Where do sexy women come from if you don't drink?

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I once burned my calf on a motorcycle exhaust pipe, and as the saying goes, "once bitten, twice shy," so now I always wear boots when I ride a bike. I looked in the mirror and felt my t-shirt didn't suit me, so I put on a distressed light purple-gray one. It looked alright. Just as I was admiring myself, I suddenly remembered that there are a lot of speeders on that stretch of road, and even more police. Plus, standing by the roadside in the early morning
, feeling the wind, my mood was bound to be terrible. I was probably looking for someone to vent my anger on. I didn't want to cause any trouble, so I quickly grabbed my vehicle registration and driver's license. When I got to Zhang Hui's building, I called her.
A little while later, she came down.
We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
She was wearing the same brand, style, and color t-shirt as me (women's, of course), and also cargo pants, the color and style very similar to mine. The most ridiculous thing was that she was also wearing boots, and they were the same tan color as mine.
We joked and teased each other along the way. She hugged me, her body pressed tightly against my back. We were probably so engrossed in our conversation that we didn't even have time to feel her soft breasts before we reached the lake.
We found a seat near the lake, ordered a few signature dishes, and of course, drinks.
She rarely drinks baijiu (Chinese liquor), only occasionally taking a sip of some fancy-looking bottles. She usually drinks red wine, but drinking it at a roadside stall with oily hands was rather jarring. So, to fit in, she got some beer.
Like me, she drinks beer like water, and she drinks with gusto. We could toast each other with any excuse, even celebrating successfully swatting away a fly. Although the fly probably flew back before we even finished our drinks. We
didn't eat much food, but we left beer bottles all over the floor. We even tried skipping stones and throwing grenades with them. Restaurants are used to this; they've already factored the price of the bottle into the bill when they sell you the beer.
She was already a little drunk, and I wasn't much better off. While I was still relatively sober, I paid the bill and left.
There were few cars on the road, and taking advantage of my drunkenness, I let go of her hands and let the car coast. She screamed loudly and hugged me even tighter.
Back at her place, we lazily lay on the sofa. Feeling a little better, I went to the refrigerator, found a bottle of yogurt, and took a few big gulps. "
You pig, you're not allowed to drink my yogurt! There's only one left!" she shouted, laughing.
I carefully searched the refrigerator and found plenty of milk, but there really was only one bottle of yogurt.
I smiled awkwardly and shamelessly said, "I'm not that stingy, am I? I didn't finish it. Here, take it back. I'll just buy another bottle tomorrow, have a couple of sips, and then finish it off." "
You're disgusting! I won't drink your saliva!" she said, making a face. "
You drank my Coke yesterday, and I drank it all! I despise people like you who pretend to be nice." "
You dare despise me?" she said, raising her fist and punching me hard in the chest. She yelled as she hit me, "You dare to look down on me! You dare to look down on me!"
I pretended to dodge, but she only got more aggressive. I grabbed her wrist and pushed her down onto the sofa. "
What do you think you're doing? Let go!" she yelled, laughing.
I released her with a laugh and looked at her. Suddenly, she used her hand to hold my head so I was facing her. "
Tell me, did you do something bad this morning?
" I guessed she might have felt something when I kissed her this morning, and I felt a pang of guilt. I said, "No, I didn't do anything bad."
She pouted and said, "I also despise those who dare to do something but
don't dare to admit it." I laughed and said, "Some things are hard to describe. How about we reenact the event?"
She yelled, "You dare!" Before she could finish, I used my mouth as duct tape and stuck it to hers.
She suddenly froze, like a puppet, completely still. Perhaps because her mouth was sucked in, she could only breathe through her nose, her breaths long and rapid.
I released her mouth and gently took her lips into my mouth, touching them with my tongue. Her lips were soft and smooth, feeling as if they might melt into my mouth at any moment. Her body trembled slightly, and her breathing became more rapid. I tried to slip my tongue into her mouth, but she suddenly closed her mouth tightly. I had no choice but to hold her lips in my mouth and kiss her.
When I tried again, she had clearly given up her last resistance, symbolically closing her mouth and letting my tongue roam freely within her lips. I seized the opportunity, sucking her tongue into my mouth and savoring it. Her tongue finally stopped silently enduring the humiliation and rose up in resistance. Our tongues intertwined, sometimes like lovers separated for many years, passionately embracing, sometimes like enemies meeting, determined to fight to the death.
Reluctantly, I released her lips, lightly touching her face a few times. I took her earlobe into my mouth, giving it a few shallow licks, and her whole body began to writhe. Her legs would sometimes curl up, sometimes straighten, and her hands would become restless, sometimes grabbing my arm, sometimes stroking my back. I gently licked around her earlobe, sucked hard on her chin, and kissed her neck with varying degrees of intensity.
She closed her eyes, moaning softly and intermittently, perhaps still somewhat restrained, seemingly trying to control herself, but her expression had already betrayed her. Seeing her face contorted with suppressed desire, I became even more excited. I took her collarbone into my mouth, pressing it hard with my tongue. Whether she didn't want to or couldn't suppress her excitement, she moaned loudly, her hands reaching inside my clothes, stroking and kneading my back and waist forcefully. I got up and took off my own t-shirt, then grabbed the hem of hers and gently pulled it up. I kissed my way up from her navel to her breasts. She cooperated and let me take off her t-shirt. Her bra was apricot-colored, and her two white breasts were pressed tightly together. I kissed her breasts lightly a few times, then sucked on the sides of her breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, along her cleavage. She moved her body, responding to my tongue. When I approached her areola, her hands gently held my head, as if hoping I would linger there a little longer. Her areola was slightly raised. I licked it lightly a few times, and she suddenly let out a short, rapid moan. I deliberately moved away from that area and lightly kissed her cleavage again. Her hands gripped my head tightly, occasionally pushing it towards her breasts, seemingly craving my more intense penetration. When I approached her areola again, her hands pressed my head down. I pretended to break free, then suddenly thrust my tongue inside her bra, forcefully licking her areola. I grabbed her, unhooked her bra, but didn't remove it completely; instead, I flicked it with my tongue and took her nipple into my mouth. Her nipple was small, like a tiny green bean, erect on her chest. I enveloped it with my tongue, sucking on her areola. My hands gently touched her other breast, tracing the nipple and areola.
She groaned loudly, her hands on my back tightening, as if trying to penetrate me with each stroke, her body twisting intermittently.
This excited me greatly. I sucked her entire breast into my mouth. She gasped, whether from fear or overwhelming excitement, I couldn't tell.
I continued to suckle her alluring breasts, and my hands began to rub them vigorously. Her body writhed wildly with moans of pleasure. Her hands became even more restless, wandering around my waist from time to time, sometimes slipping through my pants and inserting a few fingers to lightly touch or scratch with her nails. Each time she went in deeper and deeper, and she even grabbed my buttocks and squeezed and rubbed them hard.
Her breasts were large, soft, and very elastic. I pressed her breasts together forcefully, took both nipples into my mouth, and sucked on them a few times. Then I kissed my way down her chest to her abdomen, kissed her waist for a while, and then unbuttoned her pants. She seemed to have been looking forward to this moment for a long time; she didn't resist at all, but instead arched her back to make it easier for me to take off her pants. I pulled down her trousers and gently kissed down her inner thighs. Her legs were taut, white, and her skin was smooth. When I reached her ankles, I took off her trousers again and kissed my way back up her legs. When I reached her waist, I gently pulled her panties down a little, fully exposing her pelvis. I kissed her lightly a few times, then sucked hard. Her body seemed to twist uncontrollably, her legs sometimes curling and sometimes straightening. I pulled her panties down a little more and began kissing her abdomen, very gently. My hands began to caress her plump buttocks, pulling her panties down little by little. She arched her back and twisted her buttocks. I pulled her panties down to her knees, lifted her legs, and placed them on my shoulders. I rested my head on her legs, kissing them, took off my pants and threw them aside, then pulled off her panties, spread her legs, and leaned down. Her plump vulva was already overflowing. I pressed my penis against the entrance of her vagina and gently pushed forward. She let out a moan, her expression wanton and intoxicated, seemingly a little shy, afraid I would see, and turned to the side. I became even more excited. My penis seemed to have grown even thicker. She seemed to sense it too, twisting her body and turning her face to the other side. Perhaps it was because she hadn't had sex in a long time, but although I could easily penetrate her, I could feel the intense pressure of her vagina on my penis. I inserted it shallowly, gently thrusting in and out of her vagina. She moaned softly, waiting for my more vigorous thrusts.
I slowly inserted my penis into her vagina, and she let out a long moan. The moment I was fully inside, she let out a short but loud cry of pleasure, then hugged me tightly.
I didn't thrust forcefully, but instead pressed deep inside her vagina, slowly moving back and forth, as if each thrust was hitting her cervix. She enjoyed this slow but powerful thrusting; her expression was so intoxicated, so wanton, the charm of a mature woman so alluring.
I straightened my body slightly, pulled my penis out of her warm, moist vagina a little, then thrust it in deeply again, then pulled it out even more, then thrust it in again, repeating this several times. She seemed ready to receive my vigorous thrusts; she gradually loosened her grip and stroked my back.
I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, and she cried out loudly in sync with the rhythm of my movements, sometimes wrapping her legs tightly around me, as if afraid I would leave her for even a second longer, and sometimes spreading her legs as wide as possible so I could penetrate even deeper.
I placed her legs on either side of my shoulders and pressed myself down, bringing her legs close to her head; her buttocks naturally arched up due to the pressure. This time, I felt as if my penis had penetrated her uterus. She let out a moan, "Ah...ah..." her face filled with satisfaction and inexplicable excitement. I became even more excited, thrusting forcefully, almost hitting her cervix every time. I thrust faster and faster, and she seemed to have barely had time to enjoy the pleasure from the last thrust before my penis was deeply inside her again, her moans becoming labored.
She was already tired from maintaining this position for so long, and with my vigorous thrusting, she was indeed somewhat exhausted. I lowered her legs, slowed my thrusting, and began to kiss her body.
Suddenly, I felt her vagina twitch and contract, and it seemed even more moist than before.
I continued to kiss her, and I could feel her vagina gradually tightening.
I helped her up and made her kneel on the edge of the sofa. This buttocks, which I had fantasized about countless times, were exposed to me completely naked for the first time. They were so alluring, so plump. I stroked her buttocks, parted them slightly, and inserted my penis, gently thrusting in and out, then forcefully thrusting in and out, each time pulling my penis completely out before forcefully thrusting it back in. She groaned loudly, her buttocks twisting almost frantically with each penetration.
Looking at her plump buttocks, the excitement I felt far exceeded the pleasure of the thrusting itself. Holding her waist, I gently stroked her buttocks, waves of pleasure washing over me.
I forcefully spread her buttocks with both hands, completely withdrawing my penis, then forcefully thrusting it back in. This time, I couldn't tell if she was howling or moaning. I spread her buttocks even wider, thrusting even harder, the head of my penis pressing against the walls of her vagina each time, penetrating deeply, feeling an intense stimulation. She became even more excited, moaning wildly without restraint, her plump buttocks writhing almost frantically. Each time I penetrated, I felt her vagina tighten even more than before. Gradually, I found it difficult to resist the intense stimulation from both my mind and body, feeling a surge of intense pleasure. Just as I was about to withdraw my penis, her hand suddenly gripped my waist. I felt as if she wanted me to ejaculate inside her. I thrust in forcefully, feeling myself completely hitting her cervix. Holding her waist, I pressed my entire body against her buttocks, feeling the softness of her plump buttocks and the pleasure brought by ejaculation. She slightly writhed her buttocks, feeling the swelling and spasms of my penis as I ejaculated, bringing her satisfaction.

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