The Story from Hangzhou to Shijiazhuang

During the May Day holiday, I went to Hangzhou for a trip and also visited some online friends.
I returned to Shijiazhuang on May 8th, taking train 1584, carriage 4, berth 13. In Hangzhou, I had a lot of fun with some online friends. The men and women in Hangzhou are generally quite outgoing, especially when you know them well.
We went out during the day, and back at the hotel, we'd all have sex. The journey was quite comfortable.
I won't go into details about my experiences in Hangzhou; you don't need to know my resume, haha. Now, let me tell you about my chance encounter on the train.
The train arrived in Hefei, Anhui, at around 2 AM on May 9th. I woke up from a nap, and a man boarded the train. He had boarded in Hefei and upgraded to a sleeper berth.
This man was thin, with slightly messy hair, wearing a large t-shirt and dirty jeans, but he still looked quite energetic. He was carrying a small handbag. As he walked past me, I knew he glanced at me, and he definitely looked at my legs (hehe, I was wearing a short skirt, which is quite alluring). I woke up and didn't want to go back to sleep, so I sat by the window looking at the lights outside.
About twenty minutes later, I heard him speak.
"Hey beautiful, come sit down. It's boring watching the lights alone." I glanced back at him, initially not wanting to talk to him, but then I suddenly noticed his posture was quite attractive. His smile, illuminated by the small lamplight, had a slightly mischievous yet endearing quality. So I went over.
"Why are you calling me beautiful? Don't you know I'm a dinosaur?"
"If you're a dinosaur, then I'm a frog."
"Hehe."
"Out and about alone
?" "Yes, I couldn't sleep."
"I just got on the bus, let's chat for a bit."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Anything, I know everything you want to know."
"Oh, really? Do you know how cows die?"
"Oh, well, the cow saw you, went crazy, couldn't think straight, and crashed into a tree."
"Hehe, you crashed into a cow, didn't you? You rear-ended it. Haha."
Gradually, I realized this person was genuinely funny, more likable than his appearance.
He was 26 years old, an assistant engineer, and went to Shijiazhuang to visit a friend.
As dawn broke and the aisle became increasingly crowded, he suddenly said, "Let's go to a sleeper berth; it's quiet there.
" I said, "Okay, but you have to treat me." He said, "No problem!"
So we took our things, found the train conductor, gave him 700 yuan, and booked a private compartment.
When we arrived at the compartment door, the conductor took out his key to open it. As soon as we entered and the door closed, he grabbed me and sealed my lips with his. Before I could even speak, my lips were pressed against his. I tried to push him away, but he held my head tightly, using his tongue to pry open my lips and lick his teeth incessantly. At first, I kept my teeth closed, but under the teasing of his tongue, I gradually opened my mouth. He then put his tongue inside my mouth, swirling it around with his own (he was so skilled; he must be an expert). Slowly, I also actively put my tongue in his mouth and licked his tongue, and I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck.
He intensified the intensity and range of his tongue licking, beginning to kiss and suck on my tongue. I aimlessly stroked his back, occasionally kissing and sucking on his tongue, my breathing becoming heavier and faster, my hands frantically groping his back. I knew I was aroused.
He also caressed my body and waist, guiding me towards the edge of the bed, gently pressing me down onto it. We rolled around tightly on the bed, embracing each other, caressing each other's bodies, our four legs intertwined. His excited groin was hard as iron, pressing against my lower abdomen, my most sensitive area.
He slowly removed my outer garment. That day I was wearing a pink lace bra. My skin was still very well-maintained, one could say it was as white as jade. My arms were smooth and glossy, the silver necklace around my neck lay on my chest, and my flat stomach gleamed.
He knelt before me, his tongue lightly licking the edge of my exposed breasts. I
let out a soft "...humph..." and shifted, arching my back to make it easier for him to unhook my bra from behind. With a gentle tug, my bra came off, and my breasts sprang out, like half-inflated balls even while I was lying down. Two pale pink nipples, like delicate buds, stood proudly, surrounded by areolas the size of grapes, a pale pink hue. This was the part of my body I was most proud of.
He lightly touched my erect nipples with the tip of his tongue, and I held his head. He was excited by the faint scent of my breasts and immediately began teasing my nipples with the tip of his tongue, circling my pink areolas and moving his tongue from side to side on my breasts (with remarkable skill), making my whole body sway uncontrollably. My legs stretched and bent, opened and closed, unsure of where to position themselves. My full breasts rose and fell, bumping against his lips, and I began to moan softly.
He seemed to have tasted my breasts enough, and then began to move his lovely tongue down, lingering on my flat stomach. One hand caressed the upper part of my genitals; even through the two layers of pants, I could feel his fingers gently stroking me.
As soon as he unzipped my short skirt, I deliberately blocked the zipper with my hand. He gently moved my hand away and pulled down my skirt. I slightly lifted my buttocks, matching his movements. The pink lace panties with openwork trim clung tightly to my round, full buttocks, clearly showing the smooth curve of my pubic area (a gift from a friend when I was in Hangzhou; wearing these panties makes all my pubic hair visible). He parted my legs and knelt between them.
I knew that the narrow, thin band at the base of my legs couldn't hold anything back, and I knew I was already wet. He grabbed my legs and slowly, gently licked my inner thighs from my knees up, alternating between the left and right sides. I trembled slightly in discomfort, and my legs began to struggle in his hands (I hate having my inner thighs licked). I started moaning and panting. I knew the wetness on my underwear was gradually spreading; the thin fabric was soaked through with my fluids, becoming semi-transparent and clinging tightly to my crotch.
He held my thighs with both hands, spread my legs, and pressed his tongue against my underwear, moving it up and down. I could clearly feel his tongue moving back and forth, licking skillfully.
I had already let go of his head, but now I hugged it tightly again. As his tongue moved up and down and pressed its tip against mine, I kept stroking his hair, thrusting my hips upwards, wanting to grind my penis against his teeth. Finally, I said, "I want it, give it to me."
Seeing that I was aroused, he pulled down my soaked panties. My curly, dark pubic hair, freshly trimmed into an inverted triangle, clung tightly to my protruding vulva. I knew my bright red clitoris must be showing its tip, and my labia must be open and covered in clear fluid.
He lowered his head and teased my pink labia with his tongue. His tongue began to move up and down, rubbing left and right. I cried out excitedly, "Ah...good...itchy...mmm...oh...deeper...faster..." He quickly removed his clothes. His penis, which had been holding back for over ten minutes, was a full 156 centimeters long and already swollen, with veins bulging. I looked at his penis and said, "It's so big! Go slower!" He smiled and said, "Baby, I'll go slowly..." As he spoke, he moved his penis closer to my labia. I quickly put my hands on my labia and used my fingers to protect the sides of my labia.
He pressed the head of his penis against my soaked labia, rubbing it back and forth until it was covered in my fluids (I knew he was teasing me, but I was genuinely getting impatient). I moved my hips back and forth, pressing my fluid-covered labia against his penis, saying, "Quick...come in...I...want...
you...give it to me..." He teased me, saying, "Call me 'dear brother'," and I did, "Dear brother...good brother...quick...give...Qiqi..."
He forcefully spread my legs, thrusting hard, his engorged penis pushing my labia apart. "Oh...slower..." I couldn't take it anymore, so I frowned. I gripped his thighs tightly with both hands, feeling his penis fill my body; it felt so full and comfortable.
He slowed his thrusting, placing his hands on my breasts and caressing them. He continued to thrust, his penis slowly parting my labia, inching its way in, penetrating deeper and deeper. The deeper he went, the more I felt his penis fill my vagina. His glans gently rubbed against my tender flesh, a sensation that was indescribably pleasurable and pleasurable. I looked up at my vagina, stretched open by his thick penis, like a flower bud about to burst open. Excited, I squeezed his penis tightly. He was also looking at my vagina, excitedly and slowly pumping his penis in and out. I could feel the protruding edge of his glans intensely rubbing against my tender flesh.
I involuntarily moaned, "Oh...mmm...deeper...mmm...oh..." (I love moaning, hehe). With his thrusting, my vagina became increasingly wet, gradually becoming smoother. His entry and exit became much easier.
He lifted my thighs with both hands and pressed them against my abdomen, completely exposing my vulva. He increased the speed of his thrusts, while simultaneously adjusting the angle of my thighs, his penis rubbing rapidly against the flesh inside my vulva.
I held his legs with both hands, moaning, "Mmm...good man...faster...oh..." After a while, he seemed unsatisfied. He supported my waist with his hands, letting my legs hang on his arms, spreading them wide. Then he placed a blanket under my waist, raising my buttocks to make my exposed vulva even more prominent. He clamped his legs between my buttocks and thrust his large penis in and out forcefully. This position was my favorite; his penis was at the same angle as my vulva, penetrating all the way in, his dark pubic hair even connecting together. It felt so good.
With his vigorous and rapid thrusting, his fluid-covered penis slid in and out of my vagina, causing my pink labia to flip out and sink in. The fluid from his thrusting wet my alluring pubic hair and his thick pubic hair. His inner thighs kept hitting my tender inner thighs, making "slap, slap, slap..." sounds.
This round of vigorous thrusting made my body move up and down, my breasts heaving violently, and my neck was covered in sweat. I held his buttocks tightly with my hands, moaning, "...good...brother...
harder...Kiki...good...so good...deeper...ah...so good..."
My moans made him feel incredibly good, and his penis thrust even harder, as if he wanted to insert his balls into my vagina. Seeing him thrust so hard, I moaned even more wildly, "Ah...dear brother...to the core...
good brother...oh...it's...penetrated..." I used my hands, which were holding his buttocks, to help him thrust harder.
He changed his thrusting from just pumping to grinding his penis against my cervix when it reached my cervix, which stimulated me so much that I immediately moaned, "No...dear brother...my core is going to...break...Kiki..."
"...I'm going to die..." He pressed his glans tightly against my cervix, grinding faster. I knew my orgasm was approaching, and he thrust and rubbed my cervix even harder. Finally, my whole body convulsed, and I screamed, "Ah..."
After my orgasm, I relaxed my body weakly. He lowered my legs, lifted my waist with both hands, and made my legs clamp around his waist. He grabbed my waist with both hands and began to thrust again. Having just orgasmed, I started moaning again as his thrusts increased: "Good brother...please have mercy...Kiki...oh..."
But he continued to thrust hard with his waist, his penis thrusting fiercely inside my vagina. My hands, which were tightly gripping the sheets, were placed on my breasts and caressed them. My hips began to move incessantly, matching his thrusts.
I liked it when a man could continue to have sex with me after my orgasm. He thrust his penis into my vagina while admiring my wanton and lewd state.
I knew he wanted to play with me in different positions. After watching for a while, he picked me up and let me sit in his lap. To keep my balance, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He held my round buttocks tightly, stroking the point where his penis met my vagina, which was already soaking wet.
Since he wasn't thrusting, I arched my back and then lowered it, then arched back again and lowered it, letting his penis go in and out of my vagina, moaning, "Oh...so beautiful...faster..." His penis was very hard (I hate men who aren't hard, they're worse than impotent men). Having tasted the pleasure, I sat up faster and faster, constantly moaning, "Ah...oh...so beautiful...so...good...I want...ah..." He freed his hands to stroke my waist, his tongue kissing my trembling breasts, and occasionally thrusting his hips to push his penis upwards forcefully. This made me more and more excited, and I kept increasing the range of my motion, pushing his penis deep inside me, piercing my cervix, my hands holding his head pressed between my breasts.
Soon I was close to climax again. Seeing that I was about to climax, he moved his hips upwards in sync with my sitting position, his penis thrusting wildly into my cervix. I let out an "Ah..." and his whole body trembled, his hot semen gushing out and mingling with my bodily fluids. It was so hot, it felt like my lower abdomen was on fire.
The feeling of my climax was like all the strength in my body was gathered together, then being scalded by the semen on his glans. All the pleasure spread from my cervix to my entire body; it felt so incredibly good.
I collapsed onto him. While enjoying the pleasure brought by his ejaculation (when a man ejaculates, his glans penis stretches to its maximum and then throbs forcefully; if the man knows how to have sex, he should press the glans penis against the woman's cervix, which can almost certainly bring her to another orgasm, because the cervix is open due to the recent orgasm, and the man's ejaculation is all inside the uterus; this heat and the throbbing of the glans penis are the most stimulating, that's how I felt, but such men are really rare; they're all just bragging, they're useless in bed), I also enjoyed his caresses of my smooth back and round buttocks, my limbs limply pressed against him.
We slept until the train conductor knocked on the door and said, "We're almost at Shijiazhuang." Then we got off the train together; he didn't go to his friend's place, we went straight to Century Hotel and booked a room.

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