Chapter 1 of Sinking into the Sea of Desire

Author: yao513
Word Count: 13005

"Beep...beep...beep..." The buzzing of the electronic alarm clock startled me awake from my hazy dream. I shook my still-dazed head
slightly , recalling the dizzying scene from my dream... A
strong man, whose face I couldn't see clearly, was thrusting his thick penis, relentlessly violating my tender honey hole, while I twisted my pert,
plump buttocks to meet the violent thrusts, letting out shameful moans and gasps... "
What's wrong with me these days? I keep having these embarrassing erotic dreams." I slowly sat up in bed, stretching
my languid, slender waist and arms. The soft, thin silk quilt, still clinging to my upper body, traced a wavy line down my full, round,
snow-white breasts, cascading over my smooth waist and abdomen.

"...Mmm..." My rosy nipples, already erect from the passion of my dream, swelled
slightly as the thin silk blanket slipped down, causing a slight, pleasurable friction that made me let out a soft moan. This pleasure traveled through my
tender body, flowing directly into the depths of my honeyed orifice between my legs. With a slight tremor of my body, a small stream of
vaginal fluid trickled out.

"Oh no!" Somewhat conscious, I felt the wetness in my lower body and instinctively reached down to
touch . Although I had a premonition of what would happen, I was still
annoyed by the sticky wetness on my hand through my thong. This was clearly not something that could be caused by the stimulation of my nipples.

"This damned erotic dream," I muttered softly, a thought of annoyance at my own sensitive constitution
flashing through my mind.

I threw back the blanket, got out of bed, and looked back, giving a wry smile.

Sure enough, the pink floral bed sheet was already soaked to the size of a palm on my plump, round buttocks
. "Sigh..." This seemed to be the fourth bed sheet I'd changed this month, but... but today
was only the 9th... No one gets used to walking with a wet, sticky feeling between their legs. I took off my soaked, bright red, see-through sexy
thong, pulled out a few tissues from the box on the bedside table, lifted my right leg onto the bed, revealing my
honey pot covered in thick pubic hair. I intended to just wipe myself clean, but when the tissues touched my pink vulva, my
still sensitive honey pot began to throb. I couldn't help but close my eyes, indulging in this pleasure. My mind
involuntarily recalled the scene in my dream of that huge, thick penis thrusting into me intensely, accompanied by my own
moaning "Oh..." as clear, glistening fluid slowly flowed from my honey pot.

As I began to caress myself, the image of that huge penis in my mind became even clearer. The enormous
glans, swollen to a purplish-red, was thrusting deep into my honeypot
, pounding against my tender clitoris. The bulging veins on the thick shaft, like writhing, bluish-purple earthworms, were mesmerizing.
The relentless, frenzied thrusting had coated the shaft with the viscous, sticky fluid gushing from deep within my honeypot, making it glistening and slippery.
The two enormous testicles in my swollen scrotum were clearly filled with thick
semen .

"Mmm...mmm..." Pleasure streamed from my lips as I indulged in
fantasies of the massive penis thrusting into me, while my left hand reached down to my erect clitoris, gently massaging it.
As my lust intensified, my body heat rose, and the tingling, itchy sensation in my vagina became unbearable
. My right hand, which had been gently stroking my genitals through a tissue, was no longer enough to satisfy my overwhelming passion. I tossed aside the now-soaked
tissue, and my slender middle finger rubbed against the delicate pink opening of my vulva, sliding back and forth a few times
until it was covered in my own vaginal fluid. "...Mmm...Mmm..." A sensual moan escaped my
lips, but this did little to quell the frenzied turmoil deep within my vagina.

"Pop!" With a soft sound, my middle finger, which had been rubbing against the opening, slipped into the tight vagina. "Oh
..." A long, satisfied sound escaped my lips. The tender flesh inside my vagina
began to writhe erratically with the insertion of my finger, clinging to the shallowly inserted finger as if a powerful suction
were pulling it deeper.

I wiggled my middle finger a few times, rubbing it against the tender flesh inside my honeypot. A wave of pleasure
surged from the rubbed walls. "Mmm...mmm..." Although the tingling at the entrance was temporarily relieved,
the desire deep inside my honeypot intensified. Without hesitation, I pushed my wrist inward forcefully. "Ah..." With a
high-pitched groan, my entire middle finger was now inside my wet honeypot. The warm walls immediately
enveloped inserted finger, and a squeezing, wriggling sensation emanated from it. Deep inside my honeypot,
the insertion caused a trembling flow. A sticky, lustful fluid... but the honeypot could no longer satisfy
the brief pleasure brought by the insertion of a finger. As waves of itching returned, the deep, slender middle finger began to thrust and probe with small movements
. "Oh...oh...um...ah..." A soft moan escaped from her luscious red lips. At this moment,
she slightly raised her head with her embroidered eyebrows furrowed, her eyes tightly closed and filled with desire. Her smooth, flowing hair fell behind her shoulders, her
smooth, jade-like left leg stood straight on the carpet in front of the bed, and her delicate right leg was supported at a ninety-degree angle on
the bed . With the rhythm of her hands, she was immersed in the pleasure of masturbation.

"Ah...ah...oh..." As the right middle finger thrust faster, the moans and cries from her cherry lips
grew louder and louder. The gentle pressing of her left hand on her clitoris turned into a fast and heavy rubbing. The lustful fluid in her honeypot
surged out like a river overflowing, making
shameful "squeak...squeak" sounds with the thrusting of her fingers. The overflowing lustful fluids flowed down my long, white thighs, dripping
onto the floor from the thrusting fingers. The pubic hair around my vulva was also covered in glistening fluids, its once smooth and supple texture
now a mess.

As the speed of my delicate fingers increased,
the image of the enormous penis in my dream rapidly impacting my vulva flashed in my mind. "Ah…thrust harder…so big…oh…all the way in…touching my cervix
…" I cried out lewdly, milky white fluids continuously flowing from my vulva… "Uh
…oh…so good…oh…I’m…I’m coming…" My fingers reached their maximum
speed , frantically thrusting and churning inside my pink, tender vulva. "…Ah…" With a
sharp, long, alluring moan, my voluptuous body collapsed onto the bed, my legs tightly pressed together against my chest.
She curled up, and a long-dormant desire erupted from the depths of her honeypot. Her trembling, tender vulva
glistened with pleasure, spewing out hot, lustful fluids. The soft flesh of her honeypot tightly gripped her middle finger, which had stopped moving due to the climax,
clenching and rubbing as if trying to break it off. Her smooth, white abdomen rose and
fell rapidly in sync with the trembling of her slender waist.

"Since my daughter was born and my husband left, my body hasn't tasted
the pleasure of sex with a man for 16 years. Although when my husband was here, he always ejaculated prematurely because of his small penis, which prevented him from satisfying me sexually,
it was still better than my weak fingers..." "Sigh..." Still savoring the afterglow of her climax, she
couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

I lay lazily in bed for a while, then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost 7 o'clock. If I didn't
get up to make breakfast for my daughter, I'd be too late. I hurriedly got out of bed, grabbed a stack of tissues, and
hastily wiped away the vaginal fluid that had soaked my genitals and dripped down my legs. I grabbed a pink silk nightgown and went to
the full-length .

A naked woman with long, black hair cascading down her shoulders, fair and delicate skin, and a slender, full figure appeared
in , delicately embroidered eyebrows, large, bright black eyes beneath double eyelids, a high
nose, small, rosy lips, and a rounded, slightly pointed chin created a
face that would captivate any man.

Below her swan-like, elegant neck were slightly prominent collarbones, and below that were her full
, perky, snow-white breasts. Her snow-white arms, with their delicate, long fingers and slender fingers, hung down on either side of her alluring, naked body
. Normally, breasts removed from their bra will sag or spread apart. No matter how full the breasts are, a deep
cleavage can only be formed by the compression of a bra or by pressing the sides of the breasts with your hands. Although my breasts
are an impressive 36E, they haven't sagged or softened at all from breastfeeding my daughter. They remain perfectly horizontal and
proudly upright, without spreading apart, thus forming a deep cleavage. The light pink areolas
at the tips of further accentuate their stunning beauty, and the delicate, peanut-sized nipples
stand upright like little chimneys.

Beneath my alluring breasts is a slender and supple waist, a round, beautiful navel on my flat, smooth abdomen, and
a pair of long, slender, and shapely legs, as smooth as jade. Paired with two small
, delicate feet that men can't help but want to caress, the tips of my smooth, round toes are covered with glossy nail polish painted with bright red cleavage. Along
the triangular area where my legs meet, thick, shiny black pubic hair grows, hiding a mysterious
cleavage that drives men wild. Turning halfway around, a full, rounded bottom was reflected in the mirror, its S-shaped curve
enough to drive any man who saw it mad.

This is me, Liu Ruoyun, 34 years old, a single mother with a 16-year-old daughter. When I was 17
, my boyfriend, who was six years older than me, got me pregnant out of wedlock. For the sake of the innocent child in my womb, I decided to drop out of school and
give birth. Therefore, we resolutely got together despite the strong opposition from both sets of parents. But on
the day my daughter was born, my husband, rushing to the hospital after returning from a business trip, was killed in a car accident. From then on,
my daughter depended on each other for survival, until today.

Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but think of my past experiences.

Awakening from my reverie, I slowly slipped on my pink nightgown, my alluring, naked body hidden beneath
the silky fabric… Chapter Two: The Enchanting Internet

Pushing open the door to my daughter's bedroom, I couldn't help but chuckle at her languid sleeping posture.
My eyes tender bottom was clad in
low-waisted panties embroidered with cartoon bears, most of her milky-white skin exposed outside the blanket. Her well-developed
right breast was also partially exposed due to the position, her pink areola faintly visible.

"You're 16 years old, yet you still act like a child, even your sleep is restless." I went to the bedside and softly
called, "Yuyan, it's time to get up." My daughter smacked her lips a few times, opened her sleepy
eyes , and mumbled, "Okay… Mom… I'll get up in a bit."

After leaving my daughter's room, I went to the kitchen and cooked some rice porridge and fried a few eggs. I
waited for my daughter to get up and wash before we ate breakfast together. She left for school promptly at 7:30. After finishing the housework, I went back to my
bedroom to clean up the slight mess caused by my erotic dream. When I finished, it was already 10:30.
I quickly turned on my computer and logged into QQ. A notification kept flashing. I clicked on it and sure enough, it was from
a netizen named "Give You Happiness." Speaking of this person, it really makes me feel shy. When I first
accepted his friend request, he was humorous, witty, and understanding, which I really enjoyed chatting with. But
later he always liked to talk about lewd topics, making me blush and feel incredibly shy. In real life, I
'm very dignified and reserved. Perhaps
because , I relaxed and couldn't help but half-heartedly and half-react to his erotic advances. Just like his name,
he truly brought me joy, at least in those embarrassing dreams… which led to
an addictive habit of chatting with him online almost every morning and evening around 10 PM.

"I wonder what embarrassing topics he'll bring up today?" I wondered, both anxious and expectant… "Give
you happiness":

"Qiushui, are you there?"

"Not yet? I'm so bored!"

Seeing his message, I smiled slightly and quickly replied. "Looking for you

through autumn waters":

"Hehe, I'm here. Sorry, I was doing some housework, so I'm late." "

Give you happiness":

"You're so virtuous! Doing housework so early in the morning. " "

Looking for you through autumn waters":

"It's all your fault…" "

Give you happiness":

"Ah…? What does this have to do with me? I'm innocent!!!" "

Looking for you through autumn waters":

"I won't tell you! Otherwise, you'll definitely laugh at me." "

Give you happiness":

"Tell me, I won't laugh at you ." "

Looking for you through autumn waters":

"I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I'll make you wait!"

"Oh dear! How embarrassing! You're over 30, and you still talk like that!" I couldn't help but
feel a little ashamed of my coquettish tone. "I promise I won't laugh at

you

. Tell me, what does this have to do with me?" 　　" 　　It's all because of those dirty jokes and stories you told me last night… when I was sleeping…" 　　"Oh…? Did you have a wet dream last night?" 　　"…" "

Hehe 　　, 　　I really did have a wet dream! How was it? Was there a flood in your bed? Were you busy fighting the flood this morning ?" My chatting habits had already made him understand that the ellipses I typed meant tacit agreement. " 　　You're so 　　mean 　　! You said you wouldn't laugh at me, and you still did this. I'm not talking to you anymore!" 　　" 　　Uh, I'm sorry, I really wasn't laughing at you, I was just teasing you. Please forgive me for my good attitude !" 　　" 　　Okay. I'll let you off this time, but don't do it again!" I pretended to think for a while before answering him. 　　This is the umpteenth time I've said "I won't do it again." Out of a woman's pride, I always pretend to be angry and scold him a few times when he teases me, and then forgive him. I don't know if he has seen through my pretense, but after I apologize and beg for forgiveness, he becomes even more brazen, with subtle hints or blatant teasing, making me even more embarrassed and unable to resist continuing to accept his eroticism. 　　Giving You Happiness: 　　"Your breasts are so big, they make my penis itch!!!" 　　Longing Eyes: 　　"...What did you say, you bad guy!!!?" 　　Giving You Happiness: 　　"Sorry, I mistyped, this damn input method. I meant you have a broad mind, which I admire, don't misunderstand!" 　　Longing Eyes: 　　"Don't think you can fool me, you big pervert!" 　　Giving You Happiness: 　　"Hehe, tell me what you dreamed about last night?" 　　Longing Eyes: 　　"I won't tell you." 　　Giving You Happiness: 　　"Then let me guess!" 　　Longing Eyes: 　　"Guess, if you can guess, you're amazing, (*^__^*) hehe..." I've already made up my mind that even if he guesses right, I'll firmly deny it, so he doesn't get too cocky. "I 　　bet 　　you were masturbating in your dream!" " 　　Pah 　　! You're the one who's masturbating in your dream!" " 　　Wait a minute? Then I 　　bet 　　you were dreaming about a man." 　　"..." My ellipses betrayed me again. 　　" 　　Hehe, you weren't dreaming about me, were you?" 　　"Don't be so conceited, why would I dream about you?" Although I denied 　　it 　　, I knew clearly that the faceless man in my dream was his incarnation . As the dream became clearer, that thick, hard penis, the frantic thrusting, made me involuntarily open my soft red lips and groan, "...Mmm..." My fair, full body trembled, and a small stream of lustful fluid slowly flowed from the depths of my tender pink honey hole. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Three: The Prelude to Depravity 　　Giving You Pleasure: 　　"Oh? Really not me?" 　　Longing: 　　"Of course not, dreaming of you is a nightmare, (*^__^*) hehe!" 　　Giving You Pleasure: 　　"Ah! What a pity. If you dreamed of me, you'd be so lucky." 　　Longing: 　　"Why would dreaming of you make me happy? I'm so afraid of having nightmares!" 　　I knew he was about to tease me even more blatantly, and a mixture of anticipation and shyness inside me. 　　Giving You Pleasure: 　　"Let me show you!" 　　He sent me a picture after saying that. I curiously clicked on it, "Ah! It's so big!" I couldn't help but exclaim. It turned out he had sent a close-up photo of an erect penis. The huge penis in the photo was a shock to my soul, making me feel dizzy. The thick shaft and the large glans, even from the taut, upturned angle, showed how hard it was. I vaguely guessed it was his penis. It really was huge! His girlfriend must be so happy! But the uncertainty in my heart still made me ask him indirectly . 　　Longing: 　　"Pervert, you only send this dirty stuff. Where did you get this photo? You must feel really inferior seeing it . (*^__^*) Hehe..." 　　Giving You Happiness: 　　"Hehe, sorry, you must be laughing at me. This is my penis, is 　　n't it big?" "Ah! It really is his penis! I wonder how good it would feel to have something so big inside my pussy!!! But... but my tender pussy is so narrow and small, won't such a big cock hurt me !!!" I stared intently at the thick penis in the photo, fantasizing in my mind. A rising desire slowly burned within me, and I even forgot to feign a scolding when he said the word "cock." 　　Giving You Happiness: 　　"What are you doing? Are you daydreaming about my cock?" 　　The "beep beep" of the message notification pulled me back from my daze. 　　Seeing his words, feeling awkward like someone had caught me out, I casually replied with a sentence: 　　"I wonder if he's just all show and no substance, all looks and no substance?" 　　"Ah! How could I have blurted out my own thoughts?!" A wave of embarrassment washed over 　　me.

In my mind.

A promise of pleasure:

"At least 40 minutes each time. If you don't believe me, try it and you'll see. I guarantee you'll be in ecstasy,
begging for mercy. How about it? Seeing such a big cock, aren't you already drooling?"

"Ah! 40 minutes! I wonder if my delicate body can handle such a huge, resilient penis!"
As I imagined it, a fire ignited within me. My left hand couldn't help but reach for my firm, full breasts,
my palm covering my right breast beneath my nightgown,
slowly kneading it. Soon, my nipple, unable to withstand the stimulation, stood erect. I used my thumb and forefinger, through the silk nightgown, to accurately pinch and gently rub the excited nipple.

"Uh… um… um..." With each wave of pleasure emanating from my tender nipple,
an . If it weren't for my female pride and restraint, I would have told him I was truly
drooling—not for my sexy, alluring red lips, but for my delicate, pink lips below.

"Give you happiness:

"Qiu Shui? Why aren't you saying anything? What are you doing? Busy wiping your drool? I don't know where you're wiping your
drool from." This big bad guy is mocking me again with a veiled insult. "

Give you happiness:

"You're the one drooling! You're too scary..." I slowly typed out my inner thoughts with my right hand. "

Give you happiness:

"Hehe, what are you afraid of? Do you think I'd eat you? But if I were to eat you, it would be your Wangzai Little Buns.
Have you ever heard the joke about Little Buns?" "

Looking through Qiu Shui:

"Pfft! Mine aren't Little Buns!" How could my proud 36E breasts be Little Buns! I
couldn't stand being teased like this and couldn't help but retort. "

Give you happiness:

"Oh... don't be stubborn. I estimate you're at most a 28-inch A-cup, not
much bigger than Little Buns. You don't need to feel inferior. I won't make fun of you."

"This bad guy underestimates me too much. The size he mentioned is practically an airport!" I thought indignantly.
I was determined to teach him a lesson, to shock him, to make him drool, so he wouldn't always look down on me.
Lost in my bravado, I didn't realize I was slowly falling into his erotic trap.

He said,

"Looks like you've only ever seen breasts like that. Let me tell you, mine's a 36E. Never seen anything like it, have you?
You're so drooling!!! Hehe..." To retaliate against his contempt, my left hand temporarily abandoned its attempt to please my erect nipples
and returned to the keyboard to focus on typing. "

Give you happiness":

"I know you women care about your image, and you stubbornly refuse to admit even when it's true. Fine, I can't see it anyway,
whatever you say goes, even if you say you're a 37F, I'll believe you!!!" "

Looking for you":

"You're going too far! I'm clearly a 36E, and you're being sarcastic." "

Give you happiness":

"I can't see it, how would I know if you're bragging? Maybe 36E is just inflated! Unless
you prove it to me, I won't believe you."

"Looking for you":

"How do you want to prove it?" This is infuriating! His words made me want to prove to him that my
breasts weren't what he imagined. "

Give you happiness":

"Can you do that?" "

Looking for you":

"Yes."

Seeing his question, I already guessed what kind of proof he would ask me to provide. As I sent the message, I
vaguely felt something was wrong. Doing that wouldn't do; it would cross my boundaries in conversation. But my eagerness to
prove it suppressed my unease. As long as I don't show my face, just seeing my breasts shouldn't be a problem
, right? Thinking about this, I couldn't help but be shocked by my own bold and unrestrained thoughts. "

Let

me see it with my own eyes, then I'll believe you. Otherwise, no matter how much you boast about your little breasts, I won't
believe you."

"

No way, you wish! A woman's breasts aren't something you can just show to a man." Although my heart was already
itching , my feminine modesty made me reluctantly refuse his request. "If 　　you

ask one more time, I'll agree, and you'll see two full, white, beautiful breasts!!!"
I thought to myself, my restless heart stirring.
The thought filled me with a mixture of shyness and excitement. " 　　My 　　darling!!! Just let me see them, let me fall at your 36E!" " 　　But it's so embarrassing, so shameful..." Being called "darling" by him sent a sweet, tingling sensation through . " 　　Give you happiness": 　　"Hehe, what's there to be embarrassed about with me? Don't we have enough intimate conversations already?" " 　　Looking longingly": 　　"Okay, just one look, just one look! And only the chest." Then he casually bent the camera downwards to the bottom. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Four: The Passionate Scene 　　As soon as I finished speaking, he sent a video request. My right hand, trembling with shyness and excitement, clicked confirm. The video window paused for a moment before a shocking image appeared before my eyes: a thick, hard penis. "Ah!" I exclaimed, followed by a deep, magnetic . 　　"What's wrong, baby? Did I scare you?" 　　"Ah!" I exclaimed again. The sudden sound startled me, catching me off guard. I realized the video call had also connected to a voice call. I didn't know whether I should talk to him. If I did, it seemed to contradict my initial intention of only allowing him to see, exceeding my tolerance. It also felt a bit inappropriate, as if this brought us closer to reality. I didn't want, or perhaps I was afraid, to have a real-life connection with him. 　　"Honey, what's wrong? Why aren't you talking? Typing is tiring and inconvenient. How about we chat like this for a while? You can turn off the voice chat anytime if you feel uncomfortable."

His voice was so pleasant, it unconsciously made me feel a sense of closeness, and my earlier
worries lessened considerably. Anyway, he wouldn't see my face, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about. I might as well
chat with him for a bit; he himself said that if it didn't work out, I could just turn off the voice chat. I reassured myself.

"You...you scared me just now, you suddenly spoke without warning," I said nervously. "

Oh, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that, but your voice is so beautiful, so clear and sweet,
I'm so lucky to hear it."

"Hehe, your voice is very nice too, very magnetic," I said, while my eyes were glued to
the screen , carefully observing the thick, erect penis on the screen, my heart
pounding rapidly because of its size.

"Huh? Where are your little buns? Are they too small, a little embarrassing, so you
hid them ?"

Hearing his teasing words, I forgot my nervousness; now I just wanted him to know that his guess was wrong
, that mine was definitely not a little bun!

"Okay, let me show you, but watch out, you'll drool," I immediately retorted with the same words he'd used to tease me. As I spoke,
I tilted the camera upwards, pointing the lens at my chest.

"Wow, they look pretty big. But it's just through the clothes; who knows if there's something stuffed inside?"
he said with a slightly mocking tone.

"Tch, what kind of eyes do you have? They're the real deal!" I retorted indignantly .

"Oh… well, let me see what they really look like then. I've never seen 36E
breasts ," he continued to tempt me.

"No… no, I can't let you see," I weakly refused, my eyes
glued to the thick, hard penis on the screen, fantasizing about the pleasure it could bring me.

"My darling, just let me see it, satisfy my curiosity. Besides, I've already shown you my
big cock; you should at least give me something in return," his deep, magnetic voice
made reluctant to refuse.

"Okay... fine, I'll show you." I finally convinced myself, though my heart was pounding with trepidation. He
didn't know who I was anyway, so I figured I'd let him see; it wouldn't cause any problems.

I reached up and pulled on the hem of my pink silk nightgown, slightly lifting my full, pert buttocks, slowly pulling
the nightgown up. With a mix of shyness, unease, and inexplicable excitement, my full, beautiful, snow-white breasts appeared
before the camera.

"Oh dear, how embarrassing! Why is my heart pounding so hard? My beautiful breasts are finally being
seen by another man, and I feel a little excited. Am I a lewd woman?" "
Oh... so big, so beautiful! Your breasts are so beautiful, like a work of art, so stunning , absolutely perfect!" He praised my full, beautiful breasts without reservation, which greatly reduced my unease and shyness. 　　"Now you believe me, right? These aren't just little steamed buns, are they? Okay, you've seen them, I'm going to put my nightgown down now ," I said, trying to sound calm. 　　"Don't put it down, let me look a little longer. I want to remember these beautiful breasts. You 've already let me look a little longer." I was about to put my nightgown down when his words made me hesitate. "Yeah, he's already seen them, so what's wrong with looking a little longer?" I mentally justified my indulgence. 　　"Fine, I'll let you, you big pervert, look a little longer. My hands are tired from holding this nightgown up like this, so I'll let you look for a while." 　　"If your hands are tired, take off your nightgown. It's inconvenient to keep holding it up like this." 　　Hearing his words, I was a little tempted. "Or I'll take it off. He's already seen them, so there's no point in covering them up . As long as he doesn't see my face, nothing will happen." Thinking of this, I was stimulated by my own bold and wanton thoughts, and a stream of lustful fluid flowed from my tender honey hole. 　　"Hmm... okay, my hands are too tired, but this is too good for you, you big pervert, hmph... are you satisfied now!" As I spoke, I raised my hand and slowly took off my nightgown from my sexy and alluring body. The excitement and stimulation of exposing my naked body in front of him made my heart pound wildly, and the tender nipples at the top gradually became erect. 　　"Great, you are so beautiful, your body is amazing, I can't resist." After he finished speaking, I saw the penis on the screen being grasped by a large hand, and then that hand began to move up and down. 　　"Oh dear, why is he masturbating in front of me? How embarrassing!" It was my first time seeing a man masturbate, and I couldn't take my eyes off his throbbing penis. A burning desire surged within me, and my breasts tingled and swelled, my already erect pink nipples becoming even more prominent. I couldn't resist the urge to grab and knead them, but a sliver of reason held me back. 　　"Oh dear, aren't you ashamed? How can you do this? Shame on you!" I said, feigning shyness as I kept my eyes glued to his hands. 　　"It's human nature. Masturbation is a way to release stress. Don't you want to touch your breasts now? Look at your nipples, they're all erect. Don't tell me you don't feel anything. Come on, try touching your breasts; it must feel wonderful." He continued to entice and tempt my already uncontrollable desire, especially his deep, magnetic voice, which seemed to possess a magical power, shattering my last shred of reason. 　　Hearing his words, my left hand, uncontrollably, slowly cupped my full left breast and began to gently knead it. A wave of pleasurable sensation washed over my sensitive breast, and a short, suppressed moan escaped my lips… “Does it feel good? I really want to knead your big breasts myself, they’re so alluring. You can use your other hand to rub your nipples, that will feel even better.” 　　He continued to tempt me, letting my reason slide into the bottomless abyss of lust. But I was too weak to think about such things now. My right hand slowly touched the erect, pink nipple on my full right breast. 　　“Oh…” Just a light touch was enough to make me let out a soft moan. My thumb and forefinger…

He gently pinched my shy, alluring nipple, slowly rubbing and kneading it. "Oh...oh...!"
I let out a wanton moan, my eyes still fixed on his throbbing penis, watching his bulging
eye, red glans, veined shaft, and the thick patch of dark pubic hair, all assaulting
my surging, lustful body.

"Isn't this more comfortable? Apply a little more pressure to your breasts, and gently
rotate You'll feel even better."

Following his instructions, I gripped and kneaded my breast with my left hand, while my right hand pinched and gently
rotated and pulled my nipple. Waves of passion spread from my breasts and nipples throughout my body, and my moans
grew louder.

"Ah...ah...oh...um...um..." I could already feel the wetness between my legs.
Simply touching my breasts and nipples wasn't enough to satisfy my rising desire. My left hand, which had been kneading my
breasts , couldn't resist

moving downwards, but I hesitated several times out of shyness and stopped the urge. "Hehe, is it itchy down there and you're drooling? It's okay, just touch
it yourself, otherwise it'll be uncomfortable." I hadn't expected him to notice my slight movements,
which made me feel shy. But hearing his words seemed to bewitch me. My left hand slid down to
my genitals, parted my closed legs, and my index finger found my clitoris hidden among the thick pubic hair. I gently
pressed and rubbed it.

"Oh...oh...um..." My clitoris, already in a semi-erect state, became hard and erect from my rubbing.
The waves of pleasure from the massage intensified my already overwhelming desire
, and I moaned continuously from my red lips.

"Where are you touching?" he continued, his magnetic voice enticing me.

"Touching...touching down there," I answered shyly in a low voice.

"Down there? Your thighs?" He was so awful, knowing exactly what I was doing, yet still asking.

"No...it's...it's...my genitals," I said embarrassedly.

"Oh? Genitals? Explain it plainly, I don't understand!"

"Ah! Does he want me to say that word? But...but how can I say something so vulgar!
It'd be so embarrassing, maybe only those slutty women would say that," I thought to myself.

"I...I can't...say it."

"Can't say it? Go ahead and say it, it'll make you even happier. If you don't say it, I won't play with you anymore
, and I'll have to put my big cock away." He kept tempting me.

He seemed to know I'd been staring at his enormous penis. It was so big, just looking at it
was mesmerizing. So when I heard him about to put it away, a wave of anxiety made me blurt out,

"No, don't!" As soon as I said it, I felt a wave of shame. How could I be so shameless?

"Oh… since you still want to see, then tell me, where are you touching?"

"…Clit…" I said in a barely audible voice,

"I'm such a slut, even saying such a shameless word, but why do
I feel a kind of excitement after saying it?" "What did you say? I can't hear you, speak louder." I
knew he must have heard me, but I'd already said it, so saying it again didn't feel so bad.

"Clit…" This time I raised my voice slightly, making it much clearer. He should be satisfied now, right?

"Come on, let me see how you touch a cunt." He made an even more outrageous request. "No...oh...
no...um...can't...look..." I
moaned , feeling the weakness of my refusal.

"Baby, be good. Let me see." Overwhelmed with desire, I couldn't refuse him anymore.

The thought of him seeing my alluring genitals sent a blush through me, and my hand unconsciously
pulled the camera down to point it at my vulva.

"Wow...so much beautiful pubic hair. They say women with thick pubic hair are naturally more sexually active, or rather, more slutty. Are
you like that?" I knew he was absolutely right, but how could I admit it?

"I...I don't know." Although I wanted to tell him that beneath my dignified exterior, I was truly slutty inside.

"Hehe, why be embarrassed to admit you're slutty? But with your legs closed like that, I ca
n't see . Come on, baby, spread your legs and let me see your tender pussy. I know it must be beautiful and alluring..."

"Ah! Should I show him? If I don't, he might get angry and stop playing this ambiguous and exciting
game with me." I knew I was already addicted to this passionate and exciting game. Hesitantly
, I slowly spread my legs a little.

"Baby, how can I see clearly like this? Come on... spread your legs and put them on the armrests of the chair, let me
admire the beautiful appearance of your tender pussy." It seems that my charming body is about to be completely seen by him!

"...Mmm..." I shyly whispered my agreement, slowly spreading my legs and placing them
on the leather armrests of the computer chair. "Oh... how embarrassing! My pink vulva is completely exposed
to his eyes, thick pubic hair, slightly parted pink and tender labia, and the sexy clitoris that is already protruding
." I think my pretty face must be flushed and shy at this moment.

"What a beautiful pussy, there's so much water on it, it's all shiny, and you still say you're not horny?"
He teased me when he saw the wetness flowing from my genitals as I touched them.

"Ugh, you saw this and you're laughing at me? I'm not...slutty!" My weak defense was unbelievable to myself
.

"Come on, baby, touch your pussy and show me. First, rub your clitoris." He began to entice me to masturbate.
Hearing his words, I was like a devil tempted, unconsciously reaching out my right middle finger and rubbing my clitoris
.

"Oh..." A wave of pleasure accompanied by my seductive moans spread throughout my genitals, making me rub
my clitoris faster. This brought even stronger sexual pleasure, causing my beautiful red lips to emit sexy,
seductive moans, "Mmm...mmm...oh...uh."

"Does it feel good? Use your other hand to separate your labia, let me see if your pussy is pink and alluring too."

"Mmm...mmm, so...comfortable."

Since he'd already seen it, what difference would a little make? I comforted myself, reaching out my left hand
to gently part my delicate labia, revealing the writhing, contracting opening.

"What a beautiful pussy! Just looking at that pink color makes me want to fuck it. Baby, don't you have
a dildo or something? It'd be even more pleasurable with that.

" "No, oh...I never use...I don't use that." The pressure of his fingers on my clitoris still brought
waves pleasure.

"Oh, then I'll get you one another day. Use it to replace me when you miss me. Now, inserting your finger
feels good too. Come on...rub your finger on your pussy a few times, get some of your juices on it."

My lust was running high, and I didn't care about anything else. Following his seductive guidance, my right middle
finger , rubbing it back and forth a few times, increasing the pleasure and
getting some sticky, lustful fluid on my delicate middle finger.

"Yes...like that, and then slowly insert it into your pussy."

Listening to his words, I slowly inserted my fingers into my honey pot. "Oh..." A suppressed moan escaped from my
sexy red lips.

Because my left hand was still spreading my labia apart,
he could see my finger insertion clearly. The shyness of being seen masturbating by a man actually
aroused .

"Good, baby, so good. Come on, slowly insert your fingers, slowly, let me see clearly." His
magnetic voice echoed in my ears.

"Okay, baby, it's all in now. Now bend your fingers and try to find your
G-spot." He continued to lure me deeper into the abyss of desire.

"I...don't know where my G-spot is."

In all these years of being alone, I've only masturbated a handful of times, and I always felt
ashamed of this behavior, as if I had committed a crime. Adding to my super sensitive constitution, each time I would only manage a few quick strokes and thrusts when my desire was almost
unbearable , and then it would be over quickly. To be honest, I didn't even know
where my G-spot was, or what it would feel like to touch it.

"Oh? You don't even know where your G-spot is? Come on, bend your finger upwards.
There's a patch of flesh with raised bumps on the upper part of your vagina; that's your G-spot. Everyone's G-spot location might be different,
so find it yourself."

Listening to his words, my fingertip slowly slid along the upper part of my vagina.
The sensation made my moans quicken. This was much more stimulating than simply thrusting my finger in and out. Even when I
had sex with my husband, he had never touched this spot.

"Oh... um... um..."

"...Ah..." A high-pitched moan escaped from my red lips. I felt my finger inside my vagina
touch a wonderfully textured spot, and the intense pleasure it produced was something I had never experienced before.
This intoxicating sensation that captivated both body and mind made my finger slide there irresistibly.

"...Oh...oh...um...ah...um..." The continuous waves of pleasure made me let out
a series of rapid moans.

"Looks like you've found your G-spot, baby, does it feel good?" His deep, magnetic voice came again.

"Um...good...oh."

"Baby, where does it feel good? Tell me."

Stimulated by the intense pleasure, I was already in a semi-dazed state, and answered his question
, "It feels good inside."

"Where?"

"Oh...oh...my pussy...inside my pussy," I shamelessly responded to his words.

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