Our Secret Game

The car stopped in front of a motel.

I placed my hands on the steering wheel, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

"Are you alright?" She turned to look at me, then took off her white veil and carelessly held it close to my face, wiping away the sweat that had accumulated at the wedding banquet… I didn't answer her.

"Honestly, like this on the first day, what are we going to do for the island tour?" Seeing that I didn't respond, she tried to smooth things over with some irrelevant words.

I understood the dissatisfaction in her words, and thinking about how our first day of new life together had turned out like this, I felt really bad for her. After all, no matter what my condition was, it was better not to let my emotions affect her.

I suddenly hugged her waist, pulled her close, and tried to kiss her.

"No, that was so embarrassing for her." Seeing that I seemed to have recovered, she smiled and pushed me away.

"Beep! Beep!" A car behind us honked impatiently.

I quickly drove the car in.

"See, you're so playful." She smiled, pursing her lips.

I took my luggage from the back of the car, and then she took my arm, and we went upstairs together.

"Are you really alright?" she asked gently. "I'm too tired today. I'll just take a shower and go to sleep. Don't think too much." I had just been playing racing games with my college buddies, and it was quite a struggle to get rid of them so they wouldn't keep bothering us. Plus, I was forced to drink some beer beforehand, which left my thoughts jumbled up and my head throbbing terribly.

"How can you do that? I've wasted several thousand gold coins." I thought of the old saying, "A moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold."

"Luckily, we're not in a regular hotel lobby, or people would misunderstand who we are." Her furrowed brow was quite endearing. "You shouldn't say such un classy things in the future, or I'll get angry." "Is this okay?" She quickly changed the subject. "Weren't we planning to stay overnight at that hotel on the West Coast?" "Don't be silly, do you want my friends to be third wheels for the next few days?" I winked at her. "Hehehe, I can't fool my best friends without using a little trick." "Oh… I've been fooled by you too." She suddenly burst into laughter, then after a while, "But then Mom and Dad won't be able to contact us, right?" "Don't worry, they'll just make a call." I turned to her, giving her a gentle smile, exuding confidence that "everything is under control."

Entering the room, the atmosphere suddenly began to subtly change.

First, we frantically unpacked, then took a shower. After finishing all the trivial things, neither of us spoke, unlike when we were pursuing her.

I sat at the foot of the bed, and she sat at the head.

Xiao Chen told me that on the first time, the girl would come out wearing only a bathrobe after showering, and then it would be kissing, caressing, and then... But why was she wearing her new clothes for tomorrow's trip?

Her head was lowered, and after a long while, she asked me, "Aren't you going to take a shower?" "I..." I suddenly looked up at her, stammering.

She understood what I wanted at this moment, but blushed again and lowered her head.

"No, I have to show my manliness," I said fiercely in my heart.

Taking advantage of her inattention, I suddenly grabbed her shoulders, pressed her onto the bed, and then sealed her lips with mine.

Her body was very soft, especially since she didn't even resist, which made her appear weak and pitiful.

With nervous and uneasy feelings, I kissed her roughly.

I opened my eyes and saw her with her eyes closed, her pretty face flushed, enjoying the intimacy of our kiss. For some reason, I stopped.

After a while, knowing I had stopped, she opened her eyes and gazed at me. As

soon as our eyes met, I immediately got up and sat back in my original spot.

What should I do? I couldn't even kiss her, something we used to do often. How could the rest of the story unfold? Damn it, why am I so cowardly?

After a while, I mustered my courage again and, as before, pushed her down. But this time, I didn't dare look into her eyes. So I simply buried my face in her chest, to feel that intoxicating softness and breathe in that intoxicating fragrance.

My head was buried in her chest, but after a while, I suddenly lost my courage again, and then, as usual, I got up and shrank back to my previous spot.

She got up and sat back in her original spot, pulling her clothes, which I had messed up, tighter.

Strange, when we were boyfriend and girlfriend, didn't I really want to have sex with her? Why am I so afraid now? I bit my lower lip tightly, realizing my mouth was dry after all that commotion.

"It's...it's okay," she said, seeing my helplessness, suddenly trying to encourage me.

Suddenly, we stared at each other for a moment, our thirsty lips meeting, our tongues entwining, our bodies intertwined in a frenzy.

Perhaps my passionate kiss was making her breathless, because during the two-minute kiss, she pushed me away and pulled back to the side.

But she glanced back at me, then lowered her head.

Her hesitant, flustered expression seemed to say that pushing me away wasn't because she disliked me, but because I was making her breathless, yet she also seemed afraid of losing her composure and being misunderstood.

She was so understanding.

Yes, that was it—that gesture! My inner turmoil had been subtly resolved!

I reached out and hugged her from behind, then slipped my hands inside her shirt, cupping her breasts, my fingers deftly pinching her nipples.

Gradually, I felt it harden. Then, I moved my left hand down, inside her long silk skirt, inside her lace panties. I discovered that her genitals were covered in hair. I stopped exploring and used my index and middle fingers to caress her labia.

She opened her mouth slightly, moaning softly.

I took the opportunity to kiss her, teasing her tongue with my tongue and then sucking on it with my lips. Soon, my right hand tore open her clothes, revealing her breasts. She had a slender waist, fair skin, and slightly full breasts, which made me a little dizzy.

I gradually lost control and picked her up, placing her on the bed so she could lie flat. Two small mounds stood on her snow-white body, with two pink nipples.

My hand moved to her genitals, and through her silk skirt, my palm gently caressed them.

I pulled down her skirt and lace panties, revealing a tuft of glossy black pubic hair at the top of her smooth, firm thighs, partially obscuring her vulva. My hands caressed her entire body, finally settling on her genitals, playing with her pubic hair like curled strands of hair. My penis didn't want to stay in my pants.

It wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her walls with a ravaging force.

I removed her clothes and gently touched her face.

I whispered in her ear, "I want to make love with you wildly and intensely." Hearing this, her face flushed red, making her even more beautiful.

She said, trembling slightly, "I'm so afraid of pain. I heard that the first time you have sex is very painful..." I kissed her nose, turned around, and sat on the edge of the bed. She propped herself up to undress me.

After undressing, my penis, already erect for some time, stood like a pillar before her.

Her chest pressed against my back, her hands rapidly stroking my chest as she said, "I love you, I love you so much..." I felt two mounds of flesh pressing against my back, with hard nipples inside.

I turned to kiss her, then lay down beside her. I placed my hands between her legs, slowly spreading them apart, shifting my position. There was dark pubic hair where her legs crossed; as the angle widened, I could even see her hymen.

She trembled and said, "Today I'm yours, you can't betray me..." Without hesitation, my penis thrust into her. She let out a muffled cry... I instinctively felt the barrier of her hymen, but a moment later, I broke through it.

The vaginal opening was a bit narrow. After entering, I didn't rush to thrust or rub. I just felt my penis warm up, and then a slippery, sticky sensation began. I adjusted my position slightly, gripping her thighs with both hands, our lower bodies already joined.

I looked at her; her hands were clasped tightly against her chest, her eyes closed. From my hands and the penis inside her, I could feel her trembling with tension. I looked down and saw some dark red beads of blood in our pubic hair.

It was from when her hymen ruptured, flowing from the vaginal opening. She was still a virgin.

I thrust my penis forward, and she let out a moan, gripping the sheets tightly, opening her mouth wide, and uttering a cry.

I withdrew, then inserted again, withdrew again, and penetrated deeper… repeatedly. My glans felt waves of pleasure, like climbing a mountain, rising higher and higher.

Her mouth opened wider with each thrust, and her cries became more exaggerated.

I reached forward and grasped her breasts. Her legs, out of control, clamped around my waist like clamps. I thrust wildly, kneading her breasts vigorously. I leaned down and kissed her lips in a frenzy of passion. She became unrestrained, sucking my tongue forcefully.

I increased my thrusts, the bed shaking violently. I counted: "Hoo... 234, 235, 236. Ah..." After a while, she called out to me incoherently: "No more... It hurts... It hurts... Let's not... make love... make love... okay..." I didn't respond, pushing even harder. After about ten thrusts, amidst her frantic moans, I slowed my pace and withdrew my penis from her.

We were breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her breasts undulating seductively. I crawled forward, cupping her left breast in my hands, lowering my head to suckle the nipple, gently biting it, or licking it with my tongue. I

opened my mouth wide, wanting to swallow the entire breast.

I brought my right knee forward, pressing it against her mons pubis.

After a while, I straightened up, smiling at her. She looked at me too, a little angry, and said,

"I never want to make love again, you hurt me so much..." I leaned closer and said, "How about I massage you..." She blushed, and before she could reply, my lips were on hers, my tongue exploring.

I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

I grabbed the showerhead and rinsed myself with warm water, then used my hand to shield the water, letting it flow gently over her inner thighs.

She asked me, a little confused, what I was doing.

I replied, "I want to fuck you!" She glared at me and said, "You're so annoying!" I hung up the showerhead and let the warm water wash over us both. I spread her legs apart with my hands again, lowered myself, and placed the tip of my tongue on the inside of her vagina, which I had spread open with my index fingers. She didn't even protest; she just kept panting.

I licked the love fluid secreted from her vagina; it tasted a little astringent.

I pursed my lips and sucked on her love fluid. I knew this would make her feel very itchy, but she still just panted. My mouth moved away from her mons pubis, and my lips covered the inside of her left thigh, then moved to the vaginal opening, then back to the inside of her left thigh, moving left and right several times like eating a watermelon. Then I opened my mouth and gently bit her labia, taking a few tufts of pubic hair into my mouth.

She said, "Why are you doing this? I'm so embarrassed." She tried to pull away, but I casually moved my hand to her pubic hairy triangle, kissing her abdomen and breasts. I gently nibbled on every inch of her skin, suckling her right breast while kneading her left with my left, finally stopping at her cleavage. I rested my head on her left breast, inhaling her fragrance.

We gazed at each other, sometimes intertwining our tongues, licking and touching, as if time stood still.

I nestled in her arms, my erect penis still hard, my body still burning with desire.

After about ten minutes, she took a deep breath and said, "If I get pregnant, then you'll be the father." She smiled brightly. She was beautiful, but even more so, she was adorable. I looked up and saw her radiant beauty, which aroused my desire.

Pointing to my erect penis, I said, "Yeah, right! I haven't ejaculated yet..." I then made a move to penetrate her. She seemed to want to protest, but I didn't give her a chance. I sealed her lips with a passionate kiss.

We lay on our sides on the floor. I placed my right leg between her legs, braced myself slightly, and pushed forward with my hips. My penis entered her again. I pushed my body against hers, pressing down on her. I pulled away from her lips, and she slowly opened her eyes, still lingering with desire. I looked at her.

She sighed, nodded slightly, and said, "You have to... be gentle with me, don't be too rough..." Then she closed her intoxicating eyes again.

I placed my palms on either side of her, thrusting my hips forward. My penis slid smoothly into her lubricated vagina, the head rubbing against her vaginal walls. With each thrust, my body felt like it was galloping across a plain. I gradually increased the force, faster and faster. Her head tilted to one side, her hands gripping my neck.

With each thrust, her breasts trembled, as smooth as tofu. I felt excited, sweat dripping from my shoulders. Just then, she, who had been pinned to the floor, rolled over and switched places with me.

She straightened up, sitting on my genitals, her palms on my abdomen. She pushed forward slightly, then curled up, lowering her head, seemingly unable to bear my penis. She pushed forward a few more times, beads of sweat dripping from the tips of her breasts, her long, soaked hair brushing against my cheek.

My heart raced, and I began to thrust my penis upwards. She seemed to be riding a wild horse, throbbing up and down. However, this "horse" could enter her body and be controlled to please her.

After a few times, I didn't feel any pleasure. I frantically got up and pressed her to the floor again. I grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and my penis thrust into her, penetrating her, stabbing her, and copulating hard. After dozens of back-and-forth frictions, she probably reached orgasm. Sometimes she moaned, sometimes she screamed. Finally, she calmed down, her hands sliding off my neck and falling onto her heaving breasts. Her facial expression was so peaceful and beautiful.

Her moans, my panting, and the sweat glistening between us; the shaking of the bed, and her undulating movements with the rhythm of my penis entering and exiting her vagina, her heaving breasts—all under my control, formed the most primal melody, gradually bringing me to orgasm. I began to find it difficult to penetrate her, then I thrust forward with all my might, suddenly gasping for breath.

At that moment, an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted within my heated body. I felt my semen spurt from my penis, millions of sperm rushing into her uterus, my testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitching intermittently beneath my scrotum.

Apart from her naked, alluring figure, me, and the waves of pleasurable excitement that followed our intercourse, nothing else existed in the world.

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