of my nightgown constricted painfully, like being hanged. The agonizing struggle from above and below made my face flush red and my neck bulge.
"It hurts..." the woman cried out. I couldn't tell if she meant the pain in her neck or her lower body.
"Ah?!" I growled, grabbing the woman's ample waist and hips, pushing with all my might to force my way out, and thrusting with all my might to open her secret cave.
"Hiss..." A piercing sound rang out as I forcefully ripped the neckline of the woman's nightgown, the tear running down to my back. Like butterflies emerging from their cocoons, our two intertwined bodies were exposed to the brilliant light.
The woman's arms were wrapped around my neck. I wanted to kiss her lips, but then I remembered she had just played my flute, so I turned and licked her almost transparent earlobe instead.
I steadied myself, my body jerking abruptly, like a train struggling through a congested tunnel, barely managing to move forward a fraction, yet still a third of me remained outside. Tears glistened in her half-closed eyes, I couldn't tell if from pleasure or pain.
I hadn't expected a thirty-year-old to be so tight. I'd often heard that wealthy women liked to do yoga and take various vaginal tightening drugs—was it really true?
She was in pain, but so was I. Her vagina gripped me tightly, pressure from all sides, threatening to burst me! Better a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one; I couldn't be gentle anymore. I wrapped my arms around her from below, lifting her body, thrusting my hips forward with all my might, using her weight to forcefully part the layers of flesh inside, finally penetrating her completely.
Her beautiful chin rested on my shoulder, her cherry-like lips hissing as she gasped for breath, a twisted smile spreading across her pretty face: "Yours... is really big..."
I chuckled, holding her tightly, her breasts pressed flat against my chest. I moved her to the center of the bed, grasping her full, white breasts with both hands, slowly thrusting my hips, letting her tightly adapt to my size, and letting my own adapt to her tightness. As I moved, my glans touched a soft tuft at the end of her vagina, sending a tingling, electric shock through my entire shaft, my abdominal muscles almost spasming. "Mmm..." The woman's lips pursed into an "O," her body trembling as if caught in a cold wind. I was overjoyed, knowing I had hit the G-spot! A series of rapid, gentle contractions, her vaginal walls secreting a continuous stream of nectar, lubricating our tightly joined genitals.
"You...you're killing me...it's too much..." she said, a mix of reproach and delight.
I kneaded the woman's beautiful breasts, thrusting my hips in three shallow strokes followed by one deep one. The glans scraped against the folds of flesh inside, as pleasurable as being sucked by countless greedy little mouths. My penis was turned inside out and then tucked back in, like a jade pestle pounding a bunch of flower petals. Every four or five strokes, I would touch the clitoris, each time making my waist go weak, and the lubrication inside grew stronger, making my thrusts smoother and smoother.
"Ah...ah ah..." she couldn't help but let out a heart-stirring moan, seemingly forgetting the pain, her waist swaying like a willow in the wind, her plump buttocks responding to the rhythm of my thrusts. My hips slapped against the woman's soft flesh, making a "slap slap slap" sound, as if someone was watching our lovemaking, applauding the most exciting parts.
After all, with a voluptuous woman sitting in my lap, even though I was young and strong, after a hundred or so strokes, I began to feel my strength waning. The woman tactfully placed her hands on my shoulders, signaling me to rest, while she swayed her hips from side to side, teasing me. Her two large, round breasts swayed, revealing a patch of white flesh that dazzled my eyes. I cupped her right breast, slurping down a small portion; it was fragrant, smooth, and creamy. My hands moved back and forth along her cleavage, ribs, and back, stimulating her desire.
The woman stood still, squatting between my legs, her large, white breasts bobbing up and down, swallowing and releasing my erect penis completely. Suddenly, I was immersed in her warm, muddy passage, then exposed to the cool air; the contrast of hot and cold made my body tense like a bowstring. Her large, sweeping movements allowed me to touch her clitoris more deeply, which, under my thrusts, seemed to peek and flinch, and because of the gentle flow of her fluids, it bloomed even more profusely. Her head rose and fell, her black hair flying up and down, brushing against my cheeks like a spring breeze.
"Ah...ah...la..." The woman moaned and cried out in a lewd voice, her words incoherent, "...I love you so much...I love you so much...brother...husband..."
The woman's breasts trembled like milk jelly, my mouth holding her engorged nipple like a love bean, my teeth leaving two clear rows of teeth marks around her nipple, like two crescent moons...
The woman's round breasts rose and fell dozens of times, the frequency gradually slowing down, her full body finally going
limp like a puddle of snow. I had regained some energy, and laid down her sweaty body, adopting the missionary position. Even when lying flat, her breasts were still full, like two freshly steamed buns, I covered one with each hand, my hips thrusting in and out, like a siege engine ramming against her entrance. Her cunt was making a "plop plop" sound as I churned it, her juices flowing down her white vulva, a sight that seemed utterly obscene.
"Faster...fuck me faster..." The woman's body writhed like a beautiful snake, her depths pulsating like a breath.
My chest was flushed red, my chest cavity burning like the cylinder of a steam engine, my consciousness blurred by the scorching heat of lust, my limbs moving mechanically. I was gradually on the verge of collapse, yet I knew that the moment of collapse would also be the moment of my rebirth...
"Faster...I want...I want you...fuck my cunt raw..." the woman screamed hysterically, saliva dripping from her mouth, her left hand sucking on it, her right hand reaching straight to our point of union, kneading the swollen opening with abandon.
"...Slut...Fuck you...Fuck you...Ahhh..." I cursed excitedly, my hips moving even faster, galloping wildly through her enchanting depths like a runaway horse.
"I'm going to...Bad...Bad..." The woman's hoarse scream was as piercing as the sound of a bamboo tube splitting open, her long, slender legs suddenly clamping shut, her body twisting and turning like a fish on a chopping board.
I felt the intense contractions in her flower passage, the flesh of her vaginal walls sucking until it was airtight. I used all my strength to thrust my large glans into the deepest part of her body once more, touching that soft, warm flesh again. Her body instantly convulsed like an epileptic seizure, her pretty face contorted beyond recognition.
"Ah..." The woman's flower core was pushed all the way to the bottom by my glans, like a cherry being squeezed open, gushing out a thick, sticky juice. She cried out, and came.
I was already at my limit, and when she poured her nectar on me, it was like a drunkard suddenly taking a sip of sweet and sour wine; a tingling sensation spread throughout my body.
"Pfft...pfft...pfft..." I ejaculated three thick, powerful streams, filling her secret cave.
"Mmm..." The woman writhed again, her flower bud throbbing twice from my spray, and a stream of clear fluid gushed out, mingling with mine...
"You're so good...I...I'm almost dead from your fucking...hehehe..." she whispered in my ear.
"Hehe, you're really horny, your moans are making my bones melt..."
"I only moan because I like you fucking me..." Her flushed face was exceptionally charming.
"Hehe, then I'll fuck you until you scream every day..." I teased her, stroking her face, testing the waters for future opportunities. After all, the woman before me brought me immense pleasure.
"Hehehe..." She chuckled, then fell silent.
"What?"
"I love being fucked by you, I really want you to fuck me forever..." she said softly, "But, my rule is, men are always disposable."
"Hmm..." A slight sense of loss washed over me. Such a perfect woman, and I could only fuck her once in my entire life. Sigh!
My thoughts were in turmoil. I quietly embraced her for a moment, then glanced at the clock; it was already 7:30 PM.
After showering, she accompanied me to a nearby restaurant for dinner, without any intention of letting me stay overnight.
I got up to leave, and she suddenly said casually, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."
The car pulled up in front of my dormitory building, and she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, smiling, "Thank you!" "Thank you
too!" I politely waved goodbye, watching her car drive away until it disappeared into the night.
I returned to my dorm, turned on my computer, and continued searching for messages in bottles, hoping for my next romantic encounter…

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