My sexual partner and I

I first met Fan at a friend's gathering. She sat across from me, and my first impression of her wasn't good. I disliked her arrogance as a white-collar woman, and for some reason, I just really disliked her at the time and didn't want to talk to her much. We only exchanged a few words before parting on bad terms, and I rarely saw her at friend's gatherings after that.
Fan was definitely the petite and delicate type, with short, ear-length hair, large, clear black and white eyes, thin lips that spoke in a sharp, quick voice, and a slender figure that made her look good in anything. Her slightly rounded breasts, pert little bottom, and long legs—gifts from heaven—made her the center of attention for men.
It wasn't until that one incident that we were truly connected.
It was last summer. I went to a friend's house for dinner at his invitation, only to find her there too. We drank a lot that night, and were all quite drunk. When we finally realized we should leave, it was already past 10 pm. My friend's house was in the suburbs, and at that hour there were no more buses or taxis, so I had to stay. His house was a one-bedroom apartment, so I ended up being the "living room" person. Looking at Fan, she was already completely drunk.
After making the bed, my friend... My friend mysteriously pulled me aside. He wanted me to sleep with Fan for a while, and he'd have sex with Ma Zi and then leave. I felt uneasy, but he kept arguing with me, so I agreed.
Looking at Fan sleeping on the same bed, I muttered to myself as I got in. It's just a short nap, what's the big deal? Besides, I hate her so much, I won't do it, I told myself. I lay on the edge of the bed with my back to her, trying to stay as far away as possible. She was facing away from me, drunk and dazed; I thought she was probably asleep. Still feeling the effects of the alcohol, I also just wanted to sleep. I swear, at that moment, I didn't have a single other thought.
Just as I closed my eyes, I heard a man's heavy breathing and a woman's soft moans from the inner room, interspersed with the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Although the sounds weren't loud, they were particularly jarring in the quiet of the night, making it impossible for me to sleep. A spark of desire ignited within me.
I couldn't help but feel a little tempted, struggling to suppress myself and distance myself from this wicked fire. I told myself: No, go to sleep, let them do their thing.
The sounds from the inner room grew louder, seemingly teasing me. Subconsciously, I began to follow the sounds.
Turning around, my gaze began to linger on Fan's body.
Fan had her back to me; she was wearing a red, tight-fitting tank top and a miniskirt. I started to trace her curves. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality. I couldn't do this; I didn't like her. I turned around, taking a deep breath to calm myself.
The sounds from inside grew louder; the woman's moans had become a suppressed, even more irresistible sound.
No, I couldn't take it anymore. I gently turned over to face her. She breathed evenly, her beautiful curves rising and falling with each breath.
I started to feel aroused.
I slowly moved closer to her, stopping only when I was right next to her. I looked at her; a bath towel was draped across her body. A pair of jade-like legs were exposed. To be honest, I hadn't paid much attention to her legs before, but they were surprisingly attractive. I couldn't help but gently place my hand on her waist. She didn't react, which emboldened me, and I began to caress her curves.
My hand unconsciously slid down, and I carefully lifted her skirt slightly, reaching out to touch her "sacred place." But her legs were moving alternately, and I couldn't go any further, only touching her mons pubis. Her panties were very thin and smooth, almost like silk. I touched her sparse pubic hair, but couldn't go any further. Undeterred, I used a little more force, and she suddenly moved. I was startled and quickly turned away, pretending to be asleep. After a while, seeing that she was still, I boldly turned back.
I wanted to touch her breasts.
Gently pushing aside her hands that were wrapped around her chest, I easily touched her right breast. Her breasts weren't large, just the right size to be covered by one hand. I began to gently knead them. It felt so good, the texture was nice. I was consumed by lust. Under my gentle caresses, her nipples gradually hardened.
The sounds from the inner room continued, and I felt a surge of desire to penetrate her.
I gently turned her over so she was lying flat on her back, and now I could caress her
to my heart's content. The light from the window streamed in, illuminating her face. Her face was flushed, radiating shyness, which was incredibly pleasing to the eye. Thin lips, an innocent and charming face. I've always believed that beautiful women shouldn't drink, especially not let men see their drunken, arrogant behavior. I wanted to kiss her. But this very thought led to a dramatic change in our relationship.
I finally kissed her.
My hands roamed restlessly over her body, and my lips gently kissed her, making me lose myself in the moment.
When I realized she was returning my kiss, my hands had already unceremoniously slipped inside her panties, caressing her "sacred place." I was startled and stopped kissing her. We remained frozen like that for about ten seconds, which felt like an eternity to me. Then
she started kissing me again.
I went crazy.
I practically tore off her clothes.
I kissed her body like a man possessed. She responded passionately.
Desire was burning. My whole body was hot.
I roamed over her body like a fish in water.
Her vagina opened, wet and slippery. Her breathing became more and more rapid. Her body grew hotter and hotter. Her tongue became more and more lingering.
I pulled down my panties. My penis was already throbbing.
I pressed myself against her; she was burning up and trembling uncontrollably. I kissed her as I gently pulled back her foreskin, pressing it against the entrance of her vagina. She held me tightly with both hands. With a gentle push, the head of my penis entered. Strangely enough, I wasn't in a rush to go in; I had been so eager at the beginning, but now I wasn't in a hurry at all. I guided my penis with my right hand, rubbing the head around the entrance of her vagina—it felt wonderful. She closed her eyes, enjoying it. I went in halfway, then began to slowly thrust in and out, a little bit each time, until finally it was all the way in, and she let out a long sigh. I thrust hard, letting it all the way in. She held me tightly, her vagina gripping me tightly. So tight, squeezing and gripping, like the vagina of a newly opened virgin—such a warm little hole, such a comfortable feeling.
I took a deep breath and began my assault. First, "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one," then "five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one," and finally, it was all the way in. I wrapped my arms around her head, and she rested her head on my arm, her hands stroking my back. Her legs gradually wrapped around my waist, and I pressed my upper body against hers, my legs half-kneeling as I moved.
With each deep thrust, she let out an "ah," which excited me immensely. The sounds grew louder, so I kissed her whenever I made a sound. Later, she bit her lower lip tightly, only letting out a few suppressed nasal sounds when she couldn't help it, which made me even more aroused.
I thrust left and right inside her, vigorously kneading her breasts with my hands, my tongue roaming over her neck. With my full effort, she tightened her grip on me, finally holding me tightly with both hands (I almost couldn't breathe), her legs wrapped around my waist tightening, and her vagina clenching tightly. I attacked even more relentlessly, and she finally bit down on my shoulder. Her vagina contracted sharply, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid enveloped my glans. I let out a muffled groan, thrusting desperately deep inside her, ejaculating powerfully… … The
next day , I don't even know when she left…

On the third night, she asked to talk to me, and we reached an agreement: to be sexual partners, but not to discuss feelings. That way, whenever she wanted, or I wanted, she would page me, and I would go to her. We faithfully remained sexual partners…

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