[Going to the wrong restroom but finding the right girlfriend]

I'd only been in university for a little over a month when I had a bizarre encounter. I never imagined that

the attitudes would be so completely different from what I experienced in high school. The first time I went to a lab class, I needed to use the restroom halfway through.

I went out to find one, but since it was a lab building, the corridor was deserted .
At the end, I found a restroom with a curtain that said "Men's." I hurriedly lifted the curtain and went in, only to find a girl inside who had just finished urinating. Her pants were pulled down to her knees, and

she was standing there with her legs spread, head down, carefully wiping her genitals with a tissue.
At 18, it was the first time I'd ever seen an adult woman's genitals. I froze, feeling

a rush of heat from my feet to my head, then to my scrotum, hot and throbbing. I felt my penis begin to swell

.
I didn't pay attention to whether the girl was pretty or not; I just stared blankly at her labia parted with her fingers, forgetting

I should looked away.
The girl was probably a junior or senior. Seeing me staring blankly at her genitals, she didn't seem bothered at all

. She calmly wiped herself a few times, tossed the tissue into the trash can, and deliberately exposed her genitals towards me,

saying in a teasing tone, "Is it really that pretty? Want to come over and take a closer look? You're

a freshman, first time doing an experiment, right? The men's restroom is across the street. We often deliberately hang the wrong curtain to tease

you new students." She giggled, slowly pulling up her briefs

and then her jeans. Startled, I quickly backed out, drenched in sweat. Afterward, my heart was racing, and I couldn't

calm down for a long time. Dizzy and confused, I walked into the men's restroom across the street, behind a curtain with the word "Women" on it. The men's restroom

had two parallel rows of squat toilets. Lost in thought, I stepped onto one, and as I pulled down my pants, my erect

penis sprang out, standing straight up. My mind was still preoccupied with the senior's alluring vulva and

pubic hair.
Because of the shocking scene I'd just witnessed, the urge to defecate vanished. Squatting there, my penis felt uncomfortably swollen, so I

glanced down. Suddenly, I noticed something unusual out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I was stunned again

: A girl was squatting in the opposite stall on the right, staring wide-eyed at my buttocks and penis.
Her pants were pulled down to her calves, and she was peeling off a sanitary napkin from her underwear. She was probably just as

stunned . Coincidentally, we were squatting in opposite directions, face to face. I looked closely and recognized her

as a girl from my class. She was staring blankly at my lower body, probably

startled , and hadn't expected that she was also naked from the waist down, her buttocks and thighs completely exposed to me.

We both stared at each other's buttocks for a good half minute, dumbfounded.
Suddenly, we both snapped out of it and hurriedly pulled up our pants. She had fair skin and a petite figure. As she

stood up, my eyes immediately swept over her lower abdomen and genitals. I noticed she had very little pubic hair, her labia majora were red, and her labia minora were

well-developed, protruding beyond the labia majora when she stood up, which made my heart race.
What happened next was something I hadn't expected. After pulling up her underwear, she quickly pulled up her pants. When I stood up

, I forgot about my erect penis, a full 17 centimeters long and 36 millimeters thick, so conspicuously facing

her . Now it was completely exposed to her. I frantically tried to stuff it into my pants. As any guy

knows, an erect penis is very difficult to bend and put into jeans; bending it is painful and can cause

injury . I broke out in a sweat again.
I glanced at her and saw her mouth slightly open, staring blankly at me fiddling with that large penis. When she saw me looking

at her, her face instantly turned red, and she lowered her head. Suddenly, she noticed the bloodstained sanitary napkin in her hand and

quickly threw it into the toilet. Startled by her, the blood in my penis finally subsided, softened, and shrank a bit, finally allowing me to

put it in my pants and zip it up.
Afterwards, we had a conversation that, inexplicably, still makes me shudder to this day, proving that we had both

entered a state of mental chaos.
Mei Mei: "Going to the bathroom?" (God knows why she asked such a meaningless question.)
Me: "Yeah, you're here too?" (I really didn't think before I spoke, my logic

was completely off, and I followed her line with something nonsensical. I swear to God, I meant she was also here to use

the bathroom was asking if she had her period.)
Mei Mei: "Yeah! (I noticed her face was very red and she was sweating.) What bad luck,

it came several days early." (It seems her thinking was also chaotic, not much better than mine, she mistook me for a female classmate.)
"..." (Speechless, we really couldn't find anything to say.)
Finally, at this moment, we both pulled up our pants. Mei Mei's complexion returned to normal a bit, and my thinking

also started to catch on. Suddenly, we both said in unison, "You went into the wrong bathroom, didn't you?" After saying this,

Mei Mei stared at me steadily. To be honest, she was very pretty, with big eyes.
Mei Mei: "This is the women's restroom, isn't it written on the curtain?" (Her tone became harsher, implying

that a college student didn't know the difference between men's and women's restrooms? It seemed that if I couldn't find evidence that I had gone into the wrong restroom, she

might think I had deliberately come in to peep at her and consider me a pervert.)
I almost broke down again. Being accused of going into the wrong restroom twice in one day by a girl—if word got out, I might as well quit

college . But I couldn't explain to her that I had gone into the other restroom, seen a girl urinating

, and been kicked out, so I went into this one. I felt like my brain was a bucket of glue, completely

stuck and unable to think.
Finally, luckily, I found extremely strong evidence to prove my innocence. I said something to her

that I have to admire for myself: "This is the men's restroom. I asked, the curtain was just hanging in the wrong place.
Surely that urinal isn't for women, is it?" With that, I smugly pointed to the very

typical .
Sure enough, this had a devastating effect; her face turned even redder than before. Her head drooped, and she mumbled

softly , "Oh dear, I didn't notice! Don't tell anyone. Could you

cover me for a bit? I still need to change. The women's restroom across the street is used by men, and

I don't dare go in there to change!" After that astonishing eye contact, coupled with

the shock , her mind was probably in complete disarray. She'd completely forgotten I was a guy and was actually asking me to help her

change her sanitary napkin.
Then, an even stranger scene unfolded: in the following minutes, she hid behind me changing her sanitary napkin.
At this point, I cleared my head a little and knew I couldn't miss this opportunity. With a slight tilt of my head, I peeked out of the corner of my eye

at her back as she pulled her pants down to her thighs, bending over to wipe away the discharge that had stained her underwear

after . Because she was wearing a short t-shirt, her round

, white buttocks were sticking up more than half a meter away from me, completely naked from her waist to her thighs. Her smooth, beautiful buttocks were stunning. I

had never imagined a woman's buttocks could be so beautiful, especially so close to me.
She seemed completely unaware that I was peeking. Her half-bent body allowed me a clear view of her deep red

anus and half of her vulva. Her plump, pink labia majora were partially closed, and her well-developed, red labia minora protruded prominently.
I felt as if I had been electrocuted, my blood rushing to my head. Although I didn't dare touch her yet, the visual stimulation of

seeing excited me excessively, and the ensuing sexual urge made me unable to hold back any longer;

I knew I was about to ejaculate.
Because it was October and I was wearing little clothing, I was afraid of wetting my pants with ejaculation, so before I ejaculated

, I quickly unzipped my pants, took out my thick, hard penis, and lost control. I didn't care if the sky were falling; I simply turned

around stared intently at her beautiful buttocks and genitals, masturbating rapidly and excitedly as I watched. Perhaps my heavy breathing

startled her, or perhaps she had already changed her sanitary napkin. As she pulled up her underwear, she straightened up and turned around.

The scene before her shocked her even more. I believe she had never seen such a large

penis . She must have mistakenly thought I had injured myself and was swollen, because she seemed

unaware of what I was doing and uttered a very classic concerned question: "Are you in a lot of pain?"
With that soft question, I reached my climax. My ejaculation was unleashed, and thick semen gushed out

more than a meter away. My heart skipped a beat. Looking at her again, I saw her face flushed, one hand covering her mouth to stifle a cry

, the other pulling at her unbuttoned pants, her eyes fixed on my still-ejaculating penis, her face full of astonishment

.
Finally, I finished ejaculating. I even used my hand to repeatedly squeeze the semen from the base of my penis towards my urethra twice,

wiped my gradually softening penis with toilet paper, tucked it back into my underwear, and zipped it up. Strangely,

she seemed frozen in place the entire time, neither leaving nor screaming, simply watching my ejaculation

performance as I wiped my penis clean and put on my pants. I could feel her breathing was as rapid as mine.
After calming down, we were in a stalemate again, me looking at her, her looking at me. I was puzzled; we were

both definitely a bit out of our minds today, acting strangely. She didn't seem inclined to leave immediately. Instead, she looked at me,

then at the large puddle of semen on the floor, her expression very odd. Then she said something that made me incredibly embarrassed:

"Are you done? Was that semen in there?" I could only nod awkwardly.

Then, thankfully, she reminded me, "With so much, what if someone sees?" Luckily, the restroom was

at the end of the corridor, and there were very few people walking around in the lab building. In desperation, I asked her for a few tissues that girls usually carry and

hastily wiped the semen off the floor. I looked up and saw her smiling knowingly, watching me

do this with great interest. Afterwards, she looked at my sweaty, embarrassed face, chuckled, glanced

left and right , and slipped out. I slowly calmed down, relieved myself, and returned to

the lab. As I entered, I secretly glanced around; everyone was focused on their experiments, no one was paying attention to me. I noticed

she was the only one watching me come in, so I deliberately ignored her and continued with my experiment. Throughout the afternoon's experiments,

I sensed her unusually excited state. She neglected her experiments, intentionally walking past me several times,

stopping a few times to chat idly with her colleagues. I clearly felt that even while talking to others, her eyes were

definitely on me, watching my expression, but I never looked at her. Yet, her beautiful

, snow-white, round buttocks and red labia kept flashing through my mind. The stimulation was so intense that night, I dreamt of her—a erotic dream of having sex with her—and even had a wet dream.

Afraid my roommate would find out, I carefully changed my underwear.
The next day, nothing happened. I knew she hadn't told anyone about it, and I was very grateful to her. A few days

later, she started deliberately asking me for favors, and I didn't dare refuse. Whenever I saw her, her beautiful round buttocks and red vulva would immediately

appear and my penis would involuntarily become erect. She must have noticed this

, because when no one was paying attention, she would always stare at my crotch with a strange expression, causing

me to involuntarily get a large bulge, which made me very embarrassed and uncomfortable, while she seemed very happy. I

was a little afraid to see her. If I saw her coming from a distance, I would quickly take a detour to escape, but several times she would

suddenly appear in front of me out of nowhere, deliberately trying to talk to me, making me feel like she was watching me.
In the week following the toilet incident, during our interactions, I clearly felt that she seemed hesitant to say

something. I always felt that I wouldn't be able to rest easy so easily, and I was burdened with worries again. A few days later, she finally

couldn't hold back any longer. One evening after dinner, she asked me to meet her at the school playground. I knew this matter needed to be resolved, so I didn't dare

not go , and I also prayed that she didn't mean any harm. We had our first discussion about that matter.

The questions she asked were completely unexpected, and to this day I still don't understand how girls think.
After we met, I've forgotten what she said incoherently. I knew the main point hadn't even started yet,

so I let her talk. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked a question I never expected: "Were you... were

you ?"
I stared at her, speechless, sweating profusely. Her big eyes were fixed on me, but she didn't

seem to be mocking me. I said sheepishly, "Yes!" Then she asked, "That day, what came out of your...

was it really... semen? Don't lie to me." I didn't know what she was thinking, so I could only answer,

"Yes, I'm not lying to you."
She seemed satisfied. After thinking for a while, she said shyly, "That day when I saw you take off your pants and squat down

, your... your... thing was very big and long. Is that what people call an 'erection'?"
At that moment, I felt like a criminal, answering every question without hesitation: "It was an erection."
Unexpectedly, she then asked a crucial question: "People say that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. Why..."

"Why were you like that as soon as you came in? Did you come in on purpose so I could see?" She
stared intently into my eyes after asking. My head went blank, and my thoughts almost went haywire again. This question

stumped me. After hesitating for a moment, I decided it was better to be honest (I deliberately spoke vaguely). So

I said that I had gone into another restroom and saw a senior urinating, so that's how it happened.
I never thought I could get away with these details in front of a girl. She relentlessly pressed me

, asking why I got an erection just from seeing someone urinating, implying I must have seen something. In the end, I gave in and had to

tell her the whole story, saying that I saw the senior's parted labia, which triggered sexual stimulation and caused my penis to become erect.
She seemed very excited and asked very tricky questions. In the end, she even found out that the senior had thick pubic hair,

which made me admire her ability to get to the bottom of things. She must have thought about these questions for a long time, and they were stuck in her mind. She wouldn't give up until she got

to the bottom .
I saw her resume her mischievous, smiling expression, seemingly satisfied, and I thought the matter was over. But

she didn't seem ready to let me go. From the look in her eyes, I could clearly sense she was thinking about something, which made me

feel confused and uneasy.
Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she asked the question I feared most: "That day you masturbated because

... because... you peeked at me?" My scalp tightened, and of course I denied it outright.
"Then why did you take it out again after you had already put your pants on? And why was it so hard and long?" I

stammered, sweating profusely. "That day when you put your pants on, I saw that your... thing had already shrunk

and softened. You yourself said that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. You must have peeked at me, otherwise

why get hard and big, why would you masturbate behind me, and... and... ejaculate?" She asked relentlessly.
I stared blankly at her, unsure of her purpose, and dared not answer. At that moment, I knew I looked like a complete fool.

"Tell me, did you peek at me or not? What part of me did you look?"
I was still thinking about how to answer without angering her when suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: she

didn't angry at all; instead, she seemed to expect me to admit that I had peeked. I knew that whether I

faced it or not, I would be in trouble, so I steeled myself and said, "Yes, I peeked at you. I'm sorry." I couldn't tell how she would react; she didn't seem

to care about my answer. Her eyes were a little dazed as she thought about something. I wasn't sure, but she seemed a little excited.
"Then...then...where did you see me? My...you know, that part, did you see it too?"
she stammered as she asked again. I realized she wouldn't give up until she asked. I really don't understand the logic of how girls think.

Since I'd already admitted it, I might as well confess everything and get this over with: "Yes, I saw everything. I

was so excited I felt like I was about to ejaculate that I masturbated.
You can't blame me, guys all do that." She stared at me intently, clearly a little agitated: "Don't lie to me, did you really see it? Even my

... you know, a woman's... you know, you saw it too?" I really didn't understand why she was so interested in

this detail, insisting on confirming that I had indeed seen her genitals.
"Yes, I not only saw your entire buttocks, but also most of your vulva. Forget it, let's not

pursue this further. You saw my entire penis, and you evened out by watching me masturbate and ejaculate. We're even.
I apologize to you." Afraid she'd get angry, I said appeasement.
"You really got an erection and masturbated because you saw my... you know?" She

pressed details.
"Really, I've never seen a woman's genitals before. You're not only very beautiful, but yours is also

so beautiful, it fascinates me. So when I saw it, I couldn't resist. Because I was afraid of ejaculating in my pants, I

took it out and masturbated on the floor. I'm really sorry, it's also because you're too beautiful." I thought I should flatter

her a bit to inflate her vanity and make things easier.
She didn't seem angry, nor did she ask any more questions. She stared into the distance for a while, then said, "Go back,"

but sat there without moving, I don't know what she was thinking.
Back in my dorm, I couldn't sleep because of my worries. I kept thinking about the whole thing, and it seemed like things weren't so bad. The next day

, I watched her with unease. Seeing that she was still happy,
I finally felt relieved. She kept asking me to do things, and I tried my best to please her. Later, she

asked me the same questions several times. I even mentioned that I saw her well-developed labia minora, the color of her genitals, sparse pubic hair, and her beautiful

anus. She finally believed that I had seen her private parts completely. Moreover, I

maliciously described her genitals and buttocks as beautiful and alluring, and she seemed quite pleased and satisfied—such a naive and adorable

little girl.
After that, her questions became increasingly explicit. She started inquiring about male sexual physiology, even asking how a penis

gets erect, whether it hurts or feels good, what methods men use for masturbation, how they ejaculate,

what like, and so on. I deliberately spoke in a mysterious and climax-like manner. I also pretended to be honest,

telling her about the obscene dreams I had during my many nocturnal emissions, exaggerating and fabricating all sorts of things

. She believed me completely, showing great interest and often displaying a strong curiosity and a fascinated

expression, completely unaware that I was subtly seducing her.
Our conversations became increasingly unrestrained. I had grasped her mindset, and my compliments and praises became increasingly

natural. She really liked it when I said she was beautiful, and even when I said I had impure thoughts about her, often getting

an erection , she never got angry. She was no longer as shy as before. Seeing her always sticking

to me never suspected anything amiss, assuming we were a couple, and no one asked her out anymore. We

never explained, making it easier to be together. Besides discussing homework and exams, we'd talk about obscene

things. She'd ask about the romantic escapades of boys she was interested in, and I'd play along, making up lewd

stories for her, which she enjoyed immensely.
We became so close we could talk about anything, without any reservations. She even jokingly asked me

a few times if I wanted to see her genitals again. I said I absolutely wanted to; it was the most beautiful

thing I ever wanted to see in the world. She laughed at me, calling me a hopeless pervert, saying she'd allow me to dream about her, play with

her genitals, and even have ejaculation inside her vagina—she wouldn't care.
Many times I actually dreamt of having sex with her and ejaculating, and I told her about it while we were talking nonsense. Despite her

refined and proper demeanor in public, she repeatedly asked

detailed , wanting to hear them again and again, without getting annoyed or finding it vulgar. I think the first time she witnessed a man

ejaculate in front of her was a deeply traumatic experience for her, hence her unusual interest in ejaculation.

Also , our unusual encounter broke down our pretenses, eliminating any sexual barriers between us.
Gradually, I noticed she seemed to really want me to dream about her, and she insisted on knowing exactly whether we had sex. She

loved listening to my lewd dream accounts, asking detailed questions, even about penetration and whether

I ejaculated . Actually, I forget many details of dreams upon waking, so to

satisfy her, I made up stories to amuse her, and she listened with blushing and a racing heart, thoroughly enjoying it. Later,

I also started to enjoy her asking these provocative and lewd questions; our mental states both became somewhat lewd

.
However, it should be noted that although we talked very intimately, rambling incoherently, even using

words like "fuck?" and "?", and had long since stopped using vague terms like "that" or "this," directly using lewd words

like "?", "egg," and "?", we never actually crossed any lines. Although she had an unusual

interest in sex, she was still a very well-behaved girl, and I was a very cautious and timid person, not wanting to make any

mistakes that would affect my studies and future. So, we only indulged our fantasies verbally; we talked about sex
in glowing terms, but neither of us dared to take any real action. We still studied very hard; I was an excellent

student, and she was a class leader. In front of others, we never engaged in vulgar behavior or used foul language.
The following summer, during a casual conversation, she asked me again if I really wanted to see her? (She

no longer used "that" to refer to her genitals.) I said I really wanted to, and she said she felt sorry for me and would

grant my wish, promising to let me see it carefully the next day. This excited me all night.
The next afternoon, I had no classes. She wore a very pretty dress and took me to a

quiet corner of the playground. She looked around and said there were very few people on the playground in the afternoon, with only a few students playing soccer in the distance.
She said it was absolutely safe there, and very few people would pass by in the afternoon. She had carefully observed and checked that

there was a large circle of dense, chest-high saplings around us. Even if someone passed by, they would be at least 20 meters away from us. We

could see everything far away, and she absolutely guaranteed that we could see others, while others couldn't see anything

in the shadows behind the trees. She told me not to worry. It seemed she had been preparing for this for a long time.
She sat at one end of a bench and had me stand in front of her. She asked me to take out my "?" and show her my

two "testicles" (her exact words), and then have me demonstrate the process of penile erection. Of course I was more than willing,

so I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my limp penis, and stroked it a few times. To let her see clearly,

I let go. Under the gaze of her beautiful eyes, I began to get excited. My penis became engorged with blood,

throbbing and erect, slowly growing thicker and longer, standing erect. She was sitting with her head at the same level as mine,

her eyes about 20 centimeters away. This time, she witnessed a man's erect penis up close. I knew

she had wanted to see a penis for a long time; yesterday, when she asked me to see her genitals, it was just an excuse

. Her real purpose was to see mine, and I was more than willing.
She was flushed with excitement, her breathing heavy, her beautiful eyes fixed on me without blinking. To

please her, knowing I had to demonstrate my erect penis properly today, I secretly contracted

my pelvic floor muscles, making my penis engorged with blood, becoming very long and thick, with visible veins and a purplish

, swollen glans like a small egg. She stared wide-eyed, her mouth slightly open, her surprised expression incredibly cute, which

excited me even more, making me feel like a true hero. To further excite her, I

pulled of my pants, letting my testicles hang under my erect penis. She was completely mesmerized; I believe this was

the most amazing and sexually stimulating thing she had ever seen in her life. Seeing her intense desire, I offered to let

her touch it. She hesitantly extended a finger to touch my penis, her hand trembling slightly. I

grabbed her hand, and when she tried to pull it back, I firmly pulled it closer, letting her palm rest on my testicles,

gently stroking them. After I released her, she didn't pull her hand away, continuing to slowly touch the size of my testicles, blinking her

large eyes with a completely mesmerized expression. Seeing that she was no longer nervous, I asked her to hold my penis so

she could feel its heat and hardness. She held it gently without moving, so I told her to hold it harder and experience it. Her

hands were very warm and soft. I asked her to stroke my penis back and forth, which felt very good. She looked at and touched it repeatedly

for more than ten minutes, then told me to masturbate to ejaculation. "My ejaculation range can reach 1.5 meters!" I

said proudly. "Really? Then watch me! Hurry up and ejaculate for me!" she said eagerly, sitting there with her

legs bent and spread wide apart. I looked and saw that she was well prepared. She wasn't wearing underwear; she had pulled her

skirt up to her thighs, exposing her genitals completely. I could see very clearly up close. Her

thighs very smooth and white, and her labia majora were very erect, probably due to sexual arousal and engorgement.

Her labia minora, which used to be red, were now purplish-red. Because her legs were spread wide, her vulva was slightly open, revealing the

vaginal opening. Her labia majora were smooth, and the surface was completely soaked with vaginal fluid due to her heightened sexual desire.
This was the first time in my life I had seen a woman's bare thighs and an adult woman

's genitals so clearly up close. I was completely mesmerized by how beautiful a woman's genitals were. I felt my head

spinning and involuntarily began to masturbate wildly. After only a few dozen strokes, I ejaculated. The semen gushed

out , and she watched intently, laughing incessantly when my ejaculation went far. She watched my entire

erection and ejaculation process until my penis went limp. Then she carefully pinched it and shook it, wondering why it

had become so small again. Finally, she dipped a drop of semen in her fingertip and rubbed it between two fingers, experiencing its slippery

texture, satisfying her curiosity. I believe she, like me, had never experienced such obscene and crazy behavior before.
Later, she often came to me to play this game for her, thoroughly enjoying it. We even touched each other a lot

Many times, she enjoyed touching my penis, letting it slowly become erect, hard, and large in her hands. She would masturbate me each time and

watch me ejaculate. She also often wanted me to touch her vulva, but she always warned me that I was absolutely not allowed to insert my fingers into

her vagina. She only asked me to massage her clitoris and labia majora and minora, which would bring her to orgasm quickly. Because I

liked and respected her, and because I am a very trustworthy person, I never broke her rules.
Many times, when I really wanted to have sex, she wouldn't allow it, so she came up with this method: she would have me stand

behind her, hug her, lift her skirt, pull down her underwear, and tightly clamp

my penis , asking me to thrust into her buttocks as if it were real intercourse. I really liked this feeling; my penis thrusting into her soft

buttocks was more stimulating and comfortable than masturbation.
While doing this, her back was pressed against me, and she asked me to put my hands under her skirt to massage her clitoris and

labia minora. Soon, she would tremble all over and reach orgasm. I discovered she had a very strong sex drive and a quick arousal;

she often had several orgasms before I ejaculated.
Our relationship grew increasingly close, and our classmates all assumed we were a couple, never suspecting anything, which avoided

a lot of trouble. And so, we continued peacefully, maintaining this inexplicable "

friendship in the toilet" (that's what she called it) until graduation. We touched every

part of each other's bodies; she even showed me her hymen. I licked her genitals and sucked her breasts, she gave me oral sex, and we even

tasted semen, but we never had actual intercourse. I don't know

what I did wrong; it was truly bizarre.
After graduation, we lost contact for a while. I dated several girlfriends, but I didn't feel anything for any of them. I

still missed her terribly, dreaming about her many times, each time resulting in nocturnal emissions. A year later, she called my home.

Hearing her voice made me incredibly excited. It turned out she had also found a great job in the city. She said she always missed me,

couldn't forget me, and often dreamed about me. She asked if I had a girlfriend now, and I was overjoyed.
Later, she became my wife. She told me that she never felt passionate about other men,

and she never dared to speak as freely and unrestrainedly as she did with me. She missed the carefree feeling of being with me; she longed for

the feeling of being with me, just like me. We were truly a match made in heaven; for her,

it was like going to the wrong toilet and marrying the right man.
She was still very fascinated by my penis, and remained just as interested in its erection and ejaculation. This must be what

sexologists say: the first and most intense sexual stimulation can influence a person's future sexual awareness. I loved to hug her from behind like

before , with her buttocks and inner thighs tightly gripping my penis. As I thrust, I would

masturbate and massage her clitoris, and she would have several orgasms quickly, just like in college. Now we can do it

completely naked at home, it feels even more exciting and relaxing. I'll ejaculate all over her buttocks and thighs

, and we'll whisper our never-ending lewd love phrases while we play.
[The End
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