Nude beauty in the building across the street

This ghost city in the south has eight months of summer, three months of winter, and one month of drenched
rainy season. My first impression of this city two months ago was the heat—a stifling,
suffocating heat. While it's still snowing in the north, it's already warm enough for short sleeves here. However, the long summer
isn't all bad, especially for most men.

I don't know when it started, but women on the street are wearing increasingly shorter and thinner clothes. Last time I
saw a woman on the street wearing super-short denim shorts, her buttocks practically showing, and a
semi-transparent . Or rather, a black veil; from behind, the clasp of her bra was clearly
visible. Men kept turning their heads to look, and when I passed her and glanced at her sideways, it was utterly appalling. Her features were actually okay
, but her makeup was too heavy; she could definitely stop a crying child if she went out at night.

Fresh out of college and entering the workforce in this city, with no connections or backing, I could only afford to rent an apartment. Luckily, my major
was in high demand, and I had already accumulated practical experience while in school. So, I stood out at my first job
fair and landed this coveted job.

My philosophy was that I needed to prioritize good food and lodging, but I could make do with what I had. Therefore, I spent a third of my
salary renting a one-bedroom apartment in a mid-range community, living alone. The story unfolds here
. This community is quite large, with many buildings, each in an H-shape, with an elevator in the middle and
six apartments per floor. I was in the upper right corner of the H, on the 12th floor, the top floor.

That night, I had just returned from a business trip out of town, around 10 pm. I was exhausted, like a dead dog
. I opened the door, threw my things down, and collapsed onto the bed without even turning on the light. After lying there for about ten minutes, I got up to open the window for
some fresh air. Just as I pulled back a corner of the curtain, I froze. I couldn't believe it. I rubbed my eyes
to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

I saw the brightly lit room on the 11th floor directly opposite mine. The curtains weren't drawn. It was
a large floor-to-ceiling window; without the curtains, the entire room was visible. Behind the window was a large bed, and on it
lay a person—strictly speaking, a woman, a half-naked woman—playing on a tablet.

I quickly hid behind the wall, drawing the curtains down to a crack, barely daring to breathe, afraid of disturbing the
person across the way. Actually, my worries were unnecessary; my room was completely dark, and from over twenty meters away
, she couldn't see me at all.

I couldn't believe such a wonderful opportunity had finally come my way. Although I wasn't a virgin anymore, my heart was
pounding with excitement, and my hands were trembling slightly,
almost like the first time I went to a small hotel outside the school with my girlfriend.

Thinking back to that time, I was a virgin, and she was a virgin too; our knowledge came entirely from Japanese adult films. When
we first entered the room, the two kids were behaving themselves. My girlfriend sat obediently on the bed, head down, face flushed and silent. I
was watching TV and pressing the remote, my mind a complete blank, unable to recall anything from the movies.

"If you keep pressing, the remote will break."

"Really? Hehe, hehe." I chuckled awkwardly.

"Hehe..." My girlfriend saw my expression and secretly laughed.

Just those two sentences made us feel less tense, and
images of the various teachers on my hard drive started appearing in my mind.

"Let's take a shower first!"

"Pah! Who's going with you? You shower, I'll shower. You smell so bad, go ahead."

"Yes, ma'am." I smiled and rushed in. Men showering, especially in this situation, you
know how it is. I came out in less than five minutes, wearing only a large bathrobe.

"It's your turn, go on!"

"Okay." My girlfriend replied, her voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, still shy! As soon as she finished
speaking, she rushed into the bathroom.

A moment later, the faint sound of running water came from the bathroom! My mind involuntarily
drifted back to my girlfriend's sexy, alluring body. My little guy slowly perked up, and with
the splashing water, it swelled up even more. The water splashed, and it shot skyward.

Twenty minutes later, my girlfriend slowly emerged from the bathroom. I was stunned! She came out wearing the
same clothes she'd gone in—a t-shirt and shorts, exactly the same. What a joke! But upon closer inspection, her skin was even whiter, and her face
was redder than before, making her look even more charming and adorable. Especially her snow-white, pink feet, still
glistening with water droplets, looked like lotus blossoms emerging from the water, especially against her pink slippers.

With a "gulp," I couldn't help but swallow hard. She noticed me staring at her blankly, gave me a slight
smile, and asked, "What are you looking at? It's not like you haven't seen

this before." I quickly replied, "I... I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

Seeing my reaction, her face, which had just returned to normal, suddenly flushed again, and she whispered, "Liar."

I couldn't resist any longer, reached out and pulled her tightly into my arms, then lowered my head and
kissed my girlfriend's red lips. Although we hadn't been intimate yet, kissing was nothing new to us, and we were quite
adept at it. Unconsciously, in the midst of our passionate kiss, my breathing became heavier, and a captivating
moan escaped from deep within her throat.

Suddenly, she pulled her red lips away from mine, panting, "Carry me over."
Without immediately wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and strode towards the bed. When we reached the bed, she wrapped her legs around me,
her arms tightly around my neck, and we rolled onto the bed together.

I'd been waiting for this moment forever, and it had finally arrived. Overwhelmed with excitement, my body trembled, and my breathing
became heavy and rapid. I reached out to undress my girlfriend. The t-shirt came off easily, the denim shorts
were fine too, but the bra was a different story. My hands groped around behind her, but I'd never unbuttoned anything before, and with my hands shaking
so badly, I couldn't get it off. Just as I was about to push it up, my girlfriend sat up, reached behind her, and
gently pressed and pulled, releasing it.

However, her girlish modesty made her cover her chest with her hands. I gently pulled her closer and kissed
her lips softly. Slowly, her hands loosened, and with trembling hands, I carefully removed the bra from her body.
White, snow-white, two large, dazzlingly white mounds, topped with two tiny, bright red cherries.

A primal urge fueled my burning desire, and I could no longer restrain myself. I pressed my hands directly onto those white
mounds—ah, so good! It felt completely different from touching them through two layers of clothing. With my caresses, my girlfriend
's chest rose and fell, her breathing growing heavier. I released one hand and took one of the cherries into my mouth
. My girlfriend let out a soft "mmm."

As my lips moved downwards, they slowly reached the only obstacle on my girlfriend's body: her underwear. Those
cotton panties with a cartoon face were so cute. I remembered scenes from adult films, biting
the rubber part of the underwear with my teeth and slowly pulling it down. My girlfriend shyly covered her eyes with her hands.

Half of the front was already exposed, revealing a few sparse pubic hairs, but the back was held down by her buttocks
. My girlfriend sensed this and gently lifted her buttocks. My clever girlfriend is great; it went very smoothly.
I pulled her panties all the way down to her feet, and seeing her delicate, snow-white feet, I couldn't resist giving them a gentle kiss.

My girlfriend was completely naked, but her legs were tightly pressed together. Her private parts were clean,
with only a small patch of sparse hair scattered on her mound.

I panted heavily, quickly pulling off my towel, and clumsily arched my back and lay on top of her. My girlfriend
wrapped her arms around my neck, her breath hot, and moaned softly, "xx..." I
panted and replied, "Little x, I love you."

I knelt beside my girlfriend and slowly parted her legs with my hands. At first, she tensed up, but as I
gently stroked her lower abdomen with my other hand, her legs slowly opened. I had my girlfriend lift her legs up and spread them
into an M shape, and for the first time, I truly saw a woman's most mysterious part. It was very clean, unlike
the dark, loose skin of the women in those movies. My girlfriend's genitals were tightly closed, and because there was hardly
any hair, it was a fair and tender patch, almost the same color as her thighs. Below was her anus, which
moved rhythmically with her rapid breathing.

Although I had countless experiences in my mind, our actual practical experience was zero! I slowly approached my girlfriend
, my penis almost ready to bleed. When the head touched my girlfriend's most sensitive spot
, we both let out the most ecstatic moans. I panted heavily, my trembling crotch thrusting forward, my head pressing
tightly against her secret place, but with zero experience, I couldn't find the entrance. After several attempts, it always
slipped down to her anus.

Slowly, I felt my girlfriend getting a little wet. She reached out and gently grasped my penis,
slowly guiding it towards her pink opening. When the head touched my girlfriend's secret place again, I felt
myself about to explode.

Guided by my girlfriend's hand, I finally found the true paradise. As I gently pried open the two
tightly closed doors, ready to launch my full-force attack, I felt a shiver run through my body, followed by an unprecedented
surge of immense pleasure that engulfed me. My breath almost stopped, and my manhood was gushing out.
Sigh! A virgin.

I got up and cleaned myself up, then held my girlfriend, whose body was burning hot, and quietly lay on top of her. After a
while, we started kissing again, from top to bottom, all the way to her toes. Especially when I kissed my girlfriend
's toes, she actually moaned softly. Hearing that sound, I suddenly felt my blood boil, and my limp manhood
began to stir again.

So, while I stroked her soft, boneless, snow-white, delicate foot with one hand, I gently
kissed . As I continued, my girlfriend's moans and gasps grew louder. When my hand left
her feet and gently pressed against her intimate area, she suddenly clamped her legs together, trapping my hand.
Her whole body trembled, and soft moans escaped her lips. I knew she had come, and my own erection returned to its previous
state.

Two minutes later, her legs slowly loosened, and I noticed she was incredibly wet, with
a drop already trickling down to her anus. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pounced on her, aiming at
the spot she had guided me to, and launched another assault. Her entrance was slowly forced open, and my vanguard
slowly advanced, progressing slowly due to the narrow passage.

Suddenly, the vanguard encountered an obstacle, unable to proceed. So, I gave the order: "Charge!" Then
, with a cry of "Ah, it hurts!" from my girlfriend, we were tightly joined together, and I felt the urge to ejaculate again
.

"It hurts, don't move."

"I won't move."

Two minutes later, my girlfriend seemed to have gotten used to it, and my sensation subsided. Then I slowly started thrusting, and my girlfriend
's moans started again. Hearing the sound, I shuddered and immediately thrust hard. The "slap slap" of the impact,
mixed with my heavy breathing and her soft moans, echoed in the room. Unfortunately, after only a few thrusts, my scalp
tingled again, and then my body relaxed. With my girlfriend's high-pitched cry, I ejaculated again, the first
time in over twenty years that I didn't waste it outside. My girlfriend also trembled, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist; she had also come.

From then on, my girlfriend and I left our mark in various hotels outside the school. Unfortunately, I signed with
this company, and she went back to her hometown in the southwest, where her family arranged a job for her. Although we didn't say we were breaking up, we
both knew it was over.

Thinking about these things, I felt a pang of sadness again.

The girl across the street must have been lying down for too long and got tired, so she rolled over, and I saw her whole body. Her
breasts weren't as pink as my ex-girlfriend's, and her mounds weren't as white, but they were still perky and fair
. And the girl was pretty, quite demure

. Girls these days are so bold. The apartment below mine is empty; I guess someone bought it as an investment and it's
been vacant for a long time. I was away on a business trip for over a week, and there were no clothes hanging outside. She probably thought no one lived here either, so
she boldly left the curtains open and was half-naked. I secretly took my camera out of the closet, switched to a telephoto lens, set up the tripod
, and prepared to take some photos to look at later!

I used to be the vice president of the photography club at my school, and I studied photography with a teacher there for a while.
I spent the entire summer vacation working as an assistant at a large photo studio for two months to buy a camera. I helped people with wedding photography, wedding
day photography, and portrait photography, earning some money. Combined with my savings, I bought this 5D Mark II, an XXB,
and a 50mm f/1.8L – anyone into photography knows this setup. Actually, besides earning money, I
did learn a lot at the studio. I shot both romantic and boudoir photos, learning the tricks of the trade.

I took a few shots, even at ISO 3200, but the results were still unsatisfactory
. The distance, lighting, and the glass made the photos look foggy or
blurry. I gave up; it was better to just look at the pictures.

After a while, the girl got up and went outside, I don't know where she went. I sat on the windowsill, waiting quietly
. One minute, two minutes… ten minutes passed, and she still hadn't returned. I wanted to leave,
but I was afraid she would come back and I wouldn't see her, so I was tormented.

Ten minutes later, my eyes lit up. A snow-white figure appeared across the way, completely naked! It turned out
the girl had gone to take a shower. How daring! She came out completely naked, then lay down on the bed and picked up her
tablet again.

However, less than two minutes later, a man came in. He was a bit overweight; I couldn't tell if he was her boyfriend or husband
. He walked to the bedside, said a few words to the girl, then went to the window, pulled the curtains shut—thick curtains, nothing
was visible. My heart was still pounding. I slowly opened my computer,
found photos of my ex-girlfriend in a hidden folder—nude photos I'd taken of her—and masturbated intensely.

I decided never to turn on the room light again.

For several days in a row, I left work early and rushed home, the first thing I did was wait by the window. The couple across the way seemed
to be freelancers; no matter how early I got home, they were already home, and they
didn't go to sleep until after 3 a.m. These past few days, to make it easier to observe them, I secretly bought a high-powered magnifying glass. Every day, without fail, the girl
lay half-naked on the bed, either playing on her phone or her tablet. Through binoculars, I saw her
entire upper body; I even noticed a mole next to her left breast. But
I never saw her lower body again, except for the first time.

More than a week passed, and every night I only saw the girl; the man didn't appear. A few days later, one evening
, I was watching from the window when the girl, seemingly looking at something, began to slowly caress her body, from her neck
and shoulders down to her breasts. She kept caressing herself, occasionally licking her lips
.

The caresses continued downwards, reaching the triangle area under her underwear. She slowly rubbed and
pressed it through her underwear, and occasionally I saw her slip her hand inside the bottom edge of her underwear to press. Each time her hand went in, I
saw her gently bite her lip. This was clearly masturbation; it seemed the man really wasn't home.

The girl suddenly sat up and looked out the window. I subconsciously hid behind the wall, even though I knew
she couldn't see me. Then, she slowly took off her only piece of clothing, her underwear. I was so excited! Finally, I could
see! After taking off her pants, she casually tossed them aside, picked up her tablet, and lay back down,
legs raised, in an M-shape position, but unfortunately not facing me; I could only see her side.

Then, she gently massaged her crotch area with one hand, occasionally biting her lip or
gasping for breath. A few minutes later, her movements quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her breath…
Suddenly, her expression turned to pain, her hand thrusting downwards forcefully, and she
trembled violently—she must have orgasmed. I almost came too.

A few minutes later, she calmed down, got up, cleaned the bed, and went out, probably to take a
shower.

"No, I have to get this girl; she needs it anyway," I
told myself as I lay down on the bed after watching.

I thought of many methods, and then a plan slowly emerged. Having figured it out, I yawned and
slowly drifted off to sleep.

I needed to act quickly, so the next day I started preparing. The first crucial point was to find out
where the man had gone. I ran to the management office; I'd dealt with one of the people there when I rented the apartment, giving
him two packs of cigarettes—we had a small relationship. So I found him and casually pulled out a pack of Wuyeshen cigarettes.

"Brother Luo, I need your help. My phone broke a couple of days ago, and I lost all the numbers. I need to contact
my landlord, but the contract is missing. Could you please help me check?"

"Oh, no problem. This is the owner information for this building. Check it yourself. Put it back over there when you're done." Old
Luo picked up his cigarette and went outside to smoke, too lazy to bother with me, casually tossing me a property registration form.

This was the result I wanted. I quickly found the owner's phone number for the girl's room, although I didn't
know if the girl and her man were the owners. I put the book back and went outside.

"Thanks, Brother Luo, I'll come over for tea sometime."

"Remember to come!"

I bought two more SIM cards, went back upstairs, and dialed the number. It connected quickly;
a man's voice answered.

"Hello, are you the owner of unit 11xx, building x, xx garden?"

"Yes." The other person seemed reluctant to answer, probably thinking I was a real estate agent.

"Where do you live now?"

"What do you want? I'm not selling my house, that's all!" The other person tried to hang up.

"Wait, wait, brother, I live downstairs from you. I've noticed water dripping from your upstairs window.
I'm wondering if your air conditioner is leaking. I wanted to ask you to take a look, but no one answered when I knocked on the door."
I didn't know if they knew each other; I hoped they didn't! Soon, I realized I
'd guessed correctly.

"Oh, you should have said so earlier! I thought you were a real estate agent! I don't live there anymore, I've rented it to someone else. I
'll talk to him!"

"No need, no need, I can't trouble you! Just give me the tenant's phone number, I'll talk to him." Soon I
received a number, named xx Feng, it seemed to be a man's.

I switched to a second SIM card and called directly: "Hello, this is the XX Community XX Neighborhood Committee
. You live in Building X, 11XX, right? We need to register the family planning information of the floating population. Are you home
?"

"I'm not home, but my girlfriend is. You can go ask her directly! We're not married yet,
what's there ?"

"We need to register in person. When are you coming back? Are you coming back tonight?"

"I'm on a business trip this month. I won't be back until the 8th of next month."

Hearing this, I was secretly delighted. Finally, I knew. Your girlfriend has been waiting for you so long, I'll help you out
!

"Okay, then I'll write 'unmarried and childless.' Thank you for your cooperation." Then I hung up the phone and casually
threw the SIM card into the trash can.

In the afternoon, I returned to the company and secretly printed two color flyers using the company's color printer
. The first copy read something like, "Personalized photography, do you want to preserve your youth? Contact me, and I'll help
you capture your most beautiful moments with a camera. Safe and secure, we can shoot at your designated location." The second copy said,
"Private massage therapists, available for in-home or at your designated location," followed by a
long . Both copies only had a QQ number on them.

The day I printed them, I went straight to the girl's house and slipped the photography ad under the door
. After all, I actually know how to do this; the massage ad was just a backup plan. This was a targeted ad campaign,
so if someone contacted me, it was her. And based on my observation, the girl took
several selfies in front of the mirror every day, so I figured she was someone who cared about her appearance, and people like that are more likely to accept this kind of thing.

Sure enough, that very evening I received a QQ contact—a new number, a secondary account.

"Hello!"

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Do you offer personalized photoshoots?"

"Yes, we have all kinds of styles, whether it's modern, classic, or formal
. Or if you have a specific style in mind, you can tell us your ideas, and our team will
plan it for you."

"Really? Do you have any of your previous photos I can see?"

I had already prepared these. I selected some beach scenes, some wedding photos, some funny ones,
and some boudoir photos. The last few were beautiful nude photos of my ex-girlfriend, none of them showing any nudity. These were all photos I
took myself, and the photographers at the studio thought they were quite good.

I sent the photos, and quickly got a response: "Hmm, very good, especially these styles." The swimsuit boudoir photos
and the ones of my ex-girlfriend. She'd taken the bait.

"Yes, these are the most popular photoshoots. I do several every week. They all say that the pressure in the city is
immense, young people age quickly, and in a few years they'll be old and won't have time to see their most beautiful selves in good
photos."

"So, how much do you charge? One set?"

"It depends on which series you want, where you want it taken, and whether you want an album or just a digital copy
. We offer personalized service and flexibility, unlike traditional photo studios that print out a book for you, which is expensive."

"At home, I'll have both, and a digital album will suffice."

"Oh, that's simpler. Right now, we have a special offer of only 288 for one set, 388 for two sets.
It'll be even cheaper if you do your own light makeup at home, since you don't need to pay for a makeup artist. When would you like to
have the shoot? I have an outdoor shoot scheduled after the 7th of next month, so it might not be here." "

I can do my own makeup. Can you come to my place this week?"

The fish had taken the bait! I was so excited, I almost jumped for joy. Thankfully, it wasn't a face-to-face meeting,
otherwise it would have definitely been exposed.

"Sure, I'm available anytime this week. You can choose a time. Also, I'm a male photographer, so please
have someone else at home to avoid any suspicion." I said this just to allay her concerns. Unless it's
someone very close, people usually don't know about these kinds of photoshoots, so I wasn't worried she'd bring someone else.

"Let's start tomorrow at 1 PM, at my place, xx community, building x, room 11xx. Just
ring the doorbell when you get there."

"Okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow. My name is xx, see you tomorrow."

It went so smoothly, much smoother than I expected. Women really aren't rational thinkers.

I arrived at 12:30 PM the next day; after all, there was still time for setting up the scene, testing the lighting, and so on
. When I got to the door, I rang the doorbell, and the door opened. I guess the girl had been waiting. A tank top and
shorts—I've seen girls half-naked many times, but this outfit was still quite alluring.
She was about 1.65 meters tall, with a curvaceous figure, and even prettier than she appeared through the binoculars. For some reason,
her voice was soft and pleasant.

"I'm XX," I said, raising my camera.

"Hello, my name is Xiao C. I live alone. Come in!"

I looked around after entering. The living room was neat and tidy, and the house was quite large, probably over 100
square meters, decorated elegantly.

"Xiao C, where would you like to take pictures?"

"The swimsuit one is in the bathroom, and the other one is in the bedroom." Xiao C blushed slightly when she said "the other one,"
so cute.

"Okay, let's shoot the swimsuit photos first. I'll go to the bathroom to get ready; you go change first."

Ten minutes later, Little C appeared in front of me wearing a bikini. Although I had seen her half-naked
before, I found this bikini even more alluring. The pink bikini revealed half of her breasts, with a narrow strip below
, and two straps tied in a knot on the side.

"Hmm, Little C is so beautiful," I sincerely praised.

"Thank you. I hope to get some good photos; it's up to you."

The shoot proceeded smoothly. She was a little nervous at first, but after a few minutes, she completely relaxed. I must
say, Little C's performance was quite good. If someone gave her some pointers, she could be a print model. I told her honestly,
and she just smiled.

As the shoot progressed, with scenes of her getting wet under a shower and in a bathtub, C gradually became bolder, starting to make
seductive poses like biting her fingers and touching her breasts. I also found the shooting process going more smoothly, and soon realized we had taken over a hundred
different photos.

After the shoot, we rested, and I first imported the photos to my computer. Then, C and I looked at them together. We
sat side by side, and C hadn't changed her clothes; she was still wearing her swimsuit. We took several photos of each pose, and some of them
captured funny moments, making us both laugh out loud. Because we were sitting so close, my arm occasionally
brushed against her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind at all. I felt our relationship had grown much closer.

"You have such a great figure; you'd look even prettier in some sexy clothes."

"Isn't this sexy enough? It's almost showing too much."

"No way, there are also some thongs and things like that; they look really good." After saying that, I opened my computer, which
had several albums of those kinds of photos. After watching, Little C seemed to have made up her mind and said, "I want to shoot something
like this too, but it's too revealing."

"If you have the figure, what are you afraid of? Beauty is for others to see," I
quickly said, seeing she was already interested.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Two minutes later, Little C came out of the room. I looked up and almost had a nosebleed. That was
n't just sexy and revealing; it was practically lingerie! A small blue piece of fabric covered her front, semi-transparent, barely
covering her private area. I noticed that Little C's private area was completely bare, without any hair. There was only a small
strap at the back, thinner than a finger, deeply embedded in her full buttocks. Her upper body was almost transparent
, with only a small butterfly covering her nipple area; the rest was almost transparent.

Little C saw me staring at her blankly and smiled, "I told you it's quite revealing." "

That's called sexy. Your man is so lucky."

I thought I heard her sigh softly.

The shooting began, with various subtly seductive movements. As the photos progressed, the tone shifted, becoming somewhat ambiguous
. When shooting from behind, she deliberately stuck her butt out. In one kneeling photo, I
insisted on taking an extra shot of her back, even though I only intended to take front and side shots. When I turned around, I noticed the strap
was loose at the back and wouldn't stay in place. From behind, I could clearly see the slightly brownish
folds of her anus and a small part of her vulva, slightly open and already a little wet.

After the photos were taken and I looked at this one, Little C playfully scolded, "You exposed yourself and didn't even tell
me!" Then she gently tugged at the strap.

The last set was the most important. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and calm down.

When I returned to the bedroom, Little C had already started changing. This time, she didn't hide it and did it right in
front of me. First, she took off her top, then slowly pulled down her thong. There was a noticeable
wet patch in the middle of the strap, with a few glistening drops.

"How should we take the photos?"

I guided Xiao C through some poses, all traditional, beautiful, and without showing any nudity. After about twenty photos, Xiao C started
posing on her own. First, she held her peach-shaped breasts with both hands, displaying a seductive expression. Then she squeezed
her breasts with both hands, knelt, lay prone... and finally, there were a few photos where she spread her legs in an M-shape, revealing her private parts
completely.

Xiao C's private parts were beautiful, without excessive pigmentation. Her vulva was still covered, with only a little bit of
her tongue showing, and it had very little hair, making it look pink and tender. Her vulva was already wet, and Xiao C
was looking at me with hazy eyes.

If I didn't know what to do at this point, I would be worse than an animal. I set up the camera and switched to
video mode, since my memory card had enough space. I had taken a video and uploaded some photos earlier for this.

I knelt on the bed, brought my mouth directly to her vulva, and kissed Xiao C's private parts. Xiao C began to let out
seductive low moans. I gently parted her labia with my tongue and slipped inside, then lightly brushed against her already
erect clitoris. The moment I touched it, C couldn't help but gasp deeply and let out an "Ohhh!"
I looked up at C's face; it was flushed, like an apple, almost dripping blood. Her expression was a mix of pain
and pleasure; her nipples were erect, and her body was flushed, her
breathing rapid and labored.

I pulled down my pants, took out my penis, lightly applied some lubricant to C's opening, and then thrust in with
all my might.

"Oh...so good! So tight, C." After fully penetrating, I couldn't help but sigh. C was
speechless, only panting and moaning softly.

I launched a nine-shallow-one-deep attack, and with each deep thrust, C cried out. Soon during my advances
, Little C suddenly cried out, then clung to me, motionless. A series of pleasurable contractions came from below
; Little C had climaxed, but I hadn't!

After Little C recovered, I flipped her over into a doggy-style position. At first, she struggled to hold on, but after a while, her whole
body collapsed, which was even better—her buttocks were raised higher. I quickly felt I was close to climaxing too; Little C was
already babbling incoherently. After another twenty or so thrusts, suddenly a gush of hot water poured over my penis
; I knew she had climaxed again. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a release, I ejaculated more than ten times, Little C
screaming "Aww!"

We lay on the bed for over half an hour before I slowly got up to clean Little C up; she was still
completely exhausted. After I finished cleaning up, I hugged Xiao C and gently kissed her face, saying, "You seem very tired!"

"Yeah, my boyfriend isn't as good as you. He always finishes in a few minutes, he ejaculates before I even reach climax
, so I always have to use my hand. I haven't experienced an orgasm in a long time."

That evening, we ate something casually, then had two more rounds of intense lovemaking before I left. When I left
, Xiao C was still lying in bed, unable to move.

From then on, Xiao C became my lover. I never told her that I lived in the building opposite hers, and she never
asked.

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