I deflowered Liao Xiaojun

I worked on business at home all night, and the next day, still half asleep, I went to the office. As I entered, I saw a short-haired girl sitting quietly in the reception area. Through the frosted glass, I could only vaguely make out that she was short, her head slightly bowed, and her face was obscured. She was wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. I assumed she was there for a job interview and didn't think much of it, walking into my office.

I had just sat down, lit a cigarette, and was eager to finish my work and go home to sleep when my secretary, Liu Jiajia, walked in with a cold expression. She always had a cold, almost shrewd look on her face, not just towards me, but towards every male colleague in the company, as if she were constantly on guard against men trying to get her into bed. I wasn't surprised and asked her what was wrong. She said a lady came to pick up her cousin's passport, and that reminded me that a lady I knew was going abroad and had asked me to get her passport through a classmate at a travel agency so she could save 500 yuan. The passport arrived yesterday, and Ms. Li called to say she couldn't come and would have her cousin pick it up. I was about to invite Ms. Li in when

Liu Jiajia gave a cold reply, turned, and left. Although her behavior was aloof, every time I saw her straight, shapely legs under her tight skirt, and the visible outline of her high-waisted, sexy underwear, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. However, I adhered to the principle of not taking advantage of someone close to me; my feelings for Liu Jiajia were just wishful thinking!

I opened the drawer and took out Ms. Li's passport. I casually flipped through it, looking at her photo. If Ms. Li weren't so beautiful and had such a captivating smile, I wouldn't have bothered asking a classmate to apply for a passport for her! I wondered if her cousin was as charming. Lost

in thought, I heard the sound of high heels. Looking up, I saw a short-haired girl walk in, wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. Wasn't this the girl who had been sitting in the reception area? Only then did I see her face clearly, and I was shocked. Her eyebrows were thick and long, her double eyelids were sharply defined, and her large eyes shone with a dreamlike charm. The slight upturn at the corners of her eyes added to her allure. Her nose was straight, and her lips looked soft, tender, and sexy. She had an oval face and a distinctive chin. She was so beautiful, so captivating—far more beautiful than the charming Miss Li. Strangely, there was a strange sense of déjà vu about her.

Seeing me staring at her speechlessly, she simply smiled quietly, her slightly parted lips revealing perfectly white, translucent teeth. Yet, the aura she exuded gave off an air of calm, serene composure.

I snapped out of my reverie: "Miss! You…you're Miss Li's cousin?"

She nodded: "Yes! Mr. Dai!" My name is Liao Xiaojun, and I'm here to pick up my passport for my cousin Jingyu!

Liao Xiaojun speaks crisply and clearly. I handed her the passport as if it were a royal decree. She thanked me and took the passport with her long, slender, fair hand. Her fingers were beautifully sculpted; even her fingers were captivating.

She said, "Thank you! My cousin said you're good at interior design, is that right?"

I have a talent for design, but it's not a profession. In front of my friends, I always consider myself on par with professionals, but hearing such a beautiful woman ask about it today made me blush: "Oh… it's just a hobby, nothing special…"

She smiled quietly, looking at me with her captivating eyes: "My cousin said she's seen where you live, it's great!"

I gave an awkward smile: "So-so..."

She was quite direct: "I'd like to tidy up my place a bit, could you come over and give me some suggestions?"

I was momentarily unsure whether to be happy or worried: "No problem, no problem, everyone can take a look..."

She smiled calmly and steadily: "Thank you, then. When are you free? Want to come over and take a look?"

I was originally planning to go home and sleep, but hearing this, I perked up: "Oh! I'll be free by noon, and I'll be free in the afternoon!"

Her big eyes lit up with joy: "Great! I'll be waiting for you at home at 2 PM!"
She left her address and phone number, said goodbye, and turned to leave. I then realized I hadn't offered her a seat from the moment she entered my office until she left—how rude of me! Watching her retreating figure, her shapely, long legs beneath her knee-length skirt, paired with black high heels of about three inches, was breathtaking. I

quickly finished lunch, went home, showered, changed, and arrived at Liao Xiaojun's place before 2 PM. Liao Xiaojun's appearance could make any normal man have erotic dreams; even her name could inspire fantasies. On the way, my mind wandered. I seemed to recall hearing somewhere that women with thick, long eyebrows have a particularly strong sex drive. I wondered if that was true.

She lived alone and opened the door herself, still dressed as she had that morning. I took a closer look at her eyebrows… hmm! It was indeed thick and long, but seeing her dreamlike eyes, I suppressed the sordid thoughts in my mind and presented myself as a gentleman. She told me not to take off my shoes, haha! The same wooden floors as my house, and she, like me, didn't like the habit of taking off shoes as soon as you enter a house. I walked into the living room, a high-end apartment with two bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, decorated in an elegant and simple style. Her master bedroom was white, but the other room surprised me because the entire room was like a huge wardrobe, filled with all kinds of clothes, at least more than a hundred sets. I wondered why a girl would need so many clothes? But I didn't know her well, so I didn't dare to ask.

She wanted to change the interior to a natural wood color scheme, which was so easy; I could just copy my home's decor and it would be done. But to get to know her better, I naturally offered a whole bunch of suggestions. She just listened quietly, knowing I was knowledgeable about wood, and her eyes showed trust. Throughout, she didn't talk much, and her words were concise. My motto is: the most charming women are those who don't talk much!

After talking for over an hour, I was completely captivated by her. She wasn't very tall, about 162 centimeters. Although her figure wasn't particularly outstanding, through the soft white silk blouse, I could see that she had a pair of breasts that weren't very large but looked firm, round, and quite elastic—I'd estimate they were a 32B! Her snow-white, shapely legs peeking out from under her skirt made my heart race. Combined with her serene, dreamlike appearance—like still water at the bottom of a well—she was a captivating beauty with a hidden allure. When

she saw me yawning repeatedly towards the end, she realized I hadn't slept all night. Her expression immediately turned apologetic, urging me to go back to sleep. I reluctantly left.

Later, I helped her draw up the construction plans and showed them to her. Unexpectedly, she was going to Los Angeles with Ms. Li for two weeks, which would conveniently allow me to finish the solid wood renovation work on her house. Just to catch a glimpse of her, I drove her and Ms. Li to the airport. She had a great sense of style; that day she was dressed in black and white. It was almost winter, yet she wore a pristine white silk blouse, a matching cashmere scarf casually draped over her shoulders, a black leather mini-skirt, and mid-calf high-heeled ankle boots. Sitting in the front seat of my car, she revealed half of her shapely, snow-white thighs. The delicate, elegant fragrance I smelled was that of a high-end French perfume, just like her—quiet and composed. My goodness, how was I supposed to drive like that? I was completely distracted as I drove them to the airport, my eyes glued to her and her cousin as they walked into the departure hall.

On the way back, I kept picturing her shapely, snow-white legs. I couldn't help but grip the steering wheel with one hand and stroke the leather seat she'd just been sitting on with the other. I could vaguely feel the seat was still warm; was the heat from her thighs sitting on it lingering?

I remembered Ms. Li's joke: "My cousin, don't let her fashionable appearance fool you, she's actually very conservative. So many men have pursued her, but she doesn't give them a chance. She's as still as water, you know?" In the end, she met and married Lin Jiehuan, a classmate from university, through a research project. But because her husband is often abroad, she's often left alone in her bed…

How could I not understand? The first time I met her, her expression was completely calm!

During their two-week trip abroad, I frequently went to her place to personally supervise the construction and inspect the workers' workmanship. Liao Xiaojun would occasionally call from abroad to inquire about the progress of the renovations, and I would honestly report back, maintaining my image as a helpful and upright gentleman, without specifically asking about her marital status.

One night, the phone rang and woke me up. I thought it probably wasn't Liao Xiaojun, because she was very polite and would never call in the middle of the night, so I answered the phone irritably.

My tone was very impatient: Hello~ who is it?

She said quietly, "Sorry to wake you!"

Hearing her soft, gentle voice, I knew I wouldn't sleep even with a knife to my throat: "Ms. Liao! I'm not asleep, I'm still awake! What do you need me to say?"

I thought it was about the house renovation again, but she said she was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to someone. I was flattered and secretly delighted.

I adopted a considerate and understanding attitude, full of tolerance: "Everyone has bad days. You can treat me like a dumping ground; pour out your troubles to me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

She laughed on the other end of the phone. Women hate talkative men, so she said her husband, Lin Jiehuan, hadn't been able to be with her for several months, and the long, lonely nights had kept her awake, so she called me. When a beautiful woman is in trouble, I naturally offer kind words of advice, but I can't speak ill of her husband, since he's also doing it for the family. So I tell her some witty stories, which makes her laugh out loud, a rare occurrence for her, and she speaks more naturally.

She suddenly asks: "When you men see a beautiful woman, do you think of that?"

I pretend to be clueless: "You all think of that?"

She stammers, unsure how to phrase it: "You mean...that? You know what I mean, right?"

I continue to pretend: "I don't understand!"

She's a little deflated: "You mean...sleeping with her?" I

say: "Oh, you mean that? That's right!"

She's surprised by my direct answer: "Really? Then...are you like that too?"

I say: "Yes!"

On the other end of the phone, she suddenly falls silent.

I continued, "A beautiful woman is sought after by a gentleman. The ultimate goal of a man's relationship with a woman is definitely to sleep with her!"

She said with some disappointment, "So all men are the same!"

I said, "Then let me ask you, when you marry your husband, isn't your ultimate goal also to sleep with him?"

My seemingly plausible argument left her speechless for a moment, and the other end of the phone went silent again.

Her voice, barely audible, finally broke through: "Is doing that kind of thing really that good?"

I said, "What do you mean?"

She became even more shy: "I mean… is it really that good for men and women to do that kind of thing?" Why is it that on our wedding night, and even afterwards, my husband couldn't get an erection, even after taking Viagra? He still hasn't penetrated me…

I was secretly pleased; it turned out Liao Xiaojun was still a virgin. But I pretended not to hear the key point and asked again: "Is that even a question? If it's bad, why do so many people like to do it? Did you have sex with other men before marriage?"

She: "No!"

I seized the opportunity to press: "You're a physiologically mature woman, don't you ever want to have sex with other men?"

She timidly: "Sometimes I do, but… I'm afraid…"

I asked: "Afraid of getting pregnant?"

She answered honestly: "Yes!"

I asked again: "If it's safe and you won't get pregnant, would you want to try it?"

She hesitated for a long time before answering: "If it's with someone I like, I think I would!"

I stared intently at her: "So, do you think I'm the person you like now?"

She fell silent again, pausing for a moment: "I don't know..."

I said my usual thing: "Once you've had an experience with me, I guarantee you'll want to do it with me every day!"

She was a little skeptical: "Really?" I didn't believe it. I heard the first time is very painful?

Afraid of scaring her, I carefully answered: "The first time is always a little painful, but once you've had it, you'll get used to it, and after that it'll be very comfortable!"

She asked curiously: "Really?"

I boldly said: "If you don't believe me, I'll teach you when you come back..."

She froze: "I... I don't want to..."

Afraid of scaring her, I didn't say anything more: "Okay!" These things also depend on fate...

Then I changed the subject to talk about the troubles of her house renovation. She seemed to be listening absentmindedly, and was a little disappointed that I didn't bring up sex anymore. But since she was a girl who hadn't really experienced sex yet, I was too embarrassed to bring it up again. We ended the call abruptly after a short while.

The house was completely renovated the day before she returned. Actually, her house already had basic decorations; I just had someone do the work on the parts she wanted to replace with solid wood. It didn't really take too much effort.

Liao Xiaojun's plane was flying from Los Angeles to Taipei at 9:30 pm. Naturally, I went to pick her up at Chiang Kai-shek International Airport. Unexpectedly, she was the only one who came out of the departure hall. It turned out that her cousin had something to do in Los Angeles, so she came back alone. To me, this was exactly what I wanted. The funny thing was, despite having so many clothes, she was still wearing the same outfit she wore on the day she boarded the plane: a white silk top, a black leather skirt, and black leather mid-calf high-heeled boots. Her shapely, smooth legs, without any pantyhose, were on full display. I immediately reminded myself to concentrate on driving.

Back in Taipei, she seemed quite happy. As soon as we caught up, she kept asking me curiously how the house looked after the renovations. I gave casual answers, but of course, I couldn't resist my manly instincts, occasionally stealing glances at her thighs exposed outside her leather miniskirt. On the highway, suddenly a car swerved sharply and cut into my lane.

She yelled, "Watch out!"

I slammed on the brakes. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt, and her body lurched forward. My right hand, which was on the automatic gearshift, instinctively reached out to stop her forward momentum. By sheer coincidence, my hand landed right between her thighs, meeting her lurching body. It was as if her genitals were pressed against my hand. My hand, as if blessed in a past life, was resting on her crotch, her slightly protruding vulva perfectly in my grasp. Through her tight panties, I could feel... The warmth of her protruding vulva was intense, so I essentially pushed her back into her seat by her vulva. She gasped, I couldn't tell if it was from the danger of the journey or from my hand touching her vulva. At the same time, my palm felt how narrow her thin silk panties were, my fingers touching a small tuft of pubic hair peeking out. My penis was already erect. She must be wearing a thong!

After the danger passed, the car suddenly became quiet. My absent-minded hand was still on her crotch, enjoying the warmth of her triangle area. Her face was flushed to her ears.

She timidly said, "Your hand!"

Only then did I come to my senses: Ah! I'm sorry...

When I moved my hand away from her crotch, I seemed to faintly feel that her panties were slightly damp with honey-like fluid.

I turned to look at her apologetically. She was staring blankly ahead, her dreamy eyes shimmering with a thin, glistening light. An outsider would think she was about to cry, but my experience told me that she was aroused after her forbidden zone was touched.

After returning to her place and putting down her luggage, she carefully looked around the house, which still smelled of fresh wood. I sat on the sofa watching her slowly move back and forth in the living room. Her graceful figure, with a waist no more than 25 inches, accentuated her small but firm breasts, which were barely concealed by her white silk coat. Her fair and shapely legs under her leather miniskirt were simply stunning. I found it hard to believe that someone of her caliber, almost 30 and married, was still a virgin.

She seemed quite satisfied with the wood-themed decor I had overseen, but the embarrassing scene in the car earlier had kept her silent. Afraid of breaking the bowl if I ate too quickly, I stood up and handed her the keys.

She said, "You're leaving?"

I nodded: "Yes! You must be tired after flying for eleven hours. Get some rest!"

She said, "Wait a moment!"

Then she quickly went into the room, opened her suitcase, and took out a jar of American ginseng and a nicely packaged parcel, handing them to me.

She said, "This ginseng is for you. You've gone to so much trouble for my house; this is to help you recover!"

She was indeed thoughtful, but she didn't understand that what I wanted wasn't ginseng.

She pointed to another beautifully packaged parcel and said, "My cousin asked me to bring this to you. She's being so mysterious; I wonder what it is?"

I was curious too: "Shall we open it and see?"

She said, "Okay!"

I hurriedly opened the gift her cousin had given me. She curiously leaned closer, looking at me, a faint fragrance wafting from her hair. My erection started acting up again. Unexpectedly, when the parcel was opened, it contained an inflatable doll modeled after the foreign actress Julia Roberts. We were both stunned. I was stunned because Ms. Lin was so thoughtful and mischievous; she was stunned because she didn't know what it was, staring blankly as I carefully unfolded the wrinkled inflatable doll on the sofa.

She said, "What's this?"

I said, "An inflatable doll!"

She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! I've heard about this from a friend, it's something you men use..." Her

face flushed, and she stopped talking.

I said, "Your cousin is really something, probably because I don't have a girlfriend right now, she bought one for me to 'play with'!"

She stared blankly at the inflatable doll, her face red, without saying a word. I deliberately started inflating it, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her seem to want to stop me, but her curiosity and shyness only made it more alluring. Finally, the previously wrinkled inflatable doll became three-dimensional, with blonde hair, even her pubic hair was brownish-gold. I turned to look at her, and she immediately looked away.

I said, "Ha! This is the latest inflatable doll, just fill it with warm water, and it's just like a real person!"

She turned back curiously and saw me pointing at the doll's vulva.

She said, "Really?"

I said, "We'll know once we boil some hot water in... You hold her..."

As I spoke, I handed the inflatable doll to her and we held it together before going into the kitchen to boil water. She blushed and walked into the kitchen, still holding the doll.

She timidly asked, "After adding hot water, will it feel like a real person?"

I said, "It should, but the sensation here (I inserted my finger into the doll's vagina), I think it's far from the real thing..."

She hesitated, "Really?"

I said, "Definitely, otherwise I'd demonstrate it for you!"

She thought for a moment and then said something I never would have imagined: "Okay! If you don't mind!"

Now I was dumbfounded. I hadn't expected her to actually want to see it. I'd played with inflatable dolls before, but performing in front of someone was a first for me. I felt like an idiot. When I turned to look at her misty, watery, expectant eyes, I could only grit my teeth and nod. The

water-filled inflatable doll lay on the bed, like a woman's warm body. She sat quietly on the only small sofa in the bedroom, looking at the inflatable doll on the bed. I went to adjust the lights to the most romantic atmosphere.

She hesitated: "Are you really going to do it for me?"

I said: "I don't mind you watching. Do you mind watching?"

She knew she had agreed herself and silently lowered her eyes.

She said: "I'm just very curious..."

Suddenly, an idea came to me: "But before I perform, you have to help me first!

" She was puzzled: "Help with what?"

I said, "You should know that a man's penis must be erect to penetrate a woman's vagina. If you want to watch me have sex with her (referring to the sex doll), you have to help me get my penis erect!"

She was momentarily at a loss: "Oh..."

Before she could react, I shamelessly pulled down my pants, underwear and all. She looked down, not daring to look at my already swollen, frog-like penis. I slowly walked up to her, and she didn't dare to raise her head. I took her hand and guided it to my penis. Her body trembled slightly, and she clenched her fist tightly, refusing to open it.

I said, "You don't have to use your hand to help me, as long as you let me caress you, that counts as helping me..."

She didn't dare look at me: "You... how does that count as helping you?"

I said, "When I caress your body, I get aroused, and when I'm aroused, I can have sex with the sex doll!"

Actually, she's married and a bit slow-witted. My 18.6-centimeter-long penis was already erect and sticking up high, but she probably pretended not to understand.

Hearing me say this, she remained silent. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on her round, smooth thigh, feeling the muscles in her bare thighs twitching, her thighs pressed tightly together.

I said, "If you don't let me properly caress you, how can you watch me perform with the inflatable doll?"

Perhaps intentionally, and knowing I was using the inflatable doll as an excuse, she slowly parted her thighs. My hand gently slipped under her thighs. Her face flushed, she was slightly out of breath, and she leaned limply against the sofa, not daring to look at me. When my hand touched her vulva protruding from her thong, I felt that the entire pair of pants was already soaking wet. A small tuft of pubic hair sticking out of the pants was covered with dew-like drops of honey-like fluid. I pulled down the small thong and my fingers touched her labia. So wet, so slippery. She groaned and grabbed my hand.

She pleaded, "Don't put your fingers in, I'm scared..."

I said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything..."

I pulled my hand out of her panties, and my hand, dripping with honey-like fluid, slipped inside her silk top, touching her bra. I first groped around, then tore open the bra, my hand cupping her warm, large breasts. A finger lightly touched her nipple. Her areolas were large, and her nipples were erect. I'd heard that women with large areolas also had a strong sex drive, and she already possessed two of those qualities.

Under the light touch of my finger, her nipple instantly hardened. She let out a soft cry, too afraid to move, letting me knead and play with her. Holding her snow-white, delicate, and warm breasts in my hands felt like squeezing a warm, hot potato—it felt incredibly good. She kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to look at me, which made it easier for me to do as I pleased. When I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, she was startled. But as my tongue teased her erect nipple, she collapsed onto the sofa like a puddle of water. At that moment, I was certain her vagina was already overflowing with fluids, but instead of rushing to touch her still-open vulva, I immediately pressed my lips to hers. Her soft, alluring lips made her body tremble. I forcefully pried open her tightly clenched teeth with my tongue and sucked on her soft tongue. I greedily sucked on the saliva in her mouth, so sweet and delicious. Her soft tongue dared not misbehave, letting me suck on it. I inhaled the hot breath exhaled from her nostrils, making my penis even harder. If I didn't help it cool down, it was afraid it would explode.

My free hand slipped between her legs, touching her wet, glistening crotch. As my fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her vulva, she moaned loudly, her lower body shyly thrusting in response. I quietly pulled down her thong and gently lifted her black leather skirt, revealing her snow-white, slender waist, her perfectly toned abdomen, and her thick pubic hair. No wonder the thong couldn't hide her exposed pubic hair; she possessed a third characteristic: an exceptionally strong sex drive.

My God! I'm so lucky! Just as I slowly parted her thighs, thinking I had succeeded, she suddenly slammed her thighs together, pushing me away.

She said, "No!" We've only met a few times, no...

I really didn't dare force her at this point, because her cousin, Miss Li, was not someone to be trifled with, so I had to immediately change course.

I said: What are you so nervous about? I'm not going to do it with you...

She stared at me blankly, a little incredulous: ...

I walked to the bedside. Luckily, the water inside the inflatable doll hadn't cooled down, otherwise I would have been having sex with an ice queen.

She stared blankly as I caressed the inflatable doll, gently parting its thighs. As I inserted my large penis into the doll's vagina, I stole a glance at her. Her mouth was slightly open, her dreamy eyes wide open, staring at the point where my penis connected to the doll's vagina. I pretended to ignore her and began thrusting my penis in and out of the doll's vagina. Perhaps seeing how engrossed I was, in the romantic lighting, the doll looked almost lifelike. Shihan, leaning against the sofa, was so absorbed that she forgot to put her thong back on, which I had quietly removed. She suppressed her breathing, and I thought to myself that her vaginal fluids must be overflowing by now.

I picked up the inflatable doll, and as I walked, I thrust my large penis into its vagina. When I reached her, she blushed crimson and couldn't look. I took her hand and guided it to the point where my penis met the doll's vagina. Her hand trembled as if she'd been electrocuted, yet she also curiously and gently touched my penis, which was still outside her vagina. This time, I didn't let her pull away, and I pulled her up from the sofa.

I said, "Wouldn't it be clearer if you sat on the bed and watched me have sex with her?"

Perhaps because she was still wearing a short leather skirt and mid-calf black boots, although her top was a bit disheveled, it was still more reassuring than being completely naked. So she obediently sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing my plan had succeeded, I immediately grabbed the inflatable doll and went back to bed for some serious sex. Actually, the inflatable doll felt quite good, but since she wasn't real, the sensation wasn't quite there. Worried about ejaculating prematurely, I only inserted my penis into the doll, pretending to thrust my hips, without rubbing my penis against the doll's vagina. I managed to hold back from ejaculating.

I deliberately groaned loudly, which startled her.

She asked nervously, "What's wrong?

" I sighed, "I'm sorry!" I desperately wanted to ejaculate, to finish this performance and open your eyes, but she's a mannequin after all, and I felt it wasn't enough; I couldn't ejaculate!

She: Oh! What should I do then?

At this moment, she was leaning back on the bed, her legs slightly bent and parted, unaware that my thieving eyes had already spotted her parted thighs, and I could vaguely see thick pubic hair.

I said helplessly: Unless a real woman helps me, I can't ejaculate!

She seemed to realize something, but was also a little confused: Oh! Then... then don't do it!

I said: It's difficult!

I pulled out my large, erect penis and presented it in front of her.

I said: Look how engorged it is; if I don't ejaculate, I'll be miserable!

She hesitated: This...

I gently stroked her thigh; she trembled slightly but didn't move.

I mustered my courage: Would you help me?

She asked with difficulty, "How can I help you?"

I went all out: "Use your vagina to help me get it out..."

She nervously replied, "Oh... my friend said I can use my hands?"

I slipped my hand between her thighs, my fingertips gently rubbing the glans of her vulva. Her body almost went limp again, but this time she didn't stop my caresses.

I pressed on: "Isn't using your hands like using an inflatable doll—you don't feel anything?"

She shyly turned

her head away, not daring to look at me. At this moment, my fingers, which were covered in the slippery fluid from her vagina, moved faster and faster. She gasped for breath, and I kissed her soft lips, sucking hard on her tongue. Suddenly, she made a soft moan, her hands gripping my arm tightly. My fingers, caressing her vulva, felt a surge of heat. She had reached orgasm.

In the throes of climax, her two snow-white thighs parted and trembled as if in spasms. Taking advantage of this moment, I lifted her leather skirt and pressed my penis against her wet vulva. She turned her head away from my kiss, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart pounding, her face flushed, and her large eyes brimming with tears. Her lower body was limp and yielding to my pressure. I didn't dare delay and immediately inserted the head of my penis into her already incredibly wet vagina. She tensed up and cried out in pain.

She cried out in pain: Ah! It hurts! "Take it out quickly..."

I looked down at the large glans already inside her vagina. Below the neck of the glans, the entire length of my penis was still sticking out. I looked down and saw her vagina tightly gripping my glans, her labia contracting and clamping down on the neck of my glans. I felt a surge of pleasure, both visually and physically. I held her waist, preventing her from moving away.

I said, "Will it still hurt if I don't move now?"

She said, "It's better!"

I said, "Don't worry, I'm only inserting the glans into your vagina, so it won't break your hymen!"

She said, "Really? You can't go back on your word!"

I said, "My penis doesn't necessarily have to be completely inserted into your vagina. I can still ejaculate just by using the glans to go in and out of your vagina!"

She seemed relieved: "Oh..."

I gently kissed her soft lips. She opened her mouth, her tongue intertwining with mine. I gently moved my penis, only the glans withdrawing from her vagina and then re-entering. Seeing that I kept my word, and driven by instinct, she gently moved her vulva to meet my shallow thrusts.

I pulled my lips away from hers: "Is it still open?"

She breathed heavily and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, but it feels so swollen down there..."

I lifted my upper body, revealing the point where my penis met her vagina.

I said: "Look!"

She curiously looked down at the point where my penis met her vagina. I gently moved the glans in and out of her vagina. As she looked, she suddenly let out a soft moan and gripped my arm tightly again.

I felt her vagina contract and tighten, gripping the neck of my glans tightly. A warm current gushed from deep within her vagina, making my glans feel wonderfully hot.

She moaned, "Mmm... Ah..."

I said, "Is it very comfortable?"

She nodded, beads of sweat on her forehead.

I said, "Should I insert it a little deeper?"

She remained silent, thinking for a moment: "Will it hurt?"

I said, "It might hurt a little, but you'll feel even better... You can already see my glans inside your vagina, so this is practically the same as having sex..."

She remained silent, her thighs opening and closing, rubbing against my thighs pressed against her lower body. The soothing comfort made every pore on my body open. She seemed to tacitly allow me to go deeper, gently thrusting her vagina upwards to meet me. I slowly pushed my glans in, her hands nervously resting on my waist, probably thinking that if it hurt, she would push me away forcefully. She could

n't help but cry out, "It's so swollen! Be gentle..."

I said, "Okay... I'll be careful..."

As I spoke, I steeled myself and thrust my glans in forcefully. With a scream from her, my entire penis was inserted into her vagina. At this moment, she trembled all over in pain.

She cried out, "It hurts!" "It hurts so much..."

she cried out, tears welling up and streaming down her face, her nose twitching slightly.

She said sadly, "You lied to me!"

I felt a pang of guilt, but also immense satisfaction at having taken her virginity.

I said, "I'm sorry! You're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist..."

She was a little angry: "You men are all the same, so bad..."

I gently silenced her with my lips, my tongue licking her tears, which tasted a little salty. I then gently sucked on her soft lips, and finally, under my tender caresses, she placed her tender tongue in my mouth, our tongues intertwining.

I gently pulled my penis, which was fully inserted into her vagina, out. Her thighs tightened again, and she gripped my waist with both hands.

She moaned, "Don't move!" It hurts...

I propped myself up and looked down. When I pulled out half of my penis, a lot of virgin blood flowed onto the sheets. She also looked down at the pool of virgin blood on the sheets.

She looked at me: "You finally got me..."

I comforted her: "Don't worry! I will truly cherish and love you..."

She was half-believing: "I hope you're telling the truth..."

At this moment, I began to gently thrust my penis in and out of her vagina, bringing out a lot of virgin blood.

She frowned: "Go slower, it still hurts a little!"

I kissed her tenderly: "Hmm... wrap your legs around my waist, it will be more comfortable..."

She obediently and gently, shyly, wrapped her stunningly beautiful legs around my waist.

I said: "Wrap them tighter, then you'll forget the pain!"

She did as I said, wrapping her legs tightly around me, and I began to slowly thrust my penis in and out of her tight vagina. Perhaps because it still hurt a little, the tighter her legs wrapped around my waist, the more she wrapped them.

Only then did I feel truly one with her. I embraced her and kissed her deeply, her soft lips pressing against mine, sucking and swallowing my saliva. We silently moved our lower bodies in response to each other. Her movements were clumsy, but with such a beautiful woman beneath me, letting me ravage her, I felt as if I had ascended to heaven.

I thrust my glans deep into the heart of her womb, the meatus of my penis rubbing against her clitoris. Suddenly, she turned her head, parting our lips, breathing heavily, her vagina beginning to thrust upwards violently.

I knew she was about to climax again: "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head, panting: "It feels so good… so itchy… faster…"

I whispered in her ear: "I want you to say 'fuck me hard!'"

She remained silent, only thrusting her vulva, hoping I would respond by forcefully penetrating her vagina. But I stopped thrusting.

I said, "You said you wanted me to fuck you hard, so I'll hurry..."

She couldn't hold back any longer: "Harder...fuck me!"

I said, "Say it louder, say you like me fucking you..."

On the verge of climax, she was almost driven mad with excitement, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, thrusting her vulva forcefully, her vagina like a small mouth tightly gripping my penis.

She cried out, "Fuck me hard! I like you fucking me...fuck me faster..."

Her cries drove me to the peak of excitement, and my large penis couldn't help but thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, the glans slamming against her clitoris, fiercely fucking her tender hole.

She suddenly shouted: I need to pee, I need to pee...

I felt her vagina contract rapidly, and the tender meat in the uterine cavity tightened and bit my glans, causing a faint pain when I thrust and thrust the glans in her vagina. As she screamed and moaned, a strong and hot vaginal semen sprayed on my glans, and her vagina squirmed and contracted. The shrinking tender flesh tightly wrapped my penis like a small mouth and sucked it. I couldn't help it anymore and moaned loudly. The thick sperm erupted like a volcano, spurting out from the glans and filling the depths of her heart. The continuous climax made the two of us tightly intertwined, wishing we could never be separated.

Since I deflowered Liao Xiaojun, she seems to have discovered the joy of sex. Whenever she has free time, she'll seek me out to penetrate her tender vagina, often spending the entire night together. Sometimes she even comes to my office, and under the cold gaze of my secretary Liu Jiajia, she'll lock the door and have sex with me intensely, trying out all sorts of positions.

Her sex drive is incredibly strong, truly fulfilling her three defining characteristics: thick eyebrows, large areolas, and abundant pubic hair—truly a natural beauty.

To this day, she still carefully keeps the sheets stained with her virgin blood.

Later, she told me she was pregnant with my child, but Liao Xiaojun said she was finally relieved because she was no longer being blamed by her in-laws, and Lin Jiehuan didn't pursue the matter further; he was even thrilled to become a father!

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