I deflowered the advertising star.

Chapter 1: By All Means to Get to Her I stayed up all night handling business at home. The next day, I went to the company with bleary eyes. As I walked in, I saw a long-haired girl sitting quietly in the reception area. Through the frosted glass, I could only vaguely make out that she was short, her head slightly lowered, and her face obscured. She was wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. I assumed she was there for a job interview and didn't pay her any mind, walking into my personal office.
I had just sat down, lit a cigarette, and was eager to finish my work and go home to sleep when my secretary, Ms. Chen, walked in with a cold face. Her expression was always aloof, a coldness tinged with allure, 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 she needed. She said a young lady 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 find a friend at a travel agency to get her a passport.
The passport arrived yesterday. Ms. Huang called to say she was too busy to come and would have her cousin pick it up, so I asked Ms. Chen to invite her in.
Ms. Chen gave a cold reply and turned to leave. Although her behavior was aloof, every time I saw her straight, shapely legs 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 Ms. Huang's passport, and casually flipped through it, looking at her photo. If Ms. Huang weren't so beautiful and had such a charming smile, I wouldn't have bothered asking a classmate to apply for her passport! I wonder if her cousin is as charming as her. Lost in thought, I heard the sound of high heels and looked up to see a girl with long, flowing hair walking in. She was wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. Wasn't that 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 double eyelids were clearly defined, and her large eyes shone with a dreamlike charm. The slight upturn at the corners of her eyes added to her allure. Her nose was straight, her lips looked soft and tender, and she had an oval face with a distinctive chin. She was such a beautiful, captivating girl, more than twice as beautiful as 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. Li! I'm here to get my cousin's passport!"
Her speech was crisp and efficient. I handed her the passport as if it were an imperial decree. She thanked me and took the passport with her long, slender, white hand. 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, is that 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 special..."
She smiled quietly, her captivating eyes looking at me. "My cousin said she's 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 advice?"
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 so much. When are you free? Can you come
over and take a look?"
I was originally planning to go home and sleep, but hearing this, I perked up. "Oh! I'm free after noon, I'll... "
"I'm free this afternoon
Her big eyes lit up with joy. "Okay! I'll be waiting for you at home at two o'clock!"
Then 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! Watching her back, her shapely, long legs under 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 my clothes, and arrived at Huang Shih-han's
place before two o'clock sharp. Right, her name is Huang Shih-han. Her appearance is dreamlike, even her name is dreamlike. On the way, my mind wandered
. I seemed to have heard somewhere that women with thick, long eyebrows have a particularly strong sex drive. I wonder if that's
true ?
She lives alone. She opened the door herself, still dressed the same as this morning. I took a closer look at her eyebrows.
Hmm! It was indeed thick and long, but seeing her dreamlike eyes, I suppressed the filthy thoughts in my mind
, presenting myself as a gentleman.
She told me not to take off my shoes, ha! She had the same hardwood floors as my house, and like me, she didn't like taking off her shoes upon entering
.
I walked into the living room, a high-end apartment with two bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, decorated in an elegant and simple style. Her master bedroom
was white, but the other room surprised me, because the entire room was like a giant wardrobe, filled with
all kinds of clothes, at least over a hundred sets. I wondered why a girl needed so many clothes? But I
didn't know her well, so I didn't dare ask.
She wanted to change the interior to a natural wood color scheme, which was too 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, her eyes showing trust.
Throughout, she was a woman of few words, using concise language. My motto is: the most charming women are those who don't talk much!
We talked for over an hour, and I was already deeply attracted to her. She wasn't tall, only about 160cm
, shorter than my 181cm, but her figure was breathtaking. Her soft white
silk top accentuated her firm breasts, which I'd estimate to be around a 32D! Her snow-white, rounded
legs beneath her skirt made my heart race. Combined with her serene, dreamlike appearance, she
was a hidden beauty.
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 back to 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. Just 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. Even though it was almost winter
, 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 ankle boots. Sitting in the front seat of my car, she revealed half of her shapely, snow-white thighs.
The delicate, elegant fragrance I smelled was from a high-end French perfume, just like her—quiet and serene. My goodness, how was I supposed to drive like that? I
was completely distracted the whole way to the airport, my eyes glued to her and her cousin as they walked into the departure hall.
On the way back, her shapely, snow-white legs kept flashing through my mind. 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 the lingering heat from her thighs sitting on it? I remembered Ms. Huang's joke: "
Don't let her fashionable appearance fool you, my cousin is 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!
During their two-week trip abroad, I frequently visited 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, flowing black hair—wasn't that Huang Shih-Han? It turns out 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 guess I should blame myself for never watching
commercials; why didn't she mention it? Oh well! Someone as indifferent as a still pond probably wouldn't think much of it!
Huang Shih-han would occasionally call from abroad to ask 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 the spokesperson for a luxury car brand.
One night, the phone rang and woke me up. I thought it probably wasn't Shih-han, because she's very polite and would
never call in the middle of the night, so I answered the phone irritably.
I said impatiently, "Hello~ Who is it?"
She replied quietly, "Sorry to wake you!"
I heard her soft, gentle voice, as if she wouldn't sleep even with a knife to her 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 delighted.
I adopted a considerate and understanding attitude, saying, "Everyone has bad days. You can
treat me like a dumping ground. 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,
some clueless men try 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 . One of her cousin's male classmates 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 had been a big help to her cousin in business. Her cousin's lack of respect for him
greatly displeased her, and the cousin scolded her after they got home, making her very upset. She didn't sleep all night, and
her cousin left early the next morning without paying her any attention. Unable to sleep, she called me.
Since the beautiful woman was in trouble, I naturally offered kind words of comfort, but I couldn't criticize her cousin, as they were
blood relatives. So, I cleverly and
subtly , 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: "Which one?"
She stammered, unsure how to phrase it: "You know...that, right? You know what I mean, right?"
I continued to pretend: "I don't understand!"
She seemed a little deflated: "You mean...sleep 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's relationship with a woman is definitely to sleep with her
!"
She said with some disappointment: "So you're the same as them!"
I said: "Then let me ask you, if one day you date a certain man, is the ultimate goal
also 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 the silence: "Is doing that kind of thing really that good?"
I asked, "What do you mean?"
She became even more shy: "I mean... is it really that good for men and women to do that kind of thing? Why are people thinking about
that nowadays...? One of my close 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 kind of thing?"
She replied, "No!"
I seized the opportunity to press further: "You're a physiologically mature woman, don't you ever think about it?"
She timidly said, "Sometimes I do, but... I'm afraid, I'm scared..."
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 closely: "So now you've met the right person..." "Is she here?"
She fell silent again, then said, "I don't know..."
I repeated my usual line, "Once you've had the experience, I guarantee you'll want to do it every day!"
She seemed a little skeptical, "Really? I don't believe it. I heard the first time is very painful?"
Afraid of scaring her, I carefully replied, "The first time is always a little painful, but it gets very comfortable after a while!"
She asked curiously, "Is that so?"
I boldly said, "If you don't believe me, I'll teach you when you get back..."
She froze, "I... I don't want to..."
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 about her house renovation. She seemed to be listening absentmindedly,
a little disappointed that I didn't bring up sex anymore, but as a girl who had never experienced sex, she was too embarrassed to bring it up again.
We talked 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
renovations; I just had someone do the work on the parts she wanted to replace with solid wood, so it didn't take much effort.
Shih-Han's flight from Los Angeles to Taipei was 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. It turned out her cousin had some business in Los Angeles, so she
came back alone, which was exactly what I wanted. What was funny was that she had so many clothes, but she was still wearing the same outfit she
wore on the day she boarded the plane: a silk white top, a black leather skirt, and black leather mid-calf high-heeled boots. Her shapely, smooth legs without pantyhose
were on full display, and I immediately reminded myself to concentrate on driving.
Back in Taipei, she seemed quite happy. As soon as we caught up, she kept asking me curiously about how the house looked after the renovations. I casually
answered, but of course, I couldn't resist my manly nature, occasionally stealing glances at her thighs exposed outside her leather miniskirt. On
the highway , suddenly a car swerved 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 in 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 passed, the car suddenly fell silent. My absent-minded hand was still on her crotch, enjoying
the warmth of her triangle area. Her face was flushed to her ears.
She timidly said, "Your hand!"
I then came to my senses: "Ah! I'm sorry..."
When I moved my hand away from her crotch, I seemed to faintly feel her panties were slightly damp with honey-like fluid.
I turned to look at her apologetically. She stared blankly ahead, her dreamy eyes shimmering with a thin, crystalline
luster. An outsider might have thought she was about to cry, but my experience told me that she was aroused after her forbidden zone had been touched
.
After returning to her place and putting away her luggage, she carefully looked around the house, which still smelled of raw wood. I sat
on the sofa and watched her slowly walk back and forth in the living room. Her graceful figure, her slender waist of about 21 inches, made
her breasts, which were barely concealed by her white silk coat, look so firm. Not to mention her snow-white, shapely legs under her leather miniskirt.
I found it hard to imagine that someone with such features, at 22 years old, was still a virgin.
She seemed quite satisfied with the log cabin renovation I had overseen, but the embarrassing scene in the car earlier had left her
speechless. 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 jar of ginseng is for you. You've gone to so much trouble for my house, this is to help you recover
!"
She was indeed thoughtful, but she didn't understand that what I wanted wasn't the ginseng.
She pointed to another beautifully packaged parcel and said, "This is what my cousin asked me to bring you. She's being mysterious,
I don't know what it is."
I was also curious. "Shall we open it and see?"
She said, "Okay!"
I hurriedly opened the gift her cousin had given me. She curiously leaned closer, looking at me, a faint
fragrance emanating from her hair. My erection started to stir again.
Unexpectedly, when the package was opened, it contained an inflatable doll modeled after a foreign celebrity. We were both
taken aback. I was surprised because Ms. Huang was so thoughtful and mischievous, while she was surprised because she didn't know
what it was. She stared blankly as I deliberately unfolded the crumpled doll onto the sofa.
She asked, "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 stopped talking.
I said, "Your cousin is really funny. She probably bought one for me
to 'play' with since I don't have a girlfriend right now!"
She blushed and stared at the doll without saying a word. I deliberately started inflating it, and
out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she seemed to want to stop me, but her curiosity and shyness made her even more alluring. Finally, the previously crumpled
doll came to life, with blonde hair and even her pubic hair being 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 around curiously, saw me pointing to the doll's vulva, and asked, "Really?"
I said, "We'll see when we boil some water and fill it in... You 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 and said something I never expected: "Okay! If you don't mind."
Now I was dumbfounded. I hadn't expected her to actually want to see. I'd played with inflatable dolls before, but...
Performing in front of people was a first for me, and I felt like a fool. Turning to look at her misty, watery,
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. I went to adjust the lighting to create the most romantic atmosphere.
She hesitated: "Are you really going to do this 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 me 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 at a loss for words: "Oh..."
Before she could react, I shamelessly pulled down my pants along with my underwear. 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 made her touch my
penis. Her body trembled slightly, and she clenched her hands tightly, refusing to open them.
I said, "You don't have to use your hands 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 an inflatable doll!"
Actually, being inexperienced, she was quite naive. My 18-centimeter-long penis was already erect and standing
tall , but she still didn't understand.
Hearing me say this, she remained silent. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on her round, smooth thigh, 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 see me performing with the inflatable doll?"
Perhaps intentionally, and knowing I was using the inflatable doll as an excuse, she slowly parted her thighs. My
hand gently explored her inner thighs. Her face was flushed, she was breathing slightly, and her body leaned softly against the sofa
, not daring to look at me. When my hand touched her vulva protruding outside her thong, I felt that the entire pair of pants was already soaking wet
. A small tuft of pubic hair exposed outside the pants was covered with dew-like drops of honey. I pulled down the thin thong and my fingers
touched 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, 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 comfortable
.
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, 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 move, 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
kneaded 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.
Good heavens! 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 this point, 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, a little 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 she saw 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 couldn't 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, and I lifted her 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 better than being completely naked.
Feeling safe, she obediently sat on the edge of the bed.
Seeing my plan had succeeded, I immediately grabbed the inflatable doll and went back to bed for another round. Actually, the inflatable doll was quite comfortable to insert
, but since it wasn't a real person, the sensation wasn't quite there yet. Worried about ejaculating prematurely, I
only inserted my penis into the doll, pretending to thrust my hips, 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 tried so hard to ejaculate, to give you a performance, but
she's just a doll, I didn't feel enough, I couldn't ejaculate!"
She said, "Oh! What should I do?"
She was now leaning back on the bed, her legs slightly bent and apart, unaware that my thieving eyes had already peeked into her parted thighs
, where I could vaguely see thick pubic hair.
I said helplessly, "I can only ejaculate if a real woman helps me!"
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 in front of 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 be willing to 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 was nervous: "Oh... my friend said I can use my hand?"
I put my hand inside her thigh, and my fingertips gently rubbed the glans of her vulva. Her body almost went limp again, but
this time didn't stop my caresses.
I pressed on: "Isn't using your hand like using an inflatable doll, without any feeling?"
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 as I touched her. She gasped for breath
, and I kissed her soft lips, sucking hard on her tongue. Suddenly, she made a soft "mmm" sound, her hands gripping
my arm tightly. My fingers, caressing her labia, felt a surge of heat; she had reached orgasm.
During her orgasm, her two snow-white thighs parted 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, allowing me to press down on her. I
didn't dare to delay and immediately inserted the head of my penis into her already incredibly wet vagina. Her whole body tensed, and she cried out in pain.
She cried out in pain, "Ah! It hurts! Take it out quickly..."
I looked down at the large glans that was already inside her vagina. Below the glans neck, the entire length of my penis was still exposed
. I looked down and saw that her vagina was tightly gripping my large glans, and her labia were contracting and pressing against the glans neck. I felt
a surge of pleasure, both visually and physically. I held her waist to prevent her from moving away.
I said, "If I don't move now, will it still hurt?"
She said, "It's a little better!"
I said, "Don't worry, I'll only insert the head of my penis into your vagina, so it 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 fully inserted into your vagina. Just the head going in and out of your vagina
is enough for me to ejaculate!"
She seemed relieved: "Oh..."
I gently kissed her soft lips. At this moment, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to intertwine with mine. I
gently moved my penis, only using the head to withdraw from her vaginal opening and then insert it again. Seeing that I kept my word,
coupled with physiological instincts, she also gently moved her vulva to meet my shallow thrusts.
I left her lips: "Does it still hurt?"
She breathed heavily and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt like this, but I feel so swollen down there..."
I raised my upper body, exposing the point where my penis was joined with her vagina.
I said, "Look!"
She curiously looked down at the point where my penis met her vagina. I gently moved the head
of my penis in and out of her vaginal opening. As she watched, she suddenly let out a soft moan and gripped my arm tightly.
I felt her vagina contract and tighten, tightly encircling the neck of my penis. A warm current
gushed from deep within her vagina, making my glans feel incredibly good.
She moaned, "Mmm... Ah..."
I said, "Isn't it good?"
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she nodded.
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 tight! 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. At this moment, she trembled all over in pain.
She cried out, "It hurts! It hurts so much..."
As she cried out in pain, crystal tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks, her nose twitching slightly.
She said sadly, "You lied to me!"
I felt a little guilty, but also incredibly satisfied to have 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 away her tears, which tasted a little salty, and then I held her lips in mine again.
Her soft lips gently sucked, and finally, under my tender caresses, she slipped her tender tongue into my mouth, where they
intertwined.
I gently withdrew my penis, which was fully inserted into her vagina, and her thighs tensed again, her hands gripping my
waist.
She groaned, "Don't move! It hurts..."
I propped myself up and looked down; the half-withdrawn penis had brought out a considerable amount of virgin blood on the sheets, and 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 you and love you..."
She was half-believing: "I hope you're telling the truth..."
At this moment, I began to gently thrust my penis, my large penis moving in and out of her vagina, bringing out more virgin
blood.
She frowned: "Go slower, it still hurts a little!"
I kissed her tenderly: "Mmm... wrap your legs around my waist, it will make you more comfortable..."
She obediently and shyly wrapped her stunningly beautiful legs around my waist.
I said, "Tighten up, and you'll forget the pain!"
She obeyed, wrapping her legs tightly around me. I began to slowly
thrust . Perhaps because it still hurt a little, she wrapped her arms around my waist, and I wrapped my legs tighter and tighter.
Only then did I feel that we were truly one. 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. Her movements were
clumsy, but this beautiful woman was beneath me, letting me ravage her. I felt as if I had ascended to heaven.
I pushed the head of my penis deep into her uterus, the tip of my penis rubbing against her clitoris. Suddenly,
she turned her head, parted our lips, and gasped for breath. Her vagina began 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...hurry up..."
I whispered in her ear: "I want you to say: 'Fuck me hard!'"
She shut her mouth and didn't say anything, just thrusting her vulva, hoping I would respond by forcefully penetrating her vagina
. But I stopped thrusting.
I said: "You have to say you want me to fuck you hard, then I'll hurry up..."
She couldn't help herself: "Hard...fuck me!"
I said: "Say it louder, say you like me fucking you..."
Between the climax and the aftermath, she was so excited she was almost going crazy, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, thrusting her vulva forcefully,
her vagina like a small mouth tightly biting my penis.
She cried out: "Fuck me hard! I like you fucking me...fuck me faster..."
Her cries excited me to the extreme, and my large penis couldn't help but thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, the glans
hitting her clitoris hard, fucking her tender hole fiercely.
She suddenly cried out, "I need to pee, I need to pee..."
I felt her vagina contract rapidly, the tender flesh of her uterus gripping my glans tightly, causing
a dull ache as I thrust rapidly inside her. With a loud groan, a thick, hot stream of
vaginal fluid
contracting flesh inside her vagina, like a small mouth, tightly enveloped and sucked my penis. I
couldn't hold back erupted like a volcano, gushing from my glans and
filling the depths of her flower. The continuous orgasms made our limbs intertwine tightly, as if we wanted to never
be separated. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Two: The Second Plum Blossom

of "I Deflowered the Advertising Star" 　　Since deflowering Shihan, I haven't slept well. Whenever I close my eyes, the image of that day flashes through my mind: her watery phoenix eyes filled with shyness, her dimples on her flushed cheeks appearing and disappearing with the rising tide of desire , her honey-like tongue melting in my mouth, her exquisite figure intoxicating, her fair and smooth skin making my blood boil; the moment she climaxed, her shapely, flawless legs tightly intertwined with mine, her honeyed cave instinctively spasming and writhing, sucking at my penis. Every time I think of this… the caterpillar between my legs transforms into an invincible cannon. 　　However, when I excitedly called her the next day, no one answered her home phone. Her cell phone played a recorded message from the telecom operator: "This number is out of service, please redial!" 　　In an instant, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone. Was she avoiding me? Yesterday, before I left, I gave her a farewell kiss at her doorstep. Her soft, smooth tongue still lingers in my mouth like a serpent, a sweet, tender kiss, full of reluctance to part. How could she have vanished into thin air in less than 24 hours? Was everything that happened yesterday just a daydream? 　　A week has passed, and Shihan is nowhere to be found. I even called her cousin, Huang Siyu, but the call didn't go through. She's probably still in America. I waited for her downstairs all night last night; she seems to have caught a cold. Where has she gone? Did she even abandon her newly renovated house to avoid me? 　　My icy secretary, Ms. Chen, noticed that I've been absent-minded these past few days, with bloodshot eyes. She thought something had happened at home and, unusually, showed me some concern, even chatting with me in my private office for a few minutes. Although it was all trivial stuff, I was still flattered. 　　Actually, Miss Chen is quite pretty. Although she doesn't possess the same soft yet alluring beauty as Shih-Han, her oval face gives her the makings of a natural beauty. Her eyebrows are like spring mountains, and although her large eyes reveal a chilling melancholy , it's also a captivating charm. Especially in her standard office lady attire, her slender waist accentuates her firm, approximately 34C breasts, and the narrow skirt, twenty centimeters above the knee, showcases her shapely legs. Paired with high heels, she's a stunning beauty who makes men's hearts flutter. 　　Sipping the hot tea Miss Chen had reminded me to brew, I sat on the small sofa signing the official documents she brought. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught long, beautiful legs encased in sheer stockings standing beside me, causing me to misplace my signature. She looked at me with a cold, unfunny expression, her alluring legs instinctively taking two steps back. I think she understood perfectly well what was going on.

What was I thinking? I don't know if I was just blinded by lust or if I was imagining her as the Shihan I'd been dreaming of.
As my hand slipped under her tight skirt and I felt
the warmth struck by a folder. Ouch! I never imagined a folder could hurt so much. Watching
her quickly move her shapely legs out of my office, God! What was I doing?
The phone on my desk rang. Hearing my secretary Chen's cold voice say it was Miss Huang calling, I pounced on the phone
like .
"Hello~"
How pathetic, my voice trembled, what a disgrace to a man.
A magnetic, gentle voice came from the other end: "Did you receive the gift Shihan brought you
?"
This teasing voice belonged to Shihan's cousin, Huang Siyu. She had returned from America; perhaps I could
find out Shihan's whereabouts from her. Thinking of this, my spirits lifted.
"Yes!" I replied
, quite pleased with my feigned nonchalance.
A giggle immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Have you tried it yet?" Damn it,
this damn woman! If I didn't need to find out Shih-Han's whereabouts from you, I would have told
you I used it during your cousin Huang Shih-Han's interview, and even deflowered her!
"Hehehe! I tried it, it's quite a different experience!"
Perhaps Shih-Yu didn't expect me to be so frank, I could sense her hesitation.
"Really? What's it like?"
Damn it! You dare ask me how it feels, what wouldn't I tell you?
"Hehehe! It's amazing, even better than the real thing!"
Silence fell on the other end of the phone.
Was she scared by me?
"Hello~~ Hello~~"
"Really...really better than the real thing? My boyfriend didn't say that~~"
Did she also bring back an inflatable doll for her boyfriend?
"What did your boyfriend say?"
"He said it's much worse than doing it with me..."
"Hehehe...I haven't done it with you, so I can't compare~~"
"You wish..."
I could tell that although her tone was fierce, she couldn't hide her smugness.
My good point is that I know when to stop. Sometimes, knowing when to stop can actually pique the other person's interest. Human
nature is inherently cheap, isn't it?
"Hehehe~~ What did you call me for?" Sure
enough, seeing my sudden change of tone, she seemed a little disappointed: "I want to ask you for a favor." "
What favor?"
"It's infuriating! I've been gone for so long, and the maintenance shop still hasn't fixed my car. I want to ask you
to come with me to deliver some gifts."
She dared to ask me to be her driver! This woman!
"Hello? How about it? Are you free?"
Hmph! For the sake of deflowering your cousin Shihan, I'll just be her driver!
*** *** *** ***
There were dozens of packages of gifts of various sizes in the back of the car. I thought, "This is terrible, I don't know how many places I'll have to deliver them to
," but Huang Shiyu said that as long as I helped her deliver these gifts to one place, it would be okay. Thank goodness!
As I drove into a large, classically styled European villa in Waishuangxi, I saw
seven or eight cars of various sizes parked in the driveway, along with some lighting equipment. What was going on here? Filming a movie?
Miss Huang seemed quite familiar with the place and beckoned me to follow her into the villa. Ah! It wasn't a movie shoot, it looked like
an advertisement shoot! Just as these thoughts were swirling in my mind, I saw Liying by the indoor fountain. Her long, black,
shiny hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. Oh? Ah! Uh… was that her?
Unfortunately, I couldn't see Liying's face from my angle. She was wearing a long, flowing, slit dress that clung to her like black satin
. Her graceful figure was quite familiar. Near the waist of the dress, the slit revealed her fair, jade-like
thighs, and her black three-inch high heels accentuated her shapely calves that made my heart race. Was it her? Shihan!
Miss Huang gestured for me to be quiet. With the director's cue to start the camera, the wind machine blew strong gusts
of wind, and Li Ying's hair rippled like silk. Hmm! They must be filming a shampoo commercial. The moment she turned her head with a faint smile
, my heart nearly leaped out of my mouth. Those bright phoenix eyes, those thick, dark eyebrows, that straight nose, those soft
red lips—it was indeed her, Shi Han, whom I'd been longing for day and night!
With her makeup on, and her hair brushing against her face, she exuded a breathtakingly beautiful yet tragic allure—the slit in her skirt
billowed in the wind, revealing glimpses of her round, snow-white thighs. Ah! There were no panty lines visible on the buttocks of her form-fitting black satin dress.
Was she not wearing any underwear?
As she posed for the three cameras, her alluring gaze swept across my face. I felt
a slight tremor in her body, but she quickly regained her composure and gracefully displayed her captivating charm.
The only difference was… a mesmerizing blush rose on her face, and her alluring eyes shimmered with a dreamlike ripple of
moisture . Oh my god… I’m going to faint…
*** *** *** ***
In the car, Shih-Han was still wearing her black satin dress, head bowed and silent. Her delicate, pale hands kept tugging
at the slit in her dress, probably trying to hide her bare thighs from me.
It turned out that the gift her cousin, Huang Shih-Yu, had given her was from a suitor she had met in America. Those
American idiots had no idea that Shih-Han’s honey pot had already been deflowered by my thick, long penis. How fortunate I was
!
Shih-Yu had to leave early and asked me to drive her home. Ah! I wonder if today is a good day…
“Where are you driving to?”
Strange? As my car turned onto Zhongxiao East Road, she finally spoke. Didn’t she live on Zhongxiao East Road
?
“I’m taking you home!”
“I’m staying at a friend’s house… on Dunhua South Road…”
Oh, I see. No wonder I couldn’t find her; she had gone to her friend’s house for refuge.
As I turned onto Dunhua South Road, I asked her, “Why did you change your phone number?”
She lowered her head, silent, a blush rising on her cheeks, her fan-like eyelashes trembling gently; I could almost hear her
heartbeat.
"Also, I've been calling your home, but no one answers. Are you avoiding me?"
She nodded silently, her oval face now rounded, her chin almost touching her chest.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"..."
"It's okay! If you don't want to say, then don't..."
She glanced at me, and I pretended not to see her. Just then, a taxi in front of us suddenly braked sharply. I immediately
slammed on my brakes, and she, ha! I saw her immediately cover her smooth, alabaster thighs at the slit of her long skirt with her hand, probably
afraid I'd try to take advantage of the situation like I did when I picked her up at the airport last time.
*** *** *** ***
Her friend's apartment was completely modernly decorated, mainly with stainless steel and glass.
A large 3:6 photograph hung on the living room wall... huh? I remember now, the woman in the photo with her legs spread wide and her face shrouded in mist, looks
like Ms. Wang, the top model in China! Could she be her friend?
As I helped her put the gifts in the cupboard, she casually said, "Actually, I
don't want to look at any of these gifts!"
Was she explaining herself to me? I put on an indifferent, smug look and walked into the living room, looking at the supermodel on the wall again
. She walked up to me.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"She's alright!"
"I wish I were as tall as her..."
"What's so good about being tall? Women who are too tall aren't feminine..."
"Don't give me that, everyone says she's incredibly feminine!"
I turned to look at her, and her cheeks flushed again: "What are you looking at?"
"Is this your friend the one you mentioned when you talked to me on the phone in America?"
"Did I? What did I say?"
"You said, one of my close girlfriends is like that too... a womanizer, have you forgotten?"
She turned away shyly, her jade-like thighs peeking out from the slit of her long skirt as she moved in her high heels.
"I'm going to change!"
she said, heading towards the room. At that moment, I couldn't resist any longer and hugged her from behind.
"Ah...don't do this, this is my house..."
I took advantage of her turning her head to speak and forcefully kissed her soft lips.
"Mmm..." she struggled fiercely, but my arms around her were like iron clamps, immobilizing her. Because she
was wearing three-inch heels, her shapely, pert buttocks were pressed tightly against my already erect penis.
At this moment, my tongue had already pried open her tightly closed lips, sucking on the sweet saliva in her mouth. Her body began
to heat up, her plump buttocks involuntarily thrusting backward, rubbing against my penis. Without hesitation, I unzipped
my pants rock-hard penis, which had long wanted to be exposed, was pressed naked between her buttocks, with only a thin layer of
fabric separating us. My large glans could feel the warmth between her buttocks.
Her body began to soften, and her nimble, tender tongue began to play a game of tumultuous action with mine, our
saliva constantly exchanging.
Amidst her screams, my right hand slipped through the wide neckline of her long dress, grasping her firm 32D
breasts, while my left hand reached behind her, slipping under the slit of her dress, caressing her smooth thighs before penetrating between her legs.
"Ugh...no...ugh..."
she began to struggle again. I was now at my wit's end, like a boat in the middle of the river, a horse at the edge of a cliff, even with a knife to her throat, I was
determined to have her.
Ah! She wasn't wearing underwear. I'd heard that models didn't wear underwear when shooting commercials and walking the runway, and now this
confirmed it.
Everything was soaking wet; she was already overflowing with desire.
When my middle finger touched the clitoris on her labia, her whole body went limp. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around me, and I
felt her soft lips become thirsty. A powerful suction drew my entire tongue into her mouth, her nimble tongue
swirling around the base of my tongue, drawing my saliva into her mouth. I knew she was drinking
my saliva like tea.
A man who could resist this moment would be no man at all!
I turned her body so she was facing me, lifting her long skirt from the slit.
"No… um… don't do this…"
she resisted weakly, struggling with a mixture of resistance and acceptance, until I finally pushed her down onto the sofa, spreading her
legs to reveal a thick, dark forest between her snow-white thighs, her pubic area already overflowing. My thick penis
, propelled by the slippery flow of fluid, plunged straight into her core. The moment the head of my penis touched her clitoris, she cried out, "Ah!
It hurts!"
I looked down and saw that our lower abdomens were pressed tightly together, our pubic hair tangled together . As I gently
withdrew my penis, I saw her tender pink labia flip open, glistening with her vaginal fluid
. When I thrust all the way in, I felt the contractions and sucking of her vagina, especially the small, slippery
clitoris pressed tightly against my glans. At that moment, her whole body began to convulse, and a surge of heat poured over my glans.
Hey! She came so quickly.
I lifted my head, my lips leaving hers, letting her catch her breath.
"You're so bad... um..." She forcefully turned her head away from my kiss: "Not here, she didn't have
a show today, she could be back at any time..."
I immediately gripped her buttocks tightly, pressing our genitals together.
"Wrap your legs around me tightly..."
She did as I said without thinking. As her soft, white thighs wrapped around my waist, I
lifted her up by her hips and carried her into the room. Without even looking at the furnishings, I pressed her onto the bed and
continued thrusting my large penis into her tender, beautiful hole.
She was now highly aroused, her shapely legs gripping my thighs tightly, her mons pubis thrusting upwards
to meet my thrusts.
"Plop! Plop!" With those sounds, she reached another climax.
"Oh! Ah..."
"Does it feel good?"
"Mmm!"
"Do you want me to fuck you harder?"
"Mmm! Uh..."
I began thrusting forcefully again. The intense friction between our genitals had soaked the sheets with our precum. Our joined genitals grew increasingly hot. Her beautiful legs, still clad in high heels, were tightly wrapped around my waist, and her mons pubis was rubbing intensely against my pubic bone. "Sister, call me brother... I want you... fuck you... call me..."
"Brother! Fuck me... fuck me, fuck me hard..."
With these cries, her thighs began to twitch again, her vagina rhythmically gripping my thick penis, her clitoris grinding tightly against my glans. Streams of hot, lustful fluid continuously poured onto my glans. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I inadvertently noticed a figure at the door. The sudden shock caused my semen to cool instantly.
By this time, she was half-conscious from being fucked by me, which allowed me to sneak a peek at the door. The first thing I saw was her shapely, long legs under her miniskirt and high-heeled boots. It was her! The supermodel was back, and she was peeking at me and Shih-Han's intense lovemaking from the doorway!

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