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I worked through the night at home dealing with business, and the next day, I went to the office with one sleepy eye open. As I walked in, I saw a long-haired girl sitting quietly in the reception area. Because of the frosted glass, I could only vaguely make out that she was short, her head slightly lowered, and her face was obscured. She was wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. I assumed she was there for a job interview and didn't think much of it.

I went into my personal office, sat down, lit a cigarette, and wanted to finish my work quickly so I could go home and sleep. Just then, my secretary, Ms. Chen, walked in with a cold expression. She always had a cold, almost aloof, expression, not just towards me, but towards every male colleague in the company, as if she were always on guard against men trying to get her into bed. I wasn't surprised and asked her what was wrong.

She said a young woman had come to pick up her cousin's passport. Then I remembered that a colleague, Ms. Huang, was going abroad and, to save 500 yuan, had asked me to have a friend at a travel agency handle her passport.

The passport had arrived yesterday, but Ms. Huang called to say she couldn't come and would have her cousin pick it up. I then asked Ms. Chen to invite her in. Miss Chen gave a cold reply, turned, and left. Although her behavior was aloof, every time I saw her straight, shapely leg under her tight skirt, I couldn't help but feel aroused. But a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, so I just kept my thoughts to myself!

I opened the drawer, took out Miss Huang's passport, and casually flipped through it, looking at her photo. If Miss Huang weren't so beautiful and had such a charming smile, I wouldn't have bothered asking a classmate to help her apply for a passport!

I wonder if her cousin is as charming as her.

Lost in thought, I heard the sound of high heels. I looked up and saw a girl with long, flowing hair walking in, wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. Wasn't this the girl who had been sitting in the reception room earlier? Only then did I see her face clearly, and I was shocked. Her eyebrows were thick and long, her eyelids sharply defined, and her large eyes shone with a dreamlike charm. The slight upturn at the corners of her eyes added to her allure. She had a straight nose, soft, delicate lips, an oval face, and a distinctive chin. She was a beautiful, captivating girl, far more beautiful than the charming Miss Huang. Strangely, there was a strange sense of déjà vu about her.

Seeing me staring at her speechlessly, she simply smiled quietly, her slightly parted lips revealing perfectly white, translucent teeth. Yet, the aura she exuded was one of serene indifference.

I snapped out of my reverie: "Miss! You…you're Miss Huang's cousin?

" She nodded: "Yes! Mr. X! I'm here to get my cousin's passport!"

Her words were crisp and clear. I handed her the passport as if it were a divine decree. She thanked me, extending her long, slender, white hand to take the passport. Her fingers were beautifully shaped; even her fingers were captivating.

She said: "Thank you!" My cousin told me you're really good at designing houses, right?

I have a talent for design, but I'm not a professional. In front of my friends, I always consider myself on par with professionals, but hearing such a beautiful woman ask about it today made me blush: Oh…it's just a hobby, nothing fancy…

She smiled quietly, her captivating eyes looking at me: My cousin said she'd seen your place, it's great!

I smiled awkwardly: So-so…

She was quite direct: I'm thinking of renovating my place, could you come and take a look and give me some suggestions?

I was momentarily unsure whether to be happy or worried: No problem, no problem, everyone can take a look…

She still smiled calmly: Thank you, when are you free? Want to come over and take a look?

I was originally planning to go home and sleep, but hearing this, I perked up: Oh! I'll be free by noon, I'll be free in the afternoon!

Her big eyes lit up with happiness: Great! I'll be waiting for you at home at 2 pm!

She left her address and phone number, said goodbye, and turned to leave. I then realized that from the moment she entered my office until she left, I hadn't offered her a seat—how rude of me! Looking at her retreating figure, her shapely, long legs beneath her knee-length skirt, paired with black three-inch navy blue high heels, were breathtaking.

I quickly finished lunch, went home, took a shower, changed clothes, and arrived at Huang Shih-han's place before 2 PM. Right, her name is Huang Shih-han. Her appearance is dreamlike, even her name is dreamlike. On the way there, my mind wandered. I seemed to have heard somewhere that women with thick, long eyebrows have a particularly strong sex drive; I wondered if that was true.

She lived alone and opened the door herself, still dressed as she had that morning. I took a closer look at her eyebrows—yes! They were indeed thick and long. But seeing her dreamlike eyes, I suppressed the filthy thoughts in my mind. Before me stood a truly upright gentleman. She told me not to take my shoes off, haha! She had the same hardwood floors as my house, and like me, she didn't like taking her shoes off as soon as she entered the house.

I walked into the living room, a two-bedroom, two-living room, one-bathroom upscale apartment, decorated in a simple and elegant style. Her master bedroom was white, but the other room surprised me; it was like a giant wardrobe, filled with all sorts of clothes—at least a hundred sets. I wondered why a girl needed so many clothes? But since we weren't close, I didn't dare ask too much.

She wanted to change the interior to a natural wood color scheme. That was easy; I could just copy my home's decor here and it would be done. But to talk to her more, I naturally offered a lot of suggestions and opinions. She just listened quietly, knowing I knew a lot about wood, and her eyes showed trust. Throughout, she didn't say much, and her words were concise. My motto is: A woman who doesn't talk much is the most charming!

We talked for over an hour, and I was completely captivated by her. She wasn't tall, only about 160cm, shorter than my 181cm, but her figure was breathtaking. Her soft, white silk top flared out, revealing one firm breast—I'd estimate a 32D! Her

snow-white, shapely legs beneath her skirt made my heart race. Combined with her serene, dreamlike appearance, she was a beauty hidden deep within. When

she noticed me yawning repeatedly towards the end, she realized I hadn't slept all night. Her expression immediately turned apologetic, urging me to go home and sleep. I reluctantly left.

Later, I helped her draw up the construction plans and showed them to her. Unexpectedly, she was going to Los Angeles with Ms. Huang for two weeks, which would be perfect time to finish the woodwork for her house. To catch a glimpse of her, I drove her and Ms. Huang to the airport. She had a great sense of style; that day she wore a black and white outfit. Despite the approaching winter weather, she wore a pristine white silk blouse, a matching cashmere scarf casually draped over her shoulders, a black leather mini-skirt, and mid-calf high-heeled boots. Sitting in the front seat of my car, half of her shapely, snow-white thigh was exposed. The delicate, elegant fragrance of her perfume, like her, was quiet and serene. My goodness, how was I supposed to drive like that? I was completely distracted the entire way to the airport, my eyes glued to her and her cousin as they walked into the departure hall.

On the way back, I kept picturing her shapely, snow-white leg. I couldn't help but grip the steering wheel with one hand and run the other to the leather seat she had just been sitting on. I vaguely felt the seat was still warm; was it because the heat from her thigh sitting on it hadn't dissipated? I remembered Miss Huang's joke: "My cousin, don't let her fashionable appearance fool you, she's actually very conservative. So many men pursue her, but she doesn't give them a chance. She's as still as water, you know?"

How could I not understand? The first day I met her, her expression was completely calm!

They were abroad for two weeks, and I frequently went to her place to personally supervise the construction work and check the quality. One day, while helping the workers move her wardrobe, I found a large photo inside, like a poster. I looked closely, and oh my god! The beautiful woman standing in front of a luxury car, sunglasses perched on her forehead, wearing a black leather miniskirt and long black riding boots, her long black hair flowing—wasn't that Huang Shih-han? So she's the spokesperson for a certain luxury car brand! No wonder I've been daydreaming about her ever since I first saw her. I should blame myself for never watching commercials; why didn't she mention it? Oh well! Someone as calm as a still pond probably wouldn't think much of it!

Huang Shih-han would frequently call from abroad to inquire about the renovation progress, and I would honestly report back, maintaining my image as a helpful and upright gentleman. Of course, I didn't ask that she was actually a spokesperson for a certain luxury car brand.

One night, the phone rang and woke me up. I thought it probably wasn't Shih-han, because she was very polite and would never call in the middle of the night, so I answered the phone irritably.

My tone was very impatient: Hello~ Who is it?

She said quietly: I'm sorry to have woken you up!

Hearing her soft and gentle voice, I felt like I wouldn't sleep even if a knife was held to my throat: Ms. Huang!

I'm not asleep, I'm still awake, what do you need me to say?

I thought it was about the house renovation again, but she said she was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to someone. I was flattered and secretly overjoyed.

I adopted a considerate and understanding attitude, saying: Everyone has bad days. You can treat me like a trash can, pour out your troubles to me, don't worry, I won't tell anyone!

She laughed on the other end of the phone. Women hate talkative men, so she told me that wherever she goes, there are always some clueless men trying to get close to her, pestering her and annoying her.

Last night (9 pm US time, 1 pm Taiwan time), she had dinner with her cousin's friends. A male classmate of her cousin's from college tried to get her drunk, but she insisted on not drinking, which resulted in a very unpleasant situation. The man who tried to get her drunk has been a great help to her cousin in business, and her lack of respect for him made her cousin very unhappy. After returning home, her cousin criticized her, making her very sad and unable to sleep all night. This morning, her cousin ignored her and left. Unable to sleep, she called me. Since

the beautiful woman was in trouble, I naturally offered kind advice, but I couldn't criticize her cousin, since they are blood relatives after all. So, I cleverly and subtly criticized the nasty man who tried to get her drunk, which made her laugh out loud, and she spoke more naturally.

She suddenly asked, "When you men see a beautiful woman, do you all think about that?"

I pretended to be clueless: "You all think about that?"

She stammered, unsure how to phrase it: "You mean...that?" "You know what I mean, right?"

I continued to pretend: "I don't understand!"

She sounded a little deflated: "You mean...sleeping with her?"

I said: "So that's what you mean? That's right!"

She was surprised by my direct answer: "Really? Then...are you like that too?"

I said: "Yes!"

She suddenly fell silent on the other end of the phone.

I continued: "A beautiful woman is sought after by a gentleman; the ultimate goal of a man dating a woman is definitely to sleep with her!

" She said with a hint of disappointment: "So you're the same as them!"

I said: "Then let me ask you, if one day you date a certain man, wouldn't the ultimate goal also be to sleep with him?"

My ambiguous argument left her speechless for a moment, and the other end of the phone fell silent again.

Her voice, barely audible, finally broke through: "Is doing that kind of thing really that good?"

I said: "What do you mean?"

She became even more shy: I mean... is it really that good for men and women to do that? Why do people think about that nowadays...? One of my good girlfriends is like that too...

I asked: Is that even a question? If it's not good, why do so many people like to do it? Have you ever done that?

She: No!

I seized the opportunity to press: You're a physiologically mature woman, don't you ever think about it?

She timidly: Sometimes I do, but... I'm afraid...

I asked: Afraid of getting pregnant?

She answered honestly: Yes!

I asked again: If it's safe and won't result in pregnancy, would you want to try it?

She hesitated for a long time before answering: If it's the right person, I think I would!

I pressed her: Have you met the right person yet?

She fell silent again, then said: I don't know...

I said my usual thing: Once you've had the experience, I guarantee you'll want to do it every day!

She was a little skeptical: Really? I didn't believe it, I heard it hurts a lot the first time?

I was afraid of scaring her, so I carefully answered: The first time will always hurt a little, but it gets very comfortable after a while!

She asked curiously: Really?

I boldly said, "If you don't believe me, I'll teach you when you get back..."

She froze, "I...no..."

Afraid of scaring her, I didn't say anything more: "Okay! These things also depend on fate..."

Then I changed the subject to talk about the tedious things in her house renovation. She seemed to be listening absentmindedly, a little disappointed that I didn't bring up sex anymore, but as an inexperienced girl, she was too embarrassed to bring it up again. We chatted for a short while before abruptly ending the call.

The house was completely renovated the day before she returned. Actually, her house already had basic decorations; I just had someone do the work on the parts she wanted to replace with solid wood, so it didn't really take too much effort.

Shih-Han's flight was from Los Angeles to Taipei at 9:30 pm, and I naturally went to pick her up at Chiang Kai-shek International Airport. Unexpectedly, only she came out of the departure hall alone. It turned out that her cousin had something to do in Los Angeles, so she came back alone first, which was exactly what I wanted. The funny thing was, despite having so many clothes, she was still wearing the same outfit she wore on the day she boarded the plane: a white silk top, a black leather skirt, and black leather mid-calf high-heeled boots. Her shapely, smooth legs, without any pantyhose, were on full display. I immediately reminded myself to concentrate on driving.

Back in Taipei, she seemed quite happy, constantly asking me curiously about how the house looked after the renovations. I casually gave her answers, but of course, I couldn't resist my manly instincts, stealing glances at her exposed thighs through her leather miniskirt. On the highway, suddenly a car swerved sharply and cut into my lane.

She yelled, "Watch out!"

I slammed on the brakes. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt, and her body lurched forward. My right hand, which was on the automatic gearshift, instinctively reached out to stop her. By sheer coincidence, my hand landed right between her thighs, meeting her forward momentum. It was as if her genitals were pressed against my hand. My hand, as if blessed in a past life, landed perfectly on her crotch, her slightly protruding vulva within my grasp. Through her tight panties, I could feel the warmth of her vulva.

In that emergency, I essentially pushed her vulva back into her seat. She gasped, whether from the danger of the car or from the sensation of my hand touching her vulva, I couldn't tell. At the same time, my hand felt how narrow her thin silk panties were, my fingers touching a tuft of pubic hair peeking out. My penis was already erect. She must be wearing a thong! I've heard models, advertisers, and celebrities all wear thongs!

After the danger subsided, the car suddenly fell silent. My absent-minded hand was still resting on her crotch, enjoying the warmth of her triangle area. Her face was flushed to the roots of her ears.

She timidly said, "Your hand!"

Only then did I snap out of my daze: "Ah! I'm sorry..."

As I moved my hand away from her crotch, I seemed to faintly feel her panties were slightly damp with a honey-like fluid.

I turned to look at her apologetically. She stared blankly ahead, a thin, crystalline glint in her dreamlike eyes. An uninformed person might think she was about to cry, but my experience told me that she had been aroused after her forbidden zone had been touched.

After returning to her place and putting down my luggage, she carefully looked around the house, which still smelled of fresh wood. I sat on the sofa watching her slowly walk back and forth in the living room. Her graceful figure, with a waist of only about 21 inches, made her breasts, barely concealed by her white silk coat, appear even more firm. Her snow-white, shapely legs under her leather miniskirt were simply stunning. I found it hard to believe that someone with such features, at 22, was still a virgin.

She seemed quite satisfied with the wood-furnished renovation I had overseen, but the embarrassing scene in the car earlier had kept her silent. Afraid of breaking the bowl if I ate too quickly, I stood up and handed her the keys.

She said, "You're leaving?"

I nodded, "Yes! You must be tired after flying for eleven hours. Get some rest!"

She said, "Wait a minute!"

She quickly went to the room, opened her suitcase, and took out a jar of American ginseng and a beautifully packaged parcel, handing them to me.

She said, "This ginseng is for you. You've gone to so much trouble for my house; it's to help you recover!"

She was indeed thoughtful, but she didn't understand that what I wanted wasn't ginseng.

She pointed to another beautifully packaged parcel and said, "My cousin asked me to bring this to you. She's being so mysterious; I wonder what it is?"

I was curious too: "Shall we open it and see?"

She said, "Okay!"

I hurriedly opened the gift her cousin had given me. She curiously leaned closer, her hair emitting a faint fragrance, and my erection started stirring again. Unexpectedly, when the parcel was opened, it contained an inflatable doll modeled after a foreign celebrity. We were both stunned. I was stunned because Ms. Huang was so thoughtful and mischievous; she was stunned because she didn't know what it was, staring blankly as I carefully unfolded the crumpled doll on the sofa.

She said, "What's this?"

I said, "An inflatable doll!"

She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! I've heard about this from friends; it's for men..."

Her face flushed, and she didn't continue.

I said, "Your cousin is really interesting. She probably saw I don't have a girlfriend right now and bought one for me to 'play with'!"

She blushed and stared blankly at the inflatable doll, speechless. I deliberately started inflating it, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. She seemed to want to stop me, but her curiosity and shyness only made it more alluring. Finally, the previously crumpled doll came to life, with blond hair, even her pubic hair was brownish-gold. I turned to look at her, and she immediately looked away.

I said, "Ha! This is the latest inflatable doll. Just fill it with warm water, and it'll be just like a real one!"

She turned back curiously and saw me pointing to the doll's vulva.

She said, "Really?"

I said, "We'll boil some water and fill it in to find out… Hold her…"

I said, handing the doll to her and going into the kitchen to boil water. She blushed and carried the doll into the kitchen.

She timidly asked, "Will it be like a real one after adding hot water?"

I said, "It should be, but the feeling here (I inserted my finger into the doll's vagina), I think it's far from the real thing…"

She hesitated, "Really?"

I said, "Definitely, otherwise I'd demonstrate for you!"

She thought for a moment, then said something I never expected: "Okay! If you don't mind!"

I was dumbfounded. I hadn't realized she actually wanted to see. I'd played with inflatable dolls before, but performing in front of someone was a first. I felt like an idiot. Turning to look at her misty, expectant eyes, I could only grit my teeth and nod. The

water-filled inflatable doll lay on the bed, like a woman's warm body. She sat quietly on the only small sofa in the bedroom, looking at the doll on the bed. I went to adjust the lighting to create the most romantic atmosphere.

She hesitated: "Are you really going to do it for me?"

I said, "I don't mind you watching. Do you mind?"

She knew she had agreed herself and silently lowered her eyes.

She said, "I'm just curious..."

Suddenly, an idea came to me: "But before I perform, you have to help me first!

" She was puzzled: "Help with what?"

I said, "You should know that a man's penis must be erect to penetrate a woman's vagina. If you want to watch me have sex with her (referring to the inflatable doll), you have to help me get my penis erect!

" She was momentarily at a loss: "Oh..."

Before she could react, I shamelessly pulled down my pants, underwear and all. She looked down, not daring to look at my already swollen, frog-like penis. I slowly walked up to her. She didn't dare to look up. I took her hand and guided it to my penis. Her body trembled slightly, her hand clenched tightly, refusing to open.

I said, "You don't have to use your hand to help me, as long as you let me caress you, that counts as helping me..."

She didn't dare look at me: "You... how does this count as helping you?"

I said, "When I caress your body, I get aroused, and when I'm aroused, I can have sex with the inflatable doll!"

Actually, being inexperienced, she was quite dense. My 17.5-centimeter-long penis was already erect and standing tall, but she still didn't understand.

Hearing me say that, she remained silent. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on her round, smooth thighs, feeling the muscles in her unstockinged thighs twitching, her two thighs pressed tightly together.

I said, "If you won't let me touch you properly, how will you watch me perform with the inflatable doll?"

Perhaps intentionally, or knowing I was using the inflatable doll as an excuse, she slowly parted her thighs. My hand gently probed down to the base of her thighs. Her face was flushed, she was slightly panting, and her body leaned softly against the sofa, not daring to look at me. When my hand touched her bulging vulva outside her thong, I felt that the entire thong was already soaking wet, a small tuft of pubic hair sticking out of the thong was covered with dew-like drops of honey. I pulled down the thin thong, my fingers touching her labia. So wet, so slippery, she groaned and grabbed my hand.

She pleaded, "Don't put your fingers in, I'm scared..."

I said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless..."

I pulled my hand out of her panties, and my hand, dripping with honey-like fluid, slipped inside her silk top, touching her 32D bra. I pulled the bra open, cupped her warm, large breasts in my hands, and lightly touched her nipple with one finger. Her areolas were large, and her nipples were erect. I'd heard that women with large areolas had a strong sex drive, and she already possessed two of those qualities.

Under the light touch of my fingers, her nipples instantly hardened. She let out a soft cry, too afraid to move, letting me knead and play with them. Holding her snow-white, delicate, and warm breasts in my hands felt like squeezing a warm, hot potato—it was incredibly pleasurable.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at me, which made it easier for me to do as I pleased. When I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, she was startled. But as my tongue teased her erect nipple, she went limp like a puddle of water, collapsing onto the sofa. At that moment, I was certain her vagina was already overflowing with desire, but instead of rushing to touch her still-open vulva, I immediately pressed my lips to her soft, alluring lips.

Her body trembled, and my tongue forcefully pried open her tightly clenched teeth, sucking on her soft tongue. I greedily sucked on the saliva in her mouth; it was so sweet and delicious. Her soft tongue dared not wander, letting me suckle it. I inhaled the hot air exhaled from her nostrils, making my penis even harder. If I didn't help it cool down soon, it might explode.

My free hand slipped between her legs, touching a pool of wetness; her crotch was already soaked. As my fingers caressed the soft flesh of her vulva, she groaned loudly, her lower body shyly thrusting in response. I quietly pulled down her thong and gently lifted her black leather skirt, revealing her snow-white, slender waist, her flat stomach, and thick pubic hair. No wonder the thong couldn't hide her exposed pubic hair; she possessed a third characteristic: an exceptionally strong sex drive.

My God! I'm so lucky! Just as I slowly parted her thighs, thinking I had succeeded, she suddenly slammed her legs together and pushed me away.

She said, "No! We've only met a few times, no..."

I didn't dare force her at that moment, because her cousin, Miss Huang, was not someone to be trifled with, so I immediately changed course.

I said, "Why are you so nervous?" "I'm not going to do it with you..."

She stared at me blankly, somewhat incredulous. "...

I walked to the bedside. Luckily, the water inside the inflatable doll hadn't cooled down, otherwise I would have been having sex with an ice queen."

She stared blankly as I stroked the inflatable doll, gently parting its thighs. As I inserted my large penis into the doll's vagina, I glanced at her. I saw her mouth slightly open, her dreamy eyes wide open, staring at the point where my penis connected to the doll's vagina.

I pretended to ignore her and began thrusting my penis in and out of the doll's vagina. Perhaps seeing how engrossed I was, in the romantic lighting, the inflatable doll looked almost real. Shihan, leaning against the sofa, was so absorbed that she forgot to put her thong back on, which I had quietly taken off. Suppressing her breathing, I thought to myself that her vaginal fluids were probably overflowing by now.

I picked up the inflatable doll, walking and thrusting my large penis into its vagina. When I reached her, she blushed crimson and dared not look. I took her hand and guided it to the point where my penis met the doll's vagina. Her hand trembled as if electrocuted, yet she curiously and gently touched my penis, which was still outside her vagina. This time, I didn't let her pull away, pulling her up from the small sofa.

I said, "Wouldn't it be clearer if you sat on the bed and watched me have my way with her?"

Perhaps because she was still wearing a short leather skirt and mid-calf black boots, although her top was a little disheveled, it was still safer than being naked. Therefore, she obediently sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing my plan succeed, I immediately took the inflatable doll to the bed for another round. Actually, inserting into an inflatable doll was quite comfortable, but since it wasn't a real person, the sensation wasn't quite there. I was worried about ejaculating, so I only inserted my penis into the doll, feigning thrusting, without rubbing my penis against the doll's vagina, and managed to hold back from ejaculating.

I deliberately groaned loudly, startling her.

She asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

I sighed, "I'm sorry! I'm trying so hard to ejaculate, to finish this performance and show you something, but she's just a mannequin, I don't feel it's enough, I can't ejaculate!"

She said, "Oh! What should I do?"

She was sitting on the bed, her legs slightly bent and apart, unaware that my lecherous eyes had already peeked into her parted thighs, vaguely seeing thick pubic hair.

I said helplessly, "Unless a real woman helps me, I can't ejaculate!"

She seemed to realize something, but was also a little confused: "Oh! Then…then don't do it!"

I said, "It's difficult!"

I pulled out my erect penis and presented it to her.

I said, "Look how engorged it is, if I don't ejaculate, I'll be miserable!"

She hesitated, "This…"

I gently stroked her thigh; she trembled slightly but didn't move.

I mustered my courage: "Would you help me?"

She said with difficulty, "How do you want me to help?"

I went all out: "Use your vagina to help me squeeze it out..."

She nervously replied: "Oh... my friend said I could use my hand?"

I slipped my hand between her thighs, my fingertips gently rubbing the glans of her vulva. Her body almost went limp again, but this time she didn't stop my caresses.

I pressed on: "Isn't using your hand like using an inflatable doll—you don't feel anything?"

She shyly turned

her head away, not daring to look at me. At this moment, my fingers, which were covered in the slippery fluid from her vagina, moved faster and faster. She gasped for breath, and I kissed her soft lips, sucking hard on her tongue. Suddenly, she let out a soft moan, her hands gripping my arm tightly. My fingers, caressing her vulva, felt a surge of heat. She had reached orgasm.

During her orgasm, her two snow-white thighs spread apart and trembled as if in spasms. Taking advantage of this moment, I lifted her leather skirt and pressed my penis against her wet vulva. She turned her head away from my kiss, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart pounding, her face flushed, and her large eyes brimming with tears. Her lower body was limp and yielding to my pressure. I didn't dare delay, immediately inserting my large penis into her already incredibly wet vagina. She

tensed and cried out in pain. She cried out, "Ah! It hurts! Take it out!"

I looked down at my large penis already inside her vagina; below the glans, the entire shaft was still protruding. I saw her vagina tightly gripping my penis, her labia contracting and locking around the glans. A wave of visual and physical pleasure washed over me. I held her waist, preventing her from pulling away.

I said, "Will it still hurt if I don't move?"

She said, "It's a little better!"

I said, "Don't worry, I'm only inserting the head of my penis into your vagina. That won't break your hymen!

" She said, "Really? You can't go back on your word!"

I said, "My penis doesn't necessarily have to be completely inserted into your vagina. I can ejaculate just by using the head!"

She seemed relieved: "Oh..."

I gently kissed her soft lips. She opened her mouth, her tongue intertwining with mine. I gently moved my penis, only the glans withdrawing from her vagina and then re-entering. Seeing that I kept my word, and driven by instinct, she gently moved her vulva to meet my shallow thrusts. I pulled away from her lips

: "Does it still hurt?"

She breathed heavily and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt like this, but it feels so swollen down there..."

I lifted my upper body, revealing the point where my penis met her vagina.

I said: "Look!"

She curiously looked down at the point where my penis met her vagina. I gently moved the glans in and out of her vagina. As she looked, she suddenly let out a soft moan, her hand tightening around my arm.

I felt her vagina contract and tighten, gripping the glans tightly. A warm current surged from deep within her vagina, making my glans feel wonderfully hot.

She moaned: "Mmm~ Ah~" I said: "Isn't it very comfortable?"

She nodded, sweat beading on her forehead.

I said, "Should I go in a little deeper?"

She remained silent, thinking for a moment, "Will it hurt?"

I said, "It might hurt a little, but you'll feel even better... You've already seen my glans enter your vagina, so in fact, we're already having sex..."

She remained silent, her thighs opening and closing, rubbing against my thighs pressed against her lower body. The soothing comfort made every pore on my body open. She seemed to tacitly allow me to go deeper, gently thrusting her vagina upwards to meet me. I slowly pushed my glans in, her hands nervously resting on my waist, probably thinking that if it hurt, she would push me away forcefully.

She couldn't help but cry out, "It's so full! Be gentle..."

I said, "Hmm... I'll be very careful..."

As I spoke, I steeled myself and thrust my glans in forcefully. With a scream from her, my entire penis was inserted into her vagina, and she trembled with pain.

She cried out, "It hurts! It hurts so much..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks, her nose twitching slightly.

She said sadly, "You lied to me!"

I felt a pang of guilt, but also immense satisfaction at having taken her virginity.

I said, "I'm sorry! You're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist..."

She was a little angry: "You men are all the same, so bad..."

I gently silenced her with my lips, my tongue licking her tears, a little salty, then gently sucking on her soft lips. Finally, under my tender caresses, she extended her tender tongue into my mouth, our tongues intertwining.

I gently pulled my penis, fully inserted into her vagina, out. Her thighs tensed again, her hands gripping my waist.

She groaned, "Don't move! It hurts..."

I propped myself up and looked down, seeing a considerable amount of virgin blood on the sheets from my half-extracted penis. She also looked down at the pool of virgin blood on the sheets.

She looked at me: "You finally got me..."

I comforted her: "Don't worry! I will truly cherish and love you..."

She was skeptical: "I hope you're telling the truth..."

At this moment, I began to gently thrust my penis in and out of her vagina, bringing out a lot of virgin blood.

She frowned: "Go slower, it still hurts a little!"

I kissed her tenderly: "Hmm... wrap your legs around my waist, it will be more comfortable..."

She obediently and gently, shyly, wrapped her stunningly beautiful leg around my waist.

I said: "Wrap it tighter, then you'll forget the pain!"

She did as I said, tightly wrapping her legs around me, and I began to slowly thrust my penis in and out of her tight vagina. Perhaps because it still hurt a little, as she wrapped her legs around my waist, I wrapped them tighter and tighter.

Only then did I feel truly one with her. I held her and kissed her deeply, her soft lips pressed against mine, sucking and swallowing my saliva. We silently moved our lower bodies to meet each other's. Her movements were clumsy, but this beautiful woman beneath me, letting me ravage her, made me feel like I was ascending to heaven.

I thrust my glans deep into her womb, the tip of my penis rubbing against her clitoris. Suddenly, she turned her head, parting our lips, breathing heavily, her vagina beginning to thrust upwards violently.

I knew she was about to climax again: "Does it still hurt?" She shook

her head, panting: "It feels good...it's so itchy...faster..."

I whispered in her ear: "I want you to say 'fuck me hard'!"

She remained silent, only thrusting her vagina, hoping I would respond by forcefully penetrating her. But this time, I stopped thrusting.

I said: "You said you wanted me to fuck you hard, and I'll hurry..."

She couldn't hold back any longer: "Fuck me hard!"

I said, "Say it louder, say you like me fucking you..."

Just before her climax, she was almost going crazy with excitement, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, thrusting her vulva forcefully, her vagina like a small mouth tightly gripping my penis.

She cried out, "Fuck me harder! I like you fucking me... Fuck me faster..."

Her cries drove me to the extreme of excitement, my large penis couldn't help but thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, the glans slamming against her clitoris, fiercely fucking her tender hole.

Suddenly she cried out, "I need to pee, I need to pee..."

I felt her vagina contract rapidly, the tender flesh of her uterus tightening and gripping my glans, making my rapidly thrusting glans ache slightly. Amid her cries and moans, a thick stream of hot vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans, the writhing, contracting flesh of her vagina like a small mouth tightly enveloping and sucking my penis.

I could no longer hold back, and I groaned loudly. Thick semen erupted like a volcano, gushing from my glans and urethral opening, filling the depths of her flower. The continuous orgasms made our limbs intertwine tightly, wishing we could never be separated.

Ever since I deflowered Shihan, she seemed to have tasted the pleasure of sex. Whenever she had free time, she would seek me out to penetrate her tender hole, often spending the entire night together. Sometimes she would even come to my office, and under the cold gaze of my secretary, Ms. Chen, she would close the door and have sex with me intensely, trying out all sorts of positions. Or, on the way I drove her to shoot commercials, whenever the mood struck, we would stop the car and have sex in the back seat.

Her sex drive was exceptionally strong, truly meeting the three criteria of her body: thick eyebrows, large areolas, and abundant pubic hair. She was truly a natural beauty.

To this day, she still carefully keeps the sheets stained with her virgin blood.

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