Slut Cinema Plays with Virgins

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The movie theater was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Jiaming sat in the last row, shaking his head and searching. He'd been there for 20 minutes; the movie had long since started. What was on screen was irrelevant; he wasn't there to watch a movie anyway. Actually, there weren't many people there. A terrible movie, stuffy air, and rickety sofas—who would want to spend tens of dollars to come to this awful place? But Jiaming was willing. Only he knew why. Jiaming was anxious, looking left and right but unable to find what he was looking for. Finally, he stared intently at the theater entrance. He was waiting for someone.

"You have a text message, please check." Jiaming's phone rang. He took it out and pressed the button.

"Silly boy, stop looking, I've been here for ages."

Damn! Jiaming quickly typed on his phone.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? What row are you in? I'll come find you." Jiaming stood up, staring at the seats in front of him, still unable to make heads or tails of the matter. "Can't you find it yourself? Idiot." The other person replied with a text message.

Find...how? Jiaming glanced at the dark theater, feeling somewhat helpless. Although there weren't many people, the lighting was so dim that no one could see what they looked like. And even if they did, what could they do? He had no idea what they looked like. Jiaming genuinely didn't know what she looked like, except that she was a woman. He knew nothing about her except that she was female, and he wasn't even sure if she was. She hadn't invited him to the theater; she wasn't his girlfriend, and he didn't have one either. Based solely on an online encounter and a strange trust in her, Jiaming had come without hesitation. Looking back, it was rather careless. What if he'd encountered a transvestite? Should he go back?

Jiaming left his seat. "Whatever, even if she's a transvestite, so what? I can just run away." With this thought, he began searching for the thing he couldn't tell was a woman or a transvestite. Jiaming's eyes scanned the room, he even considered shining a lighter on their faces, but ultimately didn't dare. It would be too abrupt for them. He walked around the seats step by step. The theater wasn't crowded; there were only a few people scattered around, averaging no more than five per row. That was fine; the target area wasn't too large. He'd find a female audience member first and call her number on his phone. If not, he'd keep looking. Haha… a good idea. Although the lighting was terrible, he could still vaguely see shadows from the screen. At least he could tell the gender. Jiaming laughed. He found the number on his phone, ready to call at any moment. “You can't escape, Fireworks.” Fireworks was the other person's nickname on QQ.

His smugness didn't last long. Jiaming had walked from the back row to the front, his eyes wide open, seeing only thick, dark shadows—not a single woman in sight. Undeterred, he circled back from the front to the back, repeating this process about four or five times, finally returning to the front row, still no woman.

"Damn it, I've been tricked! I finally ran into a transvestite." Jiaming was covered in goosebumps and utterly disheartened. The other person was right there, but there were no women. What did that mean? Jiaming wanted to slip away.

Just then, a man suddenly patted him on the shoulder. He said, "Brother, you've spun around eight times already, it's making me dizzy..." Before the man could finish, Jiaming was so scared that he took off running.

"To hell with you all, I'll never be stupid enough to come out and meet someone I met online again." Before he even ran out of the movie theater, he slipped. "Oops! I stepped on a piece of fruit and fell flat on my face." Jiaming saw stars. There were stars in the movie theater! Then a sharp pain shot through his head. He quickly sat up, not even having time to feel the pain of his head hitting the ground. He had to get out of there quickly. There were too many transvestites. Or maybe he was just stunned by the fall. For a moment, Jiaming felt that all the dark figures in the movie theater were transvestites. He reached out to grab the armrest of the seat next to him.

"Huh..." The hand gripping the armrest grasped another hand, small enough to fit comfortably in the palm, soft, delicate, and smooth. "Oh! You little rascal..." A heavenly voice drifted by. Jiaming, sitting on the floor, dazed, looked in the direction the voice had come from. He was still holding onto the other person's small hand, refusing to let go. He'd hit his head hard, and in the dark theater, the fall made it impossible to see anything except the stars. He was astonished! Astonished that the transvestite's hand was so smooth, and it felt surprisingly good. He muttered under his breath, "Transvestite...transvestite..." Poor Jiaming hadn't recovered from the shock, recklessly uttering such a rude and audacious statement.

"What did you say? What kind of demon or monster? Speak clearly!" Fortunately, his speech was slurred, and the theater was noisy, so the beautiful woman didn't hear him clearly.

Our Jiaming, still holding onto the "demon's hand," finally stood up unsteadily, shaking his head at the shadowy figure. "You...you are...you are a transvestite..." Now, the beautiful woman finally understood.

"Go to hell!!!! You're the transvestite, you pig!" The beautiful woman pulled out her handbag and swung it at Jiaming's stupid head.

"Ahhh!!" With a scream, Jiaming fell to the ground again.

After a while, he didn't know how the beautiful woman got the pig to a seat and sat down next to her. Although his pig brain still hurt, Jiaming gradually became clear-headed and finally realized that he wasn't a pig. The stars in front of his eyes slowly disappeared, and he realized that the woman next to him wasn't a transvestite but a violent shrew even more shrewish than a she-devil. However, he still couldn't understand why a she-devil suddenly appeared in this shabby movie theater where he couldn't find a single pig hair after going around eight times.

"Are you bleeding?" the she-devil asked Jiaming very gently.

"Hmm...you did this, didn't you?" "Sorry, I used too much force. Here...let me help you."

Ouch...it hurts so much! Can't you be a little gentler...don't use so much force." "Don't move...it will hurt a little at first...it'll be fine after a while."

"Stop...I can't take it...if you keep doing this, I'll die..."

Jiaming couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the hand that was pressing on his forehead, throwing it away. "Are you even a woman? Using so much force, and you still dare to say you're not a transvestite?" Jiaming rubbed his forehead in annoyance. After rubbing for a while, he looked down and saw a dark figure sitting in a chair next to him, head down, back bent, shoulders trembling incessantly.

"Are you alright?" Jiaming felt a little strange. The girl shook her head to indicate that she was fine, but Jiaming saw that her shoulders were still trembling badly. "Are you really alright?" "

mm started trembling all over.

"Giggle... I can't take it... Hehe... Kill me... Kill me... Haha... Ha..."mm laughed so hard she was doubled over, but Jiaming was completely bewildered.mm threw her a soft little bag, panting, "You... giggle... hahaha... You yourself... look... You're killing me with laughter."

Jiaming took the bag, squeezed it, it was soft, andmm just kept laughing. Jiaming took out his phone and shone it in the light, then blushed.

"Isn't this just a super thin sanitary napkin? What's so special about it... Wait a minute." Jiaming took out his phone and looked at it carefully, only to see bloodstains on it. "You're on your period?"

mm laughed even harder, "Silly boy... Don't you understand?" "Hehe...that blood isn't mine...hehe...it's on your head...hahaha...I have two more in my bag...want to lend them to me...the first time you'll bleed a lot...wahaha...ha!" MM simply lay down on Jiaming's lap, looking like she was laughing so hard she was about to pass out.

Damn, Jiaming almost bit his tongue. No wonder his forehead felt soft earlier; he was wondering what it was, but he never imagined it was a sanitary pad. Thinking back to what she'd said earlier—about bleeding and not using force—it was so embarrassing...Jiaming felt like dying. He wanted to stuff the whole pack of sanitary pads into his mouth; in front of her, he felt like a pig. She'd completely fooled him. "I'll show you what's funny..." Jiaming, enraged, fiercely reached under MM's armpits and scratched her hard... "Fine, laugh all you want, even if you're a hundred times smarter than me, when it comes to strength, you'll have to call me 'Grandpa.'" "Mercy...ah...ya...I won't do it again...ah...help me..."

"You hit my head, you gave me my virginity, I'll make you break my virginity!" Jiaming grabbed her arm with one hand and tickled her armpit with the other. The poor little lamb could only beg for mercy, "I...I'll call...call you...something nice...hehehe...please...stop tickling...ah..."

"What nice thing? What do you want to call?" Jiaming's hands continued to move.

"You...let go, stop...tickling...like this...how can I...call?"

Jiaming released her. The girl lay on his lap, panting heavily. Unfortunately, her breasts were pressed against Jiaming's lap, rising and falling with her breath. Jiaming's pants were thin, and he noticed this. The darkness prevented him from seeing her face, only a black shadow. From the way Jiaming had punished her, he was certain she was wearing a sundress; he had even touched her thigh, so he could deduce that the skirt was short. Judging from her seat, she was only half a head shorter than Jiaming, so she must be quite tall. And judging from the feeling in her thighs, she had a pair of large breasts… all signs pointed to her being a great beauty. Jiaming wasn't oblivious. So what was hidden in his crotch had already reacted, pressing directly against that mound of tender flesh, the head of his penis feeling a small protrusion.

"That must be her nipple," Jiaming thought lewdly.

MM knew very well what was pressing against her breast, but she wasn't afraid. She was the one who invited him, and coming to the movie theater was her idea, so MM was prepared. She arrived half an hour earlier than Jiaming. She had seen Jiaming before; she had added several friends on QQ the night before, including Jiaming. MM liked chatting, especially discussing sexually explicit topics with online friends. She didn't know if she was considered a slut, but she knew she was a woman, and every woman has sexual desires. But what infuriated her was that her husband, who should be satisfying her desires, couldn't help her; her husband was useless. She had long forgotten what her husband's penis looked like, but she wanted to see other people's penises, so she became addicted to the internet, hoping to find one online. At first, she just read porn, then she started chatting, adding friends with rather vulgar nicknames, and getting pictures of pornographic films from them. Later, she tried learning text-based sex, luckily she often read erotic novels and was already familiar with some of the explicit language. Yesterday, she was bored and randomly added a few QQ accounts before suddenly deciding to find someone to text-based sex with. She randomly clicked on a QQ account and found a guy from the same city. Looking at his name, it was so lewd, this guy was called "Miao Ren Feng" (目人缝). "Hey... handsome, text?" she decided to have some fun with him. He readily agreed. Then they started texting each other passionately, with things like "I'll fuck you to death," "penis," and "cunt," accompanied by moaning texts full of ellipses that quickly appeared on the screen. MM was overjoyed; her partner was surprisingly skilled, relentlessly rubbing his legs against her genitals, sometimes even slipping a hand inside her underwear.

Just as she was getting into the swing of things, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his egg-sized glans pressing against her vulva. MM was fantasizing about the giant egg versus her vulva. Suddenly, he sent a video request. MM accepted without hesitation; her computer didn't have a webcam, and she wasn't worried about him playing any tricks. When the video connected, her vulva screamed, her eyes widening. MM had seen all sorts of penises in pictures—black, white, soft, hard, long, short, fat, thin—hundreds of them—but she'd never seen one like this. Was it even a penis? On the monitor, a gigantic dragon was throbbing, its claws outstretched. In the text, he always added "egg" before "glans," and it wasn't an exaggeration; the glans looked exactly like a half-eaten hard-boiled egg, its color resembling a peeled tea egg. The dragon's body was covered in bulging veins, resembling a coiled dragon around a giant pillar. The pillar was thick and long, probably over twenty centimeters. Little BB stared at the dragon's head in the video, feeling a tickle in her vagina.

MM's eyes were hallucinating; she saw the giant dragon emerge from the monitor, its fiery red glans slowly flying towards her mouth. She closed her eyes and easily opened her mouth.

After waiting for a long time, the "big egg" (a euphemism for a large penis) remained untouched. She opened her eyes

. "Where's the big cock...? Where did it go?" She rubbed her eyes, her gaze fixed on the monitor. The other party had already closed the video. She quickly tapped a few keys.

"Who told you to close it? Turn it back on for me!"

"Do you have a video? No video, no viewing."

"I lent the webcam to someone else. I'll get it back tomorrow, let them see your big dick first." She was lying; she hadn't asked for a webcam when she bought the computer.

"I'll find someone else. Bye." Clearly, the other party didn't believe her lies and ignored her.

"Brother, don't do this! You were thrusting into me so hard just now, you're so heartless." After waiting for a while, there was no response from the other party, and she started to panic. Her mind was filled with thoughts of that penis, and she felt an emptiness in her vagina, with a thin, sticky honey-like fluid gradually flowing out. Her heart was already aroused, and she desperately wanted to see that big penis again. "Okay, okay, tell the truth. I don't have a camera, please let me see it again!

My panties are all wet from you, you bad guy..." "What do I get in return?" The other party finally replied.

"Tell me, I

'll do anything you want except video." "You said it, you can't go back on your word."

"Okay! I won't go back on my word, tell me."

"You moan for me, and I'll let you watch me masturbate..."

Her head was spinning. What kind of people are there?! She wanted to refuse, but even if she agreed, she had no conditions. The microphone on her headset was broken, so she couldn't use voice chat. But she was afraid that the big penis would ignore her, so she could only plead softly again.

"Their phone is broken, let's try something else, I promise this time."

"134********" A phone number appeared in the chat.

"Why are you giving them your phone number?" she asked curiously.

"You're using your phone to call..."

#%?%.# ！%#*#?，phone sex!! This trendy phrase suddenly popped into her head, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Let's try something else, it's inconvenient..." She lived with her mother-in-law; if her mother-in-law in the next bedroom heard her moaning, she might as well hang herself.

"It's getting late, everyone should wash up and go to bed, bye-bye," the other person said, dismissing her and logging off.

She wanted to cry; the big penis was gone. She regretted not taking some pictures earlier; now there was nothing left but wet underwear, an unbearable emptiness, and some chat history.

She went to her bathroom. Even though she was disappointed, she had to accept the other person's suggestion: wash up and go to bed. What else could she do? She took off her clothes, removed her bra, leaving only a thin pair of panties. She was truly wet; she looked down at the nectar seeping through her panties and slowly trickling down her inner thighs. How lewd! She bent down and sat on the bathroom floor, gently pulling down her panties. The dark, pubic hair was already a mess, glistening black under the bathroom light, and her labia, soaked in nectar, were incredibly luscious and tempting. Her hand touched the dark grass, she couldn't bear it any longer, she desperately needed to release. For five years of marriage, only these weak little hands had been her companions. The burning desire within her consumed her. Now she longed for that big cock to burst in, pin her to the ground, and ravage her... Come on, come on... Big cock... anything is fine... I'll do whatever you want. She closed her eyes, imagining the shape of that big cock, slowly lying down, bending her knees, opening her fair thighs, gently rubbing her vulva a few times with her small hands, then using her index and middle fingers to gradually spread her labia minora... "...Be gentle, okay? Yours is too big." She moaned softly, "...It's so small... really so small."

"Aren't you coming?... Hehe... You're so bad, making me like this... and you're ignoring me..." She remembered their intimate written record from earlier.

"Do you like it when you thrust into someone while their legs are spread wide..." She shifted forward, placing her feet on the edge of the bathtub, her thighs still wide open. "Is it like this?... You like it like this... right?"

"It'll hurt me like this... you bad guy..." She kept muttering to herself, as if that person was right between her legs.

"Coming... ah... ah... gentle... yes... yes... slower... ah... your big egg is hurting me..." Tears gradually welled up in her closed eyes, making her look so delicate. She gently inserted her index and middle fingers together into her vagina. She used to only use one finger when masturbating, so she obviously wanted to increase the size of her vagina to accommodate the size.

"It hurts... please... be gentle... stop." She seemed to feel his glans entering her vagina, desperately trying to penetrate deeper. She felt a lot of pain; the size of two fingers was still difficult for her to adapt to.

She gave a bitter smile. After being married for so long, her vagina was still so tight. Would anyone believe her if she told others? If she really encountered that big penis, could she accommodate it? She withdrew her fingers, fiddling with the edges of her labia, searching for her most sensitive spot.

"You little rascal… your penis is so big… ah… ah… you're touching… my… clitoris." Her hand found the most sensitive spot, and she felt as if she'd been electrocuted; her body trembled involuntarily.

"Ah… ah… ah… so good… ah… ah… so itchy." Her hand kneaded the clitoris hard. Her vaginal fluids splattered everywhere, gushing out like a spring.

"Ah… ah… I'm dying of arousal… you bad man… you really know how to do this…" She squeezed her thighs together, afraid to touch that spot again; she was afraid she would go crazy and lose control.

"I don't care anymore... I'll just let you fuck me to death... Ah... Ah... Kill me." She spread her legs wide to their limit again. Without the slightest hesitation, two fingers were thrust into her vagina.

"Ahhhhh... Ah... Ah... It hurts... It really hurts... I don't care anymore... I don't care about anything... Just thrust... Come on, come on, thrust as hard as you can... It hurts, so be it." She no longer cared whether she was startling her mother-in-law in the other bedroom, and no longer bothered to hide her moans as the pleasure intensified. She increased the speed of her thrusts, her fingers constantly scratching and manipulating the tender flesh inside. Fortunately, the bathroom was far from her mother-in-law's bedroom, separated by three thick walls, so she shouldn't be able to hear.

"Ah... Ahhhhh... Good... Good... This is the feeling, the feeling of going crazy... Fuck me to death... Fuck me to pieces..." Her fingers thrust up and down rapidly, and gradually she could no longer feel the pain, her vagina gradually became numb, and she could only feel pleasure. She could no longer control her body, and her two little feet kicked and thrashed with the movement of her fingers.

With a bang, she kicked the shower switch, the water from the showerhead gushing over her already flushed face, splashing into her mouth and throat, causing her to cough uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... Is it raining?... Ah... cough cough cough..." She ignored it; the water from the showerhead made her cough, but she refused to shut up because she wanted to moan!

Moan nonstop... Didn't that person want to hear her moan? A little choking didn't matter, as long as that person liked it. For a moment, the sound of splashing water, mixed with coughing moans and the sounds of fingers inserting into her vagina, filled the entire bathroom with an obscene atmosphere. Her beautiful body trembled wildly with the fingers, opening and closing, thrusting deeply repeatedly, her full breasts bouncing up and down like waves, her moist, glistening lips greedily swallowing and releasing her fingers.

"Cough cough... Ah... cough cough... I can't take it anymore..." She felt the urge to urinate; she knew she was about to climax. She quickened her pace, her fingers pounding away at the keyboard, relentlessly abusing her genitals.

"Ahhhhhh!!" A soft cry escaped her lips, followed by spasms, her soul nearly leaving her body. Her vaginal opening released a torrent of vaginal fluid.

"Cough cough cough cough... ugh..." The climax caused her body to convulse violently. While her moans were exciting, her throat was also filled with a large amount of fluid, causing her to cough and gag incessantly.

She lay helplessly on the floor, occasionally letting out painful gasps, the showerhead still rinsing her body.

Looking at the hand that was penetrating her, the index and middle fingers gently parted, the vaginal fluid clinging to them forming a thin thread.

Tears slowly streamed down her face... She cried.

"Why only fingers, sob..." she sobbed softly.

"Someone save me, help me... I don't want fingers... sob..." Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

After crying for a while, she dared not cry anymore. Her mother-in-law had a habit of going to the bathroom at night, and if she saw the bathroom light, she might be overheard.

"Sigh..." She should have agreed to that bastard's request. It was just a few shouts on the phone, wasn't it? It wouldn't have hurt her. Why did she have to shout so loudly and no one heard? She stood up and quietly opened the bathroom door a crack, wondering if her mother-in-law had heard her shouting. Thankfully, the room was dark. She gently dried herself with a towel. "What kind of person is he? He's a monster with that huge thing." Thinking of that big penis, her lower body twitched, and another gush of clear fluid flowed from her pink, tender vagina. "How annoying..." She scolded herself for being so sensitive, picking up the showerhead and rinsing her inner thighs. The shower made her wet vagina even more itchy, her legs trembling uncontrollably, and the image of that big penis resurfaced in her mind.

"It's all his fault! It's all his fault! Why did he make me see that thing..."

"It's so itchy, so unbearable... Can we do it again?" She knew that

using her fingers again might make things worse; it wouldn't solve the problem, after all, fingers weren't a penis. The pleasure from masturbation couldn't satisfy her; what she wanted was to have a large, thick penis fill her emptiness. She'd done foolish things before; late at night, she'd wander the streets alone in revealing clothes, always hoping a man would pounce on her from some dark corner and pin her to the ground. That never happened; what made her laugh and cry was the frequent warnings from patrolling cops to be careful at night.

She returned to her bedroom, completely naked. She didn't want to wear clothes; who knew when that annoying little hole would start leaking again? Although it was already past 2 a.m., she didn't plan to sleep; as soon as she lay down, her mind was filled with unclean thoughts. She sat down at the computer, flicked the mouse, but the person was still offline.

"You little bastard, stimulating me with your penis, watch out, your prostate might burst!" Thinking about the lewdness in the bathroom earlier, she felt a surge of anger.

She opened the man's QQ profile, curious.

Username: Miaorenfeng, Gender: Male, Age: 22, City: Huangyang. She entered Miaorenfeng's QQ space; there were several photos of him. The young man was quite handsome, with a short buzz cut, fair skin, a charming, sunny smile, broad shoulders, and well-defined chest muscles—he must work out often.

Huangyang? The same city as her. So he was so close! If she bumped into him while shopping tonight, that would be great.

If she really did, maybe she'd pounce on him. She naively thought, looking at the photos.

"Wait..." Suddenly remembering something, she found the chat history, found a phone number, and took out her phone.

"You brat, your grandma's here to see you." Her thumb flew across the keypad. "

Tomorrow afternoon at three, wash your penis and wait in the last row of the Red Flag Cinema." She wrote the text message, then typed in the number she had left behind and sent it. Afraid the other person wouldn't hear it, she dialed their number again, but hung up after hearing their ringtone.

A short while later, she received a message.

"Who are you...?"

"I'm the one you were texting earlier, I miss you..."

"It's Huahuo! Are you serious? You're not lying, are you?"

"Yeah; are you coming?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"Okay; remember to wash your penis clean, see you tomorrow."

Just like that, she decisively arranged to meet Jiaming at the movie theater. Without a moment's hesitation, even if the whole world thought she was a slut, she was going to indulge herself to the fullest. She didn't want to endure that agonizing loneliness anymore.

The next day, she went to the movie theater, observed the environment, and saw that the movie started at 2:30. She asked him to come at 3:00 because she didn't want him to see her. She might let him see her, but not before sex. She had her own reasons for this date. After all, she had never had a one-night stand before, and if she actually met him, she would definitely be nervous, even unsure of what to say first. So she chose to come to the movie theater; the dark environment would at least reduce her nervousness. Today, she deliberately chose a very bright red halter dress. She thought having sex on the sofa in the movie theater would be troublesome, so she wore nothing underneath—no bra, no panties. This would be much more convenient, saving her the hassle of undressing. There was another reason: thinking about how monstrous and terrifying that guy's penis was, and how naturally tight her vagina was. If they were in bed, what if he was impatient and started going at it too hard? That would be terrible! The sofa in the movie theater was much better. The seats in this theater were unique—all long leather sofas, each just long enough for her to lie down on. This should restrict his movements. Her only worry was how many people were in the theater. If there were many people, it would be troublesome. The darkness could shield her from view from a distance, but what about up close? She couldn't possibly have sex with him in front of everyone; she wasn't that promiscuous.

Fortunately, her worries were unnecessary. There were only about a dozen people in the theater, and they were all in the front rows. The back rows were quite spacious, and even if she called out, they might not hear her. It was as if the people inside were intentionally making room for them.

She had considered everything carefully, but she hadn't expected that the little rascal wouldn't be able to find her. Actually, she was also in the last row. After coming in, she sat in the far left corner of the back row, the darkest and most secluded spot. No wonder Jiaming couldn't find her; she had even texted him to let him know she was in the theater. But Jiaming circled around many times and still couldn't find her. Finally, she moved closer to the aisle to make sure he could spot her.

Just as she sat down, she saw a dark shadow rushing towards her, then the shadow slipped and fell flat on its face.

"What an idiot..." she couldn't help but curse inwardly.

The process was slow, but thankfully the two finally met. MM finally pressed that huge penis against her chest. Although she was mentally prepared, the sensation from her breasts when the penis touched her chest still frightened her. The thought of her tight vagina having to accommodate that massive penis made her heart pound. She

didn't dare move an inch while it was pressed against her chest. The huge glans was pressed into a mound of tender flesh, and the nipple seemed to be right in front of the urethral opening. She felt a slight pain in her chest, while Jiaming was completely absorbed in the pleasure.

"Her breasts are so big, I guess we can do nipple sex?" Jiaming lewdly felt MM's large breasts, wanting to test it out. He moved his hips, his penis rubbing against her breasts, the glans thrusting harder and harder.

"Damn! It really works."

MM lay on Jiaming's thighs, her breasts throbbing, the glans pressing against her nipples as it entered a pink mound.

"What's he going to do? He doesn't mean that, does he?" MM felt a strange sensation in her chest, and her face flushed. Even now, she still didn't know his name. But was it necessary to know? Perhaps once they left the theater, everyone would forget everything that happened, treating it like a fleeting dream. Even if they passed each other in the future, they would exchange a smile and return to their original paths. MM felt this was too cruel; she wanted to leave something behind, even if it was just his name.

"My name is Yanting. Can you tell me your name?" MM asked softly, feeling a slight pain in her chest.

Jiaming, his penis erect, was measuring MM's breasts, his glans feeling good, his mind a little hazy. He blurted out, "My name is Miaoren… Ah—! What are you doing?"

Yanting leaned over and pinched his penis hard, angrily saying, "Who asked you that? If you don't behave, I'll break this harmful thing of yours!"

"My name is Jiaming, Liu Jiaming," Jiaming hurriedly answered, clutching his penis, afraid the shrew would break it.

Yanting moved away from his lap and sat down next to him, memorizing the name. She sensed Jiaming's rapid breathing and chuckled inwardly; he seemed even more nervous than she was. She glanced at the big screen; she'd seen this movie before—The Lord of the Rings II, a 3-hour and 40-minute film, enough for her and Jiaming to have a wild time. But with everyone so nervous, how should they begin?

Jiaming was also meeting someone he'd met online for the first time, sitting there, sweating profusely, unsure what to say. For a moment, neither of them spoke, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Finally, Yanting broke the silence, asking, "Jiaming, is this your first time asking a girl out?"

"Yes, it's...my first time..." Jiaming answered honestly, his voice slightly muffled.

So he was a virgin too. Hearing that it was Jiaming's first time, Yanting felt less nervous. Seeing Jiaming's trembling, she found it amusing and wanted to tease him. She took Jiaming's hand and placed it on her lap, whispering in his ear with an indescribably seductive voice.

"Feel it, there's nothing under the skirt."

"Damn." In an instant, Jiaming felt his penis about to burst out of the tent, and his cock even hurt a little.

Yanting suppressed a laugh, gently rubbing Jiaming's big hand against her leg, her lips close to his ear as she whispered, "Want to hear me moan? You little rascal."

"Yes...yes..." Jiaming stammered.

"Call me 'sister,' and if it sounds nice, I'll do as you say."

"Sister." Jiaming said readily.

Yanting didn't expect him to be so agreeable, and bit his earlobe.

"So eager, you little rascal." Saying that, she picked up the purse beside her, took out a bottle, and handed it to Jiaming.

"What's this?" Jiaming asked, puzzled, as he took the bottle.

Yanting rested her head on Jiaming's lap, lay down on the sofa, took off her high heels, and said softly, "It's sunscreen."

Jiaming was a little confused. What did he need this stuff for in the dark movie theater? Before he could figure it out, Yanting's charming voice came again.

"Please rub some on for me, it'll feel better, maybe my sister will make a sound."

Jiaming finally understood the purpose of sunscreen; if he still didn't, he'd be a complete idiot. He quickly replied, "Okay, okay, I'll rub it on right away."

He'd only ever seen scenes of applying oil to a beautiful woman's body in Japanese anime. He'd never even considered it before; it felt like a dream. So unreal. He pinched his arm, a sharp pain shooting to his brain, and he was overjoyed. This proved he wasn't dreaming; it was all real. Jiaming quickly opened the bottle; his intuition told him that less talk and more "work" was the wise thing to do. Just as he was about to pour the oil into his palm, Yanting's voice drifted over: "Are you going to put oil on my skirt?"

"Skirt?" A huge question mark appeared in Jiaming's mind, and his hands stopped moving.

Yanting chuckled and whispered, "Silly boy, I haven't taken my clothes off... understand?"

"Oh...! Hehe... Look at my brain... I get it... I get it." Jiaming put down the bottle, reached out and touched the straps of Yanting's dress. He had already guessed that she was wearing a sundress, so it was easy to take it off. In no time, he had stripped Yanting naked. However, our young Jiaming couldn't see. In the pitch black, he could only rely on his rich imagination to create Yanting's naked body. Soon, a perfect body appeared in his mind: D-cup breasts, a tall figure, and long, beautiful legs. All of these could be found on Yanting. The only regret was that he couldn't see her face. If she had an angelic face, it would be even more perfect.

Yanting was actually very nervous. Although she had acted very generously in front of Jiaming at the beginning, she was terrified when he took off her only covering, her dress. It was her first time too. Jiaming picked up the sunscreen; he couldn't wait any longer. He wasn't shy at all. The reason he had acted weak and stammered in front of her earlier was because he didn't want to mess things up. He had been speaking cautiously, afraid that she would leave if she was unhappy. Jiaming didn't say much. One hand touched her breast, and then the other hand picked up the bottle and poured some onto Yanting's chest.

Yanting hadn't expected him to be so direct and hadn't even said a word. Before she could react, he had grabbed her breast, and she immediately felt a cool, sticky liquid flowing onto her nipples. She was truly frightened. What he had given Jiaming wasn't sunscreen, but massage oil with aphrodisiac properties, which she had specifically bought from the erotic products store that morning. Jiaming found the oil not only slippery but also incredibly comfortable to the touch. After pouring some of the sticky liquid, he began kneading Yanting's maddening breasts with both hands. The surface was smooth and slippery to the touch; only by applying more pressure and constantly moving his fingers between her breasts could he truly appreciate its size. "So big!" Jiaming couldn't help but exclaim. His hands weren't small, but they still couldn't fully grasp Yanting's impressive size. Jiaming thought of breast play; he had wanted to experience it more than once. His hands involuntarily squeezed Yanting's large breasts together.

As Jiaming moved, Yanting's body grew hotter and hotter, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. This wasn't just due to Jiaming's skillful breast-holding technique, but also the aphrodisiac effect of the massage oil. Yanting gradually began to pant. Jiaming's hands pressed tightly against her large breasts, tirelessly making circular motions. Yanting felt herself struggling to breathe under his pressure and was about to ask him to be gentler. Jiaming plunged headfirst into the mound of flesh, his mouth moving left and right, alternately sucking and licking between the two breasts. He also took the tempting nipples into his mouth, stirring them with his tongue.

Yanting, dazed, held Jiaming's head tightly against her chest, trying to stop him from moving. With

his mouth and nose blocked, and the sticky oil on his breasts, there wasn't even a sliver of air for him to breathe. He couldn't help but cup his breasts, squeezing out a slit to slide his mouth and nose inside—a rather comical sight. Yanting took a few deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling with them. Jiaming, still buried alive, accidentally inhaled some oil into his nose, making him feel even more uncomfortable, and he quickly escaped the waves.

"I'm suffocating," Jiaming said, panting heavily as he lay on Yanting's lower abdomen.

"Who... told you to... use so much force..." Yanting's breathing was uneven; she seemed genuinely annoyed by the rubbing.

"Your breasts are so alluring..." Jiaming said, then cupped her breasts and played with them, occasionally squeezing them.

Yanting, seeing him constantly playing with her breasts, asked curiously, "Jiaming, why do you like my breasts so much? You're rubbing and licking them."

"Of course, they're big..." Jiaming said exaggeratedly.

Yanting couldn't help but chuckle, secretly pleased. Women always like men to say their breasts are big, and she certainly had the assets.

"Anything else?" she pressed.

"And...and...your breasts are so big, maybe...maybe..." He touched her large breasts, his throat bobbing, but he couldn't remember what to say.

"We can have a nipple play, right?" Yanting said it for him bluntly.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Jiaming was somewhat surprised.

"I knew you were thinking of that, you little rascal. You were rubbing against me through my pants just now, weren't you, Jiaming?" Yanting patted his head.

"So, are you willing?" Jiaming grabbed her hand.

“Call me sister.”

“Sister.”

“You’re such a good boy, Jiaming.”

“Did sister agree?”

“Yes, in a little while. I’ll let you try it on in a little while, okay?” Yanting replied.

“Why in a little while? Can’t I try it on now?” Jiaming said anxiously, “Sister, I… I feel really uncomfortable right now.”

“You have to take off your clothes now. How can you try it on if you don’t take them off, silly.” Yanting flicked Jiaming’s nose, as if comforting a clueless child.

“Sister Yanting… you… I… I really like you so much.” Jiaming changed his address, sounding even more affectionate. His eyes even felt a little hot; he was moved by Yanting.

“Alright… don’t be so mushy. Get up quickly and take off your clothes like sister.” Yanting urged Jiaming off her.

After a series of rustling sounds of clothes being removed, Yanting asked, “All done?”

“Yes, all done…” Jiaming answered softly, looking a little embarrassed.

“Give me your shirt.” Yanting sat up and bent down to find her shoes. Jiaming handed her his shirt, and Yanting put on her shoes and patted the sofa next to her. "Sit here,"

Yanting said. After Jiaming sat down, Yanting said, "Jiaming, do you think your sister is lewd?"

Jiaming stood up abruptly. He said urgently, "Sister Yanting, I didn't think that way, really..."

"Sit down, Jiaming, your sister believes you." She pulled Jiaming back to sit beside her. She then said something unexpected to Jiaming.

"Jiaming, if your sister told you that I'm still a virgin, would you believe me?"

Jiaming was stunned for a moment, then answered without thinking, "I believe you, Sister Yanting. I really..."

Yanting reached out and covered Jiaming's lips, saying to the dark shadow, "Jiaming, your sister has been married for five years, do you still believe me?"

Jiaming's reaction was strange. Although Yanting's words surprised him, he didn't feel any disappointment. Jiaming only knew that Yanting was good to him, and that was enough. He held Yanting's hand, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Sister Yanting, I don't care if you're a virgin or not, that's not important..."

"Jiaming," Yanting interrupted him again.

“I’m not telling you this to prove I’m not a virgin. While I’m not exactly a virgin, I’ve never been touched by a man, not even my husband.” Yanting lovingly stroked Jiaming’s face.

“In a little while, you’ll be Yanting’s first man. Are you willing, Jiaming?”

Jiaming was a little confused, not understanding what Yanting was talking about. He was speechless for a moment.

“Jiaming, do you know why I’ve come to you?” Yanting continued stroking Jiaming.

Jiaming’s mind was a little confused, but he still said, “Why?”

“Jiaming… come closer… a little.” Yanting’s voice trembled slightly. Jiaming did as she said, snuggling closer to her. Yanting leaned on his shoulder, whispering in his ear.

“Because… because… because I… can’t take it anymore… sob…” After saying this, Yanting hugged Jiaming’s shoulders and burst into tears, her tears flowing like a river bursting its banks.

"Have you ever seen... a 28-year-old woman... sob... sob... still claiming to be a virgin?... sob... sob..." She hugged Jiaming and cried and cried, as if trying to cry out all her grievances. For so many years, through countless lonely nights, she had endured and endured, suppressing the bitterness and injustice in her heart, forcing it all down her not-so-strong inner self, afraid of being called promiscuous, she dared not confide in anyone. Yes, have you ever seen a 28-year-old virgin? 28 years old, the prime of life, who would know that she was just a woman?

Jiaming's age and life experience were insufficient for him to enter Yanting's inner world. He only vaguely understood Yanting's words. Listening to this woman's painful tears, he was at a loss. He didn't know what to do except hold her tightly. But that was enough. Yanting didn't ask for much at this moment; she just needed a not-so-broad shoulder to cry on, as long as it was broad enough not to call her promiscuous, that would be enough.

Gradually, Yanting stopped crying. She released Jiaming's shoulder with one hand, wiped her eyes, and felt much better and more relaxed. She noticed Jiaming was holding her like a wooden doll. She patted his shoulder and asked, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired at all, it's fine like this," Jiaming said casually. Actually, with their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, Yanting enjoyed the pleasure of his breasts rubbing against hers while he comforted her—a win-win situation, how could she say she was tired?

Yanting, just recovering from her pain, didn't notice anything amiss. She shifted her body slightly, still not letting go of Jiaming, but unintentionally, her large breasts rubbed against the young man's chest again, making Jiaming grin from ear to ear. Yanting felt his body trembling violently. Just as she was about to ask, something pressed against her lower abdomen. She was puzzled; what was it so hard and hot? She pressed her lower abdomen forward. Another bump, and Jiaming let out a howl… Needless to say, Yanting knew what that was. She hugged Jiaming's head and whispered, “You've really suffered, you silly boy.” She glanced at the movie. It was Lord of the Rings II, a film that lasted 3 hours and 40 minutes. She calculated the time.

“An hour and a half, we still have time.” She released Jiaming and sat down in her seat.

Jiaming asked with concern, “Sister Yanting, are you feeling any better?” Yanting

hummed in agreement, “I'm fine now.”

Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his seat, and said, “It's good that you're alright. Seeing you so sad made me feel so bad too.”

Yanting wiped his face with a handkerchief and said, “Jiaming, you're still young, don't think about those things. I just wanted to cry on your shoulder for a bit. See, I'm much better now, aren't I?”

“That's good… Sister Yanting… ah…” Just then, a smooth, soft little hand touched his already rock-hard penis.

"Wow, it's so big..." Yanting secretly admired. Although she had seen Jiaming's penis in videos, she was still shocked after her first experience. Her small hands gripped the penis tightly, but she couldn't close her fingers and couldn't hold it.

"Sister Yanting..." Jiaming trembled, feeling like he was dying of pleasure.

"It must have been hard to hold back, right?" Yanting's eyes were a little hazy. Her soft, boneless hands held the penis and began to gently stroke it.

"Ah... ooh... ooh... so good..." Jiaming trembled slightly with pleasure and couldn't help but reach out and grab Yanting's breasts.

"Want to do a nipple play? You little rascal." Yanting asked softly.

"Oh... ah... yes... yes..." Jiaming was drowsy.

Yanting stopped what she was doing, released the penis, bent down and spread Jiaming's shirt on the floor, then knelt on it and made Jiaming sit in front of her. Jiaming sat on the sofa with his legs spread apart, and Yanting knelt between his legs.

"Let's try it, see if this works." Yanting said, thrusting out her chest and leaning forward, her breasts pressing against Jiaming's large glans.

"So hot..." She hadn't really felt it when she held it in her hands, but the moment the glans touched her breast, it felt like a freshly boiled egg was pressing against her.

"What is this thing? It's so hot..." Yanting asked curiously.

"It's like this when I get hard, probably because I'm too excited, hehe..." Jiaming chuckled sheepishly. He didn't forget to push his large penis forward. Gradually, the glans rubbed against her breasts and lifted upwards, his buttocks rising and falling, rubbing against Yanting's large breasts.

Yanting knew he was struggling to hold back, so she didn't ask any more questions. She cupped his large breasts with both hands, guiding his large penis into her cleavage, quickly using her breasts to clamp around his burning hot penis. Yanting felt as if she were clamping a hot iron rod.

Jiaming's penis felt waves of softness, so wonderful he forgot himself, and he lifted his buttocks, wanting to slap it.

Yanting hurriedly said, "Don't move."

She then used her left hand to press the penis against her cleavage, and with her right hand, she picked up the massage oil beside her and poured it onto the area.

Jiaming felt the head of his penis, nestled between her breasts, was wet and sticky

. He knew Yanting had used the oil again, and felt a surge of emotion. He couldn't help but say, "Sister Yanting...you're so good to me." Yanting put down the bottle, and hearing Jiaming's words, her

eyes inexplicably welled up with tears. "Do you really think that way, Jiaming?" Yanting tightly wrapped her penis around his, her body slowly moving up and down. Jiaming's penis moved with her movements between her breasts, the viscous oil coating it.

"...Oh...of course it's true." Jiaming's penis was sticky, the sticky fluid coating feeling incredibly slippery and soft between her breasts. Jiaming's buttocks subtly began to move.

Jiaming's infatuation and his thick, hard penis made Yanting begin to lose her senses. Her body gradually began to sweat. As Jiaming's sticky penis stirred, her two plump breasts became muddy and wet. The hot penis rubbed against her, making Yanting feel her chest burning. She couldn't help but cry out.

"...Ah...ah...you...are you comfortable?...Jiaming." Having gradually become familiar with the length of his penis, Yanting increased the intensity of her movements.

"...Oh...oh...Sister Yanting...sister's moans sound so good...you finally moaned...ah..."

Jiaming was excited, leaning back on the sofa, his penis erect.

"Ah...do you like it?" Yanting cupped her breasts and rubbed Jiaming's penis.

"Ah...I like it...it feels so good..." Jiaming twisted his hips, stirring the surging waves of breasts.

Yanting was already aroused, her lustful vulva, hidden beneath the dark grass, was dripping with lustful fluid. Finally, she couldn't help but release her breasts. She said, "You little rascal... don't just think about how good you feel..."

Jiaming was in the middle of his excitement, and when he suddenly let go, he was unwilling to give up. He grabbed Yanting and kept pleading, "Sister... just a little longer... good sister... just a little while."

Yanting got up and rubbed her knees, and answered very decisively, "No!"

"Just a little while... please... sister Yanting..." Jiaming said pitifully.

"No, no, if you want to do something else..." Yanting said with a hint.

"Something else?" Jiaming was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. Even the stupidest boy wouldn't not understand the meaning of her words, otherwise he would really be beyond help.

"Sister Yanting... I can fuck you... fuck you..." Jiaming was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

"Hurry up... silly boy... carry me to the sofa... sister..." Before he could finish speaking, Jiaming picked up Yanting and put her on the sofa. Without saying anything more, he spread Yanting's legs and thrust into her. Seeing his rough movements, Yanting remembered the size of his penis and how her tight vagina could withstand such roughness. She quickly covered her opening. The glans slammed into the back of Yanting's hand, and she felt a sharp pain. Then she heard Jiaming scream,

"Ohhhhh...it's broken..." Jiaming jumped up, howling in pain.

It looked like if that thrust had landed squarely, Yanting would have been seriously injured, if not killed. Luckily, she covered herself quickly, and she patted her chest in relief. She kept complaining, "Why are you in such a hurry... It's not like I'm not going to do it for you."

"You're the one who wanted me to hurry..." Jiaming said aggrievedly, his hands tightly covering his groin.

Actually, even if Yanting hadn't covered herself, it wouldn't have been possible for him to penetrate her; Jiaming's sexual experience was limited to the porn he'd watched.This is the first time we've ever used real guns in a real battle, and we're even trying a long shot. If we manage to hit it, that would be truly unfair.

"But I didn't tell you to be so rough, who would..." Yanting thought of Jiaming's incredible thrust earlier and felt something was off. She asked suspiciously, "Jiaming, you're not a virgin, are you?"

"What, it's not working..." Jiaming was a little annoyed; he almost broke his gun on his first try, what bad luck. He

really is a virgin! Yanting was secretly delighted. No wonder he was like a wooden doll; he was a complete novice.

"Sister Yanting...you don't have a problem with virgins, do you?" Jiaming asked worriedly.

"Ah! No, no." Yanting hesitated for a moment, then quickly answered. She then asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's alright. It should still be usable." Jiaming rubbed his large penis.

"Hehe...hehe..." Yanting couldn't help but laugh, leaning over and adjusting her position on the sofa.

"Then why aren't you coming up? Virgin." Yanting's voice came, full of teasing and temptation.

Jiaming hurriedly took off his shoes and groped for Yanting's thighs in the darkness. His hand touched the base of her thighs, and Yanting trembled. Jiaming wanted to spread her thighs, but the sofa in the movie theater wasn't wide enough, unlike on a bed. Jiaming thought of scenes from pornographic films, so he simply put one of her thighs on the back of the sofa and spread the other leg outwards. This way, Yanting had one foot on the sofa, and the other leg was bent and dangling at the edge of the sofa. Her legs were wide open.

"Be gentle this time..." Yanting said, still shaken.

"Oh... okay..." Jiaming was more experienced now, and his right hand grasped his penis, pressing it against her vulva. Yanting knew it was his first time and was afraid he wouldn't find the right spot, so she reached out and guided Jiaming's penis to her vulva. The glans brushed against her labia, and both of them shuddered. Yanting realized that the terrifying thing had finally touched her forbidden area, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of tension. She adjusted her breathing and said slowly, "This is it, remember... be gentle."

"Oh... I know." After saying that, Jiaming supported his body with both hands, and his penis tentatively pushed forward, with half of the glans quietly entering.

"Ah... ah... slower..." Yanting felt the hot glans slowly squeezing into her vagina, followed by a painful swelling.

Yanting's tender vagina was already wet, and Jiaming felt his glans pressing against a plump spot. So he couldn't help but straighten his waist and push forward slowly with more force.

"It hurts... it hurts... ah..." Yanting felt it getting bigger and bigger, as if it was going to tear her apart, and she kept crying out in pain, with fluid flowing out.

The more Jiaming pushed, the more pleasurable it felt, and he kept pushing forward, making Yanting suffer unbearably and cry out in pain. Jiaming

ignored her and thrust his penis hard, feeling a sharp pain in his penis, as if the glans was being bounced out, and he couldn't even push it in.

"Ah_____!" Half of the glans was already too much for Yanting to handle. With a final, forceful thrust, Jiaming caused Yanting to feel a mix of pain, soreness, numbness, hardness, and heat in her lower body—a truly chaotic sensation.

She felt as if her very soul had been ripped away. As his glans withdrew, Jiaming, unwilling to give up, disregarded Yanting's feelings and lifted his buttocks, intending to thrust again. Yanting, terrified, turned pale and instinctively pulled back, contracting her abdomen. Jiaming wouldn't let her escape, leaning forward and pressing tightly against her wet opening. After a long struggle, Jiaming continued thrusting, Yanting retreating, but his glans remained impenetrable. Jiaming was sweating profusely, and Yanting cried out in pain. Finally, Yanting couldn't bear it any longer and pleaded, "Stop... ah... please... ah... it hurts so much."

"Good sister... bear with it for a while... I'll try again." Jiaming thrust a few more times, but still made no progress.

"Ah... ah ah... um..." Yanting gasped softly, her vaginal fluids flowing freely, yet she was also in unbearable agony. She said in a soft voice, "...Like this...ah...no...ah..." The head of his penis pressed against Yanting's wet, tender labia, the base slightly bent. Jiaming was puzzled; he didn't understand why the penises in porn films went in so easily, while his own penis just wouldn't go in no matter how hard he tried. Reluctantly, Jiaming pulled out the head and slowly swayed his body back and forth, his entire penis rubbing against Yanting's wet, plump labia, creating a rather amusing scene.

"Sister Yanting...what should we do?" Jiaming asked, frustrated.

"...Ah...ah...your thing...is too big. I...ah! ___ It's numb..."

The tip of his penis suddenly touched Yanting's sensitive clitoris, causing her to convulse, her legs shaking violently. With a sudden shudder, a small stream of warm fluid shot out, meeting the penis's erection.

Jiaming's penis felt a hot sensation, as if something had been poured over it, warm, slippery, and very refreshing. He touched it with his hand.

"Sister Yanting, you peed!" Jiaming exclaimed in surprise.

"You're the one who...peed...you little idiot...if you don't understand...don't yell like that." Yanting said breathlessly, her anger rising at the thought of that heartless little brat's relentless thrusting.

She kicked him, her beautiful leg hitting Jiaming's shoulder. He swayed back a couple of times, his fingers touching a bottle. He steadied himself, picked it up, and saw it was the sunscreen Yanting had mentioned. Remembering the slippery feeling from their earlier breast play, a sudden idea popped into his head. He grinned mischievously and said, "Hehe...Sister Yanting, I want to try it again." "Try my foot...do you want me to die...Ah—!" Yanting gasped as something touched her crotch—a bottle of massage oil. The narrow, rounded tip of the bottle was inserted into her vagina, and a stream of sticky fluid flowed in. Yanting bit her lip and cursed, "You little rascal...you're so bad..." Jiaming poured the remaining oil onto his penis, threw away the bottle, rubbed his shaft a few times, and tried to spread the oil all over the glans. Once he had enough, he stuck his sticky fingers into her vagina. His fingers slipped in smoothly along the mucus, and Jiaming was overjoyed, stirring vigorously inside.

The massage oil itself had an aphrodisiac effect, and the effect was even more pronounced when it entered the vagina. Yanting felt waves of heat wash over her, as if ants were crawling inside. With his fingers constantly stirring, her vaginal fluids flowed even more profusely. Jiaming

leaned down, supporting himself on his hands beside Yanting's face, and moved his hips to guide his penis to the entrance. He whispered in Yanting's ear, "Sister, I'm coming in..." Yanting reached out and held Jiaming's penis, her body as soft as cotton, her heart tingling with a tingling, itchy sensation, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Mmm...come in...this time I won't hide..." Encouraged, Jiaming pressed his buttocks against her soft, fleshy lips, using the lubrication of the sticky fluid to push down forcefully. His glans suddenly slid into her crevice.

Yanting felt as if struck by lightning; her voluptuous body trembled uncontrollably, her vagina swollen and on the verge of bursting. Just as she was about to cry out in pain, a large mouth suddenly sealed her cherry-like lips, a tongue forcing open her trembling teeth, teasing and probing wildly inside her mouth. The two tongues intertwined, churning the saliva until it overflowed. Jiaming

kissed her while secretly exerting force, his penis slowly pushing into her vagina, the glans rubbing against the walls of her vagina, constantly squeezing out fluid—whether it was vaginal fluid or oil—dripping incessantly from the base. Yanting endured the intense pain, desperately welcoming the glans, as if she had given up entirely.

With their combined efforts, the penis was halfway in when Yanting turned her head away from Jiaming's large mouth. She gasped for breath and asked, "How much...how much more..." Jiaming coaxed her, "Almost there, ah...just a little bit more." "Just be quick...use some force, taking it little by little like this...it's more painful than cutting flesh..." Yanting took several deep breaths, gripping the back and edge of the sofa tightly with both hands.

"Can you handle it? Don't push yourself too hard..." Jiaming asked her with concern.

"Are you out of strength?... If you feel like you can't take it anymore, just pull it out... I'll help you with my hand... okay?

" Yanting was a little unconvinced. She didn't want Jiaming to look down on her, so she provoked him with her words.

"Sister Yanting... I'll show you whether I can do it or not..." Jiaming didn't hold back his good intentions. He knelt between Yanting's legs, lifted her two fair thighs and put them on his shoulders. He withdrew his penis slightly and then used all his strength to thrust hard. With the first thrust, his penis went in more than halfway. He pulled out and thrust again, and it went in a little more... The third thrust, the fourth thrust... He thrust six times in a row and finally it was fully inserted.

Poor Yanting couldn't withstand the first thrust. She felt like she was being torn apart. She completely surrendered with the second thrust and didn't even have time to cry out. The third thrust came again, which angered Yanting. Without thinking twice, she actually raised her buttocks and rammed her big penis against him. She kept saying, "I'll teach you to be ruthless... Ah—! I'll teach you to be ruthless— Ahh!" With each thrust, she cried out in pain until her penis was fully inside. Jiaming stopped moving, but Yanting still gripped his penis tightly, startling Jiaming. Yanting only felt a tingling, numb, and burning sensation in her vagina, and the pain wasn't so bad anymore. Instead, she urged Jiaming on.

"You little rascal... Why aren't you moving... Come... Come on, let's have your older sister." Jiaming paused for a moment, then, as if receiving a royal decree, he unleashed a torrent of thrusts, his cock like a newborn calf, holding nothing back. He lifted Yanting's long legs high, pressing her knees down onto her large breasts. His cock pounded relentlessly.

"Plop—plop—plop!" Yanting's eyes rolled back, her breasts heaving. She never expected this guy to be such a novice, going straight for the big thrusts. She thought she was used to Jiaming's cock, but his relentless assault felt like her vagina was being torn apart, causing her to scream in agony.

"No…don't do this…ahhhhh…it hurts!" At this moment, Jiaming was so beautiful he didn't even know who he was anymore. He had no time to heed her pleas and continued his relentless work, grabbing Yanting's ankles and kicking his legs back, straightening them, leaning forward, and concentrating all his weight on his penis. His buttocks moved powerfully, his thick, long penis bombarding Yanting's vagina like a pointed missile.

His penis thrust in and out rapidly, and Yanting's vaginal fluids sprayed everywhere like exploding sparks. As the fluids gushed out, she gradually felt the pain lessen, replaced by waves of tingling, numb, itchy sensations. Each thrust of his penis felt like it was hitting that itchy spot, the more intense the sensation, the stronger it became. Yanting stopped crying out in pain, letting Jiaming do as he pleased. She began to moan softly in response.

"Ahhh...ahhh..." Hearing Yanting's continuous moans, Jiaming grew even more excited, occasionally pressing against her vulva and rotating his hips close to her lips.

As Jiaming rotated his hips against her vulva, Yanting felt waves of pain in her lower abdomen. Reaching down, she was shocked to find her belly bulging from the inside out from his penis, the highest point being right at her navel.

"My God! He can penetrate so deep!" Yanting exclaimed in surprise.

The pleasure in her vagina gradually intensified, and Jiaming thrust in again forcefully. Yanting convulsed, her body trembling slightly, her lower back weak. She recognized this feeling; she often masturbated, and it was a prelude to orgasm. She grabbed Jiaming's head with both hands, biting his ear.

"Ah...ah...sister's going to...going to come...faster...thrust harder..." Jiaming agreed and quickly withdrew his penis, leaving only the glans inside. Then came a series of slapping sounds, each thrust long and powerful, incredibly intense. Her

delicate vagina was repeatedly ravaged, the tingling sensation deep within her intensifying. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she cried out in ecstasy, raising her hips to meet Jiaming's penis as she gushed forth a torrent of vaginal fluid. This gushing was like a dam bursting, her body trembling uncontrollably, her legs shaking. The glans felt a

surge of heat, the rush of vaginal fluid causing an intense itching sensation throughout her body.

Jiaming was also nearing his limit, desperately thrusting one last time.

Yanting was ecstatically climaxing, her body feeling as if her bones had been removed, her muscles numb and her bones weak, utterly powerless to resist. Yet Jiaming continued his relentless, pounding thrust.

"Ah...ah...enough...enough...stop...please...ah..." Yanting pleaded weakly.

"Just...just a little longer...I'm about to cum..." Jiaming gasped, his arms spreading her two smooth, white thighs wide apart. His penis thrust in and out between her legs, spraying her juices everywhere.

Yanting wanted to beg again; she couldn't take it anymore. She opened her mouth to cry out, but suddenly felt a void inside her. Jiaming pulled out his penis. Before Yanting could even close her mouth, something wet shoved into her mouth, pushing against her throat and thrusting in and out, hitting her throat each time. Yanting felt dizzy and nauseous, making muffled noises. Suddenly, her throat tightened; the tip of that thing was stuck in her throat, followed by a rush of hot liquid. Yanting's eyes rolled back, unable to breathe, and she desperately pushed against Jiaming's buttocks with both hands. With this push, Yanting used all her strength, and the disgusting thing was finally forced out. As the glans left her mouth, a thick stream of semen spurted out with Yanting's cough.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough...ugh..." Yanting lay on the sofa, head down, coughing incessantly, tears streaming down her face. Hot semen was flowing from her nose; she had no idea how much Jiaming had ejaculated. She coughed for ages but still couldn't clear it all out.

"Cough cough...I...I'm not done with you...cough cough...I'm not finished with you..." Yanting was furious; her throat burned with pain, almost making her nauseous.

[The End]

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