Real sex with a 19-year-old girl

She was a girl from Sanming, Fujian, and I've never forgotten her all these years.

She worked as a cake decorator in a bakery, and I was a cake technician. I provided technical support to her shop,
which meant supplying ingredients and developing products for the clients. Those of us in this industry know that we travel all over the country for
work, and it's common to meet girls who work with clients. Because there are many women working as sales clerks and cake decorators in this industry
, and most of them aren't highly educated but are very honest, they often admire us technicians.
So, similar incidents are quite frequent. I'll share more about her
experiences when I have the chance.

She was a voluptuous girl, quite well-developed at 19. She had a perky bottom and fair skin.
She looked a bit simple-minded, but after we had sex, I realized that this type of girl has a particularly
strong sex drive. She was 1.6 meters tall and weighed a little over 100 pounds, so although voluptuous, she didn't look fat at all. What attracted me most
were her lips—pouty, and remarkably similar to Shu Qi's (after sleeping with her, I'm absolutely convinced that Shu Qi's
lips are the type of lips that indicate a slutty woman).

I'd worked for this place a few times, and we were all quite familiar with each other. I could clearly sense everyone's affection for me
. The story happened when their new shop opened. Everyone was busy almost all night. Since I was a long-term client, I
was staying at the owner's house, but because of the opening rush, the owner gave me a room. That day, after the opening, I slept in comfortably.
When I woke up, it was past 9 a.m. The weather in Fujian in June is very hot. I had the air conditioning on and was looking at
the bright sunlight outside the window when I suddenly felt a surge of desire. My morning erection was rock hard. I stretched and went to take a
shower. After showering, I had a strong urge to find a woman, and I thought of her, determined to get her. I
called her: "Hello, Cheng Huan?"

"Yes. Teacher Zhang, did you rest well? You must be exhausted from yesterday?" Her voice on the phone was sweet and
coquettish, with a Fujian accent.

"I'm fine. How about you? Didn't you rest? You must be exhausted too?"

"I was busy today. I just made a few cakes and I'm so sleepy. Sister Yang will cover for me later..."
She finished speaking and let out a long yawn.

My heart skipped a beat. I really wanted to call her over right now, but I was worried she wouldn't come, after all, she's such a young
girl. I wanted to be on the safe side.

"Oh. I'll come to the shop and check on things. Wait for me!"

When I arrived at the shop, it was a complete mess. She had already taken off her work clothes and changed.
Today she was wearing a sleeveless short dress, white with a light floral pattern. The silk was very thin, and in bright light,
you could see the shadow of her underwear. Her upper body was tightly bound by the dress, and her breasts bounced prominently
in front of me. She was busy too, sometimes helping to sell things. When she bent over, you could see her cleavage,
and from behind, you could see the outline of her underwear, tugging at half of her buttocks, making them bulge and quite arousing.

Taking advantage of these opportunities to help, I would intentionally or unintentionally touch her, and she didn't seem to notice. Actually,
we had a lot of such intentional or unintentional physical contact over the course of several days of work. I don't know if she didn't think much of it, or if
she felt it was nothing at her age, or perhaps she trusted me. In any case, we laid the foundation for physical contact.

By the way, I was 30 years old at the time. My job required me to travel frequently. I
wasn't tall, only 1.65 meters, and my appearance was average, but I gave off a steady and reliable feeling. Because of
my good skills, clients liked me, and I was dedicated to my work, maintaining good relationships with them. Some bosses,
wanting to provide better service, often treated the technicians to lavish parties, but I never went with clients to prostitutes, so I
had a good reputation, and the female employees of the clients all liked me. They respected me and called me "teacher." Actually
, men all have strong desires, but I don't want to do things blindly without feeling anything. Occasionally, I might choose a prostitute for
a different experience, but most of the time I prefer to be with women I feel a connection with, so we can both create beautiful memories.

Cheng Huan and I were both busy until the early hours of the morning. I went to sleep, but she was still working overtime. So, her beautiful
face couldn't hide a trace of weariness. Her big eyes were also half-closed, somewhat hazy, as if she were slightly drunk. She
looked especially endearing.

"Go and rest!" I said sincerely. At that moment, it was just a feeling of pity. I felt
that this young woman was really working hard.

"Yeah, I am a little tired!" She stretched. Suddenly, I noticed sparse but
thick black armpit hair under her armpits. Girls here don't shave like girls in big cities. Instead, it gives off a primal sexiness
.

The impulse in my heart surged again. The sunlight shone on the lovely Cheng Huan, and for a moment I was in a daze,
suddenly remembering the sunlight in the hotel just now, when I only had a fleeting thought of holding her in my arms. I wanted this tired
girl to sleep soundly in my arms. And clearly, I felt a reaction in my lower body
. It quietly hardened. Afraid of being seen, I slipped my hand inside my pants and subtly adjusted
the erection, so it wouldn't be noticed.

"Let's go for a walk!"

"Okay!" She glanced at me, her eyes filled with affection.

We walked out of the shop. After a few steps, I said to her, "Want to go back to the dorm to sleep?"

"I was so tired just now, but I don't feel sleepy anymore!" Youth is wonderful.
The warm breeze of early summer gently caressed her long, flowing hair, its thick black strands shimmering like satin in the sunlight
. We were very close; she exuded a youthful charm.

"Let's sit in my room for a while, it's just up ahead!" I asked tentatively.

"I know, it's on XX Street up ahead, the boss always arranges for the drivers to stay there. Is it
alright?" Our conversation was always so unguarded. I felt comfortable.

"It's alright, there's air conditioning! Your dorm must be so hot!"

"Oh." There was neither rejection nor agreement, but an unspoken understanding. We headed towards the hotel.

When we arrived, I noticed she had distanced herself from me. I pretended not to notice and continued walking, listening to
her soft footsteps.

Entering the room, I closed the door. I offered her a seat. It was a standard room, so she could only sit on the bed. I poured her
some water.

"Your room is very clean!" she said, noticing my neatly folded clothes. I'm always tidy,
unlike some of my male colleagues who leave their socks and underwear lying around.

"Oh, it's alright!"

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching TV. The air conditioner was blowing cold air quickly, and she probably felt a bit chilly; she hugged her shoulders
and touched her arms. I sat down on the bed opposite her. Seeing her like this, I came over and
adjusted the air conditioner temperature, then sat down next to her.

Suddenly, I felt so warm and cozy. I turned to look at her; she was quietly watching TV. For a moment, I felt
like it was just the two of us in the world. A voice inside me told me that two hearts needed comfort. I gazed at
her for a while. Her long, loose hair fell across her pretty face, obscuring her fair complexion . I reached out and brushed her long
bangs aside. My fingers touched a tenderness that stirred my heart. She remained quiet,
saying nothing, and quietly closed her eyes…

I gently lifted her head, her small face. My hands could almost touch her soft
hair and gentle chin. I saw her gently closed eyes, her long eyelashes curled, her cherry-like pouts round
and full, trembling slightly, her lips clearly defined as if speaking. When my lips touched hers, she
gently parted them, and my tongue slipped inside. As I kissed her, her tongue moved in sync with mine, and her hands
gripped . I reached behind her, first touching the outline of her bra, and a hand's width below
the straps was the zipper of her dress. As I unzipped it, she gently arched her back, her
soft breasts brushing against my arm, making it tingle, as if slowly melting.

I pulled away from her lips, my hands slipping down her dress by her shoulders, revealing her white shoulders, so rounded
, so soft and supple to the touch. That day she wore a white bra, but it was thin cotton; I
understood, because her magnificent breasts didn't need any padding, her white breasts mostly exposed
. I removed her dress, revealing her white panties, also white cotton, with a slightly
dark . The excitement I felt at that moment was overwhelming. As she undressed me, she gently cooperated,
occasionally opening her hazy eyes slightly. Suddenly, my heart was filled with complex emotions. I wouldn't call myself a perfect man, but I
was definitely not a promiscuous scoundrel. I had a wonderful wife, and we loved each other deeply. But I couldn't resist
the loneliness that washed over me when I was alone and craved desire. Back then, I never went to a prostitute;
I took care of myself when the need arose. I also fantasized about having a gentle body to comfort me, but I was afraid of hurting someone else.
People born in the 70s often struggle with such feelings. For a moment, I was in a daze, but not a daze of desire, but
a struggle of conviction. I suddenly felt a shrinking sensation—I wasn't
as In fact, after several days of contact, I could feel our mutual attraction. Yet, I couldn't help but struggle internally;
the feeling of tenderness overwhelmed everything. I felt that sex wasn't something I could exclusively enjoy at this moment. She seemed to sense the brief pause
, opening her eyes to look at me, our eyes meeting in that instant. I'll never forget those few seconds. It seemed she
was telling me silently, as if she were saying, "I know your heart." Then she closed her eyes again, quietly leaning against
my arm.

Subconsciously, even though I had no physical desire, I suddenly thought about how to
comfort each other. At that moment, I didn't want to think about anything else, only to caress her tightly. Even without sex,
it didn't matter! My hands unhooked her bra. The TV was on in the room, and I could still hear the
snapping sound. The bra popped open, revealing most of her breasts, and I saw her chest heaving. The
moment I touched her breasts, a jolt of electricity coursed through my body, accompanied by a surge of emotion. I took off her
bra, and her breasts sprang free. I cupped them in my hands, holding them close, and saw
the nipples of a young girl, so tiny, only about the size of a soybean, bearing the mark of youth. But her breasts were large,
allowing me to truly see the face of a young girl and the figure of a mature woman. Her breasts were round, large, full, and firm, taking up a large proportion of her
slender upper body—a beauty I had never seen before.

I didn't linger; my hands slid down her smooth skin to her waist to remove her small panties
. They came off easily, the skin feeling taut. Her pubic hair was exposed, a few sparse strands like
paint on her skin, revealing a clear mons pubis. Her buttocks were full and plump, exuding a maternal
aura. I parted her legs; I longed to see her vulva. When I parted her legs, I had never
seen such a beautiful vulva—slightly plump labia majora, but almost hairless. They were tightly closed
, forming a slit. I parted the labia majora and was surprised to find her already wet; I hadn't expected her to react
so strongly. Suddenly, I longed to enter her.

I took off my own clothes, but there was no sign of an erection. I started kissing her,
kissing and caressing her all over. The strongest feeling I got was how tight her skin was, so taut and
supple, as if it would burst with moisture if I pinched it. Every time I pressed it, I could feel the skin bounce back –
the unique skin of a young girl.

She seemed to notice my reaction, but kept her eyes closed, pretending not to know.

I stood by the bed, pulled her legs apart, and took my uncooperative penis to touch that wet
sanctuary. The head of my penis touched her secretions, feeling warm. I rubbed the head of my penis incessantly,
and she let out a dreamlike moan, so real, without any pretense or pretense. The rubbing made my penis
hard, but not very firm yet. I tried to insert it, parting her labia minora, and found that her vulva was
so small, only the size of a bean, yet incredibly pink and moist, while her clitoris was clearly erect, glistening and
clean. It was about the size of a bean. I suddenly remembered her nipple and started sucking on it. Her little bean was already hard
, and it felt incredibly pleasurable as it touched my tongue. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, and her moans grew stronger
. They were soft, like panting, and she made indistinct "ah ah" sounds.

I stopped and touched her clitoris. She visibly trembled and let out
a clear moan. I used my semi-erect penis to penetrate her vagina. It went in a little, but the fluid kept increasing
. Her vaginal fluid seemed to be an aphrodisiac; it didn't take long for me to become fully erect. Only then did I realize
my heart wasn't beating as fast as before. After all, this was my first time having sex with a virgin. Maybe
it was nervousness! I finally entered her vagina. It was tight and hot, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, with a
feeling of being tightly gripped. I started thrusting. Her moans were lovely, like they were innate, accompanied by a flushed face.
I could see her chest heaving, her lips sometimes slightly parted, sometimes tightly closed. Her warm vagina enveloped
my penis, giving me immense pleasure. Within two or three minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I didn't
want to leave her alluring body so soon. But my body told me I was about to give in. Suddenly
, I saw the camera I had on the bedside table. I wanted to preserve this moment; I knew that one day we would only
have this moment in our memories.

She noticed me taking pictures and suddenly grabbed the blanket to cover her face. I frantically took pictures, my penis
continuing to thrust, and her moans grew louder. I looked at my penis, covered in her wet,
lustful fluid, while her vagina continued to secrete. I had never experienced anything like this before. Suddenly, I remembered
the saying that women are made of water, so I held the camera in one hand to take pictures of her, and with the other hand, I stroked her skin, as if trying to
squeeze out the water. My hands were filled with her taut, elastic skin, and I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body
. The pleasure arrived as expected, and I felt myself about to ejaculate. I withdrew my penis, ejaculating white semen
onto her belly, a few drops clinging to her pubic hair. Yet, I still didn't want to end our intimacy. I rubbed my penis against her
abdomen, smearing the last drop of semen onto her pubic hair and clitoris.

She lifted the covers, and I pulled her into bed.

"Why did you take these pictures?" she asked gently, nestled against me.

"I…" I hesitated, unsure how to explain, "I wanted to preserve beautiful memories with you!"

"There's no need to keep these! Delete them!" she said quietly.

She made it impossible for me to refuse. Reluctantly but obediently, I deleted the photos. I showed them to her as I deleted them.
I told her, "You're so beautiful." She laughed and said, "How embarrassing…" without looking, burying her head in my chest.
I deleted the photos and started chatting with her.

Suddenly she asked me, "Teacher Zhang, are you... are you married?" in a very soft voice.

"Yes!" The genuine affection and simple beauty I felt filled my heart with immense emotion once again
.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I had liked her for a long time. I was always
especially happy when working with her; she always took the initiative to get me meals and pour me tea, taking great care of me. Sometimes I wondered if she was
a virgin, secretly envying the man who got her. Although we were very tight, there was no bleeding, so I knew it
wasn't her first time. But her body, which became wet at the slightest touch, still surprised me. "Yes!"

"Is...?"

"My family found him for me in my hometown in the countryside!" she said softly. She didn't speak for a while, then suddenly
her voice rose, a little excited. "There are mountains where I live, they're so beautiful! Teacher Zhang, come visit us next time
! I'll take you there."

"Okay. I'll miss you!"

She fell silent again, nestled her head in my arms. Soon after, soft snoring filled the air. I was so tired. I
looked at her in my arms. A sliver of light shone through the slightly open curtains, illuminating her smooth, naked body
. I stroked her with one hand, kissing her intermittently, feeling the love that a young girl was giving me.

The air conditioner made her skin a little cool, so I covered her with a blanket, worried she might catch a chill. I helped her lie down
, and looking at the blanket, I suddenly remembered her naked body, and the feeling I had when I woke up this morning. Like a dream,
a dream from this morning, and now I was truly holding her beauty in my arms. I pulled
back the blanket. She was lying flat on her back, her legs slightly parted. I couldn't resist, so I knelt down beside her and kissed her long eyelashes. She was sleeping soundly. One hand caressed her
breast, the other too large to fully grasp. Suddenly, I felt jealous of her boyfriend, wanting to hold her all the time.
I gently licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue, feeling her clitoris miraculously harden. I kept kneading, rubbing, and
pinching it. And she remained peacefully asleep.

I reached down to her genitals and touched her soft pubic hair, stroking it gently.

I stood up, parted her legs, and examined her genitals closely. Her labia majora were still slightly plump, and when I parted
them, her labia minora remained pink. Only the vaginal opening was still so small. I was secretly surprised, realizing
why I couldn't last. I touched her vulva with my index finger, but she still didn't feel anything. My hand felt a little heat, and
I inserted my finger a little. Miraculously, she secreted fluid again after only a few strokes. And I could
feel my penis becoming hard. Thinking about how hastily I finished earlier, I suddenly wanted to love her properly, to let
her experience the orgasm I could give her.

The fluid flowed more and more. Slippery as I rubbed and stimulated her vulva and clitoris.
Occasionally, I lifted her full buttocks and pinched them, wanting to devour her whole. I climbed on top of her, half-kneeling,
my hand guiding my penis to rub against her vaginal opening. Occasionally, I'd rub the head of my penis against her subtly erect clitoris; each touch
sent shivers down my spine. I moved my penis down to rub against her vaginal opening, then thrust the entire head inside
. It felt incredibly tight; I could even see that the exposed part of my penis was slightly thicker. I don't know
what anal sex feels like for some people, but in my imagination, it felt incredibly tight, except for the slippery lubrication. I
couldn't hold back and thrust my engorged penis all the way in, but she didn't react at all. She was probably
exhausted from staying up all night. I, however, felt an indescribable, intense pleasure. I started thrusting into her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. After ejaculating, my penis
proved its worth, and I didn't feel like ejaculating for several minutes. The feeling of not ejaculating was also incredibly long-lasting.
Slowly, she started to feel something and began to moan. But her eyes remained closed, and the "oh ah~" sounds seemed to
come from a dream. I increased the speed of my thrusts, constantly sucking on her breasts and pressing her
buttocks with both hands. Suddenly, I really wanted to do it from behind.

She probably couldn't sleep anymore, because I felt her arms tightly
wrapped around my waist. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly and let out a soft "Ah~ Oh!" I knew she had climaxed
. I gently patted her buttocks. She seemed to understand perfectly; I picked her up, and she knelt down
, her white buttocks raised, her long hair spread across the bed, very alluring.

I inserted my penis into her vagina. With a soft "plop," it went in, accompanied by her "Ah!" I pressed
hard on her buttocks; her waist was slender, but more full and mature than a delicate girl's
. I placed my hands between her hips and pulled back forcefully, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper. With each thrust,
I could see her taut buttocks tighten; when I pulled back, the flesh bounced back. The room began to fill with...
The sounds of our bodies slapping together and her alluring moans filled the air. I moved faster and faster, her body
trembling . She raised one hand to hold onto the headboard, and from behind I could see her large breasts swaying back
and forth. You couldn't imagine that such a captivating body existed on the face of an innocent young girl. I freed
one hand to grasp her breasts, wishing I could suckle them. My other hand
caressed her buttocks, unsure how to make myself feel better, already at my limit. Suddenly, I saw
her anus; her little asshole contracted every time I withdrew my penis. I pressed my thumb against it
, and she writhed. I smeared some of her fluids on my finger and slowly inserted almost my entire finger
. Her moans grew louder, turning into screams. I thought of my wife; in middle age,
she was very uninhibited. Every time she moaned, it was the same sound. I suddenly imagined Cheng Huan years later
, married, with children, living an ordinary life. I knew she would enjoy
sex just as freely then. Knowing my relationship with this lovely girl was only temporary, I just wanted to enjoy
our time together. When I touched and rubbed her anus, I could feel her body trembling. I knew
how sensitive her body was, and I seemed to have unleashed all my masculine vigor. At first, I was half-
standing having sex with her because she was tall and had long legs. Suddenly, she knelt forward,
lowering her buttocks so I didn't have to stand up and could do it while kneeling. Her legs were pressed against her chest, and I could see that
the friction between her legs and her breasts felt good, but I knew she was doing it to make the position easier for me. I felt
so moved at that moment.

I pulled my thumb out of her anus and smelled it. There was no odor. I knew she
was very clean. Several times I'd seen her after showering in the dorm and had the urge to hug her. She was already beautiful and clean-cut
. I never expected her private parts to be so alluring.

I pulled one of her arms to coordinate with the thrusting of my penis. I could see her curled-up body, her breasts
pushed out by her legs, her small, firm nipples slightly upturned. Her constant moans accompanied her rising and falling breaths, her head swaying with my thrusts. Her long, black hair contrasted sharply
against her fair shoulders, rosy cheeks, and full breasts . She truly reached another climax. This time, we seemed more in sync. As her body tightened, I asked, " Where should I ejaculate? Can I ejaculate inside?" She shook her head. I pulled out my penis, ejaculating the remaining semen onto her buttocks and waist. She nodded again. I thrust my still-partially ejaculated penis back in, thrusting vigorously a dozen times. A strong urge to ejaculate came again, accompanied by an indescribable pleasure. I ejaculated inside her. I continued thrusting until my penis softened and slowly slid out. The moment my penis slipped out, I saw her vagina slowly close again, still so small. Like a seductive door, slowly closing. I took some tissue to wipe her, and saw white semen flowing from between her labia. It clung to her thighs, now a little thinner, flowing down her smooth, white inner thighs—a truly alluring sight. She remained kneeling like that, and I lay on her soft body, kissing her hair and back. I felt her breath after her orgasm; her back was incredibly smooth, with fine downy hair, covered in a dense layer of sweat… I gently patted her buttocks again, and she collapsed weakly, half-curled up, her buttocks raised high to the side, revealing her thick, pink labia, completely hairless. At that moment, she felt like a clean child, a pure angel! That day, she slept in my room until the afternoon. Until the boss called me for dinner that evening (I said I was too tired to eat lunch), we actually made love twice more in the room. Each time, she reached orgasm in just a few minutes , still with her captivating panting and moaning. Afterwards, she fell asleep in my arms without saying much. I tried many positions, but I always felt like I couldn't get enough, accompanied by a slight sense of loss. In the afternoon, she got dressed. She regained her girlish innocence, and a feeling of not wanting her to leave my side washed over me. I kissed her, kissed her for a long time. When we parted, I told her, "I still want to keep a picture of your body." She shook her head and quietly told me, "I will remember you in my heart." The next day, I couldn't sleep. My mind was filled with thoughts of her. But sometimes, clients would even move into my room to sleep in order to communicate with me. I knew there was no chance anymore. I simply told him, "Why don't you go back home?" So I went back to his house. To avoid getting upset. In the afternoon, near the end of the workday, I saw her. She was more shy, and also more deeply in love. When no one was around, I said to her, "Let's go out." She didn't speak, only shook her head. I felt a little lost, wandering aimlessly through the streets. Years of suppressed desire suddenly erupted, without much regret. I just silently comforted myself, telling myself it was my fate. I called my wife from the street; in her eyes, I was still a good husband. But I knew I hadn't kept my promise to only have her as my woman for life. The contempt I once held for many philandering men suddenly returned to my heart. But thinking of Cheng Huan, of her unspoken yet tacit desire, I felt a pang of pity for this girl. No one can understand their own life and destiny. I prefer to believe in reincarnation; perhaps she was a woman I was deeply connected to in some past life. Everything, I'll accept as it comes . Lost in thought, I recalled scenes from yesterday. Watching the women passing by on the street, suddenly, a primal instinct overwhelmed me. My lower body started to feel something, and I could almost see through the bodies of every woman who passed by . Before me, however, was a pale body, full breasts, and the vagina where my penis was entering and exiting. Was it because yesterday was too crazy? Or is this just male nature? Suddenly, I felt completely disoriented. I lit a cigarette, my mind filled with Cheng Huan's image—her alluring body, her moans, every second my penis was inside her … In that instant, I couldn't do anything but be with her, to make love to her wildly. Suddenly, I had an idea and started looking for a hotel. I changed hotels and booked a room. In the room, I wanted to make love to her and started dialing her number. "I'm not going!" her voice was firm. "Cheng Huan, I really miss you. Can we sit for a while?" I couldn't help but lie to her, but in reality…

If she wouldn't let me have sex with her, I'd rather just be physically close to her. That's when I realized I
liked this girl.

"..." There was silence on the other end of the phone. But the call didn't end. I could almost hear her voice
, conflicted yet hopeful.

"Come to the intersection of XX Road, we'll meet there!" I hung up. I let out a long sigh.

As I left the room, an idea popped into my head: I placed the camera next to the TV. I
hid it with a towel, leaving only the lens showing, and set it to video mode. I really wanted to preserve the memory of her, because I
knew that this departure might mean never seeing her again!

At the intersection, I saw her walking towards me. Today she was wearing jeans and a tank top.
As she walked towards me, her alluring curves swayed in my vision, and yesterday's image of her naked body flashed before my eyes again.

We entered the hotel one after the other. It was a small family-run inn, not very close to the hotel, but
it was clean enough. An old man guarding the door gave us a slightly surprised look when we entered. I looked at Cheng Huan;
she was calm and followed me directly into the room. After entering, she went to the bathroom, and I took the opportunity to turn on the camera
.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, we still didn't say anything and started kissing. This time, she was wearing a strapless
bra, the thin cotton kind. I frantically pulled off her bra, watching her proud breasts bounce
out. I pulled her tank top down to her chest. Then I went to take off her pants; her jeans were very tight. She cooperated and
took them off, and I could feel the elasticity of her skin as it slipped out of the pants. Today, her panties were light blue silk cotton panties
, very small. There was a small bow at the waist and a small cutout in the front,
revealing a few pubic hairs. "How come you get so wet at the slightest touch?" I said to her with a smile. She pursed her lips and smiled,
but didn't say anything.

"Let me see if I'm wet again?" I reached out and parted her legs. She

really was. We embraced for less than a minute, but her body was already wet again…

At this moment, her tank top hung around her waist, revealing a pair of particularly eye-catching breasts. I intentionally hung my underwear
around her ankles. Her head was slightly tilted back, her long hair flowing freely on the bed. I laid her down, kissing her passionately and caressing her.
Alluring moans escaped from her small throat again.

This time, I flipped her over, making her kneel on the bed, her white buttocks raised high,
cute underwear hanging around her ankles, and a black tank top dangling from her waist, making her look especially sexy and alluring.

I glanced at the camera, not going straight in. Instead, I parted her vulva and rubbed it incessantly, quietly moving
the camera towards her. I wanted a close-up, I wanted to keep her in my memory. I wanted the image. Her fluids had already flowed down
her legs, my entire hand was covered in her love juice, I smeared it all over, stroking and sliding it over her buttocks, her
white buttocks reflecting a unique smoothness. At this moment, my penis was already swollen and almost bursting out of my pants; since
yesterday, I had been worried that I wouldn't be able to function normally. Now I realize it was my nervousness. Every time I touched
her body, my penis would swell as if hearing her passionate urging. I pulled down my pants and
inserted my erect penis into her vagina. The small door opened like a flower as it touched my glans. I
entered her again in her tight, warm embrace.

This time, she still moaned softly. I thrust into her, making her body lean forward repeatedly, moving away from
the bedside. I pulled her hand back. I lifted her waist; I was slightly overweight, while her waist was very
slender. I loved the sight of my strong arms against her delicate waist. I lifted her off the bed and made her stand on
the edge, legs slightly apart.

It was then that I realized how tall she was, with long, shapely legs and a perfectly full, high-perched bottom.
I kept thrusting into her. Suddenly, I heard footsteps at the door. Looking up, I saw a shadow in the window
. Because this was a guesthouse, the glass was frosted. I figured if I could see the shadows outside,
then from the outside, we should be able to see each other's silhouettes too. A strange, atmospheric feeling kept
me silent; I guess there was a subconscious urge to share my pleasure. But after a while, I
felt a bit disgusted, so I coughed, and the shadows at the door disappeared.

The feeling of being watched soon made me want to ejaculate. Meanwhile, Cheng Huan beneath me had already reached
her climax. This time I asked her, "Was it good?" She didn't answer, just nodded.

"Did you climax?" I asked her.

She still didn't answer. I thrust harder. I said to her, "I want you to feel good, I want you to tell me you
climaxed! Okay? Baby?"

"Mmm~ Good…"

"I like you so much, can I say some dirty things to you?"

Ah~ Mmm~, she nodded, unable to suppress her moans.

"I love your pussy so much, do you like my cock?"

"Then tell me to let my big cock fuck you!"

"Mmm~ Teacher, fuck me with your big cock..."

I didn't expect that she still couldn't change her way of addressing me, calling me that. A feeling of "Okay..."

I sped up my fucking. I held her waist tightly. She knew I was about to ejaculate, and she cooperated wildly
, her buttocks twisting non-stop. Sometimes I would rotate my penis inside her pussy a few times, and each time, her moans
would get louder. Suddenly she grabbed her own breasts. I knew she had orgasmed again, and a
feeling of wanting to experience orgasm with her made me speed up. Just as I was about to pull out my cock, she suddenly reached out
and grabbed my arm. I understood, and with a thrust, I inserted my cock to the deepest part of her pussy, feeling
my semen gushing out!

I pushed her down onto the bed, climbed onto the bed, her buttocks raised high, and I moved a few more times in that position
until my semen mixed with her love juice and slid my cock out. Then I kept
rubbing myself against her buttocks and cleft! I unleashed my passion!

...

After she left, I turned on my computer. I watched the video. I secretly saved it to a USB drive.

Back in Shanghai, whenever I was alone, I would watch that video, masturbate, and
call . Every time, she would ask if I was busy, if I was healthy, and to take care of myself. Every time I said I missed her,
there was no sound on the other end of the phone. She would always say after a while, "I have something to do, let's hang up..."

For a long time afterward, I would fantasize about Cheng Huan's body whenever I made love with my wife.
Afraid my wife would see the videos on the USB drive, I secretly deleted them, but I had downloaded recovery software to restore
them whenever I wanted. Then one time, the recovery failed, and I could never see the videos again. I
also tried to recover the photos from that day, but only three were successfully recovered: one of her naked body with her head covered, and another was blurry,
lacking close-ups of her genitals but showing a clear outline of her supine naked body. It was like a nude photograph. Writing this memory today
, I looked at it again, and the scene was vivid in my mind.

Many years have passed, and we haven't been in touch for a long time since she changed jobs and moved to Yong'an. I've also
changed my phone number several times over the years. I wonder how she is now. Perhaps, like me, we are just
memories left in each other's hearts.

I remember that time she murmured, "...we won't be together again..."

I asked, "What did you say?"

She said calmly, "Nothing..."

We both knew we weren't destined to be together forever. Let's just consider that time as our lifetime!
As this New Year approaches, I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of her. I only have endless longing and blessings for her.
I'm sharing this on a dating website; except for the name, everything else is true. I don't know if
girls will even read this kind of site. She's in her early twenties now. If she's lucky enough to see this,
I hope she knows that you were once an unforgettable memory for me!

[The End]

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