Summer Night Girlfriend

My girlfriend and I were about to engage in a passionate physical battle. The bathroom door opened, revealing her in only a thin, off-white cotton nightgown. A few drops of water clung to her bangs and temples, her cheeks slightly flushed, likely from the steam. Her nipples were visible through the nightgown; I thought that if she weren't wearing a bra, anyone could tell how big they were. I lay on the bed, and she noticed me staring at her, so she scoffed, "What are you looking at? You pervert." "Is it illegal to look at my own wife?" I retorted. She grabbed a towel with one hand and turned off the overhead light with the other, then lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over herself. I immediately straddled her, and she shyly closed her eyes, burying her head in the blankets. I pulled back the covers, and as I did so, I pulled up her nightgown, revealing pink, soft nipples, her cloud-like breasts swaying slightly. I couldn't quite place whether it was the scent of milk powder or the baby's scent, but her unique, indulgent fragrance wafted towards me. Before I could get a good look, she forcefully pulled her pajamas back down. "What are you doing, you pervert? What do you want?" I saw her rosy lips and bright teeth, her large, dark eyes and the fluttering of her eyelashes. I grinned mischievously, "I want to take a look at your nipples, and while I'm at it, visit your little sister." "Shameless." She rolled her eyes at me. I smiled gently, "Whatever you say." I lifted her pajamas again, and this time she didn't struggle. I grabbed her breast and started to suckle, my tongue teasing her nipple, which immediately hardened. I increased the frequency of my tongue's movements, and her body began to tremble in waves. Then I switched to suckling on the other breast. I could vaguely see the faint finger marks from where my hand had left her breast; it was so soft, like a malleable marshmallow. Just then, the rain finally started to fall, the sound of raindrops hitting the window like the prelude to our performance. I slowly pulled off her newly changed black lace knit panties. She covered her face with her hands, feigning shyness, and I saw a vast black meadow. Her pubic hair had never been cut, but each hair was neatly trimmed, forming a dense, inverted triangle. Beneath that triangle was a vibrant vulva, long, radiant labia, the outer part a deep crimson, the inner part pink, the clitoris hidden in a bulging pocket. I parted the labia, and a thin, dark opening and plump, fleshy walls presented a fantastical, dynamic movement with my girlfriend's breath. I realized my sexual desire was about to erupt. Then I took a bite, my tongue striking her clitoris directly, like a frenzied spring, operating at a rapid pace. Her body trembled continuously with the rhythm of my tongue. The scent of my girlfriend's vagina reminded me of Santa Monica Beach—a fresh, sea-like aroma. So I frantically sped up the pace, pinching her nipples with both hands and kneading them gently, then spreading my hands to vigorously rub her breasts. She swayed on the bed like a happy worm, her body slightly hot, her breathing labored. "So good...so good..." she couldn't help but moan. "What am I? Am I still a hooligan?" I asked, pulling my mouth away. "You're not a hooligan...you're my darling," she replied. "Can I have my little brother scout ahead for me now?" I asked. "No...you can only keep licking me, you can't insert it." So I stopped the oral sex and quickly took off my underwear. She said, "What are you doing?" At this moment, my penis was obviously already prepared and stood erect, I could clearly see the veins winding from the base of the penis to the glans. It was too hard, touching it felt like playing with a huge, unwieldy weapon. I reached out to touch her already wet vulva, but she recoiled as soon as I touched her. I said, "Actually, you're right, I am a scoundrel. Now it's your turn to have some fun." "No, you can't touch me," she said, twisting her body and turning her back. I took a condom from the bedside table, threw it to her, and said, "Tear it open." She hid under the covers, only her eyes showing, and said, "Hehe, I won't tear it. I don't know what that thing is." I smiled contemptuously, "You asked for it." I picked up the condom, tore it open, pinched the condom to find the right direction, pressed my penis forward with one hand, and pulled the condom down with the other. My penis and the condom were tightly intertwined, like wearing a tight swimsuit. I looked at my girlfriend again; she was staring intently at my penis, then looked up, and our eyes met. She quickly covered her head again. "You're not allowed to lay a finger on me! You're not allowed to harass an innocent woman in broad daylight!" I said, "Look at this, is it broad daylight? It's raining so hard outside." Suddenly, a clap of thunder sounded outside the window, the sky seemed to split open, and raindrops poured down onto the land. I lifted the covers and spread her legs. She tried to block my arms with her hands, but I grabbed her thighs. She couldn't twist me, and I thrust my hips forward. With a wet sound, my penis went in. She didn't have time to cry out, and I didn't have time to stop. I just quickened the pace and thrust harder, all the way in, back and forth. She gradually began to moan with the frequency of my thrusts, and the pace quickened. Her face became even more flushed. My penis was tightly gripped by my girlfriend's fleshy walls, accompanied by hot, wet juices, like a well-fueled, rapidly moving train. I didn't let up at all, still thrusting forward with high spirits. "Slap slap slap... slap slap... slap slap slap slap..." My girlfriend's eyes were tightly closed, her lips pursed, her breasts trembling, swaying like the frequent rhythmic ripples on a lake at dusk. Moans of pleasure emanated from her chest. "Ah... so good." "Say it, you're a slut, call me husband." "Hmm... no." "Will you call me or not?" I thrust in and out a couple more times, the sound of flesh hitting flesh as crisp as a slap. She turned her head and whispered, "Mmm...keep going..." So I thrust harder, but I had a premonition that I was about to ejaculate. After a dozen or so hard thrusts, my rhythm slowed down. Then my penis became even more engorged, my legs went weak, and I felt myself rising upwards, realizing something was terribly wrong. I pulled my penis out, pretending to pull the condom up a little, creating a brief pause. "Yes, I want to tell you something..." she suddenly said. My heart tightened: "Go ahead." She began to tell me that her ex-boyfriend had started contacting her again. I suddenly exploded: "Didn't I tell you to block him?!" She started rambling incoherently, saying that she always received calls from him, but she didn't know it was him calling, and that sometimes she would see him in the school library, even though she was trying to avoid him, she would always run into him and have to say hello. "What did he say to you this time?" "She said her ex-boyfriend wanted to get back together with her, but she refused. A vague feeling of unease began to creep into my heart. I then pressed my penis down and inserted it into my girlfriend's vagina, beginning slow thrusting. My girlfriend's moans grew even more unrestrained. I suddenly realized something and said, 'You still have feelings for him, don't you?' '…' At this moment, silence was like a fuse about to ignite an explosion. 'Are you about to get your period?' 'Yes.' So I pulled out my penis, removed the condom, and held it, preparing to insert it into her vagina. My girlfriend pulled back, saying, 'No, no, you have to wear a condom.' I ignored her, forcefully pulling her towards me, pressing my penis into her vagina, and thrusting wildly. She didn't say anything more. I could clearly see my penis covered in her semen, and I could feel her vaginal fluid flowing onto my testicles, slowly gliding across the wrinkles on my testicles like a silkworm." "Thump, thump, thump..." Each thrust was powerful and resounding. My girlfriend looked pained, writhing like a snake. I knew my ejaculation was imminent, so I grabbed her shoulders. She trembled, clutching my neck, pleading, "Don't go in, please." I ignored her. My entire focus was on her: her soft breasts, her pink nipples, and that lush, dark forest below—a forest trodden by countless men—and her expression of both pain and pleasure. I knew I wasn't the only one who had witnessed that expression. My penis, like a machine, poured semen into that forest, and I ejaculated. Semen filled her vagina, slowly flowing from her opening like a magnificent, thick waterfall. I stared blankly at this white waterfall, the patter of rain outside accompanying me, thinking that the woman I loved held someone else in her heart. — [The End]

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