[My Ex-Girlfriend's Park Battle] (The End) Author: jixiuf

Author: jixiuf
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The poster never expected that his first visit to Du Juan's place would be so successful in winning her over, finally
ending his single life. He was overjoyed, thinking that Du Juan's agreement to let him come to her
house probably meant she was already mentally prepared to be "eaten up" by him. After a whole afternoon of this, both of them were hungry and
decided to go downstairs to find something to eat. Just as they were going down the stairs, Du Juan took a few big steps, which aggravated the wound between her legs,
causing a slight pain in her private area. Seeing me secretly laughing, she grabbed my arm and pinched it, scolding me coquettishly,
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!" in a spoiled tone. I cried out in pain, and she finally let go, gleefully. With a soft
snort , she stomped her foot, grabbed my arm, and slowly walked towards the tree-lined path in the community.

The two of them walked hand in hand along the tree-lined path in the community. The temperature wasn't high today, and a gentle breeze lifted a lock of
Du Juan's hair that fell beside her face. Her forehead was slightly damp with sweat from her recent experience of intimacy, and her cheeks
were still flushed. Through her slightly disheveled hair, she appeared even more alluring and captivating. Her eyes sparkled
with a gentle, tender beauty, a picture of feminine grace, completely unlike her usual fierce and domineering self. Du Juan
took my arm, which was holding hers, and rested her head lightly on my shoulder. We strolled slowly forward like this.
Several pink rose bushes swayed in the breeze, carrying their fragrance. With a beautiful woman beside me, I took a deep breath,
feeling an indescribable sense of comfort. I felt that today was the greatest joy in the world. Feeling

sorry for Du Juan's difficulty walking, I casually found a small restaurant near the entrance of the complex, chose a small table by the window,
sat down in a corner, ordered two small dishes, and a large bowl of soup. When ordering, Du Juan unusually kept her head down,
as if she didn't want to be seen. I found it amusing. Smiling, I stared until she was utterly embarrassed, then playfully punched me.
I was secretly delighted. Du Juan's original shorts had been left on the floor, deemed dirty, and she hadn't worn them again when she left. Now she wore
a long blue skirt, reaching her ankles, as she sat on a mahogany chair. Seeing no one around, I suddenly felt a surge of lust.
I took off my sandals and stretched out my leg to lift Du Juan's long skirt. With my back to the wall facing the hall, and Du Juan
's long skirt providing cover, I wasn't afraid of being discovered. The poster stretched his foot to Du Juan's calf, rubbing the top of his foot against her leg
. Du Juan glared at him, but the poster grinned mischievously, continuing to rub his foot against the inside of her
thigh . After a while, he felt the skin, fresh from a shower, so tender and smooth.
A flash of memories of the afternoon in the cubicle ran through his mind, and his penis involuntarily hardened, forming a tent. The poster moved his chair under the table,
hiding his penis there. Du Juan seemed a little embarrassed, whispering, "Behave yourself, or someone will see
. I'll deal with you when we get back." She then gave a soft snort. "I'll deal with you however I want when we get back. Let me
touch it first, it's so smooth," Du Juan pouted, feigning anger, and lightly slapped his hand on the table, tacitly agreeing
.

Du Juan is usually very outgoing and has a bit of a tomboyish fierceness. When she sits, her legs are wide apart. She
rarely wears long skirts, but today, since her vagina had just been penetrated, she wore one downstairs for dinner for convenience.
Now sitting as usual with her legs wide open, it saved me a lot of trouble. So, I stretched out my right leg and placed it directly on
Du Juan's inner thigh, my thumb slightly hooked, aiming for her panties. As soon as I touched her panties, Du Juan's body jerked, and she
slightly straightened her posture. I moved my leg up and down, gently sliding it down her labia, my toes touching the chair,
then moving in the opposite direction, repeating this several times. Soon, I felt her panties were slightly damp, and Du Juan's expression changed;
clearly, the tingling sensation had returned. She leaned forward, her long hair falling diagonally beside her face, blocking the aisle,
her eyes filled with tenderness, her cheeks slightly flushed, her brows furrowed, as if she was trying to suppress arousal. Whether she was enduring pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell.
Seeing this, the poster felt a sudden pang of pity. After all, her hymen had just been broken, and she was so lenient with
him, letting him do as he pleased in public. Ignoring her pain seemed excessive. A surge of tenderness welled up
within him . He gently lowered his foot and slowly withdrew it. Du Juan, seeing his foot retreat, looked slightly surprised. The poster
leaned forward, gently stroking her hair, and, seeing no one around, lightly kissed her forehead. Du Juan looked into his eyes, seeing
the tenderness in them, and was moved. Tears welled in her eyes, and she whispered, "Husband, I love you. You can do whatever you
want , it won't hurt," her voice trembling with tears. The poster gently patted her head, laughing and scolding, "Silly girl." Du Juan's
sorrow turned to joy, and she laughed, "Don't keep hitting my head, if you break it, you'll have to support me." The poster, of course, quickly replied,
"Even if you don't break it, I'll still support you." Just then, the waiter brought the food and said, "Alright, let's
eat." The warmth of the meal at the table is best left unsaid.

About an hour later, around eight o'clock, the two stepped out of the shop. The sky was already gray
, the streetlights were on, the sun had long since set, and the earth's warmth had dissipated. A cool breeze blew, swaying the tree shadows,
dancing the flowers, flowing hair, and swaying long skirts—a feeling of pure joy. Without thinking, the two leaned against each other, one gently
embracing the other's slender waist. They walked slowly along the path, not
in a hurry to return to their little nest. One leaned against the other, her eyes glazed over, seemingly admiring the scenery, or
perhaps lost in thought; the other smiled faintly, looking down at the beauty in her arms. After walking for a while,
they saw a small park on the left side of the road, smiled knowingly, and strolled towards it. The park wasn't large, roughly square in shape,
with a small plaza in the center. Scattered around the plaza were some exercise equipment, and next to it stood a streetlamp,
thickly covered in dust, casting a dim light. Several elderly people danced under the lamp, their movements graceful and fluid. A ring of
holly . Beyond the holly bushes was an open area, with a sycamore tree standing by the roadside. Its trunk was thick,
but its branches and leaves were pruned very short, almost bare. Several stone benches were placed under the tree. Seeing no one else there, the two found
a quiet bench with its back to the sycamore tree and sat down.

Du Juan sat on my lap, nestled in my arms. Our eyes met, and we didn't speak. Du Juan slowly
closed her eyes , gently lifting her chin for a kiss. The host, with his beauty in his arms, was already intoxicated and lowered his head to kiss her softly. Du Juan let out a soft moan, her delicate
body going limp, her breath sweet as orchids
. Her red lips parted slightly, revealing a few strands of silk between her pearly teeth. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaving—a truly captivating sight. The host's tongue probed lightly, his lips sealing hers, taking a suck. Another
soft moan escaped her lips as she relaxed clinging to the host even tighter. The host pried open her pearly teeth, his tongue probing forward, but before it entered, a delicate, small tongue...
Impatience grew, and he pressed his lips against hers. Their tongues intertwined the moment they met, entwining and sucking at each other,
neither willing to yield. The man found the stolen saliva incredibly sweet. His left arm encircled Du Juan's body,
while his right hand , not idle, lifted the hem of her clothes, slid up her abdomen, and fastened her bra without bothering
to unbutton it. Du Juan's body trembled again, but her mouth continued its work. He sucked vigorously,
his hands outstretched, grasping her full breasts and gently kneading them. A suppressed moan escaped Du Juan's throat, and her body
writhed restlessly. The man intensified his movements, pinching and kneading her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. At first, her nipples were soft,
but soon became erect. He treated them both equally, sparing neither, doing the same thing. Du Juan's
face flushed red, and her body writhed even more violently, their kiss never ceasing. Du Juan moaned softly,
her cries uncontrollable, her voice suppressed and muffled. The poster, greatly aroused, felt his penis harden and began to nod
, tapping Du Juan's buttocks.

He glanced around, seeing no one nearby, and his courage grew. He reached out to lift Du Juan's long skirt,
but she one's around." Du Juan feigned
fear, but her grip loosened. Seeing this, the poster comforted her again and then touched her vulva. It was slightly damp, indicating she had been aroused
for some time. The poster teased her in a low voice, "Look, it's all wet." Du Juan protested, raising her hand to lightly slap him, but the poster
continued. He lifted her panties and touched her; it was incredibly slippery. The poster lightly traced his index finger between her labia.
He whispered, "Does it still hurt?" Du Juan pouted and said in a low voice, "A little, but it doesn't hurt as much anymore
. Be gentle." The landlord agreed. He praised her for being so wet and asked with a soft laugh, "Is it comfortable?" Du Juan buried her head in his arms and gave a soft
"Mmm," her voice gentle and alluring. She hugged the landlord tightly, her body slightly stiff. Upon hearing her gentle
words, the landlord's penis immediately hardened. He ran his index finger along her labia for a while, feeling the soft, slippery, and slightly sticky
sensation . Soon, his index finger was wet. He thought to himself, "What a lovely little pussy. I've hit the jackpot." The man gazed at Du Juan's face,
a picture of ecstasy and intoxication. Her starry eyes were half-closed, her red lips slightly parted, and she was panting softly. He felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
He scooped up some of her vaginal fluid with his index finger and searched for her clitoris. Du Juan let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly . She wrapped
her arms tightly around the man's waist, her lips moving slightly, a string of fluid clinging to them. Her eyes were glazed over, and she seemed to have lost all strength. The man felt
that if looked any longer, he might lose control, so he kissed her. Du Juan let out an "Oh," and gently lifted her chin
to kiss him. They shared a long kiss, sucking hard, neither giving way.

The man's fingers weren't idle either; he used the fluid on his hand to tease her clitoris, which was now engorged and erect,
like a red cherry. Du Juan's breathing grew heavier, and she moaned softly, her chest heaving. The sounds of "Mmm...mmm..."
reached the man's ears with each breath, sounding weak and feeble. Seeing that her clitoris was already moist, the poster, unconcerned about hurting her with too much
movement , scooped up some of the vaginal fluid with four fingers and pressed it against her clitoris
. He then rapidly swung his hand from side to side, rubbing the engorged clitoris with his fingertips. At this moment, Du Juan's buttocks were slightly raised, and she was making
continuous, almost uninterrupted moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." Her voice was suppressed and muffled,
occasionally punctuated by a sweet, cloying "Husband...mmm...husband." Her breathing was rapid. The poster's hand was already slightly numb, but seeing Du Juan's
body stiffen and her moans continue, he didn't slow down; in fact, he increased his hand speed slightly, as if each finger stroke of her clitoris was accompanied by a soft cry
from Du Juan . Seeing Du Juan thrust her buttocks forward again, she twisted her head, parted her lips, and whispered urgently
, "Husband... Ah..." "Oh..." "Faster..." "Oh..." She took a deep
breath, followed by a deep "Mmm..." and then another, repeatedly saying, "It's coming, I can't take it anymore,"
before clenching her teeth. Seeing this, the man stretched out his arm, increasing the pressure on her clitoris with his wrist,
while his hand swayed incessantly. Du Juan clenched her teeth, her lips slightly parted, and stopped moaning, seemingly trying to suppress the onslaught of pleasure;
her face flushed red. She strained her neck, tilting her head slightly upward. The man held her neck tightly, preventing her from slipping down.
Suddenly, I felt Du Juan tighten her grip, wrapping her arms around my waist, holding me
tightly She bared her teeth, her lips curling even higher, and with a soft "Oh," she inhaled deeply through her teeth. Then, her buttocks trembled, and
a gush of vaginal fluid erupted, shooting onto my underwear and then reflecting onto the back of my hand. Before the first wave subsided, two more shudders
followed , and two jets of warm, sticky fluid shot out. I felt my hands were slippery; the fluid
was dripping down my hand. I heard a long "Oh…" from Du Juan's throat, like a wild beast
unleashed , but the sound was suppressed, halting, and melodious, interspersed with gasps, as if she
were severely injured and enduring pain. Her cheek muscles tensed, her lips trembled, and after the jets of fluid, her buttocks trembled again.
Only after a long while did I see Du Juan's head tilt back, and her high, firm buttocks fall.

The poster stood there, somewhat dazed, not knowing how much time had passed, when he heard a sobbing sound. Looking down, he saw
Du Juan crying with her mouth wide open, her eyes pitiful
. Anyone unaware of the situation would think she had suffered some great injustice. The poster snapped out of his daze, pulled out his slightly numb hand, and held it up to them. It was wet,
still dripping water, with two drops landing on Du Juan's neck. He held his hand up to Du Juan, a mocking
smile , showing her her handiwork. Du Juan couldn't help but smile, her voice still trembling with tears, playfully whining. The poster
burst out laughing. His chest felt relieved, his lust subsided. His previously erect penis slowly lowered. The poster's wet hand continued
to tease Du Juan, circling it in front of her. Du Juan lightly hit his chest, whining, "My underwear is
soaked, my butt is too, I can't show myself to anyone, and you're still making fun of me," she said, her lips parting in a pout. The poster was overjoyed and
leaned down to give her a deep kiss. He
smacked his lips, feeling that to have such a beauty in his life was the ultimate blessing. After a long while, Du Juan, having cried enough, suddenly sat up, leaned close to his ear, and whispered mischievously, "Honey, you're so amazing, you touch
me so well, I love you to death," and kissed the poster's cheek. She then nestled into his arms,
moaning softly, her voice sweet and alluring. The poster's extinguished desire reignited
. His penis instantly stood erect, throbbing.

The poster gently kissed Du Juan's cheek, leaned close to her ear, and said, "You're comfortable now, but your husband is still suffering,
" pulling her hand to grasp his erect penis. Du Juan instinctively pulled her hand away, then covered her mouth and giggled,
her body trembling with shyness. The poster, feigning a roguish expression, lowered his head. Seeing this, Du Juan reached out her slender hand and grasped the landlord's penis through his pants.
With a mocking glint in his eyes, the poster wiggled his buttocks, eliciting a giggle from Du Juan. He hummed twice, feigning anger, and uttered
a harsh threat, "Don't blame me for being unkind," before sealing Du Juan's lips with his own. Du Juan let out
an but before she could utter a sound, he kissed her. With a swift movement, the poster reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties
. They were incredibly wet. Du Juan tried to scream, but her mouth was blocked. The poster continued kissing her for a while, until
Du Juan softened in his arms, wrapping her arms around his head and showering him with kisses. The poster pulled one of Du Juan's legs over his lap, making her
straddle his thighs. He then pulled down his shorts, pulled out his penis fully, and dragged it close to
Du Juan's buttocks. He grasped his penis, ran it against her labia a couple of times, and found it still incredibly wet. Finding the entrance, he didn't bother with any
foreplay and thrust in all the way. Du Juan let out a muffled groan and froze, frozen in place. The poster chuckled mischievously,
breathing into Du Juan's ear. Du Juan slightly twisted her body, then suddenly obediently leaned over, wrapping her arms around the poster's neck, and
remained still. She seemed to be waiting for the poster's next move. The poster thought, "I won't move either, let's see if your little pussy itches," and then
kissed Du Juan's delicate neck. He slightly thrust his hips, adjusting his position to allow for full penetration. Du Juan let out a soft
moan straightening her body slightly. The poster ignored everything else, focusing on kissing Du Juan's neck and earlobes, occasionally breathing into them.
He held up her panties with one hand, simultaneously holding her back to prevent her from falling, and with the other hand, he lifted her shirt,
attacking her breasts. Soon, Du Juan couldn't take it anymore, her body twisting. "Mmm...mmm..." came from her throat.
The poster's blood surged, his glans seemingly growing larger.

Du Juan also abandoned her reserve, her little hips heaving, her lips pursed. She moved faster and faster. The poster stopped teasing
her nipples and instead placed his hand on Du Juan's buttocks, helping her to move. Seeing this, Du Juan worked even harder. The poster
felt her vagina tightly gripping his penis, incredibly close. With each thrust, every angle of his penis seemed to receive
an incomparably pleasurable massage, yet there was no discomfort. He felt a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing
between his penis and her vagina, and with each thrust, a squelching sound filled the air. His glans was surrounded by soft flesh. With each thrust,
the soft flesh squeezed his glans, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through him. Du Juan seemed to be completely absorbed in it, her buttocks moving faster and faster.
The poster cooperated, letting his penis penetrate deep into her vagina, sometimes arching his back to pull it back to the entrance, then thrusting
in fully. Du Juan moaned continuously, her breasts pressing against his chest,
moaning incessantly in his ear, yet afraid to moan too loudly—as stimulating as possible.

The man held Du Juan tightly, wanting nothing more than to meld her into his body. Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation at the head of his penis, an unusual tingling and numbness. He
stopped his forceful thrusting and switched to short, powerful deep thrusts, followed by a grinding motion deep within her flower, his glans drilling, grinding, pushing, and rubbing against
the soft flesh. He could feel the murmuring of water in her flower, each thrust of his penis stirring up
waves deep within her. Du Juan wrapped her legs around the man's waist, and with each movement, she squeezed her legs together,
thrusting her buttocks forward as if there was an unsatisfying itch deep within her. Her breathing was heavy; in just one day, she seemed to
have become addicted to this sexual game, deeply attached to the man. After a while, the man felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and his glans felt even more
numb and itchy. He couldn't help but press down on Du Juan's buttocks and thrust forcefully. Du Juan also noticed the change and cooperated fully. Her breathing
was heavy and labored. Her soft moans continued. Her cries were frequent. A moment later, he felt his climax. A gush of semen shot out, and
the man thrust his penis to its deepest point, pumping repeatedly, each thrust sending a shiver of intense pleasure through his glans. Du Juan also tensed
her body, thrusting vigorously. Their eyes were glazed, and the two gradually calmed down. Their bodies remained together. Du Juan leaned
on the man's shoulder, panting heavily, until her breathing finally calmed down. Looking back at the square, she was relieved that it was noisy, while
this place was relatively quiet, and no one had noticed them. The two felt they couldn't stay any longer. They used their already soaked panties to wipe
their vulvas, cleaning themselves a little. The man didn't clean himself, shoving his penis back into his pants, and the two walked away hand in hand.

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