Book a room with my girlfriend

She led me into the room that had been prepared.Occasionally glancing over her shoulder while staring at her free hands, a faint, timid smile played on her lips. Was this the "Qianqian" with whom I spent
every day online, whispering sweet nothings and sharing everything? I never dreamed
I'd actually meet her, especially since she was so beautiful and captivating in real life. Now, she sat right in front of me,
within reach ... Looking at her shy, delicate face, I couldn't help but recall our
tender and passionate exchanges online. Gradually, my face began to flush, and my breathing and heartbeat quickened. My gaze
no longer lingered on her features; it began to
pan down her slightly flushed face like a camera lens, as if photographing a priceless work of art: from her willow-leaf eyebrows to her shimmering eyes,
from her delicate nose to her crimson lips, then to her snow-white neck, finally settling on her full breasts. Her ample
bosom clad tightly in a striped sweater, rose and fell with her breath, revealing beautiful, alluring lines.
I gazed at her tightly protected breasts, imagining the feeling of holding them in my hands. A sense of intoxication washed
over me , and I felt my gaze begin to grow greedy, my body slowly straining against her black trousers
…

She wore navy blue jeans, the very tight kind, which hugged her long, shapely legs, making them appear round and
sexy. My burning gaze started from her ankles, sliding up the narrow crevice between her legs, the stream
flowing only towards the triangular area at the end of the valley, where my eyes lingered.
Her legs were straight, the slight mound at the base of her thighs as alluringly elastic as her legs themselves, as if it might burst through the thin fabric
at any moment . Her hips were neither too big nor too small, round and full—my
favorite type. I thought to myself, a woman with such firm and fleshy hips must also be
tight down there, making sex incredibly exciting… If I held her waist and made her arch her adorable, full hips before penetrating her from
behind … it would be an experience that would reach my very bones! I love it!

After my brief sexual fantasy ended, I suppressed my rapid breathing and looked up at her. I found that she was also secretly
observing me, shy yet playful. When our eyes met, she blushed and lowered her head,
acting like a naive young woman. I racked my brains for a while, and could only find one extremely ordinary word to describe her
at that moment made
me feel somewhat inferior, but also made me feel a little sorry for the teachers who had worked so hard to nurture me since childhood
.

Thinking about this, I felt a certain part of my pants bulging uncomfortably. So I stood up
and sat down next to her in one step. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked with a smile, my right arm naturally around
her. "You haven't said anything either," she replied, turning her head and smiling brightly. Then she slowly lowered her head
and started playing with her fingers. I stopped talking and squeezed her shoulder hard with my right hand. She couldn't help but groan softly
.

"Does it hurt?"

"Why are you squeezing so hard..."

"You're chubby, I like it," I smiled and winked at her.

"You're so annoying!"

Looking at her coquettish expression, I couldn't resist anymore and gently kissed her cheek. She blushed,
looked me with an impulsive expression, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything. I didn't want to let this opportunity pass,
so I wrapped my left arm around her waist, and with a little force from my right hand, she was pressed down and lay horizontally on the bed. I leaned down and gently kissed
her lips. She trembled all over, and two seconds later she began to respond to my attack with her lips parted.

"Baby, am I dreaming?" I asked, her lips still on mine.

"Why don't you pinch yourself and you'll know..." she giggled.

"I just like pinching you," I said, and gently pinched her cheek.

"You dare? Watch out!" she blurted out in a Hunan accent, soft yet with a hint of spiciness. She
pinched my chest, then wrapped her arms around my neck and returned my kiss. Our lips intertwined, chased, and pressed
together. Soon, her soft, warm tongue explored my lips. I glanced at her furtively; her eyes were already
glazed , her face flushed. "Starting to take the initiative," I thought smugly, and began to suckle her tongue without restraint. My left hand slowly
slipped from behind her back, trying to reach under her armpit and gently touch her right breast. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying my
kiss, seemingly unaware of my little actions. I began to slowly caress her breasts, a wonderful sensation
traveling through her sweater to my hands and then spreading throughout my body. Her breasts weren't too big, but they weren't small either,
full and firm. I observed her reaction; she still kept her eyes closed, but her arms around me tightened, her soft
tongue dancing like a sprite in my mouth, teasing me. With permission granted, the other hand, which had been pinned beneath her,
finally reached the highest point of her chest. My tongue was still dancing the tango passionately, while my hands roamed freely over her
breasts . She breathed softly, one breath lingering before she let out another, as if trying to suppress
something. I was determined to make her more proactive, so I played with her
breasts, hidden beneath her soft clothing, more carefully, caressing, kneading, and squeezing them, pinching her erect nipples through her clothes. My mouth
began to suckle her earlobe, occasionally blowing gently into it. "Does it feel good?" I whispered in her ear. She
gasped, nodded weakly, and then began to plead, "You're making me so hot..." her voice low and delicate,
like the chirping of a nightingale. At this moment, her face was flushed, and a few beads of sweat glistened at her temples,
making her appear exceptionally alluring in the dim light.

"Shall I help you?"

"Mmm," she said, lifting herself slightly.

The hem of the striped sweater was slowly pulled out from her tight jeans, gradually sliding upwards until
a milky-white cotton bra was revealed—not the common kind with padding and metal supports. The soft cotton fabric
comfortably and delicately supported her breasts; it looked like a nice designer brand.

My hand slowly reached over and covered the bra, pressing down slightly, and I could feel the firm, elastic nipples in my palm
. My thumb pressed down on the edge of the cup and gently pushed it down, and the cherry-like nipples eagerly sprang out.
I caught them with my thumb and forefinger, gently pulling them up and slowly kneading them with my fingertips. "Your little cherries are so big and hard, are
n't they ?" I asked, sucking on her earlobe. "You're so naughty," she blushed, turning her body to the other side. I laughed.
I kissed her face, applying a little more pressure with my fingers. She winced, as if in pain, but her tongue instinctively
licked her lips. I took her soft tongue into my mouth, my tongue tip quickly teasing it. Soon, she excitedly
thrust her chest forward, and at the same time, I hooked the bottom edge of her bra and pushed it up sharply... A pair of dazzling white
breasts bounced twice, incredibly alluringly exposed before my eyes. She gasped, hurriedly trying to cover her
chest with her hands, but her small hands clearly couldn't completely cover those full breasts; her nipples were pinched between her fingers,
their purplish-red color faintly visible. I gently pulled away her limp hands covering her chest, carefully admiring and playing with those
beautiful peaks. In the center of those trembling peaks under my teasing, the delicate nipples stood erect, surrounded by
equally hard and erect areolas, covered with sparse downy hair. Judging from the color of her nipples, they hadn't been tasted
too many times, hence their continued sensitivity.

“Your breasts are so beautiful, so sexy,” I said, flicking them hard with the tip of my tongue.

She let out a soft “Mmm,” her nipples hardening even more, her breasts swelling and undulating like the tide. “Baby, do you like my
tongue?” I said to her, panting with her eyes closed, then took the trembling, purplish-red nipple into my mouth
, gently biting it with my teeth while flicking it rapidly with my tongue. She breathed heavily like a fish out of air, as if she had made up her mind. Her
fingers slowly ran through my hair, pressing gently… Encouraged, her tongue, aided by her fingers,
began its final assault on those two alluring peaks. Her defenses crumbled at the first touch, her snow-white skin turning
pink, and her occasional moans gradually escalating into a series of high and low, incoherent groans.

My right hand caressed and kneaded her breasts, my lips parted her flesh, my tongue gliding and teasing around her full nipples
. My left fingertips, however, began to slowly move downwards, tracing her soft hair, inch by inch, across her earlobe
…neck…shoulders…chest…lower abdomen…and further down, the movements of my fingers became even gentler, like a traveler in
the desert , advancing step by step until reaching the oasis hidden among the sand dunes, only then stopping to
rest. My palm covered the narrow triangle between her legs, circling and caressing
this raised, secret area through her thin jeans, enjoying the soft touch and moist warmth. Her long legs were straight and pressed together,
leaving no gap, but her hips swayed intentionally or unintentionally, arousing my surging desire. I extended my middle finger and began to slide it
down the curve of her lower mound. She sensed my intention and murmured, "No...no..." Then she bent her knees
and tightened her legs, trying to protect her hidden valley. I persisted and inserted it, resisting only for a short while after my middle finger began
to rub up and down her most sensitive area along the soft indentation. "No...please don't do this,"
she mumbled. I ignored her and continued my finger's movements. Gradually, her pleas disappeared, replaced by
moans that seemed to be squeezed from her chest. Her tightly closed legs also opened slightly to the sides, trembling gently.
"Darling, it's a little wet, isn't it?" I smiled and asked mischievously, while increasing
the speed . She looked at me, turned her head away in embarrassment, and sighed softly, like a feverish patient exhaling
hot breath. Then her legs slowly opened... Under the skillful and continuous attack of my fingers, her waist and hips even
began to gradually match the rhythm of my rubbing, actively chasing pleasure with her body. "So inexperienced yet already knows how to
enjoy herself , what a little stunner, I'll make you ecstatic," I secretly vowed, while simultaneously congratulating myself on my
extraordinary luck.

The material of these designer jeans was truly excellent: lightweight, breathable, with a great feel and excellent elasticity. As I
increased my pressure, the thin fabric gradually sank into that hidden crevice. The temperature inside rose higher and higher
, and my fingertips felt a slight dampness in the center of the crevice.

Seeing her excited expression, I began to try to slip my hand between her lower abdomen and the waistband to
tease her. She no longer resisted, and the low-rise jeans quickly stretched my pantyhose to the edge of the last line of defense
. My middle finger lifted the elastic waistband, and in a few moments, my fingers landed on her full, fleshy mound, entwined with soft hair.
After playing with it for a while, I continued to explore downwards, easily discovering the secret hidden beneath the dense foliage. Without hesitation
, my middle finger began to enjoy its spoils. My patient teasing was clearly effective. In the wetness
, before I even exerted any force, my fingers parted her soft, tender labia and entered her tropical valley. She cried out suddenly
and grabbed my arm tightly. I smiled happily, leaned closer, and whispered in her ear, "Baby
, do you know how wet you are?" She blushed, closed her eyes tightly, buried her head in my chest, and playfully pinched and scratched me
. She looked so endearing, and I genuinely wanted to tease her, so I asked, "Really don't know?"
A barely audible voice came from my arms, "I don't know, you're so annoying!" Then a sharp pain shot through my waist. I
chuckled , and my middle finger gently slipped into the base of her vulva through the crevice, then began to bounce up and down. Her lips were overflowing with
slippery juices, and the sensation of my wet fingers pressing against her equally wet labia was wonderful and incredibly exciting
. I felt my erection had secreted quite a bit of fluid, pressing uncomfortably against my underwear, so I secretly adjusted the angle of my erection with the hand that was holding her, and gave it a couple of rubs. Unexpectedly, she
noticed . She leaned against me, tilted her head back, and smiled smugly, saying,

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you see? He's a little uncomfortable, so I'm helping him move around," I pointed to
the bulge that was almost touching my waistband, with an innocent expression.

"He's uncomfortable? Who is he?" She chuckled mischievously.

"He's...he's my little brother," I said innocently.

"Oh," she said, a look of sudden realization on her face, then blinked and whispered, "Don't really upset him. Want me
to comfort him?"

"You want to comfort him? Be careful, he might get upset and cause you trouble," I winked back, my mischievous
expression making me want to punch myself.

"Pah, I'm not afraid of you, you bad boy," she said, her face flushed like the sunset.

I was about to reply when I suddenly felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my lower body, rushing straight to my brain. I then realized her small
hand was gently stroking my erect penis through my trousers. She pressed her face against my lower abdomen, which was stretched high...
"I'm afraid...you're bad, you'll hurt me."

I pulled her close, her slender waist encircling me. "Darling, I'll cherish you, love you, protect you,
and won't let anyone bully you."

"How long?" She looked up, her bright black eyes sparkling with silver stars.

"Hmm..." I kissed her hair. "Until the day we're too old to kiss anymore." "

Really? No take-backs! Let's pinky swear!" She was overjoyed,
extending her slender, round little finger in front of me.

"Pinky swear..."

Our fingers intertwined. Our lips pressed tightly together.

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