Winter Snow Memoirs 520

Volume 5, The Beginning of Depravity, Chapter 20, The Power of Aphrodisiacs.
A moment later, he came out of the bedroom. I knew he was coming out. Just as I was about to turn around and stand up, she scolded me, "Lie down and obey!" I wanted to resist him, not intending to obey his command. He suddenly said softly, "Be good, baby. I like seeing you in this position."
I was a little dizzy from his sudden attitude. Looking at his expectant eyes, I returned to that position. He held my waist and whispered, "Lie down, I'll make you even happier." I obediently lowered my body, kneeling by the bed, and put my buttocks... He
first squeezed my buttocks hard with both large hands, then excitedly lowered his head and sniffed my buttocks with fascination. I felt his warm breath brushing against me, making me feel lightheaded. Just as I was enjoying this gentle touch, suddenly he thrust a finger into my vagina, inserting it to the deepest point without any resistance.
I couldn't help but let out a long, drawn-out moan. He then said to me, "Don't rush, you'll feel like you're in heaven soon." I closed my eyes and felt his entire finger going in and out, slowly... He pulled out, and my vagina tightly and gently gripped his finger, not wanting it to leave. Just as it was about to slip away, a wave of emptiness washed over
me. Suddenly, he thrust in again, penetrating to the hilt. The tingling pleasure from the thrusting made me almost unable to control myself and sit up. He pressed down on my waist, making my buttocks arch even higher. Then he watched as his finger moved wildly in and out of my vagina. With each thrust, I felt like I was flying to the heavens.
Gradually, he slowed down. I looked back at him, but he ignored me, pulling his middle finger out of my vagina. Instantly, my vagina felt helpless, closing and sucking in wisps of air, as if it had lost its support. I couldn't bear this loss, twisting my buttocks as if begging for his insertion.
He didn't make me wait long; instead, he inserted his index finger into my vagina. My vagina swallowed him like a treasure, feeling his rough fingers probing and digging around in my tender flesh. At the same time, I felt his middle finger touching my anus with each closure of my labia. This was a thrill I'd never experienced before. His index finger probed for a while, then abruptly withdrew, drawing out a lot of vaginal fluid, which was pulled into irregular, transparent threads. He smeared it all over my anus, then inserted it into my vagina, stirring it around until it felt about right, before smearing the fluid on my anus again. Then I felt his middle finger tip gently pry open the outer edge of my anus, slowly smearing the fluid deeper.
I'd seen this in movies, and I knew what he wanted to do, but I couldn't refuse. Deep down, I seemed to want to experience this strange way of playing with me. He continued probing and smearing several times until I finally felt a slight pain in my anus. A finger roughly entered a small part of my anus, moving back and forth without going deep.
Although it hurt a little, it couldn't compare to the tingling, numbing pleasure from my vagina. Gradually, the speed of his fingers thrusting in and out of my vagina increased. I excitedly lifted my buttocks a little more. He suddenly slowed down and lowered his head. I thought he was going to stop, so I looked back at him. I saw he used… A long coughing sound followed, then he lowered his head and pulled his finger out of my anus, spitting the saliva into it.
I felt nauseous and wanted to get up and shake it off, but he pulled his finger out completely. A wave of disappointment washed over me, followed by satisfaction, as his left middle finger was roughly inserted. Just as I was getting excited, I suddenly felt a pulling pain in my anus, feeling a thick finger slowly, slowly squeezing into the deepest part of my anus. I remained motionless, feeling my anus tightening repeatedly. Being gripped by such a thick foreign object was really uncomfortable; the tightness here was much greater than in my vagina. Gradually, the feeling of fullness lessened. His left middle finger squeezed quickly inside my vagina, and then I felt his finger moving inside my anus, spinning like a top in one direction, then slowly moving in and out.
The pleasure from my vagina and the conquered pleasure from my anus came at the same time, and I couldn't help but kick my legs, which were hanging off the edge of the bed, up and down. Then, as if in supplication... I lowered my head completely, leaned forward, and lowered my body even further. This position hurt my neck and made my chest feel uncomfortable,
but I didn't care about that; I just wanted to orgasm. The direct consequence of this position was that my entire buttocks were facing upwards, allowing him to see the two fingers inside me more clearly. He excitedly squeezed the finger in my anus towards my vagina, while simultaneously squeezing the finger in my vagina towards my anus. I felt his two fingers talking through the walls of my body, feeling myself being played with like a commodity, and the orgasm came uncontrollably. He then withdrew the finger from my anus and released the finger in my vagina, watching my vagina clench and open three times in a row, with streams of vaginal fluid slowly flowing out.
As my vagina contracted with orgasm, my anus, already wide open from his fingers, also contracted, as if trying to close, but because it had been occupied for so long, it could no longer close tightly. I knew that this position... The situation escalated, forcing him to show me my two private parts completely.
Every time I felt unbearably ashamed, I was overwhelmed by inexplicable desires. I couldn't understand why my body was so sensitive today, why I was so unsatisfied, why I obeyed the words of someone I hated so much, why I was willing to be commanded and humiliated by him.
At this moment, I couldn't hold on any longer after my orgasm, and I fell heavily onto the bed. I opened my eyes and saw him stroking his penis with his hand. I was a little scared, a little expectant, and a little worried about my body.
I had been having orgasms all afternoon. What was wrong with me? As I was thinking, I saw his limp penis gradually swell up. My heart raced. I wondered what it would feel like if something so much thicker than a finger were inserted into me. Gradually, I began to recall the blood from that night, and my body started to stir again.
He saw me collapsed on the bed and shouted at me, "Get up! You've had your fun, but I haven't!" Although I was disgusted by his vulgar words, I... I always obeyed him first before even thinking about refusing. I tried to lift myself up, but I was too weak to do so. He looked at me and pulled me down a bit off the edge of the bed. I lay on my side with my buttocks facing him.
He held his erect penis, arching his back, searching for the entrance. I looked up expectantly, wanting to see where it was. Suddenly, he straightened up, looked up at me, and smiled. Then I felt a large, foreign object slowly pushing into my body. I couldn't help but let out two soft moans. This feeling of being filled was
the feeling of being filled and squeezed that I had been searching for all afternoon. I felt a surge of emotion and wanted to kiss him. Fortunately, we were far apart, and it was only for a moment. He kept looking at me, and he excitedly moved his penis up and down, left and right, thrusting into my vagina. I wanted to scream again, but the thought of shame made me cover my mouth to keep quiet.
He kept thrusting in and out of me. I wished I could stay in that position forever. In this pleasurable sensation, I felt his penis wasn't penetrating deeply enough. Several times I wanted to lift my leg so he could penetrate further, but I was too shy to do it. He seemed to read my mind, slowing his movements and encouraging me.
I no longer cared about anything, lifting one leg over his head. Instantly, I felt his penis penetrate a little more. That pleasurable feeling gave me a great sense of accomplishment. But gradually, I found my leg was very tired, with nowhere to put it, and I started to feel blood returning to my body. He understood perfectly and pulled my leg onto his shoulder. This action immediately reminded me of that day with Hanhan and Aqiang, and
my body trembled with excitement. He suddenly pressed my leg down. I thought he wanted to do the same position as last time, and I tried to pull my leg out from under him, but it was pressed down. This leg was pressed up to my head, and then he bit my nipple, greedily sucking on it. My
leg was in so much pain from this position, so he got up so I could relieve the pain. At this moment, he asked, "Do you like it?" Tell me, I looked at him wanting to ignore him, but I couldn't help but mumble "Mmm."
Then he told me that position would make you more comfortable, and asked if I was okay now. I understood what he meant, but I couldn't get up. He took a step back, withdrew his penis, and my body relaxed, a feeling of emptiness immediately washing over me.
At that moment, all I craved was for him to bring me endless orgasms. I lifted my right leg, rolled over, and knelt on the edge of the bed, then rose again and knelt on my left leg as well, impatiently waiting for his entry. He first let out an excited cry, then walked over, guiding his penis, pressing his hand against my waist. With his pressure, I slowly found the right position. Next, he patted my buttocks, and I shifted my body again. He gave me a satisfied finger. Then I felt a hot glans thrust in, followed by the entire length entering my body. Then, he stood on one foot on the edge of the bed and thrust forward again. I felt an even thicker, hotter object hitting my labia majora, tickled by his pubic hair. Then, below my labia, two... His warm testicles covered me, and I suddenly loved this seamless contact. This position was so blissful. Then I experienced thrusting in and out like I'd never felt before. Each thrust sent me into a frenzy, and each withdrawal made me lift my hips to chase his penis.
Each deep penetration hit my core, the large glans constantly rubbing against my clitoris, his two large testicles slapping against my vulva and anus. Waves of incredible pleasure sent me to peak after peak. Now he was straddling the bed, enjoying my every squeeze and suck. When I couldn't take it anymore, he pinned me down on the bed, thrusting into me forcefully from behind.
I could feel his tongue on my... He licked my earlobe and neck, and I could smell his bad breath, but I didn't want to refuse him. Maybe it was because I inexplicably enjoyed his commands, or maybe I was grateful for the physical satisfaction he gave me. I let him kiss and caress me. He looked up at me and said, "Baby, kneel up again, I'll give you, I'll make you climax, I'm coming too."
I was already a little exhausted, but I still couldn't bear to refuse him. I stuck my butt up towards him again, and he excitedly thrust into me again. This time, maybe because he was about to ejaculate, it was especially fast and intense. My vagina was being penetrated to the root, and the flesh inside me was being turned outwards with his thrusts. This position was so comfortable that I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed weakly.
He still wasn't satisfied and tried a few more times, and then... He rolled me over, then used his legs to spread my legs apart, and entered me again. This position, though not as stimulating as before, gave me a much-needed rest. Watching him thrust in and out of me, I thought of that night when I lost my virginity. He lifted one of my legs and thrust forcefully, then grabbed my toes and began kneading them.
I was immediately brought to another orgasm by his stimulation. At this moment, he licked my toes, looking at me with fascination. I excitedly lifted my other leg and spread it apart. He held my waist and began thrusting into my vagina at an astonishing speed. I couldn't help but watch his movements, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw beads of sweat on his forehead. I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for him; he was working so hard!
As his breathing deepened, I was also nearing the peak of my desire. I felt him about to pull away from my body, and I felt a strong sense of reluctance. I wanted to reach my climax; he couldn't stop. I tightly gripped his waist with my legs.
He looked up, startled, and slowed his movements, but I was just a hair's breadth away. Seeing him stop, I used the strength of my legs gripping his waist to lift my hips and thrust twice forcefully. But I was too weak and couldn't hold on, falling back onto the bed. I thought my orgasm was about to slip away again; the emptiness and loss were indescribable. But suddenly, I saw him sigh and thrust wildly three times, then tightly... As he pressed against my vulva,
I suddenly realized what he was about to do and quickly spread my legs to let him out, but it was too late. I felt a powerful, scalding hot liquid spray into my deepest part. Seeing me loosen my grip, he tried to pull out again, but I was already trembling from the heat of that drop, violently reaching the peak of desire.
At that moment, my legs tightened around his waist again, feeling his magma-like liquid washing over my uterus. For a moment, I thought that it might make me pregnant, but I didn't care. I didn't want to think about it anymore, because that scalding temperature felt like finding sunshine in winter. I lay there quietly, enduring it. As he finished, he collapsed to the side, feeling slumped over. I felt streams of heat flowing from my vagina down to my anus, then onto the sheets.
I lay there, lost in thought, savoring the climax that had lasted all afternoon. The gnawed desire finally began to subside, and I saw Pengpeng standing beside me, watching me. He would tug at my nipples, then look down at my anus, mocking me. I
felt utterly powerless; even pulling a piece of clothing over myself was impossible. I just sat there, quietly contemplating everything. Why had I suddenly become like this? How could I be so lewd? Why have I become so sexually unsatisfied? I vaguely remember him getting up and pouring me a glass of water. He helped me drink it, but my orgasm had already subsided. I wanted to question him loudly, but I was the one who had just been wanton. How could I say that? After I drank the water, he said to me, "Don't go. Wait for me. I'll come back to pamper you tonight." I ignored him with disgust. I will not be that perverted woman again. I need to wake up. After
he finished speaking, he took Pengpeng and left. I lay on the bed in a daze, thinking about all the possibilities, but my mind was in a mess. Just as I was about to take a shower, I felt that feeling again, which was terrifying. Am I really that sexually unsatisfied?

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