The class beauty's climax continues

Summer vacation has arrived again, seemingly a time for fulfillment. But deep down, I still desperately crave a classmate to call me out; otherwise, I'd be a complete idiot.

That evening, my QQ, which had been silent for a long time (I even suspect I was using a single-player version), suddenly lit up—it was our high school QQ group! Although I still keep in touch with a few of my high school classmates, it's only a handful; the rest seem like complete strangers.

I quickly opened the group and saw a message from the former class beauty, asking if anyone hadn't blocked the group. Seeing it, I felt a sudden sense of kinship, because I was also in the group, but no matter what I said, there was no response. I quickly typed, "Yes, what do you want?" The class beauty seemed surprised by my sudden appearance. Our relationship in high school wasn't too distant, nor too close; I guess she wouldn't have expected me to be the one to respond. But she had no choice, since I was the only one there.

She typed, "Do you know when No. 2 Middle School starts?" Extremely bored, I knew that if I typed "I don't know," she would reply "Oh." And that would be the end of the conversation, and I would remain bored. Then I remembered a Youku program I'd watched recently, "Logic Thinking," which discussed female thinking. The guy with the crooked mouth said a lot, but the most important thing was that female thinking values the present over the future, and feelings over results.

So I replied, "I also miss high school. Actually, even if school doesn't start, going to visit would still allow me to reminisce, and it wouldn't bother anyone." It seemed my words resonated with her; she paused for a long time before replying, "Sigh, my school starts on August 1st. I don't know if I'll make it to No. 2 Middle School?" Being an action-oriented person, I immediately replied, "How about we go tomorrow?" After typing that, I was even surprised myself. I felt our relationship wasn't quite there yet, and I might get a direct rejection. I could only sigh and go about my business.

Who knew that after a while, QQ would light up again, in the same group chat as before, with just two simple words: "Okay." She actually agreed; she must be incredibly bored. We chatted for a long time afterward, and she even invited me to visit Hangzhou (the class beauty was a top student at a prestigious school). Little did she know that this seemingly polite invitation would bring her "disaster."

Just as the class beauty and I were having a great time chatting, QQ lit up again. My girlfriend told me she wanted to go to Hangzhou around August and wanted me to come too. Haha, what a coincidence! I quickly switched back to another chat window and gladly accepted the class beauty's invitation. I even said, "I'll go with you when you go back, so you won't be lonely on the way." The class beauty fell silent again; I guessed she was trying to find a way to refuse. It was originally a polite invitation, but I had taken it seriously, which was also troubling for her. But if she refused, firstly, she had no good reason, and secondly, I might not accompany her back to her old high school the next day.

Although I'm usually a procrastinator, I'm always a man of action when it comes to these kinds of things. I confided in the class beauty, asked her for her ID number, and told her I'd help her book train tickets. I guessed she'd refuse, but I immediately explained, "To sit together, we have to book tickets together." I also told her that if she had any other classmates who needed tickets, I'd book those for them too. She had no choice but to give me her ID number, and then two more ID numbers and names, saying they were classmates traveling together.

Readers who have read my previous work know that I've accumulated some wealth through consistent writing. I bought three soft sleeper tickets with my ID, and one with the class beauty's ID, so we had a private compartment. As for her two classmates, I bought them two plane tickets.

The next day, when we met, I told her there were only two soft sleeper tickets left, one for her and one for me. As for her classmates, I bought them plane tickets. She seemed surprised and disappointed, and I secretly sneered to myself. I'd heard that she had a boyfriend in high school, so I suspect those two classmates I arranged to take the plane were the guys she was flirting with. She wanted to pay for my ticket, and while I didn't care about the money, I didn't refuse, just said I'd talk about it later. I wanted to leave a hint here so I could contact her later. A successful man is one who can sleep with whomever he wants, but one who doesn't sleep with anyone—the former is ability, the latter is responsibility.

We went back to our high school together, to the place that holds so many memories. I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia; the scenery remained the same, but time had passed. We barely talked on the way back, mostly reminiscing about our own high school days. I was quite surprised; even though we'd lived together for so long, we seemed like parallel lines, almost never intersecting.

After returning from high school, she was noticeably more familiar with me, and we chatted and laughed, without the awkwardness of our first meeting. On the way back, she suddenly asked if I had a girlfriend. My first thought was: what does she want? But then I remembered Luo Waizui's words: women focus on the present. So I let out a deep, affected sigh and said, "It's a long story..." Then my brain started racing, trying to come up with a lie. Because if you tell a woman asking about your relationship that you're in love and very happy, it's practically a direct rejection.

She seemed interested and pulled me to a bar to continue our conversation. I readily agreed, not because I was with a beautiful woman, but because I'd never been to a bar before and was too shy to go myself, so this was a good opportunity to broaden my horizons. I'd been raised like an aristocrat (which resulted in a total loser's mentality), and although I don't like drinking, I still diligently studied the differences in vintage, origin, and taste of wines, including spirits like brandy and vodka that I would never touch. At that moment, I suddenly felt I could show off my knowledge of alcohol.

But when we got to the bar, I realized I was wrong. Her best friend was already waiting there, and she'd even ordered drinks. I glanced at the table: a bottle of Spanish Jerez wine, labeled 1976, and a newly opened bottle of XO (brandy aged 25 years or more). Clearly, they'd only realized it was a strong spirit after taking a sip. The rest of the beer and snacks paled in comparison. When they saw us approaching, they simply greeted us briefly. The class beauty happily poured me a glass of Jerez wine, telling me, "This is imported; it's not easy to find."

I knew about Jerez's specialty, Sherry (a fortified white wine). Sherry commonly comes in three types: fino, oloroso, and px. Fino production involves special grape selection and a unique winemaking process. Most dry finos are elegant and delicious, with the best finos coming from estates with soil from Albarizza. Oloroso is fuller-bodied and richer, with flavors of barbecue and nuts. Oloroso rarely makes sweet wines; if they are, they're usually labeled "cream." But this one was sour and astringent, a complete failure, not even reaching the level of a Great Wall white wine.

I took a sip, frowned, and put the glass down, ordering a Baileys Sweetheart cocktail (it tasted like liquid tiramisu, very sweet, almost no alcohol, perfect for a poor guy). The prettiest girl in class saw me and asked why I didn't like fancy drinks. Too lazy to explain, I just said, "Isn't your online name 'Tiramisu'?" I raised my glass and said, "A Baileys Sweetheart is liquid tiramisu." I was even impressed with my own wit, but the girl didn't seem to react much.

We, well, they stayed out at the bar until very late. I knew they were waiting for me to pay the bill, but a bottle of XO and several bottles of sherry at the bar probably cost over 20,000 yuan, equivalent to two months' income for me. Even if I'm willing to pay for them out of respect for my old classmates, I still want to play a trick on them. I pretended to go to the restroom, left the private room, and then quietly crept back over. None of the class beauty's friends knew me, and the class beauty might not recognize me in the dark, which would make it easy for me to hide.

I waited outside for a while before I heard someone inside say, "Hey, how much did we spend this time?" A male voice next to me said, "Probably a thousand or two. No problem, I brought a thousand with me, let's pool our money." Immediately afterward, a female voice said, "Didn't XXX (the class beauty's name) bring someone with her? Let's see how much money he has and rip him off." The class beauty seemed to make a sound, but not a loud one. I guess it was just a symbolic objection and that was it.

At this moment, I went inside and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting." Pretending not to know anything, I downed my Baileys in one gulp. Just then, the woman who had said she was going to rip me off came over and said, "Handsome, we're about to pay the bill. Let's split it." I nodded and pointed to the things in front of me and the class beauty, saying, "We drank fifty Baileys and half a bottle of sherry. Okay, let's call it a bottle, five hundred. Here's six hundred for you." As I spoke, I took out six hundred yuan from my wallet and handed it to the woman. She winked at me and said, "Handsome, you're so generous. Do you have a girlfriend?" I reached out and grabbed the class beauty, saying, "Are you asking now or later?" The class beauty shook off my hand, her face flushed, whether from shyness or from drinking too much. Although my hint was obvious, what I really thought was: whether now or later, my answer was that I have a girlfriend.

They pooled together three thousand yuan and called the waiter to settle the bill. The waiter went to get the bill, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, probably because he felt bad about overcharging students. He returned with the bill shortly after, and as I expected, the fake liquor totaled 18,000 yuan. The class beauty's friends were immediately stunned. The boy who had offered 1,000 yuan was still negotiating with the bar, asking for a refund. The waiter said it was all opened, so of course it couldn't be refunded. They continued arguing.

Seeing that things had calmed down, I pulled the class beauty out the door. Since I had already paid enough according to the drink menu, they didn't stop us. And the bar, as long as one person stayed, they could collect the bill. I went to the counter and said, "XXX (room number), check out by card." After I finished speaking, the class beauty looked at me in shock. I smiled at her and didn't say anything else. However, after swiping my card, I deliberately showed her the remaining balance. It's been over a year since I wrote about this in my last post. This penny-pincher of mine has already saved over 200,000 yuan. It's not a huge sum, but it should be enough to scare some girls, right?

After paying the bill, I took the prettiest girl out. She was about to take out her phone to call someone inside when I stopped her, saying, "Don't tell them I paid. Tell them the sherry was fake, and let them negotiate with the bar." The prettiest girl smiled slyly and made the call as I said.

We left the bar. Under the influence of alcohol, she was a little tipsy, and the distance between us lessened. She leaned her head on me, took my arm, and we walked slowly down the street like a couple. When we passed McDonald's, she said she was hungry. And fast food like KFC and McDonald's are my favorites, so of course I took her inside without hesitation.

There weren't many people in McDonald's at night. I led her to a secluded spot, my arm around her waist the whole time. She didn't resist, and I didn't let go. Today, the class beauty was wearing a white t-shirt over a pale yellow halter top. She also wore a small leather jacket and hot pants. I'd seen that pale yellow halter top before (I used to sit behind her), and the loosely tied strap seemed to beckon me to untie it. I'd always had the desire but not the courage, but now, with her so dazed, I figured I had to give it a try.

I quietly reached up her back and grabbed that yellow strap I'd been longing for, gently pulling it to loosen the knot. The class beauty noticed, but she wasn't angry; she just giggled and slapped my hand away. Emboldened

, I slipped my hand under her clothes and began to slowly caress her smooth, soft back. But I couldn't find a bra strap, only a thin line—probably the halter top strap. I untied the strap, allowing me to freely touch the class beauty's bare back. She giggled, offering no resistance.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, circling her stomach and gradually moving upwards, stopping just before touching her breasts. Speaking of which, her breasts were quite large; back in high school, they were a D cup. She was unanimously voted the class beauty by our beautiful figure and captivating eyes. Just as

I was getting into it, she suddenly grabbed my hand. I was startled, thinking: Was she going to call for help? What should I say? That it was a fight between lovers? But to my surprise, she pushed my hand up to her own breast. Then, with seductive eyes, she whispered in my ear, "Give me a good rub, and if you make me feel good, I'll let you fuck me!" Her boldness shocked me; I hadn't expected to get her so easily. I couldn't help but feel a little bored, but even the simplest thing isn't a woman's own until it's on my penis. So I put all my effort into gently kneading the class beauty's large breasts.

A woman's physiology is different from a man's; a man's orgasm requires strong stimulation, while a woman's needs are gradually increasing. So I grasped the class beauty's breasts, kneading from the base, slowly moving towards the nipples. But each time I touched the nipples, I immediately pulled my hand away. Sure enough, the class beauty started to moan softly, and her hand slowly slipped into my shorts, touching my penis. I suddenly pulled my hand out, pulling the class beauty's hand out of my shorts as well, and said to her, "It's getting late, I should go home."

She had just been aroused by me, how could she let me go? She quickly grabbed me, saying she had no one home, couldn't go back today, and was scared to stay in a hotel alone, asking me to stay with her. Of course, I didn't believe her lie, but she had already aroused me, so I figured I'd take her to the hotel and teach her a lesson.

I took her to the nearest hotel, booked a room, and led her inside. Who knew she'd say she wanted to take a shower and wouldn't let me peek, then rushed into the bathroom. She threw her clothes out, and whether intentionally or not, she threw her underwear directly at my face. I smelled a faint, sweet fragrance… well, actually it was just the smell of soap. But I guessed the hint was pretty obvious. The hotel bathroom had a frosted glass window, and she deliberately poured water on it from inside so I could see better, then started posing seductively. I was getting incredibly aroused, thinking: Wait till you come out, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. I walked to the door; there was a ventilation fan underneath, and from there I could see the class beauty's genitals. I noticed her vulva didn't have much hair, but the color was darker than the surrounding area, clearly indicating this little slut had shaved it herself. Her labia were still pink, meaning it hadn't been used much. But I guess she's not a virgin anymore. I've seen her masturbate in class before, and she even secretly smeared her vaginal fluid on my hand, thinking I didn't know. That's fine too; if she were a virgin, I'd have

to take responsibility after I'm done with her, since we're old classmates. Suddenly, the class beauty switched the water flow to a massage stream and started spraying it on her lower body. "Mmm..." she groaned, her whole body tensing up. She seemed afraid I'd hear her moan. With her left hand, she held the showerhead, constantly rinsing her clitoris, while her right hand moved over her lower body with practiced ease. It was obvious she masturbated regularly.

Soon, her groans grew louder, and finally, she screamed "Ah!" as a stream of clear liquid gushed out. She had squirted!? Having known her for so long, I never expected she had this ability. It was quite a surprise.

But what I never expected was that, because I was so engrossed in watching, I didn't realize she hadn't locked the door and accidentally pushed it open. As the bathroom door opened, her naked body appeared before me. Her fair skin glowed with the rosy light of her orgasm, a few drops of water still clung to her pink cheeks, and her breasts stood proudly erect. Her captivating eyes were now watery and brimming with desire, making me want to violate her.

I didn't say much, just pounced on her, pulled her naked body into my arms, and began kissing her lips passionately. She tried to resist, but still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, she lacked the strength. Gradually, she seemed to respond to my kisses; her hands, which had been pushing me away, now held me tightly. We kissed passionately in the bathroom. Her small tongue was wet and slippery, and her alluring eyes, gazing at me with a dreamy look, made me even more irresistible.

I picked her up horizontally, threw her onto the bed, and then pounced on top of her. At the same time, I frantically pulled at my clothes. She was also pulling at my waistband, and that's when I noticed that her crotch was wet again; she wanted it too.

The class beauty lay on top of me, her two soft mounds pressing against my chest, forming an alluring pancake, with something hard in the middle. The class beauty pressed her breasts against me and began to move slowly, moaning incessantly. She was already this aroused before even penetrating me; she really was a stunner. My hands weren't idle either; I reached down to her crotch, teasing her vulva while gently caressing her anus. She trembled violently, muttering meaningless words, yet her voice was undeniably alluring.

Suddenly, the class beauty sat up, grabbing her bodice and covering my face, saying, "Don't look!" A yellow blur enveloped my vision. Then I felt her delicate hand gently lift my already throbbing erection. I was incredibly nervous. Even the most experienced womanizer feels a little nervous entering a woman's body, let alone someone like me.

I felt the tip of my penis against something warm and wet, and then I heard the class beauty moan, "Mmm... Ah!" followed by a gush of wetness. She had climaxed from just a gentle touch at the entrance of her vagina, her warm, wet juices soaking my penis, making me even more eager to possess this beauty.

Slowly, my penis entered a tight, moist place. The soft flesh inside the class beauty's vagina was repeatedly pushed open by my penis, and I gradually penetrated deeper into her body. Finally, the class beauty abandoned her last bit of restraint and began to moan loudly, "Ah...so...so big...ah, so full, hurry...hurry up and put it in...put it inside, I...I feel so empty...ah..." I suddenly thrust my penis all the way into the class beauty's vagina. The class beauty suddenly hugged me tightly, and I felt her vagina convulsing again, a large gush of vaginal fluid gushing out.

After she finished her orgasm, I began to gently move my penis in and out, but she hurriedly stopped me, saying, "I...I just came, you...you don't move now!" "Regardless of gender, the body is particularly sensitive after an orgasm. It's best to let her rest at this time so that you can bring her into the next orgasm.

However, this interval is the best opportunity to break down her psychological defenses. I took her bodice away from her eyes and saw a charming and lovely body straddling me, her tender vulva tightly connected to my penis. I propped myself up and gently thrust twice with my penis. The class beauty immediately started to gush with lustful fluid, her legs wrapped around my waist, squeezing tightly. It took a while to finish. This time, she didn't squirt, and her vagina didn't twitch, so she probably didn't have an orgasm. She blushed and said to me, 'Your thing is too big. It's already touching my clitoris when it's inside me. If you move even slightly, I'll... I'll ejaculate...'

Hearing this, I deliberately said, 'Then I'll pull it out.' As I said this, I pretended to withdraw from the class beauty's beautiful little hole. The class beauty hurriedly swallowed my penis with her waist and couldn't help but groan again. She had completely ignited my desire. I flipped her over and pressed her down, and began to thrust my penis in and out." Even though I didn't dare to move too much, I still brought her to another climax. Her arms and legs flailing wildly, and a lot of fluid gushed out, flowing down my legs and onto the floor.

The class beauty wouldn't let me move at all, but her beautiful body kept writhing on my penis, then gushing out more fluid. Later, I couldn't hold back any longer. I held down her arms and legs and thrust my penis hard into her body. I had only thrust three times when she gushed out fluid again, crying out, "Ah... I'm going to die, I'm going to die... Ah... Ah... Ah, you... you don't... don't thrust into me... Oh, wait... wait a minute... wait... Ah, I'm... I'm coming again..." As she said this, she gushed out another stream of fluid.

That night, I lost count of how many times the class beauty climaxed. Later, afraid she would become dehydrated, I gave her water to drink while I continued to thrust into her vagina. The class beauty was drinking water from above and fluid flowing from below, moaning indistinctly. Finally, the class beauty negotiated with me, asking me to penetrate her from behind, because that way I could penetrate a little shallower and I could still grab her breasts.

But she didn't want my penis to leave her little hole even for a moment, so she had me lie on the bed, and then rotated around my penis as an axis. When it was halfway around, I thrust upwards hard, and the class beauty had another orgasm. And this time, she gushed out a lot more fluid.

I made the class beauty kneel on the ground, and I grabbed her D-cup breasts from behind with both hands, while my penis was thrusting hard into her little hole. The class beauty's vital parts were in my hands, and she couldn't see my face, which further stimulated this slut to keep leaking fluid. I watched the lustful fluid flow down from her crotch in streams, and it kept flowing. At the same time, she was mumbling lewd words, but according to her, because it felt so good at that time, she was in a state of unconsciousness, so she could hardly remember what she said.

Later, because the class beauty had orgasmed so many times, her whole body was limp, and she lay sprawled on the ground, letting me ravage her. Her delicate appearance only fueled my desire to conquer her. I pulled her into my arms and thrust my penis deep into her vagina. Just as I felt a surge of desire and was about to pull out, she pressed down on my hips and whispered, "Give it to me...give it to me...shoot it all into my cunt...ah..." Before she could finish, I ejaculated all my semen inside her, and she reached her final climax of the night.

After that night, our relationship went from "hello, goodbye" to becoming inseparable best friends. We attended all sorts of class reunions together, and everyone was puzzled as to how two strangers could suddenly become such good friends. Although a few close friends asked me, I didn't tell the truth. Instead, I fully utilized my talent as a realistic writer and fabricated a story that even I believed to be true.

Time passed day by day. Perhaps it was shyness, or perhaps something else. For the next few days, my relationship with the class beauty seemed to remain fixed at the level of good friends. Even when we were alone, if I tried to sneak a peek at her, she would refuse without hesitation. I don't know why, maybe she wanted to forget that crazy night? I don't know, but to be honest, I think it would be best if we could pretend that night never happened. In my memory, I've always been a very proper and traditional person.

Time flew by, and it was almost the end of July. The class beauty and I boarded the train south. My heart felt heavy. Two days later, I would see my girlfriend, but then I would have to say goodbye to this wrong relationship forever. Love is always beautiful, even if it's wrong.

That night, I tossed and turned in the train car, regretting my betrayal and feeling reluctant to let go of this wrong relationship. In my half-asleep state, I suddenly felt a chill, and then something slippery fell into my arms. I opened my eyes and saw that it was the class beauty.

In the dim light outside the car, I could see her fair and delicate skin, trembling slightly, whether from fear or desire. Her full, round shoulders gently rested on my chest, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in my chest. I reached out and hugged her tightly. The class beauty sighed softly and said, "The woman you're meeting...is she your girlfriend?"

She mentioned my girlfriend, and I suddenly remembered my responsibilities. It was as if a bucket of water had been poured over me; my burning desire instantly cooled. I remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "You're a smart woman. You know everything, don't you?" The class beauty looked up; her eyes were already brimming with tears.

"I think I already know, but I want you to tell me yourself, I want you to tell me yourself that you already have a girlfriend!" I gently pushed her away and whispered, "I'm sorry, let's just pretend this is a dream, okay?" The class beauty suddenly slapped me angrily. I could only accept it.

She mentioned my girlfriend, and I suddenly thought of my responsibilities. Like being doused with a bucket of water, my burning desire instantly cooled. I remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "You're a smart woman, you know everything, don't you?" The class beauty looked up, her eyes already brimming with tears.

"I think I already know, but I want you to tell me yourself, I want you to tell me yourself that you already have a girlfriend!" I gently pushed her away and whispered, "I'm sorry, let's just pretend this is a dream, okay?" The class beauty suddenly slapped me angrily. I could only accept it, because it seemed to alleviate some of my guilt.

The class beauty hugged me tightly again, whispering, "If...if...if you were only mine, how wonderful that would be, if that woman had never appeared..." I could only smile bitterly and say, "If I had pursued you back then, would you have said yes? She's the one who made me who I am today. Without her, I might still be that chubby kid from three years ago." Saying this, I hugged her tightly and patted her back.

With that pat, I suddenly realized that the class beauty had crawled naked into my bed. A beautiful woman throwing herself into my arms sent my hormones soaring, and lust once again overwhelmed my reason. I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and pulled down my underwear, my hot, hard penis thrusting into her crotch.

The class beauty sensed my intention to enter her body and hurriedly pushed me away, saying, "No...you can't do this, I...I can't do this either...ah!" I began to grip my penis, rubbing it back and forth at her vaginal opening. I knew this was devastating for the sensitive class beauty. Sure enough, the class beauty's struggles gradually weakened, and her lower body became increasingly wet. She began to twist her waist to meet my penis, trying to swallow it. But I skillfully dodged, while simultaneously thrusting my erect penis forcefully against her clitoris.

The class beauty let out another "Ah," but this time the sound was louder, and a sound immediately came from the next carriage. The class beauty heard it too and quickly covered her mouth. Looking at her adorable appearance, I couldn't help but thrust harder, gradually sliding into her tight, wet vagina. "Mmm..." The class beauty gripped me tightly, her nails scratching my back until it bled. I could feel the tender flesh inside her vagina twitching again. She was still so sensitive. The class beauty whispered in my ear, "My lower body is so swollen... it's hitting my G-spot... have you grown again?"

I didn't speak, as if making love could temporarily relieve my guilt. I hugged the class beauty and began to thrust into her G-spot again and again. The advantage of this missionary position is that you can use your body weight to penetrate faster. Plus, the girl's vagina was incredibly tight, so every time I pulled out, her buttocks rose with me, and when I slammed back down, it hit her G-spot hard. Each time, I'd hear her let out a moan, her vagina contracting.

Gradually, I increased the speed of my thrusts, and her moans became more continuous. Just then, there was a noise from the next carriage. Startled, she lost control. I felt her tight vagina gripping my penis with each thrust, and a large gush of vaginal fluid sprayed onto the tip. Her orgasm lasted a full two minutes before gradually subsiding, and her vagina would occasionally twitch. I suddenly wondered, could she be an exhibitionist, more likely to orgasm when others are watching?

This idea was quickly confirmed. The prettiest girl in my class whispered in my ear, "Do you remember? You ejaculated inside me yesterday?" I was stunned and asked, "Yeah, so what? Are you pregnant?" She spat and said, "Dream on! You're a law student, you should know what the strongest evidence for indecent assault is, right?" I was immediately terrified. If you obtained the perpetrator's semen, you could basically be convicted. Otherwise, it would be very troublesome. That's why there's the absurd logic that wearing a condom doesn't count as indecent assault.

I gritted my teeth and asked, "So what do you want?" She smiled gently and said, "We're old classmates, and you're a famous writer now. What can I do? I just want to play a game with you." Hearing her say that, I knew there was a chance, and hurriedly asked, "Then tell me, what do you want to do?"

The class beauty winked at me and said, "After we get off the train the day after tomorrow, we won't be able to be together anymore. Look, it's 10:27 PM now, let's just say 10:30. If you can keep your penis inside my hole for 24 hours, I'll forget about this. And whenever you miss me, just give me a call and I'll come find you immediately. If you don't contact me first, I'll try not to bother you. What do you say?" After hearing her say that, I thought, "Wouldn't this give me another secret lover?" No man would refuse that, so I immediately nodded in agreement.

The class beauty grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, continuing, "But if you can't do that, then it's the opposite. You have to be available whenever I call, and when you are, you can get hard and fuck my cunt hard!" After saying that, she chuckled and said, "In short, you'll never get rid of me in this lifetime." I hurriedly said, "Then what if you run away? I can't exactly chase after you and fuck you, can I?" The class beauty laughed and said, "Okay, if it's my fault that your dick went out, then I'll consider it a loss, okay?" I thought about it carefully and said, "Alright, I promise you." Upon hearing this, the class beauty immediately smiled and whispered, "Husband, come and keep fucking me, shoot into my little hole, let me give you offspring!" The author has always written classical novels, and this style of lewd talk aroused me even more. I immediately hugged her and continued to fuck her hard.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, the prettiest girl in class suddenly said to me, "I want to eat breakfast!" I frowned immediately. She wouldn't let me pull out, and I couldn't even put on my clothes. How could I eat breakfast? She chuckled softly and said, "Pick me up." I did as she said, and she suddenly twisted her waist, so I was now penetrating her from behind. She let out a soft moan, pulled her skirt over her head, put on a t-shirt, and whispered, "I'm not wearing a bra. You can play with me whenever you want."

I frowned as I saw her fully dressed. She could dress like this, but what about me? Then I suddenly remembered I had a pair of shorts with a zipper in the front and buttons at the top. I picked her up, took the shorts, and put them on. Leaving them unbuttoned made it look less awkward. Just then, the prettiest girl in class tossed me a t-shirt and said, "Wear this, it's a matching couple's shirt." I took it and saw that it was indeed a pair with hers. My girlfriend wasn't here either, and since the prettiest girl in class was so pretty, wearing matching shirts with her would be impressive, so I agreed.

We were both dressed, and the prettiest girl bent over to open the door to the private room. I followed closely behind, burying my entire penis inside the soft flesh of her vagina. The prettiest girl chuckled softly, "You're so tight, aren't you afraid I'll orgasm and it'll slip out?" I gently nudged her clitoris, and she cried out, "Ah!" I whispered, "This hole is so tight, I can't even pull it out, how could it slip out?" As I spoke, I began to grind hard against her clitoris. The prettiest girl's body immediately went limp, and she said, "No... I can see... Ah!" As she spoke, she gushed out another stream of fluid, her vagina tightly gripping my penis. She orgasmed again, and I stopped at the right moment.

Nothing happened all morning, but in the afternoon, a problem suddenly arose. My bladder was incredibly full. I said to my classmate, "I need to relieve myself, can I pull out?" The class beauty snorted and said, "No way, if you're so capable, then pee inside my cunt!" As she spoke, she swayed her sexy, plump buttocks and gently squeezed my glans with her vulva.

I had intended to hold it in until the time came, but the feeling of needing to urinate was unbearable. My penis was stiff, but her vagina was tightly gripping it, making it impossible to urinate inside her. I thought about it; she'd get married eventually, and then I'd be free. Being her secret lover for a few years wouldn't be a big deal, so I gritted my teeth and said, "Fine, I give up. Let me go to the toilet!" The class beauty chuckled and said, "Hurry back, a woman without underwear is waiting for you!"

I ignored her mockery and rushed to the bathroom to relieve myself. Remembering her words before she left, I thought, "I'll fuck her to death when I get back!" Back in the compartment, I saw her lying in bed, her face flushed, the blanket still trembling. I closed the compartment door behind me, reached back and lifted the blanket. I found her t-shirt was up, her skirt flipped up to her waist, revealing her vagina and breasts, and she was masturbating with rapt attention. When the class beauty saw me approaching, she quickly lifted her leg, parted her labia minora with her hands, and moaned softly, "Quick...quick, put it in!"

Soon, the car was filled with her low moans again. The thought of possessing that beautiful sound for a long time filled me with longing. But the class beauty, at that moment, was oblivious to all this; she was still experiencing orgasm!

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