In Memory of My Former Beloved (Part Two)

The sound of rain outside the window—it was raining, the heavens were on their side. I forget how it started, but I pressed my lips to hers, kissing this girl who was like a porcelain doll. Her saliva was sweet like honey; I thought it was the taste of love.
Yes, this was the taste of love, sweet and gentle, like the taste of sunshine, but warmer than sunshine, softer than a breeze, and more intoxicating than fine wine. At that moment, I forgot my troubles, focusing solely on enjoying love, the love this girl gave me.
Our tongues intertwined, gently teasing each other's nerves. Desire within me burned like a small flame, growing ever stronger, wanting to melt me completely. Outside, the wind continued to blow, the rain mingled with thunder and lightning. I love the feeling of making love in the rain; it's wonderful.
We were like two flames, tightly embracing each other. As a man who had been through it all, I felt I understood what women wanted. I wanted to give her more slowly than she desired, to make her happy. Her happiness was my happiness. My left hand gently encircled her waist, my right hand pulled her into my embrace, kissing every inch of her skin with a tender yet unrestrained passion. Her lips, neck, and ears, her delicate skin slightly flushed, she began to breathe heavily, her breath hitting my face as she reciprocated my passion. I lifted her and placed her on the bed, pressing her down. My left hand reached for her breasts, like small hills, gently kneading and squeezing them, each firm squeeze accompanied by a soft gasp. Slowly, I unbuttoned her clothes. Two large, white breasts jumped into my eyes through a blue bra. My red handprint remained on her left breast. I pressed my lips to it, sucking on the purple nipple, while my right hand gently flicked the right one; it was firm. The purple nipple still held my saliva, like ripe fruit, very tempting. Slowly, I pressed my face to her lower abdomen; her abdomen was smooth, with a layer of fat but no excess fat. Kissing every inch of her smooth skin with my tongue felt like savoring a delicacy. Her body began to slowly sway, and I removed her clothes, revealing blue panties, the crotch already wet. I reached for her sensitive area, gently rubbing and pressing through the fabric, making it even wetter. Her legs began to move incessantly, trying to pull off her panties, and I went along with it. A patch of black pubic hair appeared before my eyes, neither too thick nor too thin, just right, with a valley in the middle and a small stream flowing through it, the water sparkling beautifully. Such a beautiful scene, the land so enchanting, has captivated countless heroes. My left hand touched her clitoris, gently pressing and rubbing it. "You're so naughty," I teased. "No one loves you if you're not naughty," I replied. By this time, I was incredibly hard, making a tent in my pants, which was uncomfortable. It felt like a volcano erupting but finding no outlet. I gestured for her to help me take off my pants. Brother and sister met, the brother erect and powerful, the sister delicate and shy. I placed the head of my penis on her pubic area, gently patting her clitoris, slowly rubbing it. I knew she was uncomfortable and wanted my penis inside. However, with my knowledge, foreplay was necessary, and it had to be slow, so that the woman could climax more easily. With my rubbing, her pubic hair became even wetter, soaking the sheets; the time was ripe. I slowly inserted my penis, my own penis being quite large, gently pushing in about a head's width and slowly thrusting in and out. After about 20 seconds, I felt my sister seemed ready, so I slowly thrust deeper, paused, and then slowly pulled out. This method allows the woman to experience the thrusting more realistically and accurately, feeling the pleasure of the thrusting. With each slow thrust, more and more fluid accumulated, making her very slippery inside. I increased the speed of the thrusting, and with each increase, my hand moved to her lower abdomen, gently pressing it. I personally felt that this stimulated the woman more deeply. Each thrust was like a piston, and her body began to tremble involuntarily. At that time, I didn't know what this meant, but I knew it must feel amazing. Watching the woman I loved become my woman and bringing her pleasure made me very happy; this is also a man's pleasure.
Later, we did it at least three more times. Once, I had her half-sitting on my lap, and I held her buttocks with both hands, moving up and down violently. She couldn't take it. But I really liked this position; it felt very powerful.

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