A Record of a Prostitute in a Catholic Church (Part 1)

Summer, sweltering.
I finally managed to pull myself out of the porn, but alas, final exams were approaching, and to continue seeing my fantasy object next semester, I had no choice but to grab my books and head to the public lecture hall.
Damn! It was packed! I finally found an empty seat, next to a woman. I could smell her faint fragrance from afar; I was definitely going to enjoy myself! Damn! She was wearing a low-cut top and a short skirt.
After sitting down, my mind started racing, my eyes constantly glancing at her breasts and thighs. Wow! That alluring cleavage, so deep it seemed bottomless. I couldn't help but swallow hard. The pattern of her bra was faintly visible on her sides; I guessed it was Versace. My eyes, unable to resist, traversed mountains and plains, arriving at the foot of a dark forest. Although I hadn't found the entrance yet, I was confident I could conquer the maze.
Suddenly, my pen fell, and I had to look down, my eyes still involuntarily drifting towards it. Such white thighs! Her skin was perfectly round and smooth, almost translucent. I swallowed hard again, searching upwards along her thigh. Finally, I reached the "entrance"—damn! Pink panties tightly hugged that dark forest, and I could vaguely see a few stray hairs peeking out, proudly displaying their owner's treasure. I didn't dare linger too long, so I looked up, and I was horrified! She was staring intently at me, with that satisfied smile on her face. Damn! This made things easier. If I couldn't easily catch a cat that wanted to eat fish, what kind of "virgin killer" would I be?
So, my hand reached down to her thigh, touched her, and she didn't move. Well, I wasn't going to be polite then. I first enjoyed the soft skin; the feel was truly unique, an indescribable tenderness. As I explored her thigh, I looked at my study materials, finally experiencing the benefits of multitasking. Gradually, I penetrated deeper, reaching her private parts. Her panties were actually silk—not bad at all. Without lingering too long, my hand went straight for the target. When it touched the depths of that forest, she couldn't help but moan, "Ah, that feels good!" Unfortunately, her hand couldn't see, so she could only slowly explore, but she experienced a different kind of pleasure. The pubic hair rubbed against her hand, itchy and slightly damp. Exploring, she touched a slightly uneven depression, which felt softer and more delicate than other areas. "That's it, I've found the Water Curtain Cave!" I immediately located her clitoris and used my thumb and forefinger to spread her labia. It felt a little tight. I pinched those tender labia, making her feel both numb and itchy, causing her to tremble all over. A virgin is a virgin; after all, she hadn't been explored yet. Slowly, I felt my hand getting wet; she was really wet. I squeezed her clitoris hard and ruthlessly inserted my fingers deeper. She couldn't help but moan again. "Her voice... she's definitely a slut." My fingers rubbed against the small, protruding fleshy bumps inside her vaginal walls, and the movement in and out wasn't as difficult as it had been at first. After a while, my fingers seemed to encounter some resistance... I'd reached her hymen! I straightened my fingers and thrust forward forcefully, and it went in easily! Slut! I must have used a cucumber before. I increased the speed of my thrusts, my fingers rubbing against her vaginal walls. After a while, her vaginal fluids gushed out like a waterfall, overflowing and soaking her snow-white thighs. While I was busy below, I wasn't neglecting above either, so my other hand also began to wander under her shirt... The hem of my bra swam up.
It turns out going up from below her cleavage has a different kind of charm. At first, the terrain was relatively flat, but gradually, the mounds on both sides became higher and higher, so my fingers encountered resistance. Oh, I touched the bra strap. Damn, I couldn't go any further. I looked at her; she didn't react much, but rather seemed satisfied. So, without further ado, I reached behind her and fumbled for the clasp on the strap, easily unhooking it. Then, my hand swam back to her chest. This time, there wasn't much resistance. I pulled her bra down completely and even took a closer look—it was pink too! This slut might have a pink fetish! I tossed the bra aside, and my hand continued to explore her breasts. "Plowing, so bouncy! I lightly flicked her nipple with my finger, and it even wiggled. Wow, so good! I really want to take her right now!" My hand wandered between her breasts. I just wish I had more hands!
Just as I was enjoying myself immensely, my penis was throbbing with blood, making me feel hot all over, and my lust was almost uncontrollable. I couldn't help but feel an urge to fuck her right away. I looked up at her and saw her blushing, her head slightly tilted, her eyes slightly open, completely intoxicated. I couldn't resist. I leaned close to her ear and boldly whispered, "Come to my place. I live in a studio apartment, and it's very safe. It's in the East District (only a hundred meters from the church), how about it?" Of course, my hand didn't stop while I was saying this. She blushed, slightly parted her chin, and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Hurry up!!! ... She
got up and walked out first, and I followed closely behind her. I saw that her skirt and legs were wet, and her vaginal fluid was dripping down, dripping and dripping... She walked out of the classroom. (To be continued)

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