Staying overnight, both virgins and mature women can be romantic.

When I was sixteen, three relatives came to visit and stayed for a while. My parents gave them my room and arranged for me to stay at a friend's house. I was to go there every night and come back the next morning for breakfast and school. The walk wasn't far, only five minutes. I was happy that I could stay up late without anyone bothering me, so I happily went to stay there.

A week passed in a flash, and I started to become curious about the people living in my room. Everyone else seemed to have limited space, so why weren't they staying there? From the adults' snippets of conversation, I learned that it was a couple's house. The husband had been temporarily transferred to another region to provide support, and since there was no one else at home, the wife was afraid to stay alone, so she had gone to her parents' house. The empty house was mentioned by her friend as a place where Dr. Liu (my mother) was visiting and they wanted the children to stay temporarily, so they readily gave me the key.

The summer weather was very hot, and my mother wouldn't let me touch anything in the house or turn on the other family's fan, feeling bad about wasting their electricity. Fortunately, I slept on the sofa in the living room, with the windows open for ventilation. I was shirtless, wearing only my underwear, so it was relatively cool.

I usually enjoy sports and can fall asleep instantly, not caring much about the conditions. But this didn't last long; something finally happened that prevented me from sleeping well.

One night, I was tired after playing a game of soccer during the day, so I washed up and went to bed early. I vaguely heard the door open, the sound of a key turning in the

lock, and I expertly turned on the light. I sat up groggily and saw a woman with a surprised expression. I thought I recognized her from a photo hanging in her house. She asked suspiciously, "You?" I wasn't fully awake, but I instinctively knew what was going on. "Auntie, my mom told me to sleep here."

She seemed to understand, but still muttered under her breath, "I thought you were a little kid? Oh, ah, ah, you go to sleep. I'm just changing clothes and will be leaving soon."

I was still groggy, but I saw her face was flushed and she looked flustered. I forgot what I mumbled and lay back down.

Oh, I forgot to mention, although I'm only sixteen, I'm already almost 1.8 meters tall. I enjoy sports and have a pretty strong physique, which often makes the girls in my class envious. They often like to chat me up, but I'm quite shy and clueless—you know, all muscle and no brains.

Since I was little, relatives have always said my penis is big and they love to joke about it. I'm always embarrassed. Even when I wear athletic shorts, I have to wear tight pants underneath, but it's still a big bulge, especially on the sports field, which bothered me for a while. It was only later, after I started dating a girl, that I realized girls like that once they're older.

My auntie was an experienced woman; I thought she was in her thirties at the time. She had only heard that Dr. Liu's child lived there and didn't realize I was a grown man wearing only shorts. Of course, she knew what was inside that bulging bulge. I didn't pay attention to whether she looked or not, but it turned out she was attracted not only to my physique but, more importantly, to what was inside my bulge. Since she saw it by chance, there was no reason she wouldn't blush.

If she had taken the clothes and left, there would have been no further trouble. If she hadn't been curious, everything would have been fine. If she hadn't been tempted, nothing would have happened.

The wardrobe was in the living room, diagonally opposite the folding sofa where I slept. She went into the inner room to put down what she was carrying, changed into her home clothes to cool off, went to the wardrobe to get something, and turned back to mutter softly, almost to herself, "Why don't you turn on the fan in this heat?"

I reflexively replied, "My mom won't let me."

"This Dr. Liu," she said, wiping the sweat from my body, casually turning on the fan, setting it to the lowest setting, and adjusting the oscillation. I said, "Thank you, Auntie," and then, half-asleep, glanced at her. That glance was the last straw.

She was only wearing a thin tank top, her breasts bouncing with her movements, peeking out from her neckline and shoulders, her nipples clearly visible. Her shorts were form-fitting, her slender figure so alluring, swaying before my eyes. I immediately became aroused; I could clearly feel my penis swelling, my underwear pitching a high tent.

I dared not move, closing my eyes, feeling like a scoundrel in my youthful innocence. She then walked to my bedside, reaching out to test the airflow, touching my body to see if I was cold.

A fragrant breeze, soft hands, and the changes already occurring within me sent a shiver through me. Her hand trembled slightly too. "Are you cold?"

"Just right." I feigned sleepiness, muttering as I rolled over, covering my erect penis with my legs. I was incredibly embarrassed. Just moments before, I had been lying with one leg straight and the other bent, my face turned towards the wardrobe. Although I couldn't see it, I knew my penis was erect.

Where had my sleepiness gone? I usually fall asleep by eight o'clock, but now, even with my eyes half-closed, something kept flashing before my eyes, preventing me from sleeping.

At school, I didn't like girls with large breasts. Honestly, their development made me embarrassed to face them. Maybe I was just oblivious back then. But now, aside from seeing my mother's breasts as a child, I was seeing the most real breasts I'd ever seen. Although they weren't fully exposed, it was enough to make my physical reaction reach an embarrassing level.

Damn it, what a pervert! Don't think like that! I was really hoping she'd leave quickly. "Auntie, please leave soon so I can get some sleep!"

She turned off the main living room light, only turning on the floor lamp under my feet. For some reason, she paused for a moment, then went into the bathroom to take a shower. The water was splashing loudly. After five or ten minutes, she finished. I heard the sound of slippers gently approaching my feet. She was drying her hair, and the occasional spray of water felt cool on my feet. She asked softly, "Is the fan cool?"

Unlike before, my mind was clear now, so I pretended to be asleep and didn't answer, just hoping she'd finish and leave quickly.

She stopped drying her hair. I guessed she was scrutinizing me while listening to my breathing to see if I was really asleep. When I was at home, the school required us to take a nap, and I always secretly read books. Sometimes my mother would come to my room to check. I'd developed a skill: pretending to be asleep was more convincing than actually sleeping. Even breathing, appropriately heavy breathing, a relaxed facial expression—I bet she was sure I was asleep.

After listening for a while, she touched and nudged my leg, raising her voice to ask, "Is it too cold?"

I still didn't answer, but I felt like she didn't really want me to wake up. What was she going to do? Actually, I didn't think about what she was going to do, but my unruly little brother reflexively started to swell. I didn't dare answer, and I didn't dare move. I was afraid of exposing that high tent, of embarrassing myself, of her telling others that Dr. Liu's child was a hooligan!

She dried her hair by my feet, taking a long time. After a while, she changed her towel and continued standing by my feet, drying and drying. I guess she combed her hair and tied it up after she dried it. There was no mirror there, so why was she standing there? Oh, she must be watching me!

Knowing that I was uncomfortable being seen in just my underwear, feeling like tiny insects were crawling all over me, I almost couldn't help but turn over. She seemed to rub her hands together vigorously, then touched my calves while whispering, "Is the fan cool?" Seeing that I didn't react, she touched my thigh, which felt really nice! I'd never been touched like that before.

I secretly enjoyed the soft touch, feeling relaxed, and naturally, my feigned sleep became even more convincing. My breathing became even and heavier, indicating I was even more asleep. She started touching my buttocks that were exposed outside my underwear. I didn't feel particularly good, but I wasn't disgusted either. I thought she was being indecent, but I felt okay, so I let her touch me.

But when her soft hand touched my butt crack, I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed again, because her soft hand directly touched one of my testicles, gripping it lightly. Ah!

Just now, I turned to the side to cover his erection, but because his penis had almost exposed his testicles, and I turned over and put my legs too far forward, it rolled out of my pants and was completely visible. The floor lamp next to my feet made it even clearer. Oh dear, it turns out that she was always standing behind my feet rubbing her head, admiring my testicles the whole time!

How embarrassing! But it felt so good when she touched me, I wanted her to.

After a while, she wasn't satisfied. First, she kissed my thigh—it tickled so much, I resisted. Then she seemed to smell my testicles. Because some hair was on my leg, I barely managed to hold back. Her face pressed against my leg, perhaps attracted by my large, immature genitals, she couldn't resist kissing my testicles. I almost cried out, it was so ticklish! When she licked them with her tongue, I finally couldn't resist.

I moved my leg slightly, breathing heavily with a snoring sound in my sleep, chewing something, then turned over to face up, scratching my itchy testicles, and continued breathing evenly.

She was startled and quickly stood up, her voice trembling as she asked, "Is the fan cool?" I didn't react at all.

Honestly, I was afraid that if I really woke up, she would be embarrassed to continue touching me, which would be such a downer. I really hoped she would continue touching me, just not tickle me; besides, since I was turned over, I wanted her to touch my other parts too. I wasn't embarrassed at all now. I was asleep and didn't know anything anyway. It was just nice to pretend I didn't know and enjoy it, rather than actually facing her.

She tensed up a bit, after all, she was playing with the genitals of an underage boy. Seeing that I didn't react, she probably heard that fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys sleep like logs, so she sat down at my feet and touched my still-exposed testicles. Then she reached under my bulging underwear and gently squeezed my penis, pressing it down. With her

other hand, she moved aside the front of my underwear, which was barely covering my bulge, completely exposing my penis. My penis was erect and pointing skyward. I think I heard her mutter involuntarily, "Goodness!" She then gently reached under my other testicle, gently moving one of my legs apart, sitting between my legs, holding my testicles, and slowly pulling back the remaining foreskin with her fingers, completely exposing my glans.

My foreskin is a bit long, but when I erect, it doesn't pull back. The glans is exposed and feels cool. As she squeezes and kneads it, I feel my penis getting engorged with blood, and the glans swelling. If I were to exert force with my hips at this moment, I could really ejaculate right away. But my legs are spread apart and bent, and besides, I don't dare to exert force. It would be embarrassing if I ejaculated. I want to enjoy it slowly.

She touches and kneads, but she doesn't touch my glans. It's really uncomfortable to see it swollen. I really want her to gently squeeze my glans too. She's just playing with my penis and testicles, letting the glans get engorged with blood at will.

I feel her lower her head to smell my glans. Some hair touches my penis. I just washed it, so I don't know if it's clean or not. She seems to have learned her lesson from almost waking me up by licking my testicles. She doesn't lick my glans, but just rubs it harder and harder. I vaguely feel that she keeps looking at my facial reaction, because every time she moves her head, her hair brushes against my penis and glans.

Seeing that I remained sound asleep despite all the commotion, she finally decided to take my glans into her mouth.

Ah, what was she doing?! But it was great.

After taking it in, she didn't move, but continued to vigorously rub my testicles and penis, applying increasingly tight pressure to the glans with her mouth. This was an experience I had never had before; I desperately wanted her to move, because that would completely break me.

Then she released me, her hands relaxing, and gently played with my penis very close to the glans, as if examining it. After a while, she embraced my testicles and penis, then took my glans into her mouth again, pressing it tightly, and then released it. I was completely overwhelmed by her actions; all the blood in my body had rushed to my glans.

I had no choice but to repeat the same trick, whimpering in my sleep and shifting my body slightly, still pretending not to notice. I adjusted to a more comfortable position, and this time she wasn't afraid. Her hands didn't leave my penis and testicles, and she didn't get up. She probably believed I wouldn't wake up. Actually, I really wanted to use some force when she took my glans in her mouth; I was sure I would ejaculate inside her. I didn't know how to end it now. If this continued, she would probably kill me. I needed to release; I couldn't hold back anymore.

When she took my glans into her mouth again, applying pressure and sucking harder, I couldn't help but shudder slightly from her gentleness. My legs and buttocks involuntarily exerted a little force, and my semen gushed out. I felt incredibly good, but also a little scared.

What moved me most was that she only showed surprise for a moment, didn't pull away, and didn't leave my glans. Her hands still held my testicles and penis, and my buttocks trembled reflexively. She remained in one position, accepting it. I still pretended to be ejaculating in my dream—warm, comfortable, fresh, and exciting.

I couldn't help but want to stay still. I felt like I was falling into a deep valley, constantly plummeting, desperately wanting to grab onto something, even just a straw. The trembling gradually subsided, and finally, it was over. My penis was enveloped in warmth, still enjoying the gentle treatment. I was still enjoying it. So I pretended to be fast asleep.

To be honest, if she hadn't been sucking on my glans, if I had only ejaculated, I would have pretended to wake up from my dream and released myself in her hands, making her continue to let me enjoy myself. But ejaculating in her mouth, I really couldn't face this aunt. After all, I was only sixteen years old, and I didn't know how to handle this awkward situation.

She waited until I had completely calmed down, then gently lifted herself up. She continued to rub my penis and testicles with her semen-covered hands. I wondered what else was so fun about the sticky mess. Maybe she hadn't expected me to ejaculate?

I heard sounds coming from her mouth, as if she was savoring the young semen. When she was about to let go, my penis, which hadn't completely shrunk, slowly grew and changed again. After all, it was an experience I had never had before, and I still felt incredibly comfortable. She seemed very interested and rubbed it harder, and my penis quickly grew larger.

Suddenly, she rushed into the bathroom, dried her hands, and came back with a towel. Then she took my hand and held my still-erect penis, letting her do as she pleased. Suddenly, she pushed me hard and shouted, "Wake up, wake up, what's wrong with you!"

I was startled and pretended to have just woken up. Looking at my hands covered in sticky fluid and her smiling face, I said, "What happened to me?"

She smiled and said, "I heard you making noise, came over to check, and here you are. I should be asking you!" I

pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I don't know either ." "What's wrong?"

she said. "Nothing, let me wipe it for you."

I said I could do it myself, but she firmly pushed my hand away and said, "Auntie has seen you before, it's okay for me to wipe it for you. Be good, don't move, okay?"

So I pretended that I wasn't fully awake yet, and leaned to one side, happy to let her take care of it. She gently and carefully wiped my penis, carefully wiping the sticky fluid off my glans, lifting my testicles again and again, wiping every part, even lifting my legs to clean up the stuff that had dripped onto my buttocks. She even did it with my hands. I was as obedient as a baby.

The difference was that, under her meticulous care, my penis had become erect again, the glans turning from pink to a bright red. She gently squeezed my swollen penis with affection and laughed, saying, "You're not old, but you're quite the devil."

I felt a little embarrassed, as if she were praising my little brother, but it also felt like she knew I was pretending to be asleep. I quickly begged her, "Please, don't tell my mom."

She laughed and said, "Of course, this is our little secret. You mustn't tell anyone else either, but you have to promise me one thing."

I quickly said, "Okay, okay, I promise."

She smiled and looked into my eyes, "From now on, you have to listen to Auntie. Do whatever I tell you to do, okay?"

I quickly said, "Anything is fine." Actually, I was secretly overjoyed. "Great! Go wash up first, and then Auntie will teach you a fun activity that's both comfortable and fun."

"Okay, I'll listen to Auntie."

In the bathroom, facing each other were two naked women. It was the first time I had ever seen such naked women. Full breasts, round buttocks, and a dark, triangular patch of pubic hair between their legs, covering their most private parts. I was a little dazed and at a loss, unsure of where to put my hands, repeatedly trying to block

my swaying penis, but to no avail. The auntie, seeing my reaction, was delighted. She grabbed the head of my penis with one hand and lifted it with the other, rinsing it under water. Then she lathered it with shower gel and carefully washed each part, teasing my testicles and gently stroking my glans, even meticulously cleaning the coronal sulcus. She would occasionally stroke my penis a few times. When it was rinsed clean again, my penis was swollen, pink, and glistening, with faintly visible, pulsating veins.

"It's so big and white, has it ever been played with by a woman?" I quickly shook my head, "No."

"Does it feel good when Auntie touches it?" I nodded again, "Yes."

"How good?" "Extremely good."

I stood there while she sat on the stool and washed me. My penis dangled in front of her. Actually, it could have been washed in a minute, but she gently rubbed and squeezed every part of me, rinsing carefully. Later, when I had more experience, I realized that she probably wanted me to recover a bit before doing the next activity.

I let her do as she pleased, enjoying the moment, but my eyes were glued to her swaying breasts, especially the two small pink nipples on each side. I really wanted to touch them, but I didn't have the courage. Seeing my flushed face and my averted eyes, she smiled and lifted her breasts slightly. "Come on, help Auntie wash them."

She held the showerhead in one hand, rinsing her own breasts, and with the other, she grasped my penis, encouraging me. I carefully held one breast; it was soft, smooth, and elastic. One hand couldn't hold it all; it playfully slid around, so I had to hold it with both hands, afraid to use too much force.

With Auntie's indulgence, I started applying shower gel, rubbing vigorously, sliding it up and down. Ah, my palms were burning and itchy, and my penis was swelling. It was such a wonderful feeling.

Every time my hand brushed against her swollen pink nipples, Auntie would gasp for breath. When I rubbed her clitoris with two fingers dipped in bath soap, she would involuntarily let out a soft moan, her hand gripping my penis and kneading it forcefully, pulling it towards her crotch.

I knew this was approval, so I intensified my playful teasing, saying, "So good, you naughty boy, how do you know that?" Actually, the coordination between men and women in love is often a matter of perception; there are unspoken messages exchanged between them, and one can only feel it keenly by paying close attention.

"Okay, no, I'm not doing that anymore." The auntie said, rinsing her face as I cleaned her breasts, then stepped away. She rinsed off the shower gel that had gotten on me, then carefully rinsed my penis. She stood with one leg on the ground and the other on a stool, rinsing with one hand and reaching deep into her genitals with the other. She looked up at me, and I asked inquiringly, "Want me to help?" "

In a bit. You don't understand yet. I'll teach you before you come." Not sexually developed, I didn't have the desire to help her wash that area. I just occasionally touched her swaying breasts. "Don't move, or it won't get clean." I obediently stood there, wondering strangely, what does this have to do with my lower body?

She took a towel, gave me another, and then helped me wipe my body. After a few strokes, I understood and also put more effort into wiping her whole body, focusing on her breasts. However, when wiping her nipples, the aunt said to be gentle, "like this."

She took a towel and gently and carefully wiped my penis clean. I also learned to carefully clean her two red nipples. She pulled at my penis, and the two of us entered the bedroom naked.

She pushed me to sit on the bed with the towel blanket, turned on the wall lamp opposite the foot of the bed, and got into bed. My hands played with her breasts. At this moment, she slapped my hand and said, "Have you ever seen a girl's?"

I honestly shook my head. "Come here." She leaned against the headboard, spread her legs, and gestured for me to lie between her legs. I thought to myself, "Is she going to eat them?" At that time, I didn't have that kind of desire.

Actually, she didn't ask me to do anything; she was just letting me understand her genitals. It was the first time I had seen a woman's mysterious place so close. I had unintentionally seen a little girl's before, a little bulging, a small slit. Now it was open, a mature woman's. The bed lamp illuminated it clearly, showing its tender and wet appearance.

I figured my aunt wouldn't object to me touching her, but I really didn't know where to touch. She guided my hand, telling me, "Thick ones are the labia majora, thin ones are the labia minora, this is the clitoris. Don't touch it too hard. That's the vaginal opening. Your big cock can enter from here. Are there any small pieces of tender flesh next to it? That's remnants of the hymen. A virgin is whole. It will hurt a little the first time your little brother goes in. You have to be considerate of girls in the future."

As she spoke, she let me touch various places. I curiously fiddled with them. To be honest, I didn't think her thing was pretty at the time. Of course, I had no experience comparing it to others; I was just playing around out of curiosity.

Sometimes, due to stimulation, she would tense up, and her vaginal opening would contract. I found it quite interesting. But just a little while later, a clear liquid flowed out of her vaginal opening with the contraction. I thought she was ejaculating like me. My aunt wiped it away and laughed, "You little devil, that's lubricant to help your cock in. The more you use, the more you want it, and it will flow out involuntarily." "

To please her, I put a little bit on my hand and pinched it between my fingers. It wasn't very sticky, just slippery. She smiled, wiped my hand with a small towel, and pulled me up. I felt like I was about to do something very important, and I was a little nervous. But she smiled and said to me, 'You don't really like it there yet, do you? You'll love it to death later.'" "

Later it turned out she was right. At the time, I thought she was really experienced, which still surprises me. She was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old then, where did she learn that? It's unbelievable.

She made me kneel and straddle one of her legs, rubbing and fondling her breasts, letting me play with them as I pleased. 'Lick it,'

'Eat it,' 'Suck on it,' 'Take a big gulp.' One of her hands was more like kneading her own breast than supporting mine, while the other hand never left my penis, constantly playing with it.

I was sucking on her breasts, even though there was no milk, I was enjoying it immensely, getting into the swing of things, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking. She, on the other hand, twisted her upper body and buttocks back and forth, her legs constantly rubbing against the sheets. At this point, my penis was also hard, the glans throbbing."

“Come on,” she said, pulling me to kneel between her bent, raised legs. She grasped my penis with her hand, sliding it up and down and side to side at the entrance of her vagina. The slippery, sticky fluid coated my glans, and accidentally brushing against her pubic hair was uncomfortable; it made me shudder.

But thankfully, she slowly inserted my glans into her soft little hole. Her warm flesh enveloped my swollen, sensitive member, and I couldn't help but exhale. Without being taught, my buttocks began to thrust, guiding my penis deeper into her body, seemingly instinctively searching for the source of pleasure. Her hand didn't leave my penis; her mouth was half-open. “Yours is a bit big, go slowly.”

After slowly penetrating halfway, she seemed to think it was alright, releasing her hand and hugging me tightly. I couldn't wait to thrust all the way in. She cried out, “Gently,” then trembled and flinched, freezing in place. I quickly loosened my grip a little, not daring to move again.

A few seconds later, she breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed my neck with one hand, and kissed my trembling face. “Okay, come on, baby!” "At that moment, I truly realized that my penis was completely inside her tender vagina, surrounded by her burning body temperature. It was a completely different feeling compared to when it was in her mouth earlier. If I hadn't already released my pent-up desire, I was afraid I would have ejaculated prematurely.

Looking at her blushing face, her hazy eyes, her slightly open mouth, and her lips that she kept licking with her tongue, I instinctively kissed her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and explored it. Without hesitation, I took her tender little flesh into my mouth, making up for the unsatisfied feeling of sucking her nipples earlier."

She teased me with her tongue, and when my tongue followed hers into her mouth, she immediately seized it like a predator, sucking gently as if afraid it would escape. She would then offer it to me to eat. I enjoyed it; perhaps it was because of this dynamic of mutual stimulation, like me on top and her on the bottom – perfect. Otherwise, it would be too much for her to handle. I

didn't need much instruction on the other basic movements; I quickly learned to thrust back and forth. Each time I reached the end, I would be gentle, afraid of hurting her and causing her to stop. I gradually became more skilled, and she began to move with me. When I thrust in, she would meet my movement by lifting her hips and pressing against me; when I pulled away, she would retract slightly, maximizing the distance I could cover with minimal thrusting.

From the moment my glans was sucked at the vaginal opening, it progressed to the slippery, slightly hard area deep inside. The coronal edge of my glans slid within her elastic vagina, initially feeling a little hot and spicy, but becoming increasingly soft and wonderful.

Her hands first slid and kneaded my back, occasionally pulling me closer and kissing my lips. Later, she simply supported my buttocks, directing my rhythm, mumbling incoherently, "Does it smell good?" "Is it good?" "Do you want it?"

"Come on," and other nonsense.

At first, I answered, but later, realizing that I could say anything, I involuntarily started moaning along. We both moaned without any specific content, panting and releasing our feelings. Slowly, it felt as if we were becoming one, working in perfect harmony.

After a while, I felt my blood rushing, a surge of exhilarating pleasure rising within me. Without being directed, I quickened my movements, increasing the force, thrusting hard to the deepest part of her body, rubbing our pubic hair together. "I want it!" "Eat!" she cried incessantly. I felt something rising within me, about to break through something, growing and growing.

Suddenly time stopped. All sound went out. My boiling blood rushed to my lower body, leaving only my penis as a last line of defense, barely holding on.

I thrust deep into her, and at that slightly hard end, I erupted, released—I don't know if it was blood or something else, but it felt like all the energy in my body was spraying out from a small hole. The surrounding world was empty, nothing, no light, no sound, only my violent, relentless trembling, each thrust draining my fluids…

She shuddered, clinging tightly to my buttocks. Just as I was regaining some sensation after several thrusts, she trembled, her body contracting violently. Her buttocks didn't move much, but they trembled rapidly, growing larger and larger. Her tender vulva pressed against the base of my penis and her pubic hair, her vagina contracting violently, sucking at my penis and glans.

She lasted longer than me, so much so that even though I had stopped throbbing, the contractions of her vagina made me throb uncontrollably. My throbbing penis stimulated her even more, causing her body to sway violently. She mumbled incoherently, "No," "Don't," her buttocks instinctively trying to pull away, but her hands still gripped my buttocks tightly.

The intense battle subsided, and I rested my elbows on her shoulders, my chest pressing against her breasts, one hand under her neck, the other touching her face. My head was tilted near her ear, listening to her gradually calming breathing. My abdomen slumped against her body, my penis still greedily inside her tender vagina. Her face was turned towards my hand, flushed, her eyes closed, her hands limply hanging at her sides, her legs bent and limp on either side of mine.

A moment later, she seemed to shudder, and a warm flow gushed out of her vagina. My penis was squeezed and slid outwards, which was quite amusing. I didn't pay much attention to it, but when my penis slid out of her vaginal opening, the elastic opening slid past the coronal sulcus of my glans, and I involuntarily shuddered from the stimulation.

Auntie then turned to the side, pushing me to lie flat. I think she was probably tired too. She quickly cleaned up the mess, put a small towel between her legs, lay down next to me, and kissed my face. Half asleep, I turned to her side, my hand exploring and grasping her breast, returning her kiss on her lips, which were turned towards me.

She asked, "Was it good?"

"Yes!"

"Was it comfortable?"

"Extremely comfortable!"

"You've become a little man..."

"Hehe!" "

You were great on your first time, you'll be a pro from now on."

"..."

Actually, I was almost asleep.

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