Fire the cannon with tears in your eyes

Note: This article is purely for entertainment; it's a mix of truth and fiction, so please don't take it too seriously. I'm begging for mercy now. Why do you need an experienced driver to guide you when you're driving? Because you never know who's shaking your phone; the person lying in your bed isn't a heavily edited JPG file, but a real person. The story of "tears while having sex" finally happened to me. After more than a month of online flirting, I finally managed to get a girl to come to Qingdao. Before she left, she gave me a heads-up by sending me a picture of her legs. I looked at it, and they were indeed a bit thick, but she had already bought the plane ticket, and the story had progressed to this point; there was no going back. When we met in a group chat, we had already reached an agreement not to share photos, but to meet in person if we clicked. While waiting for her to arrive at the station, I imagined countless scenarios and concocted countless possibilities. When she finally appeared in front of me, all those concocted scenarios vanished. The girl, who is 1.9 meters tall, is estimated to weigh at least 125 pounds. Having navigated the world of women for so many years, this is the first time I've faced such an opponent in a solo battle. I've already lost this first round. The hardness of my penis slowly shifted to my scalp. After picking her up, we exchanged a few pleasantries. Around noon, we found a small restaurant and sat down. Unspoken, we made physical contact over the food and drinks. Back at the hotel, the girl seemed pleasantly surprised to see the round bathtub and round bed in the room. Looking at the small card that had been thrown into the trash long ago, I gradually regretted my actions. The person sitting in front of me was no longer the bouncy avatar from my computer, but a burly woman. "Just pretend," I told myself. I tried to hug her from behind. It was difficult to completely encircle her. Of course, it was also because my arms were too short. I smelled a slightly unpleasant odor, so I didn't dare continue and told her to clean herself in the bathtub filled with water. After a while, she called me over. Okay, I went. Her breasts weren't small, but there were developmental issues; her nipples were asymmetrical and inverted. I forced myself to suckle her nipple. Damn, it pricked my mouth. There was a stiff chest hair that had just grown back after being shaved. What the hell had I done? Hesitantly, she pushed me down onto the bed—a truly bizarre sight in my life. Looking at the Michelin-starred restaurant in front of me, I suddenly had a deeper understanding of what driving was all about. Stop dawdling, let's get this over with. The tightness was alright; after a few minutes of fighting, I braced myself on the bed to catch my breath. Looking down, I smelled the grilled fish I'd eaten for lunch. Fermented. The girl was getting into it, and to encourage me, she took a big bite. From this angle, I couldn't dodge. So I savored the grilled fish I'd eaten for lunch again. Ugh, why the hell did I tell you all this? After finishing, I quickly got out of bed and showered. After I finished, the girl was actually asleep! She could fall asleep without even showering? Aren't you afraid of scabbing? I carefully pulled a corner of the blanket over my penis and unknowingly drifted off to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, the girl took the initiative and started giving me oral sex. I have to say, her oral skills were amazing. I closed my eyes and silently enjoyed it, my hand unconsciously reaching for her back. Broad and thick! I wanted to stroke it up and down, but her sweat stopped me. The girl looked up at me, as if to say, "Why aren't you touching me?" I smiled and patted her back. The force penetrated the fat and reached the muscle. The angle and the scene at that moment, I felt, wouldn't be a waste to use it in a documentary. After a few minutes of oral sex, the girl got tired, turned around, and skillfully inserted my penis. My penis and lower abdomen were completely submerged under her Michelin-starred penis. The girl took the initiative to control the angle, which was her preferred feeling. Some experienced guys have said that if the girl isn't pretty, you can imagine having sex with a porn star... That's obviously easy for them to say when they're not in your shoes. You can't imagine your weight, you just have to tough it out! But I couldn't keep tilting my head to tough it out, so I turned to watch her move. I scanned her from top to bottom, and when I got to her chest, what was that faint black thing? Could it be...? I'm getting a little soft. The girl moved a few more times, sensing my change, and very considerately gave me another bite. The fermented smell of grilled fish wafted over again, along with a slightly strange smell... um, the smell of my penis. Remembering that she hadn't washed, I went a little softer. A man has to save face. I subtly indicated that I wasn't getting enough pleasure with her on top. She clearly misunderstood. She sped up. I gradually got harder, and she used more and more force. Then I heard a scream, and she almost broke my penis. She snapped out of her reverie and looked at me apologetically. To avoid her biting me again, I politely told her to lie down and rest. As she sat up, I intended to gently lower her by supporting her back, but due to gravity and her slippery, sweaty body, she thudded back onto the bed. I covered up the embarrassment with a quick thrust. After my fastest ejaculation, I noticed the dark spots on her chest…chest hair. For the next two days, aside from bed, the outings with the girl were quite enjoyable. After all, we shared similar values. Some friends might criticize me for detailing the girl's shortcomings so thoroughly. Actually, the girl won't see these things, and I'm afraid of being ridiculed by everyone for posting these details. If you find this uncomfortable, please forgive me. Where else can I vent all the bittersweet emotions in my heart? If you encountered a girl like this, could you remain calm and enjoy it without any ripples? Anyone who claims otherwise will be punished! I hope my experience can offer some insight. In an era where even photos can't be trusted, if you feel it's not a good fit after meeting in person, you must refuse. Reject decisively! Otherwise, it will leave a psychological scar. When there's an experienced person to guide you, always choose an experienced person; as the saying goes, "listen to advice and you'll eat your fill!" When chatting online, I didn't have any illusions about the girl's appearance or figure, but who knew that besides being overweight, she had every conceivable trait of body odor and body hair. Her hygiene habits were astonishing… I was truly… having experienced this painful ordeal, what difficulties could I not face in the future? Thinking this way, I suddenly felt a little better. After seeing the girl off in Qingdao, my friends and buddies got together, and inevitably, they started talking about Sichuan dialect and women again. When they talked about Sichuan dialect, I listened; when they talked about women, I became increasingly silent. Men are always like children; as long as they have a little money, they're thinking about how to have fun. My buddy waved his phone around, saying he was planning a campervan trip. When the phone arrived, I ignored the route and schedule, scrolled to the girl's page, and stared intently. She had a decent figure, her face was obscured by the phone, and she wasn't wearing much, just enough to see no nipples on her chest. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Two girls and four men, wandering aimlessly—no, leisurely—all the way to Inner Mongolia, where they slaughtered cattle and sheep for a feast. The sky was vast, the fields boundless, the wind blew the grass low, and they were busy having sex. Unable to go abroad, a trip to the grasslands is pretty good too. I'll post another thread before the trip, and once we're on the road, I'll do a live stream to give you all a close-up look! Of course, plans are just plans, and there's a chance they might fall through. But even if they do, no worries, men always have new games to play! And may you all have endless erections and eight nights a night! [The End]

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