Romantic Stories Between Teachers and Students in St. Petersburg

A Romantic Encounter Between a Teacher and Student in St. Petersburg (Part 1)!
Fate brought me to Russia. My family and friends joked that I should bring back a Russian girl. I was quite certain of it at the time. And indeed, in Russia, I met a woman who captivated me.

She was kind, composed, and possessed the elegance of a scholar. She was my teacher, though she only taught me for 20 minutes. Yet, she became my possession in this foreign land. One day, a timetable accidentally fell out of a book. I opened it, and lo and behold! It was our class's timetable! It showed the time of every single one of my classes! I wondered why I kept seeing him; it turned out he had specifically gone to the academic affairs office to get our class's timetable! It turned out that all the chance encounters weren't coincidences… Later, I often ran into him in the third-floor café. He had lost a lot of weight. But, I could clearly feel that his Russian was improving. We would often chat—about life, family, and relationships. Perhaps Chinese people mature earlier. Although I'm ten years older than him, we have no intellectual differences, and communication is seamless.

I must admit, I've come to enjoy talking to him. We discussed Chinese customs, geography, culture, and art, as well as the 2008 Beijing Olympics. He mentioned working and living in that city for six years. He talked about a Beijing dish called "luzhu" (braised pork offal), a classic breakfast item called "douzhi" (fermented mung bean juice), and how it's served with "jiaoquan" (fried dough rings). He also mentioned Wangfujing Pedestrian Street, even more bustling than Nevsky Prospekt, and that Beijing is far more vibrant than St. Petersburg.

I deeply love this city; I was born here, I live here, and in my heart, St. Petersburg is paradise. How dare he say Beijing is more vibrant! He clearly sensed my displeasure and made a promise: once he successfully enrolled in his department, we would visit Beijing together.

During breaks, I often think back to that promise and the interesting things we did together. I have to admit, I've started to feel curious about China, and I've begun to like him. Whenever I recall the moments we shared, I smile gently and happily. My students say they love my smile; I've been smiling more lately… Life goes on, and as my students say, I smile more, and I don't deny that I'm happier than before. The Neva River is beautiful, and with my good mood, every day feels especially enchanting. My youngest son keeps saying lately, "Mom, you're getting more and more beautiful!" "My little darling! How did your sweet talk become so charming?

I feel like my life has suddenly become more interesting. I've taken off my business attire and put on fashionable clothes that make me radiant, and it seems like I've rediscovered my lost youth. I still often run into that Chinese man. He notices even the slightest change in me immediately and scrutinizes me closely. At first, it felt strange and awkward, but later, I gradually got used to his scrutiny, or rather, I slowly grew to like his close examination.

In one conversation, this Chinese man told me about a Chinese concept that he still can't define with any Russian word: 'fate.' He explained it to me many times..." I couldn't understand it at all. Until one day, fate intervened, and I finally grasped the meaning of this mysterious and profound word.

The department established an academic exchange mechanism with Renmin University of China, and in the most beautiful months of June and July in St. Petersburg, the first academic symposium was organized. This symposium warmly invited top Chinese scholars of modern language, making it an unprecedented event with a significant impact. As the organizer and host of the symposium, the Department of Oriental Studies undertook the main reception and translation work.

To secure this translation opportunity, my colleagues used almost every means possible. I must say, I was very fortunate: as a senior expert in teaching Russian as a foreign language in the preparatory department, I successfully assumed the position of first-level Russian translator, directly participating in the written translation work with the Chinese scholars.

In addition, a Chinese translator will assist me in completing the exchange results for the section on "A New Theory of Synonyms in Modern Chinese". I guessed who this assistant would be: Yu Hongqiao, a Chinese teacher in the Department of Oriental Studies, it must be him. His Russian is excellent; I once answered his phone, and I could hardly tell he was Chinese. With his assistance, I was fully confident in successfully completing this translation task.

When I received the organizing committee's schedule, I was surprised to find that Yu Hongqiao's name was not there, and the assistant's name was: Kong Jiaoyu. I felt a little nervous. I had never dealt with this person before, or even heard of him. Who knew his level of expertise? If I had found someone who knew nothing to help me, the pressure of this translation task would be immense.
Thinking of this, I immediately... I contacted the organizing committee, explained the situation, and firmly expressed my wish: I wanted Yu Hongqiao as the assistant; I wouldn't consider anyone else. The organizing committee replied that there would be a meeting that evening, and we would discuss it then.

Frankly, I didn't want to attend any meeting, much less see Kong Jiaoyu; I just wanted a good assistant to help me complete this task smoothly. However, unfortunately, I had to attend the meeting that evening, so I reluctantly took out my evening gown, which had been sitting untouched for a long time, and went to the meeting.
Chinese people have a very good sense of etiquette; they are never late. When I arrived at the venue, all the staff were already seated, and everyone was dressed very well. It was all very formal. Almost everyone was dressed in suits, except for three Chinese people in neat, uniform student uniforms, who stood out from the crowd. Later I learned that the uniforms were very Chinese in style.

My eyes were drawn to these three Chinese men in their uniforms. They each had designer brands in front of them. They were all very young, and standing among the older Chinese people, they felt different. I looked them over one by one, and when I got to the last one, I was stunned: it was that Chinese man!

How could it be him?! He was just a student in the preparatory department! To be honest, his attire and demeanor today were a complete surprise. His grey student uniform looked particularly smart, and it had been quite worn out recently. His clean-shaven beard was unusually neatly groomed today, and his eyes, usually lighthearted, held a calm and steady air. Seeing me, he nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

Everyone took their seats, and the organizing committee leader, as usual, rambled on for a while before introducing each staff member. To be honest, I hadn't heard a word he'd said before; I just wanted to know what that Chinese guy was doing there, what his job was, and what his nameplate said.
Finally, it was his turn. After hearing the organizing committee leader's introduction, I didn't know what to say: Kong Jiaoyu, Bachelor of Arts in Russian from Beijing Foreign Studies University, Master of Arts in Journalism from Renmin University of China, currently studying... He was in the preparatory course of the Language Department at Leningrad State University. He had previously served as a written translator for a seminar on cultural exchange between China and other countries, holding a Level 1 certificate. Watching him politely greet everyone, I really didn't know what to feel. Personally, I liked him, but from a professional standpoint, I questioned his translation skills and abilities. After all, he was still in preparatory studies, still a student.

At the dinner, I ate a little something but had no appetite, while he seemed quite relaxed, eating with relish. Occasionally, he would look up at me and smile. I politely returned the smile, truly unable to understand what his smile contained.

After the dinner, as usual, it was time for dancing. Basically, it was a partner dance. The dance we did together was a Russian court dance.

I really don't understand why they would use something they learned in elementary school in a modern setting. The organizing committee said the scholars who came this time really liked this kind of dance, and that's how it was arranged according to their requirements. Reluctantly, I accepted Kong Jiaoyu's invitation and went down to the dance floor with him.

These Chinese people were trained, and although their steps weren't as formal as the Russian ones, they were at least quite skillful. Kong Jiaoyu was one of the better dancers; he maintained a faint smile throughout, holding my hand neither too lightly nor too firmly. Three years ago, a Japanese scholar had a similar experience, gripping my hand so tightly it hurt.
We're about the same size, and actually, I was quite happy dancing with him.

After the dance ended, everyone introduced themselves, and we had a chance to be alone together. "You never told me your name was Kong Jiaoyu," I said, a little annoyed, as he handed me his wine glass. "You never asked either. You should have known I definitely have a Chinese name; I certainly wasn't born Alexander!" he said with a smile. I thought about it and agreed, so I didn't dwell on it.

"Have you translated anything similar before? Are you confident?" I went straight to the point; I'm not a woman who likes beating around the bush. "To be honest, I'm confident," he said confidently. "Why isn't Yu Hongqiao attending this seminar? He's the chief translator here!" I asked. “He had other things to do. He came with a business delegation to this seminar, and he’s the chief business translator. It’s free translation here, but over there it’s $5,000 a week,” Kong Jiaoyu said casually. “But this is an academic exchange! It’s very meaningful!

I even canceled my European vacation to attend this seminar!” “That’s normal. If I were him, I would have done the same. This seminar is long, demanding, and free; he definitely wouldn’t want to come,” Kong Jiaoyu said, still relaxed. “Then why did you attend?” I asked curiously. He smiled and said, “For you.” "When he said this, his expression was so natural that I couldn't tell what was going on in his mind at all. I stared intently into his eyes, trying to figure it out. But unfortunately, he was staring blankly at the Repin painting in the corridor, completely lost in thought, and I couldn't discern anything... According to the symposium's schedule, it would last for two weeks, from 9:00 AM to 4:00 PM, in the main conference hall of the Baltic Grand Hotel on the Gulf of Finland, with a one-hour break in between; dinner from 5:00 PM to 6:30 PM, followed by a concentrated period from 7:00 PM to 9:00 PM to compile the day's findings and translate them into written form. After 9:00 PM, everyone was free to arrange their own time. Thus, throughout the entire symposium, all staff and participants' accommodations were arranged in this five-star hotel in St. Petersburg."

The day before checking in, I slept with my little darling and told him I needed to work and that he would have to stay with his grandparents for two weeks starting tomorrow, until my work was finished. He was very reluctant to leave me, but he was very well-behaved. I couldn't leave him with my husband; I wouldn't feel comfortable. You see, he's my little darling, my hope, my courage to keep living. Looking at my sleeping little darling, I kept kissing his handsome little face, and tears inexplicably streamed down my face… When I checked into the hotel, I met Kong Jiaoyu. Before I could speak, he gestured for me to be quiet and then told me to call him "Jiaoyu" from now on, and not "Alexander" anymore. I tried calling him "Jiaoyu," but it felt so awkward; Chinese names are so hard to pronounce. But since he said so, I'll just call him that.

He helped me carry my luggage to my room. For convenience, the organizing committee had arranged the chief translator and assistant's rooms together, based on proximity; my room was next to Jiaoyu's. After helping me with my luggage, he went to tidy up his room. After tidying up my room, I went next door to visit him.

The door was open, and he was taking things out of his suitcase. He had hardly any clothes; mostly reference books!

Seeing me, he ushered me inside. "Jiaoyu, you brought nothing but books?" I asked curiously. "There's an old Chinese saying, 'To do something well, you must first prepare your tools.'" Hearing this, I felt a little relieved. Regardless of his ability, at least his attitude was correct.
He chatted with me while putting the books down. The computer on the table was on, and the desktop wallpaper was his graduation photo—to be honest, he was quite handsome. After unpacking, we went to the restaurant together for a meal, then went back to our rooms to prepare materials for the next day's translation. Before bed, I took a hot shower, and looking at myself in the mirror, I suddenly felt like laughing. Lying on my comfortable bed, listening to the seagulls outside the window, thinking of my beloved little darling, I drifted off to sleep.

The seminar officially began. In all my years in the industry, this was the most arduous conference I had ever experienced.

Both sides of the seminar were senior scholars and authoritative experts, and all had participated after meticulous preparation. A large amount of information needed translation. On the first day, by the end of the seminar in the afternoon, the designated simultaneous interpreters were all very tired. Jiaoyu and I also felt somewhat exhausted, but our real work hadn't even begun.
After dinner and a short rest, Jiaoyu and I started working. I first organized the conference information, and we divided the work: I organized a portion, and Jiaoyu translated a portion.

To be honest, I greatly admired Jiaoyu's translation speed and attitude. While translating the text, he didn't say a word, not even looking at me, like a translation machine. Apart from the sounds of the computer keyboard and printer, there was almost no other noise in the room. The way he worked reminded me of my father when he was working—meticulous and serious.

This continued for an hour until I finished organizing the information. I handed him the final draft, then got up and went to the balcony to get some fresh air and relax. The Baltic Grand Hotel has ocean-view rooms. Standing on the balcony, you can see the beautiful Baltic Sea. Seagulls often skim the water, flying low before soaring high, calling happily. Looking out, the sea is so tranquil, making you feel no pressure at all.

"Natalia, can you come here for a moment?" Jiao Yu called to me. I sat down next to him. "What's up?" "Can we talk? There are some things I don't quite understand, and I need to ask you for help.

" Jiao Yu said earnestly. Where? Go ahead and ask. He handed me a stack of printed papers, already marked with numerous sentences. He asked me questions one by one. Some were simple; once I understood, he wrote down the correct information. For sentences I didn't understand, he would ask twice; if he still didn't understand after two attempts, he would ask three… and so on, until he completely understood. After verifying all the information, he began inputting the data from the papers into the computer.

I suddenly wanted to take a closer look at this Chinese man. His work style and attitude were the most typical and commendable way of working and the most admirable attitude among Russians. It was our tradition; my fathers and my fathers' fathers relied on this attitude and method to drive the continuous revival of the Russian nation. Continuous progress, unending growth.
But today's young people are forgetting this tradition, and many times I can't help but lament it. But today, I saw the shadow of this tradition in this Chinese man… The next day, Jiaoyu printed out the summary information he had compiled the previous day and gave it to me. The organizing committee held a short meeting for all of us translators during the lunch break. The main purpose of the meeting was to review the information compiled by the Chinese assistants the previous day. It was essentially a technical check, evaluating the information based on metrics such as quantity and accuracy, and then giving an assessment result. Qualified assistants would continue to participate in the next day's seminar, while unqualified ones would be replaced immediately.

This evaluation would last for three days, with replacements nominated by the Chinese side. "Please select." Why is that? Since the assistants have already been chosen, why is there still an evaluation? The organizing committee's response to my question was: to ensure the success of this seminar and to obtain the most accurate results, it is essential to guarantee the translation capabilities of the Chinese translation assistants.
For some reason, I suddenly became very worried. Not for anything else, but for Jiaoyu. This means Jiaoyu is facing a test; if he fails the evaluation, he will have to leave the hotel and withdraw from the seminar's translation work, which is something I don't want to see. When submitting Jiaoyu's translation, I hesitated for a long time and was the last to submit. At the same time, I really hoped to know the evaluation results, so I could know Jiaoyu's true abilities. How did his performance go?

The assessment only took ten minutes, and the results were in. I went to collect Jiao Yu's results. With a mix of nervousness and excitement, I opened the file folder and pulled out the slip of paper; my hands trembled slightly. But when I saw the big, red "+", I was overjoyed. And Jiao Yu's translation was excellent! I smiled, a truly happy smile.

In the next two assessments, Jiao Yu proved himself with his abilities. Our teamwork became increasingly seamless.

As the seminar progressed, the translation became more challenging, and I could see that Jiao Yu was exhausted and under immense pressure. Yet, he persevered. From him, I saw the resilience of the Chinese people.

Over the past decade, China, Russia's closest neighbor, has witnessed unprecedented growth and strengthening of its economy and overall national power, causing unease among many Russians. I used to be dismissive, but Jiaoyu told me he wasn't a strongman in China, and that there were many people stronger than him. Now I understand; China's strength is not without reason.

Jiaoyu persevered until the very last day of the seminar. During this process, we deepened our understanding of each other. We became very good friends. When he was exhausted, I would help him relax; when I was tired, he would help me relieve stress. We understood and cooperated with each other for a full two weeks. Although tiring, we were connected and bound together by the joy amidst the exhaustion.

My curiosity about him grew stronger over time. He often told me about Sun Tzu's *The Art of War*, the *Analects*, and the Song Dynasty poetry he loved. Although I understood most of it, I especially enjoyed listening to him tell me stories, particularly the typical battle examples and interesting tales from *The Art of War*, and the captivating focus on his storytelling.

He told me about a Chinese premier named Zhou Enlai, an outstanding diplomat, who was the only Chinese leader he admired. I would also ask him about Mao Zedong, and we talked about Stalin, Khrushchev, and Gorbachev.

He told me that when he first started learning Russian, he knew there was a long red wall in Moscow, and across Red Square was the Kremlin. Later, he also learned that there was a man he knew sitting in the Kremlin, a former KGB officer named Putin, whose name was the same as Chinese beer (a shortened form of Yanjing beer). And then, he suddenly leaned close to my ear and told me that he had also considered marrying a Russian woman. After he finished speaking, he didn't leave immediately, but instead moved very close to me, looking at me and smiling.

The distance between us shortened so naturally that I didn't even notice it until he spoke in my ear. But I didn't choose to look away. Frankly, I wasn't averse to it; I even felt a slightly shy anticipation.

"What are you looking at?" I asked him with a smile. "I liked your smile the first time I saw you."

He answered me with a smile, without any pretense. "You should be careful! According to Russian school rules, students looking at teachers like that can be considered misbehavior! Is there anything wrong with it?" I teased him, though nobody believed there were such rules in Russia. But, afraid of really scaring him and wanting to satisfy my curiosity, I added the second half of the sentence.

"I'm not afraid. Beautiful eyes, they squint when you smile, very pretty, and it's very soothing to look at." "He still smiled faintly as he spoke. Although it was just a simple sentence, still riddled with grammatical errors typical of Chinese-style Russian, I completely understood what he meant. He was just that the word for eyes should be "красивый" (krāsivyy), not the adjective "прекрастный" (prěkrāstnyy) he mentioned. Having taught for so many years, grammatical errors are commonplace, but for some reason, for the first time, I fell in love with this grammatically incorrect sentence. Is this how Chinese people express affection? I tried my best to understand it according to the way this grammatically incorrect sentence conveyed. I've never studied an Eastern language, but I could clearly feel a different kind of emotion from this way of thinking.

"Anything else?" Not knowing what to say, I chose to continue asking. "Here, I've seen so many big fat people, men and women, old and young. Your figure is really good!" As he said this, he still had a faint smile on his face. "Several times I secretly stood behind you and watched you. On the 15th of last month, when you were substituting for Class 42, you were so mischievous!" One leg was still dangling from the chair; it was so adorable. I looked at him in surprise. "And last month, in the third-floor computer lab, you were sitting on the table, gesturing wildly—it was really funny!" "Why were you peeking at my class? Don't you have classes?" I was both annoyed and amused. This strange Chinese man!

"Our teacher was sick those two days and didn't teach, so I watched you teach from outside your classroom." He smiled faintly as he spoke, looking at me. I was speechless. I felt a surge of emotion, a surge of impulse, and a restlessness… We talked a lot that day, and it was a very enjoyable conversation. It had been a long time since I had interacted with someone like that. St. Petersburg is beautiful, but very cold. Perhaps influenced by the climate, people's faces had become cold, like the captain's statue smoking a pipe in the middle of the Pink Church pedestrian street—his expression was always so cold. But Jiao Yu's smile was like spring in St. Petersburg, warming people's hearts. Warmth spread through my entire body… After the conference concluded, the organizing committee arranged a week-long vacation, providing special transportation for guests to visit various scenic spots and tourist attractions in St. Petersburg. During this time, accommodation and meals were still arranged at the Baltic Sea Hotel. I just wanted to rest properly. Even as a young girl, I had walked almost every street in St. Petersburg: приморская, невский, автова, маяковская, востания, выборская, 普Shikin's school was in a first-tier city, Putin's childhood home was in a sixth-tier city… So, between sightseeing and rest, I chose the latter. The translation work for this seminar was really tiring; I needed a break. I wasn't the only one who made this choice; Jiaoyu did the same, choosing to stay in the hotel instead of going out.

He often came to my room to sit and chat. The day before yesterday, when I was sitting on the windowsill lost in thought, he took my hand without my permission; yesterday, when I was lazily leaning against the sofa, he kissed my hair without my permission; today, he hugged me without my permission.

I wanted to refuse, but ultimately resolutely chose to acquiesce. I am a very traditional woman, but deep down, I never felt traditional. I pursue my love and chase my dreams. I gave my virginity without reservation to the first love boy I will never forget; I gave my youthful, passionate body to my current husband without hesitation, because I loved him then; I buried my passion in the past. Throughout those years, though I constantly longed for the day when a man would ignite the last embers of my passion, turning them into a raging fire that would burn away the stagnation, the repression! Burn it all away, leaving not a trace!

But when he embraced me, I hesitated slightly, gently pulling away, a pale display of my self-deceiving conservatism. I was just a healthy, normal, even fragile woman. But Jiao Yu wasn't.

He deceived me with his thin appearance. When he embraced me, he didn't hesitate at all. That slight pull didn't make me leave; instead, he forcefully used it, guiding me into his not-so-broad embrace.

I hated his hands, those hands that roamed all over my body, gentle, roaming every part of my body with my indulgence and leniency. I tried to stop and resist those hands that I both hated and longed for, but in the end, I chose to silently support and encourage them.

While I was immersed in this unexpected embrace and tender caresses, Jiao Yu suddenly left. A moment of loss instantly overwhelmed me. As I realized, I was furious, uncontrollably furious. But the fury vanished instantly:

Jiao Yu hadn't chosen to leave; on the contrary, I knew he would stay the night, because he had locked the door tightly.

In those mere seconds, he showed an indescribable reluctance to leave. After locking the door, he immediately returned to my side. It wasn't a wild embrace, but a warm and delightful one, one that surprised me slightly.

I didn't stop him from locking the door, nor did I say anything about fidelity that would have ruined our interest. I knew what Jiao Yu wanted to take and what I wanted to give at that moment—something that reaffirmed our resonance and understanding.

He gently cupped my face in his hands, looking intently into my eyes, and naturally kissed my forehead, eyes, nose, and lips. It was a captivating kiss. I wanted to say that I loved his playful tongue; with all his practice, that little guy was already quite agile. I wanted to tell him that his trill was perfectly pronounced, and his kiss was captivating.

A mixture of tenderness and roughness mingled. His lips were lightly closed, the slightly protruding lip line gently touching and joining mine. Sometimes he deftly pressed a corner of his lips against mine, sometimes he moved his lips slightly from side to side, as if whispering secrets with this simple, primal kiss. And this whisper, silent, I clearly perceived. I kissed him back. I loved this kiss; perhaps it could be said that I craved it.

I gently wrapped my arms around him, trying to conceal my passion and express a lack of any pretense of restraint. Jiao Yu's shoulders were not broad, and he was very thin, with typical Asian physiques. That thinness suddenly evoked a feeling of pity in me. As I received his kiss, I gently stroked his shoulders, his head, and his neck.

What was originally a very ordinary and commonplace stroking action unexpectedly surprised Jiao Yu. He stared at me blankly, looking so adorable that I couldn't help but smile. Jiao Yu reached out and wrapped his arms around my waist. I placed my hands on his thin shoulders, and we looked into each other's eyes. His eyes were fixed on me, and I suddenly felt that eyes really could bite, just like Jiao Yu's two dark pupils, biting not only my eyes but also my very being.

"Natalia, I love you," Jiao Yu whispered in my ear. How should I interpret those words? "I want you," Jiao Yu said again, words that stirred my heart. I've lost count of how many men I've refused to sleep with. Now, Jiao Yu, should I refuse you? Should I refuse? No, I won't refuse.

I pulled Jiao Yu into my arms again, gently kissing his neck. Jiao Yu is a very intelligent man; he understood my tacit consent. His hands, which were around my waist, moved gently downwards. What gentle hands they were! They lightly caressed my buttocks, which my husband loves most, sometimes soothing, sometimes firm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow—a thousand sensations seemed to wander along my buttocks with his hands.

This gesture was incredibly alluring; I hadn't felt this way in a long time. I was once pinched hard on the butt by a drunkard on Nevsky Prospekt. I wanted to beat him up, and we ended up fighting, but my face was swollen for days… Being touched on the buttocks by a stranger feels very uncomfortable; even now, when my husband touches me, I don't feel much pleasure. But Jiao Yu's caresses made me feel safe and comfortable, and I unconsciously pressed myself tightly against him.

What was originally an unconscious movement was keenly caught by Jiao Yu. He held me tightly in his arms with one hand, while the other hand didn't just stay on my buttocks, but, as he said when we first met, was like a manta ray, freely swimming over my body. His hand seemed to be searching for something on my body, touching everywhere, making me feel uneasy.

Jiao Yu's fingers were slender and long. I once asked him if he had played the piano, and he said that people born in his generation didn't have the means to learn piano. Those fingers seemed to have magic, sometimes gliding across my body with a single finger, sometimes caressing my skin with his whole hand. This caress made me very impulsive, so I passionately kissed Jiao Yu's neck. This man, how could he make me so lost in passion, so excited?

He hadn't shaved properly again, and the occasional stubble kept prickling me—this adorable, silly man!

Before, if my husband hadn't shaved properly and his stubble pricked me, I'd get angry and tell him not to touch me. But today, I liked the feeling of being pricked by the stubble; it was itchy, not painful, and I let it prick me, it felt close to me.

Jiaoyu's hand touched my underwear. Even through my pajamas, he accurately found the edge of my underwear. He gently played with it with his fingers, occasionally trying to pull it off, but each time the elastic was too tight. These attempts left Jiaoyu somewhat disappointed, but they slowly awakened my long-dormant desire.

Just as Jiao Yu untied my robe, I knew what was about to happen. However, I still respected my principle of "showering before sex." "Jiao Yu, go take a shower." Whether it was a suggestion or an order, I couldn't say, but Jiao Yu understood. He smiled slightly, released me, and turned to go into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air.

I immediately sat down on the sofa. Soon, I was going to have sex with this Chinese man; it felt like a dream.

How amazing! He was my student, twelve years older than him. What would it feel like for a Chinese man to enter my body? Asians are generally short. Nearly 90% of my Asian students are under 175cm tall, and Jiao Yu was one of them. He was so thin. And there was something else that worried me: his... well, his... thing was probably small too. Natasha's lover was a Chinese businessman, quite tall and strong, but his penis was very small, and Natasha was never satisfied. Would Jiao Yu be like that too?

I couldn't help but think about Jiao Yu's figure and physique again, a vague worry creeping into my heart. Among Russian women, I'm not considered mainstream (Jiao Yu said that those born after 1990 in China are called "non-mainstream"). For many years, except for when I was pregnant with my baby, I haven't gained weight. My figure is similar to Jiao Yu's, maybe even a little heavier. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but smile.

I made up my mind. No matter what Jiao Yu is like, no matter if he's satisfied tonight, I'll give it to him, I'll be romantically with him. As long as we're happy, I won't care about anything else.

Jiao Yu came out, wearing only a towel, his upper body bare. His chest muscles weren't very developed, but his abs were beautiful. Jiao Yu hadn't changed much after his shower. Although his hair was a little messy, it made him look even more childlike and quite cute. Seeing me sitting on the sofa, he smiled, walked over, squatted down in front of me, and didn't say anything, just looked at me and smiled.

I reached out and stroked Jiao Yu's messy hair, just like I would my little darling. Suddenly, I felt he was like my little darling's older brother, also my child, needing my care and love. Jiao Yu knelt beside me, burying his head in my chest, accepting my touch. He was clearly happy and enjoying it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jiao Yu looked up at me, then suddenly stood up and reached out to hug me.

Wait! "Go, lie down and rest for a while, be good, wait for me..." "Oh my god!" When I said "wait for me," my face felt hot. A shyness I hadn't felt for years suddenly surged into my heart. In that instant, I felt like I was back in my teenage years, back in that birch forest I had always longed for, back to the moment I first tasted the forbidden fruit.

Jiao Yu was very obedient, still smiling, but that smile was mischievous. Then he turned and lay down on the bed, still smiling at me, without saying a word. I slowly stood up, turned and walked into the bathroom. I believed that Jiao Yu's gaze hadn't left me, because I wanted to capture Jiao Yu, capture his person, capture his passion, capture his desire, tonight.

Standing in front of the large mirror in the bathroom, I slowly took off my robe, looking at myself in the mirror wearing lace lingerie. For so many years, I had never felt that youth had faded, never thought that I had grown old. Lingerie always had lace, even though it was just a way to please and comfort myself. I reached out and touched my wrinkled face, that youthful beauty... Li, the little girl, is now a wife and mother.

She reached down and unhooked her black lace bra and panties, gently stroking her sagging breasts.

Since giving birth to my adorable little darling, her once round and firm breasts had begun to sag, and her once vibrant nipples had darkened. Perhaps it was because of breastfeeding my precious baby. Although her breasts and nipples were no longer as beautiful as before, she had no regrets; it was the price of love.

Watching her little darling grow healthily day by day filled her with constant joy and happiness.

As the hot water soaked through her body, she tightly closed her eyes. Tonight, the Chinese man lying on the bed outside would have me, the third man in her life, entering her body, her emotional world, and her reality. Why was her heart filled with anticipation? She didn't know, and she didn't want to know. Since she was anticipating it, she would bring him into her life!

I meticulously washed every inch of my skin. When my hands touched my most private parts, I suddenly felt a strong urge to call him in and examine me closely. As my fingers gently touched my labia, I felt waves of heat and trembling throughout my body, all because of him, because of him… I finished washing and was about to leave. I left my underwear and bra on the sink, wrapped my slender body in a bathrobe, stood at the doorway to compose myself, and then went out.

Jiao Yu was lying on the bed, lost in thought. When he saw me come out, his wicked smile returned. I sat down on the bed, pretending to dry my hair with a towel, but actually hoping that Jiao Yu would make the first move and take me first. My shyness was getting the better of me!

Our cooperation during this time had been really seamless. Just as I wanted, Jiao Yu didn't hesitate to push me down onto the bed.

His slender body was very agile; with just a simple movement, he had me pinned beneath him. He carefully and gently lifted my head, using his hands to brush all my long hair onto the top of my head. What a thoughtful man! I consciously spread my legs, letting this little rascal comfortably lie between my legs. He removed the towel covering his lower body and, in doing so, untied the belt of my nightgown.

From the moment my breasts were fully exposed to him, he stared at them, staring intently, making me feel uneasy. Did he not like them? After all, a forty-year-old woman's breasts are no longer as attractive as a young girl's. If it weren't for that, my husband wouldn't have been entangled with that college student.

Suddenly, he stopped looking at my breasts and abruptly lowered his head, biting one of my nipples! God! What was happening? In that instant of surprise, my consciousness was completely overwhelmed by pleasure. It felt so good. My beloved had my nipple in his mouth, sucking

and licking it. His mouth seemed to be electrifying; a tingling sensation filled my entire upper body. Faced with his persistent sucking, I could only passively accept it. Touching his head, watching him vigorously suckle my nipple and breast, I suddenly felt that he was my little son, starving but having found food just in time, sucking and caressing—how naughty! He was carrying one in his mouth, while his other hand was tightly gripping the other—more mischievous than my little darling! Greed no longer seems to be a child's prerogative; this Chinese man in front of me showed me that a man's greed can be incredibly endearing.

Jiao Yu alternately kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples. My earlier doubts vanished; I could tell he liked them. His kissing and sucking were so enthusiastic, and the pleasure he gave me was so obvious.

During this time, I carefully observed Jiao Yu's body: Easterners have evolved thoroughly. Jiao Yu had no chest hair, only a few particularly long hairs around his nipples, and his legs had relatively long body hair, which looked very sexy. Because he was thin, his skin looked quite dark, and his waist was incredibly thin, almost the same size as mine.
What I really liked was Jiao Yu's buttocks—sexy and perky. Looking at them, I couldn't help but stroke them back and forth. He told me he loved sports, and I could feel it. His gluteal muscles were so tight, with very little fat; when I pinched them with my fingers, all I felt was hard muscle.

I looked closely for a while, but because Jiao Yu was lying on top of me, I couldn't see what I was so curious about. I reached between his legs and grasped his scrotum. It wasn't very big, much smaller than my husband's, which was huge, too big to hold in one hand. But Jiao Yu's was quite small; I could hold it all in one hand.

I gently kneaded and stroked it, very carefully. I didn't know how much force to use; I was very curious about it. At first, the scrotal skin was soft, but later the entire scrotum became harder, which was quite interesting.

Jiao Yu finally spared my breasts, but then took control of my lower body. From my navel down, Jiao Yu meticulously licked my body. My poor inner thighs! Jiao Yu must be quite a womanizer, he must have slept with many girls; his tenderness amazed me. He didn't rush to kiss my vulva, but instead gently kissed the skin and flesh of my inner thighs, the inside of my thighs, and the part where my thighs met my legs. He kissed so earnestly that I always had the urge to escape, yet it felt so good.

Even now, Jiao Yu continues to kiss me, happy and comfortable. Wanting to give him that feeling too, I guided him back onto me, then rolled over and pinned him down, beginning to kiss his body. Jiao Yu is so thin! His body is so small, like that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Russian girl, with practically no pectoral muscles, though his abs are quite nice. Under my kisses, Jiao Yu's body trembled slightly.

At this moment, I could see Jiao Yu's entire body. I looked at his genitals with great curiosity, but when I saw them, I was disappointed: so small! Softly nestled between his legs, it looked to be only about three centimeters long. What would it feel like to be so small?! After a quick glance, I lowered my head and continued kissing him, not wanting him to see my disappointment.

Jiao Yu has so much pubic hair! The complete opposite of mine; my pubic hair is very sparse. It grew because my husband hadn't had sex with me for a long time. He's selfish; he often demands I shave it all off so he thinks I'm clean. Every time I think about it, I'm heartbroken. I've given birth to his child, and he still thinks I'm dirty.
Now, I'm faced with a reality I don't want to face: Jiao Yu's tiny penis is right in front of me, soft, small, seemingly lifeless, and innocent. I gently touched it with my lips, but it still drooped. Suddenly, I felt sorry for it, so I decided to comfort it. I gently shook it with my finger, "Cheer up, cheer up," I whispered.

But instead of comforting it, Jiao Yu heard me and suddenly burst into laughter. I looked at him, confused. "My dear Natalia, can this verb be used like that? Hahaha!" This silly boy! Asking me about grammar at a time like this makes me a little embarrassed, so I nodded.

"Natalia, shall we put it in our mouths?" "Jiaoyu said, looking at me. I lowered my head and gently licked his glans, then slowly put it in my mouth. How pitiful! It looked so thin and weak. I gently touched it with the tip of my tongue, and before I could react, something terrible happened! As soon as

I put Jiaoyu's entire penis in my mouth, I felt something was wrong. The small penis in my mouth suddenly became very tight. I quickly spat it out, and in that instant, Jiaoyu's penis became erect! God! The small penis had swelled several times in an instant!

I looked closely at his penis: the little guy from before was now fully erect. Although it was still not as thick as my husband's, it was already taking shape. It wasn't thick, about twelve or thirteen centimeters long, standing firmly between Jiaoyu's legs, as mischievous as Jiaoyu, and it even throbbed rhythmically. What a cute glans! Like a mushroom, red and bulging.

The little guy had become..." Little General, I'm so happy now. I've put it in my mouth again, taking it in deeper and deeper. I'm not good at oral sex; in fact, I don't like it. My husband, on the other hand, loves it. Every time we have sex, he forces me to give him oral sex for a long time, regardless of whether I want to or not, which often makes my mouth feel very tired. But with Jiao Yu, I feel a sense of fullness in my mouth. It's still flesh to flesh contact, but the feeling is completely different.

As I took it in deeper and deeper, Jiao Yu began to moan softly. What a gentle moan! If my husband's moans can be compared to a bear, then Jiao Yu's moans should be compared to a sheep's bleating. I could feel Jiao Yu's hands stroking my back. After a while, Jiao Yu suddenly pulled away and deftly buried its head between my legs to lick my vulva. That little tongue of mine was like a snake, crawling all over my vulva, rubbing its rough skin against my soft labia.

I took Jiao Yu's penis into my mouth again, enjoying the stimulation from my vulva while savoring the satisfaction brought by the little general in my mouth. Jiao Yu was very good at licking me; he wasn't just licking randomly. I could feel that he was licking me carefully, because I could feel the layers and rhythm: first, the least sensitive area, a light stimulation, a shallow pleasure, as if floating from my lower body; then the more sensitive areas, where he was tapping my vulva with the tip of his tongue, the pressure moderate, the stimulation gradually weakening and strengthening, the pleasure seeming to come from my lower body; next was my favorite place, the place my husband would accidentally stimulate every time, which would quickly satisfy me—my clitoris, my beloved. Unfortunately, my unromantic husband hadn't known for so many years that this was my most sensitive spot. But Jiao Yu, he found it immediately.

When he first licked my clitoris, the intense stimulation made me suddenly flinch forward, and Jiao Yu's penis slipped out of my mouth. This sudden movement caused me to lose my balance, and my face slammed into Jiao Yu's leg. Just as we were about to collide, I stopped. Jiao Yu had already firmly gripped my waist with both hands, holding me steady.

Once I was stable, Jiao Yu didn't let me lick his penis anymore. Instead, he made me sit on his face.

He licked my vulva more carefully and meticulously. I could clearly feel his tongue, and the countless tiny, insect-like coatings on it, biting and tormenting me. It was itchy, unbearably itchy!

"Jiao Yu, please stop me, please stop me, ugh!" I couldn't take it anymore and cried out. I reached out and covered Jiao Yu's mouth with my hand. I was covered in sweat, and my vagina was burning hot. I felt something leaking out, afraid it would flow into Jiao Yu's mouth, and also afraid that Jiao Yu would continue to torment me like this.

Jiao Yu seemed not to hear my pleas, gripping my hand tightly, then suddenly licking my clitoris even more forcefully. Worst of all, he used the tip of his tongue to pry open my clitoral foreskin! God! My whole body jerked upwards; I wanted to pull away, I wanted to escape, but Jiao Yu seemed to have anticipated my reaction. While grabbing my hand, he also held my legs… “Jiao Yu, let me go! It’s going to leak! It’s going to leak!” I started screaming. I wasn’t lying; there was already something sticky inside my vagina, hot and sticky. I desperately tried to hold it in, to prevent it from leaking out, at least until Jiao Yu moved his face away. But I never expected that Jiao Yu wouldn’t pull away; instead, he stimulated me even more intensely.

It’s over, it’s really over! The sticky fluid gushed out of my vagina, gushing out with my violent trembling. I felt dizzy and weak, as if my body had been suddenly emptied. I felt dizzy, and all I could feel was Jiao Yu's mouth blocking my vaginal opening. A suction, a series of suctions spreading through my vaginal opening—it was Jiao Yu! He was sucking the fluid I had ejaculated into his mouth!

"No, no, it's dirty, dirty!" I said weakly. Jiao Yu didn't respond, continuing to lick my vaginal opening, only gently raising his nose slightly with his hand.

I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed weakly onto the bed. Jiao Yu crawled to my side, gently stroking my hair, taking a tissue from the bedside table, and wiping the sweat from my forehead. After wiping, he kissed me.

"Jiao Yu, didn't you hear me when I told you to stop?" I said softly. "It's not that I didn't hear," Jiao Yu looked at me and smiled, "it's that I didn't understand." I couldn't help but laugh. "How could I not understand?" "This is my first time having sex since I came to Russia. You're my first Russian woman!" "When Jiao Yu said that, his expression was so innocent and cute! I'd never heard Russian moaning before! It was hilarious!

Jiao Yu didn't seem tired at all, and started sniffing, touching, and licking me like a puppy, making me want him to lick me again. Jiao Yu once again swept my hair up to his head, and then naturally crawled between my legs that I had spread apart for him. This time, he kept rubbing my labia with the head of his penis, and occasionally he would tentatively press against my vaginal opening, just pressing against it, but not entering.

I became more and more uneasy and excited as Jiao Yu rubbed against me, my desire kept swelling, as if my whole body was shouting and howling, my heartbeat and breathing accelerated rapidly, I felt like I couldn't breathe, my chest heaved violently, and my hips began to move involuntarily." The Lord's sway. My vagina felt hot and itchy, and I could feel a sticky discharge.
Jiao Yu felt it too. He used the head of his penis to evenly spread the discharge from my vaginal opening, and then, unlike before, instead of just tentatively probing, he actually pushed open my vaginal opening. Just a little bit, only a little bit, without forcefully inserting it into my vagina, pushing open, then pulling back slightly, and I felt my vaginal opening close again.
Why was that? Didn't he know I wanted to completely devour him? This time, Jiao Yu seemed to lack the previous tacit understanding. He pushed open, then closed, repeating this more than ten times. I had no choice but to adapt, patiently feeling it open, close; open, close; open, close… Suddenly, I remembered something and covered my vaginal opening with my hand. "Jiao Yu, a condom." "Jiaoyu looked at me suspiciously, probably because he didn't understand the word 'condom,'" I said. "Jiaoyu seemed to understand, and after a moment's hesitation, he took out his wallet from his shirt pocket and pulled out several condoms from a hidden compartment. That rascal, he actually carries condoms with him! Durex, no less! I had originally thought that if I didn't have any, I'd be willing to take birth control pills for him. But seeing the situation, oh well, oh well!"

Jiaoyu put on the condoms and "tested" me a few more times. Actually, this feeling was quite nice, it sparked endless fantasies: I want you, will you give it to me? I really want you, are you willing to give it to me? Why are you keeping me out? Don't you want to give it to me? I want to tell you how strong my desire for you is." Lost in these fantasies, without realizing it, Jiao Yu entered me.

My vagina was gradually stretched open, and Jiao Yu entered. With his penetration, he became the third man in my life. This entry was long, lingering, and gentle. Steady and powerful, completely different from the Russian bear's forceful entry. Jiao Yu told me there's a Chinese word for this: "refined," which describes this feeling.
Jiao Yu's kisses were constant; even during penetration, he gently kissed my forehead, my face, and my lips. I could feel that Jiao Yu had fully entered me, only just touching my cervix, barely touching it, but I was already very satisfied, because Jiao Yu had satisfied me once in his own way.

Jiao Yu used this traditional position to thrust... He gave me a few minutes of pleasure, and it felt wonderful—a gentle, subtle yet satisfying sensation. Afterward, he used a side-lying position, a position I used to love. Lying on my side in bed, enjoying the wonderful connection and friction between a man's genitals and vagina is a beautiful and pleasurable experience.
After a while, Jiao Yu put my legs on his shoulders and then entered me, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly.

Chinese people are so clever! My husband used to do this too, but he wasn't as clever as Jiao Yu. He only knew how to thrust in hard, without any variation. Jiao Yu, however, cleverly moved his hips frequently, changing direction, and varying the depth and angle of penetration, keeping my vagina constantly in a state of flux. Various strange sensations assaulted my senses. Sex, it turns out… It can be so beautiful.

Making love is truly a wondrous act. No need for much verbal communication; the body alone can express all intentions. After the shoulder-to-shoulder position, Jiaoyu and I unanimously chose rear-entry. I lay prone on the bed, exposing my vulva to Jiaoyu as much as possible. I wanted him to take me as much as he wanted. Every thrust from behind brought me pleasure. When my husband did this, it always hurt my uterus. I don't deny that I sometimes felt pleasure, even orgasms, but the pain was more frequent.

I preferred this position with Jiaoyu. His thrusts were just right—not too light, not too heavy, not too deep, not too shallow—and the variety always brought me different sensations and stimulation. This kind of lovemaking was fulfilling.

After the doggy style, I laid Jiao Yu flat on the bed. I straddled his waist, grabbed his penis, and aimed it at my vaginal opening. Suddenly, I wanted to do what Jiao Yu had said in Chinese, "an eye for an eye," and rubbed my vaginal opening against Jiao Yu, tentatively swallowing his glans. Jiao Yu reacted strongly, constantly lifting his hips to try and penetrate me. Unfortunately, my long, straight legs provided enough height for my vulva to dodge the impact of his glans. I deliberately teased Jiao Yu, preventing him from penetrating me. I smiled, watching, feeling a faint sense of happiness.

Afraid that Jiao Yu was too tired, I pressed him down on the bed, grabbed his penis again, gently pressed it against my vaginal opening, took a deep breath, and slowly sat down. I could clearly feel Jiao Yu's penis rising inside my vagina, all the way to my cervix. How fair God is! Men can actively possess women in a missionary style, or passively be possessed by women in a riding position. At this moment, I am Jiao Yu's empress. He has submitted to the woman on top of him. I suddenly feel like Catherine the Great again. Although in my heart she was a harlot, now I am willing to be like her, an arrogant harlot, of course, only for Jiao Yu.

I have never doubted that this position is my best. I will also use the changes in my waist and hips to stimulate Jiao Yu. From his expression and moans, I can fully feel that I am making Jiao Yu feel comfortable and happy. I was a little tired, so I paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then straightened up and pulled out Jiao Yu's penis, removing the condom.

Jiao Yu looked at me in confusion. I smiled faintly, and then, before Jiao Yu could react, I suddenly pushed his entire penis into my vagina. Startled by this sudden action, Jiao Yu cried out and tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down on the bed. I gently pressed his chest, smiling at him. His eyes were fixed on me. I knew I had succeeded. I could feel his penis trembling violently inside my vagina, and this trembling also stimulated me. That intense internal vibration was my favorite.

I thought perhaps removing the condom wasn't a wise move, because right after I stimulated Jiao Yu with the most intense movements and speed, triggering my own orgasm, the vaginal lubrication stimulated Jiao Yu. After that magical, warm sensation, Jiao Yu's penis went limp, returning from its previous powerful state to its previous diminutive size.

Jiao Yu smiled sheepishly. He was covered in sweat and clearly exhausted. I lay down next to him, and he was still trying to kiss me. Seeing him like that, feeling those special kisses, I suddenly pulled him tightly into my arms. The passion from before was replaced by this unexpected tenderness. Watching Jiao Yu gradually fall asleep, I smiled contentedly… Jiao Yu slept soundly in my arms. I teased his penis with my hand. What an amazing little thing! My husband's penis is bigger when flaccid than Jiao Yu's when erect, but his penis doesn't change much between flaccid and erect.

Asian penises are truly amazing. Perhaps "science" is a more accurate word: it expands when in use and becomes so small when not in use. Jiao Yu really broadened my horizons.

For the next few days, Jiao Yu and I made love every day. Every day, he gave me different pleasures and happiness. The next day at noon, I couldn't find Jiao Yu. I suddenly felt very lost and looked for him everywhere. Finally, I saw him in the hotel lobby taking a black bag from a little Chinese boy and then going back to my room. When I asked him what was in his bag, he didn't answer, but instead took out a video camera.

He told me he'd asked a younger colleague to bring it over so he could film me during his days off and keep it as a keepsake—after all, he used to be a director! I laughed. Jiao Yu was great. He pulled me to the sofa, fiddling with the camera and telling me how fun it was. Listening, watching, laughing, an idea suddenly popped into my head.

That night, as we were about to sleep, I touched Jiao Yu's little guy and smiled mischievously, "Jiao Yu, let's make love!" Jiao Yu, of course, had no objections. "Shall we... set that thing up?" I teased him, whispering in his ear.

Jiao Yu looked at me, smiled, nodded, and went to set up the camera. I waited for him to turn around. When he did, I slowly began to sway my body, slowly taking off my underwear. Jiaoyu stared at me blankly, watching me sway, watching me laugh, watching me touch myself, watching me wave to him. Tonight's lovemaking was as passionate as ever. Jiaoyu was great, very engaged, and the video turned out well. After filming, Jiaoyu found two cables in his bag, connected the camera to the wall-mounted TV, rewound the tape, and skipped back to my side, hugging me as we watched the video of our lovemaking. At first

, I suddenly felt very shy; after all, it was my first time filming a sex video, and I felt a little embarrassed and couldn't bear to watch. Jiaoyu, on the other hand, seemed very interested, but after a few glances, he fell asleep. Looking at the sleeping Jiaoyu, I felt sorry for him. They say men have a refractory period after sex, and now it seems that's true.

Holding Jiaoyu in my arms, I watched our video comfortably. It was the first time I'd seen myself making love; it was so novel. I realized I could be so unrestrained, so wild. In some ways, my wildness surpassed Jiao Yu's. Jiao Yu's refinement wasn't just evident in his work and studies; even in sex, he displayed a steady and resolute style. I, on the other hand, was completely unlike my usual dull and silent self. I even fell in love with myself during sex; my youth and vitality were fully activated then, and I was reborn in passion.

The next day, Jiao Yu began organizing the videos he had filmed the previous night. I leaned against him, watching him curiously. He told me that he needed to transfer the videos from the tapes to the computer and then erase all the videos from the tapes for safety. Watching him carefully transfer the tapes, cover them with colored strips, and finally encrypt the files, I found his meticulousness very attractive.

Later, we went swimming in the Gulf of Finland next to the hotel. The bay entrance had been reclaimed from the sea, creating an artificial island. Crossing the island, on the other side of the bay, the water was shallow, allowing us to swim like everyone else. While crossing the island, we saw a pornographic magazine photography crew taking pictures of several naked girls. Jiaoyu didn't even look at me, just chatted and laughed as we walked. When we reached the island, many people were already swimming. We changed into our swimsuits; Jiaoyu wore sky-blue swim trunks, while I changed into my new bikini.

Holding hands, we walked to a slightly deeper spot, swimming and playing. Jiaoyu would often hold me in the water and dive down to kiss my genitals. Later, seeing several couples already making love, Jiaoyu led me to a spot of moderate depth and began kissing me. His hands in the water had already pulled down my underwear and his swim trunks.

Here, no one knew us, no one paid us any attention, even though several couples were making love. These past few days, Jiaoyu had been fueling my passion, giving me pleasure and happiness in various ways. Today, he chose to make love to me in the Gulf of Finland. He knew I wouldn't refuse; he wanted to take me to experience a different kind of sex in the cool waters of the Gulf of Finland.

I've forgotten how it started, but the beautiful seawater made me feel weightless. Jiao Yu held me like a little girl, using the buoyancy of the water to thrust into me repeatedly. I cried out and laughed with joy. Not far from us, several couples were also making love, crying out and laughing.
Because Jiao Yu was Asian, and because of my cries and mature appearance, the other couples couldn't help but stare at us. Jiao Yu didn't care about their gazes; he only cared that my cries were getting louder and louder, because he knew I was getting happier, and that was what he wanted. The

cool seawater didn't diminish the pleasure of lovemaking at all; on the contrary, it brought a different kind of enjoyment. The coolness of the seawater made Jiao Yu's semen appear even warmer. After a frenzied lovemaking, Jiao Yu ejaculated. Compared to usual, this ejaculation almost drove me crazy; it wasn't just hot, it felt like it was burning.

My Jiaoyu is amazing! Russian men's sexual prowess is almost entirely ruined by vodka; their thrusts are strong, but their stamina is weak. Jiaoyu's thrusts are average, but he lasts a long time. When we finished and returned to shore, the other couples had already finished. It was clear they envied Jiaoyu's stamina, though Jiaoyu didn't seem to notice their gazes, only looking at me with tender eyes.

Back at the hotel, after dinner, Jiaoyu fell asleep in my arms. I once again carefully observed this Chinese man I love. Perhaps this is what Chinese men's sex life and tenderness are like? God! My almighty God, at this moment I call upon you, I praise you. I don't ask for your forgiveness, I praise you, I thank you for placing this Chinese man beside me. Whatever punishment I may receive in the future, I will still praise you, thank you, my God! (
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