Campus Anecdotes Series: Qi Chuyan - The Lost Lamb 4

Chapter Four: Offering Oneself into His Arms

Zhao Weihan owned a three-bedroom apartment near the North Fifth Ring Road. It was
one of several properties his father had invested in in Beijing a few years ago, and because it was closest to his school in Changping, it was
left to Zhao Weihan. His father knew about his son's womanizing ways and specifically warned him not to go too
far . Zhao Weihan outwardly agreed, but he frequently brought girls over. For a while, he spent
far more time there than at school. Whenever the security guards in the complex saw his
black Cayenne with the license plate "京A83" return, they knew that another young lady was about to be seduced by this playboy.
It was already the second day of summer vacation, and there was still no news of a beautiful teacher. Zhao Weihan leaned back in his computer chair,
playing League of Legends while chatting casually with online friends. It was already evening, and the sky was getting dark
. The three-day deadline was fast approaching. He was both anxious and bored, his mind filled with
the beautiful . He couldn't think of anything else, so he logged out of the game, intending to call Qi Chuyan
and ask her.
"Damn! Is this just a delaying tactic? She didn't seem like it the other day… Besides, I still have an
ace up my sleeve…" the boy muttered to himself as he picked up his phone.
Just as he scrolled Qi Chuyan's name out of his contacts, the phone rang. The screen showed
that Qi Chuyan was calling. Zhao Weihan, as if injected with adrenaline, suppressed his excitement and answered the phone…
"
Hello… where… where are you?" Qi Chuyan's voice came through the phone, soft and incredibly
gentle.
“Baby… I was just about to call you… Hehe… I’m at home… What? You don’t have
any more conditions, do you?”
“No… You… don’t want to see me?” The voice on the phone was still soft and gentle, seemingly
with a hint of laughter. The boy felt a ticklish, tingling sensation in his heart, which was incredibly pleasant.
“I miss you… I think about you every second… Where are you? I’ll come pick you up…”
“I’m at school. Are you going to pick me up… to your house?”
“Of course… Do you want to stay in the school dormitory? Or go to a hotel?”
“Get lost… You’re only thinking about that…”
“Baby… I’ve been waiting for you for so long… It’s time for you to keep your promise, isn’t it? You’re not going
to change your mind ?”
“Sigh… I’d like to change my mind… Can you let me go? I said I keep my word. If you do
n’t want to see me… then forget it… If you want to see me… come pick me up… to your house…” The woman’s
voice grew softer and softer, clearly nervous and shy about fulfilling her promise. Before the boy could reply,
she hung up the phone.
Soon he would finally be able to hold the beauty in his arms. This time, there would be no need for coercion; she would willingly
offer herself to him . All the hard work he had put in for this day—those textbooks that used to give him a headache just thinking about them,
the patience he had endured for over a month… all of that now seemed insignificant. Zhao Weihan excitedly rubbed his hands together,
tidied , and took a shower as fast as he could. His mind was filled with the sensual image of the beauty in his arms, and his penis
was already erect…
The Cayenne sped along Litang Road, unusually free of traffic, and arrived at the school just as dusk was falling.
He parked the car on the side of the road, about to make a phone call, when he saw Qi Chuyan walking out of the school gate. Zhao Weihan quickly got out of the car
to greet her.
Qi Chuyan, no longer dressed in her usual uniform skirt, wore a tight-fitting t-shirt, jeans,
and white wedge sandals. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and she carried a large shoulder bag. Her outfit was refreshing and neat,
like a girl next door. While lacking the sexiness of a uniformed beauty, she possessed a unique purity.
"Have you been waiting long? Get in the car..." Zhao Weihan, without even realizing it, suddenly became gentlemanly
, opening the passenger door as he spoke. Qi Chuyan got into the car, her head slightly lowered, not
saying a word, her cheeks slightly flushed, her pink skin exceptionally alluring.
The car returned to Litang Road and headed towards Zhao Weihan's apartment. The last rays of sunlight gradually faded, and it was
completely dark. The car lights on all the cars on the road were on. The return trip was a bit congested, with traffic moving slowly and stopping intermittently
. However, the beauty was already in his car,
and Zhao Weihan, thinking about how he could soon enjoy this tender flesh, felt a surge of desire…
The slow traffic stopped again, and Zhao Weihan took the opportunity to turn his head, wanting to take a closer look at the beauty beside him.
The bright headlights of the Cayenne shone on the rear of the car in front, and the reflected light, through the windshield, illuminated the
woman's flushed face. Her bright eyes, beneath long, thick eyelashes, shimmered with a hazy
light. Zhao Weihan stared intently at the woman, somewhat stunned, even forgetting to speak.
“What’s wrong? Am I… not pretty?” Qi Chuyan turned her head, glanced at the infatuated boy,
smiled , and asked.
“Ah? Oh no… pretty… I think you’re even prettier than before… let me kiss you…”
The boy snapped out of his daze, regaining his playful grin, and leaned closer as he spoke.
“Go… drive your car properly… I… I have something to tell you…” Qi Chuyan reached out to stop
him , looking out the car window, pursing her lips, and said seriously.
“What is it now? Well… then tell me…” Zhao Weihan sat up straight, somewhat listlessly.
“Don’t worry… I just said… I keep my word… From today onwards… I… I’m your
girlfriend…” Qi Chuyan’s face flushed slightly again, and she continued, “These past month…
you’ve really done a good job, not only fulfilling your promise, but also improving your grades beyond my
expectations. Actually… I’ve been observing you during this time, your efforts… your dedication… I’ve seen
it all, it’s really rare…”
“Hey… since you’re my girlfriend now, why are you lecturing me like a teacher?” The boy
interrupted the woman impatiently, but he was still very proud to receive praise from his beautiful teacher.
The stagnant traffic slowly started moving again, and the Cayenne followed.
"Even if you don't want to hear it, I still have to tell you... Don't forget, I'm not your teacher anymore... I'm your
... your girlfriend..." Qi Chuyan continued without looking at the boy, "You know what? Actually, the most open..."
"At first... I didn't dislike you... I even... had some feelings for you... especially when I watched you play basketball
... it reminded me of... my first boyfriend..."
The woman's words surprised Zhao Weihan. He hadn't expected that he had made a good impression on her.
Curiosity prevented him from interrupting her, and he listened while keeping his eyes on the road ahead.
"However, these limited feelings were superficial. Your lack of attention at school, your bullying of female classmates...
and your disruptive behavior in class... I disliked all of that, but... not to the point of loathing you... but
..." Qi Chuyan took a deep breath, paused, and continued, "That night... you used such vulgar and
shameless methods... to bully me... do you know how much I hate you?" The woman seemed to recall
that unbearable night, resting her head on the headrest of the chair and closing her eyes.
"That...that...I just like you so much...Besides...you were so obedient, doing exactly as I said,
wearing thongs and black stockings...how could I resist...And...you didn't resist back then...
so that's why...hehe..." the boy said somewhat awkwardly. The little wolf, usually shameless
in front of women, was unusually embarrassed in front of the pure and holy goddess.
"Hmph...you really enjoy seeing women in thongs and black stockings? Well...it's my fault that day...
I didn't stop you in time...but who would have thought you'd be so lewd?" "You even used the video to blackmail me..." Qi Chuyan
turned her head , glared at the boy, and her eyes held a complex mix of emotions.
"Okay, baby... I was wrong that day... I only wanted to get you... Now that you
're my woman, I promise I won't bully you anymore, I promise I'll make you happy, make you feel good... hehe..."
The boy said, reaching out and gently stroking the woman's thigh twice as a way of comforting her.
"You're so annoying... all you know is making women feel good... I think you're just doing it for your own pleasure, aren't you? Humph... you
don't know what women like... what they want..." Qi Chuyan said coquettishly,
pushing , and continued, "I hate that I'm so weak... I didn't have the courage to report you... I
was already in a bad mood those two days... then... that old lecher Qin Zhengren also came to bully me... and then... you used the surveillance
video to blackmail me... I... I felt like dying... do you know that?" "The woman spoke,
her voice trembling slightly, as if she were choking up.
'Baby... don't be like this... it's all my fault... it's all because I like you too much... I promise
I won't bully you anymore...' The boy reached out and patted the woman's shoulder, speaking earnestly.
This time, Qi Chuyan didn't stop the boy, letting him stroke her shoulder, and sighed as she continued:
'Sigh... it's all in the past... you're just a little rascal... blaming you won't help... I've thought a lot these past few days
... I'm telling you this so you know that I agreed to be your girlfriend not because of that
video ... not because of the bags and perfumes you gave me... but because of the changes you've undergone. I
know you wanted my true love... so you put in the effort, you worked hard, you started to respect me
... these are what I like, what I want... this is also the main reason I decided... willingly to be your
girlfriend ... since you've given your heart... and satisfied me... then I will naturally
satisfy you...' At the end, the woman turned her head to look out the car window, her face flushed red again..."
The Cayenne pulled into the underground parking garage of the residential complex. After parking, Zhao Weihan pulled Qi Chuyan straight to his apartment.
On the stop-and-go drive back, the woman's intermittent, heartfelt confessions made Zhao Weihan's face flush and palate in turns—
sometimes embarrassed, sometimes ashamed, sometimes moved to tears. The boy, who used to treat
women like a daily routine, seemed to have suddenly grown up. He felt deeply ashamed of his past actions towards this goddess.
An 18-year-old boy, after all, wasn't fully mature, and the conscience deep within him had been awakened. Originally, he
only wanted to possess this beauty's body and then discard her when he was tired of her, but now he found
himself falling in love with her. His conflicted heart yearned to immediately hold her tightly in his arms, kiss her, caress
her, and... She ascended to a blissful, blissful state...
As soon as the door closed, Zhao Weihan turned and embraced Qi Chuyan, lowering his head to kiss her lips...
After pouring out her heart in the car, Qi Chuyan felt exceptionally relieved, as if
a weight had been lifted from her heart. Although her feelings for this petty thug weren't exactly love—
after all , he had used despicable coercion to molest and rape her, and he held the "
Sword of Damocles," her fate still in his hands—what drove her to take this step now
was no longer those factors; everything seemed to be turning a new page.
From childhood, Qi Chuyan had always been a dutiful daughter in her parents' eyes, a good student in her teachers' eyes, and her classmates and
friends had always been... She always looked down on and disdained bad influences like Zhao Weihan,
avoiding him at all costs, never imagining she'd
have anything to do with such "scum." However, over 20 years of this kind of life experience had begun to bore the proud and aloof Qi Chuyan with a sense of boredom and weariness towards her mundane,
rule life, and this subconscious feeling
seemed to be growing stronger over the past month. With the appearance of this bad influence, her life trajectory had been completely
disrupted . After the pain, confusion, and bewilderment, it was as if she had discovered another way of living. It was
a feeling she had never experienced before, like a pampered canary that had always lived in a cage suddenly
taking flight into the blue sky. Although what awaits her may be the claws of eagles, the ravages of storms,
the constraints of the past are gone. She no longer needs to wear a mask in public, no longer needs to conceal
her inner desires for the sake of appearances.
If the honest, taciturn Tan Ruifeng was once her ideal life partner, then, a little over a month
later, Zhao Weihan, this petty scoundrel, this "scumbag," has taken over her mind. That bad
, lewd boy has awakened the rebellious and wildness deep within her. Those lewd and manipulative methods, those ways
of pleasing women, no longer disgust, arouse her, or make her heart race; instead, she has begun to like and
crave them…
The boy's lips, thirsty and passionate, tightly enveloped the woman's cherry lips, his nimble tongue prying open two rows of silver…
His teeth probed into Qi Chuyan's mouth, teasing her smooth, fragrant tongue.
"Mmm...mmm..." The woman closed her eyes, her head tilted back slightly, the boy's large hand
supporting , his other hand tightly holding her waist. The boy's hot breath sprayed onto her face, and Qi Chuyan's dizzy brain
felt like it was suffocating. She let out muffled moans, intoxicated by the pleasure of the passionate kiss, her handbag
falling to the ground with a "thud. "
This was their second kiss, but the first one shouldn't be considered a real kiss. That night in
the classroom , Qi Chuyan was completely passive and defenseless, forcibly kissed by the boy,
leaving almost no trace in her memory. But this time was completely different. Although it was still the boy who took the initiative,
the woman, who genuinely wanted to kiss, only symbolically restrained herself for a moment before completely immersing herself in the pleasure between their lips.
Qi Chuyan was like a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing greedily, sucking and taking.
The boy's tongue roamed and teased hers, their tongues intertwining, attracting and entwining
each other . Her soft, smooth tongue was sucked and swallowed by the boy's lips,
sweet and tender like cotton candy. Their saliva mingled and flowed down the corners of her mouth…
“Mmm… Mmm… Ah… You’re so annoying…” A passionate kiss made the boy
dizzy ; the little tongue sucked between his lips was so tender, it seemed to melt away. He
carelessly nibbled lightly on the woman's tongue, causing Qi Chuyan, who was lost in ecstasy, to gasp softly
. She pulled her tongue back, furrowed her brows, and glared at the boy shyly. Wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth with one hand, she clenched her small pink fists and punched
the boy's chest twice, whispering, "You little rascal...you just bully me..."
Her infinitely shy expression made her already beautiful and charming face even more captivating, making one's bones go weak
. This kind of genuine shyness when a woman is moved, and the coquettish words she speaks to her lover, are things that would
never . For countless days and nights, the boy had dreamed of this day, holding this
goddess teacher he had long admired. Her pure, flawless, holy, and noble temperament, even her coquettishness, was
so endearing. Just a smile or a frown was enough to make one's body go weak and almost melt. Compared to any of the vulgar girls he'd previously
seduced, exchanging their bodies for material things, this was a world of difference…
Zhao Weihan gazed adoringly at the beauty in his arms, murmuring, “Baby… I… I like
you so much… I love you so much…” He tightened his arms, lowering his head to kiss her again.
“Mmm… Not enough kisses yet…” Qi Chuyan turned her head, dodging the boy's lips, resting her head
on his shoulder, her arms around his neck, chuckling softly, and continued, “Who told you to bite
me … I won’t let you kiss me anymore…” She twisted her body slightly, acting coquettishly.
Her soft, gentle voice was weak and delicate, her warm, fragrant body filling his arms. The boy felt his breathing quicken, a surge
of heat rushing to his head. His penis was already erect and throbbing, ready to burst.
He couldn't wait to get to bed, he wanted to strip her naked, kiss and caress every inch of her skin, and thrust his large penis into her tender
flower, pumping, pounding, and releasing…
“Baby… I love you so much… Don’t torture me anymore… Let me carry you to bed… Let me kiss
you properly…” the boy whispered in the woman’s ear, his hips thrusting forward twice, his hard penis pressing against
her lower abdomen.
Even through her jeans, Qi Chuyan could feel the powerful pressure and impact. She subconsciously
pulled her lower abdomen back slightly, her blushing face burning hot. She whispered, "Ugh...what's the rush...
I'll go take a shower first...I'm all sweaty..."
Although it was hot outside, Zhao Weihan hadn't turned off the air conditioning when he left, so the room was cool and pleasant,
the temperature just right. Even though he was already driven by lust, he couldn't object since the woman wanted to take a shower
. He'd already showered, so he just waited for his beauty to emerge. He imagined his beloved beauty clean and
fragrant before going to bed; that would be even more delightful.
The boy pulled Qi Chuyan to the bathroom door, pointed to the shower stall, and said with a sly grin
, "Baby...want me to help you shower?"
"Get lost...no need...go get my bag..." Qi Chuyan rolled her eyes at the boy,
gesturing towards the door...
The steam from the shower quickly filled the entire bathroom. Although the bathroom door was tightly closed,
the sound of running water and the steam mixed with the scent of shower gel wafted out through the crack, stimulating
the boy's sense of smell and hearing, making him feel itchy and restless. Several times he wanted to open the door and rush in.
Although the bathroom door couldn't be seen from the bedroom, the two rooms weren't far apart. Zhao Weihan lay on the bed,
his eyes fixed on the television hanging on the opposite wall, not knowing what was playing, his mind filled with the scene
inside . He had already taken off his clothes, leaving only his briefs
, his still-erect penis making a bulge in them. The bedroom light was bright, and the air conditioner
whirred softly, making the room very cool, but the boy's anxious heart felt like
it was on fire , his whole body still unbearably hot...
He didn't know how much time had passed when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. The boy listened intently to the sounds inside, a
rustling sound he couldn't make out, but it seemed to be a woman getting dressed.
"What a hassle... Just come out after you're done showering... Why bother getting dressed... I'm so impatient..." The boy
was on the verge of a breakdown, almost going crazy.
"Squeak..." The bathroom door opened, and a few seconds later,
a series of footsteps echoed, "Click...click..." The sound was completely different from the wedge sandals the woman had been wearing earlier;
it was the distinctive sound of leather shoes, specifically, the sound of high heels on the floor...
"Click...click..." The footsteps stopped at the bedroom door, but no one was in sight. The boy sat up straight,
curiously looking outside, and asked, "Baby...aren't you coming in? Should I come out and carry you to bed?" As soon as
he finished speaking, a figure appeared outside the door, but stood silently, not moving. The boy's eyes nearly
popped out of their sockets, his mouth agape, uttering two "Oh...oh..." sounds, completely stunned by
the scene ...
The woman standing outside the door had long, damp hair that wasn't completely dry, glistening with moisture.
Her slightly disheveled hair partially obscured her half-lowered face; perhaps from just having bathed, or perhaps from shyness
, her delicate, pretty face was rosy and flushed. Her long, thick eyelashes drooped, obscuring the expression in
her beautiful eyes, but they were undoubtedly filled with a gentle, shy allure. Beneath her straight nose, her thin
lower lip was lightly bitten by her teeth, as if she were trying to suppress her nervous and flustered heart.
The boy was already mesmerized by her water-like face and her infinitely shy expression,
but what surprised him even more was her attire.
She wasn't wearing a t-shirt and jeans; instead, she wore a black, all-lace top, resembling a halter top
, or rather, a nearly transparent piece of lace fabric. A black lace choker encircled her snow-white, slender neck,
with two thin, rope-like straps hanging down on either side, supporting two small
triangular bra cups. The cups were also made of nearly transparent black lace, barely covering her full, perky breasts,
with more than half of the flesh seemingly exposed. A few small black lace flowers on the cups partially obscured her nipples, creating
a hazy, ethereal effect.
Below the cups was a narrow lace mesh that tapered in the middle, with two thin, rope-like straps on either side wrapping around her waist. Her
snow-white abdomen was shrouded in the mesh, but her slender waist wasn't completely concealed;
large expanses of fair, snow-white skin were visible on either side of the tight black mesh, further emphasizing her slender and graceful figure.
The mesh widened again at the hem, only reaching her pelvis, which was completely enveloped by the lace
. Although her back wasn't visible, it was presumably largely bare. Corresponding to her
thighs , two triangular panels of fabric bulged from the hem, from which hung two thin black
garter straps, each about the thickness of a little finger. These straps were hooked tightly to the tops of the stockings. Inside the garter straps was a black
lace thong, covering the woman's mons pubis. Although her hands were resting on her mons pubis,
obscuring the pattern of the thong, the two thin straps digging into her pelvis were enough to indicate that it was a
far more sensual pair of panties than the one she had seen in the classroom.
On her long, straight thighs were a pair of black stockings; judging from the lace pattern and texture of the stockings
, they were likely one of the two pairs given to her. The lace trim, over ten centimeters wide, was held tightly by the garter straps, and above the stockings,
from the top to the thigh's groin, a section of snow-white flesh was exposed, shimmering like silk under the light,
dazzlingly white. Beneath the sheer stockings, a pair of beautiful legs were taut and muscular. Those legs were already quite
long , but now, visually, the calves appeared even longer. Beneath the straight shinbone,
the instep was almost completely hidden, the toes appearing almost upright and taut. The toes
were encased in the triangular opening of a high-heeled boat shoe, made of pristine black patent leather
that shimmered under the light. The heel was a full 12 centimeters high, but the platform sole was over an inch
thick. This platform thickness was just right, partially offsetting the inconvenience of the 12-centimeter heel
without making the sole appear too thick or bulky. It didn't detract from the beauty of the woman's slender feet;
instead, it accentuated the graceful lines of her feet to the fullest extent, exuding a noble elegance,
mysterious yet alluring sexiness.
The woman's outfit was a perfect match, her snow-white, delicate skin
appearing even more striking against the black lace lingerie and stockings. Her already slender and graceful figure was
accentuated by the lingerie, making her even more shapely and alluring. Her inherent purity and
elegance were not diminished; instead, they were enhanced by a touch of mystery, an extreme sensuality and allure.
This outfit, so appealing to men,
would . Even a blockhead like Tan Ruifeng would likely
find it difficult to resist. It's unimaginable how much regret and remorse he would feel if he knew he had once possessed such a rare treasure, only to lose it from his own
hands …
Zhao Weihan's mouth hung open, completely forgetting what to say. His dazed gaze swept over
the beauty from head to toe, then from bottom to top, until his throat felt parched and his penis, already
swollen and ready to burst, seemed about to explode at any moment, tightly constricted by his tight underwear. He never dreamed that
this pure, proud goddess would appear before him in this way. Although he held
the trump card to blackmail her, he would be more than satisfied if he could win her heart. Although he wished she would wear
black stockings and high heels, he hadn't asked her to do so this time. Unexpectedly, she would willingly satisfy
his fetish, and this extremely sexy outfit perfectly matched his aesthetic standards.
For her to do this willingly without being blackmailed meant that she genuinely wanted to please him. In the past, he was always a lecherous wolf who only played with the bodies of the girls he'd hooked
up with , not their feelings. But now, he realized he was deeply in love with
this goddess. It was an impulse and longing to be one with her, far surpassing physical attraction
and temptation…
“I… do I look good like this? Is this… the way you like me?” Standing at the door for a while,
without hearing any reaction from the boy, Qi Chuyan, who had been keeping her head down, slowly raised her head and stole a glance.
Seeing the boy's dazed expression, she couldn't help but find it amusing. Her previously uneasy and incredibly shy feelings
eased considerably, and she asked softly. Her hands, however, remained covered her pubic area, too embarrassed to remove them.
This outfit, except for the stockings that Zhao Weihan had given her, was all bought online by Qi Chuyan.
Ever since she made up her mind to fulfill her promise and become Zhao Weihan's woman, she had been thinking—how could she
show him her most beautiful and sexy side?
At first, Qi Chuyan simply hoped to dress up more beautifully and use her sincerity
to move this scoundrel, as a reward for his keeping his promise and hard work, so that he would eventually delete
the video and completely remove the "Sword of Damocles" hanging over her head. But how could she dress in
a way that would please this scoundrel? Qi Chuyan thought of high heels, stockings, and thongs—things created to please men
, things that held little meaning for the usually pure and proud Qi Chuyan. Although she knew...
She knew that wearing those things would indeed make a woman look sexy, but over the years she had never really paid attention to them
or even specifically bought them. She started searching online, initially aimlessly, but gradually discovered
the "sexy lingerie" section on a certain e-commerce platform, which opened her eyes. While Xu Jie wasn't in the dorm,
she browsed those tempting product pages quite a bit.
She still couldn't accept the almost completely revealing outfits with exposed breasts and open-crotch pants. After much deliberation, she finally chose this lace vest with garter belts
and matching lace thong. Remembering that scoundrel had said he wanted to change to a pair of higher heels,
she also chose a pair of 12-centimeter high heels. She had everything chosen, but hadn't made a final decision to buy them. It was
n't until Zhao Weihan stopped her after seeing Tan Ruifeng off and demanded she keep her promise that she finally made up her mind. The clothes and
shoes arrived yesterday, and Qi Chuyan tried them on in her dorm that very day. After getting dressed, she looked at herself
in the mirror , again and again, feeling incredibly sexy. However, the size of the dress seemed a bit small; it
still exposed a large amount of skin, making her feel utterly ashamed. And those high heels—she
could barely walk a few steps in them, they were practically unfit for walking. She cursed them countless times in her mind, but then she thought, "It's
for that little rascal anyway. As long as he likes it, that's all that matters. To win his favor, this little sacrifice is
nothing...
" "Ah? Oh...beautiful...beautiful...so...so captivating..." The boy
snapped out , swallowed hard, jumped off the bed, went to the door, and circled the woman, looking her up and down,
making repeated "tsk tsk" sounds of admiration.
"Have you looked enough...my feet hurt..." the woman asked softly, blushing.
She had never worn such high heels before; almost all her weight was concentrated on the balls of her feet, her toes squeezed into
the narrow openings, making it very uncomfortable. Wearing such incredibly sexy lingerie, with large expanses of skin exposed,
the boy kept looking at her like she was a work of art. Especially the huge
bulge in the front of her briefs, which seemed to radiate heat and strength. The woman wanted to look but dared not,
her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Baby...my goddess...you...you're so captivating...I love you to death..." the boy's
voice trembled. He supported the woman's back with one hand, scooped up her beautiful legs with the other, bent down, and
lifted Qi Chuyan into his arms.
"Ah~~~" the woman gasped softly, her arms around the boy's neck, her flushed face buried in his
taut chest. In her dizzy mind, a thought flashed through her: "This moment is finally here...
will I regret it..." She
had asked herself this question countless times, even just now, when she changed into this outfit in the bathroom and was about to open the door
, facing the vanity mirror, she had asked herself the same question again. The cage doors have opened, the bird's wings have
spread . Will she be greeted by the blue sky of free flight? A magnificent paradise? Or a storm,
lightning, and thunder? No one can tell her the answer. She walked her own path, made her own choices. Right or
wrong, let it come as it may…
Lying on the soft bed, the woman's eyes were closed, her arms still wrapped around the boy's neck. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and
she murmured, "Hold me tight… kiss me…" Her blushing cheeks resembled a peach blossom about to bloom, and her arms
wrapped around the boy's neck were like the wings of a swan. Endless shyness and tenderness
enveloped the boy; even cold, hard steel would melt…
The boy lay on his side beside the woman, one leg pressed against her silk-stockinged legs, rubbing against them repeatedly.
One arm went under her armpit, supporting his body, his hand cradling her head, his fingers
kneading the hairline at the back of her head. His other hand caressed the woman's waist and abdomen, his hot palm tracing the soft skin exposed outside her lace
lingerie , causing her body to tremble slightly. Their lips met again,
their tongues intertwining, swallowing and swirling between their teeth…
“Mmm… mmm…” The woman let out soft moans of pleasure, lost in the joy of the passionate kiss.
His ten slender fingers gently caressed and scratched the boy's bare back, seemingly expressing the suppressed
desires within him. A fragrant breath, like orchids, wafted from the woman's nostrils, warm, intoxicating, and
deeply satisfying.
After a breathtakingly passionate kiss, their lips parted, both
breathing . The boy gazed at the woman beneath him and said, "Baby...you're so beautiful...I've never thought kissing could be
so beautiful..."
The woman opened her eyes, her long eyelashes framing her hazy, dreamy eyes sparkling. She tightened her arms
around the boy, whispering in his ear, "You little rascal...you're all talk...tell me
...how many girls you've kissed..." As she spoke, she lightly pinched the boy's back with her fingernails.
"Ouch~~~ Hiss~~~ That's so hard...it hurts so much..." the boy exclaimed dramatically, biting
the woman 's earlobe, sucking on it twice before gently nibbling.
"Ah~~~ you little rascal...you little devil...ouch~~~no~~~it tickles~~~" The boy's breath
tickled the woman's ear, causing her to shrink back,
goosebumps . She twisted her legs, trying to break free, but the boy's thighs held her down, preventing her from moving.
A pair of thighs, clad in stockings, smooth and silky, felt incredibly comfortable against the boy's legs. Her sweet, seductive
moans were even more intoxicating. The boy's tongue explored the woman's ear,
sending tingling, itching sensations through her, driving her almost mad, yet leaving her nowhere to hide.
"Ah~~~ Don't kiss me anymore~~~ Ah~~~ It's so itchy~~~ Please~~~" the woman pleaded,
slapping the boy's back with her hands, her body trembling.
"Baby... you're begging already? We haven't even started... I told you... I'll make you happy... I'll make
you feel amazing..." the boy whispered in her ear, his lips moving downwards, kissing her neck,
collarbone, and breasts, finally landing on her nipples.
This was the first time the boy had carefully and completely appreciated those two mounds of beautiful flesh.
He kissed the exposed flesh outside the lace bra cups a few times, then leaned forward, reached out, and cupped one breast in his palm, gently kneading it.
The size was just right, fitting perfectly between my outstretched fingers, like a well-risen dough—soft, tender, and full of
elasticity . Even lying on her back, her round, full breasts remained firm and perky, almost
perfectly still. Under my grasp, her breasts trembled and changed shape, the edges of the mounds barely
covering ; any smaller and my hand wouldn't be able to hold them. The lace bra's mesh felt slightly numb against my palm
, while the exposed flesh beneath my fingertips was incredibly soft and smooth, as delicate and
tender as a baby's skin. The cool air from the air conditioner made the exposed skin feel cool and slippery to the touch.
A small, hardening nipple, through the lace bra, playfully nestled against the boy's hand.
"Mmm...oh..." The woman closed her eyes, tilted her head to one side, her cherry lips slightly parted, and softly
uttered moans of pleasure. Her two slender arms fell off the boy, spreading out at her sides, completely relaxed
, enjoying his caresses. Her chest rose slightly, responding to his movements.
In the past, when sleeping with girls, Zhao Weihan had almost never shown such delicate and patient caresses. More often,
he would quickly strip the girl naked, kiss her a couple of times, rub her a couple of times, and even before the girl's vagina was fully
lubricated, he would thrust in, almost never considering his partner's feelings. No wonder, in the past, those girls, apart from
little sluts like Wang Lin, were mostly after his rich second-generation status and handsome appearance. It was
a mutual need, just playing around, never developing real feelings. Naturally, the boy didn't know, nor did he need to,
please his bed partner. But this time was different. This noble, pure goddess was willing
to forgive him for his past molestation and rape, and was even sincerely pleasing him. The saying "a woman adorns herself for her lover
" might not even apply to her like this. What reason did he have not to cherish and protect her? He feared his
performance wouldn't earn the goddess's satisfaction and favor...
The boy stood up and straddled the woman, pushing aside the lace bra cups covering her breasts,
revealing her full breasts. Squeezed by the lace cups, her breasts appeared even fuller and more perky, like
two rounded hills. A deep cleavage was squeezed between the breasts, seemingly bottomless.
The areolas at the peaks were small, and the nipples, in the center, resembled two tiny peanuts, pink and delicate,
contrasting beautifully with her fair, snow-white skin, incredibly alluring.
"Beautiful...so beautiful..." the boy murmured in admiration, bending down to grasp one
breast , gently kneading them, as if afraid that the slightest pressure would burst the soft flesh. His lips
moved back and forth between her nipples, sucking and teasing them. His tongue licked and teased the hard, erect
nipples, then circled them around the areolas.
Her breasts throbbed with pleasure from the kneading, a tingling,
itchy . Her breathing quickened, and she let out sweet moans: "Mmm... Oh...
Mmm..."
Completely relaxed, she was immersed in the pleasure of sex. The desire
that was awakened by the boy's gentle caresses. A warm, burning current surged through her body
, and a growing emptiness coursed through her lower body, assaulting her throbbing brain, became increasingly unbearable.
The woman, panting, pleaded in a trembling voice, "Mmm...love me...oh...give it to me..."
Her face flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her head still tilted to the side, avoiding eye contact with the boy. Her incredibly
shy demeanor truly resembled that of a virgin experiencing her first taste of forbidden fruit. The boy continued to knead the woman's
breasts, looking up and saying, "Don't rush, baby...there's plenty of time...I want to kiss you properly..."
Although the woman's reaction indicated her body was ready for intercourse, and although his penis, tightly encased in his underwear
, was already swollen and ready to burst, the boy was in no hurry to penetrate her. He
wanted to kiss and savor every inch of this beauty's skin, as if facing
an exquisite and sumptuous feast, only by slowly savoring it could he appreciate its unparalleled deliciousness.
The woman, burning with desire, longed for that large, thick penis to penetrate her immediately, but the boy seemed in
no hurry. She wondered how many more tricks this scoundrel had up his sleeve, how many more surprises
awaited her. The woman was anxious and uneasy, yet also seemed to harbor a certain anticipation and longing. She could do nothing but
endure the torment of her burning desire.
The boy's hands never left the woman's breasts; her breasts were kneaded until they became softer and larger,
her nipples pinched between his fingers, rubbing them rapidly until they were fully erect and hard, as if
milk would be squeezed out if he continued. The boy's lips were also busy,
kissing down the woman's body, her waist, her lower abdomen, the exposed thighs outside her stockings… leaving behind his lip prints
and saliva. The woman felt as if countless tiny ants were crawling all over her body, a persistent,
tingling, itchy sensation that seemed to have seeped from the surface of her skin into every cell of her body,
as if her limbs and bones were being gnawed at. Her fingers began to knead the sheets beneath her, her breasts heaving.
Deep within her, between her legs, an extreme emptiness and itching filled her, like a wildflower in the desert, thirstily
awaiting the nourishment of rain…
“Ah~~~ Please~~~ Mmm~~~ No~~~ Don’t kiss me anymore~~~ I~~~ I feel so uncomfortable~~~”
The woman swayed her head, moaning and pleading in a trembling voice.
“Baby… I can’t get enough of you… Don’t rush…” the boy said, straightening up and kneeling
between the woman’s legs, scooping her up her silk-stockinged legs and placing them on either side of his shoulders. Her hands
, through the stockings, caressed the tender flesh of her thighs, uttering exclamations of admiration: "Oh...baby...these legs are so beautiful
...absolutely mesmerizing..."
The sheer black stockings clung tightly to her two snow-white, straight legs. Thanks to
the garter belt , the already highly elastic stockings were perfectly wrinkle-free. Her legs, raised high,
stretched the garter belt at her buttocks taut, the thin black strap creating a groove in her snow-white flesh. The delicate,
sexy lace trim at the top of the stockings, pulled and distorted by the garter belt, revealed only a hint of skin on her bare thighs.
A few inches, yet just right. The skin at the base of her thighs, exposed outside the stockings, was snow-white and soft,
seemingly even smoother and more delicate than the stockings themselves, creating a striking contrast with the lace trim at the top.
Her rounded, firm calves, incredibly elastic to the touch, were tightly encased in the thin stockings, and through
the stretched nylon threads, the snow-white flesh of her legs peeked faintly from beneath the hazy black stockings. At her slender ankles
, the tapering nylon threads accentuated the contours of her ankle bones.
Enveloped and highlighted by the hazy black stockings, her two already perfect long legs, with their well-defined muscles and bones, were incredibly alluring and rhythmic,
utterly captivating and irresistible.
But even more alluring than these beautiful legs in stockings were her pair of high-heeled feet held high before the boy.
The black patent leather high heels were the boy's favorite style. The toes were neither too long nor too short, the narrow opening
perfectly concealing the five toes. The delicate toes were squeezed tightly within the opening, with only
a sliver of the toes peeking out from under the stockings, hazy and alluring. The shoe's upper was shallow, exposing the entire instep,
even revealing the arch of the foot. From the forefoot to the heel, a graceful arc drew abruptly, the
12-centimeter heel resembling the slender stem of a wine glass, its pointed tip
thinner than a little finger—sexy, elegant, and breathtaking. The brand-new, spotless high heels, the gleaming black
patent reflecting a deep, mysterious light, accentuated the exquisite, elegant, and alluring
beauty of the slender, graceful feet.
The woman's feet were taut, and through the stockings, a few
fine veins could be seen faintly visible on the high arches of her feet. Her high-heeled feet were incredibly vivid and alluring. The fragrance of her feet
emanated from the stockings, mingled with the unique scent of the leather of her high heels—a warm, complex aroma,
like a wisp of ethereal drug smoke, intoxicating, exhilarating, and intoxicating. The boy's hands caressed the woman's stockinged legs.
He turned his head, bringing his mouth and nose close to her high-heeled feet, inhaling deeply, his
lips kissing her toes back and forth. Soon, the stockings on her feet and ankles were soaked with saliva…
“Oh… mmm…” the woman moaned softly, and unconsciously, her hands began to knead her
breasts . A tingling, pleasant sensation spread through her toes. Through her slightly open eyes, the woman gazed at the boy, lost in
the kisses on her feet, and a surge of happiness and joy welled up within her. This
boy, so infatuated and enamored with her body, no longer seemed like the petty thug she once hated, but her
lover, the man for whom she could give her body and soul without regret…
“Weihan… I… I love you…” the woman whispered. Qi Chuyan
hadn’t uttered these words in a long time. Since breaking up with her first love,
she hadn’t said them to any man, not even during her months-long relationship with Tan Ruifeng. That so-called romance had been bland and uneventful from beginning to end, and now,
looking back , it was almost completely forgotten. Although an hour ago, Qi Chuyan hadn’t considered
whether she would fall in love with this petty thug, and even as he carried her to bed, she was still wondering
if she would regret it, at this moment, the woman uttered those three words from the bottom of her heart.
Though her words were soft, they struck the boy like a thunderclap. He stared blankly at the
blushing woman, murmuring, "I...I love you too..."
He often uttered these three words; most of the girls he'd slept with had heard them. But none
of them were sincere. He'd always been a playboy, possessing and venting on women, enjoying
the thrill of picking up girls and the pleasure of lust. No girl had ever moved him. But today
was different. Before this goddess, the young wolf seemed to have suddenly found true love.
Faced with her sincerity and tenderness, he even felt insignificant, so pathetic...
The boy grasped the woman's thighs, pushed them apart, and leaned down to kiss her inner thighs.
Her silk-stockinged legs were spread wide, revealing her vulva, encased in lace panties. The
panties were so tiny they were practically invisible, with only thin strings on either side and a
triangular piece of lace mesh, barely larger than a palm, through which a tuft of dark pubic hair peeked. A strip of silk, barely wide enough
to cover even the labia minora, revealed two plump labia majora with a faint blush,
a stark contrast to the snow-white skin of the inner thighs. The edge of the fabric at the crotch of the panties vaguely revealed the curled, pink, and delicate
labia ; under the lamplight, the thin black strip of fabric stood out starkly against the snow-white, pink skin, a mixture of concealment
and embarrassment. Compared to that night in the classroom, under the dim light beneath the skirt, this scene was far more lewd and
alluring .
"Beautiful…so beautiful…" the boy exclaimed, staring intently at the woman's vulva.
"Mmm…should I…take it off…" the woman asked in a trembling voice, reaching out a small hand to cover
the panties . The most intimate parts of her body were almost completely exposed to the boy. Although
it wasn't the first time he had seen them, the woman was still very shy. But since she had made up her mind to
give herself completely, there was no point in hiding it anymore. Her empty vagina was already overflowing with desire,
longing for that big, thick penis to be inserted.
"No...no need to take it off...baby...keep it on...I like it..." the boy said softly, hooking
his fingers on the thin strip of underwear and gently pulling it open, hanging it between her thighs and labia majora
. The woman's pink and delicate vulva was completely exposed.
The two pink and tender labia majora were shyly closed together, glistening with
moisture, like a budding flower full of morning dew. A tiny bud,
barely visible among the pubic hair, peeked out from the tip of her labia. In the center of the bud's skin fold, a delicate little fleshy bud peeked out, like
a pretty pearl, its round, smooth, and alluring pink luster gleaming under the light.
The boy lowered his head, his lips sucking on the clitoral bud. A suction instantly drew the tiny fleshy bead
out from under the foreskin. His tongue gently teased the bead a few times, and it immediately hardened. The woman's
body began to tremble, and cries of pleasure, growing ever louder, followed one after another: "Mmm... Ah... Ah..."
The electric current of pleasure emanating from her clitoris continuously stimulated her brain, unlike that night when he was teaching...
Inside the room, the suppressed cries of pleasure finally subsided. The pent-up ecstasy transformed into unrestrained moans of joy,
sweet and alluring sounds echoing through the bedroom like the most beautiful and magnificent melody in the world.
This soul-stirring music, like a resounding bugle call, gave the boy endless energy, his tongue
teasing her clitoris faster and faster. His hands grasped and kneaded her breasts, his index finger
rapidly flicking her hard nipples. The three most sensitive parts of her body were simultaneously assaulted by powerful currents of pleasure.
The woman's hands pounded the bed, her head swaying from side to side, her muscles taut, her body
arching and slumping like a fish leaping on a chopping board. Deep within her vagina, warm currents surged
uncontrollably, flowing down her vulva and soaking the sheets beneath her buttocks … “
Ah ... "Ahhh~~~ I'm dying~~~ Ahhh~~~ Ah~~ Ah~~~~" Finally, under the continuous and intense stimulation, the woman couldn't resist and collapsed. As the boy's fingers and tongue teased her, she reached her first orgasm… The boy straightened up, wiped the semen from the corner of his mouth, and took off his briefs. His large penis, freed , stood erect, veins bulging. The pent-up cock seemed to know its moment to charge was approaching. The glans gleamed a purplish-red under the light, the erect penis throbbing and pulsating with incredible power… The woman, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, looked utterly disoriented. The intense struggle had nearly exhausted her. She gasped for breath, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, even her snow-white neck and chest were flushed with a faint blush. "Baby...is it comfortable? I didn't expect you to be so strong in bed...I almost couldn't hold you down ...hehe..." The boy grabbed the woman's two silk-stockinged legs again, teasing her with a sly look. "Hmph~~~~You're so bad~~~You rogue~~~You pervert~~~Hmm~~~~" The woman covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, twisting her body, her voice trembling, sweetly coquettish. But her small hands covering her face weren't completely closed; her bright eyes peeked through her fingers at the boy's imposing and ferocious penis. This was the second time she had seen this thick and large thing, but the feeling was completely different from the first time. That night, when she first faced it, this thick and long penis brought her more of a shock and fear, like a lamb to the slaughter seeing the butcher's knife. But now, facing it again, the fear had vanished, but it seemed even more intimidating. The erect, veiny penis seemed even thicker and more imposing than when he first saw it. Its large, purplish-red glans, about the size of an egg, glistened with excess lubricant around the tip, radiating a powerful masculine energy under the light. Just that one stolen glance was enough to make the woman's muscles tense. A tremor ran through her empty vagina, and a warm current gushed out… "Baby… were you getting impatient? Did you really want it?" The boy spread the woman's silk-stockinged legs apart, rubbing his knees forward, his large penis trembling and bouncing, the glans tapping against her clitoris as he teased her. "Hmm~~~ You're so annoying~~~~ Hurry up~~~ Give it to me now~~~" The woman twisted her body slightly, acting coquettishly , her heavy breathing telling the boy she couldn't wait any longer. The boy moved his hips, guiding his penis, rubbing it up and down between the woman's vulva a few times. The large glans parted her labia, and the vulva, brimming with vaginal fluid, made a "gurgling" sound. Soon, were covered with glistening vaginal fluid. The boy arched his back, pressing the head of his penis against the entrance of her vagina, and whispered, "I'm coming... baby... I'm going to make you feel amazing..." As soon as he finished speaking, the boy thrust forward, his incredibly hard penis slowly sliding in with a "whoosh..." "Ah~~~~" The woman let out a blissful cry. Finally, this moment had arrived. Driven to the brink of madness by lust, Qi Chuyan could no longer care about modesty. She gripped the sheets, her chest arched, her head pressed against the bed, her chin jerked back, and her whole body trembled slightly. Her vagina, as tight as a virgin's, was stretched to its limit by the intrusion of the large penis. The hot, fleshy shaft slowly entered her honey-filled vagina. The tender, slippery flesh of her vagina, scraped by the glans , seemed to both resist and welcome, shyly gripping the intruder. The utterly empty vagina was instantly filled to the brim, as if every fold of the flesh had been ironed open by a red-hot iron rod. The hard iron rod advanced all the way to the very core of her being. The tender cervix, under the pressure of the glans, felt a tingling sensation, while the base of the large penis remained outside the vaginal opening, seemingly unable to go any further… The girl's ankles were tightly gripped by the boy, her thighs curled up to her sides, her calves spread wide apart, the trembling flesh causing her two high-heeled feet to spasm and quiver . The fully inserted penis began to thrust rhythmically, initially at a slow pace, but deep and shallow, each thrust penetrating to the very end. With each insertion, the large glans slammed hard against the cervix. Soon, the speed of the thrusting gradually increased, but the technique changed; the large glans pressed against the G-spot near the vaginal opening, thrusting and scraping quickly and powerfully . After a few gentle thrusts, he switched to vigorous pounding, his large penis almost completely inside her. The boy's lower abdomen slammed against the woman's upturned buttocks, producing a series of crisp "slap slap slap" sounds . Waves of intense pleasure surged through her vaginal cavity, her tender cervix soon becoming numb and tingling. An uncontrollable itching spread throughout her body, as if affecting every nerve ending.

Her very being felt as if it were being ignited by a raging fire, every cell seemingly boiling over…
“Ah~~~ Ah ah~~~ So good~~~ Ah ah~~~~ I can’t take it anymore~~~ Ah~~~ Ah ah ah~~~~”
Hundreds of thrusts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, gave the woman almost no chance to catch her breath. An
unprecedented , continuous surge of pleasure relentlessly stimulated her nerves. The sheets were
distorted by her tightly clenched hands, her arched body rising and falling, almost completely exhausted. Her head swayed
from side to side , her long, wet hair already disheveled, obscuring her flushed face. Her beautiful features
twitched together, her mouth wide open, like a fish about to suffocate from dehydration, loudly moaning and
panting. Having just experienced a clitoral orgasm and still reeling from the peak of pleasure, the woman was
once again on the verge of collapse under the boy's powerful and robust penis...
"Hoo...baby...so tight...hoo...so much water...it feels so good...hoo...
how it...is it good..." the boy asked, panting as he stared at the ecstatic beauty beneath him.
"Ahhh~~~So good~~~~So good~~~Ahhh~~~I can't take it anymore~~~Ahhh~~~Ahhh~~~~"
The woman frantically shook her head, pounding the bed with her hands, screaming desperately. With a few final
, desperate screams, suddenly, her body arched again, but stopped in mid-air, as if
struck , trembling violently, the screams in her throat abruptly ceasing. A few seconds later, her arched body collapsed
with a thud , accompanied by several cries of pleasure as the woman climaxed in extreme ecstasy…
Her vaginal muscles convulsed and contracted violently, gripping the boy's penis tightly. Streams of hot vaginal fluid
sprayed onto his glans, sending a shiver down his spine. A tingling, itchy sensation ran through his urethra, and he nearly ejaculated prematurely
.
“Hiss… Oh… So good… Mmm…” The boy quickly closed his eyes, stopped thrusting, and
pressed his glans firmly against the woman's cervix, clenching his teeth to hold back his ejaculation.
This long-awaited moment had to be savored. Although, given his physique,
he could easily ejaculate five or six times in one night, he wasn't in a hurry to release his pent-up pleasure in order to completely conquer this goddess, both mentally and physically
.
The boy, eyes closed, caressed the woman's silk-stockinged legs with his hands. His cheek was nestled
between her two high-heeled feet, the smooth, black-stockinged toes brushing against his face, the fleshy scent mingling with the leather of her high heels, filling
his nostrils like an aphrodisiac, intoxicating and intoxicating. The boy's buttocks swayed slightly, his glans pressing against the woman
's cervix, slowly circling.
"Oh~~~~" the woman let out a long sigh, her body limp and sore, lying lazily on the bed,
still immersed in the afterglow of the surging pleasure. She slowly opened her hazy eyes, looking at
the boy who was obsessed with her beautiful feet, and said in a sweet voice, "So comfortable~~~ You little rascal~~~ You're too rough~~~ You almost
... almost killed me~~~~ Are my feet... nice to look at?" Through the stray strands of hair on her face,
her alluring eyes were incredibly shy and charming.
“Mmm…baby…every part of your body…every inch of your skin…it all stuns me
…I love you…baby…come…let’s change positions…” The boy opened his eyes, kissed the woman’s
feet, and arched his hips forward, speaking softly.
“Mmm~~~ You’re so annoying~~~ You won’t even let me rest for a bit~~~” the woman whined, seemingly complaining,
but her body obediently arched forward, brushing the hair from her face and giving the boy a shy
smile
a “pop,” the large glans was pulled out of the woman’s vagina. The boy lowered the woman’s legs and
helped her turn over, kneeling on the bed. The woman’s upper body lay prone on the bed, her two round
, snow-white buttocks, like a full moon, sticking up high. Two garter straps hanging from the back of the lace lingerie
clung tightly to the stockings on her thighs. The two thin straps draped over the sides of her buttocks, sinking into the soft, delicate flesh
and leaving two indentations. Sticky, glistening vaginal fluids smeared her entire genitals,
leaving her vulva a muddy, messy mess. Her labia minora, originally as pink as a baby's lips, were turned outwards, becoming even redder and more delicate from
extreme engorgement. The vaginal opening between her labia was not yet fully closed,
a small, dark hole resembling a murmuring, unfulfilled mouth. The chrysanthemum bud between her buttocks was also wet with
a large amount of flowing lustful fluid. The delicate chrysanthemum petals were shiny and pink, as if they had just
bloomed in the morning dew, and shyly wriggled as her buttocks tightened...
"Baby... your butt... is so beautiful... smells so good... I really want to take a bite..." The boy
held the woman's big buttocks with both hands, leaned down and kissed and licked her buttocks, murmuring.
"Mmm~~~ It tickles~~~ Oh~~~" The woman's smooth
buttocks , and she twisted her body to try to avoid it while moaning softly.
The boy straightened up, his hot palms kneading the woman's soft, smooth buttocks, adjusting
the angle of his penis. That thick and big penis throbbed and pulsed, rubbed until it was exceptionally purplish-red and
shiny , covered with glistening lustful fluid. White, sticky vaginal fluid clung to the glans, almost dripping down.
The large glans pressed against the vaginal opening, the boy took a deep breath, and thrust his hips forward with a powerful "plop,"
his penis plunging all the way in, his lower abdomen slamming against the woman's buttocks with a crisp "smack.
" "Ahhhhh!" The woman's lowered head jerked back, a pleasurable cry escaping her throat. Her vaginal walls, already
fully accustomed to the intruder's penetration, joyfully welcomed the large penis's thrusts. The moist, tender flesh of her vagina
was incredibly slippery and delicate; her uterus, already climaxed twice, was ignited once more, a new wave of molten lava
surging and gathering within her…
The sounds of flesh colliding, the woman's cries of pleasure, and the boy's panting mingled together, echoing throughout
the bedroom. "Slap slap slap slap..." "Plop plop plop...
"
...
He thrust and pounded into her vagina. The woman frantically pounded the bed, her beautiful hair flying wildly,
her buttocks heaving in rhythm with his thrusts. Her uterus, throbbing from the impact of his large penis, felt numb and tingling,
as if it had lost all sensation. The surging magma within her uterus felt like it was boiling over. Her body felt like it was about to explode,
stars flashed before her eyes, and her soul seemed to leave her body, like a feather in the wind, growing lighter and lighter
, drifting higher and higher, flying towards the colorful clouds…
“Ahhh~~~ Husband~~~ Ahhh~~~~ I can’t take it anymore~~~ Husband~~~ Ahhh~~~~ I’m dying~~~~
I’m dying~~~ Ahhh~~~ Ahhh~~~~” With a few dying screams, the woman reached another
climax …
Unconsciously, the way the woman addressed the boy had fundamentally changed. This petty scoundrel, whom she once hated
with a passion, this little pervert who had violated her with despicable and vile means, had now completely
conquered her body and soul. Under the onslaught of orgasm, her mind was spinning, unable to think clearly, and the change in address
became a natural consequence.
"Hoo...hoo...so good...so good...hiss...baby...here you go...oh~~~ oh~~~
oh~~~" Spasms rippled through the woman's vagina, the glans penis gripped tightly by the soft flesh of the vaginal canal,
a powerful suction seemingly emanating from the uterus, as if trying to devour the penis whole. The boy felt
scalding , his urethral opening
tingling with an intense, numbing sensation. A wave of pleasure instantly spread from his urethral opening, his perineum began to contract, and he could no longer control himself. After a heavy sigh, a low growl escaped, and jets of hot,
thick semen shot out, spraying onto the woman's cervix…
The clock on the wall ticked countless times. Outside, the lights were dim, and the night was deep, but inside,
a scene of vibrant passion and unbridled lust unfolded. The air conditioner continued to blow cold air, but the air inside
seemed to grow increasingly hot, filled with the woman's fleshy scent, the boy's sweat, and a strong smell
of semen …
Since getting into bed, the two hadn't gotten up, engaging in a frenzied, unrestrained struggle,
trying almost every position and posture imaginable. The boy had already ejaculated three or four times. When they were tired, they would embrace
and rest for a while, conserving their energy. With his strength slightly restored, he immediately launched into a new round of thrusting and release. The
woman 's three orifices were filled with thick semen; countless orgasms followed, her voice
hoarse from screaming, her bones feeling as if they had cracked, her body weak and limp, unable to endure any more penetration
.
The boy was also exhausted; he seemed to have never experienced such ecstasy before. Countless
thrusts and penetrations, each ejaculation a final, powerful outpouring, as if this were the last
time he would ever have sex, wanting to fill
the body of this submissive beauty beneath him with every last drop of semen, to freeze this exquisite moment in his mind forever…
The completely exhausted woman, a pillow behind her head, leaned against the headboard, her body limp and
powerless. The lace lingerie she wore had already been torn to shreds by the boy, leaving her already
partially covered body almost completely exposed. Apart from
a few large sections of the black lace mesh were rolled into strips, dangling
over the woman's fair, delicate skin—a scene of utter lewdness.
The woman, her breasts exposed and barely clothed, moaned softly through her nose. Beneath her long, thick eyelashes,
her alluring eyes shimmered with a dreamy, infatuated gaze fixed on the boy kneeling before her. The boy's
thick, powerful penis was now nestled between the woman's small feet, being slowly stroked by her silk-stockinged legs…
“Hiss…oh…so good…mmm…baby…I love you…” The boy's gaze met the woman's
, beads of sweat sliding down his angular face as he
murmured . His hands caressed and kneaded the woman's curled-up silk-stockinged legs,
the fleshy sensation transmitted through the smooth, delicate stockings, carrying the warmth of her thighs. With the slight swaying of her legs, the muscles beneath
the stockings undulated and rippled, full and elastic, possessing an exquisite texture that he couldn't bear to part with.
“Mmm~~~Husband~~~I love you too~~~Mmm~~~Does this…feel good~~~” The woman's
address to the boy had long since changed; she was now completely like a newlywed wife, sparing no effort to please her young
husband. This was her first time performing footjob on a man. She felt a mix of curiosity and trepidation,
unsure if her movements were correct or if she could please the boy. Her
anus was still throbbing from the boy's large penis repeatedly penetrating her various orifices, her mouth still tasted of semen, and
thick, sticky fluid clung to the corners of her lips. Her vagina was overflowing with semen and vaginal fluid, still
flowing from the opening. Her labia were red and swollen, too sensitive to touch…
“Mmm…so good…oh…baby…so good…mmm…like this…mmm…”
the boy murmured passionately. The woman's feet, encased in stockings, soles touching, gripped the large penis, gently
stroking it. The veins and tendons on the tops of her feet undulated slightly, clearly visible through the thin stockings,
incredibly lifelike. A narrow, thickened seam at the toe of the stockings still couldn't conceal her toes.
Her beautiful toes curled together, her delicate toenails painted with red nail polish, peeking out from beneath the stockings—
soft, mysterious, and irresistibly sexy.
Compared to the few openings on a woman's body, the smooth stockings seemed slightly rougher. His penis, worn extremely sensitive from
countless thrusts, felt a slight pain as the stockinged feet stroked it,
yet the boy seemed exceptionally excited. The beauty before him, whom he had completely conquered, lay naked,
her breasts exposed, her beautiful legs in stockings bent at the knees, spread wide apart. Her delicate vulva
was wet with his semen. Her slender, beautiful feet were working diligently on his hard penis
… The visual impact of the scene was far greater than the physical stimulation, perhaps even comparable to
the pleasure of penetrating a woman's vagina. The boy felt his penis throbbing and aching
more and more , and the glans was being scraped so hard it was incredibly itchy and tingly...
The boy picked up a woman's high heel, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply, saying with utter ecstasy
, "Mmm...it smells so good...baby...I love it...oh...so good...hiss...faster
..."

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