A leisurely afternoon

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The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, bathing me in its warmth.

Leaning against a tree trunk, I sat on the lawn, novel in hand. I let out a long sigh.

"Ah, so comfortable. Nobody bothers me. I can read in peace." Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep in the warm sunlight.

"Ah, ah, no… be gentle, ah!!"

The moans beside me grew louder, accompanied by soft popping sounds. "So annoying! Can't I even read in peace?" I angrily opened my eyes, turning my head to see who was disturbing my sleep.

Turning around, I froze.

I was surrounded by bushes, offering a clear view of the outside world. My small stature made me less noticeable.

Outside the bushes,

a girl in a school uniform had her skirt lifted high. Leaning against a tree, her collar wide open, revealing a large expanse of white skin, her large breasts bouncing with the forceful thrusts of the man on top of her.

Her exposed skin was covered in red welts, her bright red nipples swollen to the size of cherries, her delicate face flushed, her eyes slightly open. She was already in a semi-conscious state, one leg lifted and placed on her waist by the man, her sexy black lace thong hanging on her leg, a few strands of saliva sliding down her fair thigh.

"Ah, ah, I...I...can't...anymore, have mercy on me, ah!" The man interrupted the girl's moans with a heavy blow.

"Tell me, is it good to fuck your cunt? Ah!" He lifted her buttocks and slammed her down.

I stared dumbfounded at everything in front of me.

I was positioned diagonally opposite the direction from which the man's penis was entering and exiting, and because of the angle, I couldn't see the man's face. Although I couldn't see the girl's petals clearly, I could clearly see his purplish-black penis.
The veins throbbed on the penis, which was swallowed by the girl's petals in an instant, then almost completely withdrawn. The penis, as thick as a child's arm, couldn't be fully inserted into her petals. The two balls, the size of tennis balls, swayed violently, slapping against the girl's genitals with a loud slapping sound.

The man's shirt was half-open, revealing his sexy collarbone. He was dressed neatly, and if it weren't for the unzipped trousers, no one would have guessed he was engaged in such erotic acts—wild sex.

The penis skillfully moved in and out, white foam splashing everywhere,

filling the air with a lewd atmosphere.

A hot sensation spread from her lower body. Although she tried to remain unaffected, her highly sensitive body, honed through training, couldn't remain indifferent to such a chaotic scene.

She involuntarily imagined the feeling of such a huge penis penetrating her body; she wanted it.

She gently squeezed her legs together, a tingling pleasure spreading from her lower body—not enough. Still not enough. She longed for a huge penis to thrust in hard. To fuck her pussy hard.

My lower body became damp. The man's enormous penis moved in and out in front of me, glistening with the girl's vaginal fluids.

My mouth suddenly felt dry; I longed to take his large penis into my mouth, to fill my nostrils with his distinctive musky scent and conquer me. It was so uncomfortable.

My nipples hardened. The man gripped the woman's large breasts tightly, squeezing them forcefully. I quietly raised my hand and pinched my nipple, stroking my clitoris in rhythm with the man's thrusts.

My soft clitoris was being squeezed hard in my hand, a tingling, numbing pleasure spreading throughout my body. The sounds of the man's thrusts and the woman's unconscious moans made me even more restless, and vaginal fluids slowly flowed from my lower body.

"You slut, you just need to be fucked."

"Ah, please... harder... fuck me... fuck me to death."

"Tell me, are you a slut, are you a whore?"

The man's magnetic voice was like an aphrodisiac, making my lower body overflow with lustful fluids. I couldn't help but want to moan softly, but because there were people around, I had to endure it, which was extremely painful.

Simple finger kneading couldn't satisfy my rising desire at all. My nipples were hard and itchy, yearning for someone to knead them desperately.

I had never masturbated before and didn't know how to please myself. My whole body was burning hot, and my eyes gradually became wet. Afraid of being discovered by the man, I could only make small movements. I had been pampered since I was a child. When had I ever experienced such torment? My desires could not be released. Every second was torture for me. I was too embarrassed to rush out like this. I could only try to minimize my presence, on the one hand, to avoid being discovered, and on the other hand, to satisfy my desires. Every second felt like an eternity.

I don't know how long it was before the voice in my ears finally disappeared. I stumbled to my feet. My legs were numb from holding the same position for so long. My pink panties were soaked with vaginal fluid, and my body was covered in bits of grass. My skirt was wrinkled. After straightening myself, I picked up my novel and awkwardly walked away. I didn't dare look back; even a fool could guess the grass I'd lain on must have been glistening.

Emerging from the quiet grove, the warm sunlight bathed me. My cheeks were flushed; I reassured myself that others would probably just think it was from the sun.

Since everyone was probably busy with their lunch break, the campus wasn't crowded. I quickened my pace, wanting only to get back to my little haven. I would never go back to that grove again. I thought to myself, secretly annoyed.

A boy walked towards me. He had

wheat-colored skin. A few strands of hair fell unruly across his face. His eyes were slightly upturned. Instead of a coquettish expression, she exuded a sinister aura; her icy gaze sent chills down my spine. One ear was adorned with numerous earrings and studs, while the other wore a cross-shaped earring. She wore a silver-gray shirt under a vest, the shirt half-open, revealing her sexy collarbone and muscular chest. One hand was in her pocket. A thick silver chain extended from her trousers to her waist, jingling with each step.

Who was this man? The leader of the academy's most notorious underground gang, Mo Ze. Such a powerful figure was worlds apart from an insignificant girl like me.

Mo Ze frowned upon seeing me, his expression authoritative without anger.

I quickly slipped into a secluded teaching building and entered the girls' restroom.

Standing before the mirror, I tidied my face, my cheeks flushed, tears welling in my eyes—a picture of resignation.

As expected, hurried footsteps approached.

I turned and

saw Mo Ze standing before me, the icy demeanor vanishing. Only a gentle expression remained on his face, though anxiety lingered between his brows.

"Baby. What's wrong?" Mo Ze gently embraced me, asking in a low voice.

"It hurts," I said, looking at him with a wronged expression. It's all this jerk's fault for making my body so sensitive; otherwise, how could this be?

I grabbed his hand and placed it on my genitals. Mo Ze immediately understood. Without asking why, he squatted down and tilted his head back. He lifted one of my legs and pulled down my already soaking wet panties. He sucked on my vulva. His

soft tongue glided skillfully over my vulva, meticulously exploring every crease, overflowing with tenderness. My feelings of grievance and sadness vanished under the gentle caress of his tongue.

I grabbed his soft black hair with one hand and stroked my swollen breasts with the other. I tilted my head back and groaned, "Ah... Ah!" A heavy thrust of his tongue penetrated deep into my vulva, and I felt a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out. I blushed deeply with shame. Intense pleasure surged through me, my legs trembled slightly, and I could barely stand.

"Good girl... enjoy it... no... concentrate." A muffled male voice came from below, the hot breath from his voice causing my petals to tremble incessantly, the warmth reaching deep into my heart. My petals grew increasingly agitated, and nectar gushed out like a tap turned on.

"Hehe..." A sexy, indulgent laugh came from below. His tongue trembled rapidly, sometimes stimulating my clitoris, sometimes delving into the inner walls to lightly lick around it. Sometimes it moved in and out like a penis, attacking my G-spot. A pair of slender hands climbed up my buttocks, gently kneading and sliding along my cleft. A ticklish, tingling sensation spread throughout my body from where I was being touched. The pleasure of having my buttocks gently stimulated by my beloved was far beyond what I could achieve by touching myself.

I loved being licked so gently, so my dear Moze didn't immediately attack my genitals with his enormous penis. Of course, there were other reasons too, because... I won't tell you, you'll find out later.

Under Moze's superb tongue stimulation, my legs could no longer support my weight, and I almost leaned against the sink. The cool sink stimulated my skin, creating a contrast of ice and fire with the high temperature inside my body, further stimulating my intense pleasure.

"Ah... Ah... No, there... No, ah!" A seductive moan escaped my lips. Every time I heard my own moan, I couldn't believe my ears. Could such a captivating sound really come from me? And for Mo Ze, my moans were the best aphrodisiac. Each time, he would drive me to the point of collapse, my voice hoarse, before he would stop.

This once-powerful figure, arrogant and unruly in public, with no one daring to challenge him, was now humble, performing oral sex on himself. He didn't question why his beloved was so aroused, focusing solely on pleasing him. A strange pleasure emanated from him, causing his nectar to flow more and more abundantly. Suddenly,

a powerful suction came from my lower body. "Ah..." A surge of intense pleasure erupted, a gush of nectar gushed out, a flash of white light before my eyes, my mind went blank, and I could no longer stand. My legs gave way, my body swayed, and I collapsed to the ground.

A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me forcefully towards his chest. His firm pectoral muscles pressed against my swollen breasts, a tingling pleasure causing me to groan again—it felt so good. The other hand continued its tireless, gentle gliding along my buttocks.

Before me, Mo Ze's hair was disheveled, no longer the handsome figure he had been, but the dishevelment revealed a strong allure. A few strands of saliva clung to the corners of his mouth, and there were several wet spots on his face. His dark eyes were filled with doting affection and desire, his eye sockets slightly red. In his bright, sparkling eyes, I saw my own intoxicated expression, my flushed cheeks, my slightly parted, luscious lips, red and tempting, making me want to hold him in my arms and cherish him.

The honey-like fluid on Mo Ze's face rekindled my recently subsided desire.

"You little rascal, get off me now."

I smiled mischievously, tilted my head back, and gently licked the honeyed nectar from his face, swallowing his saliva with my tongue, our lips and tongues intertwining. One hand unbuckled his belt. Reaching inside his genitals, I saw his smooth buttocks, his lean muscles, and my fingers deftly slid forward, finding a small metal lock above his large penis.

I smiled sweetly.

Ahem. Seeing that a male chastity belt is being used, some readers actually said that my handsome male lead is a bottom, sigh. A bottom is so unchallenging. This is called fun, think about it. Such an arrogant and unrestrained figure would actually wear a chastity belt just to make you happy, wow. Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter. Using a chastity belt is not a sign of weakness, it's a sign of loving your wife. And I even wrote it in the title of the article. SM, the chastity belt is the SM I'm talking about. There will be more SM male lead scenes later. Of course. It's all very mild. I've always insisted that SM is for the pleasure of the submissive, not for abuse.

I gently shook the cold little lock. Playfully, I moved my hand down, the cold metallic texture tingling from my fingertips. I playfully stroked Amo's swollen penis through the gaps in the cage; it was so swollen that soft flesh was squeezing out from the gaps in the stainless steel wire. I tenderly stroked the steaming hot penis.

Ignoring the fact that my legs hadn't recovered their strength, I broke free from Amo's arms and knelt on his sneakers. I pulled on the belt, but the passion had just subsided, and my fingers were still a little weak, completely unresponsive; the more I tried, the harder it became to untie. A slender hand gently stroked my hair. Slowly, softly. Gently, it calmed my panicked heart.

Pouting, she looked up at A-Mo with a pitiful expression, "A-Mo... help me..."
A slight smirk played on her lips; even though she was burning with desire, her handsome charm remained undiminished. Her deep eyes were fixed on me, her eyes slightly red from lust, and an intense love emanated from them, making my whole body burn. The usually dignified Mo-Da in front of others was wearing the chastity belt I had personally locked for him, suppressing his desires. Thinking of this made me feel exceptionally sweet. My lower body involuntarily began to secrete fluid.

A-Mo gently kneaded my burning cheeks, softly coaxing, "It's okay, don't rush, it's alright." He quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, and his jeans hung halfway down his hips, revealing his bright red penis, which was firmly locked in its cage, and the strong musky scent of his manhood wafted towards me.

The chastity belt on Amo was a standard everyday size, made of stainless steel wire coiled into the shape of a penis, with many open sections, especially a circular hole at the glans for urination. At the base of the penis, a ring securely connected it to the base of the testicles. This type of chastity belt, covering only the front half, was perfect for everyday wear, with little excess material tightly confining Amo's genitals. Even in summer, when wearing a swimsuit, it was indistinguishable.

At this moment, the chastity belt was diligently performing its task, firmly binding Amo's penis. Amo's penis was already much larger than average, and the chastity belt was a specially made large size. Even when not erect, it was already completely stuffed, without a single gap, and now it was even squeezing out from the gaps in the cage.

Heavy breathing came from above, and the hand that had been stroking my hair stopped, gripping my hair. I knew Amo couldn't hold back any longer.

From my tattered collar, I pulled out a necklace pendant—a silver cross. At first glance, it looked no different from the cross on Amo's ear. But upon closer inspection, you could see the subtle serrated marks on the cross around my neck.

With a soft click, the lock opened. I skillfully removed the birdcage.

The long-restrained penis sprang out, slapping against my face with a "smack." Before I could even examine the marks left by the birdcage, a tremendous force pulled me up from the ground.

"Ah!..."

Without any warning, the enormous penis slammed straight into my vaginal walls. Although I had already ejaculated once and was now aroused again, my undigested vaginal walls still felt a tearing pain when faced with Amo's penis, comparable to that of a muscular Western man. No matter how many times we did it, my vagina remained as tight as the first time.

Normally, Amo would carefully dilate me before entering, but this time he was really pent up and it hurt, so he didn't care anymore.

My legs were lifted up by Amo and wrapped around his waist, tightly gripping his lean waist. One hand supported my buttocks, the other wrapped around my back, and I hung on him.

Without any pause, Amo thrust heavily into my petals. With a "pop," he was fully inside me

for a long time...

After the passion subsided, the air was filled with the scent of bodily fluids from lovemaking. It was intoxicating.

I leaned limply against Amo's chest, letting him straighten my clothes, his nimble fingers dancing over my body. Soon, Amo smoothed out my disheveled clothes, leaving me clean and refreshed.

Playfully, I drew circles on Amo's open chest, the hard muscles wet. The sexy tan was alluring. My brown nipples, which I had just pinched, were flushed slightly.

"Amo, you don't care about me at all..." I whined, playing with his long, slender fingers.
His warm lips gently pressed against my forehead. "My dear Xiaoyu, you can't just falsely accuse me like that," his magnetic voice softly whispered in my ear.

The deafening music pounded in my ears, and bursts of cheers erupted from the crowd. Men and women swayed wildly on the dance floor, reveling in their youth.

Against this lively backdrop, I stood alone in the crowd, surrounded by many people, yet feeling utterly alone. I watched Mo Ze surrounded by a group of women, each with their own unique charm, caressing him.

I tried to hold back my tears, but my vision blurred.

The pain on my face hadn't subsided; it burned, the pain reaching my very heart. I thought this was the worst pain, but I realized that nothing could compare to the passionate kiss he was giving the woman on his lap. My heart was numb.

I stared blankly, thinking, "Cry, don't hold back anymore." This was the last time I would cry for him, the last time I would grieve for him. From now on, we would be strangers. I would etch this scene deeply into my heart. I would forever remember how he had buried our love with his own hands.

Gently touching the handprint on my face, my eyes blurred with tears. I gently curved my lips into a smile.

Do you remember how you loved it when I smiled like this? Well then, in the very last moment, I smile for you. Do you remember how your hands once caressed me? Do you remember how you once said you would spoil me forever?

Even if the handprint fades, I will forever remember what you said and did today.

Mo Ze. Please remember, it wasn't me who abandoned our relationship; you abandoned me first.

You threw away the treasure you once held dear like trash, trampling my heart like this.
This is the last time I'll cry for you. I truly, truly love you.

Passing crowds looked at me with strange eyes. A girl, crying and laughing, her cheeks swollen, wearing a disheveled school uniform, stood on the stage. I think they must have never seen someone as ridiculous as me before.

This is the most pathetic day I've ever had.

From today onwards, I bid farewell to innocence.

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