Go on a mission

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That day, the team leader gave Fang Yuan a mission: to escort a female fraudster back to serve her sentence from a city in another province.

This kind of mission was easy and not very dangerous, and it was easier for a female officer to escort a female prisoner, so Fang Yuan

was chosen. Of course, a male officer was also needed to accompany her, and after much deliberation, I was selected. I was overjoyed, but outwardly I had to pretend to be completely obedient.

We boarded the train, and since it was reimbursed by the company, we opted for a soft sleeper. The compartment had two berths, and the conditions were quite good and clean. The train rumbled off, and it was already completely dark. We sat in the compartment, laughing and joking.

Our relationship had been going on for over six months now, and due to our busy work schedules, we rarely had time alone together, let alone like this in a room. Of course, I wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.

I pulled her into my arms, and she sat on my lap. I kissed her lips, my hands tracing her slender waist. Our lips remained intertwined, and she let her small tongue suckle the passion he gave her. Without me noticing, my hands, which had been around her waist, had moved upwards, wantonly caressing her breasts. My fingertips played a soft melody, flowing over her full breasts through her clothes, circling towards the highest peaks.

I turned off the lights in the private room, and moonlight occasionally filtered through the birch trees along the roadside. I slowly removed her outer garments, one by one. Unveiling her white bra, her beauty was revealed.

When our passionate lips ceased their entanglement, I buried my face in her chest, greedily and unrestrainedly. From her chest to her armpits to her lower abdomen, to her waist, I left behind patches of lip prints.

The lights were off, but her snow-white skin, illuminated by the moonlight, was as smooth and delicate as silk. When I reached inside her pants, her private parts were already flowing with moisture. She squeezed her legs together, struggling to resist the passion of my hands.

"You've never said you love me, have you?" she murmured, her voice pleading. "I love you," I had never said it. In this moment of burning desire, I knew nothing more than those three words. "I love you too, Yang, I love you so much," she said, opening her half-closed eyes and gazing at me tenderly.

I gently touched the tip of her vulva with my fingers, which were inside her panties, eliciting a soft gasp. A warm current, like raindrops, gushed forth, flowing freely from her skin. She bit my neck and shoulders passionately, afraid to make any suggestive sounds. I traced small circles with my fingers, trying to see if she could hold on.

"I want..." she whispered, and I wanted it too. It wasn't just about releasing desire; it was a longing, a yearning for our hearts and bodies to be intimately united.

I buried my face in her chest, kissing her passionately. The blush on her breasts hardened slowly under my tongue. I freed my hands and began removing the clothes that stood between us—one, two, three, four… some mine, some hers.

Finally, we were naked before each other, though we couldn't see clearly, the haze only made it more alluring. Inadvertently, our most intimate places brushed against each other; so smooth, so hot. Each time we made an unintentional touch, her fingers on my back would tighten.

A burning sensation spread between my legs; the unintentional contact had caused my desire to linger in the small depression before my paradise.

Pushing forward slightly, the heat intensified, and her fingers gripped even tighter.

Pushing further, I felt her tightly clenched folds being gradually stretched open. "So tight…" Though the flow was gentle, penetration was difficult. The nest of desire struggled against the intrusion. "Does it hurt?

" I asked, looking at her furrowed brow. She nodded helplessly, then shook her head. Finally, I was completely inside her. "Ah... gently... slowly," she cried. I stopped, kissing her, a feeling of love, a fusion of our being, swirling in my heart. The private passage of her paradise trembled intermittently. It gripped the intruder, then released; gripped, then released. "Oh..." Her facial expression slowly returned to normal from its contortion. She breathed a soft sigh, opened her eyes, and looked at me tenderly. The feeling was blissful and sweet.

"I want to possess her..." The thought that kept surging in my mind, pumping back and forth, from gentle to violent.

Mixed with the "clatter...clatter..." of a train on the tracks, I pumped rhythmically. The sound was so intensely stimulating.

I curled her knees up and pressed them against my chest. I pulled gently, yet thrust deeply, all the way to the deepest part.

"Ah..." She couldn't hold back any longer and cried out. A surge of heat welled up from the depths of Peach Blossom Spring, and I, pressing against the entrance of her life-giving sanctuary, unleashed wave after wave of molten passion, endless and boundless. We embraced, panting, I gently stroked her hair, gazing at her, so blissful! I love you, Yuanyuan! Passion, so intense, so lingering.

Her snow-white legs were wrapped around my waist, unwilling to let go. I gently caressed her thighs, long and shapely, without a single flaw. My greedy gaze lingered, unable to leave. Her

beautiful thighs rose, forming a perfect arc with her serpentine waist. Greedily looking upwards, moonlight spilled onto her full breasts, two small blushes adding to the room's allure. That was the place that so many men dreamt of!

Her slender neck connected to men's dreams, to her celestial face. Her delicate chin, her slightly moist lips, were where my passion lingered. A few beads of sweat glistened on her small nose, reflecting the moonlight. Her deep, bright eyes seemed to speak volumes, holding a deep affection. We lay embraced on the bed, a chill passing through us. She quickly took out tissues and gently wiped the red and white fluid from her lower body, carefully wiping me as well. Then, she gently pulled the blanket over us.

"This isn't your first time, is it?" she suddenly asked. I was flustered; I hadn't expected her to ask me that. "Yes," I answered. "Who did it with before?" "My ex-girlfriend, we broke up two years ago." "Oh..." She took a deep breath, seemingly neither angry nor jealous.

But the more she acted this way, the more I felt pity for her. "I probably didn't understand love before, it was just a moment of impulse..." "No need to say anything," she said, pulling me closer. I couldn't say anything more, staring blankly at the moon outside the window.

[The End]

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