[Dry Yang Yuying]

Due to work, I frequently travel to Europe and America. During these trips, I've had many romantic encounters,

but the one on the plane was particularly unforgettable. It was a flight from Beijing to Los Angeles, with a scheduled

stopover in Hong Kong. Before boarding, I knew it would be a long journey. How should I pass the time? Listen to

music, watch videos, or read mindless magazines?
I boarded the plane, found my seat, and gazed out the window at the low-hanging night sky, quietly waiting for

takeoff . Suddenly, a delicate fragrance wafted over, and a girl stood beside me.
"Excuse me, sir," a sweet, melodious voice said.
I stood up, ready to let her into the inner seat. Wow! My eyes lit up.
Long, jet-black hair, a delicate oval face, black sunglasses, and a light red

dress that concealed a 30A bust, her round buttocks beautifully outlining a curve.
"Yang Yuying? You're Yang…" I couldn't help but exclaim.
"Shh..." She playfully gestured for me to shut up. "Don't shout, I don't want anyone to recognize me."

With that, she quickly slipped into her seat.
"What are you afraid of? This is Hong Kong, nobody will pay you any attention." I sat down too.
She sat quietly, looking out the window.
"Ms. Yang, you went to America alone?" I broke the silence first.
"Yes," she said somewhat resentfully.
"Ah, I'm a huge fan of yours, I love all your songs, but I haven't heard you

sing much lately," I asked knowingly, thinking to myself that she must have hooked up with a rich guy and been kept by someone.
"Really? Do you want me to sign your autograph?" She giggled, but immediately covered her mouth and glanced around

.
"Seriously, you went on vacation? Where's your boyfriend?"
"Don't mention him! It's all because of him, and his father. It's one thing to be doing business in America, but then they have to throw

a party and call me over immediately to join in. So annoying! Oh, sorry." She realized she had said something inappropriate.
The plane had already taken off, and about two or three hours later, the cabin lights dimmed, and the passengers around me

began to sleep. Yang Yuying and I were tired of chatting and prepared to rest. She had taken off her sunglasses, leaned her head against

the back of her seat, and gradually fell asleep.
I silently watched her; her fair and quiet face, while not exactly beautiful, possessed a tender and endearing

charm. Her ample breasts rose and fell evenly with her breathing, and her slender

legs . Such a lovely singer being kept by someone—how despicable!
A lewd image flashed through my mind: Lai Changxing's son, naked, was wildly penetrating

Yang Yuying in a doggy-style position, his hands gripping her bouncing breasts, while the obese Lai Changxing stood before her, his large, dark

penis deeply inserted into her mouth, his hands gripping her hair as he thrust rapidly, Yang Yuying only able to

moan softly…
Thinking of this, my penis was extremely swollen, uncomfortably constricted by my underwear. I unzipped my pants and

released it. Then, I leaned towards her, my heart pounding. How would she react? Would she scream "molestation!"

or silently resist? She was a little slut, seemingly innocent, but who knew

how many …
My lips met hers, soft and wet, my tongue immediately slipping inside, the tip tapping against her pearly teeth. My hands weren't

idle ; one grasped her breast, kneading it—small, but firm and soft; the other held

her small hand, moving it to my erect penis.
Her body trembled violently, her eyes widening as she stared at what was happening before her, her face

flushed crimson . She was about to react, but immediately suppressed it, her body throbbing violently, trying to break free. Her hand gripped

my penis tightly, painfully, but she quickly realized what she was holding and tried to let go, but I

held it firmly.
As she gradually calmed down, my lips slightly parted from hers.
"Don't make a sound, someone will see you like this, aren't you scared?"
She nodded.
"I'll be gentle, it'll make you feel good, okay?"
She nodded again, but then shook her head.
I kissed her, and she stopped resisting. My tongue easily slipped into her mouth,

intertwining . One hand continued to caress her breasts, while the other guided her to masturbate me. Her breathing grew heavier,

and her little hands moved faster and faster. Afraid of ejaculating soon, I quickly pulled away from her mouth.
"It'll get our clothes dirty, let's go to the bathroom," I whispered firmly in her ear.
She shook her head, indicating her disagreement.
"I have a handkerchief," she gasped.
"You don't want me to ejaculate on your face, do you?" I threatened her.
"Okay, then you go first," she said helplessly.
"You go first," I found a newspaper, covered my genitals, stood up, and walked out. She also got up and came out.

I followed her, feeling ridiculous, my erection pointing directly at her swaying, taut little buttocks.

Most of were asleep, and probably no one noticed us sneaking into the lavatory.
The lavatory was small. I held her close, and in the mirror I saw us face-to-face, my erect penis

pressing against her lower abdomen, her hands wrapped around my waist. My hands gently caressed her back, then

moved to her neck, found the zipper of her skirt suit, and slowly unzipped it. In the mirror, her fair back was gradually revealed.

I unhooked her bra straps, grabbed the side of the skirt suit, and peeled it off her body along with the bra. Her

body trembled slightly.
The skirt suit silently slipped to the floor, and now she was only wearing her panties.
I kissed her for a while, then lifted her light body and placed her on the sink. I began kissing her neck,

then her smooth shoulders, finally stopping at her breasts. Her breasts were round and full, two small peaks standing proudly on her

white plains, pink nipples playfully trembling. I eagerly licked, sucked, and stirred them.

She let out soft moans.
Her nipples were hard and erect, about 1.5 centimeters long, something I'd never seen before,

quite beautiful. I took turns sucking on her breasts, slowly spreading her legs with my hands.
I reached under her panties, and wow! Her vulva was already overflowing with fluid. My fingers rubbed and

kneaded incessantly, and her juices kept seeping through her panties.
I knelt down and kissed her from her chest down to her vulva. Following her smooth thighs, I removed the last

piece of clothing from her body and placed her legs on my shoulders. Her pubic hair was sparse and loose, her labia were light brown, and her clitoris, the

size of a mung bean, was a vibrant, luscious red—truly a top-quality vulva! I began licking her labia majora, my fingertips pressing against

her clitoris in circles. Delicious, so good! Soon, my face was covered in her juices.
I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my shorts; I needed the sensual contact of my testicles and vulva! I grasped

my penis , the head repeatedly striking her labia.
"Do you want to feel good?"
"Mmm…yes," she gasped. "
Then beg me." The head rubbed against her labia.
"Mmm…good brother…good younger brother…good husband, come in quickly."
Looking at her wanton state, her once delicate appearance was gone. I pressed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening and slowly

pushed it in.
"Ah…" We both cried out simultaneously. Oh! It's so fucking tight! Wet, slippery, and warm, like eating a popsicle on

a sweltering summer day , like snuggling under the covers in the dead of winter. I wanted to stick my testicles inside her too.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed this wonderful feeling for a while, then started thrusting from slow to fast.
"Is it comfortable?"
"Mmm..."
"Do you like me fucking you?"
"Mmm..."
I suddenly sped up the pace, slamming my body into her, my testicles hitting her anus powerfully.
"Oh... I like it... I love it so much... It feels good... Slower... Gently..." She stammered.
"Does it feel better when my husband fucks you... or when I fuck you?" I lowered the frequency.
"You... are good..."
"Has your father-in-law fucked you?"
"..."
I started thrusting hard again, repeating the same trick.
"Oh... Oh! He has... secretly..." She closed her eyes, her face flushed red, whether from

shame or orgasm, beads of sweat were already seeping from her forehead, her breasts were shaking violently up and down from the impact.
"Would you like them to do you at the same time?"
"No! Oh...yes..." Her moans grew louder, her vagina tightened violently, and

copious amounts of gushed out, dripping from her testicles onto the floor. I felt so good being squeezed like that that I lost control, a surge of heat

erupting from my base, shooting from the glans of my penis straight to her cervix.
"Ah...ah..." we both cried out, reaching orgasm simultaneously!
She held me tightly, and I collapsed onto her. Her vagina contracted and relaxed rhythmically.
"Oh...don't move," I pleaded.
She giggled softly on my shoulder.
After a while, I pulled away from her. She began cleaning herself...
we got dressed and quietly returned to the cabin...
the next morning, we chatted as happily as the night before, as if nothing had happened.

At noon , the plane arrived in Los Angeles, and I saw her being picked up by a group of people. I watched her graceful figure get into the car, pursed

my lips , and savored the ecstasy of last night. "It was so amazing to sleep with that little brat Yang Yuying!"
[The End
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