[Urban] Lustful Mother's Hips (Complete) - 34-36

Chapter 351 (Final Chapter) – The Temptation of Camel Hump

"Ah…would this make you warmer?…Hmm…How about this?…Hmm…"

In the small room, he repeatedly defended his actions, his deep, gentle voice echoing from the four walls, clearly letting me hear his increasingly passionate breathing. At that moment, to avoid feeling cold, I couldn't resist letting him hold me, allowing him to do as he pleased, bringing me warmth…

"…Are you still cold?…"

He felt me almost motionless as his kiss landed, my small hands pressed against his furry armpits, as if trying to warm myself there. A pair of languid eyes floated within them—were I freezing to death, or intoxicated by his embrace? He simply ignored everything, deliberately breathing his warm breath onto my cheek before kissing me again.

"Mmm...uh...uh...brother...mmm...uh..."

He kissed me intermittently, then looked at the changes in my expression, which seemed intoxicated, even a little aroused by the kisses, as if waiting for a man to conquer me...

"Are you cold?...I think we can only continue like this...I'm getting cold too..."

His warm breath brushed against my cheek. Seeing that I still had vacant eyes and didn't answer, as if I had taken a sleeping pill, he thought I was still cold, so he pressed his two large arms against my back and rubbed them up and down...

"Ah...will this...will it feel better?...Your skin is so nice...smooth as silk..."

I was like a spineless plaything, gently twisting in his arms, my small hands gently pushing against his firm chest, but his two large arms neutralized my weak strength, and even pressed my perineum against the bulging flesh between his legs. Just as I was sitting on my older brother's "camel hump," gently struggling, Aben's lips slid to my neck...

"...Ah..."

Whoosh~ This soft, shy moan, how could the man not retract his even more powerful weapon upon hearing it, making the flesh in his arms scream even more terrified? This possessiveness, as if forcing the other to accept his impending explosion, caused his stubble and lips to scrape and kiss, creating a tingling, static-like sensation on my neck. Seeing me writhing weakly in his arms, I felt my genitals pressing against his slowly swelling penis, rubbing it from side to side. The squeezing and pressing pleasure made the two testicles in his scrotum excited as well. This provocative friction made him finally put down the "secret erotic book" that had stimulated him before, and bravely went for it again...

"...Ah...Brother...Ah...Hmm...Hmm..."

Whoosh~ This time the passionate kiss felt like needles pricking my stubble, but the hot lips, moist with a man's breath, made me arch my back and lean back. He saw my tense expression, as if I were being penetrated, and even my abdominal muscles felt my tense skin trembling slightly. My small hands gently pushed against his chest, but my fingers gripped his thick pectoral muscles, completely revealing the "tragic beauty" of a young boy powerless to resist. He went for it again, and I hummed in response, turning my neck to the side. Men are naturally most fond of conquering bodies that refuse; as long as he gained another advantage, the tender flesh in my arms would be forcibly taken by the man at will.

He roamed over my neck again and again, hearing my soft moans and gasps, seeing my pink nipples rising and falling alluringly on my fair skin. The color of those nipples almost convinced him I was a virgin. He continued his spree on my neck, hearing my cries of both love and fear as he kissed me, which was incredibly arousing. My writhing body seemed both too comfortable and too uncomfortable. These two sensual stimulations in the small room were making his blood boil. He saw me writhing, my waist weak and limp, as if I had never been held by a man before, and he wanted even more to pull out his erection and scare the little girl.

He slid from my neck to my earlobe, and suddenly, in the empty room, I let out a couple of moans of resistance, rising and falling with each kiss. The excited, yet also fearful, moaning sound of the kiss seemed to tell me how incredibly aroused I was by that one kiss, yet how it made me consciously want to struggle, only fueling the man's desire to show me his inexhaustible sexual power. Hearing those soft, breathy moans that ignited his desire, how could any man not display his masculinity? As he kissed me, the refreshing, intoxicating scent of youthful flesh wafted through his nostrils. Her silky skin made him want to ravage this young body. He pressed his advantage, another kiss, sliding back down my neck…

“Ah…”

This gasp, made my heart pound with desire, was both delicate and weak, yet it aroused his lust, making his heart race and his blood rush to a certain spot between his legs. Facing this young boy's virgin body, he felt a little nervous, unsure whether to be gentle or to regain his masculine strength to make me docile in his arms. Although my small hands gently pushed against his pectoral muscles, the moans I made were complex and hard to decipher. Was it a teasing urge, or was the little boy afraid of his older brother's mature penis? But no matter how complex the moans were, his large penis still throbbed and swelled fiercely beneath my perineum.

At that moment, his heart was pounding and his lungs were racing. Hearing my moans of fear and desire, he felt embarrassed but almost unable to resist, falling helplessly into the abyss of male-male lust, unable to extricate himself. This firsthand experience was far more intense than the erotic novels he had just read. He really wanted to try making love with a weak little boy, to see if it would be like in the novels, even more alluring, bringing him an orgasm he had never experienced before. Besides, the body in his arms was still cold, like a body drugged during a festival, waiting for a man's bolder advances, and for him to unleash his hotter gunpowder into this cold flesh. He immediately tightened his arms and began kissing my neck, ears, and cheeks...

"Ah... Brother... Ah... Ah... Brother... Ah... No..."

"...Brother will warm you up... Don't you want to?... Come on... I'm cold too... Let's keep warm together... Mmm... Mmm... Don't be afraid... Mmm... We must... Mmm... Be warm... Mmm... We can't die here... Mmm..."

Ah Ben explained confidently, but his whole body was warm, how could he be cold?

"Ah... Mmm... Brother... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... You... Mmm... So warm... Ah..."

"Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... So slippery... Mmm... I'm cold too... But this will warm you up... Mmm..."

Under my perineum was no longer my older brother's soft, fluffy ball, but a rod-like object that was excitedly thrusting and getting harder and harder.

He used a bit of force, his large arm pressing down on my soft waist. One of his warm hands, which had been stroking my back, suddenly slipped slightly inside my waistband, grasping the roundest, most prominent curve of my buttocks…

“Wow…you…you really have such tender skin all over…mmm…mmm…mmm…”

The older brother, used to touching his own rough skin, felt the smooth curve of his flesh against his palm, which made his heart pound. I blushed with embarrassment, my waist twisting uncontrollably, moaning softly as his stubble tickled and stung my skin. Seeing that I refused to share his smooth skin, his rough lips immediately pressed down on me, his nostrils flaring with warm, seductive breaths. I tilted my head back, letting him kiss me as he pleased.

Holding this weak, tender body in his arms, trapped in the cold, cramped room, he already knew what he was about to do. The storage room seemed to have transformed into his private love nest before Friday's frenzy, and the most peculiar one of his life. The cold, icy feeling allowed him to go with the flow, rubbing against me, his arms wrapped around my waist, forearms supporting my back, one hand lasciviously caressing my bouncy little buttocks…

“Mmm…your skin is so nice…mmm…mmm…is your kiss warm, brother?…mmm…mmm…”

“Mmm…brother…mmm…mmm…mmm…”

“Mmm…I really want to try fucking you…mmm…”

"Ugh...no...ugh...I...I'm a boy...ugh...don't...ah...ugh..."

"Ugh...ugh...I'm freezing...ugh...I never imagined you were so tender and smooth...ugh...ugh..."

He was breathing more and more rapidly, his heart pounding in sync with the pulse on his penis. The cool, slippery skin beneath his arms, his waist twisting slightly from side to side, his perineum pressing against his erect penis, rubbing back and forth. This frightened yet delicate little body instantly aroused him, his arms rubbing against my skin with a "sizzling" sound. Seeing me arch my back, tilt my head back, and writhe weakly, moaning as he kissed me so intensely, my pink nipples, erect from the cold, were incredibly tempting…

“Ah…ah…what…what…don’t…ah ah…ah ah…”

“Mmm…you sound so good…mmm…brother wants…want to fuck you…mmm…mmm…come on…let’s get warm…mmm…”

The more I twisted and turned, the more his hot lips tugged at my nipples. He couldn’t hold back any longer, using his nimble tongue to tease and rub my nipples with a seductive, aphrodisiac touch, circling around their edges. Seeing me moaning and groaning, pushing against his collarbone and pectoral muscles with my hands, sometimes pushing against his cheeks, my face, so like I was being raped, only fueled his desire to conquer me. He suddenly stubbled the coarsest hairs on his face and scraped my nipple...

"Ah...ah...ah...brother...ah...no...ah...it's so...so itchy..."

352 – Unruly Vagina

"Ah...ah...ah...brother...ah...no...ah...it's so...so itchy..."

The older brother really knew how to get the other person aroused. He alternately sucked on this nipple and scraped it, and suddenly my two little nipples were being gently bitten and pricked by his stubble, before he slid down to my cleavage and impulsively kissed the tip of my chin. This forceful kiss, full of male desire, was so intense and provocative that it made me moan and groan, my little hands gripping his shoulders inside his shirt in fear, tilting my head back to let him kiss my sensitive spot. I thought men just kissed my nipples and neck repeatedly, but I never imagined that my older brother's rich experience with women would work on me so well. In just a moment, his kisses made my whole body go weak, turning my fear into anticipation, and making me crave more surprises from him. His kisses made my chest heave and pant.

He saw up close that my muscles were trembling every now and then, my pores were dilated, and this alluring and fragrant body made me both nervous and afraid. I twisted helplessly in his arms, pushing him away in a daze, and I really needed a man's gentle teasing to become aroused. Given my young age, he assumed I was a virgin who had never experienced sex. His mouth immediately began to kiss me gently and wildly, his hot breath spraying all over me, then sliding back to my nipples, using all the tricks of a man's lust: hooking, teasing, flicking, pricking, thrusting, sucking, biting, and pulling, making my vagina secrete fluids and gradually become wet. He felt my small hands still pushing me away, and suddenly kissed my collarbone area, even grabbing one of my arms and kissing my slippery armpit and the inside of my arm...

"Brother... ah... no... ah... ah... ah... um... um... ah..."

A soft moan escaped his lips, shy yet on the verge of collapse, on the verge of losing himself; his trembling breaths carried a hint of burning lust. Hearing these seductive moans of a man's advances, Ben's penis throbbed even more violently. With each moan, his shaft excitedly hardened within his taut underwear, making his erection feel unbearably hard and painful. The pleasure of the kisses made me dizzy, and I suddenly remembered that I was here for a photoshoot; how could I possibly have a physical relationship with a male customer? My two small arms gently held his cheeks, trying to push him away, but he sucked hard on my nipple, his mouth sliding down to my slippery armpit.

"Ah... um... ah... no... um... it tickles... ah... um... it tickles..."

"Mmm... you sound so good... mmm... keep calling... mmm... brother's calling makes me hard... mmm... mmm... just like a girl... mmm... mmm..."

Hearing this trembling moan, a mixture of love and fear, the man's heart and lungs were instantly stirred. He panted, sticking out his tongue, tightening his arms, pulling my upper body back, kissing my cleavage. He seemed to know I was still cold, occasionally sucking on my saliva-covered nipple, quickly teasing it...

"Ah... ah... um... um... brother... um... um..."

This sudden silence in my moans sounded like resistance. He smelled the aphrodisiac scent of young flesh wafting past my nose as I writhed. His large penis swelled up under my perineum, as if it were growing larger and larger again.

"Ah...ah...brother...ah...no...um...um..."

Hearing such close, seductive moans in the small room, he immediately became unrestrained, teasing my armpits again. I was just about to push him away when my little hands went weak, and I hugged his head, as if I wanted his invasion. My cries were filled with fear and a ticklish giggle. I scratched his hair and ears hard with my fingers, as if I was about to resist. But the moment my armpits and nipples were teased, he felt that I was weak and powerless. My eyes rolled back, my neck turned to the side, and my hands hugged his head tightly instead.

This body, aroused to the point of ecstasy and gradually collapsing, he knew that a virgin's nipples were especially sensitive, so he sucked and licked them forcefully, his rough fingers trembling with excitement as he caressed the curves of my alluring waist and hips…

“Mmm…so smooth…mmm…I didn’t expect you…mmm…to smell so good…come on…mmm…”

“Ah…brother…ah…no…can’t…ah…this…mmm…ah…mmm…”

He kissed my lips again, causing me to twist my buttocks violently, my perineum rubbing against his hard penis. He was ready to have a rare male-on-male lovemaking session with me. But when he heard me moan and say “we can’t do this,” he used an even more “ruthless” move. His two large arms pressed down on my back, his hands grabbing my pair of firm, youthful buttocks inside my waistband, making me hug him tighter and tighter. He felt my small hands were cool, no longer icy, but still needing a man's forceful touch to warm them up...

"Ah!...Ah-ha..."

A sudden scream, followed by complete silence in the room. My small body was powerless to resist, only tense breathing and a soft, teasing "Ah-ha" could be heard, finally forcing me into the sea of sexual passion. What was it all about? Taking advantage of my ecstatic writhing, he moved three times: first, lifting my little buttocks; second, pulling out his large, throbbing penis that had been simmering in his underwear; third, grabbing my right hand and holding his throbbing, incredibly hot cannon. His three swift movements showed that I, a little boy, had never held a mature, alluring penis like an older brother before. In the cold storage room, it seemed that this penis was the only thing that kept me from leaving, and I held its warmth for comfort.

He saw my neck go limp, my eyes bulging from the heat of his penis, as if I were terrified out of my wits by his virility. And the moment it emerged from my underwear, the shaft was at its hottest, carrying the force of an immediate, erect erection. He deliberately contracted his lower body muscles, his thick, hard, fiery-hot cannon causing my small hands to constantly adjust the angles a man could reach, sending shivers of pleasure through my heart. He held my small hands for a while, not letting me leave this penis that felt like a hand warmer…

“Come…hold this…brother’s…mmm…mmm…is it hot enough?…Hmm? The hottest part of brother’s body is this…mmm…mmm…”

“Ah…ah…ah…hot…hot…ah…brother…mmm…mmm…”

After whispering those words in my ear with a flirtatious yet tender tone, he began kissing my skin wildly, leaving behind the dampness of his saliva and the scratching of his stubble. I shivered from the cold, and my small hands unconsciously gripped his warm member tightly for warmth. I couldn't resist his masculinity and gently stroked it up and down, feeling several thick erectile tissues pulsating, displaying their contracting and expanding masculine power. Its aphrodisiac heat was so irresistible that I couldn't shake it off. My mind even imagined it inside me, the heat making my little hole warm and burning from the friction...

"Ah... Brother... Ah... No... Ah... It's so big... Ah..."

"Hmm... Come on... What are you afraid of... Since no one is coming to save us, we'll just have to do it... Hmm... Be good... Hold on... Right... Hmm... Is it hard? Hmm?... Hmm... This is the only way to save your life... Hmm... Come on... Brother knows you're a virgin... Hmm... I'll be gentle... Hmm... Hmm... It smells so good..."

He must have seen my whole body was pink and tender, still childish, and assumed I was a virgin. Taking advantage of being innocently trapped in the cold storage, he felt justified in entangled with me, even forcing me to hold his erect, extremely excited thick penis, as if I was about to taste the rarely described male-male sex in the brothel. Men love to flaunt their mature, large penises in front of children. Startled, my small hand instinctively grasped his slightly wet glans—whoosh! This only fueled his arousal, and he immediately retaliated, caressing the alluring lines of my back…

“Mmm…such a small waist…mmm…smooth skin…mmm…it must be so tight inside…mmm…mmm…”

He inhaled my scent, kissed my neck and the back of my ears, and breathed heavily on my skin. He was tense; the body before him was so alluring and seductive. His mind was filled with erotic tales of wedding nights and tender embraces, how men could manipulate the soft, sensual flesh beneath his arms. The stimulating descriptions of erotic literature had emboldened him; he wanted to see how much pleasure a young boy's sphincter could give him. The thought of ejaculating, his hard cock firmly gripped in her throbbing, sucking flesh, gushing out more and more like a flood, excited him more and more, and he suddenly became rough...

"Ah...no...don't take it off...ah...ah...brother...ah..."

A series of soft, weak moans escaped his lips; the more I resisted, the more excited he became. I was terrified and flung my hands away from his hot rod, pushing against his chest and shoulders through his open shirt. Was I deliberately teasing him, or was I genuinely afraid of my older brother's invincible cock? Seeing me pushing and screaming, my waist slid smoothly against his rough, muscular abs, Ben felt a surge of rape-like excitement. The memory of his cock prying and teasing inside my little slit, making the head of his cock swell with pleasure, made him want to immediately pin me to the ground and fuck me to his heart's content. But the tender, smooth flesh beneath his arms filled him with both shame and fear. Her skin was flushed, her cheeks like pink apples, and a sweet, aphrodisiac scent wafted from her. If he were to roughly thrust into this delicate body, he would be fucked to death.

He suppressed his urge to rape, his breathing becoming increasingly excited. He tightened his arms, pressing his hard penis against my lower abdomen, its long shaft reaching above my navel. He kissed my neck and the base of my chin wildly, and I, seemingly resisting, tilted my head back, moaning softly, accepting his passionate kisses. My upper body went limp again and again in his large arms. This body was gradually becoming ecstatic, and his kisses grew more and more impulsive, his mouth possessing a masculine wildness, determined to make me willing to accept his advances. He was panting heavily, his chest muscles pressing against my forearms. He slipped his hands into my waistband, his large, hot, wet hands gripping my buttocks. His thick wrists pushed down my waistband, exposing my soft, white buttocks as if they were peeling off my pants.

"No... ah... ah... brother... don't touch me... ah..."

My big brother held my two firm, bouncy buttocks in his hands, just like he was grabbing a woman's breasts, but these buttocks had a firmer, more fleshy texture than a woman's breasts. He rubbed my little bottom with both hands, kissing my ear as he did so…

“Mmm…come on…mmm…what are you afraid of?…mmm…it’s all exposed…mmm…awkward…mmm…is it cold holding me, brother?…mmm…mmm…”

He saw me struggling and wriggling against his chest and abdomen, so he spread my little bottom apart with his large hands, extended his right middle finger, and pressed it against my anus. I immediately stopped all movement, but my chest heaved even more seductively, as if my older brother had pointed a gun at my vitals. My anus immediately contracted inward a few times, gently sucking on his finger. He stared blankly at me as my face flushed and my head lowered. Wow! This shy and frightened expression, like someone waiting to be deflowered, as I nestled softly against his neck, made the older brother feel his full masculinity, causing him to pant heavily. If a man didn’t seize this opportunity, he would be wasting a moment of passion. He tightened his arms around my waist and back, forcefully kissing my cheek, then sliding his fingers towards my lips…

“Mmm…first time?…Mmm…brother loves to fuck shy ones…mmm…so tempting…mmm…”

“Mmm…mmm…brother…mmm…ah…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…”

His fingers began to mischievously circle the folds of my anus, scaring me so much that I pushed him away, moaning softly in his ear: “Ah…no…ah…mmm…mmm…mmm…it will…it will hurt…mmm…mmm…ah…”

Wow~ The more I heard these trembling moans of fear, the more excited and hardened A-Ben felt his penis between his legs, which was already starting to ache. He was panting heavily, his chest muscles emitting a rough, aphrodisiac scent that made me fall softly into his arms.

He saw that I suddenly seemed willing to do anything, pressed against him, letting him kiss me all he wanted. One arm was around my waist, while he kissed my ear, his wet tongue immediately teasing my ear canal, his fingers continuing to gently swirl around my anus, making my legs tremble with ticklishness. I was panting heavily, my whole body held so tightly that I couldn't move, only my neck could twist, but his hot, wet mouth was chasing after me. His dark, stubble would prick me here and there, making me gasp repeatedly. Suddenly, he wrapped one arm around my waist, kissing my face and neck wantonly, while his other hand seemed to be touching something. Suddenly, there was a "thump" sound...

"Mmm... There's plenty of oil here... Mmm... Enough to fuck you for a lifetime... Mmm... Mmm..."

"Ah... No... No... Mmm... Brother... Mmm... Brother... Ah ha... Ah... Ah ha..."

Unexpectedly, he inserted several fingers into the wide-mouthed oil bottle, dipped them in salad oil, and gently stuffed them into my little anus...

"Ah ha!... Brother... Ah... No... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Ah..."

When Aben saw me arch my back and arch my upper body, unable to escape his big arm, he took the opportunity to insert his entire middle finger...

"Ah ah... Ah... Ah ha... No... No... Don't... Ah... Mmm..."

Whoosh~ The tightness inside was beyond his imagination, it was like a ball of aphrodisiac fire. Just one finger could feel the layers of tender flesh inside, warm and soft, trembling and squeezing, every now and then it fiercely sucked in his entire finger, but then the fingertip felt the tender flesh deep inside squeeze out. He could almost imagine the "consequences" of inserting it inside, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste the boy's anus. He gently twisted his fingers, scraping them lightly against the trembling, taut flesh. Suddenly, he inserted two more fingers. Seeing me writhing in agony, moaning and groaning, twisting wildly in his arms, my small hands stroking and pushing against his chest muscles beneath his white shirt, my moans and groans were mesmerizing and seductive. I seemed terrified, my little buttocks twitching incessantly...

"Ugh... if you don't behave, I'm going to get hard... ugh... do you want to freeze to death here..."

I was too scared to refuse anymore, knowing that when my older brother got rough, the force between his legs was something a little bottom couldn't resist. Plus, I had just held his big penis, knowing it was at least six inches and thick. He leered closer, wrapping his arms around my neck, inhaling my boyish scent, while simultaneously breathing his warm, masculine body heat onto my skin, exchanging breaths with me. I was instantly aroused by his tenderness, almost burning with desire...

“…Brother…please…please don’t be rough…mmm…mmm…”

A soft, trembling sound, as light as a mosquito's thread, filled the small room, as if pleading for tenderness. He tightened his arms around me, wanting me to know how gentle and fierce my older brother was. I heard his large penis twitch again, and the storage room instantly became his veritable brothel.

He immediately clung to me, the strength of his arms making my whole body go limp. He showered my neck and cheeks with passionate kisses, his excited, panting breath spraying hotly onto me…

“Mmm…mmm…your little asshole…mmm…is pitifully small…mmm…brother will take it…mmm…come…brother will warm your body…mmm…so slippery…mmm…”

He had just finished speaking when he lifted my little buttocks and flicked out two fingers, shoving salad oil into my hand…

“Wipe some on brother…mmm…ah…”

He seemed afraid I would resist, his arms never leaving my waist and little buttocks, kissing my shoulders and neck. Seeing his robust and powerful body, I helplessly enjoyed his passionate kisses while my small hands stroked his hard, trembling penis up and down, applying salad oil to it. The backs of my fingers brushed against his thick, coarse pubic hair, making a seductive, lewd sound. His hot, hard, and thick shaft, the moment my small hand touched the glans, made his penis throb with excitement, like a rocket launcher tied to the ground, constantly rising and elongating. This erect sexual force, the elongated shaft pulling the foreskin under the frenulum further and further back, revealing the entire red, wet glans…

“Mmm…rub…rub here…mmm…no…the glans…ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…”

“Mmm…mmm…don’t…mmm…ah…ah…this…here…”

The increasingly hot, thick penis brought me an extremely warm and aphrodisiac pleasure, making me love it. My little finger, greasy, gently rubbed the edge of the glans, my thumb lightly gliding across the frenulum. Suddenly, I felt weak from his kisses, and my two little fingers gently slid down to the sides of his penis, touching the most erect and hairy part of his shaft—whoosh! My older brother was suddenly grasped by my little hand at the throbbing base, how could he resist this provocative rub? He gasped excitedly, his penis throbbing with an itchy throbbing. But he really loved these teasing fingers, and his arms relaxed my waist slightly. I was afraid of his thickness, so I vigorously rubbed salad oil on him. The hard, hot, throbbing penis in my small hand told me that my older brother's penis, like Tommy's, had a large glans and a slightly thinner shaft.

I couldn't suppress the pleasure from his kisses, and my small hand weakly slid down to his hairy base, the throbbing pulse making me almost want to wrap it around him. But suddenly he grabbed my hand…

“Mmm… touch brother's glans… mmm… don't be afraid… brother will let you touch it… ahh… so good… mmm…”

But with his hard, powerful penis, I was afraid of revealing my homosexuality, so I trembled and lightly touched and rubbed the surface of the glans, pretending not to know how to touch a man's glans…

“Come… here… ahhh… yes… ahhh… burning hot… ah… again… ah… ah…”

He impatiently whispered in my ear, instructing me on how to touch a man's glans. Hearing his aphrodisiac instructions, and imagining his throbbing, thick penis soon thrusting into my little hole, I felt weak all over, blushing and lowering my head. I looked at his glans, which I had touched until it was red, and heard him teasingly whispering in my ear, "Ah... under the glans... ah ah... so clever... ah hehe... one... one lesson and you understand... ah... yes... these two... hehe... don't stop... ah... rub... here... ah..."

It felt like the first time I had touched a man's glans. Under his guidance, my little finger gently rotated and stroked the red, oily glans, the corona, and the sulcus. My finger brushed against the small fleshy buds and the two clitoral hoods, making him squint and pant heavily. His penis bounced up and down on my finger, then returned to it. After only a few moments of touching him, a large drop of clear, lustful fluid immediately seeped from the tip of his penis. I was a little excited. I gently slid two fingers down his thick shaft, revealing a long, erect penis. I pressed my fingers firmly against the shaft, sliding them up and down to gently pull off his foreskin. The bulging shaft was covered with the veins of a man's excitement, and the penis trembled slightly...

"Hold it... Ah!... Your hands are so soft... Mmm... Touch it up and down... Is brother hot... Hmm?... Mmm..."

"Ah... Ah... Brother... It's throbbing... Ah... Mmm... Mmm... Hot... Hot... Mmm..."

In the small room, these extremely provocative and aphrodisiac whispers, he wanted me to hold his hard penis and stroke his manhood up and down. The heat and throbbing of his penis made my heart pound with each pull...

"... Mmm... Mmm... Take off brother's shirt... Mmm... Come on... Don't be afraid... Mmm..."

His seductive and deep male voice made me feel like I was hypnotized, but my mind longed for someone to come to my rescue, but there was still no sound from outside the door. My little hands could finally leave his throbbing, teasing penis, sliding smoothly from his hot, throbbing pectoral muscles to his broad shoulders, like pulling back a curtain to reveal the beautiful curves of his muscular body. Seeing the older brother's strong but not too big pectoral muscles and thick arms, my heart pounded even harder. But I also felt extremely embarrassed because, having just taken off his shirt, he was asking me in a seductive masculine voice to pull down his trousers and underwear, down to his hairy calves.

Only then did I see with my own eyes the entire magnificent manhood between his legs, a thick, dark pubic hair, a rocket cannon as thick as three or four fingers put together, its veins clearly visible. The large, red glans proudly revealed the fleshy mounds spread apart by the ties, standing proudly, as if to say that its roundness could effortlessly penetrate the tight little hole. Hanging from the base of the anti-aircraft gun was a man's powder keg, concealed by dark pubic hair. Two swollen testicles seemed brimming with something, as if ready to fire a water cannon at the unruly little hole.

He saw my look of fear and envy, as if he had never imagined a mature man could have so much wild hair between his legs, and his penis was frighteningly thick. My eyes, filled with both fear and longing, only excited him more. He deliberately straightened his thick, powerful "fishing rod" and grinned wickedly at me...

"Haven't you ever seen a man's body before? Come on... don't be afraid! How will you get warm if you don't take it off?"

Suddenly, he forcefully ripped off my pants, and I immediately lost my balance, lying on my back on his lap. His lightning-fast hands tore off my shoes and underwear. Luckily, he was afraid I would get cold, so he left my shirt on. Still cold, I immediately straightened up, and he opened his arms and pulled me into his warm embrace. His muscles, warm and elastic, made me both love and hate them…

“…Mmm…Your body smells so good…Mmm…Are you warm, brother?…Mmm…Mmm…”

“…Mmm…Mmm…Mmm…Mmm…Warm…Mmm…Mmm…Mmm…”

When Ah Ben saw that I was cold, he took the initiative to hug him tightly, his two snowy arms hooked behind his neck, his whole body pressed against his chest for warmth, his two lips, breathing a man’s aphrodisiac breath, suddenly wrapped around my neck, and then slid down to the tip of my chin, and I immediately tilted my head back and moaned…

“Ah…Ah ah…No…Mmm…Mmm…No…Don’t kiss here…Mmm…”

But my older brother had found my pleasure point, so I had to test whether that erotic novel in the Hidden Spring Pavilion was really a lie. Hearing my moans, which sounded like my whole body was itching and I couldn't resist, really enraged my older brother, who kissed me wildly. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my neck, panting, and said, "...You...mmm...you sound so good...mmm...moan...mmm...moan as much as you want...mmm...no one will hear...mmm...touch my thing...mmm..."

His kisses made my whole body go limp, and he especially loved kissing the base of my chin, sliding down to my ear. His two wet lips, with their powerful tongues, licked and sucked, stimulating me, making me tilt my head back and arch my back to give in to his forceful kisses. He felt my limp body almost arching backward, and his two warm arms tightened around my back, roaming freely over my neck and even my chest, kissing me wildly. The extreme temperatures made me shiver, my small hands unable to resist the urge for his even warmer member, its throbbing pulse making me clutch it tightly in my palm. He became excited, shaking off my small hands, grabbing my buttocks, and gently lifting it up. His hard, erect penis sprang forth, sliding towards my perineum, the large glans pointing towards that alluring, concave area.

"Ah...no...don't do this...ah...ah...ah ah..."

353 – Big Brother's Matchstick

"Ah...no...don't do this...ah...ah...ah ah..."

Whoosh~ This soft and weak scream made Ben's heart race, and his cannon hardened even more. Seeing my helpless and frightened expression as I was about to be penetrated, it truly satisfied his psychological desire for conquest and possession, fantasizing about the pleasure of thrusting his rod in later. His brute force made my little buttocks and perineum teasingly ride his powerfully erect cannon. He vigorously grabbed my little buttocks, lifting and lowering them, making me feel like I was playing on a seesaw, pressing down on his powerful cannon again and again. The glans, covered in salad oil, immediately oozed the semen of male intercourse from the red meatus. Moreover, the tip of the glans rubbed against the curves on both sides of the anus, the slippery skin creating waves of tingling and trembling sexual pleasure for the man. He grew even more eager, tightening his arms around me, pressing my chest and abdomen against his…

“Come… brother will warm your whole body… mmm…”

He held me tightly, stood up, kissing me as he flung away everything hanging from his feet, leaving me completely naked. He lifted me up until my buttocks were just at the height of his erect penis, gently inserting the large glans. The sudden, complete traction and subsequent drop, the sexual force like a slapping, a thrusting sensation, made me moan and groan softly, struggling with my little hands, thrashing and scratching. In that passionate moment, the older brother thought for a moment; if he thrust in all at once, he would never again hear those seductive, heart-pounding moans. He teased my little cleft with great enthusiasm, then slowly pressed me against the wall, his forearms against it, letting the warmth of his arms feel against my back. His upper arms held my two swinging thighs, rubbing his large penis against my vulva, anus, and buttocks, before thrusting it in with his elastic, masculine muscles…

“Ah…brother…ah…ah…uh…no…ah ah…okay…ah uh…uh…uh…uh…”

The more I struggled and blushed, the more my older brother seemed determined to unleash his full masculine power. He kissed me so hard I couldn’t say no. Embracing his warm body, I began to lose all reason. My body craved a man, but my reason still reminded me that I was at work, not having sex with a male customer. He stood and swayed his hips, his two strong, hairy thighs moving up and down, his hard penis rubbing faster and faster. His hard penis was like a Chinese longsword, pressed against my perineum, waving back and forth, left and right, still decorated with the hairy tip of the hilt, rubbing against me until I gasped and moaned.

The moment his glans brushed against my anus, he saw me dazed from the heat of his powerful shaft, whimpering and whimpering as I gently wiggled my tempting little bottom in his arms. He knew that once his fiery rod plunged in, I would stop struggling…

“Mmm… Brother, this… mmm… makes your whole body feel hot… mmm… come on…”

He lifted me up with both hands, his greasy, hot, hard rod ready to thrust into the narrow “track” of my anus…

“Ah…”, “Ah ha…”

The first direct contact between our genitals immediately produced a scream of fear and weakness, a heart-pounding gasp, and another deep, powerful male panting, echoing in the small room like stereo. The older brother thought his rock-hard rod would be able to completely cover me, enjoying the “penetrating” sexual pleasure that the “Hidden Spring Pavilion” talked about. Unexpectedly, his oversized glans, excessively excited and dripping with slippery male fluid, caused the small slit to contract and tighten in fear, allowing the entire glans to slide rapidly forward into the buttocks.

Whoosh! The large, thin, matchstick-like penis between the older brother's legs, its red-hot glans instantly ignited like a swollen gunpowder ball at the tip of a match, hissing as it was struck, igniting a man's lust. And now, unable to penetrate, he yearned even more to thrust inside, determined to taste how a young boy's inside would pound his manhood…

“Come on… don't be afraid… brother… mmm… be gentle this time… mmm… let me in… mmm… do you want some warmth… mmm…”

“Ah… no… ah… brother… ah… no… I… mmm… don't… mmm… mmm…”

The older brother, used to having sex with women, knew all too well the submissive mentality of this woman who said no but deliberately wiggled her buttocks between his legs, adjusting the angle of his erect penis, the desire within, yet maintained a reserved expression. He lifted my little buttocks again with both arms, and his hard, erect penis bounced up and down twice before stiffening into a majestic angle, pressing against my anus. That forceful, gun-like penis instantly made me weak all over; I knew I was about to be enveloped by my older brother's hot rod. My twisting neck was met with his passionate kisses. My small hands gripped his shoulders tightly, pushing him away with trembling hands. But seeing the terrified expression on my face as his penis pressed against me, Ah Ben felt he had been too rough with the young boy. He pressed my waist against his chest and abdomen again, lowered his head, and gently licked my nipples…

“No… ah… no… touch… ah… ah ah… don’t touch… ah… ah…”

“Ugh… is brother too… ugh… too bad?… ugh… I didn’t expect you to… ugh…”

I thought he would let go of me, but instead, while sucking on my nipples, he lifted my buttocks with both hands, letting his large glans just touch my anus. His hot shaft pressed against my perineum, making me feel as if my whole body was being supported by his burning cannon. My soft body felt a little pressed down, and I felt his penis throbbing and stretching slightly, trying to penetrate my anus. I was so scared that I kept contracting and tightening my little slit.

Wow~ A man's glans loves to be gently bitten and sucked by a seemingly afraid yet yearning little anus, making it unbearably itchy. He can feel a warm, wet, and erotic sensation inside, and the thought of his own large penis oozing juices makes the older brother's impulsive hands tremble. He's holding a young boy with delicate, smooth skin and a fragrant aroma, and he remembers the moment his glans brushed against the small crack, feeling the tight, firm, yet pitifully small, wrinkled flesh. Seeing my waist arched from the kiss, my neck twisting, my small hands weakly pushing against his chest, my face contorted in a violated state, yet my little bottom sticking out at an alluring angle to resist penetration, my moans a mixture of fear and pleasure, making his large penis throb with excitement. If he hadn't been so impulsive earlier, causing his glans to slip out, he would have already experienced what male-male lovemaking feels like. He lifted my little butt again…

“Ah…”

“Ah…you…you’re so tight…uh…”

Whoosh~ With a thrust, my slender waist and little anus trembled and twisted, and the slippery, bright red glans, under the twisting motion, “popped” into the folds of flesh that seemed to burst open. The glans was fearfully pressed against the small crack, and he immediately remembered the description of the sphincter muscles in the “Hidden Spring Pavilion” earlier. The experience of personally fucking him at this moment was definitely even more intense, and he wanted to thrust even deeper. The size of his glans made me twist my little butt and waist in fear, and I pushed hard against the big brother’s bulging pectoral muscles with both hands, my moans and groans were half shy and half wanton, and in my struggling little anus, the big brother’s glans, covered with semen and salad oil, twisted and turned like a hat.

“Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh whoosh…”

In my moment of terror, I suddenly heard the older brother's peculiar moan. Normally, boys would only gasp and moan, but he was making soft, gurgling sounds in his throat, as if he'd never tasted such a tight little hole before, and was marveling at it. At that moment, I felt both love and fear. The small opening gripped his thickest part, tensely sucking and contracting, but the tender flesh inside was resisting, trying to squeeze out the older brother's sweaty glans. Even before he was fully inside, I could feel the warm, slightly moist flesh writhing tightly against me. His hard penis touched this tight, elastic hole, sending shivers of tingling sensations through his glans, tugging at his sexual nerves. His legs trembled uncontrollably, his knees occasionally hitting the wall with a "thud." The more unsteady he became, the more his muscles pressed down on me, making me feel like I was dying.

"Don't squeeze... mmm... you're squeezing me so hard... wow... damn... wow... it feels like... pliers... mmm... wow..."

"Ah ha... brother... mmm... don't... ah... mmm... umm... ah... mmm... don't go in... mmm..."

Seeing that I was still struggling a bit, he suppressed his urge to climax, affectionately hugged my little buttocks, pushing back and forth, letting his fiery glans gently bump against my trembling anus. Layer upon layer of warm, tender flesh clung to his glans, seemingly dripping with fluid, making a "drip-drip" sound as they rubbed together. With his glans being pressed against me, his heart was pounding wildly, his legs trembling, and intense pleasure surged from his glans.

He mischievously thrust in, and a soft, agonizing sound rang out. His hard penis bent slightly inside the tightly closed little hole, feeling as if he were being tortured to the point of death, almost bursting out of his semen at the shallow part of my anus. But my older brother's rich sexual experience meant that the more forceful the thrusts, the more his penis would last. He needed to thoroughly indulge in the pleasure of this rare, delicate body before unleashing his full power. He immediately puffed out his chest, displaying his masculinity...

"Mmm... good girl... brother put it in... mmm... you'll warm up... mmm... be good... mmm... don't make me force myself on you... mmm..."

He groped and fondled my buttocks with his hands, kissing my neck and cheeks...

"Ah... brother... no... ah... so... so hard... ah... mmm... ah... ah..."

Whoosh~ In the small room, one was forcing himself on me, the other shyly and helplessly resisting, making the soft, seductive sounds of their bodies hitting the wall before intercourse, the small buttocks twisting in panic, clamping the hard glans between the man's legs, making a trembling sound of their lewd union. He kissed my neck and cheeks passionately, inhaling my youthful scent, listening to my high-pitched moans—"So hard!"—praising his virility, making Ah Ben even more eager to thrust in. I felt not only the hardness of his penis but also the heat emanating from it. He immediately raised his cannon and aimed, his penis, throbbing with pleasure, stretching wildly outside my little slit. I could feel the power of his "one-finger technique," causing the base to throb and lengthen, pointing towards my little slit.

"Ah...no...ah...brother...ah...please...ah...no...don't go in...ah...come in...ah..."

Hearing my moans, seemingly untouched, as my penis pounded against him, and seeing my blushing, frightened expression as I writhed in front of him and within his arms, he felt a pang of pity for me. Holding a virgin's body, he wanted to be a gentle man, letting his large glans and thick, hot penis burn me until I fainted between his legs. But the pleasure of his glans almost forced him to unleash a fierce and ruthless masculine force. My body was weak, my forearms sometimes tightly hooked behind his neck, sometimes fiercely gripping his thick, powerful back muscles to support my limp body. This face, bewildered by being penetrated, both afraid and envious of his older brother's penis, how could a man have even a trace of womanly tenderness, only gentleness? Did it really take an hour to penetrate all the way in?

"Ugh... good girl... don't be afraid... ugh... it will hurt for a while... come on... bear with it... ugh..."

Seeing his eyes a little bloodshot, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist and back, not letting me twist, I knew that my older brother was going to ruthlessly thrust his proud, hard cock inside me. I braced myself for the heavy penetration, but he deliberately lingered gently on my neck, which was still damp from his kisses, for a while, kissing me until I was completely mesmerized. I never imagined that I would be enduring the heavy, solid thrusts of my older brother. His simultaneous movements—his mouth and nose pressed against my cheek; his nostrils exhaled a warm, rough breath like a man penetrating; his arms pressed tightly against my buttocks; he let out a loud groan, "Plop!"...

"Ah!... Ah... Ah... Ah ha..."

"Whoosh... Whoosh whoosh... Ah..."

The small room, which had been filled with tense, seductive breathing, was suddenly filled with the moans of their intense sexual intercourse. The moment my older brother inserted his penis into my little hole, the foreskin behind the glans was first squeezed and flipped back by the tight little slit, the frenulum twitching unbearably. Then, the entire glans was pushed in by the painful, squeezed little hole, the pleasure making his legs tremble and bend. He immediately pressed me against the wall, his legs thumping against the wall and the cardboard boxes on either side. The sound of a man eagerly trying to penetrate my flesh, his chest muscles bulging as he pressed down, made me, who was being penetrated by his big penis, groan in front of him, my cries like sobs, broken and intermittent. It was only because of the big penis being forcefully pushed into the tight little slit in segments that I could hear this kind of moaning, feeling both pain and being stretched to the point of fullness.

But when a man's penis is aroused, he loves to hear this kind of moaning, hard and throbbing penis. The more ecstatic the moans of conquest and possession he felt as his penis penetrated her body, the more it fueled his masculinity. He paused, feeling his foreskin begin to slide into my opening, but the head of his penis was being sucked by my wet, throbbing clitoris, causing most of his shaft to stretch and stand erect with pleasure. Why was this older brother's penis so powerful? The teasing made me feel both pain and pleasure as I enveloped him. Not yet accustomed to it, I used my buttocks to prop up the half-inserted penis from side to side, thrusting my hips up and down. Whoosh~ This frantic struggle and twisting caused a tingling, static-like sensation to run through his large, red glans. He immediately hardened his heart, determined to fuck her until her pubic hair was completely exposed. With a "plop,"...

"Ah!... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

This time, he panted as he kissed the base of my chin, using all his masculine strength to thrust. He pushed upwards with his thighs, and I heard the seductive panting as his rod pierced deep into my heart, followed by weak, intermittent, alluring moans. The sensation of his large glans being breached, the feeling of the foreskin being pulled back by the tight flesh, and the burning sensation of his glans penetrating into the tight, wet flesh. The moment his hard, slippery shaft entered, the entire shaft was rubbed by a ring of tight, elastic sphincter muscles, sending waves of tingling, almost unbearable pleasure through my entire body. As his penis throbbed, I could feel it vibrating and squeezing inside the small crevice.

I saw him tilt my head back, moaning softly, my little hands pushing and grabbing helplessly at his chest and shoulders, my eyes completely filled with a languid ecstasy from his large penis, my pupils rolling back and forth, my expression a mixture of pain and blissful ecstasy. It was clear that his hot penis was filling me up with a pleasurable fullness inside. Those rings of tender flesh, slightly glistening with precum, squeezed and squeezed, sometimes providing a dual stimulation to the penis. As the little anus sucked into the hairy base, the rings of tender flesh in the center squeezed as if trying to push out his glans…

“Whoosh… damn… whoosh… you… mmm… one more time… whoosh… mmm… so good…”

The older brother immediately knew that this little fleshy hole was about to squeeze out his semen, and he became intimate, kissing me while feeling the center of his vagina gripping and sucking at his glans, as if yearning for the vigorous man to thrust back in. So thirsty for the man's glans, how could the older brother hold back? His arms immediately pressed tightly against my waist, and his thighs, to enjoy the pleasure of the man penetrating his center, gently pushed his already fully-covered penis in again…

“Ah… ah… ah…” “Ah ah… so good… ah…”

Whoosh! This time, even though the older brother inserted it gently, it made his legs tremble and his penis throb. It also made my taut clitoris unbearably itchy, and I immediately heard my moans of pleasure. I moaned softly, feeling the intense, burning pleasure of being filled by his large, life-giving penis; he also tilted his thick neck back, squinted his eyes, and panted as he enjoyed the seemingly fearful yet wanton squeezing sensation, the tender flesh tightly gripping the glans, stroking his sensitive clitoris. He couldn't imagine that he could enjoy such a pleasure, so intense it was almost like a man about to explode, inside a young boy.

That damned sphincter was like a swallowing mouth, rhythmically pulsating, as if sucking, the wanton force encircling his penis seemed to enjoy its thickness, hardness, and heat. He could feel the excited pulse of his hard penis, and his tender little anus was pulsating vigorously while gently twisting.

“Whoosh…fuck…whoosh…so good…uh…awkward…brother don’t move…whoosh…slap…slap brother…whoosh…whoosh…uh…brother, are you hot? Hmm?…whoosh…”

“Ah…ah ha…so…big…ah ha…jump…ah ha…ah…uh…uh…no…ah ha…jump…ah ha…uh…ah…hot…hot…uh…”

Ah Ben gently pushed his glans, which was squeezed by the flower core, inside. The small slit had just been opened by the big meat stick and he began to feel a little comfortable. He couldn’t hold back the pleasure that was like sucking his semen inside and rhythmically pushed the big glans towards the flower core. I was immediately exhausted by the penetration. My neck was turned to the side and my two slender white legs were tensely bent and straightened by his waist. My small feet rubbed against the curve of his buttocks, as if they were craving his stronger attack.

He was panting heavily as soon as he thrust in, kissing my neck tenderly and caressing the alluring curves of my waist and hips. My little opening, initially trembling with pain, gradually became comfortable, tightly gripping his hot, throbbing penis, slowly wriggling and sucking. This almost maddening tightness, this sensation my glans had never experienced before, penetrating like a bottleneck, I didn't know if it was the slippery, lustful fluid seeping from my little opening that made it even more pleasurable, or if his large glans was being squeezed by my opening and releasing pre-ejaculate. The itchy, hot, and full sensation inside made my little opening open slightly with each thrust, sucking in again and again—whoosh—this craving to be filled, how could a man not thrust his hard cannon inside? With a "whoosh," "Ah...ah...ah..."

The alluring, weak moans filled the small room. My slender waist and little buttocks were thrusting and throbbing, my little hands and legs grabbing and hugging the strong male body. He never imagined that the boy's little anus would bring him such intense pleasure. His mouth was pressed against my ear, panting seductively...

"Mmm...is it warm?...Mmm...is it warm now?...Do you want it warmer? Hmm?...Mmm..."

"Ah...mmm...mmm...so warm...ah...warm...brother...brother...ah..."

Hearing the deep, masculine voice of my older brother, the stroking of his stubble, I writhed with desire, my little hands grabbing and tugging at his shoulders, arms, and back muscles, truly igniting his lust.

With each thrust, he saw my waist arch, my shoulders and neck arch back, my alluring lips parted and trembled, emitting a jumble of moans and groans, as if the pleasure was too intense. My eyes lazily glanced at his vigorous thrust, my small hands pushed against his bulging pectoral muscles, and then I arched my neck in ecstasy, my eyes rolling back, while my whole body went limp and my buttocks swayed wantonly, a picture of ecstasy and debauchery. Hearing these satisfied moans of pleasure directed at his large penis, the tender flesh inside me sucked and squeezed, stroking his erect glans back and forth, squeezing tightly until his juicy head of penis immediately squeezed out precum, and his legs and buttocks trembled again and again.

"Ah... Brother... Ah... You... Don't... Ah... Don't do this... Ah ah... Ah ah..."

"Ah ah... God... Ah ah... Wow... Fuck... You're making me... Ah ah... So good inside... Mmm... Let me kiss you... Mmm... Ah... Ah ah... Mmm..."

The shy, waiting-to-be-inserted flower core seemed to only allow the man's glans to enter. He never imagined that after being inserted into the tight little asshole, with the foreskin behind the glans being pulled back, he would now be entering an even tighter flower core, with the foreskin being pulled back again. The sensitivity of the entire glans made his legs tremble even more violently, and his panting chest muscles thrust forward. The man thought about how he would be able to have his glans clamped in this lewd, writhing ass while he wildly ejaculated, and he could hardly hold back from thrusting his cannon into this little crack that was even more powerful than the slut's flesh hole.

"Mmm...do you like it when you do it like this, brother?...Mmm...your body smells so good...mmm..."

"Mmm...ah...ah!...ah...mmm...ah!...ah..."

A series of rhythmic moans, seemingly unable to contain the pleasure within, suddenly rang out loudly, then turned into shy moans and groans. One small hand seemed to say, "You're so naughty~," weakly pushing against his chest, while the other seemed to say, "One more time~," tightly gripping his arm. Just listening to these high-pitched, trembling moans, Ah Ben felt his entire penis tingle and throb with pleasure, a slight twitching between wanting to ejaculate and not.

At this moment, he couldn't help but be distracted, stopping the pleasure that almost made him ejaculate. He stopped all movement, his wet lips gently kissing my neck, enjoying the smoothness of the young man's skin, the kisses making a soft, alluring "slippery" sound. But he never imagined that when his glans entered my flower, the undulating folds of tender flesh felt like they were rotating and rubbing against it. He immediately squinted, sniffed, gritted his teeth, and deliberately waited for me to tense up before forcefully thrusting his entire glans into my flower…

“Ah!…Ah haha…Ah…Ah ah…”

The wanton moans seemed to express the intense, almost unbearable, sexual pleasure of being penetrated so deeply. Hearing the lewd cries that made him gasp, my older brother couldn't help but demonstrate the powerful sexual strength of a man. His large penis thrust solidly into the depths of my flower from below, his two hairy thighs tossing my small, delicate body around, and the two of us made a “plop plop” sound as our bodies collided. But the deep thrusting of his penis, twice ripped away from the glans by the tender flesh inside the small slit and the clitoris of the neck, leaving the entire bright red glans covered in throbbing, static-like sexual pleasure. The pleasure made my legs tremble, and I could barely stand.

My older brother, unable to contain himself any longer, kissed me and sat down with me in his arms. Just as he was about to pin me to the ground and fuck me hard, my little anus gripped the base of his hairy penis tightly, and I twisted my buttocks, letting my clitoris rub against the glans a few times. He immediately tilted his head back, panting heavily, his eyes half-closed, enjoying this extremely pleasurable sexual sensation. Seeing his slightly greasy male muscles, and the fact that our intense lovemaking had left my skin damp, made me even colder. I threw myself into his arms, and the older brother immediately sat down cross-legged with delight…

“Ah…you wiggle your little ass so lewdly…mmm…again…make your brother feel good…mmm…”

“Ah…brother…ah…so cold…ah…mmm…ah…”

“Mmm…don’t want to be cold…you…wiggle…wiggle your brother’s…mmm…come on…”

354 – He personally fucked me.

He held my little ass with both hands and gently pulled his erect, almost touching-his-belly, big cock out of my little asshole…

“Mmm…wiggle it…mmm…yes…ah ah…ah ah ah…pull…pull…pull…pull it out…ah ah…sit…”

"Ah... Brother... Ah... You... Ah... It's so... hard... so hard... Mmm... Hold me... Ah..."

Ah Ben became increasingly passionate, kissing me and suddenly exhaling his warm, satisfied breath onto my skin. His large, throbbing penis throbbed hotly inside my little cleft. I could no longer resist the temptation of his body; my body went limp, and with a "plop," my little buttocks playfully peeled the banana skin off my older brother, then I sat down, my entire penis lolling under his arm. The clump of sexy pubic hair on my perineum was instantly soaked by the lustful fluid leaking from my anus.

"Wow... Damn... Ah... So rough... Mmm... You're so lewd... Mmm... Again... Again..."

"Ah...ah...brother, it's so...so hard...ah...no...ah...I...I'm powerless...uh..."

He kept thrusting his powerful rocket-like penis, teasing me until I moaned and groaned incessantly, while I had to endure the writhing and teasing of my aroused little ass. He truly loved my skin, so elastic and smooth, that little ass, though light, had such tight, fleshy walls inside, peeling away the skin for his older brother while simultaneously rubbing against the thick, hard shaft, sending shivers of pleasure through him. Thinking of the wantonness within that little crack, how could he not retaliate?

"Ah...brother...ah...ah...no...ah haha...ah...no...ah ah..."

Whoosh~ Although the room was cold, the groans and cries of these men, fueled by their raging lust, filled the air. He kissed my neck passionately, listening to my loud moans, while admiring how he manipulated this weak, fragrant little body in his arms. His penis felt like it was being wrapped around, fueling his desire to conquer and possess her. Seeing the fear on my face, then suddenly a satisfied, joyful moan and gasp—it perfectly captured the young boy's confusion and curiosity about sex, his expression a mixture of longing and shyness. It made him, as the older brother, want to unleash all his masculine energy.

He wasn't just kissing me; his nose pressed against my skin, his warm, tantalizing breath teasing my senses. His nose flicked against my skin, making me nervously grip his strong shoulders. His kisses grew more forceful, and I felt dizzy, about to fall, when his two arousing arms tightened around my waist and back before releasing, forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck—I wanted it! I wanted it! The older brother became excited, never expecting to drive the younger boy into the abyss of lust. He felt he had succeeded more than halfway. His hands brazenly grabbed my little buttocks, as if wanting to feel his penis gently rotating shyly and softly.

At that moment, I was surrounded by the sexy, alluring warmth of his body. The rise and fall of his warm muscles, the friction of his arms against my back, made me increasingly weak. He gripped my little buttocks with his ten strong fingers, rubbing and pinching them. His two wet, warm lips even pouted, wildly smearing his saliva around my neck as if he wanted to stick me to him. Every now and then, he would use his prickly stubble to spread the saliva evenly. Combined with the hot, throbbing penis in my little slit, it made my eyes roll back, my whole body tremble, and I cried out in the narrow room, letting out moans that made the man's heart pound and his penis swell and ache...

"Ah... Brother... Ah... You... Ah... So hard... Hard... Ah ha..."

"Ah... Fuck... Ah... Again... Again... Wow... You... You like squeezing this... Ah... Squeeze me harder... Brother is being... Ah ah... Squeezed and twisted by you... Mmm... I love it... Mmm..."

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...no...no...ah...you...ah...it's too big...ah ah..."

Ben held me, limp and powerless, unable to suppress his masculine instincts, and gently inserted himself into my flower. We both instantly moaned with unparalleled pleasure, our sounds almost merging into one. His large glans and tight flower core seemed to be locked together as if we'd met too late. His burning penis made my flesh walls burn with desire, the swelling pleasure making my head feel lightheaded. His glans and crown were forcing their way into my flower core, enjoying the incredibly itchy friction. He was flipping through erotic magazines with one hand. I glanced lazily at them, noticing the flushed face, neck, and shoulders, and thought that perhaps he couldn't resist the reality of sex with young boys, and only felt the thrill of having sex with women when looking at pictures of large-breasted naked women. But his impatient movements, his trembling hands constantly flipping through the torn, fragmented images of naked women, even his feet were helping.

"Ah... Brother... You... Ah ha... Ah... Ah ha... You... What... Are you... Ah ha!... Ah... Ah..."

My older brother used the Hidden Spring Pavilion as our bed. In the moment I turned slightly, I saw many images of men swallowing and sucking on penises, some even with their legs spread open, as if a man's erect penis was about to penetrate them. Those hard, foreign penises, veins clearly visible, thick like a small arm, glans red, some covered in what I couldn't tell was saliva or semen, making them even more lethal. Seeing this, my little hole gripped tightly, squeezing and sucking like a pump for his big penis. Unexpectedly, after he finished everything, he knelt on the ground, forcefully lifting my little buttocks with both arms. With a "side" sound, his burning penis, which had been inside my little flesh hole, was suddenly and mercilessly pulled out completely. The erect glans almost turned my tender pink anus inside out, rubbing my vaginal opening as if it had been coated with chili oil. The vaginal walls were tightly closed, covered in wet, lustful fluid...

"I'll fuck you... mmm... come on... brother likes to press you down... mmm... so fragrant... mmm..."

He affectionately tightened his arms around my waist and back, his hot, muscular body and his rugged masculine scent making me dizzy and weak. His pursuing lips kissed my neck, twisting it to the side, my snowy arms and legs hooking behind his neck and his round, upturned buttocks respectively. The penis that had been inside my little slit was now thrusting against my perineum, covered in lustful fluid, slapping firmly against me. He was breathing heavily with excitement, fantasizing about penetrating this sensual body that was moaning and writhing, enjoying the sensation of his penis being sucked and gripped, making his heart race and his breath catch in his throat.

As his body slowly tilted, his perineum pressed down on his hard penis, the lustful fluid seeping from her anus smearing his round shaft, and he could hear a faint "dripping" sound in the cold, quiet room...

"Ah... no... ah... don't do this... ah... ah... ah..."

He had just tasted the firm grip of her anus, and this lewd "dripping" sound was definitely her little slit yearning for his penis to contract and expand. Before penetrating me, my older brother nervously swallowed hard. His entire member rose like a cannonball, aiming for every possible angle, deliberately making several loud "slap slap" sounds under my perineum. Hearing my wanton moans, I kept refusing to exchange bodily fluids with him. He suddenly put me on the ground, grabbing one of my legs that was wrapped around his waist, stroking my hips and buttocks in a seductive way. Beneath my long, slender legs, between my firm, white buttocks, just a thin line, lay a small slit opening and closing, making a "dripping" sound.

He impulsively half-pressed down, and my body couldn't withstand his heavy weight, letting out soft moans. The cold books on the ground made me cling to him tightly, craving the warmth of his body. Seeing me willingly throw myself into his arms, he was as nervous as on our wedding night, his chest muscles pressing heavily against me, gently kissing my neck. Could such a slender little body withstand the rough, masculine strength of someone accustomed to handling women? He calmed his excited emotions and whispered in my ear, "Should I go in... hmm?"

Hearing his deep, lingering voice, my heart was already pounding with a tingling sensation. He was already pressing me down, and he was still asking if I wanted to—clearly testing my sexual experience. How could I let my older brother know I was gay? My cheeks flushed, but my body was enveloped in his alluring warmth. My expression was shy and seductive, my mind a little numb, and I turned my neck away, unable to respond. Wow! This boy's face, so confused about relationships, looked like a virgin afraid of letting his older brother know that he also longed to experience male-male sex. His two weak little hands gripped his swollen arms, his two feet awkwardly pushing against his hairy thighs, as if he didn't know what it felt like to have sex with a man. His heart was in his throat, determined to personally fuck him and teach this young boy what sex was all about.

In his impulsive moment, he hesitated to thrust in, unwilling to inflict unbearable pain on the "youngster" in his arms, a creature both alluring and yearning for sexual experience, causing him to lose all interest in sex and becoming a sinner for all time. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of his body emanating from his nostrils on my neck. His trembling hands, damp with masculine tension, seemed to be secretly caressing a sleeping, delicate body, gently sliding from my shoulders and back down to my buttocks, stroking back and forth with pleasure. Induced by his arousing caresses, I tensed up, my chest heaving, my small hands gently pushing against his arms, which resembled giant pythons about to bite down on my neck.

My soft moans, barely audible, echoed through the small room, so incredibly alluring. A mixture of shyness, fear, and admiration mingled with the mature member of his crotch. He gently pressed his chest against me, letting me feel the warmth and masculine breath of his, panting in my ear as he placed his hands on my shoulders and back, pressing down intimately. His heavy, muscular body pressed against my buttocks, causing my legs to twitch back and forth. He gently rubbed his nose against my earlobe, down to my collarbone, inhaling my fresh scent while exhaling warm, almost frenzied breaths. His tense, excited breathing made me tense too.

He slowly and deliberately sucked on my neck, savoring the fleshy aroma, wondering if he would suddenly give me a "wasp sting."

As I was still thinking, I suddenly felt his hard, wasp-like penis gently graze above my indented anus, startling me so much that I started to whimper and wiggle slightly…

“Ah… Ah… Brother… Ah… What are you doing… Ah… No… Not here… Ah ah…”

“Ugh… Not here… Ugh… Tell… Ugh… Tell brother… Where is it… Ugh… Hmm?… Ugh…”

I was too embarrassed to answer, my cheeks flushed like the red tide of sex…

“Ugh… Ugh… Skin… So smooth… Ugh… Don’t you like it?… Ugh… Don’t you like me doing this to you?…”

My older brother gently pressed and teased the head of his penis, rubbing it above my little slit. That wasn’t a little slit, why was he teasing me there? But I could also feel the hard, throbbing masculine power pressing against my groin. He seemed to be applying lubricant to me, his thick, juicy glans pressing against my vaginal opening like a squeezed juice, causing sticky male precum to seep from the urethral opening, allowing him to enjoy the pleasure of thrusting and rubbing against it. But who isn't afraid of being penetrated by a hard, throbbing member? With this large, swaying, and relentlessly thrusting member around my anus, my anus tensed and opened and closed even more tightly.

He was confident of victory, lifting my forearms and pressing my limp body against his chest. Listening to my trembling moans, his engorged penis, hot and hard, hesitated to attack, making me sweat with tension. Seeing the fear on my face at the sight of his penis, my older brother became tender and protective, teasing my anus with the glans, panting heavily as he kissed my neck. I started to feel both nervous and excited, wondering when my older brother would finally collect the nectar from my little chrysanthemum.

Just as he was about to bring me to ecstasy, he seemed to realize I was aroused by his large, pointed penis, and instead pressed his hot, thick shaft against my perineum. As soon as his large, hairy scrotum pressed down on my anus, his two swollen testicles simultaneously pushed apart.

"Ah...ah..."

A lazy, weak moan escaped my lips, and my slender waist arched. My older brother felt my body go limp, so he tightened his arms around me, gently dragging his hard penis and soft testicles between my open legs. The burning heat of his penis made me feel lightheaded, and its throbbing pulse made me realize how excited my older brother was…

“Ah…ah…ah…no…it’s so…so hard…brother…stop it…ah…”

Ben knew exactly how to tease me. He braced his elbows on the ground, his forearms holding my upper body, stroking my back, but his knees supported his hips in a saddle shape, adjusting his huge, throbbing penis that ignited my lust…

“Ah…brother…no…ah ah ah…please…ah…please…ah…ah…” One after another, lewd moans escaped her lips, her face filled with fear and tension as she begged his powerful penis for mercy. Seeing my neck twist weakly, and my snow-white chest with two pink and alluring nipples rising and falling like a virgin's, it was my older brother pressing down on his erect penis, rubbing the large glans against my perineum, then against my wet anus, before thrusting it towards my buttocks. The hot, burning sensation on my skin, the salad oil mixing with my vaginal fluids, made a lascivious "splattering" sound. His hard, erect penis pressed against my buttocks, jumping and thrusting excitedly. His large tuft of rough pubic hair gently scraped against my perineum and scrotum, making me grab his shoulder and get aroused, my little buttocks twisting and turning as if struggling.

Seeing my virgin-like tension and writhing, my older brother really wanted to thrust in and make me stop all movement, but before intercourse, men especially like to tease a small, weak body, which makes them proud of their masculinity and superior sexual skills. He immediately thrust his large, wet buttocks forward, and his glans slid from my cleft to my anus—whoosh—and got stuck in that tempting, concave opening. It felt like a raging fire of desire was erupting from inside, and my glans was soaked with vaginal fluid. He gently nudged my anus—"Ah-ha..."—a helpless groan of fear, accompanied by my older brother's hard penis throbbing. His glans teased my anus, pulling it up and then popping out, splashing my vaginal fluid everywhere. The heavy penis bounced back onto my older brother's hairy belly with a "smack."

He seemed to love the sensation of his glans sinking into my anus and then bouncing back up, getting harder with each bounce. The muffled "smacks" seemed to demonstrate the size, weight, and firmness of his engorged penis. The moment it bounced back, he pressed the base of his penis, throbbing with its own pulse, against my perineum, squeezing his hard penis between my perineum and his lower abdomen like a sausage. The magic of that rock-hard, burning hot penis made my lower body tense, opening and closing rapidly. My anus overflowed with lustful fluids, sticking to his penis and scrotum, making a soft squeaking sound as they rubbed together. He kissed my soft lips, teasingly saying, "Mmm...tell your brother...mmm...why are you so wet down there...mmm...mmm..." 12-09
355 – Banana-filled

"Mmm...ah...ah...mmm...ah...ah...hot...hot...mmm..."

Before I could finish, he couldn't resist pressing his thick, moist lips against mine. His skillful sexual movements, gently lifting his large buttocks, his hard, hot masculine member, as if it had eyes, pressed and thrust precisely into my perineum, anus, and buttocks. Although his penis was as hard as iron, it moved around, sometimes left, sometimes right, adjusting the angle of its erection. The moment it pressed down, its shaft bent, twisting in another direction, making my lower body tense and embarrassed. How long would he take before letting me wrap my arms around him?

"...Mmm...So hot already?...Brother hasn't gone in yet...Mmm...Mmm...Do you want brother to go in?...Mmm...Say it...Mmm...Mmm...So slippery..."

He suddenly thrust forcefully, his lips making me writhe. His wet tongue darted into my mouth, thoroughly searching for my clitoris. That fierce, masculine power was like German soldiers searching for Jews, roughly and forcefully pulling people into the house. At this moment, my chest heaved even more heavily. My mouth was being roughly sucked on by my older brother's tongue, while below, his large glans was gently rubbing my perineum and anus, causing my nostrils to open and close, exhaling gasps of desire that were gradually escaping my body.

Suddenly, a few trembling moans of fear filled the quiet room. The older brother saw me writhing half-dead in his arms, seemingly enjoying it immensely, unbearably itchy. My wet little slit, like a natural hot spring, gushed forth warm, lustful fluids that stirred a man's imagination. The older brother sighed softly, unable to resist the urge to give the young boy a taste of forbidden pleasure. He took a breath, and his large glans lifted, pressing against my "spring."

"Ahhh..."

A complex, almost unbearable gasp escaped my lips. I felt myself gripping his large arms with both hands, my legs trembling as I braced myself against the back of his thighs. But the wrinkled skin around my anus, contracting and relaxing, scraped against the surface of his glans—was it fear or lust? He wanted to be gentle with her, but his glans was being sucked out again and again. He was panting heavily, his eyes half-closed, feeling a tingling, itchy pleasure as he pressed against the glans...

"Mmm...don't be afraid...this is what sex is like...mmm...I'll slowly insert it...mmm..."

He suddenly made up his mind, tightened his arms, and prepared to thrust in with the force of a man. But the moment he inserted, the skin around his penis burst open, and warm, lustful fluid soaked half of his glans. He felt the tender flesh inside biting and squeezing out, then suddenly sucking in—whoosh! The older brother panted heavily, his glans tingling and itching, the pleasure like being enveloped by lips during oral sex. Seeing me writhing with shame and fear, helplessly clinging to his firm body, he really wanted to collect nectar from my little chrysanthemum. He saw that I seemed both wanton and afraid of receiving a man's mature, large penis, and his mind was in turmoil. Should he thrust in all at once, or insert it little by little? That little chrysanthemum, opening and closing, was so wet…

“Ah!…”

Whoosh—the moment the entire glans opened the small slit, he gently pushed it in, and it slipped in smoothly with the lustful fluid. A sensual and stimulating trembling moan immediately filled the small room. He held his breath, knowing that the virgin's first taste of a man's large glans would likely cause her temporary agony, so he wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me wildly. I tensed up, thinking he was using a diversionary tactic, and my little slit vigorously scraped against the slippery, mushroom-shaped glans. This aphrodisiac scraping made my older brother squint his eyes, panting heavily as the tingling pleasure from the glans pressed down with his chest muscles. He held back from penetrating the wanton little slit, afraid of tearing through this tight little flesh hole, only letting the glans adapt to the thirsty, swaying movements of my little anus. But the lustful fluid inside my little hole increasingly needed the heat of my brother's big cock, and his thick penis thrusting and pulling against the tightly closed flesh walls, making me so itchy that I couldn't help but spread my legs wider for my brother. While contracting and relaxing my little anus, I slightly twisted my little butt under his strong male body...

"Ahhh...fuck...whoosh...so...so lewd...so wanton...ahhh...whoosh...so good...so good to death...ahhh..."

"Ah...ahha...ahhaha...umm...no...no...it's so itchy...brother...brother...it's so itchy...ahhh..."

My brother, who was kissing me affectionately, heard the little boy's soft plea and couldn't resist the itchy pleasure. He immediately raised his powerful buttocks, stretched his two strong and powerful hairy thighs, and pushed—with a shocking "plop" sound—

"Ahha!...ahhh...ah...ah...umm...ummm..."

My soulful and loud moans in the small room were extremely pitiful. The older brother also let out a rough cry: "Ah...fuck..."

He tilted his head back, his whole body trembling. The moment his penis entered, the shaft bent slightly, then thrust in again with the pleasure of its hardness. The tight pressure inside made his heart race and his breath catch in his throat. The already inserted shaft was being stroked by the tender flesh, making him crave a tingling, itchy sensation all over. His big buttocks pushed his cannon in front of his groin with each thrust, pushing the remaining part that was sticking out of the wet, juicy slit deeper into the little anus, greedily harvesting the nectar. The layers of tender flesh in front of the fiery red glans were covered with slippery, juicy nectar. Although the flesh walls trembled and closed tightly, they could not resist the hardness and roughness of the man's rocket-like cannon, drilling straight into the flower core that made him weak all over and his mind sluggish.

The older brother let out a joyful "whoosh," hugging the small, painful body that was twisting from side to side. The tender, wet flesh, glistening with semen, rubbed against the hard, erect penis with a mixture of fear and ecstasy, sucking and squeezing. He felt the tender flesh of the clitoris gently sucking and writhing on the glans, gripping it tightly before a fearful force of the flesh walls tried to squeeze it out. He immediately delivered a powerful thrust, plunging his large, thick penis in until I cried out again, my eyes rolling back, my neck twisting weakly to the side, my slender waist arching, aligning my anus with his erect penis. My two small hands, which had been gripping his biceps, fell limply to the ground.

Whoosh—this expression of being blasted to death by the large penis, the older brother was so tense he was almost about to ejaculate inside my tight vagina. He immediately raised his spear and thrust it forward, resisting the ecstatic pleasure of being gripped and writhing. The small slit, taut from his insertion, suddenly enveloped a whole hot, throbbing, thick penis in just two or three seconds, the intense sensation sending my body limp instantly. The burning, tingling sensation in my head, both painful and itchy, temporarily robbed my arms and legs of the strength to hold onto my brother…

“Ah…uh…brother, it feels so good…uh…push…push harder…ah…ah…damn…ah…again…uh…whoosh…ah…ah…ah…”

After penetrating me, my older brother stared intently at me with an expression half-painful, half-satisfied. He couldn't possibly pull away from that penis that filled his entire body with pleasure; I felt harder and stronger than ever before, throbbing and swelling like a roc spreading its wings. The seemingly firm grip, yet the seemingly disjointed movements within the small slit—the clitoris squeezing out the glans, the sphincter opening slightly, sucking and drawing in his pubic hair—was it to take it or not? Seeing my eyes half-closed, listless, and drooping, my mouth uttering soft moans, a faint blush rising from my pale chest, my nipples engorged and erect in the cold air,

he tried to calm his nerves before this sensual body, pressing his penis firmly against me. Just imagine, he wanted to show off his mature, impressive member, how powerful he was during sex, but he couldn't hold back his premature ejaculation inside me, a mere boy. What would become of his image as an older brother? He was panting heavily, staring intently at my face, then gently kissed me again, whispering something in my ear—

"Ugh...does it still hurt?...Ugh...it'll be alright in a bit...Ugh...you make me so hard...Ugh..."

Seeing my pain gradually subside, and then I was filled with desire, my nostrils flared, my mouth half-open, moaning softly, my eyes lazily glancing at him through my half-open eyelids, my waist twisting weakly, as if I were about to lose all balance even lying on the ground, needing my older brother's hard penis and strong male body for support.

Wow—a man really can use a hot, hard penis to render any sexual being powerless to resist. I felt my little hands starting to move, but I was at a loss and hugged his shoulders and back, then pushed against his hairy armpits. My legs were also tied to his firm, fleshy buttocks, sometimes pushing and stretching against the back of his thighs. My face, both yearning and uncomfortable, truly satisfied his desire to conquer. He pressed down and kissed my soft neck, his stubble scraping against my little hole, making it tremble. The tender flesh inside my flower sucked on the entire glans, then squeezed out, while the neck of the neck turned up the little flesh inside his glans.

"Wow... mmm..."

At this moment, the older brother couldn't hold back the pleasure of his glans and cried out loud. The sticky, thirsty feeling inside my flower was like a wanton little mouth, rubbing and rotating on the glans with its lips. With a "plop," the older brother retaliated, and he thrust the squeezed-out glans back into my flower...

"Ah ha!..."

Hearing this lingering, comfortable moan, he knew that I was beginning to get used to his thick length. Moreover, those wet, swirling air-cushion-like pressure pads, layer upon layer, gripped, squeezed, and thirstily sucked, creating an extremely ecstatic sensation. He felt so good that he wanted to open his eyes to see my wanton expression after being penetrated.

The older brother never imagined that his first time having sex with another man would bring such a strange and wonderful pleasure, that even his glans felt like it was about to burst. That so-called "Hidden Spring Pavilion" only described a little bit of it, because his entire penis was not only being held, but also experiencing a lewd sucking force and a fearful squeezing force, forcing him to gently push in, enjoying the way the hairy base was gripped and squeezed by those tiny sphincter muscles, making his heart pound and his breathing frantic. He could even hear the squelching sound of the semen as he gently penetrated, the overflowing semen slowly seeping out from the tightly joined joint. He absolutely loved the tight grip of those fleshy walls, the sucking sensation of her clitoris, the undulating circular movements. He'd never experienced such a raw, throbbing erection before…

“Ah…ah…brother…ah ah…ah…no…no…don’t push…ah ah…”

“Whoosh…damn…ah…you…you inside…ah…it feels better than a woman…fuck…grind…damn…ah ah…grinding my glans…whoosh…ah ah…”

He fell in love with my bottleneck-like clitoris, thoroughly rubbing his bright red glans and corona, creating a static-like, tingling pleasure. He thrust into my clitoris again and again, the foreskin pulled back, the entire glans inserted into my clitoris, the tingling pleasure stimulating his shaft. The static-like pleasure around the corona made his legs tremble involuntarily. He couldn't hold back the pleasure in his glans, almost ejaculating...

*splish splash splash*...

"Ah ha... ah ha... brother... ah ha... ah ha... gently... ah ha... ah... ah ha... be gentle... ah ha... please... ah ha... ah ha..."

"fuck... splash... splash... hiss... umm... splash..."

The older brother lifted his thick, fleshy buttocks, and without thinking, immediately mounted me, thrusting in and out of my still-unaccustomed little hole with great force, causing my juices to splatter like a burst dam onto his hairy groin and scrotum. A pair of large testicles bounced inside my scrotum, whipping against the area below my vaginal opening with a lascivious "splish-splash" sound. The two of us were instantly filled with gasps and moans from his frantic movements. This powerful male body made me scream with lewd cries, my body instantly losing all strength, only my buttocks writhing wildly and wantonly with each pull, making the older brother feel the friction as his penis rub against my little opening, sometimes twisting in circles, sometimes thrusting up and down, as he penetrated, enjoying the aphrodisiac friction.

Whoosh—the older brother's entire penis seemed to be raping me, its large shaft plunging into my writhing little anus, the pleasure making him instantly spew lewd words. The small room echoed with the heavy breathing of a man thrusting forcefully, the "plop plop" sounds of two bodies colliding, mingled with their moans, one high and one low, soft and fierce, truly arousing the older brother's beastly lust. He knew perfectly well that only a man's hard, erect penis could allow both of them to enjoy the tenderness and pleasure of sex together, so he vigorously thrust into my little "clinging" slit, making me gasp repeatedly, my heart pounding, my slender waist twisting in his arms. His fierce strength seemed to want to destroy me, my tight, tender pink anus being turned inside out by his thick penis. I tensed up, my vaginal opening tightening even more.

"Ah...ah...fuck...inside...ah...so tight...ah...push harder...ah...I feel so good...so good...ah..."

"Ahaha...ah...brother...brother...please...be gentle...ah...be gentle...ah..."

The older brother's wet glans was so good that he couldn't help but thrust in, and his penis was being wrapped and gripped, as if a lewd force was sucking at him, while the glans was being squeezed out of his flower. If he didn't fuck hard, he would probably be ripping out millions of offspring in no time. At this moment, he was like a knight, rising and falling between my spread legs, the hairy groin and the sides of my thighs hitting my little buttocks with a "slap slap" sound of intercourse. I felt my little anus being turned out by the thick shaft, which scared me so much that I tensed my sphincter muscles.

The older brother's legs suddenly trembled, and a tingling, itchy, and arousing pleasure surged into his urethra. He squinted, tilting his neck back, his veins bulging, enduring the fierce force of the small opening as if sucking in semen. But his pubic muscles kept sending tremors through his legs, making his sympathetic nerves quiver violently. He took a deep breath, tightened his anus, and thrust

his penis in with all his might—"plop!"—and entered me. "Ah!..." Seeing me tilt my head back, I cried out, filling the small room with a sensual, passionate, and heart-stirring moan. This face, so ravaged by penetration, would make even a one-eyed man foam at the mouth if

he couldn't control his ejaculation, hearing those ecstatic moans. After I cried out, he saw me looking both comfortable and uncomfortable, my whole body limp, my small opening filled with semen, expanding and contracting rhythmically with a wet, lewd force. The sudden, intense thrusting of his hips and waist, filling my small opening with a hot, bouncy flesh, was far too rough for a young boy. But how can a man let his partner know he's as fierce as a tiger if he doesn't harden his heart? Seeing my soft moans and groans, my eyes rolling back and forth, my cheeks and neck flushed red, and my two nipples, aroused by sex, like two tempting little cherries, he immediately lifted my almost unconscious body from his arms, his warm lips teasing my nipples...

"Ah... no... ah... don't touch... touch this... ah... ah... ah... haha..."

"Wow... you... you inside... fucking... so... um... so good... um... vibrating... vibrating so... so good... um... wow... um..."

The older brother never imagined that the two little cherries on his fair chest, erect in the cold air, were like a vibrating switch in a little fleshy hole. With each suck, the tender, wet flesh around his penis trembled and tightened. He sucked a few times, then couldn't hold back the urge—it felt like being inserted into a tight, vibrating vibrator, his penis tingling and itching so

badly it felt like it was about to burst. He immediately stopped stimulating those two points, squinting his eyes and squeezing his lips, barely suppressing the urge to almost force himself to ejaculate. But he was panting heavily, his heart pounding erratically, causing his hard, throbbing penis to thrust and tease my entire little opening, making me twist my neck and my small hands grab and push against his slightly damp muscles. Wow—this half-dead gripping, with my small, weak hands, instantly gave him a masochistic pleasure in sex, making him crave my grasping of his bulging male muscles. At the same time, he thrust wildly dozens of times, each thrust solid, making a continuous "plop plop" sound. My little buttocks were pounded by the man's strong groin and thighs with a "plop" sound, my little opening squeezed by his oversized penis, and like a dam bursting, a dam burst around his thrusting penis, oozing a white, slippery, lustful fluid.

"Ah... Brother... Ah... Gently... Ah!... Ah... Gently... Gently... Ah... Ah..."

At this moment, he was truly enduring the overwhelming force of his millions of offspring galloping through his pubic muscles. Unexpectedly, he became sexually aroused so quickly inside, sucking on the penis, the foreskin constantly being turned back, circling and stroking his entire red glans and coronal sulcus. He was almost about to ejaculate, took a deep breath, lifted his gun and straddled her little buttocks, thrusting down vigorously. Instantly, he felt his large glans being gripped and broken through the flesh walls covered in lustful fluid, plunging into an even tighter flower heart. Swoosh~ sucking on the glans, stroking the coronal sulcus, but the shaft of his penis was gripped by the tight little anus like a vise. He almost leaked his semen, and heard my moans rising everywhere. Little hands and feet struggled, grabbing and hugging his back, fingers even pinching his muscles, tightly gripping his pair of upturned buttocks. But the force of the grip on his buttocks seemed to be "aiding and abetting his penis," this tight embrace and wild grabbing of his buttocks seemed to be urging him to thrust his large glans deep into his flower.

The older brother lifted his large buttocks and pressed down with a "plop"—"Ah ha..." A lewd cry of life and death rang out, and the small room instantly fell silent, with only soft panting heard. He used a long spear thrust, and immediately became motionless, tilting his thick neck back, wincing, panting heavily, his chest heaving, his muscles bulging, his penis throbbing, his buttocks trembling, his entire large penis was squeezed sore and numb, the muscles in his buttocks twitching, and he felt my fingers grabbing and touching, almost touching the hairy cleft of his buttocks. This not only made his penis pound wildly, but his buttocks also felt the other person's tight grip, as if he desperately needed that hard cannon in front of his buttocks, giving him waves of sexual pleasure that wanted to ejaculate but dared not.

He knew he could endure anything when having sex with women normally, but this tight, pincer-like slit was giving him unbearable pleasure. But his older brother wanted to teach the virgin beneath him what sex was all about; was all his manly pride going to be shattered at this crucial point? At that moment, he knew perfectly well that letting me wrap myself around his hard, hot, bouncy member would make me lose all strength and stop pressing down on him. What a coincidence! After that deep thrust, he heard me let out a soft moan, my neck arched back, my little hands grabbing and hugging his back, completely overwhelmed by the heat of his penis, feeling utterly satisfied.

Those eyes, swollen and watery from being fucked, glanced at him languidly and seductively, then rolled back to their whites, letting out soft moans and groans. Her two fiery red lips, yearning for a man's kisses, opened and closed, seemingly craving her older brother's "nectar." That blissful, comical sight made him want to fuck her harder, but at that moment, the moment her glans slipped out of the flower's core, her penis would instantly become like a broken faucet, spraying semen everywhere. Besides, the circling, sucking, and rubbing of her glans inside her made it impossible for him to move. To distract himself, he roughly pressed his hot lips down, like a madman, a hungry ghost, kissing my upturned, smooth neck wildly.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...brother...ah..."

Whoosh—hearing my previous moans of pleasure suddenly transform into soft, blissful groans in the small room, the change in the sounds of her lewdness was incredibly alluring. This seductive moaning, tinged with eroticism and pleasure, accompanied by off-key, rhythmic cries amidst the trembling, was far more alluring than the previous passionate screams, truly making the listener's penis swell and harden. He watched as my neck, softened by his kisses, twisted and turned, letting his hot lips and the stubble on my cheeks search my body, my chest heaving, enjoying his hot, thick virility. Inside, there was a tender squeezing, a sucking, a gentle stroking of his penis, like a woman giving him a blowjob, then a sudden, sharp grip, tight and wanton. He couldn't believe that a young boy's anus could be so alluring to a man, and he didn't want to release the penis that brought him lifelong pleasure.

At this moment, with his penis deep inside me, although I was pressed down by my older brother's heavy body, his doggy-style waist still allowed me to comfortably lift and lower my slender waist, letting my little anus gently sway up and down against the hairy base, feeling the pulse of the man's penis throbbing. He suddenly softened from his fierce demeanor, his lips brushing against my neck, hot breaths escaping his nostrils, kissing me tenderly and passionately. Though we didn't exchange a single word, it was as if this was the most moving part of our lovemaking, our genitals intertwined, savoring the pleasure of our bodies rubbing together.

"Is it good?...Mmm...Mmm..."

"Brother...Ah...Mmm...You...Mmm...So hot...Mmm...So hard..."

"Mmm...When I get hard, I need...Mmm...You need to warm me...Mmm...Are you still cold?...Mmm...So smooth...Mmm..."

"Ah!...Ah...Ahhh..."

He suddenly mischievously pulled his large glans out from the neck of my flower, then plunged in again. That sudden, tingling pleasure filled the small room once more with my ecstatic moans. This time, he adjusted his position, pressing his hairy scrotum, with his two taut testicles, against the entrance of my vagina, which was covered in white, lustful fluid. He thrust his penis forward, and the corpora cavernosa instantly heated up inside my vagina, penetrating my heart and lungs like qigong. The warm pleasure made me pant softly, twisting my little buttocks, letting my tight anus enjoy the throbbing sexual power of my older brother's hairy base.

"Wow...you're squeezing me so hard...mmm...so tight...mmm...squeeze harder...ahh...so good...mmm..."

Wow~ my older brother never expected that even when he stopped all movement, his penis could still enjoy the sucking and squeezing force that stimulated ejaculation in the small crack...

"Mmm...you...ah ha...your...ah...hot...ah ha...ah ah...so big..."

The man was overjoyed and proud to hear the other person praise his penis between his legs. His lips wrapped around my neck and kissed me wildly again, his arms tightly holding my shoulders and back, pressing down on my warm, muscular body. The erectile tissue inside my hard cock throbbed and pulsated, heating up in the small crevice. Combined with the excited pulse at the base of my penis, this alluring vitality of the shaft caused my moans to become intermittent, a constant stream of "uh-huh" and "ah-ah," as I spread my legs wide, my little anus slightly open like a shutter leaf.

Whoosh! My older brother's heart pounded, his lungs itching. He realized that even a young boy, driven to ecstasy by being fucked, would crave my mature, large cock. At that moment, the inside seemed bottomless, the hot, tender flesh wet and trembling, gently and wantonly squeezing around my cock, trembling slightly before opening again, as if yearning for the man to insert all his virility between his legs. Drawn by this bewitching little hole, how could I, as the older brother, abandon this little cunt that was thirsting for my cock? With a powerful push of his legs, a series of complex, almost painful, squeaking sounds echoed as his hard, erect penis plunged deep into my core once more.

Whoosh! The juicy, tender flesh inside enveloped the throbbing shaft. My anus, reaching the base of his pubic hair, eagerly tightened and clenched, gripping him tightly, both wanton and arousing. Seeing my eyes widen, my moans becoming both pleasurable and ethereal, the heat emanating from my vulva, the trembling muscles gripping his penis, was perfect for a man's forceful penetration. As he thrust deeper, the layers of flesh writhed like sausages, gently squeezing and pressing, an intense, lingering pleasure filling my penis.

"Squeeze...whoosh...damn...ahh...you...you like it...uh...yes...squeeze harder...ahh..."

The older brother held me tightly against my shoulders and back, kissing my neck and behind my ears, enjoying the aphrodisiac sensation inside my little slit while listening to my moans and gasps, my soft, comfortable buttocks swaying gently from side to side. The tightness inside my hole made his entire penis feel like it was on high blood pressure, feverish, and hyperactive. But he knew that sex should also allow the other person to enjoy his virility, so he hugged me tighter and tighter, kissing me forcefully, a little crazy for sex, the more he kissed, the more energetic he felt.

"Ah ha...brother...ah...so hard...ah...so hot...ah ha...ahh...you...ahh...don't do this...ah ha...ah ha..."

He breathed heavily like a wild beast, his mouth, nose, and stubble eagerly roaming and sucking on my smooth skin, as if trying to push me into an abyss of lust. He held me tightly around the waist with one arm, while the other hand groped wildly along the curve of my waist and hips. The gentle strength was completely out of sync with the wildness of his mouth, as if my skin were made of paper, giving me goosebumps all over. At that moment, I was making the man's heart pound and his breathing become rapid. As the saying goes, what is outwardly manifests inwardly. My little crack was filled with a tight, trembling, lewd, and hungry rhythm, sucking and clenching, like a contestant in a hot dog eating contest, opening her mouth wide without knowing her own limitations, as if she wanted to swallow the big brother's hard hot dog whole. My little asshole opened, took in, and squeezed out, instantly making the big brother unable to bear it any longer,

his penis aroused... "Hmph... fuck... ah... let brother fuck... fuck you to death... ah... hmph... hmph... hmph..."

"Ah!... yaha... yaha... no... ah... ah... yaha..."

The big brother thrust hard, his big glans feeling like it was hitting my heart and lungs, the burning flesh walls swelling as if being pounded by his hard penis. He hardened his heart, thrusting in and out forcefully, prying open the tender flesh, glistening with lustful fluid, from the small, oily crevice, the head of his penis filled with the pleasure of breaking free. The "plop plop" sounds of penetration, the intoxicating moans, he felt an unimaginable pleasure in his glans, utterly bewildered as to why having sex with a young boy was so unforgettable.

He panted heavily as he fucked, the tight crevice peeling away like a banana, allowing only the entire glans and corona to protrude and penetrate first, enjoying the exquisite pulling sensation from the frenulum, while the tender flesh gripped the fiery red, sensitive mushroom head he was thrusting into, rubbing against it with a frenzied, burning, tingling sensation. The moment he penetrated the very core, his glans was sucked in, and the base of his pubic hair was gripped by the wet, lustful anus, making his legs tremble, his penis throb and his scrotum contract, a pleasure akin to bursting forth. His chest muscles, slightly damp from his panting, were pulled out again—

"Uh...ah ah..."

Whoosh—the tight, tender flesh of my vulva, dripping wet, encircled his glans, the rubbing of the small flesh oozing out, making his pelvis weak, his ejaculation almost uncontrollable, the throbbing pleasure of his penis twitching.

His eyes widened; he couldn't possibly lose face in front of the younger boy, so he immediately straightened his upper body, grabbed my two long, slender legs, and started a doggy-style thrusting, giving a powerful scare, lifting his firm, thick buttocks, raising his hard, thick cannon, and using his penis to pry open my anus from side to side, thrusting inside me—

"Ah ha!...Brother...brother...ah!...Ah ha!...Ah ya...ya ha...ah...no...ah ha!...no...ah ha!..."

A series of weak moans escaped her lips, her languid gaze shifting again and again. Her face, softened and numb from the force of his penetration, trembled with pleasure, yet the temperature in the small room instantly rose, as if spring had returned, making the man's genitals throb with desire.

My anus was filled with the fiery pleasure of his large glans prying in; the thick corona felt like a pounding block, thrusting against the walls of my flesh in all directions as soon as it entered, before finally penetrating deep into my core, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. He seemed to think my anus was too tight and wanted to loosen it. This haphazard approach caused the pre-existing fluids in my small opening to gurgle and overflow, the sticky love juices overflowing and flooding his entire large penis.

“Fuck…you…you’re wet…mmm…brother will make you feel even better…come on!”

“Ah…don’t do this…why are you pulling me up…ah ha…”

Whoosh~ When the older brother saw that my little chrysanthemum was full of lustful fluid, he instantly covered his penis with half-white and half-transparent lustful fluid, like a pig being soaked in water. His lust was aroused, and he wanted to try something different. He knelt on the ground, grabbed my two little legs and put them on his shoulders, supported my waist with both hands, and grabbed my little buttocks with his palms. With a burst of strength, my whole body was almost in a V shape, sandwiched between his upper arms and chest and abdomen. I was a little scared by this support from only his two arms, because my thighs were pressed against his abdomen and my upper body was leaning back a little. The older brother tightened his arms, not only supporting me, but also lifting my light body up with him. The big glans immediately flung out of my taut little chrysanthemum, and the wet glans, along with the thread-like lustful fluid, slapped and rubbed against my buttocks.

“Ah…don’t do this…ah…brother…brother…I…I won’t…ah…can’t do this…ah…”

“Mmm…brother will teach you sex techniques…mmm…”

356 – The dial is too tight

“Mmm…brother will teach you sex techniques…mmm…”

He saw my frightened face, seemingly never having imagined that sex could have so many positions. He pursed his thick, wet lips, kissing me with the black stubble around them, while his penis slapped firmly against my buttocks. As he kissed me, he lifted my buttocks, letting his large glans search for my wet, dripping anus. He did it on purpose; even when he found my anus, his large glans would slip, flicking from my anus towards my buttocks, sometimes even penetrating my vagina, his large glans pressing against my testicles. My body was pressed down, so my perineum and his hairy lower abdomen were gripped by his throbbing penis, rubbing up and down. His large, wet, hot penis was burning me, making my eyes roll back.

At this moment, his kisses were extremely gentle, his arms constantly rising and falling, letting his penis rub against my genitals everywhere. The hard, thrusting force made my whole body go limp, and I couldn't help but stretch out my forearms and tightly hook them behind his neck for balance. He played with the fancy thing for a while, still refusing to penetrate me. I was so impatient I almost reached out and grabbed his penis, trying to shove it into my little hole. But then he actually wrapped his arms around my neck and slid down to my ear, his seductive, deep voice saying, "Grab your brother... mmm... don't you want it?... mmm... um? Brother can't find it... mmm..."

How could he not find it? He had just touched my little anus, which was covered in my juices...

"Mmm... you... mmm... mmm... brother... mmm... you... mmm... ah... so naughty... mmm..."

I blushed deeply, wanting to grab his hot penis myself was such an embarrassing move. I hesitated for a moment, but he forced me to keep trying to grab his penis, even letting his big glans rub around my little anus. His penis was hard, and I could adjust its direction, lightly touching here and pressing there, as if he was trying to tease out my little slut with his lewd rod. I immediately reached out, barely managing to grab it, but it slipped through my fingers…

“Ugh… Brother… grab… ah… I can’t grab it… ugh…”

Whoosh~ My older brother’s excited penis twitched, my fingers sliding across his shaft with arousal, as if I were stealing a touch, or as if it was too hot to catch…

“Ugh… Brother, this one is so naughty… ugh… keep looking… ugh…”

He was getting more and more audacious. Even when my fingers touched his hot penis, he would raise his arms, making it impossible for my hands to grab it; sometimes, just as I touched it, he would deliberately lower his hands, letting my fingers grab his hairy, soft scrotum, and when my fingers touched his two taut testicles, I couldn’t muster the strength to grab his treasures. He gently brushed his fingers along the curve of his testicles, and his penis twitched. I immediately gripped it tightly in my small hand. The hot, hard penis twisted to the side as I held it, its erect, spongy shaft bulging in my palm. I instantly felt incredibly lewd…

“Mmm…why don’t you hold it?…Mmm…do you still want to grab your scrotum…Mmm…”

His flirtatious words aroused my desire. He saw the look of fear and admiration on my face, my chest rising and falling, and my two pink, erect nipples, which he really wanted to bite. He gently wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my ears, whispering, “Where do you like to grab? Mmm…Mmm…you grab it…my lower body is all…mmm…all yours…mmm…”

Hearing his panting masculine breath and the teasing movements of his upper and lower body filled my heart with waves of throbbing pleasure. I wanted to grab his two taut testicles in his scrotum, and I also wanted to hold his throbbing penis. He lowered his hands, his hot, thick penis pressed against my crease, allowing my fingers to caress his testicles.

Whoosh—a huge, hot cannon, making my whole body go weak. But because of my arm length, my little finger only grasped the curve of his testicle, that teasing, half-grabbing motion, until with a "snap," the entire ball bounced back to his base. My older brother immediately narrowed his eyes, a look of pleasure spreading across his face, as if the marble had hit his vital spot.

"Mmm…do you like flicking your brother like this?…You're naughty…mmm…mmm…"

"Mmm…ah…mmm…no…you…you don't move…I can only hold it…ah…mmm…"

The soft, hairy flesh concealed two hard treasures; finally, I could grasp his right one. I gently stroked its curves—so alluring—as if a force were pulling at it, yet I could gently tug at it…

“Grab…grab the left one…ah…you little hands really know how to grab a man…mmm…come on…don’t be afraid…brother can hold your body…mmm…brother will let you play with my scrotum…mmm…”

I felt like a diver at that moment, performing a very difficult move, my body held in a V-shape by him, his erect penis pressing against my buttocks, while my hands hung down, stroking his testicles. He suddenly contracted and lifted me up.

The moment my little finger traced the curve of his testicles, it truly ignited a man’s desire. I even heard a very faint “snap” in the small room, as his testicles flung out of my little finger, bouncing back to his hard base like a pebble. He squinted, his chest and abdomen heaving, almost wanting to pin me down and fuck me hard again. But he restrained his impulse, letting me hold his treasure and play with it. I felt like I was playing with my older brother's one-of-a-kind model airplane, fiddling with the dial under the big plane, feeling the fuselage in my crotch lift up more and more, just like the moment the plane takes off, rising to a hard angle. I was a little afraid that he would suddenly get excited, so my little hand gently grasped his hot penis.

Because the child was playing, he turned the dial too tight, making his penis throb and his testicles itch. His erect penis, unresponsive to his commands, was about to take off—he tightened his arms and then released them with a "plop!

" "Ah ha!..." "Ah ah... ah... Mom... wow... damn it..."

The small crack was filled with the older brother's vibrating penis. The foreskin behind the glans was immediately pulled back in circles, and the glans was squeezed and gripped by layers of wet, tender flesh, yet it could slip smoothly and thrust straight into the tight flower heart. The hairy base was immediately squeezed by the wet little anus, almost like it was about to fire a cannon. This was like a sudden missile attack on the pocket harbor. The missile vibrated and swelled but did not explode; it just blew a small hole with a hot bang.

He saw my lithe body plummet like a broken elevator, his penis like a stake deflowering a little girl. My half-dead, delicate state, my neck twisting a few times as if enduring the onslaught of a cannon in extreme pain, a lewd cry followed by a blissful moment of ecstasy. My eyes rolled back, my mouth opening and closing, moaning with pleasure as my belly swelled with desire. My small arms gripped and slapped every muscle on his body, and he even lewdly pushed me back to the ground, pressing me intimately onto him…

“Ah…ah…brother…it hurts…ah…no…no…press my legs…ah…”

He saw me acting like a spoiled child, my little hands flailing against his chest and shoulders, as if throwing a tantrum. So he simply used his limited-edition precious sausage to satisfy me. I immediately felt his enormous penis, hot and full inside, my body went limp and weak, my neck twisted to the side, panting heavily, my small hands tightly wrapped around his shoulders and back, sometimes touching his waist, sometimes sliding down to his buttocks as he pushed the plane. He squeezed me so tightly that I couldn't get any air in, my overflowing juices dripping and seeping into the base of his hair and scrotum.

"Ugh... squeeze harder... ugh... I really... I can't believe it... ugh... you're making me go crazy... ugh... ugh... come on... let me fuck... fuck you for a while... ugh..."

"Ah ha... ugh... so... hard... ah ha... hot... so hot... ah ha... no... I... ah ha... I haven't gotten used to it yet... ah ha..."

The tantrum from before, the pleading now, the older brother was both big and small, his penis throbbing with the urge to fuck hard, but afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back and ejaculate inside me. Seeing the pair of erect nipples on my chest beneath my tilted neck, I decided to distract myself for a moment, pouting my lips to cover my pink areolas, while my tongue gently scraped and teased in all directions, biting and sucking. Suddenly, I scratched with my stubble, making my slender waist and little buttocks wiggle vigorously from the tickling sensation.

The small room was instantly filled with the boundless, lewd moans of spring, intermittent, sounding like a mixture of fear and admiration. A vast, wet ocean teemed within the small crack, the tender flesh rhythmically clenching and releasing—whoosh! The older brother could no longer resist this wanton clenching and releasing. While entwining my nipples, he gently pushed the glans, which had been squeezed out of my flower, back in…

“Ah…ah…mmm…it itches…ah…brother…don’t…do this…ah…”

Hearing my moans, he trembled, involuntarily writhing within his large arms, a lewd smile playing on his lips. His little anus rubbed tightly against the hairy base, causing the glans to circle and tease within my flower, the corona tingling with static electricity. Combined with his frantic sucking of my nipples, the pleasure traveled to my little fleshy hole, causing it to tremble, gripping his large penis. The older brother saw me swaying my slender waist, my little hands sometimes tightly hugging him, sometimes lying limply on the ground, my lewd expression, my wanton, wanton state...

"Let me fuck you... hum..." "Ah!... Ah ha..."

With a "pop," the small crack, my wrinkled little chrysanthemum, was instantly penetrated and disappeared without a trace by the thick, hard penis. This "pop" was actually the force of the man's withdrawal and subsequent insertion, my little buttocks were slammed against his inner thighs and hairy groin, making a "splattering" sound, and my juices gushed out. It was hot, wet, and tight inside, and his big penis was being pounded so hard that his heart was pounding and he was panting, thrusting impatiently, making a "plop plop" sound incessantly. My big buttocks arched up in a straight downward arc, and my two firm little buttocks immediately trembled and vibrated. His hips and waist rose and fell with powerful thrusts, hundreds of times, his penis burning hot, increasingly taut inside, the glans burning and itching, his shaft covered in lightning-like spikes of pleasure. Those damned circles, stroking his entire shaft, felt like being stuffed into a washing machine drain, the soft texture of the muscles gripping his penis, making it hard and painful, yet also pleasurable and itchy.

He was panting heavily, his heart pounding, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, as if he wanted to kill me. I was afraid to see that man's ferocious face, my neck tilted to the side, but I could feel his climaxing penis throbbing more and more intensely, making me moan and gasp, my little hands flailing wildly. At this moment, my older brother was as fierce as a rape, but I knew that with his hard thrusts, he might ejaculate at any moment. The gentler he thrust, the more his erect glans oozed a ring of horribly itchy pleasure, tantalizing my pubic muscle. He suddenly stopped, his body pressing down on me like a furnace, panting heavily. He squinted, his lips curled up, his brows furrowed, as if he were suppressing the urge to ejaculate, as if about to overcome a surging orgasm.

At that moment, I felt like I was being crushed by a mountain, a solid rod firmly inside my little slit, throbbing and slightly swelling, with the force of ejaculation, making my whole body throb with lust. I knew he was holding back, but my little hole couldn't contain the pleasure, pounding against his entire body.

"Uh..."

the older brother sighed softly. I thought he was about to ejaculate freely, but instead he opened his eyes, grinning lewdly, and said, "You...you came...good...um...let me kiss you...um...um..."

"Ah ha...you...ah ha...ah...want...want...ah ha...how...ah...longer...ah ha..."

I never expected that my little asshole would pound against his base so hard, and it would miraculously revive, stopping his urge to ejaculate. His penis, unable to ejaculate, grew even harder and more erect, brimming with power. The man knew his cannon was swelling and growing larger, as if it would never be this hard again in the century. His body radiated masculine strength as he pressed down on me, showering me with passionate kisses while gently rubbing his large, sexually aroused penis against my fleshy, juicy, and incredibly wet little slit…

“Ah… Brother… It’s so itchy… Ah… No… Ah!… It… It’s so… itchy… Ah…”

“… Mmm… It really… Mmm… It feels so good inside… Mmm… Aren’t you enjoying it?… Mmm… Ah… Hold on tight… Mmm…”

The small room echoed with the heart-pounding, erect, and breathy moans of a woman, her cries intermittent, a mixture of ecstasy and trembling, even a few moments when she nearly lost her voice. He could hear the intense arousal above and the tenderness below. He tightly embraced me, my body fragrant with sweat, and launched a vigorous assault, kissing me passionately. The large, thick penis felt incredibly good as it slowly thrust into my wet, squelching anus. Each time the jujube-red glans rubbed against the clitoris, the full length penetrating me, I let out a few ecstatic moans, then suddenly became weak and breathless, unable to utter a sound. My eyes were languid and half-closed, my neck twisted to the side—it seemed the large glans was making my head sluggish, my whole body filled with pleasure. My small hands, which had been trying to salvage the situation, suddenly pushed weakly against his collarbone, then suddenly rose up, hooking behind his neck, tilting my head back, willingly offering my virgin-like body, letting him kiss me everywhere.

This uncontrollable lust was all the young boy's initial confusion about sex, but having been fed this forbidden banana, these two forbidden fruits by his older brother, he sometimes craved the ecstatic pleasure within him, and sometimes feared being wrapped in his penis. Although his face showed a mixture of wanting and not wanting, his restraint had already crumbled, and waves of lust had already engulfed his penis. The small crack was not only wet and hot, but the fleshy walls trembled slightly, exhibiting a simultaneous squeezing and sucking motion. He tensed up, his penis surrounded by tender, soft fleshy walls, which gripped and sucked with a lingering, tight force, circling and stroking his shaft. He gently thrust—whoosh—and the glans instantly broke through the wet, sensual center, filled with the suction power of a sucking cup. His shaft felt stuck inside, as if it couldn't be shaken out without a man's effort.

At that moment, the little anus opened slightly, as if sexually hungry, as if waiting for the man's penetration. The older brother panted heavily, his penis surrounded by itchy pleasure, his heart pounding as if he were about to ejaculate. He knew that if he didn't insert it into the small slit now, he would lose face as a man. But with waves of tingling and numbness in his penis, if the small slit twisted as he entered, he simply couldn't resist this tempting, lustful hole. So he pressed hard on my abdomen, raised his big buttocks, and gently thrust in, pressing his testicles apart on either side of the entrance...

"Ah!... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Ah... Ahh..."

"Wow... Fuck... So good... Ahh... Mmm... Do you like this?... Mmm..."

Seeing that I couldn't move my little bottom, my slender waist, which I excitedly tried to straighten, was pressed down by his heavy weight, and I could only twist my neck. A captivating blush of early spring flushed my cheeks and shoulders, evaporating the faint scent of a young man's body. My hands grasped his triceps and slid down his shoulders and back, my little feet involuntarily rubbing and grinding against his buttocks and the back of his thighs, my whole body yearningly pressed against his. My older brother finally saw me shed the moral shackles of sex, completely enjoying the pleasure of sex with him.

But the more willing I was, the more tender my movements became, my arms and legs tightly embracing him, my chest and abdomen pressed against his warm body, my cheeks yearning to rub against his stubble-covered chin, writhing and twisting, my mouth emitting satisfied and hungry moans that ignited his lust. These moans gave him a sense of manhood satisfaction, his penis even making a boy moan and gasp, completely lost in the vitality between his legs. The moment my little mouth automatically pressed against his, he softened. He straightened his hard, masculine frame and let me continue to embrace him, enjoying his virility. We kissed passionately, our lips twisting and sucking, making soft, rhythmic sounds, while we listened to each other's suppressed, excited breaths.

The more we lingered, the more the fleshy walls in my little opening, sometimes soft, sometimes taut, created a rhythm that became increasingly unbelievable to him. He pumped and rubbed against my penis like cannonballs, the tightness seeming to possess it, the pumping as if trying to squeeze out the hot male fluids from within. Each time my little anus opened slightly, he thrust in deeply without regret, enjoying the pleasure of his glans, the thrill of penetrating my core, while I heard my somewhat frantic, lustful moans. The wet, throbbing sphincter muscles gripped him tightly, causing his testicles to tense and jut out, pressed against the base of his penis. His heart pounded uncontrollably, his lungs convulsed, and though his buttocks couldn't move, his tight anus opened and closed repeatedly, the foreskin tugging and stroking, making his entire penis tingle with static electricity…

“Ah… damn… um… again… squeeze me… splash… splash… hiss… uh… splash…”

The more I squeezed, the harder he became, throbbing and thrusting inside me, making me incredibly itchy. The glans penis gently rubbed and pushed into my clitoris, my little hole feeling as if it were connected to my heart, waves of intense, almost unbearable sexual pleasure making my cries tremble. My little feet rubbed and swayed against the back of his thighs, and every now and then he would penetrate me deeply, making all my muscles tense, my long legs instantly lifting and straightening, as if I were about to reach orgasm. His large, swaying buttocks on my pelvis made my lower body weak and sore. My little hole was once again rhythmically yearning, and my juices clung to his pubic hair, making a "drip" sound as we were entwined...

"Ah... Brother... Brother... Stop... Ah... It's so itchy... You... Ah... Use a little more force..."

Whoosh~ The last few words were as soft as a mosquito's buzz, awkward yet seductive, as if craving the man's fierce ravaging, yet also yearning for intimate pleasure. He suddenly saw a picture of a naked woman spread across the floor, legs spread, revealing the fleshy hole that straight men like, but thrusting into a small crack more alluring than a woman's, a firmer little buttock. The tight, gripping pleasure, the sucking lewdness, made him have a heart attack at that moment, while his penis simultaneously experienced high blood pressure, fever, and hyperactivity. He couldn't help but go crazy, lifting his buttocks and thrusting hard again. The small room was instantly filled with the man's powerful thrusts, the lewd sounds of "splish-splish-splish," the hollow, continuous, high-pitched moans echoing through the walls, along with his deep, suppressed breathing.

He thrust vigorously, his large glans plunging left and right against the flesh, even pushing the corona back to my anus before thrusting it back in again. Hearing my desperate cries, my waist arched, my legs straightened instantly, my hands pleading and desperately grasping and hugging, but my buttocks twisted too wildly, and the large glans was flung out with a "sideways" sound. Whoosh—the moment the glans slammed out, the small fleshy bumps sent waves of sexual pleasure through the man's penis. He squinted, trying to suppress the tingling sensation surging into his scrotum, one hand pressing down on my writhing waist. He looked at his own cannon, which, after only one thrust, was taut and erect, its angle of penetration imposing.

The unprecedented hardness of his penis, the swelling shaft a little painful; the red shaft covered in precum, the glans purple, the urethral opening drooling. This cannon, so hard as iron, throbbing with rage, its veins bulging fiercely, was hardly meant to be exposed. But then, hearing my soft moans above, a "dripping" sound came from the small opening below. What else could it be but the opening opening and closing? He was absolutely mad about this little hole…

“Come on! Let me shove it back in… Hmph…”

His eyes flashed with a ferocious glint, and with a shove of his big ass, the entire aim failed, and the hot missile slid into my cleft…

“Ah ha!… So… hard… Ah ha… Brother… Brother!…”

He immediately grabbed my shoulders and back, lifted his buttocks, not caring whether the penetration was accurate or not, his hard cock yearned to wildly thrust in and out, plunging into my perineum and cleft. At that moment, I was scalded by the fiery heat of his penis, the thick shaft making me weak and powerless. My legs were spread wide, like an open door for him, and I felt his wet, large glans and bouncy shaft, as if practicing fencing with my perineum, anus, and buttocks, pressing and thrusting, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. His powerful, imposing penis made my whole body tingle with desire, almost making me reach out and grasp his teasing, hard shaft, stuffing it into my yearning little hole…

Suddenly, a “pop,” “Ah!…,” “Whoosh…”

At that moment, his face was flushed, his penis hard and unstoppable, joyfully breaking through my trembling flesh, filling me completely. But his penis was clamped and gripped, his foreskin pulled, his glans rubbed against the wet, lustful walls, making his heart pound and his lungs contract. He looked so fierce, as if he wanted to strangle me. The large glans found the small slit, ignoring whether it was taut or relaxed, and eagerly thrust it all the way in. Whoosh! The penis felt an indescribable pleasure as the folds tightened and trembled, then tightened and writhed again. The tight slit not only pulled back the foreskin, but also stretched the shaft, several corpora cavernosa, brimming with pleasure, were squeezed, gripped, sucked, and sipped within those soft, erotic folds. The sensation of squeezing and sucking, followed by a tightening, almost pulled out his millions of ejaculatory sphincter.

He then thrust forward again, head bowed, staring intently at his hard, red penis. The foreskin behind the glans was ripped and pulled back by the tight slit, and the frenulum and frenulum at the base of the glans immediately sent waves of intoxicating sucking and friction sensations through him. The wet, tender flesh alternated between tightening and relaxing, gripping, pulling, and sucking. He knew that if this continued, he would soon lose control and thrust wildly. My little hole was rubbed by his thick, hot penis, warming my entire body and causing a tingling, itchy sensation in my vaginal walls that made me moan and groan…

“Ah… harder… ah ha… brother… brother ah… ah ha… brother… ah ha… ah ha… so hard… ah ah… fuck here… ah!… ah ah… yes… no… ah ha… don’t stop ah ah…”

My little chest twitched with a tingling, itchy sensation, and the erect penis made me nervously grip his strong shoulders and triceps with my fingers. My head was dizzy and disoriented from the powerful impact, and my waist, freed from pressure, began to struggle, my little buttocks slightly circling, adjusting the direction of his hard penis as it entered. He panted and thrust a hundred times, his penis hot as fire, hard as iron, throbbing as it penetrated deeper into my flower. His virility aroused me, my waist thrusting and swaying with energy, my little buttocks twitching in circles, my wet, glistening slit automatically opening and then tightening, growing ever more thirsty inside.

Suddenly, he thrust in, his glans gripped by the fleshy walls, the unpenetrated shaft bending even at the base—whoosh! The intense pleasure of this "twisted snake" sent my older brother into a frenzy. He sprayed his breath on my face, then began to thrust wildly, the only sounds the violent impact of our bodies colliding and my moans and gasps filling the air. My entire penis was itching unbearably, penetrating through layers of wet, tender flesh. The thrusting, throbbing, was further agitated by the gentle twisting of my little buttocks, the trembling of my buttocks squeezing and pulling at his large testicles.

Whoosh! He immediately tilted his head back, squinted, furrowed his brow, and panted heavily. His pounding heart and the masculine heat emanating from his body surged over me, making me feel like I was floating on air. His large glans spiraled in and out of the small opening again and again, the wet glans radiating a tingling, pleasurable sensation, tugging at the muscles of his pubic bone. His legs trembled, his body went limp, and with a "pop," his entire penis was inside me. His testicles, subjected to such shock and impact, throbbed with large sperm, while the smaller sperm stirred restlessly at the ejaculation point. I immediately let out a soft moan, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around my older brother with satisfaction, my neck twisted to the side, my fair skin flushed with an alluring red. The swelling pleasure in my flower made me gently wiggle my little buttocks. Her anus, no longer clenched, opened wide, yearning for him to penetrate even deeper—whoosh! This lustful expression, so eager for fertilization, how could a man's penis not ejaculate…

"Hmph… Ahh… Mmm… Ahh…"

"Ah... harder... ah... brother... it's so itchy... ah... harder... ah ha!... ah ya..."

His penis was already stretching out in a man's ejaculation-like motion. Just as he pulled the glans out of the flower's heart, he suddenly felt the flower's heart open, releasing a lewd sucking force. As a man, he really couldn't help but thrust in, letting the other person feel his hardness and heat. Unexpectedly, this lured the enemy deeper~ whoosh~ the glans was sucked in by the flower's heart like a thirsty lust. The circle of the little asshole, which had successfully lured the enemy, immediately closed up, surrounding the hard penis. The wet and tender flesh, along with the little ass, swayed and shook. The friction of the lustful fluid in the flesh walls sent waves of pleasure through his penis, a surge of pleasure surging through his entire body. The little ass twisted slightly, making the glans in the flower's heart full of twitching pleasure from the friction...

“Uh…shoot!…shoot…ahh…shoot…shoot…shoot…I’m shooting…ahh…no…umm…no…twist…umm…ah…oh my god…”

357 – You’re willing to cook for me

“Uh…shoot!…shoot…ahh…shoot…shoot…shoot…I’m shooting…ahh…no…umm…no…twist…umm…ah…oh my god…”

His whole body convulsed and trembled with the gushing orgasm. He had originally planned to endure this intense sexual pleasure and fuck him hard again, but unexpectedly, when I got up, I hugged him tightly with my hands and feet, grabbing his buttocks, pinching his arms, and hugging his neck, displaying all sorts of lewd behavior. His little flesh hole writhed and squeezed like it was demanding semen, tightly gripping his entire penis, his whole body shaking, his little asshole firmly holding onto his throbbing root. He kept his eyes half-closed, his brows furrowed, trying his best to resist this kind of lewdness that men couldn’t help but love. The moment the glans of his penis emerged, the neck of his penis, around the glans, rubbed against it—

whoosh! This caused the man to rub against it with all his might, and his large penis immediately began to throb, lengthen, and stand erect uncontrollably. I could feel the base of his penis throbbing vigorously, the corpus cavernosum at the base of his penis swelling and throbbing with the rapid rhythm of ejaculation. In the moment before the man thrust his spear, the uncontrollable spasms of his ejaculatory sphincter caused a wave of pleasure that surged through my body, tickling my thighs. My mind was completely blank from this exquisite pleasure of ejaculation; my glans was tingling and itchy, my heart was pounding and my lungs were panting—it was even more pleasurable than when I was actually ejaculating. His penis throbbed with the powerful force of male ejaculation.

I held his throbbing penis, his virility, his trembling—how could I not know he was about to ejaculate? The little buttocks gently circled again, the fleshy walls tightly gripping the hard, almost bursting cock. The older brother immediately tilted his head back, squinted, and panted heavily. He thrust his hips forward, pushing the large glans, about to ejaculate, back into the tight flower. With a loud "whoosh," the glans couldn't bear the sudden, intense pleasure. His large testicles trembled on either side of my opening, instantly preparing ample ammunition for the older brother's cannon. The two bodies trembled together, and the ecstatic moans of ejaculation and insemination echoed in the small room...

"Ah...shoot...mmm...ah...mmm...don't...twist...whoosh..."

"Ah ha!...brother...ah...harder...ah ha...ah ha...I...ah!..."

The older brother let out a long sigh in the small room, his large cock thrusting joyfully into the tight crevice, enjoying the few dozen seconds of pleasurable shooting as a man was gripped, panting heavily, his whole body trembling so much he almost collapsed. The large glans penis couldn't withstand the scraping of my little chestnut, and immediately sprayed clumps of semen onto his lower abdomen. Whoosh! The older brother was even more satisfied, actually bringing the little boy to ejaculation, just like bringing a woman to a "squirt." Seeing me fertilized and ejaculate at the same moment, I moaned softly, my neck twisting, powerless, the muscles in my slender waist twitching and trembling, slightly arching upwards. My little anus, in the throes of orgasm, clenched and unclenched rapidly, shamelessly craving his abundant semen. He couldn't resist thrusting, his arms tightly gripping my waist, lifting my trembling buttocks and legs, "pop pop pop" as he thrust and ejaculated…

"Ahhh… ahhh… fuck… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…"

At this moment, he was like a mad beast, grabbing me and ramming into me violently. I could no longer twist my little buttocks, half-dead as he thrust in and out with his throbbing penis, ejaculating until my clitoris was soaking wet, the flesh walls burning from the friction. During those few dozen seconds of the man's greatest pleasure, he ejaculated wildly inside the tightly clenched, trembling tender flesh. He could no longer bear the sexual pleasure from the friction of his glans, which caused his whole body to convulse. He trembled as he pressed down...

"Ah ha!... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Brother... Ah ha..."

The older brother listened with satisfaction to my moans and gasps of pleasure as I was being fertilized. Finally, he fucked me until I had no strength left to fight against his vigorous male body. I was half-dead and paralyzed under his strong male body.

"Ah...so good...so good...ah...uh...yes...I'm sorry...uh...that's how men are when they ejaculate, they can't control themselves...uh...does it hurt?...uh..."

"Uh...uh...brother...ah ah...you...ah ha...you're so wet...uh...ah!...don't pull!...ah ha..."

He seemed afraid I wouldn't be satisfied, panting and raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a handsome lewd smile, his big buttocks circling around and around. Although his glans was sensitive, he still gently teased my wet clitoris, making a "sizzling" sound from his ministrations. He heard me say no, but my little hands still clung tightly to him, my legs bent and hanging on his swaying buttocks, letting him tease me to his heart's content, making my eyes roll back again, my throat softly moaning with itchy pleasure. It's rare for a man to tease me like this after ejaculating, my slippery little hole throbbing against him affectionately, I don't know if it's a renewed erection or the swelling of his masculine vigor.

He felt that I still needed his penis inside me, gently rubbing against him, making my eyes languid. I shyly buried my cheek in his ear, softly moaning—a soft, approving gasp, both satisfied and wanton. My little hole was still clenching and gripping his virility, enjoying the afterglow of our climax, lingering in an inseparable embrace. He never imagined that a man could still enjoy the hunger and need inside me after ejaculation. He repeatedly thrust his glans into my flower, watching me arch my neck, my body flushed. He truly loved this time making love with the young boy. His large mouth kissed my soft neck as he said, "Mmm... I was planning to find a woman after work... mmm... but now I've ejaculated inside you... mmm... brother... mmm... I really want to do it again... mmm..."

"Mmm... ah... what?... mmm... so wet... you've made me so... so wet... mmm... no... ah... mmm... brother... ah ha... mmm..."

He held me tightly, full of energy, panting again, his face showing a desire for a second round, which frightened me so much that I pushed him away violently. Suddenly, there was a loud "boom" outside, which startled us both. My heart pounded, and I pushed him away with all my might...

"Someone... is coming to save us... Ah... throw me out... quick... ah..."

"Ugh... damn it... it must be Ah Tat coming..."

He was reluctant to let this most intimate moment between us be disturbed, so he kissed my lips...

"Fuck you, that felt so good..."

I pushed his chest again, and we were so anxious that we didn't care about anything else, and quickly put our clothes back on. He saw his semen hanging between my two pink buttocks from his thrusts, and couldn't help but take out a tissue that might have been used to wipe his mouth from his pocket and stuff it into my buttocks...

"Hey! Ah Zhou... Ah Zhou... are you here...?"

Atat, anxious to save us, never expecting we'd been intimate, rushed to the storage room, pushed open the door, and was immediately confronted by a floor covered in nude pictures. Zhou hadn't even buttoned his shirt, revealing a pair of firm, slightly damp chests…

"Whoa! What are you doing?"

The storage room door had barely opened when another wave of icy cold air hit me. Terrified, I scurried to the entrance, hearing Zhou yelling angrily, "We're freezing! If you don't come up, we'll die huddled together…"

I thought to myself, you've already ejaculated inside me to your heart's content.

"What the hell is it to me? Who knew you'd be so stupid, trapped here? If the boss hadn't found it strange, I wouldn't have bothered with you…"

Atat stormed out, realizing he'd included me in his earlier words, and immediately stopped talking. The two of us carried the blackboard downstairs together.

"I'm so sorry! Trapped you in the cold storage… Are you alright?"

Henry asked, concerned for me, noticing my flushed face, as if I'd just been to the Arctic.

"It's nothing! I wanted to go to the restroom, so I came back to finish filming as quickly as possible..."

I saw Ah Zhou sitting back at his desk, his eyes glaring at me, a lewd smile still playing on his lips from when he was fucking me. He must know I was going to clean up the fluids he'd ejaculated in my ass...

When I got back, Mr. Mayer was very pleased that I'd placed the rolled-up sausages on the glass table. The dark plastic background made the sausages look glistening with oil, as if they were being cooked directly on an electric stove. I even used the different curves of the sausages to string together the German characters, and some I'd hung up to film the moment the sauce and oil dripped from inside. Mr. Mayer kept nodding, telling me to wait a moment, but then grabbed Henry and took him back to his office. The shoot was finished, and I printed out the preliminary photos for them. Then I packed up my equipment and prepared to return to the studio…

“Rhys, could you stay and talk to Mr. Meyer for a while?”

“Me? Oh… sure. What happened?”

“Don’t be nervous… hehe… Mr. Meyer really admires you. He just told me he’s considering entrusting the German advertising and photos to you and wants to talk to you.”

I was stunned…

It was almost nine o’clock when I got back to the studio. Roger, hearing that I had returned, patted me on the shoulder and said with some relief, “You’ve been gone for so long, I thought you’d run into some trouble. That’s great. You don’t understand the contract details, so it’s better if I talk to him about those. You focus on doing a good job with the post-production of these photos, and I’ll follow up with Mr. Meyer’s intentions. If he really admires you, it’s a good start for you. Their company is just starting out in Hong Kong, but they’ve had it for decades in Germany… Rhys, are you listening to me?”

“…Yes… I heard you…”

"Did you catch a cold in the freezer? You must be exhausted... Let's talk another day. You should go back to your dorm and rest."

On Friday night, I wandered the streets alone. Central was filled with young couples holding hands, shopping and having fun. Some, like me, were lone wolves, or using consumption to alleviate their inner emptiness and work stress. Others were partying with groups of friends in Lan Kwai Fong, seeking a few moments of joy. I stared blankly, thinking that love was probably like this: you find it for a moment, a few years, or even decades, but ultimately you can't hold onto it; you have to go home and settle into the mundane. Seeing that smiling face coming towards me, then a cold, indifferent one in the blink of an eye—it was a mirror reflecting the true nature of me and Jay. I never imagined that less than a year into our relationship, just when I was about to give him my last name, it would suddenly become impossible to continue.

That feeling of emptiness made my nose sting. I looked up and saw that the HMV store in a commercial building was still open. I used to immerse myself in music to numb my longing for love, but I never imagined I'd end up living like this…

“Hey! Look! David Bowie's album is on huge discount…”

I saw a stylishly dressed guy, a little older than me, say this to a man in a sharp suit next to him, and then he ran to the counter. The man slowly walked up to him and said softly, “Don't buy it, I've bought all his albums. Come with me… huh?”

“No! This one has some extra tracks that you might not have…”

Anyone could tell they were a couple—a temporary one, I suppose! I thought of Gang Ge; he also listened to this musician. I randomly picked out an album called “David Live” from the counter, thinking his style was rather eccentric. Turning to the back, wow! A live recording from 1974, so old! I was just about to put it down when I suddenly saw the words "here today, gone tomorrow," and I immediately wanted to hear what this song was all about.

"You like a sailor with a girl on every shore, stay with them now for they won't see you no more, like a gypsy forever on the run, stay for a while, while you look for a whore, like a sailor leaves, come back again, stay for a while and they won't see you again, like a gypsy caravan forever on the run, stay for a while then you pick up and go.

That's how you show your love for me!

That's how you show your love for me!

You're like here today, gone tomorrow, each time you come, you leave a little sorrow..."

Hearing his slightly hoarse voice, so pleading, so accusatory, I was moved by the lyrics, by his emotional yet helpless singing, and my eyes almost welled up with tears. As I listened, I thought of Gang Ge and Jie. Are all No. 1s like sailors and gypsies, wandering around in love, only staying by your side for a while before disappearing without a trace? Here today, gone tomorrow, every time you appear, all that's left is a heart wounded by you. I kept letting his voice replay. It turns out I haven't even had a next life yet, and love is already like this. I decided in my heart to buy this album…

“Min!”

I turned around and saw him: “Liang?…What are you doing here?”

“You said you had a shoot this afternoon and would go back to the studio first. I…I wanted to give you a ride, I was just about to call you when I saw you. Um…who do you listen to?”

I felt a surge of emotion. Every time I felt empty inside, he was always there for me, like my guardian angel. Zhao Liang saw my slightly red eyes and gently called my name: “Min.”

I almost pushed him away. I was afraid, afraid of losing him again, afraid I couldn't bear this loneliness anymore. I quickly looked around, as if afraid of being seen by someone I knew. Many of my university classmates used to stroll around Central for leisure.

“Wait for me a moment.”

“Do you listen to rock music? I thought you only liked classical music.”

I bought the album, Zhao Liang asked as we walked.

"I just heard a song I like..."

"So? Do you want to go back to the dorm?"

I knew that without Jie's "threat," he was eager to go on a date with me. But seeing my suddenly cold expression, his tone became probing. I was torn to the extreme. He had risked his life for me in America; even if I were blind, I would know how much he loved me. But how long could this relationship last? Gang's departure, Jie's apology—wasn't it just me left alone in my sadness?

"If you don't want to go back to the dorm… how about a drive? The car is parked near your photo studio…"

"Don't you have class or practice tomorrow?"

"You're unhappy, and as your… friend, shouldn't I try to cheer you up?"

"I don't want to go back to the dorm for now… okay. I don't know where I want to go either, let's drive around for a bit… Liang. I'm sorry…"

He gave a bitter smile, and the two of them walked towards the photo studio.

"Haven't you had dinner yet?"

Zhao Liang's question made my stomach rumble loudly; I wasn't hungry at all. Zhao Liang shook his head and smiled slightly, saying, "Let's eat something first before going for a drive."

"Liang, I don't want to linger here... There are many college classmates here, and it's close to the photo studio..."

"Min, relax a bit. Have dinner with your friends, go shopping, is anyone going to question you? You'll miss out on many wonderful things around you if you keep doing this."

Zhao Liang paused, his face showing concern, his words carrying a deeper meaning. I lowered my head, knowing I'd never been a brave young man when it came to love; the initiative never came my way. He grabbed my shoulder and said, "It's sunny today, but the day after tomorrow it'll be windy... Min. How much can you control? Even if you don't love me anymore, am I not worthy of being your friend?"

"Liang. I'm sorry! Please don't say that. I... I'm so confused..."

"Sigh... If you care about me this much, I'd be willing to sacrifice anything for you... Don't say anymore. Come on! Let's go have dinner first."

Zhao Liang turned to leave, his mind immediately flashing back to the night his left arm was stabbed. He had already sacrificed for me; it was I, the heartless one, who had never placed him in a more important position. He put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and saw me still standing there: "Min! Are you still standing there? Hurry up!"

"Liang. I know how to cook..." I walked up to him and looked up at him.

"It's so late, by the time you're done, it'll be a midnight snack... Suddenly you don't want to go for a drive anymore?"

"Isn't there a supermarket nearby? I'd like to make something simple at your place, is that okay?"

"I'm fed up with you. You're more unpredictable than the weather..." He smiled, but his expression was quite strange: "What kind of dish do you want to make?"

"Come with me!"

I grabbed his arm and ran forward, feeling that I had really broken Zhao Liang's heart, yet he still followed me faithfully, appearing whenever I was down. Was God determined to make me choose him? I pulled Zhao Liang so hard that he stumbled, because the supermarket was about to close...

"Min. I don't have much seasoning at home..." Zhao Liang said breathlessly.

"I know, I'll make instant noodles. But we'll need to buy some toppings..."

The two of us quickly picked out our favorite toppings before the supermarket closed. I had no idea what Zhaoliang liked to eat…

“I’m not picky at all, but if I’m eating noodles, I like corn kernels, fresh scallops, and fresh shrimp…”

“They don’t sell shrimp now…”

“Oh… they should have some refrigerated ones here… do you mind?”

I shook my head, grateful for his thoughtfulness: “…You can also add seaweed…”

“Okay. Hurry up! I want some mini sausages too…”

Zhaoliang ran to the freezer, picked out a pack, and when he came back, his bright smile touched my heart. I grabbed him and ran to the condiment section, buying quite a few in one go. Seeing me acting like a shopaholic, buying a whole bunch of things like minced garlic, minced garlic with fermented black beans, and seafood sauce, Zhao Liang couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! You bought so much, I don't need any of it!"

"There'll always be a chance to use it, so I won't be caught unprepared when I'm cooking at your house..."

While I was still picking things out, he quietly approached and whispered in my ear, "Min, are you really willing to cook for me?"

His slightly breathless voice sounded just like the first time he held me on horseback...

"I...aren't we cooking at your house later?"

Seeing him staring at me intently, stammering, unable to fathom my ever-changing emotions, and afraid I might change my mind and not come to his house, I hesitated for a moment before shoving a basket of groceries into his hands: "Come on, pay!"

"Oh..."

I chuckled inwardly; his obsequious expression probably meant he thought I was playing a trick on him. I said quietly, "If I had met my godfather earlier, I might already be a great cook..."

"Such a capable man, I really want to meet your godfather..."

"Why?"

Walking out of the supermarket, Zhaoliang, carrying a large bag of food, continued, "Think about it. If it weren't for his unwavering determination, to have a man give up his already established career and run a printing factory so far away... I think he's quite capable..."

"But I know my godfather isn't happy at all..."

"Huh? Didn't you say he was incredibly happy that day and drank a lot?"

"I was talking about usual... When he drinks, he always looks dazed. I need to visit him more often."

"Yeah. He loves you so much, and even said he'd leave everything to you... I always find it strange, why doesn't he get married? A man with such good qualities, isn't he worried about finding a partner?"

I remembered the time my godfather glared at me, saying I looked like my mother; my godfather must still love my mother...

“He’s probably a very persistent man…”

Zhao Liang, who had been smiling, suddenly became serious: “Min. I’m a very persistent man too!”

I rolled my eyes at him, knowing what he meant, but didn’t answer. As soon as we reached his car, a gust of cold wind seeped into my skin. Zhao Liang put the food on the back seat and, without thinking, took off his coat…

“Liang. We’re all in the car, no need.”

“Are you afraid of being in public?”

I was about to open the car door when his gentlemanly manners remained unchanged; he opened the door for me.

“You should put it on, the air conditioning will be cold when we drive!”

I was so timid, always afraid of being seen by classmates or acquaintances on the street, that I practically knelt down before putting on his coat. Zhao Liang shook his head and smiled, saying, "So afraid to face people... I'm afraid you won't even dare to admit to the person you love. Besides, right now I'm just... just one of your friends."

"I can't be as open-minded as you..."

Zhao Liang said as he fastened his seatbelt, "One day your friends will see you walking intimately with a man, and then you can't deny it, can you?"

"Liang, have you forgotten I'm not an adult yet? I don't want you to get into trouble, so be careful on the street."

"You're right!... Min. I suddenly thought of buying some desserts in Wan Chai, can you handle it?"

"Whatever, I was hungry for a while anyway, and now my stomach isn't rumbling anymore."

Zhao Liang parked the car on the street next to the Southorn Playground and said, "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Seeing him run into a shop across the street, I looked around and suddenly spotted an adorable large squirrel toy on the right side of the back seat. I grabbed it, hugged it, and gently stroked its lifelike fur. Zhao Liang must often think about the time we first met; a series of memories flooded his mind. At that moment, I truly felt that only he was in my heart, and only he could make me happy and not feel lonely.

Knock knock knock… 12-09
358 – Forging an Unbreakable Bond

Knock knock knock…

I was startled. Who would be knocking on the window? Turning my head, I saw it was Ah Kun. He was holding a basketball in his right hand and gesturing wildly with the other. I opened the car window: “You… what are you doing here?” He stared at Zhao Liang’s RV with envy.

"Yeah! I was wondering too. That BMW is amazing, whose car is it?"

"I...I was just heading back to my dorm, and a college classmate gave me a ride. What about you? What are you doing here?"

"I just played a friendly match with some people here, I have to go now...um. Jie's with them."

I immediately looked out the back window, but didn't see my old classmates, and Jie was nowhere to be seen. Ah Kun smiled: "Jie went to eat porridge with Ziwei and the pretender."

It seemed he didn't know about me and Jie. He suddenly nodded towards me.

"Hi!"

Zhao Liang, holding a dessert, greeted Ah Kun. The two had met briefly at the hospital when Xiao Dong's mother had her accident.

"Hi!...I'll be going now. Bye-bye!"

I felt a little awkward, wondering if he would tell Jie about meeting me.兆良刚进车，便说：“馋嘴之故……敏。我不是故意的……”

“纸裹不了火。走吧！”

心里虽然这样说，我仍是想起阿坤说他们往吃粥去，这边正是往粥店的方向，便跟兆良说：“良。你可以拐过对面线回中区去麽？”

“这儿不能跳过对面线啊！一定要驶到电脑广场那边才能拐回中区线。干吗？”

“算了！”

“敏……”

看到兆良脸上难受的表情，我心里极不好受，难道要所有爱我的男生都哀伤的离去？我轻轻抱起怀里的大松鼠玩具，对着牠说：“想到你抓着我不放，我真想揍你一顿，不过看到你这麽可爱我舍不得，而且你总是在我不开心的时候便出现……”

兆良忍不住抓着我右手，说：“敏。要是我能让你过的快乐，我甚麽也愿意……”

他立即四处查看有没有警车、员警，车子突然箭似的越过对面线，便往中区驶去。 I didn't quite understand what he meant, but his disregard for traffic rules, crossing the opposite lane, made me feel that he loved me so much that he couldn't control me, even to the point of risking everything. I glared at him and said, "Liang, there's no need to do as I say. I was just asking..."

He grabbed my right hand, not answering, as if no matter how he explained, he couldn't make me understand how much he loved me. I knew I had truly loved him, although that love wasn't as deeply rooted as Jay's. Perhaps I was too conservative, too stubbornly persistent in my love. Perhaps I hadn't grown up yet, living in a fantasy, searching for a kind of innocence that this earth doesn't allow.

I held his hand tightly, gently kissing the squirrel toy in my arms, but in my heart I thought, I've never been innocent, and even Jay isn't innocent anymore, so what's the point of searching? The desires in my heart have always been a wild horse that no one can control. Do I have the right to crave innocence?

"Liang. Do you still have those guitar pieces?"

"Of course I do!"

Soon, the tinkling of guitar music filled the carriage, but I was thinking of Jie. That night before Mid-Autumn Festival, we made wishes together in Lin Village, "My heart is like a pine tree, what about yours?", "This love must be questioned by Heaven." Now, I was holding Zhaoliang's hand, "The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, but where has that face gone?" Seeing Zhaoliang still in the car, turning his face to look at me every now and then, just like in America, a sudden wave of sadness welled up inside me. I sobbed and asked, "Can you... teach me to forget him... Can I... forget him... I... will follow you......"

Zhaoliang pulled me into his arms: "Can you teach me how to forget you too? Min! How can I?... I only beg you not to forget me!"

I buried my face in his chest and wept bitterly, the bitter feeling finally arriving. Gang-ge. You didn't lie to me at all.

"Don't cry, okay? I'm so afraid you'll cry in front of me... Min... A person who only knows how to get up after falling is useless. You have to get up and keep moving forward. My family's situation seems like we have nothing to worry about, but having a father is like not having one, and my mother has been sent to a nursing home. I'm all alone. How can I not feel bad?... Min. You won't grow up until you've experienced hardship, and you won't know how many friends around you cherish you and want to encourage you..."

He paused, then suddenly laughed and said, "Hahaha... We're really in the same boat, no parents, one a zero and the other a one, both troubled by others' indifference towards us... Hahaha..."

"Liang. I'm not indifference towards you..."

I couldn't help but immediately kiss the corner of his mouth. Zhao Liang smiled: "Almost there... Ah!"

He suddenly slammed on the brakes, and I almost crashed into the windshield...

"Min. Are you alright?"

I hurriedly said, "I'm fine... Why did you brake?..."

"Look!"

I looked out the window and saw a small, dark brown tabby cat illuminated by the car headlights... its little body swaying, it seemed to have just crossed the road, its nose sniffing at something small.

"How pitiful! Who would do such a thing?"

Zhao Liang, used to living in America, was very wary of small animals crossing the road. I immediately followed him out of the car. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a kitten's pitiful cry from the bushes in the distance, but the kitten came out. Zhao Liang crouched down, about to touch the tabby cat, when it immediately lowered its body, making an angry growling sound in its throat, as if it had been starving for a long time and was afraid Zhao Liang would take its food... It bit into half a pear on the ground and kept walking back to the other side of the road. Luckily, this was almost Zhao Liang's private road, so there weren't many cars passing by.

Was this little kitten looking for food to feed its younger siblings? Seeing its tiny body suffering from hunger in this world, we couldn't bear it and immediately followed behind it. But its frail body was too weak to even climb onto the sidewalk, so it had to put down the pear in its mouth. Compassion compelled me to gently place it on the sidewalk. It immediately held onto the pear tightly and walked towards the bushes… After entering the bushes, it gently tossed the pear next to a gray object and meowed softly. The other kittens also started meowing. We had just arrived when we saw the tabby cat toss the pear next to a large cat's face, but the large cat didn't react, as if it were asleep. Zhao Liang immediately knelt down. Several kittens huddled behind what appeared to be their mother, meowing pitifully, as if seeking warmth from the cold…

Zhao Liang gently touched the gray tabby mother cat's body: “Poor thing! Their mother is dead…”

The tabby kitten nudged its mother, then snuggled closer, meowing occasionally as if trying to wake her and let her know it had brought food. Seeing the mother cat's stiff limbs outstretched, and the six orphaned kittens lying in the grass, my nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. I never imagined that this tabby kitten had risked its life to bring food to its mother, running across the road in search of sustenance. I, who am usually prone to tears, couldn't help but burst into sobs…

“Liang!…This world is so cruel…Who…who would have dropped them out…”

Zhao Liang hugged me tightly: "Don't cry... It might not be that they fell out; maybe the mother cat was a stray... There are just too many cruel things we don't see..."

I sobbed, "Can you save these kittens?"

He thought for a moment: "All the animal shelters are closed..." Zhao Liang gently stroked the kittens: "Hmm. I remembered a friend of a friend of mine owns a pet shop..."

I quickly said: "Liang, I want to adopt them... I don't want to separate them... It's too... pitiful... But... but the dormitory... my place... doesn't allow pets..."

Zhao Liang hugged me tighter: "...It seems I'm destined to be connected with you and animals... You stay here and watch them. I'll go home and get a cardboard box to settle them in, then I'll go find my friend... I don't have much to feed them at home, I need to get them something to eat..."

"Does your place allow pets?"

"There's a dog downstairs too. Wait for me, don't go away..."

Seeing the six thin, frail kittens, their beautiful stripes a gift from heaven, yet barely able to survive, tears welled in my eyes, and I couldn't help but question the heavens. You said flowers wither in an instant, and you gave them the most dazzling coats; what crime have these kittens committed that they can't even find a small place to grow up on this earth? I gently stroked their fur, feeling the mud and grime on their skin. I couldn't resist picking up the very intelligent tabby kitten. It cried pitifully, its front paws flailing wildly. I held it in my arms, and it kept meowing, trying to climb onto me. I cried as I looked at it, and several pitiful kittens nestled on its dead mother.

My eyes were filled with tears, and I decided to adopt them all, to never let them be homeless again. As soon as the little tabby kitten climbed onto me, the other kittens clinging to their mother all walked towards me, meowing as they went, their little paws patting my pants, as if afraid I would steal their brother away—it was quite pitiful. I knelt down and placed them all in my lap, gently stroking them. I thought to myself, this tabby kitten is stronger than me; if it hadn't taken that step forward to let us see it, they might have starved to death. The six kittens, tired from meowing, felt my warmth under Zhao Liang's coat, and only meowed occasionally. I stroked the little tabby kitten and said to it in a silly tone, "As long as I, Qiu Min, live, I will never let you be separated..."

It meowed softly and jumped to the ground, running to its mother's side... constantly turning back to look at me, its meows seeming to beg me to save its mother. Tears streaming down my face, I shook my head and wrapped the kitten in Zhaoliang's coat… Its trembling body, clearly hungry and cold, still clung to its mother, touching my heart. The mother cat's fur was neat and tidy; she wasn't a stray. I couldn't understand why her owner would be so heartless, abandoning them. Just as I was thinking about how to get them some food, I heard Zhaoliang drive back. He came to my side carrying a plastic toolbox.

"Min, I don't have a cardboard box at home. Put them in the toolbox for now!"

I peered into the toolbox; he had already lined the cold toolbox with thick towels.

"There are hand warmers under the towels!"

He gently placed the six kittens into the box, but they seemed to know they were being taken away, scratching wildly and trying to climb out again, as if they couldn't bear to part with their mother. Tears welled in my eyes. I never imagined they were so intelligent. Zhaoliang said, "Min, don't cry. I'll lift the box, you can put them in."

I saw the kittens pok their little heads out of the box, meowing at their mother. Their large, round, pitiful eyes, the dirt around their eyes and faces... I couldn't bear to see the pitiful look in these little lives. I went to the mother cat, scooped up some mud and weeds, and piled them on her, saying in my heart, "I won't let your children suffer. Go in peace."

"Min, dig some soil and put it in..."

"Why?"

"The smell of soil might make them feel better."

I immediately did as he said, grabbing a handful of soil and grass from beside the mother cat and putting it in the toolbox. The kittens' meows gradually subsided. Zhaoliang carried the toolbox to the back seat: "Min, you carry the toolbox."

"What did your friend's friend say?" I became nervous, wondering if I could find some food for them.

"Hey! She's a cat fanatic. As soon as she heard how pitiful they were, she said she'd open the door even if it meant closing it. Enough talk, let's hurry over. She said she'd go back to the pet shop immediately."

The kitten felt the car shake and immediately peered around, meowing incessantly… They were so pitiful, such fragile lives left to roam the streets. I gently placed my hands in the toolbox to warm them. Little Tiger was even licking the fur of the other cats; it touched me so much that I couldn't help but gently stroke it…

"Is this Vivien? I'm Chen Zhaoliang, Joan's friend…"

"Yes. Come in quickly… Where are the cats? Let me see them first…"

This lady seemed more anxious than us as she asked.

"Vivien. We want to buy some food for them; they look like they've been hungry for a long time…"

Although it was the first time I'd met this lady in her twenties, I couldn't resist immediately asking for food.

“They’re so young…so pitiful…I think they’re only four weeks old, they practically need a wet nurse’s milk and body heat to survive…so pitiful, and we don’t even know if they’re sick…”

Vivien said as she checked on them. The kittens, seeing the unfamiliar environment, kept meowing softly, their tiny bodies trembling.

“Can’t they drink milk or fresh milk?” I asked quickly.

“Absolutely not milk or any dairy products from cows. Kittens are sensitive to milk; it’ll give them diarrhea. They’re already so thin, they might die…”

“Then what should we do?” I asked anxiously, tugging at Zhaoliang’s clothes.

“What do you suggest we do?” Zhaoliang asked Vivien.

“Are you going to adopt them or hand them over to an animal welfare organization?”

“What’s the difference?” I asked quickly.

“The animal welfare association offers 24-hour service. They will take them in and wait for someone to adopt them, but it would be best if you could pay for the kittens’ medical check-up. The association’s finances generally depend on donations from animal lovers…”

“I want to adopt them. I told their mother that I wouldn’t let her children suffer…”

I said, my eyes reddening.

“Min, don’t get excited… Vivien. What did you mean by looking for a foster mother cat?”

“To avoid spreading diseases to other pets, when people bring in pets of unknown origin, I usually ask them to have the pet checked by a vet first. I only accept the kittens after I have a medical report, and then let them stay in the cage of a foster mother cat. However, I can’t guarantee that I can find a suitable one; it depends on the mother cat’s temperament. If she doesn’t accept them, she might kill them. But if she’s willing to nurse them, she’ll usually treat them as her own…”

“Do you have any foster mother cats here?”

Vivien smiled and grabbed my shoulder, saying, “Don’t be nervous. I only have two foster mother cats here right now. A customer took one away yesterday. Come and take a look…”

Seeing the kittens shivering in the glass cabinet, I put them back in the toolbox.

“To be honest, I can’t make exceptions for my shop. If the cats and dogs in the shop get sick, the losses would be huge.”

I thought about it and realized that her concern about the health of pets of unknown origin was understandable, so I said to her, “Vivien, if you have any wet nurses here who are willing to nurse your cats, I… I’ll buy them all…”

Zhao Liang asked again, “Is this the only way?”

“You’ve never raised kittens before, you don’t know how fragile life is. I think the best way to save them is to take them to the animal shelter as soon as possible for a thorough medical check-up, or try your luck and find a foster mother cat to nurse them. But I can’t guarantee that the foster mothers here will like them… The worst-case scenario is that you buy the kitten formula I have here and feed them yourself with small bottles. But they’re still so young, they’ll need to be fed about every four hours… Sigh, you have no experience, the process of feeding them is really complicated…”

“Good. Try finding a foster mother cat! Please! I don’t want them to be separated, I don’t want any animal shelter!”

I felt terrible, knowing that the kittens would have to live in his house, and there might be another adult cat too.

“The animal association also has people to take care of these little lives. Just feeding them, with all six crying at once, you won’t be able to feed them all in time, and they might not survive…”

Zhao Liang saw me clutching his clothes and said, “Let’s try to find a wet nurse first! We have no other choice.”

Vivien held one of the tabby kittens in her hands and swayed it in front of a cage with a fluffy, all-white mother cat, letting the mother cat see the kitten’s entire body: “This is Tiny, the hairy kitten…”

At this moment, the kitten cried pitifully, screaming as if it wanted to drink milk, but the wet nurse sniffed it and then slapped it with her paw. I was so scared that I grabbed Vivien’s hand.

“Don’t be nervous. I can control the cat wet nurse… Look at Nicole…”

She went to the other side and also placed the kitten in front of the cage. A gray tabby cat, lying down, looked at it curiously at first. I was incredibly nervous. What if it wouldn’t nurse either? Where would we find a cat wet nurse at night? I squinted, and soon heard the little tabby's meows soften...

"Ah...she seems willing...look! She's licking the kittens!"

Vivien said with a half-smile, slowly opening the cat cage. I opened my eyes, and the little tabby had already eagerly crawled into the mother cat's belly, and Nicole was still licking the little tabby. I immediately picked up my toolbox...

"Don't rush...take your time."

Vivien controlled the time, letting the mother cat Nicole get used to the kittens' scent. Only when she was willing to lick them were other kittens added, until all six kittens were inside her belly, at which point she simply lay down to feed them. I couldn't help but gently stroke Nicole, feeling her greatness.

"Vivien. I want Nicole."

Although I saw that she was expensive, she was the kittens' only hope for survival, and her own markings were also very beautiful. Seeing the expressions on the kittens' faces as they nursed, I couldn't help but smile.

“You must take the kitten and Nicole for a health check tomorrow; this expense cannot be spared.”

Vivien handed me Nicole’s medical report, her background information, and a document filled with veterinarian addresses.

"Don't worry. I definitely will... What other necessary supplies do I need for raising a cat?"

"Come and see. This toolbox won't work. Buy a cat cage. This one is bigger and lighter, so you can take them all with you... Besides these, what you need for now is a litter box, cat bedding, and Nicole's food. You can add the rest later. Kid, be prepared that once you have them, you can't just abandon them. You don't want to raise them anymore..."

"If I were that kind of person, I wouldn't even look at them! Don't worry, I'll raise them to adulthood no matter what... By the way, what's this?" "

Oh. Cats like to scratch things. This is for training cats to practice their scratching on this pillar. There are some moving things tied to it. When the kittens see them and are curious, they'll scratch them. Over time, they'll practice their scratching on this pillar. Otherwise, they'll scratch the furniture."

"I want this!"

Zhao Liang saw that I had bought a lot of cat supplies and Nicole's food and couldn't help but say, "Min, don't you think that's too much?"

“They live in your house. How could I bear it if they scratched your furniture and made a mess? Besides, these are all necessary.”

Although I spent several thousand yuan to adopt Nicole, she was truly a savior for these poor kittens. I felt satisfied, at least there was still hope to save them, even though it had hurt Zhaoliang.

“You bought way too much!”

he said as he walked, carrying several bags of cat supplies. I hugged the cat cage, feeling more satisfied than ever before, and said with a smile, “Let me carry some for you!”

“No need. It’s not that it’s too heavy, but whether they will survive is still unknown. It’s not too late to buy them after seeing the vet tomorrow.”

“I’ll have to buy them sooner or later, and I don’t want the cats to make a mess of your house after they’ve eaten. Liang, thank you.”

I peeked at the cat cage. Some of the six kittens were really tired. After eating, they nestled in Nicole’s warm embrace and fell asleep. Some of them curiously poked their heads out, walked up to Nicole, sniffed her mouth, and meowed softly as if thanking her. Nicole licked them, then slowly lay down. I stared blankly at the pitiful yet adorable group in the cat cage, all of them homeless and adrift, tears welling in my eyes, yet my heart felt comforted. Suddenly, I thought of my own situation; without Jie, where would my soul find rest? I looked at Zhaoliang again, and couldn't help but hug his waist, but didn't say a word, as if at this moment, words were unnecessary.

"Would you abandon them at my house and not come to see them?"

"No! Never! Liang. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do with them."

359 – The Cat's Love We

were almost at Zhaoliang's house. I kept looking at the bushes across the street, hoping for a miracle—that the mother cat would wake up, or that I would see the father cat. But the car kept driving into the parking lot. I thought these heavenly dreams should stay in heaven; there would be no miracles here. Vivien always said that newly adopted cats should be kept as quiet as possible in their homes, to make them feel safe and get used to the sounds around them. At this moment, the usually quiet house of Zhaoliang was occasionally disturbed by the soft meows of kittens, which felt particularly strange, as if I had just started living with him. I left them in the cage for a while, first placing a soft, round cat bedding in the corner. After everything was ready, I put in some Nicole's dry food, then opened the cage and let them come out on their own. Nicole saw the treats she was used to eating, slowly walked out, and looked around at her surroundings. I stroked her and said, "Nicole, this is your temporary home!"

Nicole's expression was also very pitiful, her big eyes seemed not to believe that she would be so lucky... She only ate a little, then lazily walked to the soft bedding, checked the walls for anything, and then settled down on the bedding. Without her, some kittens woke up but went back to sleep, while others curiously peeked their little heads out of the cage, looked around, but dared not step out. The kittens' soft meows were so adorable that Nicole couldn't help but meow too. I placed the cage in front of Nicole so the kittens wouldn't have to walk too far.

"Let them wander around; they'll always be curious and want to see what's going on around them."

Zhaoliang came out of the kitchen, holding an apple and eating it with relish. I couldn't help but run to his side, hug him, and said, "Liang, I'm sorry, I said I'd make something to eat..."

Zhaoliang smiled wryly, "Let's make breakfast! But aren't you hungry?"

"Of course I'm hungry! But let me see them first, then I'll make you a 'midnight snack'..."

"Eat!" Zhaoliang put the apple to my lips, and I thought he'd never been so cute, so I took a bite.

The two of us sat on the floor next to the sofa, watching the kittens that were too afraid to come out. I never imagined that something so simple could bring me such indescribable joy.

"Kitties... come out!"

Zhao Liang pretended to meow, leaning forward to tease the kittens in the cage. I suddenly remembered that if they didn't survive tomorrow, I should take some photos to remember Little Tiger's bravery.

Several kittens smelled the apple scent on Zhao Liang's hands, shaking their little heads in the cage, too afraid to come out, their round eyes filled with curiosity and pity. I picked up Little Tiger and held it in my arms... it meowed a few times, as if calling for its mother, but then watched Zhao Liang make a crisp apple-sounding noise from his mouth... it sniffed and licked its lips, looking like it wanted to take a bite too, so adorable. I hugged Little Tiger, snuggling beside Zhao Liang, and we couldn't help but laugh. The other kittens, seeing their leader being held by me, slowly walked out of the cage, took a few steps like explorers, then stopped, looking around.

Zhao Liang turned on the heater, and the slightly warm room emboldened the skinny kittens, who began to explore Zhao Liang's living room. Hearing the kittens' fragile cries, I truly felt how difficult it must be for them to struggle for survival in this world. I gently kissed Zhaoliang on the cheek. Zhaoliang was overjoyed, his smile wide, and he pulled me into his arms.

"Liang, do you have class tomorrow? Will you come with me to take them to the vet?"

"How could I leave you behind? There are some canned food and spaghetti inside, go get some!"

His thoughtfulness and love warmed my heart, and I nestled into his arms: "Thank you. Liang... before you brought the box, I promised their mother I would adopt them all..."

"Look at you! Did I say I would chase them away? I've thought about getting a dog before, but then I thought... I should find myself a companion first before getting a pet..."

I understood what he meant and couldn't help but kiss him passionately. His eager kiss and the strength in his arms made me feel comfortable and pleasurable all over. After a while, I felt a little thing crawling around between my knees, letting out a few soft meows, before we separated. The little tabby cat, having gotten used to its surroundings, jumped into the space between my legs. I couldn't resist stroking this adorable and intelligent cat. Zhaoliang went into the kitchen and brought me a can of noodles and a dish of lukewarm water. Without hesitation, the little tabby, no longer afraid, jumped to the dish and began licking the water. The "drip-drip" sound of it licking made us both smile.

"Remember to come see them often, I wouldn't mind adopting them!"

"Of course I'll come see them, I promised the little tabby. Besides, I've been looking for a quiet place to study these past few weeks, the big exams are coming up soon..."

"Min...from now on they'll be our children, okay?"

"Ew! What do you take me for?"

"We don't have any children, adopting them is a good idea..."

I understood Zhaoliang's feelings and hugged him tightly. At that moment, I felt as if I had found a loving owner myself.

"...At least we've never felt this warm and cozy before...right?"

He gently kissed my forehead, and I felt incredibly comforted. I kissed him again. Just then, the kittens were licking water. Little Tiger Stripe, having drunk its fill, jumped into Zhaoliang's arms and meowed a few times. Hearing its delicate, fragile, and pitiful meows, I silently prayed to God that nothing would happen to them. I had to feed these kittens, no matter what.

“Liang. Little Tiger Stripes seems to be thanking you.”

Zhao Liang smiled slightly, gently stroking Little Tiger Stripes, and whispered in my ear, “Are you planning to name them?”

“Oh! I haven’t thought about giving them names yet. I love her the most. If she hadn’t run away, our whole family might have died.”

I gently stroked Little Tiger Stripes, and Zhao Liang picked her up with one hand, curling her long tail. The cat meowed, thinking Zhao Liang was going to attack her. “I didn’t expect her to be the eldest sister. I thought she was the eldest brother. You give her a name.”

He placed Little Tiger Stripes in our hands. She meowed a few times, looking around Zhao Liang’s house with curiosity. It seemed that after witnessing the harsh realities of life in the wild, she had suddenly entered a place like paradise and couldn’t believe her luck. I scratched its little head and said, "I'll call you... Ling'er! The spirited Ling... Ling'er. How are you? Are you full?"

I teased Ling'er, while Zhaoliang slowly picked up the other kittens, checking their genders one by one: "This spotted one is male... This gray one... looks just like its mother, it's female... This one is..."

That's how I named them, though they were all in pairs: a pair of brown tiger stripes, a pair of gray tiger stripes, and a pair of spotted ones. I recognized the brave little tiger the most because it had a small yellow stripe on its head. But I couldn't figure out the others in the end. Zhaoliang laughed and said, "Tomorrow we'll buy some different colored collars so we won't get confused. Min. Now it's my turn to be hungry!"

I laughed and put the kitten on his lap, then went to the kitchen to make a midnight snack. Hearing the kittens meowing outside, I felt a sudden urge to live with Zhaoliang. Would such a loving boy really abandon me?

I was making steamed shrimp with garlic sauce, and the aroma of the soup wafted from the kitchen. First, Nicole came in, circling around my legs and wagging her tail, meowing. I said to her, "Nicole, you can't eat these!"

Zhaoliang also came in carrying two little tabby kittens. "Wow! It smells so good! Min. Hurry up, I'm hungrier than the kittens..."

"You wait outside, Liang. Nicole is actually very hungry. I don't think she wants dry food, can you give her some cat food?"

Seeing the kittens' paws crawling from Zhaoliang's body to his shoulder, I couldn't help but kiss him. He looked so cute at that moment, with two kittens on his body and several other cats peeking out from the ground behind him, checking out their surroundings. I felt really bad having a big guy taking care of so many cats for me.

The two of us sat at the dining table and enjoyed our food. Zhaoliang had never tasted my cooking before, and he thoroughly enjoyed it this time.

“Min, if you don’t come often, the biggest cat here will starve to death…”

“Aren’t you going to be a squirrel anymore?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, I don’t care. As long as you’re willing, I’ll be your slave.”

I smiled. For these kittens, I thought I couldn’t help but rekindle the love that had cooled down for so long. The two of us watched as the six kittens explored the unfamiliar surroundings in the living room. Some timidly hid under the cabinets, peeking out, while others playfully clawed at each other’s tails. Although they were small, cats are still cats, always lively and active. I was a little worried that the kittens, being so mischievous, would jump around and make a mess of Zhao Liang’s house.

“Liang, is it convenient for the cats to stay here?”

“Let them get used to the living room for now. If they’re free tomorrow, let them go to my dad’s room. When I’m out, I’ll put them in my dad’s room and have the cleaning lady give Nicole some food.”

“Your dad’s room? Why?”

“His room is quite simple, just a bed and a desk, nothing else.”

“Liang, if Uncle comes back, will he be upset that you’ve made his room like this…”

“Don’t worry! I don’t think he’ll come back to Hong Kong. He hasn’t come back since I started secondary school, almost ten years. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to tell you back then that I wanted to live with you. Make this shrimp again next time, it’s so delicious.”

Zhao Liang showed me his uncle’s room, a bedroom that was almost a thousand square feet, and I was taken aback.

“It’s quite spacious here, and the cats have a lot of room to move around.”

“Of course it’s not small, it’s almost too big…”

He moved the bed next to the wardrobe, making the space even more spacious. Just as I was thinking about how to set up a temporary home for the cats, he suddenly shoved a bunch of keys into my hand: "Here. If I practice tonight, you can come and see them first."

I stared at him, stunned. This was only the second time in my life that a man had given me a key to his house. My heart warmed, and I rushed into his arms.

Having encountered the kittens, we cuddled together after our "midnight snack," admiring these little creatures. Zhaoliang slowly dimmed the lights and sat with me on the floor, watching them move around. Ling'er seemed to understand it was time to sleep; she slowly walked to Nicole's side, but left her for a while, sniffing Nicole before curling up into a small ball, meowing softly—so adorable. Nicole suddenly reached out a paw and pulled her into her arms, licking her. I thought if we had found them earlier, the one licking Ling'er right now would be her mother. However, Nicole's maternal love seemed to work well with the kitten, and Ling'er began to drift off to sleep.

I gently stroked Nicole and Ling'er. The other kittens, sensing the dim light, swayed unsteadily as they slowly made their way to the bedding, and the six little cuties huddled together. Even though some weren't sleepy yet, they were still connected heart to heart. Watching them gently lick their paws, fur, and twitch their ears, Nicole licked them affectionately. I moved closer to Zhaoliang and whispered, "Will they survive?"

Zhaoliang scratched my hair and kissed my forehead. I felt closer to him than ever before, and hugged him.

"There's no way. It's pitiful, but all animals are born and raised in nature... They're lucky you saw them. Even if they don't survive tomorrow, at least they know someone loved them..."

He stared intently at me, his voice carrying a deeper meaning. I gently kissed him: "...If they're healthy, I'll at least raise them... Liang. Thank you so much."

"You've said it so many times, silly. I'm a homeless animal too, and I'm so happy you're willing to visit me!"

"Liang. I want to watch over them tonight..."

"What? All night?"

"Yes..." He must have been thinking about making love to me: "...Actually, I'm afraid Nicole might suddenly bite them..."

"Okay! I said I'd do whatever you want. Go take a shower first, let me watch over them."

He went into the bedroom and gave me a set of pajamas and a robe. I was touched; he so desperately wanted to live with me, and everything was already prepared for me, just waiting for me to agree to his request.

The amenities of a wealthy family—even showering can be accompanied by music. I knew he had played some very soft and melodious harp music outside, which could also be heard in the bathroom. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw a bed, two pillows, a thick quilt, and sheets on the living room floor.

“Liang…whoa…what are you doing?”

“You want to watch the cats? Are you going to sleep on the floor or the sofa? I even dragged Dad’s bed out…”

I jumped to Zhao Liang’s side, hugged him, and said, “Uncle, you’ve made me so angry!”

He almost wanted to “execute me on the spot,” his embrace on the bed both tender and passionate. Suddenly, I saw Nicole staring at us expectantly, so I pushed him away to avoid being intimate in front of the cats.

I tried to hold on, watching over the seven cats sleeping together in the corner of the living room. This Japanese-style tatami experience with Zhao Liang was quite unique. He kept his head propped up, his arm around me, watching the cats together. Although we didn’t have sex, it was like watching over our own children. I gently kissed his lips: “…Again…”

With a “pop,” I kissed him passionately again. Zhao Liang’s loving gesture almost made me want to make love to him, but knowing I had to watch over the cats, he turned and hugged me, soon falling asleep.

And me? Holding Nicole's "identity card" felt like reading a story of a stray cat, even her love history... She gave birth twice, the first time after being discovered, the second time when she was being bred, but all her offspring were adopted, leaving her all alone, waiting to be taken in. Even a cat can't find an ideal mate, even experiencing separation from her offspring. No wonder Nicole's eyes were so... so sorrowful just now. What more could I ask for? On the other hand, Ling'er gave me a lot of inspiration. Living in this cruel world, being timid and retreating only reduces opportunities; fear prevents you from finding the happiness that might come. I began to feel that in the future, facing love will require struggle to escape hardship, because luck only happens occasionally. Ling'er is young and inexperienced, which is why she acted so recklessly. But when she grows up and experiences the same things as Nicole, will she still be so brave? Or will she, like Nicole, be depressed about her life?

I tossed and turned thinking. Around three in the morning, the cat woke up and crawled back into Nicole's belly to nurse, but Nicole didn't wake up. I struggled on, but the day's work left me utterly exhausted. The kittens had finished their milk and fallen asleep again. A sweet feeling welled up inside me. I snuggled back into Zhaoliang's arms, taking his large arm and placing it on my waist, gazing at his handsome face as he slept. How popular would a guy like that be with girls? I gently kissed him, then couldn't hold on any longer…

“Kitty…kitty…kitty…”

I woke up to the soft meowing of several kittens. They had already curiously climbed onto our blankets. I saw Nicole eating her dry food and immediately checked the number of kittens before feeling relieved. Seeing the four kittens moving around on us, I couldn't resist putting them under the covers. A few kittens poked their little heads out from under the covers, meowing at me curiously, looking incredibly cute. The warmth under the covers seemed to make them reluctant to leave. I checked my watch; it was almost ten o'clock. I suddenly remembered I needed to make a vet appointment, and in turning over, I woke Zhaoliang.

"What?...Wow! The blankets are full of cats!"

After spending more than four hours at the vet, I finally left with them, overjoyed. I took Zhaoliang to Vivien's pet shop and bought a lot of supplies she recommended. Zhaoliang initially thought I was spending too much money, but I pulled him aside and said, "Didn't you say they're our children? You won't even spend money on your children, how can you be a father? Besides, these supplies only cost a few hundred yuan..."

Hearing me say that, Zhaoliang beamed and almost wanted to hug me in front of Vivien. On the way back, I couldn't help but ask him to stop by the bushes, holding only Ling'er, but the mother cat's body was gone. Ling'er meowed for a while, sniffing around as if she still recognized her mother's location. Seeing how intelligent she was, I hugged her and let her bow towards the spot where her mother had been.

“Ling’er. Your mother in heaven wants you to live a healthy and happy life, you know?”

Zhao Liang slowly walked over: “Most of the cats were taken away by the cleaning staff… Min. My downstairs neighbors sometimes let their dogs out in this bush. When the cats grow up, you can bring them back here for a walk when you have time… Come on. Nicole is meowing in her cage, she must be hungry.”

We installed the newly purchased supplies in Uncle’s room. The kittens looked curiously at the door but didn’t dare to come in. Nicole had eaten her fill and was cleaning herself outside the door. At that moment, I really felt like I was part of their family. I felt happy and carefully considered where to put the supplies, not only to make the cats comfortable, but also to make Nicole happy and not let her be depressed in a room.

“Alright. Look! Now we don’t need to close the door. Nicole can jump out anytime, but the kittens can’t.”

Zhao Liang bought a fence, the height of which only allowed the big cat to enter and exit from Uncle’s room. I looked around the room. There was a little playhouse for the cats, a treehouse, toys, Nicole's food bowl, and she even had a big bedroom. Everything was there. I was happy, feeling like I had fulfilled my promise to the mother cat. I hugged Nicole, stroking and kissing her.

"I think you're like my son right now..."

Zhao Liang said with a smile, slowly bringing the kittens from outside the door inside.

"Liang, thank you... Actually, I'm not allowed to keep pets at my place, and I don't know when I can stop causing you trouble with them."

"You love them so much, I'm not afraid of them staying here."

I smiled, knowing I was about to go through it with him again. I don't know why, but every time I lived with Zhaoliang, I felt a sense of peace and comfort that no other guy could give me. He was equally at ease with both activity and stillness. I watched him lie on the ground, playing with a cat that was too scared to move in its new environment, tossing a fluffy ball around. The cat, curious, found it increasingly fun, becoming more active, stumbling and trying to reach out its little paws to grab the rolling fluffy ball—it was incredibly cute.

Holding Nicole, I remembered what I'd learned about her background last night. What should I do? Jie was becoming increasingly unlikely. Zhaoliang, the guy in front of me, was such a loving man. If I made up my mind and went all the way with him, it might not be a bad thing. Besides, although Xiaodong always said he wanted me to follow him, his wild personality was like a wild tomcat; you couldn't restrain his wanderlust. He was so active—could he really be with a quiet, submissive guy like me?

"What are you standing there for?"

"...Nothing. Let's go buy some things, and I'll cook for you here tonight as compensation."

"That's great. Min...I've been dreaming of this moment...Kitty, go to sleep with your nanny..."

He suddenly picked up the kitten and placed it next to Nicole, just as Nicole was feeling very sleepy after eating. The two of them had been walking around for the kittens for two days, without having lunch, and had walked arm in arm to the market to pick out vegetables.

"Min. Tonight...stay...okay?" Zhaoliang tentatively probed my intentions.

I thought for a moment: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You made plans with friends?" His disappointed expression made me laugh.

"Didn't I say I'd cook for you tonight?"

"Cooking...cooking doesn't mean...staying..."

Zhaoliang stammered, his uncertain eyes revealing longing.

"I want to watch the kitten sleep..."

Zhaoliang was overjoyed to see me take his hand for the first time and walk with him on this narrow path. At this moment, not only did he feel that the kitten had brought us back together, but I also realized that God had never let me go. It was as if God was really playing tricks on me, making me taste the bitterness of love and life. Seeing Nicole's experiences and Ling'er's experiences, I knew in my heart that everything in the world was inherently suffering. No matter what the future held, I could only hope to find a loving master and run towards the happiness I wanted. I vaguely recalled a song that went something like this: "Love is the clothes you choose. Dreams, ideals, fantasies, fantasies, delusions, the happiness I want is gradually becoming clear."

360 – Resolute

"Liang... ah ha... you... ah ha... I... come quickly... ah... harder ah ha... harder ah ha..."

"... ah... Min... is it okay?... It doesn't hurt... ah..."

"Ah... don't stop... this... ah ha... here ah... harder ah... Liang..."

"Ah... Min... I... ah... shoot ah... Min... ah... ah ah..." "Ah... ah... ah... I... ah ha... Liang... I'm coming... ah ha... hold me... umm... ah ha..."

Although soft harp music was playing in the room, it was drowned out by the moans and gasps of mutual affection and unrestrained joy, and the "pouring" sound of Zhao Liang's heavy male body hitting my round little buttocks. After several positions he carefully prepared, I floated in sexual pleasure, finally craving him to press down on me, to make me feel like I possessed everything he had. He always enjoyed thrusting while ejaculating, but at this moment he simply couldn't bear the deadly tingling pleasure in his glans. His penis, now fully inserted, was suddenly met with resistance from the hot, wet, and moist flesh walls, which scalded his ejaculation point. A static current rapidly seeped from his glans into his throbbing shaft.

Whoosh—that wanton, almost draining-the-man-drying lust, those soft, taut, and then tense flesh walls, clinging to his glans, sucking and gripping, encircling his penis, which was overflowing with exquisite pleasure. He immediately arched his neck, squinted his eyes, and panted heavily, his heart pounding with an intoxicating tingling pleasure. His legs trembled as he moaned and groaned, enjoying the rhythmic spasms and convulsions of his ejaculatory sphincter. His penis hardened, and a powerful gush of semen gushed out…

“Ah!…Ah…Ah…Liang…Ah…Ahhh…Ah…Ah…”

The moans and cries of being fertilized, Zhao Liang’s satisfied ejaculation deep inside me, his arms wrapped around me, the one being ejaculated into, my cries of pleasure wafting from him, my arms sometimes weak, sometimes tightly embracing him. Our heartbeats mingled, our skin rubbed together. With each ejaculation, the moans synchronized. His throbbing, tingling penis, hard as a rock, released the scalding semen from his testicles, which had been pounding and thrusting wildly, shooting it deep into my core. He applied pressure again, panting heavily, “Ahhhh,” as he thrust his glans into my itchy, hot core, shooting out like a small bomb, making me cry out in ecstasy. He then rubbed his glans against my little chestnut, before penetrating deeper into my flower garden, fucking my little cock until it had nowhere to hold back. I ejaculated onto his lower abdomen, my eyes rolled back, my whole body went limp, and my pair of fair, tender legs and toes stretched out.

The two of us hugged tightly, our bodies surging with pleasure that lingered for a long time. He penetrated deeply, his entire penis covering my little asshole, and I trembled on the bed, gripped tightly by the narrow flesh walls. The powerful, panting breaths of the man brushed past my ear. A hard rod was inside me, his testicles on either side of my opening were wet and sticky with his excess semen…

“Hah… Ah… Min… Harder… Oh my god… Ah… Ah…” He kissed me and breathed heavily in my ear, his body covered in the sweat of sex, his masculine scent, his intimate movements never ceasing, and he even deliberately teased my nipples at the moment of our climax…

“Ah… Liang… You… Ah… Ah ah… No… Ah… Harder… Shoot… Inside… Ah ha…”

He knew my desires too well, his hot breaths as he ejaculated spraying onto my nipples, and then I felt my nipples being teased by his tongue, plus the warm semen expanding in circles in my flower, how could my little asshole not itch and obey automatically? The rhythm of tightening and loosening, tightening more and more fiercely. He thrust in again with all his might, and with a soft "plop,

" "Ah..."

"Ah ha!...Liang...ah..." The two of them cried out in pleasure, their sounds mingling with the spray of semen and vaginal fluid as they were thrust in and gushed out. Zhao Liang's eyes rolled back, his throat tightened, and he collapsed limply onto me. The hot, tender flesh enveloping my large, itchy penis, the lingering static-induced tingling sensation on the glans, made him squint his eyes, savoring the pleasure of ejaculating until his scrotum was empty. The tight, gripping, and eagerly clenching walls of my penis, the throbbing and pulsating flesh, the foreskin being pulled back, the layers of tender flesh forcing my penis to release wave after wave of powerful and abundant semen.

Although his heart and lungs were tingling with pleasure, his muscles trembling, at this most moving moment of sex, he couldn't help but open his eyes to see my expression of wanton ecstasy. During my climax, my arched waist helplessly endured the man's "torture," my neck lazily arching back and twisting back and forth, my throat moaning softly, my lips panting like two little chrysanthemums encircling the base of his penis. Those rounded lips, seemingly engorged and red from being fucked, made his heart race, and he ejaculated repeatedly inside me. He thrust powerfully, and with my legs spread wide, my slender arms tightly embraced his trembling, sweaty buttocks.

That passionate embrace, that slightly parted anus, Zhao Liang pressed his large testicles hard against the sides of my opening, instantly eliciting a soul-stirring, unrestrained moan. The sounds of sex emanated from the sheets in the room, and I could feel my buttocks slowly swaying from side to side. Whoosh—this test of a man's endurance made Zhao Liang nervously swallow hard, then he couldn't help but pant heavily. Layer upon layer of tender, moist, and incredibly warm flesh gripped and sucked the throbbing, tingling penis, causing a tingling, itchy sensation in his heart. Waves of pleasure seemed to be being pulled, yet it was filled with the ecstasy of ejaculation, causing his chest muscles to heave violently and his breathing to become rapid.

Before me, though my limbs were weak and limp, my expression was alluring and sweet, and I threw myself into his arms. My eyes, watery from being fucked, glanced at him languidly and listlessly before closing them again. I couldn't tell if it was from too much pleasure or too much pain, but all of this was evident in the rhythmic contractions of my anus, yearning for the friction of his penis, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. A thin layer of sweat blurred my skin, and my skin was flushed with the red of sexual climax, the scent of flesh intoxicating. My two nipples, which had just been sucked, were wet, red, and erect, already showing the excitement of a young boy during orgasm. My arms were pressed against the crooks of his arms, weakly pushing and yearningly embracing him. My lips and nose, panting from being ejaculated, opened and closed, ecstatically pressed against his cheek, gently twisting and rubbing against his masculine stubble.

Zhao Liang hugged me tighter again, gently inserting his hard penis back into my tightly clenched anus.

"Ah...ah...don't leave...leave me...ah...Liang..."

Whoosh—this yearning to be possessed, and equally craving a hard cock, this soft, pleasurable moan, her slender waist twisting, then ceasing all movement, as if completely conquered. Zhao Liang hugged me tighter and tighter; since I'd known him, he'd never held me so tightly, causing my tight little anus to contract and release, swallowing the thick, wet shaft. The pleasure of being one, Zhao Liang's throbbing inside my vagina as it subsided, a warm, wet feeling of happiness welling up inside me. I held Zhao Liang tightly, caressing his body. He was limp and powerless, his chest and abdomen damp, yet exuding the warmth of a man's body and the scent of sweat from sex, enveloping me in love…

“Min. I…I never thought…um…to leave you…um…”

On Tuesday afternoon, taking advantage of the absence of class, I sweetly recalled the warm moments I had shared with Zhaoliang these past few days, cuddling, playing with the cat, cooking together, and showering. I was lost in thought for a moment. Suddenly, I was startled awake by the shouts of my classmates outside. I quickly finished the post-production of the remaining dozens of photos for the food company, planning to take a few minutes before work to check on the kittens. Just then, I heard my classmates calling in the hallway: “Xiao Min! Xiao Min. Someone’s looking for you!…Hey…did you hear that?…Someone’s looking for you!”

I peeked out from the doorway, my eyes wide: “Fang Yang?”

Fang Yang was dressed in a sharp suit, carrying a genuine leather bag, looking every bit the businessman.

“You’re quite a rare guest. What brings you here?” I was still a little stunned.

Fang Yang grinned and said, "Looking for you to hang out... Is it convenient to come in?"

"Ah... Sorry... Come on in."

"So this is what university life is like? Quite free and easy... Sigh... I'm not cut out for university, but it's good to see how university students live."

"Have a seat. What brings you here? Want a drink?"

"No, thank you, I'll only be here for a little while..."

Fang Yang slowly sat down: "Is it convenient to close the door?"

His previous smile finally vanished. I gently closed the door: "Looks like you're here to deliver a message for someone..."

"So clever. I wanted to ask..."

"Why didn't he come himself?"

I was annoyed, but continued working on the photos, ignoring him. Seeing that I wasn't even bothering him, Fang Yang said, "Hey! Xiao Min. You won't mind me meddling, will you?"

"You have so many things to meddle in, don't you?..."

"Wow. Less than half a year into university, and you've become quite the chatterbox! Hey. Did you forget I said I'd be your guardian for relationships this year? I haven't really caused you any trouble, have I?"

“You said it yourself, I never agreed to it. Besides…”

I hardened my heart, preferring Zhao Liang, who had never abandoned me, to losing to Jie: “…Besides, you don’t need to ask me who I like anymore.”

Fang Yang’s eyes widened in shock: “What? You and Jie are really… over?”

Seeing Fang Yang, I had a feeling he was Jie, so I stretched out my legs, crossed them, and casually placed them on the table: “Xiao Yang. Honestly, are you here to deliver a message, or to tell me what to do?”

Fang Yang saw that I was trying to act like an adult, but my body shape was still like a child throwing a tantrum. He raised his eyes and said, “Who corrupted you, Xiao Min? How did you end up like this?”

I raised my eyebrows, knowing that he probably already knew about me and Jie.

"Isn't this world about free love? Didn't you praise me for loving when I love and not loving when I don't? But from now on, you don't need to ask me who I love... Wait a minute. How did you know? Did Jie tell you?"

Fang Yang leaned closer: "No! I heard from a friend that A-Kun said something to Jie... He saw you with the guy we met at the hospital... I guessed right... Xiao Min... Think about it, if he didn't love you, he wouldn't have asked me for help."

I was stunned, realizing that this love triangle had been exposed. But he still wouldn't come and explain things to me personally, and I felt resentful: "Ah Kun is such a busybody!"

"Xiao Min. You were wearing an ill-fitting coat at the time, anyone would have guessed. Besides, we, his close friends, can't just ignore Jie's feelings, right?... Min... you said you deliberately picked a guy to annoy Jie, right?"

"So what if I did it on purpose? So what if I didn't? It was him..."

At this point, my eyes reddened, and I became very agitated. I hardened my heart: "Go ask him. I contacted him, did he reply? I said I forgave him... did he... did he even acknowledge me?"

I almost cried, but I had to keep pretending. I don't know why I made such a painful decision, preferring to be with Zhao Liang rather than with a guy who was so distant.

"What exactly happened between you two? What a pity... Jie is still worried about you, otherwise, he wouldn't have asked me to bring this..."

Fang Yang, completely unaware of the situation, pulled a square piece of origami from his purse: "Here... I didn't peek."

I thought to myself, worried about me? Seeing me with Zhao Liang, he didn't even come to see me. If it weren't for A-Kun seeing me riding in the same car with Zhao Liang, it seems he would have left me behind.

"Take it back! I don't want to see it..."

"Xiao Min. Don't be like this!... Do you trust me? I know you're pure of heart, I've always been on your side. Didn't I punish Jie and Xiao Dong for you last time? Didn't I say I'd come out and sort this out... Please don't be like this? You... why are you angry with him?"

"Go ask him!"

I couldn't help but bury my face in the table and cry. He loves me but doesn't want to see me, and he calls that love?

"Oh dear... don't cry! This 'bastard' (a Cantonese slang term for an insult) didn't tell me anything. He just wrote this note and asked me to give it to you. I saw he looked troubled, so I knew you two must have had a falling out, which is why he asked me, someone who can travel around, to pass on a message... Xiaomin. Take a look... maybe he's apologizing to you. Or, I can drag him here and let you... let you punch and kick him until he's half dead, okay... Hmm? Don't cry... your classmates will think I did something to you..."

Fang Yang shoved the origami paper into my hand. I wiped my tears, took the paper but didn't want to look at it...

"Take a look. I have important business to attend to... Min. Remember, I, Fang Yang, will always be on your side. If you need my help... take this. My business card... remember to consult me. I have an appointment with a client, I'm leaving now. Bye."

I sat frozen in my room, my mind a jumble of anxieties and turmoil over a few boys. These past few days, Zhaoliang and I had become inseparable, though a pang of heartache sometimes lingered. But the memories of Xiaoling'er's bravery and Nicole's melancholy seemed to tell me the same story. If I didn't make up my mind, if I didn't seize this moment, when youth faded, I'd end up like the cat nanny, alone and destitute, unable to find companionship again. Now that I'd found Zhaoliang, who truly cared for me, happiness was right before my eyes. Qiu Min. Qiu Min, even animals know how to choose, why are you still hesitating? Heaven has given you a chance to escape this mess, who are you still thinking about?

Holding back tears, I buried Jie's origami and the precious, still beloved ornament I'd always kept in my closet drawer. My heart ached terribly, and I kept asking myself, could I really forget him? Suddenly, images of Xiao Ling'er's lively antics these past few days flashed through my mind. She no longer seemed to be constantly grieving for her deceased mother, nor did she seem to remember the bitter hardship of starving beside the corpse in the grass. She and her siblings had found loving owners… They ran around, played, played hide-and-seek, kissed Nicole, and drank her nourishing milk; they already considered her their own mother. The pain would eventually fade with time, even though it was the most regrettable thing for these little lives. I locked the cabinet, knowing this was a bitter process I had to go through in my life…

"Rhys. Are the photos done?"

"Yes. Take a look. I feel like something's missing, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Roger flipped through the photos, seemingly knowing what was going on: "You don't mind me 'performing surgery' for you?"

I smiled and shook my head, knowing they always referred to post-production as surgery, and handed him the chip. In less than an hour, he had already processed about ten frames, which amazed me.

"Your composition in this photo is too focused on neatness. The photo is so big, you could have retouched it to make the product stand out... Isn't this angle better...? Look. This one has too much soft lighting, the product isn't eye-catching enough... I think this one is your best... Hmm. It's already quite an achievement for your first business trip. After gaining experience, you'll know what you're looking for. Take your time. By the way, have you read the requirements for the shoot at the Sanatorium & Hospital on Sunday?"

"I haven't read them yet! I only checked the time... Why do we have to shoot in the morning and evening?"

"Think about how many people come and go from the hospital during the day? These two times are the best for shooting..."

"But..."

I didn't dare to continue, because I didn't know how to fill the time in between. If I told Roger, he would definitely laugh at me for being picky about work.

"Don't say 'but.' Now quickly check the content. I'll follow up on the photos for you. See if Mr. Meyer will pile more work on you tomorrow... Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, I saw Uncle Li and a VIP who looked like a customer walk into the photo studio. Uncle Li was dressed very formally, in a black and dark blue striped suit, a snow-white shirt with a dark red floral tie, and a small white handkerchief in his breast pocket—a quintessential English gentleman. The man beside him, however, was slightly overweight, and judging from his clothes and demeanor, seemed to be someone of importance. Roger nodded vigorously to the two of them, and Uncle Li waved his hand, leading the man into his office.

"Who is it?" I asked softly.

"Yao Zhuoxian, a senior official in the Public Relations Department…have you heard of him?"

So this was the "Eunuch Yao" Uncle Li had mentioned to me last time about some kind of police-community relations project.

"...The boss just had dinner with him, probably to check out the scale of our photo studio. Rhys. If the boss succeeds this time, we'll be incredibly busy."

"Why?"

"This is such a large-scale commission, the first time we've ever dealt with a government agency. I see all our photographers have come out in droves."

I thought to myself, Uncle Li is just a famous photographer, yet he has to act like a businessman, striving for the studio's revenue and exposure. It seems he's more than just a photographer. I secretly admired Uncle Li even more.

“Rhys. Is there anything you don’t understand? Let me teach you. The boss probably doesn’t have time.”

“Yes…”

“I’m waiting for you to come back… I’m waiting for you to come back…”

Just as Roger was explaining the problem to me, the phone suddenly rang. I walked to the corner of the photo studio: “Liang. What’s up?”

“I just got home. The cats are all fine. Will you come see them later?”

Thinking of how cute the cats were, I smiled from the bottom of my heart: “Of course I will. But I haven’t had dinner yet. I was thinking…”

“I bought two boxes of side dishes. Let’s eat together when you get back.”

“Okay. See you later.”

I don’t know why, but I’ve never longed for a “home” so much. I felt an excitement that made me want to drop everything and run back to Zhao Liang’s house. I quickly finished reading the contract, asked Roger a few more questions, and then hurried away.

As soon as I opened the door, three frightened kittens were hanging from Zhao Liang’s coat, jumping and climbing up to Zhao Liang’s shoulder. I was grinning from ear to ear: "Why do you like it when the cats climb on you?"

"No way! I just lay down on the floor and they climbed up to play. I only stood up when I heard you open the door, and that scared them away..."

I picked Ling'er up from Zhaoliang's arms; her meows were both sweet and shrill, like she was complaining to me.

"You watch them, I'll go prepare dinner."

Actually, all the cats were meowing at that moment, circling around my feet, probably smelling the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. Nicole leaped out of her uncle's room; she was quite the "gluttonous cat." Hearing Nicole's loud meows coming from the kitchen, Zhaoliang kept saying, "You just ate, how can you be hungry so quickly?"

I was overjoyed, looking at the kittens, looking around at them in this warm room... Qiu Min. What in this world is more important than finding a man who loves you; finding a happy home?

After dinner, the two of them gave Nicole some snacks and stayed in their uncle's room, playing with the cats for fun. Zhao Liang stared at me blankly and said, "Min. I've never seen you so happy..."

I gently moved closer to him: "Aren't the cats cute? I was at work just now, and I couldn't wait to come back and see them."

"What about me?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and gently kissed him: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know where to put them... You're cuter than them..."

Zhao Liang smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits, then pressed me to the ground and kissed me.

“Ee…don’t do this…Liang…the kitty is looking…looking…”

“Mmm…sex education…mmm…”

“Liang…you…mmm…so bad…mmm…don’t…ah ha…”

Just as I was enjoying Zhao Liang’s passionate kisses, while also enjoying the gentle rubbing of his hot, erect penis against my inner thighs and perineum, my fingers playing with his thick pubic hair, the sound of my cell phone texting came from the living room…

“Liang…let…ah ha…let me…look…ah…”

“Mmm…don’t look…mmm…”

He had already learned to control me, his wet lips pursing my areolas, sucking on my nipples, teasing and scraping them with his tongue, making me gasp repeatedly: “Liang…ah ha…don’t…ah ha…”

Zhao Liang ignored me, carrying me back to his bedroom, focused on conquering me…

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