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She led me into the room that had been booked.

It was dark, with no windows. A typical standard room, the small space contained two beds
side-by-side covered with snow-white sheets, and neatly folded, equally white blankets at the head of the beds. A few green
Arabic numerals on the control panel told me it was 8:15 PM. I turned on the bedside lamp, and the room was instantly bathed in a soft orange
light, warm yet subtly ambiguous. It was still dim, but I liked the atmosphere. She seemed a little
nervous, glancing around the room, then at me, before putting down her bag and sitting on the innermost bed. Sitting on the opposite bed,
I smiled and watched her. She didn't say a word, just sat there with her head down, her hands resting on her lap, idly
twirling her fingers together.

The room was quiet. I maintained my smile, but my eyes weren't idle; I wanted to take a good
look at day and night, the woman who kept me awake at night: her playful, shoulder-length hair flowed smoothly against her neck, and her alluring almond-shaped eyes
occasionally glanced over as she stared at her free hands, a faint, timid smile playing on her lips. Was this the "Qianqian" with whom I spent
every day online, whispering sweet nothings and sharing everything? I never dreamed
I would actually meet her, especially since she was so beautiful and captivating in real life. Now, she sat right in front of me,
within reach ... Looking at her shy and delicate appearance, I couldn't help but recall our
tender and passionate exchanges online, and I gradually felt my face heat up, my breathing quicken, and my heart race. My gaze,
no longer content with simply admiring her face, began to pan slowly
downwards along her slightly flushed, nervous face, as if photographing a priceless work of art: from her willow-leaf eyebrows to her shimmering eyes,
from her delicate nose to her crimson lips, then to her snow-white neck, finally settling on her full breasts. Her full
breasts were tightly wrapped in a tight striped sweater, rising and falling with her breath, revealing beautiful, alluring lines.
I stared at these tightly protected breasts, imagining the feeling of holding them in my hands. A sense of intoxication
washed over me, and I felt my gaze begin to grow greedy, certain parts of my body slowly straining against her black trousers
…

She wore navy blue jeans, the very tight kind, which hugged her long, shapely legs, making them appear round and
sexy. My burning gaze began at her ankles, slowly moving upwards along the narrow crevice between her legs, the stream
branching off at the triangular area at the end of the valley, where my eyes lingered.
Her legs were straight, with a slight mound at the base of her thighs, as alluringly elastic as her legs themselves, as if they might burst through the thin fabric
at any moment to breathe. Her hips were neither too big nor too small, round and full, exactly my
type. I thought to myself, a woman with such firm and fleshy hips must also be
tight down there, and sex must be incredibly arousing… If I held her waist and made her arch her adorable, plump hips before penetrating her from
behind … it would be an experience that would reach my very bones! I love it!

After a brief sexual fantasy, I suppressed my rapid breathing and looked up at her. I found her secretly
observing me, shy yet playful. When our eyes met, she blushed and lowered her head, looking every bit
like a naive young woman. I racked my brains for a while, and could only find one very ordinary word to describe her
at that moment : “cute.” As a liberal arts graduate, my language skills are surprisingly poor, which not only makes
me feel somewhat inferior, but also makes me feel a little sorry for the
teachers who have worked so hard to nurture me since childhood.

Thinking about this, I felt a certain part of my pants bulging uncomfortably. So I stood up
and took a step to sit next to her. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked with a smile, my right arm naturally around
hers. "You haven't said anything either," she replied, turning her head and smiling brightly. Then she slowly lowered her head
to play with her fingers. I stopped talking and squeezed her shoulder firmly with my right hand. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan
.

"Does it hurt?"

"Why are you squeezing so hard..."

"You're chubby, I like it," I winked at her with a smile.

"You're so annoying!"

Looking at her coquettish expression, I couldn't resist anymore and gently kissed her cheek. She blushed,
looked up at my impulsive expression, her lips moved, but no words came out. I didn't want to miss this opportunity. I wrapped my left arm around
her waist, and with a little force from my right, she was pinned down on the bed. I leaned down and gently kissed
her lips. She trembled, and two seconds later, she began to respond to my advances with parted lips.

"Baby, am I dreaming?" I asked, my lips still on hers.

"Why don't you pinch yourself and you'll know..." she giggled.

"I love pinching you," I said, giving her a light pinch on the cheek.

"You dare? Watch your skin!" she blurted out in a Hunan accent, soft yet with a hint of spice. After
pinching my chest, she wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss me back. Our lips intertwined, chased, and pressed
together. Soon, her soft, warm tongue explored my lips. I glanced at her furtively; her eyes were already
glazed , and her face was flushed. "She's starting to take the initiative," I thought smugly, sucking on her tongue without restraint. My left hand slowly
slipped from behind her and tried to reach under her armpit to her chest, gently placing it on her right breast. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying my
kisses, seemingly unaware of my subtle actions. I began to slowly caress her breasts, a wonderful sensation
traveling through her sweater to my hands and then spreading throughout my body via my nerve endings. Her breasts weren't too big, nor too small,
full and firm. I observed her reaction; she still kept her eyes closed, but her arms around me tightened, her soft
tongue dancing like a sprite in my mouth, teasing me. With permission, my other hand, which had been pinned beneath her,
finally climbed to the highest point of her breasts. My tongue was still dancing a passionate tango, while my hands were already roaming freely over her
chest . She breathed softly, one breath lingering before letting out another, as if trying to suppress
something. I was determined to make her more proactive, so I began to caress her
breasts, hidden beneath her soft clothing, with increasing caresses, kneading, and squeezing. I pinched her erect nipples through her clothes, and my mouth
started sucking on her earlobe, occasionally blowing gently into it. "Does it feel good?" I whispered in her ear. She
breathed heavily and nodded weakly, then began to beg, "You're making me so hot..." her voice low and delicate, like the chirping of a nightingale. At this moment, her face was flushed, and a few beads of sweat glistened at her temples, making her appear exceptionally alluring
in the dim light .

“Let me help you,” I said.

“Mmm,” she replied, lifting herself slightly.

The hem of her striped sweater was slowly pulled out from her tight jeans, gradually sliding upwards until
it revealed a milky-white cotton bra—not the common kind with padding and metal supports. The soft cotton fabric hugged her breasts
perfectly , looking like a nice designer brand.

My hand slowly reached over and covered her bra, pressing down slightly, and I
could feel her nipples harden and become elastic in my palm. I pressed my thumb against the edge of the cup and pushed it down, and her cherry-like nipples eagerly popped out.
I caught them with my thumb and forefinger, gently pulling them up and slowly kneading them with my fingertips. “Your little cherries are so big and hard, are
n’t they ?” I asked, sucking on her earlobe. “You’re so naughty,” she said, blushing, turning her body to the other side. I smiled
and kissed her face, applying a little more pressure with my fingers. She frowned, as if in a little pain, but her tongue unconsciously
licked her lips. I took her soft tongue into my mouth, my tongue tip quickly teasing it. A moment later, she excitedly
thrust her chest forward, and at the same time, I hooked the bottom of her bra and pushed it up sharply… A pair of dazzling white
breasts bounced twice, incredibly alluringly exposed before my eyes. She gasped, hurriedly trying to cover her
chest with her hands, but her small hands clearly couldn't completely conceal her full breasts; her nipples were pinched between her fingers, their
purplish-red color faintly visible. I gently pulled away her limp hands covering her chest, carefully admiring and playing with those
beautiful peaks. In the center of those trembling breasts under my teasing, the delicate nipples stood erect, surrounded by
equally hard and erect areolas, covered with sparse downy hair. Judging from the color of her nipples, they hadn't been tasted
too often, hence their continued sensitivity.

“Your breasts are so beautiful, so sexy,” I said, flicking them forcefully with the tip of my tongue.

She let out a soft "mmm," her nipples hardening further, her breasts swelling and undulating like the tide. "Baby, do you like my
tongue?" I said to her, panting with her eyes closed, then took the trembling, purplish-red nipple into my mouth
, gently biting it with my teeth while my tongue flicked it rapidly. She breathed heavily like a fish out of air, as if she had made up her mind. Her
fingers slowly ran through my hair, pressing gently... Encouraged, her tongue, aided by my fingers
, began its final assault on those two alluring peaks. Her defenses crumbled at the first touch, her snow-white skin turning
pink, and her occasional moans gradually escalating into a series of high and low, incoherent groans.

My right hand caressed and kneaded her breasts, my lips parted her flesh, my tongue gliding and teasing around her full nipples
. My left fingertips, however, began to slowly move downwards, tracing her soft hair, inch by inch, across her earlobe
…neck…shoulders…chest…lower abdomen…and further down, the movements of my fingers became even gentler, like a traveler in
the desert , advancing step by step until reaching the oasis hidden among the sand dunes, only then stopping to
rest. My palm covered the narrow triangle between her legs, circling and caressing
this raised, secret area through her thin jeans, enjoying the soft touch and moist warmth. Her long legs were straight and pressed together,
leaving no gap, but her hips swayed intentionally or unintentionally, arousing my surging desire. I extended my middle finger and began to slide it
down the curve of her lower mound. She sensed my intention and murmured, "No...no..." Then she bent her knees
and tightened her legs, trying to protect her hidden valley. I persisted and inserted it, resisting only for a short while after my middle finger began
to rub up and down her most sensitive area along the soft indentation. "No...please don't do this,"
she mumbled. I ignored her and continued my finger's movements. Gradually, her pleas disappeared, replaced by
moans that seemed to be squeezed from her chest. Her tightly closed legs also opened slightly to the sides, trembling gently.
"Darling, it's a little wet, isn't it?" I smiled and asked mischievously, while increasing
the speed . She looked at me, turned her head away in embarrassment, and sighed softly, like a feverish patient exhaling
hot breath. Then her legs slowly opened... Under the skillful and continuous attack of my fingers, her waist and hips even
began to gradually match the rhythm of my rubbing, actively chasing pleasure with her body. "So inexperienced yet already knows how to
enjoy herself , what a little stunner, I'll make you ecstatic," I secretly vowed, while simultaneously congratulating myself on my
extraordinary luck.

The material of these designer jeans was truly excellent: lightweight, breathable, with a great feel and excellent elasticity. As I
increased my pressure, the thin fabric gradually sank into that hidden crevice. The temperature inside rose higher and higher
, and my fingertips felt a slight dampness in the center of the crevice.

Seeing her excited expression, I began to try to slip my hand between her lower abdomen and the waistband to
tease her. She no longer resisted, and the low-rise jeans quickly stretched my pantyhose to the edge of the last line of defense
. My middle finger lifted the elastic waistband, and in a few moments, my fingers landed on her full, fleshy mound, entwined with soft hair.
After playing with it for a while, I continued to explore downwards, easily discovering the secret hidden beneath the dense foliage. Without hesitation
, my middle finger began to enjoy its spoils. My patient teasing was clearly effective. In the wetness
, before I even exerted any force, my fingers parted her soft, tender labia and entered her tropical valley. She cried out suddenly
and grabbed my arm tightly. I smiled happily, leaned closer, and whispered in her ear, "Baby
, do you know how wet you are?" She blushed, closed her eyes tightly, buried her head in my chest, and playfully pinched and scratched me
. She looked so endearing, and I genuinely wanted to tease her, so I asked, "Really don't know?"
A barely audible voice came from my arms, "I don't know, you're so annoying!" Then a sharp pain shot through my waist. I
chuckled , and my middle finger gently slipped into the base of her vulva through the crevice, then began to move up and down. Her lips were overflowing with
slippery juices, and the sensation of my wet fingers pressing against her equally wet labia was wonderful and incredibly exciting
. I felt my erection had secreted quite a bit of fluid, pressing uncomfortably against my underwear, so I
secretly adjusted the angle of my erection with the hand that was holding her, and gave it a couple of rubs. Unexpectedly, she
noticed . She leaned against me, tilted her head back, and smiled smugly, saying,

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you see? He's a little uncomfortable, so I'm helping him move around," I pointed to
the bulge that was almost touching my waistband, with an innocent expression.

"He's uncomfortable? Who is he?" She smiled mischievously.

"He is... he is my younger brother Luo," I said innocently.

"Oh," she said with a look of sudden realization, then blinked and whispered, "Don't really pent him up. Should I
comfort him for you?"

"You want to comfort him? Be careful, he might get upset and cause you trouble," I winked at her, my mischievous
expression making me want to punch myself.

"Pah, I'm not afraid of you, you bad boy," she said, her face as red as the sunset.

I was about to reply when I suddenly felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my lower body, rushing straight to my brain. I realized her small
hand was gently stroking my erect penis through my trousers. She pressed her face against my lower abdomen, her
trousers stretched high, almost touching her bright red lips. Playfully, she used two fingers like a puppet, slowly
moving the tip, then joining her fingers and slowly sliding them back down, repeating this motion. Every touch
excited me immensely. Just as I closed my eyes, secretly enjoying the sensation, I felt a sudden tightening below. She had
gripped the base of my penis tightly, and in an instant, I felt the blood in my penis boiling as if it were bursting, my glans throbbing as if it were about to split open.
"You little brat, daring to tease me?" I was about to retaliate angrily when she released me, gently stroking
my throbbing shaft with her palm. Then she leaned in and kissed me, whispering in my ear, "Darling, I...
I'm a little scared ..."

"What are you scared of? Will he eat people?"

"I'm scared... you're bad, you'll hurt me."

I pulled her close, holding her in my arms. "Darling, I'll cherish you, love you, protect you,
and won't let anyone bully you."

"How long?" She looked up, her bright black eyes sparkling with silver stars.

"Hmm..." I kissed her hair. "Until the day we're too old to kiss anymore."

"Really? No take-backs! Let's pinky swear!" She was overjoyed,
extending her slender, round little finger in front of me. Smile.

"Pinky promise..."

Our fingers are hooked together. Our lips are pressed tightly together too.

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