In the elevator with my girlfriend

The man's hands were large and powerful, like bear claws. As his supple fingers slid across
Ou Lingya 's body, she trembled with excitement; he had aroused her desire. His lips covered hers
, his tongue entering her soft mouth. Ou Lingya responded passionately, anticipating.

She reached out to caress the man, slowly finding his thick, erect member beneath his trousers. He was
incredibly sexually attractive, and another wave of pleasure washed over her; she was ready to ecstasy again.

She looked around, hoping no one would disturb them. Just as she had planned, the elevator stopped safely
between two floors; if the engineers passed by again, it would be more than half an hour later.
A little stimulation was enough time.

Ou Lingya released the man's arms from her grasp and skillfully unzipped his trousers. He opened his mouth
without resistance… Ou Lingya thought that a man like this would find her way of making love
comfortable and familiar. He then began to pant as he felt Oulingya's soft fingers slip inside his
trousers, pulling out his erect penis.

"Great, baby!" Oulingya murmured, gently stroking his penis. "You
feel good. Now let me see if you can feel even better."

She examined her "trophy" with satisfaction; though it wasn't very long, that didn't matter, because it was thick
and erect. When she first experienced that ecstasy there, she wondered if she would have the energy to
fully enjoy this alluring "trophy." Oulingya's lips approached it, encircling it, and he
couldn't help but groan, grabbing her head and convulsively rubbing her hair, uttering incomprehensible
murmurs.

Oulingya couldn't understand his murmurs at all, but what did it matter? She wasn't there to have
a polite conversation with him. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of the young man's penis, tasting the semen that
had been secreted —a salty flavor. Although she desperately wanted it, she didn't want it too soon
. She wanted a short, exciting journey with him, one that would drive her wild and intoxicate her, and she needed
to prepare him thoroughly first.

Her hand slid down his penis, grasping his two spherical scrotums pressed between his
thighs . The scrotums lay beautifully in her palm, full and moist, like tropical fruit. This
sensation aroused her, a warm, wet liquid flowing between her legs, her genitals
twitching with desire.

Oulingya teased the young man for a while longer, wanting to intensify his desire
until it became uncontrollable, while she herself reveled in it. She repeatedly refused his penetration,
despite his attempts to satisfy his own desires and reach orgasm. He was a little annoyed, and a little disappointed,
but his annoyance and disappointment didn't deter her, because she understood: the longer this game went on,
the more pleasure he would enjoy when she finally "pitied" him.

When O'Lingya sensed the man was exhausted, her mouth finally took him. She saw his
genitals glistening, covered in saliva mixed with his own semen. This wild, fiery English
woman wouldn't let him leave so easily.

"Cheer up, lad!" O'Lingya commanded. "Look what I've brought you."

Her hand reached to her waist, pulling up her shirt to reveal a pair of red shorts, tight around her hips,
so short that even her dark brown, curly pubic hair peeked out from the edges. O'Lingya hastily pulled down
the shorts and kicked them off. She smiled slyly, the shorts brushing against the young man's face,
revealing her moist, fragrant genitals. The young man closed his eyes, lost in the woman's scent.

"Oh, God..."

O'Lingya leaned against the elevator wall, legs spread apart. One of her hands slipped between her legs, caressing
her labia and clitoris. Before the young male elevator operator was a "blooming flower," and
he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire in the moist, beautiful "garden." O'Lingya laughed lasciviously; now she was truly
ready to enjoy her pleasure… When she lured the man to witness her performances of pleasing him, the
man's gaze was lewd yet somewhat reluctant, while she reveled in it. She
knew how much he wanted to throw this shameless, frivolous woman onto the floor and take her,
but something seemed to be holding him back—this wasn't hard to guess. After all, this lady was a popular guest of this
prestigious Parisian hotel, while he was merely an ordinary employee. At O'Lingya's
slightest dissent, this kind young man would have to obey.

However, if he could see through her thoughts, he would find his fear utterly inexplicable and
absurd. She simply wanted some physical pleasure from him. Moreover, conquering such a
decisive and charming man would be a pleasure. Besides,
there's no harm in letting such an energetic young man be tempted by a woman.

Now the poor lad's eyes were wide open, looking somewhat dejected. He lowered one hand to touch
his groin, but Ou Lingya shook her head sternly and pushed his hand away.

"Darling, you mustn't do that! Understand? In a moment, you'll be mine: I promise you,
I'll make you incredibly happy!"

Ou Lingya leaned against the elevator wall, her other hand's soft, nimble fingertips gliding over her two protruding nipples.
She caressed and kneaded them, unable to contain her excitement. Through her wide eyes, she saw the man
staring at her yearningly, like a dog. Excellent! Perhaps, it's time!

"Young man, do you want me?" she asked slyly. "Let me experience your tongue first."

The man accepted its teasing without hesitation, eagerly throwing himself at her feet, his face pressed
between her legs, feeling the warmth and moisture... It was already evening, his face resolute and excited. His
hard, erect penis finally pierced her body, a slight discomfort making her tremble.

"Lover, be gentle."

But Ou Lingya was still immersed in every minute of pleasure; she liked the man's somewhat rough caresses.
This young man might think he knew a thing or two about making love with women, but the truth was he was just...
A novice. It seemed no one had ever taught him how to slowly guide a woman to her climax; he lacked
the skill.

Well, he'd have to be a student, receiving specialized instruction from Ou Lingya.

Ou Lingya held his hand, gently but firmly guiding it, teaching him how to arouse her desire.

"Here, right here. Touch here, with your hand, gently, like stroking a flower petal.
Now, put your fingers in… Oh, perfect! Bit my nipple again, but… Oh… so
gently… Ah… Oh…"

Her student was so eager, she was almost dizzy. Her orgasm came too suddenly and dissipated
too quickly; it was a pity, she had hoped it would last longer. But it didn't matter, there would be
other opportunities , in other places, with other men. And this man in front of her, she wasn't willing
to let him go home before she was even satisfied.

Thinking this, Ou Lingya felt another surge of excitement, and lust followed; waves of desire rolled and
surged within her... "Oh...yes! Conquer me..."

She stretched her legs as wide as she could, pressing her back against the elevator wall to welcome his sliding tongue.
The tip of his tongue flickered back and forth against her labia... "Ah, Jin Jiesi!"

She grabbed his head, his eyes burying deeper and deeper, pressing harder and harder against her vulva; the pleasure continued
. The wet fluid secreted from her body flowed into his mouth. He sucked thirstily, like
a greedy beast... Exhaustion, along with the lingering warmth of excitement, washed over her, and she couldn't help but slide down, lying
on the carpeted floor, her knees spread, her alluring lower body fully exposed. Her desire for lovemaking
was not yet fully satisfied; she longed for a second, even a third, who could say how many
times it would take, because Ou Lingya was an unusual young woman: a woman who had sold her entire life to lust.

The floor was hard, making Oulingya feel uncomfortable. However, when her buttocks touched the wood shavings,
the floor became irresistibly alluring. Her genitals were stimulated anew, and she reached out her arms to the young elevator attendant,
Jin Jiesi .

"Lover, take me, take me now!"

Before she could utter a second cry, the young man grabbed her waist and lifted her until she was laid flat on the floor.
Her shirt reached her waist; her bare buttocks pressed heavily against the hard floor. He was by no means a fashionable
sex man; but when he laid her down and attacked her "blooming flower," he was filled with a primal, wild
desire.

Jin Jiesi thrust into her hungrily, repeatedly entering and exiting, and she let out pleasurable moans... He
was charming, and she was glad she had kept him waiting for so long. He wouldn't last long, but she was
almost there too. Even with this thought, the slightest touch made her feel intoxicated and
her heart pounding.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, responding promptly to each of his powerful thrusts. Her
buttocks were chafed against the hard floor, but she enjoyed the slight discomfort; it only brought her new
pleasure.

"I'm going to cum, oh my god!" Jin Jiesi whispered. Ou Lingya felt his penis
growing . Then, a warm stream of white semen shot into her vagina, and Ou Lingya reached another
orgasm, convulsing as she gripped him… Just as the orgasm was slowly fading, and Ou Lingya was considering their next move,
the elevator lights flickered with a "click" and a "ding."

"The elevator's fixed, get up!" Jin Jiesi muttered, jumping up in a panic to straighten his clothes.

Ou Lingya, however, remained calm. She stood up from the floor, brushed off the dust, pulled down her lifted shirt,
and took her shorts from the elevator door handle, deftly stuffing them into her handbag. Ou Lingya then
quickly tied her golden hair into a ponytail. Undoubtedly, she looked presentable and poised.
Only her flushed cheeks betrayed a secret: something had just happened between the elevator
operator .

The elevator was descending to the first floor, and Jin Jies grew increasingly flustered. O'Lingya blew a
kiss to his genitals, then swiftly tucked them into his trousers, zipping them up and buttoning them, like
she was handling a child.

"Just stand here, don't move!" she laughed. "Nobody will know, young man, if you don't want
them to." Just then, the elevator reached the ground floor, and with a creak, the doors opened.
O'Lingya didn't even turn her head, heading straight for the hotel lounge. The travelers crowded towards the elevator, each with a vague question
in their minds : how could there be damp white spots on the burgundy carpet in the elevator?
What were they? This was the only question O'Lingya left for everyone to ponder. The elevator operator followed
O'Lingya.

"Ah, dear lady! Everything is fine. I'm so sorry about the elevator; this has never
happened ! Oh, by the way, are you satisfied with your room? I personally chose it for you. You'll
enjoy some beautiful views of Paris through the window."

The waiter's face flushed slightly. Ou Lingya found him amusing. She was engrossed in ordering a
morning newspaper , wondering if he would be
satisfied if she weren't a blonde, sexy woman. Would he smell the odor in the elevator? It was an intriguing thought, and a slight smile
crossed her face. Perhaps later… "Oh, yes, thank you. The room is indeed very nice, but
there's a problem with the showerhead. Could you have it fixed as soon as possible?"

"Of course, miss. I'm very sorry about that. Perhaps I could change your room."

"No, thank you; there's no need. I'd like to go back to my room and rest now. See you later, sir."

She stood up and stepped back into the elevator, confident that her swaying hips had once again caught the young man's
attention. If he also fell for her, the showerhead would be fixed much faster; she was absolutely certain of that.

Her room number was 618, on the sixth floor. The view was indeed beautiful, with a row of stylish villas outside the window and the Boisde Bridge
in the distance But Eulenya hadn't come to Paris to admire the scenery. She took off her clothes and lay on
the bed, thinking again of the question that constantly plagued her. She immediately made a decision… she would succeed.
No matter how much effort she expended, she would succeed.

Although Oleia had a foreign name, she grew up in England. Her father was French, and her mother was
English . Her mother died when she was very young, and she was raised by her father. Her father, Oliver, was a
remarkable banker. In England, he was known as a cultured philanthropist, but later, his financial
acumen was replaced by another unusual skill: because Oliver was also a very charming
adventurer , he became the object of pursuit for noblewomen and lustful women wherever he went. Oliver indulged in
this game of pursuit; he was admired and flattered by social circles, no longer the banker he once was.

Beneath his seemingly successful life lay a hidden sorrow:
the neglect of one person—his daughter, Oleia.

Oliver had once been an arrogant young man, confident that he could do anything. When he heard about the
mysterious "Great Love Demon" organization, he knew he had to do whatever it took to join it.
No one had ever openly declared their desire to become a member, as all its activities
were shrouded in secrecy.

However, its members were said to be the most experienced and stimulating sex addicts in the world. They
were passionate , even willing to go through fire and water for it.

Oliver's life was completely changed upon discovering this mysterious organization.
He immediately had a new goal: to pursue this mysterious organization no matter what, to endure its arduous
trials until he became a member.

He searched for ten years, and finally, his dream came true. One night in North Africa, a
man in formal attire met him. He asked Oliver if he still wanted to join the "Great Love Demon" organization and
gave him seven tasks to complete.

He successfully completed the first six tasks, but failed the seventh. They immediately abandoned him,
and he lost all contact with the organization. Because in their organization, there are no second chances.

Oliver never recovered, and some say he later died from excessive grief.

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