Love fades with the wind (01)

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Y is my ex-girlfriend, and the relationship I can't let go of the most. We were high school classmates, but we didn't get along in school, so we basically had no contact. However, time changes everything. The story began on December 31, 2009. In 2009, I was still in university, studying alone in China's economic center, and the financial pressure was unimaginable. At that time, I was unambitious and wasted my time playing games all day. My good friend couldn't stand it anymore, so he helped me find a part-time job so I could experience the hardships of life. He told me that I could earn 120 yuan a day by working part-time for three days during the New Year's holiday. For me, who only had 600 yuan a month for living expenses, this was a huge sum of money. So I agreed. On the evening of the 31st, after playing games all day, I had nothing to do, so I chatted with classmates in our high school QQ group. Because it was already late, it was just me and another boy, with whom I had a good relationship, chatting casually. Around 11:45, Y came in and said, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?" Although we didn't get along in high school, it's been three or four years, and I'm not petty. So I replied, "You're not asleep either." She said, "I just got back from drinking, I drank too much, and I can't sleep." I thought to myself, "Just got back from drinking so late, society really is a big melting pot." So I said, "Going out drinking in the middle of the night, won't your husband scold you?" She said, "Husband? What husband?" Because I repeated a year of high school and went to a four-year university, while Y went to a vocational college, Y had already been working for a year, and I subjectively assumed she was married. So I asked in surprise, "Not married yet?" She sent an angry emoji, "Don't even have a boyfriend!" I chuckled. At this moment, another male classmate said, "You two should chat privately, don't chat in the group. I'm playing games, I'll remind you later." I sent a knocking emoji and told Y, "Okay, this is disturbing the peace, let's chat privately." So we chatted alone. She told me she works at a public institution, and today was her company's annual party. Everyone drank a lot and had a great time, but drinking too much was really unpleasant. I told her not to drink so much in the future, especially since she's a young woman; what if something happened? She said it was okay, her boss is a relative, so there wouldn't be any problems. Since I usually get drunk easily, I have some experience. So I told her to drink more water, go to the bathroom often, eat something cold if necessary, and get some rest. She said, "I didn't realize you were so caring." I joked with her, "What, are you interested?"... We chatted until almost 1 a.m., and we exchanged phone numbers. I told her, "Go to sleep, you've been drinking, if you sleep late you'll have a headache tomorrow. I'll wish you a Happy New Year tomorrow morning." She pouted and said, "I don't believe you can get up." Because I had to do a part-time job tomorrow and had to get up at 7:00, I confidently told her, "I'll wish you a Happy New Year at 7:30 sharp." She smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you." Then we said goodbye and logged off. After all that, I haven't even described Y's appearance: she's the petite type, about 1.63 meters tall, with a decent figure, on the fuller side. In high school, I only had two impressions of her: one, she looked a lot like Cecilia Cheung, and two, her breasts were really big. At the time, I didn't know what bra size or bust measurement meant, but my only feeling was: not small! The next morning, I got up promptly at 7:00, got dressed, went to the bus stop, and checked the time—around 7:25. So I dialed Y's number. She was a little surprised to receive my call: "You really got up so early?" "Yes, didn't I say I'd wish you a Happy New Year?" I replied with a smile. She asked with a hint of doubt, "You got up so early just to wish me a Happy New Year?" I didn't want to lie to her, so I said, "Hehe, I didn't get up so early just to wish you a Happy New Year. I'm going to work a part-time job today, so I had to get up early. But wishing you a Happy New Year is also my intention, just killing two birds with one stone, hehe." "You dare hit me?!" she said with a coquettish snort. Because her nickname in high school was Rabbit, I had completely forgotten about it. I touched my nose and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot." She smiled and said, "Hmm, it seems you're still the same as before." "The same in what way?" I asked. "The same as silly!" After saying that, she giggled. "That's because we're classmates, and I don't want the atmosphere of society to taint our innocence. If you say that, don't blame me for being ruthless!" I said jokingly. "Tch, 'brother'? More like 'little brother'," she replied dismissively. "Alright, I won't keep you from work. I'm still in bed. I'll text you when I get up." "Okay, lie there a little longer. You drank too much yesterday, your head must be hurting today. Drink some water to sober up. Bye!" I hung up, took the bus, and arrived at my part-time job. Actually, part-time jobs in SH are very easy; you basically don't have to do anything. My job today was to be an intern sales assistant at Siemens Appliances. To put it bluntly, when the sales staff in our store were too busy, I would chat with customers to keep them from leaving, and then hand them over to the sales staff when they were done. It was a very easy job, and since my store was quite important, they had a lot of sales staff. So I wandered around aimlessly, feeling quite bored. Around 10 a.m., my phone rang. I opened it and saw a text message from Y, telling me that she had already gotten up and was watching TV. I replied to her that my job was too boring, just standing guard for eight hours a day, it was unbearable. She said, "Such a good job, you only get 120 yuan for standing for eight hours, I'd do it every day if I had it." (She wasn't in Shanghai, but in an industrial city in the north, where the salary wasn't high.) I said, "That still won't work, it's too boring. It would be better if I could read a book or play games." She said, "It's okay, I'm free for the next three days, I'll chat with you." ...We chatted like that, and the time did pass less. But when I got home that night, I found a message from 10086 reminding me that I had exceeded my monthly text message limit. I was shocked: since I got this card, it has given me 160 text messages every month, and I've never used them all because I don't have a girlfriend, and all my good friends are in the same dorm, so I usually only send about 30 text messages a month. But today is only the 1st, and I've already exceeded the limit, which made me sigh. The next day at work, to avoid being bored, I sent her a text message: "Are you up, Rabbit?" About 10 minutes passed without a reply, and I assumed she hadn't gotten up yet. So I started fidgeting again. Half an hour later, a text came: "I've been up for a while now. I drove to TJ to hang out with my colleagues." I shook my head with a laugh and joked, "You liar! You said yesterday you were free for the next three days and would chat with me, but you've already abandoned me." She immediately replied, "No, I'm still texting you." I said, "It's nothing, just teasing you. Did you go out with someone you admire or someone who admires you? Then I won't bother you anymore." She replied, "You're so funny. I brought a female colleague from the office here to shop. It's to escape my family's arranged blind dates. There aren't any of those people you're talking about." I thought for a moment and then joked again, "Then you should tell your family I'm taking you in!" She said, "Forget it, what if your girlfriend comes after me from SH? I can't beat her." I replied with a wry smile, "I don't have a girlfriend, I'm a bachelor. If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn't have time to chat with you, I would have exploded by now." She said, "Yeah, that's true, but I still don't believe it. You're at work, she's definitely not here, and it's hard to say tonight." I said, "Okay, I'll call you back from the landline when I get home tonight, then you'll know." After work that evening, I ate something quick and went home. I share an apartment with classmates, there are six people in total, two girls and four boys. I share a room with one boy, and the other four are two couples. "I'm home now, should I call you?" I sent her a text message. She replied, "I'm eating, give me your phone number, I'll call you in a bit." So I sent her the number and then turned on my computer to start playing WoW. I was really into it when the phone rang. I was in my room with headphones on, so I didn't hear it. One of my female classmates, XQ, answered the phone, then came to our door, knocked, and said, "Brother Bing, it's your phone." I quickly apologized to my teammates on YY (a voice chat platform) and then went outside to answer the phone. "Hello?" I asked. "Hmph, you liar, I caught you!" Y's voice came from the other end of the line. I paused for a moment and said, "Caught you? Caught what?" "Ha, you're still pretending," her voice rose, "You said you didn't have a girlfriend during the day, and I heard it as soon as I called!" I laughed out loud, "Come on, that's my classmate, she has a boyfriend, don't make wild guesses." At this moment, XQ's boyfriend, Tian Xiong, came out of the room. He half-guessed and half-heard what we were talking about and loudly said, "Brother Bing, what's wrong? Did your wife misunderstand?" I quickly told him, "Don't talk nonsense, she's my classmate!" "Hmph, keep acting, just keep acting!" Y said on the other end of the line, half-coquettish and half-acknowledging."This... I'm in deep trouble, I can't clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River. It never happened, how did it become like this?" I said. "Tell me, my reputation has been ruined by your misunderstanding, what can I do to make you believe me?" Y thought for a moment and said, "Call that girl over here." I turned to Tian Xiong and said, "Can I borrow your QQ?" He said, "What are you going to do?" I said, "Let her answer the phone and explain." "Okay, QQ, come out for a second." He called out, and QQ came out, saying as he walked, "Hey, Brother Bing, your wife misunderstood?" I said, "Don't misunderstand, she's my classmate..." Before I could finish, the phone started arguing: "This morning you said you were going to take me in..." "Oh, now you're denying it again." I quickly comforted Y, saying, "Don't worry, don't worry, my classmate is out, she'll talk to you." "Hmph," Y said irritably, "That's too embarrassing, no need..." I breathed a sigh of relief, but before I could speak, Y continued, "Call me 'darling' in front of them!" "Huh?" I was shocked, "Rabbit, this joke is too much!" "What, you don't want to?" I could tell Y's voice was feigned anger, so I had no choice but to continue the farce: "Darling, do you believe me now?" "Hehe," Y laughed, saying, "You're taking advantage of me?" Tian Xiong looked at me in surprise, gave a lewd smile, and went back to his room with XQ. I was confused and annoyed by Y's antics, so I ignored him. After finishing the call with Y, it was almost 11 o'clock. Since I had to work the next day, and there was only one day left, I needed to make the most of my rest. On the morning of the 3rd, I got up at 7:00 sharp as usual. When I arrived at work, before I even had time to change into my work clothes, Y texted me: "Honey, are you up? You're going to be late for work!" I gave a wry smile. After yesterday's inexplicable farce, Y and I had reached an agreement: We didn't have girlfriends, and she didn't have boyfriends, so we'd pretend to be a couple. We lived in different cities, so there was no need to worry about anything else. Once one of us had a real boyfriend or girlfriend, we'd end things peacefully… That's why she was texting me like this, so convincingly. "Lazybones, I've already started work. You just woke up. By the time you wake me up, it'll be too late," I replied. "I'm a girl, you know. If I don't get enough sleep, I won't be pretty, and then my husband won't want me anymore…"… We chatted like this, and our relationship grew rapidly! Before I knew it, it was almost Chinese New Year, and I went home for the holidays. After telling my family about it, they didn't have any objections, just a reminder to be mindful of my actions—you can figure out the meaning behind that yourself. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I called Y to wish her a happy new year. During the call, Y surprisingly suggested that I visit her during the holiday, like a trip. However, her exact words were: "Come visit me here, and let me see what you look like now, so you don't become an ugly man. It would be such a waste for me, a beautiful woman, to be with you." So I booked a train ticket for the fifth day and came to her city. Because it was winter, I wore a thick down jacket, arriving in a city further north than my hometown. As I walked out of the station, I saw Y standing in the wind, smiling at me. She was wearing a black trench coat, carrying a handbag, looking like a professional white-collar worker. I quickly went over and gave her a hug. I could feel her body trembling slightly; I think it was because she was excited. She was a little embarrassed, hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Ugh, there are so many people here." I let go of her, took her hand, and said, "What are you afraid of? I'm not hugging someone else's girlfriend!" She laughed and said, "We still met!" I said, "Of course, what couple doesn't meet?" She pulled me forward and said, "Come on, let me take you to where you live. My dormitory is too small, and it's inside my workplace, so it's not very convenient. I could only rent you a room." I smiled and didn't say anything. She thought I was unhappy and quickly said, "It's not that I meant anything else, it's just that it's inconvenient for you to live here." I turned to look at her and joked, "I didn't think much of it at first, but you reminded me and I started to overthink it." She looked up at me, saw that I was smiling, and knew I was joking, so she said coquettishly, "You're so annoying!" After a bumpy 40-minute bus ride, we arrived at the room she had rented for me. It was a guesthouse, actually just a family's courtyard with three houses, each three stories high, each floor having three rooms and a bathroom. Pushing open the door, I found it quite nice, like a suite. The outer room was smaller, like a living room, with a small shower room. The inner room was large, fully equipped with a bed, wardrobe, TV, water dispenser, and other appliances. Looking around, I realized she must have rented the place yesterday, because all the amenities were brand new, and not the cheap stuff you find in guesthouses. Shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush, cups, kettle, etc., were all neatly arranged in their proper places, and the cups and pillows on the bed were clearly hers, printed with Arale patterns. I put down my backpack, opened my coat, and pulled her into my arms, resting my chin on her head. "You're so thoughtful," I said, "I don't know what to say. It's so cold, why aren't you wearing more? Look how cold your hands are!" She leaned against me and whispered, "The houses here are heated; it's only cold outside, so we all dress like this." I tilted my head back a little and looked at her, saying, "You should still wear a coat, otherwise you'll catch a cold from the temperature difference." She looked away and said, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll think I'm fat?" I laughed, rubbing my hands around her waist, and said, "Come on, let me see, where am I fat?" She twisted her waist and pushed me away, saying, "It tickles, stop it. Hurry up and pack your things, take out the things you use often, and put away the things you don't use often." I smiled awkwardly. Although I was studying alone in another city, I still didn't understand the opposite sex very well, or perhaps I had the desire but not the courage. I longed for it, but dared not hope for it. I opened my backpack, took out my change of clothes, and put them in the closet. I took out my razor and phone charger and placed them on the small table beside the bed. Then I zipped up the backpack and casually put it on the sofa in the living room. Y was leaning against the bedroom door watching me pack, smiling. After putting the backpack away, I turned around, smiled at her, went into the bedroom, took out my phone and put it on the bedside table. I picked up the razor, intending to put it in the closet drawer, but as I reached for the handle, I heard Y softly say, "No." But it was too late; I had already opened the drawer. I turned back to her, surprised, and asked, "What's wrong?" Her face, already flushed from the heat, turned even redder. "N-nothing..." I turned back, intending to put the razor in the drawer and ask more questions, but when I turned around, I froze. In the very center of the drawer, three condoms were neatly arranged. I suddenly understood. Our previous agreement had long since become invalid with the passage of time, replaced by real love. I stood up and walked to Y, but she kept her head down, not daring to look at me. After a long while, she said in a very soft voice, "Just in case." I smiled and asked, "Just in case what?" She looked up, her face flushed, and didn't speak. I stared into her eyes for a long time. Her eyes were big, dark, and bright. With a shy smile, her eyes curved slightly, like the moon, very beautiful. I was a little intoxicated by her gaze. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my embrace. I suddenly lowered my head and kissed her lips. I thought she would dodge or refuse. But when I touched those cherry lips, she tensed up, letting me kiss her. I easily pried open her teeth and slipped my tongue into her mouth, exploring for the softness I wanted. Slowly, her body relaxed, softly leaning against my chest. As I held her and kissed her, she went from passively accepting to gently responding. After a long while, I bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the bedside. She sat on my lap, and I put my left arm around her soft shoulder, while my right hand slipped under her waist, caressing her smooth skin. My lips, however, never stopped, repeatedly sucking on her sweet saliva. Her body trembled slightly from my caresses. Parting our lips, I looked down at her, but she shyly buried her face in my chest. Seeing her bashful expression, I couldn't resist kissing her lips again. My right hand slowly moved to her waist, gently unbuttoning her blouse, pulling down the zipper, and slipping my hand inside her panties, caressing her pubic hair. Her body trembled violently, then she opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Honey, could you close the curtains? It's too bright now." I gently placed her on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, then went to the bedside and drew the thick curtains, plunging the room into darkness. I returned to the bedside, pulled back the blanket, and lay down beside her. I put my arm around her shoulder and slowly pulled down her pants with one hand. She was shy and flustered, then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Perhaps because of nervousness, she very proactively slipped her tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine. I pulled up her sweater and took it off, leaving her only in her underwear. Parting our lips, I looked at her and asked with a soft laugh, "Wife, is this...""What if?" she replied shyly, "Ugh, you stripped me naked as soon as you came into the room." I pretended to be confused, "Stripped naked? No, you're still wearing your bra, aren't you? Oh, is this a hint for me? Well, here I come." Saying that, I unhooked her bra. As soon as I unhooked the back, her breasts trembled and swayed. I took off the bra and placed my hand on her chest, which really surprised me. I couldn't even fully grasp one of her breasts with one hand. While excited, I kept rubbing her breasts and gently exclaimed, "So big." She seemed very confident in her breasts. She wrapped her arms around my neck, took my hand away, and let her pair of huge breasts press against my chest. Even through the t-shirt, I could still feel how soft her breasts were. She brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Honey, do you like it?" I put my arm around her shoulder, cupped her bottom with one hand, and gently squeezed it, saying, "I like it, I like it very much." She tilted her head back, looked at me, and said, "Really?" I looked into her eyes and said earnestly, "Really, I like it very much, I'm not lying!" Then I kissed her lips, my right hand moving between her legs and gently caressing them. She responded very passionately, as if my affirmation had suddenly excited her. Although I didn't have much experience, years of being single and the influence of adult films had taught me a thing or two. I slowly slid my right hand to the end of her legs, and just as I was about to go deeper, she suddenly reached out and blocked me, pleading in a soft voice, "Honey, no... not here." I was surprised, wondering if this was a normal refusal or a coy refusal. Then I heard her softly say, "Honey, I'm sensitive, I can't take it if you do this." Hearing her say this, although I didn't know what a sensitive body was, I knew she really didn't want me to touch her down there. I could only smile and slide my hand along her waist, towards her breasts. But I felt a little uncomfortable. She knew I had misunderstood her, and as I puffed out my chest, she wrapped her right arm around my neck, her left hand slipping inside my underwear to gently caress my penis, whispering in my ear, "Honey, put it on, okay?" I was still wondering what a sensitive body was, and why I couldn't be touched even now. Hearing her words, I turned to look at her, somewhat confused. She pressed my penis firmly against her shoulder, preventing me from looking at her, only gently stroking my penis with her left hand. Since that was the case, I dismissed my questions, grabbed a condom, and put it on. Laying her flat on the bed, I knelt between her legs, gently running my hand along her slit. Suddenly, she tensed, letting out a high-pitched moan. I was startled. What was going on? She covered her face with her hands, saying as if in a dream, "I told you I'm sensitive, and you still seduce me like this." Ah, I see. I suddenly understood. I straightened my penis, ready to thrust inside, but she pushed me away again, saying, "Honey, it's too bright. Let's cover ourselves with the blanket, okay?" I smiled and said, "We're already so 'open' with each other, are you still shy?" She swayed her body, coquettishly saying, "Cover yourself." As she swayed, her breasts swayed along with her, quite a sight. I had no choice but to pull the blanket up and cover myself. She closed her eyes, biting her lip. Looking at her shy appearance, I felt indescribable emotions. I parted her labia with my hands and forcefully thrust inside. "Ah..." As I entered, she suddenly straightened her legs. I was startled. The condom already had lubricant, and from the previous caresses, I knew her lower area was already wet. Why was she making such a commotion? I quickly asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" She slowly opened her eyes, looking at me painfully, trembling, and said, "Yes, honey, it hurts..." How could this be? I gently pulled out and looked down. There was red liquid clinging to my penis… A flood of images rushed through my mind: A virgin? That shouldn't be possible. How could this be? Should I ask? I'll get scolded if I do… I looked up. Her eyes were glistening with tears. I didn't know what to say, so I just kissed away the tears and whispered an apology in her ear, “I'm sorry, honey, I was too reckless, I'm sorry…” She put her arm around my shoulder and whispered back, “It's okay, honey, it's okay. Just go slower, just a little slower.” I propped myself up and slowly inserted my penis. “Ah…” she moaned, but this time, I could hear less pain and more allure in her voice. "Feeling better?" I asked. "Mmm, much better, honey. You're taller than me, so your penis is definitely bigger than my pussy. Take it slow, okay?" I was both amused and exasperated by her theory. I nodded and said, "Okay, don't worry, honey, I'll take it slow." After saying that, I gently pulled my penis out and then slowly inserted it again. "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm..." With my thrusting, she moaned rhythmically. I stopped supporting my upper body with my hands and knelt directly between her legs, holding her full breasts in my hands and gently kneading them. "Ah...ah...honey...honey...ah..." Seeing that she was gradually getting used to the pain of deflowering, I increased the pace of my thrusts, and her moans became faster and higher: "Honey...honey...uh...honey...I can't...I can't...honey...honey..." She was really sensitive; just a simple thrusting made her body turn red and tremble. I pinched her nipples with both hands, gently lifted them upwards, and then pushed them in forcefully. "Ah—" she screamed, her body curling up as she grabbed my arms. "Husband...no...no...husband...uh..." I quickly stopped and kissed her lips. Her voice was too loud, and it was daytime; I was worried the neighbors would hear. It took a long time for her to calm down. I propped myself up and quietly looked at her. She looked back at me and said, "Husband, I'm too sensitive. I can't even handle accidentally touching myself while showering. You're making me even more agitated." I laughed, "That's easy. Come on, let's change positions." I pulled my penis out and patted her buttocks. "What position?" she asked curiously. "You kneel on the bed, and I'll come from behind. That way it won't be so stimulating," I explained. Her face turned even redder. "Husband, am I useless?" I gently patted her buttocks and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Come on!" She obediently knelt down in front of me and bent over. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor. I slid my fingers across her labia a couple of times, and she couldn't help but moan again. I held my penis and slowly inserted it. Her tight vagina gripped my penis firmly; even through the condom, I could feel the tension. "Ah..." With my deepest penetration, she cried out again. "Ah...husband, husband, faster...ah...faster...ah...husband, so...comfortable...ah...um...husband...please...faster..." I have to admit, Y's performance in bed gave me immense satisfaction. Although I wasn't like the protagonist in erotic novels, with an exceptionally high erection, capable of taking on multiple men, I felt the most genuine psychological satisfaction from her. Hearing her intense moans, I continued thrusting into her tender little hole. I bent down, pulled up her left hand, leaned back, and thrust my hips against her buttocks repeatedly, the "slap slap" sounds at our point of contact increasing in intensity. She gripped my wrist with her hands behind her back, trying to match my thrusts. However, due to her lack of experience, she couldn't perfectly synchronize her movements. Even so, with my rapid thrusting, she quickly reached orgasm. Perhaps because of my youth and strength, coupled with the ever-expanding sense of satisfaction, I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate. I only wanted to make her submit to my penis, so I didn't give her a break after her orgasm, but instead thrust into her pink little hole even faster. "Husband, I...I can't...I can't...give it to me...shoot it into me...faster...faster...ah...husband...please...please...shoot it into me quickly...faster..." Y moaned incessantly. I pulled both her hands up, making her grip my wrists behind her back, and pulled her arms forcefully like riding a horse. Her upper body rose upwards because of my pulling, using the force of the pull to thrust even deeper into her vagina. "Husband...I...ah...I...I want you to cum inside me...please, hurry...hurry...cum inside me...I can't take it anymore...I really can't..." I thrust in and out forcefully for nearly a hundred times, feeling that her grip on my hands was almost gone, and I also felt that I was too exhausted, so I pulled out my penis, turned her over and laid her on the bed. At this point, she was close to her limit, her lips slightly parted, panting heavily, and the flush on her face spread all over her body. I held my penis, lifted her jade-like legs with one hand, and inserted it into her vagina again, then lifted the other leg, placed her legs on my shoulders, held onto the edge of the bed, and began to thrust quickly. Because of this position, I could penetrate to the very top of her vagina, and her vagina was indeed relatively shallow as she said, so every time I thrust, I could hit her cervix hard, and every time I penetrated to the bottom, I could feel the resistance from her cervix. "Ah—ah—ah—husband, ah—too deep—too deep—ah—" Her voice rose again, but I did not stop.Instead, I closed her legs, hoisted them onto my shoulders, and reached for her breasts, kneading her two erect mounds. "Husband...husband...um...husband...no, no...too deep...too...too deep...I can't take it...I can't...take it...husband, hurry...hurry...I can't take it...husband, give it to me...please...give it to me...hurry...ah...ah...ah..." I thrust into her buttocks again and again, making "slap slap slap" sounds, accompanied by her sharp moans, making my excitement almost explode. "Wife, I'm going to cum." I growled in a low voice. "Cum...cum...give it to me...hurry...husband...cum to me...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah—" I thrust in and out rapidly thirty or forty times, forcefully penetrating to the deepest part of her vagina, my throbbing penis spraying out the accumulated semen. I felt this was the most intense ejaculation I had ever experienced in my sexual life. Only when my penis stopped throbbing did I slowly withdraw it from her vagina. The sudden coolness after withdrawal caused it to throb twice again. I lowered Y's legs, helped her lie down on the bed, turned around, removed the condom, took out a tissue, and said to her, "Wife, come on, wipe yourself." "Mmm...mmm..." Y lay on the bed, as if asleep, softly murmuring without opening her eyes. My vanity was once again greatly satisfied. I took out the tissue and wiped the love fluid between Y's legs. "Mmm...husband..." Just as I touched her labia, she let out an alluring moan, like a dream, but still kept her eyes closed. "She's really sensitive." I smiled, wiped her clean, and tidied my penis. I covered her with the blanket, pulled Y into my arms, looked at her lying quietly, and couldn't help but kiss her flushed face again, gently patting her shoulder and humming a lullaby to lull her to sleep. This is my true story, and I've wanted to write it down for a long time, but every time I started, I couldn't continue. This is my first post, and it's not finished yet. I hope you readers will give me your feedback, but please don't criticize me if you don't like it, thank you!
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