(Urban Life) My girlfriend and her cousin

This summer I met a cute little girl. I don't know how our parents met, but they somehow ended up trying to match us up. When they first told me, I couldn't help but smile wryly. What kind of nonsense is this, introducing a girl not even 20 to a 25-year-old unmarried man like me? But who am I? I'm a fan of cute little girls, so I went dressed casually but a bit flamboyantly. After meeting her, my opinion immediately changed. The girl was nice, well-behaved, cute, playful, and pretty. Well, her figure... well, I can work on it later. City girls are generally more free-spirited, especially girls my age in Shanghai. They exude a natural, adorable charm—except, of course, for the legendary brainless ones.

After that, we got along well, and a year passed. During her sophomore year summer vacation, I finally slept with her. A man has to take responsibility, right? Although I'd had a few relationships, some with more love, some with more being loved, none of them lasted for various reasons. Then, not long after I slept with her, my dad told me that both sets of parents had decided to get us engaged. My heart skipped a beat. Had I pushed someone's daughter down and they found out? It turned out that our families had a good relationship to begin with, and they'd originally planned for us two to try dating. If it worked out, they were going to arrange our engagement, and they'd even consulted us.

That day, when we were having dinner together and the topic came up, she blushed, looked at me shyly, and nodded. Damn, I was furious! Afterwards, I dragged her outside and glared at her, saying, "Just wait till I get my hands on you! How dare you agree before me?" (I'm a man, I…%*…) She gave me a strange look, her face turned cold, and she went back to her room. In front of everyone at the table, she put a huge piece of chili pepper in my soup. Looking at the strange expressions on the faces of the elderly folks—surprised yet clearly trying to suppress their laughter—I thought painfully, "I can't afford to offend this woman."

Before I knew it, the girl was 21. She'd matured a bit, lost some of her bookishness, and even showed the potential to develop into a sexy, elegant beauty. I was overjoyed. My already delicate breasts had also yielded some results thanks to my year-long efforts. We even had occasional outdoor encounters.

Later, I learned from a female online friend that she was talking about sex toys, specifically remote-controlled ones. I immediately became interested and ordered one online. The day it arrived, my girlfriend was home. After receiving it and opening the package, she stormed into the kitchen and started to torment me. She asked if I'd been holding back for a while. I was taken aback. "You know about these things?" she asked. She raised an eyebrow. "What era are we living in? How could I not know about sex toys? Just look at the instructions and I'll know what you're up to."

After dinner, I came out to find her sprawled on the table playing on her laptop, her small, cotton panties peeking out from under her pajamas. I suddenly attacked from behind, slipping my hand inside her panties. She let out a soft moan: "Stop it." How could I let her go? One hand continued its daily work on her genitals,

while the other held her waist. After a while, she softened and stopped playing with her laptop, shyly pleading, "Stop teasing me." Seeing her flushed face, I turned her over, took off her nightgown, and pulled down her panties to reveal her delicate pink genitals. A few soft hairs clung to her labia. I parted her labia with two fingers, revealing a pink paradise. The writhing vaginal opening and the exposed, trembling clitoris aroused my lust.

Her body was quite sensitive (of course, this refers to stimulation by someone she psychologically accepted; please, fellow "perverts," don't indulge in fantasies). I placed my fingertips on either side of her clitoris and pressed down, causing the lovely clitoris to emerge from the foreskin. I moistened the opening with some fluid on my thumb and gently pressed it against the protruding clitoris. Her lower abdomen tightened instantly, then softened again. I rubbed my middle and index fingers together at the opening for a while, feeling her breathing quicken.

MM isn't a shy girl when it comes to sex, but she still gets shy during sex, her little face flushed and quite adorable. As soon as two fingers entered her opening, I immediately felt the soft, moist folds of her vaginal walls warmly enveloping me. Inserting about two knuckles deep, I pressed my fingertips upwards slightly, against the anterior wall of her vagina. I wouldn't say it was the G-spot, but I couldn't find the point that felt slightly hard. However, MM was definitely sensitive to this spot, her legs clamping my hand tightly.

I kissed MM's lips, one hand slipping under her bra to grasp her rather large breasts. Then I began to gently rub her clitoris with my fingers, feeling MM's tense body. While sucking on her earlobe, I said, "Spread your legs a little wider, let me take good care of you." But MM resisted stubbornly. My expression changed, and then my thumb quickly touched her clitoris and began to draw circles. MM still kept her legs clamped together, but every few seconds she would take a deep breath, clearly fighting against the pleasure between her legs.

"Hehe, but you'll always fail," I chuckled mischievously, starting to fidget with my fingers. MM noticed my wicked expression as I watched her, biting her lower lip to calm herself. But as I gradually increased the stimulation, her legs began to weaken, her expression still showing her struggling to hold back. Hehe, wasn't that obvious?

After about four or five minutes, MM suddenly opened her eyes and kissed me. I was momentarily stunned; why was she being so proactive? Then I realized it was because the pleasure had accumulated too much, and she was too shy to let me see her expression. I didn't rush to pull away, continuing to kiss her while using my hand. But as MM's breathing became erratic from the kiss, her body became increasingly uncontrollable, gradually approaching climax. She no longer cared what I was looking at, thrusting her abdomen against my fingers, panting heavily.

But I slowed the pace of my fingers. I teasingly asked her, "Do you want it?" MM opened her eyes, dazed and confused, moaning, "Ugh, hurry up." "Hehe," I said, twitching my fingers again. "Let's take a break for a bit, then go out and play with a vibrator, okay?" MM paused, then looked at me with a wronged expression, silent.

After a few seconds, MM closed her eyes again, moaning in pain, kicking her legs wildly, her genitals rubbing against my hand. "Give it to me quickly. I want it." I thrust again, and when MM's whole body flushed and her vagina began to contract, MM placed one hand on mine, suddenly trying to sit up, her lower abdomen thrusting forward, her legs clamping together. I grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her closer to my legs, but my other hand stopped again. MM was clearly exhausted. I stimulated her while saying in her ear, "I'll give it to you if we play with a vibrator tonight."

MM trembled and hummed in agreement, nodding. Her vaginal walls gripped my fingers tightly. I teased her, saying, "Relax your fingers, I'm so active!" and started thrusting. MM screamed, then bit my shoulder. Her body was tense to the extreme, her legs, spread apart by my body, pressed against the bed, forcefully thrusting her vulva forward. A large amount of fluid gushed out from her tight passage.

After about ten seconds, she went completely limp. Her vulva weakly yielded to my fingers, and I supported her weight with my legs, slowly moving again, lowering my head to suckle her neck and collarbone, stroking her back and hair. I helped her gradually calm down.

After a while, she finally calmed down. I looked down at my hands, feeling a little incredulous. I asked her if she had used too much force, and if she had squirted. I opened her limp labia and found that the small opening below her clitoris was contracting and expanding, with a little fluid squeezing out. I laughed heartily; apparently, I had used too much force and couldn't control myself during orgasm. Afterwards,

I took her to shower, and groped her all over, making her spit out her saliva, but we didn't do anything more. Around eight o'clock, when I said I wanted to take the vibrator out, she looked nervous and refused. I chuckled, "Little vixen, you just promised." MM glared at me, bit her lip, and lowered her head in agreement.

I unpacked the vibrator, and MM, looking helpless and shy, spread her legs on the bed as I asked, using her hands to separate her labia. I applied some lubricant to the vibrator and turned it on. MM turned her head away, unable to look, her breathing becoming rapid. When I pushed the vibrator into her vagina, I noticed MM's whole body trembling, and her vagina clearly resisted the little thing. Her vaginal opening kept wriggling, but seemed helpless. I pushed the vibrator in, leaving the string attached to it outside, and pulled up her bright blue plaid panties with ties on both sides.

Then I made MM stand up. The vibrating vibrator was obviously too stimulating, and MM stood up tremblingly, her thighs turning inwards and her legs pressed together, and she was a little unsteady. According to online reviews, this is normal at first, and it will get better after overcoming the initial psychological discomfort. Suddenly, her legs bent down, and I looked closely and saw that her panties were pushed up a little.

I was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening. I went to get a panty liner and put it on her. I had her squeeze the vibrator a bit, and once she found it wasn't falling down anymore, I had her change her clothes. She stood behind the door, her legs tightly pressed together, unwilling to move, but I gently lifted her out.

After turning off the vibrator, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the outfit I'd dressed her in—a strapless short dress—and her slightly flustered expression, she looked very charming. Then I took her to the elevator. Her expression and posture were clearly a little off; she wasn't used to having the vibrator in her vagina. I said, "If you do this, people will notice, you have to be careful on the way." She looked nervous. After getting out of the elevator, the building manager was reading a magazine downstairs. I deliberately turned on the vibrator and greeted her.

Then I walked out, only to find her standing there anxiously, her hands clasped tightly together below her abdomen, looking at me expectantly. I said, "If you're not coming over, I'm leaving now?" and winked at her. She walked towards me with an angry expression, her legs moving surprisingly naturally. I wondered if she was angry.

But as soon as we stepped outside, she buried her face in my chest, looking like she was about to cry. "Honey, don't torture me like this! I'll play with you when we're alone, okay? I feel so bad." Oh, that's what happened. I kissed her, then quickly and secretly adjusted myself, calmly leading her out of the complex. She

kept her legs tightly together as she walked, slowly being led by me. I put on intermittent vibration mode, and then, amidst her panicked expression, said, "Keep up!" After a few steps forward, in the deserted area, she stood there helplessly, not moving. I smiled, turned, and started walking away. She immediately panicked, calling my name in a tearful voice.

I turned back to her and said, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, just hang in there, okay?" We slowly walked back. She took a step with a frown, clearly lacking strength, her body swaying and almost falling. I chuckled, quietly watching her struggle to suppress her pleasure as she threw herself into my arms. She

looked at me with such a pitiful expression; a little comforting when a woman is vulnerable can be quite effective. (Uh, I admit, I was a bit despicable. Hmm.) So I pulled her to a nearby bench and comforted her, but she wasn't really in pain. Based on the experience shared by female netizens, once the psychological factors are overcome, the proportion of pleasure is greater. Sure enough, after she sat down, she wasn't angry; she was worried, her hands pressing against her skirt, her legs unconsciously parting slightly, her face flushed. After comforting her, I told her that

she could overcome her fear and promised to protect her with my strong, masculine embrace the rest of the way. Gradually, her body relaxed, and she leaned gently against me. Hmm, I secretly felt smug; this mouth of mine was born to soothe women. Then I let her walk slowly around me, gradually helping her to control her breathing and movements. After she adjusted a little, I took her outside the neighborhood.

We walked along our usual route, the remote control on and off intermittently, initially only on a low setting. I felt her stiffening and adjusting from time to time, and my heart pounded with excitement.

When we crossed the pedestrian bridge, I stopped holding her hand and let her walk on her own. She looked up at me, her face flushed, her eyes blinking nervously. She slowly lifted her leg behind me, suppressing the intense pleasure in her groin as we reached the bridge. Wow, I hugged her and gave her a passionate kiss.

Amazing, she actually managed to resist! The girl was using it herself for the first time and was afraid to turn it on when out and about. Perhaps it was the lack of protection that made the psychological stimulation even greater. She also seemed pleased, as if rewarded, and gradually her movements returned to their usual liveliness as she adjusted.

Then I took my girlfriend to the mall to buy clothes. She was picking out clothes, and I teased her a few times every now and then, but she seemed to be getting used to it, walking much more naturally. I helped her pick out a short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of sexy white hot pants. Then I watched her blush as she carried a bag of clothes to the checkout.

The sales assistant even teased my girlfriend, saying, "Are you newly in love? Your boyfriend is helping you buy clothes, and you're blushing like this!" My girlfriend was very embarrassed. When we were buying shoes, my girlfriend nervously pressed down on her skirt and lifted her leg so I could help her change her shoes. The sales assistant gave us a smile and then walked away. My girlfriend then playfully hit me, saying, "Don't turn on the vibration so high!" I smiled apologetically, admitting I accidentally clicked too much.

After an hour of shopping, my girlfriend was practically leaning on me, her face frequently turning red. I held her soft, limp waist and led her to the bus stop. I told her that she had to walk to the bus stop herself, as I might have to turn the speed up.

MM pouted and rolled her eyes at me. The bus arrived, and I turned up the vibrator. MM was clearly tense, and even taking a few steps towards the door was a bit difficult. I boarded and swiped my card, watching her grit her teeth and stride towards the door with effort. But MM's expression changed for a moment, and then she quickly swiped her card again, grabbed my clothes, and ran to the second-to-last row of double seats at the back of the bus.

I smiled, "Why did you come over so readily?" She looked distressed, "Ugh, I accidentally leaked some." I was taken aback, then laughed. A few passengers who had just boarded glanced at me.

It wasn't far from home, but I took the bus because I knew MM couldn't walk. It was her first time, and if I went too far, I'd definitely be punished by not letting her sleep in bed that night.

The girl was sitting there, fidgeting and squirming. I leaned down and whispered in her ear if she was about to climax. She said no, it was cold and uncomfortable down there. I let her lean against me, and with one hand, I pulled down her skirt from her right side and slipped my hand inside. She was clearly startled, gave a soft moan, and acquiesced to my actions.

I pulled down her panties and found that the area around her inner thigh was already wet, confirming the earlier leak. Then, I slipped my hand inside through the gap in her panties, immediately feeling a wet, sticky sensation. The girl's fluids were somewhat viscous, unlike my ex-girlfriend's which was a thin, clear liquid—I didn't quite understand.

But my fingers found the opening and gently pressed against the slowly moving... I put the vibrator on, then released it as it was about to be squeezed out, then pushed it back in, making the girl restlessly fidget in my arms. I looked around, then my hand slid to the side and untied one of the ties on her panties. I helped the girl sit up. After so many experiences, she seemed somewhat calm, but I later realized she was just terrified.

I didn't pull out her panties, but instead deftly untied the other side, inserting my fingers to grab the vibrator. However, because her vaginal walls were too tight, they slipped around inside. The girl was afraid of being discovered, so she had no choice but to sit upright, keeping her upper body still while her lower body slightly twisted, her legs on the carriage floor, slightly supporting her waist, trying to squeeze the vibrator. The moment she squeezed her body out, she collapsed to the floor, completely exhausted.

I pulled her underwear out from between her legs, and her expression changed strangely. Then I turned off the vibrator and put it away. I padded her skirt and then slid my fingers inside.

Although we'd had some passionate encounters outdoors before, those were all in familiar and safe environments. The bus felt a bit too special. She was afraid of being discovered while enduring the stimulation, yet her body desperately needed it, but she was also afraid of reaching orgasm. She seemed lost and conflicted. But we weren't far from home, and we couldn't be too rough, so we stopped before she reached orgasm. She whispered, "Let's sit a little longer."

I said, "The late bus takes a long time, and you don't have any underwear right now." "Let's get out of the car first." Knowing I was deliberately being mischievous, and having no other choice, she cautiously followed me out of the car. Her excited, warm body trembled with every step I took in my arms, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt. After navigating the long streets of the residential area, we greeted the aunt at the door, took the elevator, and finally got back to the room.

As soon as we entered, her fierce side was revealed. She suddenly threw me onto the bed and actually straddled me. My eyes widened in shock, and I quickly cooperated by pulling down my pants and underwear, watching in horror as she sat on top of me, swallowing my erect penis, her hands pressing against my body as she rapidly lifted and lowered her hips, her legs supporting her weight on the bed. She lasted for over a minute! I was stunned: What stamina!

Then, MM sat on me, her whole body trembling and her legs clamped together. She hit me a few times, looking impatient, and said, "Hurry up." I snapped out of it, mounted her, and started thrusting. We can't lose a stamina contest, right? As my penis kept appearing and disappearing between her legs, MM finally lost her strength and reached orgasm.

Looking at MM's pleading face, I knew she had reached her limit. My poor penis, after enjoying her tightness and irrigating, was still erect. But I still pulled out, and MM said apologetically, "Come here." One hand arched her body, and she lay on top of me, opening her small mouth to take it in... The following content is not suitable for children.

Afterwards, MM fell asleep first, exhausted. I took her to take a shower, changed her underwear, and went back to the room, only to be stunned. I let out a wail: "Damn, how am I supposed to sleep on a bed that's so wet?"

Postscript: Afterwards, I faced my girlfriend's crazy revenge, even making things difficult for me, like a savage girlfriend, making me wear her high heels from the building auntie's house back to my apartment. It was inhuman. I won't go into the details of what happened next. I don't do it often because I want to protect my girlfriend's private parts. I only do it once in a while. Emotional intelligence comes first, lust comes second. To be sensual without being lewd—that's true mastery. By the heavens above, that's all!

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