[That year you asked me, "Is my breast tight?"] (01-03) Author: realSTFU

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That year you asked me: "Is my B tight?"

(1)

I really forgot the exact time... Maybe I have selective amnesia?

Damn! The story is supposed to be very shameful, but how come I can't remember the date...!

I only remember that she wasn't wearing a bra that day. In the humid summer of Guangzhou, her breasts and milky white t-shirt were pressed
together. Every step she took made her nipples deliberately pull the entire t-shirt. Her tight 7-point pants wrapped her slender
legs as she walked back and forth to help me carry my luggage. Her fair little feet rubbed against her sandals... I could almost see
the sweat seeping from her toes. Her flower core must have been salty and wet too, right?

The look I gave her at that time could probably scare even the square dancing aunties to death.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder... I've been dry for a whole year, I need the nourishment of lustful fluids! I'm so thirsty,
so hungry.

I desperately wanted to strip her naked at the airport, lick the fragrant sweat from her breasts, caress her little feet,
part a good, thorough look at my long-lost vulva, then press my lips against it, letting
my tongue reach deep inside until I suffocated. I wanted to ejaculate all the primal energy from my heels to my brain into that flower core.

"Husband, ah, husband, ahhhhh, right here, right here..." My fantasies were so intense I was
hallucinating.

80% of my blood was flowing to my lower body, but I still sat there with her, eyes red and face blank, in a taxi. Sweating
profusely, panting, and with a tent in my pants, I sat next to her. The driver, being very considerate, played Beyond's "I
Like You" at full volume the whole way—perfect for the occasion!

"XXX Hotel, please hurry, sir!"

"No rush, little brother." The experienced driver replied.

But the devil didn't listen to the old driver's advice. My wrist felt like it was tied with a thread, stroking her back and
sliding down to her waist...and below.

(2)

I'm not a well-behaved person, you could say I'm a crazy person, and so are you.

On Christmas Day, I was driving under the influence at 220 km/h and was stopped by a police car with colorful lights. I even
French kissed my uncle in front of him, haha; when there was a traffic jam, you were bored and gave me a blowjob in the car and even said hello to the guy in the next car, haha;

we went to my best friend's birthday party and ended up having a blast on the lawn, hahaha; I went to a nightclub and even
brought back a golden lion king for a 3P, and he almost fucked me too, hahahaha...

the vows by the sea, the kisses under the mountain (I once said to the sea, "xxx, I want to
be ." *3, and then I was sued for disturbing the peace...really) those are not stories).

You and I met in a nightclub, right? A spark ignited a prairie fire in an instant.

Love is madness, passion is frenzy, and sex is primal and unrestrained.

Unfortunately, I met the wrong person; you were deported, and I've become a sleepless night. Perhaps drunkenness is the best
escape . You don't know, and I don't want you to know!

After you left, I tried so many things, living like a rockstar. Drugs,
alcohol, and girls became necessities; black, white, slick—I've tried them all, except for ladyboys, I've
had my fill of everything. But none of them made me feel like you, so intimately connected, leaving a lingering fragrance.

Was it love or technique? I don't know, but I don't think it matters, because I just didn't feel anything.

Even though I've been through countless trials, I'm still not a saint; how could I remain calm when I see you again?

The experienced driver took us to the hotel; the room was on the 6th floor, and I didn't even take the elevator…
a sign of boundless energy?

You came to the door, panting, and I watched your chest rise and fall, your breasts almost spilling out. You're
a F-cup, and the sweaty F-cup, accompanied by the scent of Chanel "Chance," beckoned to me.

I grabbed you and immediately pulled your V-neck up to your waist, accompanied by the crisp sound of fibers snapping.

You let out an "Ahhh!" and then my key card fell to the ground, really fell... and at the same time, my penis
got hard.

The door was slammed open, and I pulled you down to the floor, feeling the moisture
and warmth of your mouth. I greedily sucked on the beautiful fluid of your second vagina, it was like spicy hot pot...?

Never mind, pleasure is paramount, spicy hot pot can be intoxicating too.

The door was closed with your foot, and I crawled to the bed with my penis.

I like Guangzhou, the girls don't wear much, so even through the black stockings and panty liner, my legs were still
wet from you. I'm not an animal, so I asked, "Isn't now a bit inappropriate?"

I actually asked, okay!

"Don't stop" was the only answer, okay!

Through her clothes, through her black stockings, I pressed my tongue hard against her clitoris, trying to penetrate the
domestic .

After 3 minutes, my mouth was dry, and she started panting heavily, saying, "I want it, I want it."

Heh, are you kidding?

I went with the flow, gently parting her hair with my fingers and launching an attack on her earlobe and the center of her ear, slowly touching it in
circles , my sticky, wet saliva teasing her heart.

The clothes were ruined anyway, damn it! I retreated to her waist, and the battle began, a direct assault on her breasts.

But hers were really too big, I could only play with them one by one, nipples and areolas, areolas and nipples, the ultimate battle between taste buds and
breasts began. Cleavage, lower abdomen, shoulder blades, navel, I'll make you fall for me...

Your lower body is rubbing hard against my thighs, I don't care if it's sweat, secretions or anything, I
just feel the throbbing in my lower body dominating my heart.

I rip open your lace panties to reveal your neatly trimmed pubic hair, and there's even honey dripping from your vaginal opening. This is
definitely not something that can be solved by hand, so I slowly pull your hand to my head and cup my face...

(3)

You grab my hair without any politeness and press my head against your vulva, without caring whether I will
call 110 for help.

Have you ever had the desire to die for a woman? I did, and it was purely for sex
.

In fact, if she had used more force or lasted longer, I would have suffocated to death, but even if I were to die, I
would not give up everything in front of me.

The pink labia are slightly open and sway rhythmically with her panting, and the vaginal opening is glistening with liquid.
A stream of fluid flowed out, the uniquely sweet scent of a woman flooding my nostrils and into my spine; my tongue
roamed between your clitoris and labia, occasionally nibbling gently, making your delicate body tremble; you
slowly pulled your top up above your breasts, beginning to knead your breasts in rhythm with my tongue.

I pulled you up and pushed you onto the bed, your face flushed, your lower body naked, my saliva still staining your fair skin
, your top pushed up to your shoulders, making my eyes burn.

I took off my top and lay on top of you, our eyes meeting for a moment before you quickly turned your head away
and pursed your lips. I hadn't forgotten your signature "sayys" gesture.

Kissing your breasts, teasing your nipples, I fumbled to pull down my shorts.

The phone rang, it was you. You jumped up with a start, looked at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button. It seemed
to be a colleague calling, asking where I was, where I was having lunch, and what the afternoon meeting was about.

"I'm out, I'll be at the company soon. I won't be going out tonight, I have some things to take care of."

"Oh, didn't I just tell you? I've been a bit busy these past few days. Let's talk when we meet, I'll
explain slowly."

She hung up, and I pounced on her and pushed her down again.

"I want to take a shower, I just touched an electrical cord," she said.

My mind was filled with lust, and I fiercely pulled at my facial nerves to express my displeasure.

"Didn't you take the day off? Why are you still getting bombarded with work calls?" I asked.

"Sigh, how can a returned student understand the hardships of us who go into business!" you replied.

Damn it, you've only been back in China for a little over a year, your company is basically a public bathhouse… a piece of
wool yarn. From the bottom of my heart, I felt disgusted, and I suddenly started to despise her boss.

Sigh, whatever, she must have had a tough time all this time, I'm too self-centered, I don't understand her suffering at all.

"Your family is coming to Guangzhou too, right? When are they arriving?" I asked.

"You were too rough just now, you licked me so hard it hurt! I was worried I was peeling!" you replied.

"Oh, sorry, I was in such a rush!" I replied.

Holy crap! Staying abroad for so long, these polite phrases have become second nature,
don't you think before you speak them? Am I apologizing for the Australian wool? You clearly seemed to enjoy it.

Saying my penis hurt you is a compliment, but saying my tongue hurt you is a joke. I don't live in
the Badaling Wildlife Park, okay…

Time and place really can change a person imperceptibly, as long as that door isn't closed,
why worry about how impressive your basic skills are when you're trying to achieve your small goals?

I took off my clothes and opened the bathroom door. Through the steamy glass door, I could still vaguely see
her pert buttocks and full breasts.

"Hey… it's been a long time since we showered together!!" I said.

It's often said that women are reserved, but women are human too, and their primal needs are difficult to manage with morality and education.

First of all, were these morals and traditions even established by women? It's hard to imagine
the . The most pointless thing is letting sex, this most primal monster, have a moral discussion with the society it created
. Reality has forcibly shackled the initial survival of the fittest with unspoken rules, put them in a pig cage, then pushed them into the deep sea, and still
have a "No Entry" sign posted.

[To be continued]

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