A real time with Yingying

We met online and got along well. She said I would be a good boyfriend. By chance, I went to her city, and we arranged for her to pick me up. As soon as I got off the bus, I called her, searching for a phone while I was on the line. I saw a girl on her cell phone.

I had seen her picture before; she was very pretty and innocent. She looked a little different in person, more alluring. She wore light blue jeans, a sky-blue t-shirt, and had her hair down. She was very fair-skinned and really beautiful. Because we had chatted well before, I didn't feel awkward. I found a place to stay first. We

chatted briefly, and since we hadn't eaten breakfast, we went out for KFC together, then found a place to drink something and strolled around. During this time, we didn't hold hands, but we walked very close. Around noon, we were both tired, so we went back to the hotel and naturally pulled her into my arms, leaning against the bed watching TV. With such a beautiful girl beside me, any man would have thoughts. I jokingly kissed her cheek.

I slipped my hand inside her t-shirt and touched her waist. She smiled at me, behaving herself obediently in my arms, but when my lips were near hers, Yingying always pulled away. We were intimate like this for almost an hour, very naturally. I was about to explode with desire, but afraid of her rejection, I didn't go too far.

After a while, Yingying said, "I need to go to the bathroom." I said, "Me too, you go first." Everything seemed normal, and I thought our first meeting was over. She came back quickly, and I went into the bathroom. After I finished, I noticed something in the empty wastebasket. I picked it up and saw it was a sanitary pad—it must be Yingying's! It was covered in a sticky liquid—it was vaginal lubrication, with a distinctly feminine scent. This excited me greatly; she was aroused.

After leaving the bathroom, I grew bolder, occasionally touching Yingying's breasts through her clothes. To be honest, because she was very thin, her breasts were small, but I liked that type. Yingying didn't resist much, occasionally removing my hand. Seeing her eyes closed, nestled against me like a little bird, I grew bolder, my hand frequently moving between her legs.

"Your legs are so beautiful," I said, touching that forbidden area. Yingying's legs were thin, so there was a gap at the top, and I lingered there for a while, occasionally teasing her sensitive spot. After a few minutes, I secretly slipped my hand inside the front of her jeans, only touching the top edge of her underwear. Yingying's body trembled slightly, and she kept her eyes closed.

I gently unbuttoned her pants, my hand slowly penetrating, touching her soft pubic hair. My fingers naturally slid down, landing between her labia, clearly feeling the heat and wetness. The jeans were tight, restricting my movement. At this point, words were superfluous. I got up and pulled down her pants; Yingying's underwear was already soaked with sticky, lustful fluid.

With one hand, I unbuckled my belt, while the other roamed over Yingying's genitals, feeling the love juices flowing from her vulva and gently touching her clitoris. She didn't make much of a sound.

I knelt down and pulled her hand toward my penis. She didn't touch it, just stood there. With her help, I removed her only garment, a t-shirt along with her bra, revealing her red nipples. I couldn't resist taking them into my mouth. Only then did Yingying let out a long-lost moan of pleasure. I didn't linger there, after all, that wanton garden below was waiting for my care (now that I think about it, her nipples were a sensitive spot, and I should have stimulated them more).

I lifted one of her legs, directly facing the place I'd been waiting for so long. After all, it was a girl's private area; there was no odor, only a lingering fragrance, perhaps from the feminine wash. Yingying's pubic hair was thick but short, lying obediently on her mons pubis and labia majora, not messy at all. Her labia minora were small, slightly parted, glistening with vaginal fluid—a perfect vulva. I gently parted the foreskin of her erect clitoris, revealing the clitoris, about the size of a soybean, and my tongue quickly vibrated on it.

My other hand's middle finger slowly probed into her vagina; it was tight, full of vaginal fluid. Looking at this beautiful woman's wanton vulva, my penis grew longer; it should be inside. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Yingying's legs, and rubbed my penis against her vulva with the lubrication of her vaginal fluid. She let out another pleasurable moan, soft but very melodious. With a gentle push,

my penis slid into Yingying's vagina, clearly feeling the folds of her vaginal walls tightly enveloping me. Because I was too excited, I didn't dare to thrust too hard, only moving rhythmically. I climbed on top of her, and we kissed. She refused again, occasionally lowering her head to kiss her nipples. "Was that good?" "Mmm." "What about with your mouth just now?"

"Mmm." Hearing her satisfied answer, I couldn't control myself anymore. I straightened up and thrust hard, her juices and vaginal muscles being drawn in and out with each stroke. I could feel the contact between my penis and her cervix. "Does this feel good?" I asked loudly. "Yes, all the way in, oh... ah... ah," "Does your boyfriend do this to you too?" "Yes, don't stop... don't stop,"

hearing such lewd moans, I worked even harder. "Ah... ah... ah..." Yingying's voice suddenly rose, arching her body, her lower body thrusting forcefully against me. I felt she was about to climax, so I pulled out completely and suddenly thrust in forcefully, reaching the very bottom. I stopped thrusting and started twisting my waist, grinding my glans against Yingying's clitoris. "Ah... I'm here..."

she seemed to say these words with her last strength. I also felt a gush of hot vaginal fluid gushing out, splashing onto my glans. She had an orgasm. I started thrusting with all my might, each deep thrust accompanied by a "plop... sizzle" sound. I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen gushed out from her deepest point. I lay weakly on top of her, we were still connected, our mixed fluids flowing out from the crevice.

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