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Sexual seduction of college students 

I found a lost phone on the bus. Since I didn't know whose it was, and the bus was heading home, I couldn't take it to the lost and found at the station. I ended up taking it home. Before I even got home, the phone rang. I figured it was the owner calling to ask for their phone back.

I pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Hello, I dropped my phone on the bus."

"Oh, sir, don't worry, I found your phone. When's a convenient time for me to return it?"

After the call, I learned he was a student at a university near my house. He hadn't gotten a dorm this year and had moved out to rent an apartment. His motorcycle broke down that day, so he had to take the bus home, and of all times, he dropped his phone on the bus. He seemed like a very funny and polite person. Although he only called to ask me to hand over my phone, we ended up chatting a lot that night, and it was quite enjoyable!

I hope he's handsome.

We met at McDonald's near the university. I suddenly realized something: he didn't tell me what he looked like, what he was wearing, or ask me. Now, how am I supposed to recognize him? I held onto his phone, hoping he'd see it while looking for someone and find me.

Hey, less than two minutes later, a handsome guy in his early twenties walked over.

"Excuse me, are you the one who found my phone?" Oh, it's him! I quickly looked him up and down.



He had healthy skin, and his eyes, though not large, were bright and intelligent. He was tall and slender—just my type! Of course, I didn't say much when I first saw him, since we wouldn't be in touch after returning his phone.

"Okay, here's your phone."

"Thank you so much!" He looked almost moved to tears when he saw his phone.

"Well, that's all for now! Bye-bye."

"Hey, wait! At least let me buy you a drink, you helped me find my phone!"

"Ah, no need, no need, it's just returning a phone."

In the end, I couldn't resist his persuasion and went into McDonald's with him. I politely ordered an orange juice. To be honest, I felt a little awkward because we weren't familiar with each other, and it would be strange to sit together like this without finding a topic to talk about. Unexpectedly, he was a very talkative person! I was so happy; the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Before leaving, he even asked for my phone number. Hmm, I was a little taken aback by him. After all, I'm not used to the attitude of college students making friends everywhere. Although I often get hit on on the street, it's actually quite exciting to be asked for my number by someone I feel good about. But girls should be more reserved; that's what my mother taught me.

"Uh, that's not a good idea! We're not that close. It's good that I found your phone. Thanks for the orange juice."

"Hey, you're overthinking things. I'm really grateful, and I just wanted to be friends with you since we get along so well. I'm not a bad person, I won't do anything to you."

"But bad people don't admit they're bad," I muttered to myself.

"How about I give you my phone number? That way you won't have to worry about me bothering you." He smiled brightly. I thought I'd messed up; who could resist such a radiant smile?! No, no, I have a boyfriend, I have to control myself.

After giving me his phone number, he hopped on his motorcycle and disappeared somewhere.

I admit he's a really nice person. After chatting with him twice, I felt completely captivated.

After that, I almost forgot about him. Why would I pay to call someone just to chat? I'm not crazy.

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But unfortunately, one day I broke up with my boyfriend. I'm not someone who likes to confide in others. After all, even the best friends will tell a little bit if I tell them, and if they tell a little bit, it means the whole world will know. I don't want to be that embarrassed! But I'm so sad. Who can I talk to?

I press my phone, searching my contacts for someone I can confide in.

Hmm? Maybe I can talk to him! I called.


"Hello?" It was his voice, I hadn't heard it in a long time.

"Hello?? I'm the one who found your phone." I wondered if he had forgotten me? It's been so long.

"It's you, what's wrong? You sound a little unwell, are you okay?"

Sigh... I admit that when girls hear even a little bit of comforting words from the right person, they can't help but start to let loose. Yes, that's me.

He decided to help me regain my confidence and cheer me up, so he took me out for a walk.

Although it was a bit late, sitting on the back of his motorcycle, feeling the wind, made me feel much better. He rode the motorcycle to his school, parked it, and walked and chatted with me.

He's really amazing; he made me feel so much better after just a few words, but I've forgotten what he said.



What does a heartbroken girl (I still don't like to say "woman," even though I'm almost 18) need most? A warm hug, of course. It was

a bit chilly that night, and I had just been crying. I was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and the wind was blowing, which was comfortable at first, but then I started shivering.

"Are you cold?" He was indeed a very considerate person.

I nodded without saying anything and continued walking. He was only wearing a t-shirt, so naturally he couldn't find anything to put on me. Suddenly, I felt a warmth;

he hugged me from behind.

I was startled, but it felt so comfortable and gentle, so I let him hold me like that.

After that day, we became very good friends—yes, still friends. Although I didn't know what he was thinking, after a few more meetings, it seemed like he only treated me like a heartbroken little sister, a younger best friend.

He also said that we were the kind of best friends who could lie in bed and chat until dawn, just talking under the covers.

Actually, my friends kept telling me that there couldn't possibly be a guy like that, and besides, what college guy would seriously consider a naive high school girl as a close female friend? Everyone said I'd been fooled, but I trusted him completely.

But gossip is a powerful force. When everyone told me this, I slowly began to suspect that he might have ulterior motives towards me. He might be treating me like a good friend, but in reality, I was just a backup plan, or some unsuspecting prey.

So I decided to test the truth of his words. Besides, being without a boyfriend would be lonely and unbearable. I admit I'm not exactly a model girl. Although I do well in school, have many friends, and appear to be a well-behaved and innocent girl, I'm actually a little girl who feels incredibly lewd even when I hear myself moaning.

You ask why I don't just do it myself? I don't like vibrators, and besides, a real person is always better than anything else. Vibrators and emotionless, lifeless instruments are best avoided. With desires as strong as mine, I'm honestly about to go crazy after two or three weeks without anyone properly comforting me. Teasing him is a fun job, and who knows, I might actually find a great person.

I stood in front of the large full-length mirror, carefully looking at myself.

My skin is very fair (although some say it's too fair, making me look sickly pale, but I have natural blush! A rosy complexion is a good one, you know? Seriously!). I have big eyes and a small mouth (supposedly, that's the kind of facial feature guys like?). Are you saying I'm not pretty? Then all those guys who hit on me are blind! My hair is long, cut with super-straight bangs like a Japanese doll, and I love it! Although I'm not tall, only 160cm, I'm not fat! At 40kg, I'm often called malnourished or something. But I have a huge appetite! I can eat three-quarters of a large pizza by myself. What girl dares to eat like that and still have a figure like mine? My breasts aren't big, 33B+, but my boyfriend says he really loves my breast shape—to be specific, it's kind of like Aki Hoshino's. I don't want them to be that big; clothes wouldn't look good on me then

, right? Most importantly, my legs! I'm famous throughout the whole school for my legs (even though our school is just a small one). Slender, white legs, no scars, no disgusting leg hair, beautiful leg shape, perfectly proportioned calves, and my toes are long too! My mom says they look great in shoes! Because of this, I love wearing shorts, and I heard many upperclassmen have voted me their best sexual fantasy—I'm so proud of that!

Okay, none of that matters. What should I wear to seduce him?

That's right, I just mentioned testing the truthfulness of his words. I don't believe a normal man could remain unmoved by my hazy eyes, half-open lips, wearing a semi-transparent gauze top that vaguely reveals my two pink breasts, and me climbing on top of him with my legs slightly parted. He's either a saint or a homosexual!

Okay, so I've decided.

I'll wear a white long-sleeved gauze top. I'd normally wear a tight-fitting tank top or something underneath, but I'll skip that today and opt for a black half-cup bra that's easily visible. Of course, I'll choose pretty pop-art style bra straps, so that from the back you can see the interwoven straps—that should ignite endless fantasies in men!

I usually love wearing super short shorts (the kind that almost show half your butt), but those aren't suitable today. So, I'll just pick a super short mini denim skirt, with a slit. Of course, I'll carefully choose a black thong underneath, so that from behind, you can see the top of the thong peeking out from the waistband of the mini skirt. Simply pair it with fishnet stockings (I just want to make you bleed from the nose) and a pair of stiletto heels.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look left and right. Haha! Let's see why you won't take the bait! Even if you don't, I'm going to go for it!

Because I really, really want it!

Great.

Next, it's time to go to the agreed-upon place and wait for him to pick me up.

Honestly, it's a little chilly today. I'm standing there regretting not bringing a light jacket and wearing so little.

He was so slow! I hate it when guys are late for appointments, but this was perfect. I saw a lot of people in the bustling crowd staring in my direction, so I knew my outfit was already halfway to success!

I saw him speeding towards me on his motorcycle from afar, and I decided to pretend to be angry.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. My clock is broken, that's why I'm so late." Although he rambled on as soon as he took off his helmet, I noticed his eyes were restlessly glancing down my neck before quickly returning to my face. Haha, it was funny to see his eyes darting around like that.

"Oh, really? What if I don't want your apology?" I turned and glared at him sideways.

"Oh dear, beautiful lady, you're not pretty when you're angry. Okay, tell me, what will it take for you to calm down?" Hmph, teasing me.

"Well, I want you to listen to me all day, until we get home!" Haha, you fell for it! Now let's see how I mess with you!

"Alright, although I'm very unwilling, I have no choice. Beautiful lady, hurry up and get on the motorcycle." He took out a helmet and suggested I sit on the back seat.

After sitting on the back seat, I realized, oh no, my skirt is too short. My thighs are completely exposed when I straddle the back. To sit steadily on the motorcycle, I have to spread my legs wider, but the skirt is so narrow that to sit properly, it has to be lifted up a bit. Oh well, the skirt being so short means I'm not afraid of people seeing. I'm sitting on the motorcycle, and even if people see me, they can't do anything to me. At most, they can only glance at me a few times. It won't hurt me.

"Hey, hold on tight, I'm going to ride faster!" he said to me through his helmet.

"Ah!" I screamed softly, startled by the sudden movement that threw me backward. I quickly pulled myself back and instinctively grabbed him, still sweating.



It suddenly dawned on me! This guy was doing this on purpose, wasn't he? Why was he riding so fast if he wasn't in a hurry? He probably wanted me to hug him. Perfect timing! I wrapped my arms around his waist, not too tight, not too loose, resting my head against his back.

He rode faster and faster, and I had to hold on tighter. Wait a minute! Wasn't this blatant groping a bit too obvious?

Oh, I forgot to mention our destination. Summer is almost over, and we thought we'd go to Kenting to play in the water. It's not cold now, but the morning sun isn't too strong either, making it the perfect time for swimming. Of course, there was a reason we chose a beach in Kenting. I'd been there before with friends, and there was a hotel with really good service; the owner was handsome! Don't get me wrong, I'm not having an affair with the owner; we've just become good friends again.

He was riding very fast, and just as I was almost asleep against his back, he stopped.

"Hey, which way do I go? I don't know where the hotel is. Can you show me the way?"

"Okay, I'll ride from here. Don't worry, I can ride a motorcycle, and I've given rides before." I added, seeing his startled look. I don't like leading the way, especially since it's inconvenient for the rider, so naturally I took over.

Sitting on the front seat, oh no, this is a 150cc motorcycle! How am I supposed to ride it, being so small? And honestly, it's quite windy sitting in the front. My clothes are thin, so it's strange if I'm not cold.

"Do you have a jacket I can borrow?" I asked him when we stopped at a red light. "And your scooter is really big. Next time you stop at a traffic light, stick your feet down for support, I'm afraid it'll tip over."

He just smiled, and at the time I had no idea what he meant by smiling. I just thought he was laughing at how many problems I had with riding a scooter. Without thinking much of it, he gave me his jacket and let me put it on from the front. Hmm, it felt much better, and I was going a bit faster. Just as I was concentrating on finding my way, his hand slid over from behind. Huh? He's starting to get restless. I guess he thought the jacket was there to protect me, but then I realized I was overthinking it. He was just holding my waist.

I continued to find my way, but then his hand slowly moved, slipping inside my white sheer dress. I didn't think much of it, but then I noticed he seemed to be testing the waters, glancing at me. At first, it was just normal, circling around my stomach. Haha, I could barely ride my motorcycle because it was so itchy! But he kept moving upwards while touching me. Oh, I started to get excited. Just as he touched the bottom edge of my bra, he seemed to find something and moved his hand back down to my lower stomach. Oh dear, how awful! I really wanted him to touch me! I could almost feel my nipples hardening. I yelled at him, "Come on, come on!"

I watched to see what he was going to do, silently riding my motorcycle. He did it again, slowly sliding up from my stomach, but this time it was different. When he touched the bottom edge of my bra, he didn't move down any further. I felt his fingertips break through the underwire of my bra and slip inside. I thought the show was about to start, but instead he just circled around the flesh below my nipples, pinching and rubbing them. I really wanted to stop the motorcycle and beg him to touch me without hesitation, but that would be a loss. I came here to seduce him, how did I end up being manipulated by him? He continued to touch my breasts, moving both hands outwards, still refusing to touch my erect nipples, just rubbing and pinching them in circles.

Finally, he gripped my breasts tightly with both hands. "Mmm~" I let out a soft moan from inside my helmet, my eyes unconsciously closing as I relaxed completely. But I was riding a motorcycle! I was terrified! I quickly rallied myself. I could feel him smirking behind me. His hands were still on my breasts, his index fingers swirling frantically around my areolas. Oh, that's not what I wanted. I wanted you to touch my nipples, the middle, a little further away, a little further away with your fingers!

Of course, he didn't hear what I was thinking and continued to tease me. Suddenly, he let go. Hey, was he done playing? He adjusted my bra, his hands remaining obediently around my waist.

Perfect timing, I found the hotel.

That bastard, just wait and see how I deal with him.

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the car, that guy acted completely calm, like nothing had happened, and even smiled at me. Oh my god, I almost fainted. That smile was terrifyingly seductive. I just wanted to rush to the room, pin him down on the bed, and make him have his way with me. Of course, I couldn't show it on my face. I smiled back at him, pretending nothing had happened, ready to see when he'd slip up again.

When I checked at the counter, I didn't see the handsome boss. Oh well, I'm not here to see the boss anyway; I have important business to attend to!

Once in the room, I completely relaxed. Whether by bike or car, it was a bit of a long journey, and the bumpy ride on the motorcycle was quite tiring. I dropped my luggage and sprawled out on the bed, partly to relax, and partly to lie down intentionally. I think he probably saw my slightly damp black thong and a little bit of pink flesh under my super short mini-skirt.

"Great, we've arrived in Kenting!" I pretended not to know he was looking under my skirt.

"Yeah, want to go for a swim? The seawater is so refreshing!" Hmph, pretending to be friendly and wanting me to change into a bikini, huh? Dream on!

"But I'm so tired, I've been riding for so long."

"Little girl, you dare complain about being tired? You're already yelling like this after riding such a short distance in the city, but I've been complaining about being tired for the long stretch ahead." He said, moving closer to me and resting his head on his hand.

"You're a guy, and who's the one who's been late all day and has to listen to me? It's already a miracle you didn't have to find the hotel." I straightened up and turned to face him, using my hands to support my head. The purpose of this position was that because my body was on the side, all my flesh would be squeezed to one side due to gravity. Even with a small chest, I could feel the cleavage, let alone with my half-cup bra, which made it feel like my breasts were about to burst out.

He seemed to notice, his eyes darting around, and his hands started to wander. His hand, which wasn't supporting his head, landed on my waist. "We're at the beach to swim, right? Listen to me, let's go change into our swimsuits." "Let's go?" No way, who wants to change swimsuits with you? "Otherwise, you change first, and then I'll go." "Okay, okay, whatever you say, Miss." He grabbed his beach shorts and ran into the bathroom. Beach shorts? Why isn't he wearing swim trunks? Aren't we going swimming? Oh, could it be that he's already hard and afraid it'll be too obvious, so he can only wear beach shorts? Haha! I chuckled to myself as I searched for a bikini in my duffel bag. I didn't

bring many clothes, but bikinis are quite hard to find because they have so little fabric. Ah, finally I saw it, a bright orange three-piece bikini. Both the top and the sexy little triangle at the bottom were tied up. Finally, he opened the door and came out. Wow, not bad physique! Although he didn't have those huge, muscular muscles, his lines were very defined, and you could even see the lines on his abs. Even though he was wearing beach shorts, he was still... so sexy! I was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.



"Hey, it's your turn." He finally reminded me, and I snapped out of my daze and quickly ran to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I realized I was blushing. So handsome! >＼＼＼< Ugh... After all, I'm still that screaming little girl, not a mature woman, and I can't resist this kind of handsome guy.

After changing in the bathroom, I realized I hadn't brought sunscreen! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! I poked my head out of the bathroom door. "Hey, do you have sunscreen?" I gave an awkward laugh.

"Ugh, you girls, you want to come to the beach but you're afraid of getting tanned, and you don't bring your own sunscreen." He muttered as he took sunscreen out of his bag and handed it to me.

"Thanks." I smiled shyly again.

"Want me to help you apply it?" he said as he handed it to me.

"No need!!" I snapped back to reality.

But then, realizing I couldn't reach my back with the sunscreen in the bathroom, I regretted it and opened the door again.

"Hey??? Can you help me?" I asked, looking embarrassed again.

"Ugh... women." He pushed open the door and came in with an impatient look, squeezing sunscreen into his hand. I had my back to him, letting him apply it to my back. His hands weren't thin; they were a bit rough, but for some reason, it felt wonderful to be touched like that, like an electric shock, making me feel completely intoxicated. He kept applying it, from my back to my waist, and from my waist to that area. I was completely immersed in the sensation of his hands, not even noticing that he had untied the knot on my back until he touched the lower edge of my breasts. I snapped out of it, frantically clutching my breasts and turning to stand up, but accidentally touched the showerhead switch. With a whoosh, water poured down.

"What are you so nervous about? I'm just applying sunscreen for you." He calmly turned the switch off, grabbed my shoulders, and made me sit down facing him again. This time, instead of going upwards, he went downwards, unbuttoning one side of my panties and running his hands over my buttocks, rubbing back and forth. Then he reached my waist. Since I was sitting, his touch went from my waist to my thighs, and between my thighs and abdomen, which is naturally the pubic area. I don't have much pubic hair, so it was easy for him to find that thin crevice. He first rubbed and rubbed my lower abdomen, as if playing with my pubic hair, and then gently stroked down from the crevice with his index finger. I was almost lying on top of him, but before he could touch the sensitive areas, he pushed me up.

"You've applied the sunscreen, okay?" He casually closed the cap.

"Okay." I knew I was going to blush again, so I quickly fastened my belt and followed him to the beach.

The beach was packed with people. It was so hot, the sand was scorching, and we splashed our feet into the seawater so fast it felt like it was steaming (just kidding, of course). There were many people on the beach and quite a few in the water too. I don't know what day it was, but everyone seemed to be out in Kenting. He went to the deeper part of the water first, then pulled me over. It was crowded, and I felt people grope me a couple of times, and someone even put their hand inside my pants. I still felt uncomfortable when a stranger touched me, so I quickly went to his side and leaned close to him.

"What's wrong? Did someone touch you?" He noticed something was off and leaned down to ask. I nodded, feeling him holding me tightly as we walked around in the water. Weren't we supposed to be swimming? Why were we walking around in the water? Hey, who's ever actually seen anyone swimming on the beach? Aren't we just splashing around? I was in front, he was behind, his arms around me, it felt safe. Of course, the water was also a kind of cover; he seemed to be trying to slip his hand inside my bikini while the water was opaque. We stood with our backs to the crowd, as if we were watching the sea from the ocean. Actually, I had my eyes closed

, leaning against him, enjoying his caresses. This time, he directly placed both hands on my breasts, rubbing them vigorously. My buttocks were pressed tightly against the front of his beach shorts, and I could feel a hard object that excited me. My hand reached behind me, touching his penis through his beach shorts. So hard… “Do you like it?” he whispered in my ear, lowering his head. “Mmm…” “How about this?” He slipped one hand inside my panties, gently touching my clitoris with his index finger. "Mmm~" I couldn't help but moan. Through his pants, I gently stroked his hard penis with my hand. Even through the pants, I could easily feel the distinct umbrella shape of his glans. Although my hand was a little stuck, the hardness of his erection excited me so much that I wanted to dive underwater and suck it. Just as I was reveling in his caresses, he pulled his hand back, leaving me momentarily at a loss. I quickly took my hand out from behind his back, and he led me back to the hotel.

Finally, it's coming, isn't it? I've been waiting for so long. Now I've completely forgotten whether I was trying to seduce him or what; all I want is for him to fuck me hard with his penis. Back in the room, my feet were filthy from walking on the beach, and the seawater felt sticky and uncomfortable after drying. I went into the bathroom to rinse off quickly, took off my bikini and hung it by the bathtub. I stood under the showerhead, turned on the hot water, and tilted my head back to let the water run over my head. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door opening. Huh? Didn't I lock the door? But this was perfect. I pretended not to hear and continued showering, turning my back to the door, bending down, and squeezing the shower gel provided by the hotel into my hands. I didn't squat down, I bent over! I figured he, standing at the door, could already clearly see my pink, delicate vulva.

I splashed the shower gel on my chest and started rubbing my breasts with both hands. He came over, walked around me, squeezed some shower gel, and started washing my back from behind my neck. This felt a little different from sunscreen. Sunscreen feels a bit astringent, but shower gel felt smooth. I saw him lean against me, starting from my neck and making circles, extending to my shoulders, then my back, then my waist, and finally around my stomach, reaching my fair, pink breasts. The shower gel felt incredibly gentle and smooth. I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest, while his hands moved from under my armpits to the front, kneading my nipples. "Wow, the last two times your bikini was either covered by your coat or it wasn't convenient to flip it up. Look at those perky pink nipples, your little sister really wants them, doesn't she?" "Mmm~" I hummed in response.

He continued rubbing my right breast with his left hand, while his right hand touched my pubic area, lingering there before slowly moving his hand further inside. I pressed against his body, his erect penis pressing against my buttocks from behind, rubbing back and forth, causing my juices to flow continuously. "Oh dear, is this shower gel or my vaginal fluid? How come so much has flowed down my thighs?" "Oh dear, it's all your fault." I opened my eyes, raised my head, and glared at him. He pressed his lips against mine, his warm tongue relentlessly attacking my mouth, and I responded passionately. My instinctive reaction was to slightly spread my legs, allowing his hands to penetrate deeper and properly caress my eager vulva and clitoris. His left hand continued to rub my breasts.

Because of my slightly parted legs, his penis, which had been rubbing against my buttocks, now pressed against my vulva. He continued to rock his hips, rubbing his penis against my constantly wet vulva, making soft, sizzling sounds. "Mmm~" His right hand was still rubbing my clitoris, and I felt so comfortable I almost fainted. My whole body began to stiffen, and a strong sensation traveled from his fingertips through my clitoris. "Mmm~ Brother, don't do that anymore, I can't take it anymore." He didn't reply, but stopped rocking his hips. "You don't want it anymore? Then I won't do it." He smiled slyly, stopping all his movements. I was suddenly at a loss for what to do. What kind of guy would stop so easily? "Ouch???" Just as I was about to continue complaining, his waist straightened slightly. His

large, umbrella-shaped glans entered my opening, which was waiting for him to enter. My words were still in my throat, but they were swallowed by this wave of tingling. My whole body went limp. "Oh~" I hummed, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I knew he was watching my reaction with wide eyes, but I couldn't care less. "Huh? You're moaning so sweetly, do you want it or not?" "Ouch," I snapped out of my daze, not knowing how to answer him, when he pushed in a little more. *Plop* *Sizzle* "Ahhhhh!" Although it had only been two or three weeks since we last had sex, my vagina still couldn't handle such a big penis. A burning sensation came from below, but I loved it. "Why are you moaning like this after it's only gone in a little bit? You usually seem so innocent and cute, I didn't expect you to enjoy this feeling, huh?" Hearing him say that, I blushed unconsciously again.

While he was talking, his hands were busy rubbing my breasts. "Come on, if you want it, just beg me, and I'll make you feel really good." "No??? I don't care." I retorted, but I desperately wanted him to fuck me hard, but begging him like this would be too disrespectful. "Oh? So proud. But I'm not. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. Now that I have the chance, even if you don't want it today, I'm going to fuck you hard." After saying that, he grabbed my waist and started thrusting in and out. "Ah... Ah ah ah... Ah~ Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Ah... Ah~" So comfortable. Although technique is important, a larger size makes all the difference. Sizzle... Sizzle... Sizzle... Sizzle... My secret place is welcoming his big cock, happily making lewd sizzling sounds. Ah... Ah... Ah... So comfortable, so good. Keep going like this! But, wait a minute, when I touched it with my hand, the size wasn't this small. Why doesn't it feel deep at all? I was about to turn around to look when, unexpectedly, he grabbed my buttocks and pushed me forward forcefully. Sizzle... "Ah... Ah..." My legs went weak, and I almost knelt on the bathroom floor.

"Oh dear, how can you do this with your legs so weak?" he said with a lewd grin. So that's what he was doing earlier, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Ah, that feeling is truly unforgettable. The burning sensation of such a large penis entering was completely different, coupled with my wetness flowing down my thighs from my secret place, it was so comfortable that I moaned without a care for my image. Ah, but then he stopped moving. "Brother's tired, let's stop here for today." "Huh? What's wrong with you???" I turned around and looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would continue to fuck me with his big penis. He just smiled, turned me to face him, and picked me up. I lay on his shoulder, my two white breasts pressed against his dark, muscular chest, bouncing rhythmically with the movement of his body.

He walked to the bedside and gently placed me on it, straddling me. I could feel his sexy pubic bone and the throbbing penis between his legs that was driving me wild with desire. He cupped my breasts in his hands and began to tease my nipples with his mouth and tongue, first taking them entirely into his mouth and gently licking them with his tongue, then lightly biting them with his teeth. "Ah???" I couldn't take the stimulation and moaned softly, "Mmm~ so good." He sucked on one nipple while kneading the other breast with his other hand. I closed my eyes and instinctively writhed my body, "So good, mmm~ mmm~" He spread one leg up and placed my legs on his waist, thus spreading my legs apart. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me up, placing me astride his thighs. His glans pressed against my vagina. He held me, rocking his waist, closed his eyes, and took my mouth into his. I pressed my erect nipples against his chest, swaying in rhythm with his movements. Suddenly, he thrust forcefully, his entire penis plunging into my vagina without warning. *Plop! Sizzle!* It went in deeply. "Ahhhhh!" I threw my head back. He gripped my waist and began thrusting up and down.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...um...um...um...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." My breasts swayed wildly up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. "Ah...so...comfortable...brother...you're so...amazing...so...comfortable..." He stopped again as his penis penetrated deeper. "Say you love me, and that I want you to fuck me like this every single day, every moment, or I won't continue." He looked at me, looking very serious. My hands were still around his neck. I lowered my head, embarrassed. Please, how could I say such things? He lifted my face with his hand, forcing me to look at him. "Say it!" He swayed his hips and thrust into me forcefully. "Ahhh, I love you, brother, I love you the most. I want you to do this to me every day." I couldn't stand the tingling sensation and said it with a gamble.

"Oh? With such a beautiful woman and such a wonderful hole in front of me, how can I refuse?" He pushed me down on the bed and started thrusting wildly. "Ah~ Ah??? Ah??? Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm??? Hmm?? Hmm~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Hmm~ Ah??? So comfortable~ Kawasaki brother~ So~ Amazing~~" His hands were still holding my breasts, thrusting and rubbing them violently, "Ah~ Ah?? Hmm~ Brother?? Ah ah~ Ah~ Ah??? Oh~ Oh~" He slowed down, bending my legs up and pressing them against his body. He grabbed my calves, so that not only my lower body, but even my anus was clearly visible. "Wow, my little sister's hole is so beautiful. I'm so sorry for being so rough just now," he said, lowering his head and taking my entire hole into his mouth. "Oh~" He sucked with great relish, as if it were something delicious, making sizzling sounds. His tongue, without even entering my vagina, circled around and licked my clitoris. Then, he knelt in front of the bed, ready to pounce, adjusting his penis with his hand, pressing it against my vagina, and finally, he pressed his entire body against me, thrusting his penis deep inside. *Plop* *Sizzle* "Ah~~" I moaned

, my lips slightly upturned. He didn't disappoint, thrusting violently into my vagina. "Mmm ... I started from his feet, slowly crawling towards him, rubbing my body against him as I went. Finally, I sat on his stomach, then arched my back and backed down, just touching the head of his penis. "Good girl," he said, stroking my face and urging me to sit on him. I leaned in and kissed him. He stroked my face with one hand and my breast with the other. Slowly, I sat down, enjoying the deep yet gradual penetration. "Mmm~" My head tilted back; it felt so good. This position gave me a different kind of tingling sensation, and I sat on him, trembling with abandon. He closed his eyes slightly, placing his hands on my buttocks, and softly hummed, "Oh oh oh," "Mmm~" This feeling is so good. "Deeper, little sister~ Good girl, deeper~" He was deeply immersed in the pleasure of my vagina rubbing against his penis. I swayed up and down, then back and forth like riding a horse, letting his penis churn inside me. "Oh... oh~ um... umm... so good... oh~ brother kawasaki..." I could barely make out any words because it felt so good. "Oh oh oh~"

"I... I originally wanted to test you on purpose..." I said, panting as I swayed. "Test what?" He opened his eyes, but his hands were still gripping my buttocks tightly. "Didn't you say we were the kind of best friends who could sleep in the same bed and nothing would happen between us? How come it seems like more than just a little something special happened between us now?" "Oh, you little rascal, you actually plotted against me like this! Looks like I'd have to punish you severely!" He pushed me up, making me lie face down, then grabbed my waist and thrust hard into me from behind, slap! slap slap slap slap slap slap! !!! My juices were still flowing

uncontrollably . "Ah~ Ahh ... He thrust recklessly. "Ah... Ah... Brother... Hmm... Hmm... I can't... I can't take it anymore, ahhh..." The lewd moans and the slapping sounds of his thrusts seemed to excite him even more, his speed and force increasing only. "Ah... Ahhh... I'm going to come... I'm going to come! Ah... Ahhh... Hmm... Hmm... Oh... Oh oh... Ahhhh..." Suddenly, my whole body stiffened, my hands went limp, and my buttocks were still sticking up high. He wasn't finished, desperately continuing to thrust and pump. Slap slap slap slap! "Is that all? Brother isn't done yet!" "Mmm~ No more~ I don't want it anymore~" "Didn't someone say they wanted to test me? How was the test?" "Mmm... mmm~ mmm~ mmm~ Brother is so... amazing~" Finally, he stopped talking and thrust in hard, each time going all the way in. "Ah~ ah~ ah... mmm... brother~ mmm... mmm~ so comfortable~" Finally, I heard his moans. "Mmm~" Then he sighed, closed his eyes, raised his head, and a large amount of hot semen spurted from his trembling penis. "Ah~" I cried out, and he withdrew again, then thrust in violently again, "Oh~" another stream of semen shot out.

I found a lost phone on the bus. Since I didn't know whose it was, and the bus was heading home, I couldn't take it to the lost and found at the station. I ended up taking it home. Before I even got home, the phone rang. I figured it was the owner calling to ask for their phone back.

I pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Hello, I dropped my phone on the bus."

"Oh, sir, don't worry, I found your phone. When's a convenient time for me to return it?"

After the call, I learned he was a student at a university near my house. He hadn't gotten a dorm this year and had moved out to rent an apartment. His motorcycle broke down that day, so he had to take the bus home, and of all times, he dropped his phone on the bus. He seemed like a very funny and polite person. Although he only called to ask me to hand over my phone, we ended up chatting a lot that night, and it was quite enjoyable!

I hope he's handsome.

We met at McDonald's near the university. I suddenly realized something: he didn't tell me what he looked like, what he was wearing, or ask me. Now, how am I supposed to recognize him? I held onto his phone, hoping he'd see it while looking for someone and find me.

Hey, less than two minutes later, a handsome guy in his early twenties walked over.

"Excuse me, are you the one who found my phone?" Oh, it's him! I quickly looked him up and down.



His skin was a healthy color, his eyes weren't big, but they were bright and intelligent. He was tall and slender—just my type! Of course, I didn't say much when I first saw him; after all, we wouldn't be in touch again after returning his phone.

"Okay, here's your phone."

"Thank you so much!!!" He looked almost crying with gratitude when he saw his phone.

"Well, that's all for now!! Bye-bye."

"Hey, wait! At least let me buy you a drink, you helped me find my phone!"

"Ah, no need, no need, it's just returning a phone."

In the end, I couldn't resist his persuasion and went into McDonald's with him. I politely ordered an orange juice, and to be honest, I felt a little awkward because we weren't familiar with each other, and it would be strange to sit together like this without finding anything to talk about. Unexpectedly, he was a very talkative person! I was so happy; the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Before leaving, he even asked for my phone number. Hmm, I was a little taken aback by him. After all, I'm not used to the attitude of college students making friends everywhere. Although I often get hit on on the street, it's actually quite exciting to be asked for my phone number by someone I feel good about. But girls should be more reserved; that's what my mother taught me.

"Uh, that's not a good idea! We're not that close. It's good that you found my phone, thanks to canovel.com orange juice."

"Hey, you're overthinking things. I'm really grateful, and I just wanted to be friends with you since we get along so well. I'm not a bad person, I won't eat you up."

"But bad people don't admit they're bad," I muttered to myself.

"How about I give you my phone number? That way you won't have to worry about me harassing you." He smiled brightly. I thought I'd messed up; who could resist such a radiant smile! No, no, I have a boyfriend, I have to control myself.

After giving me his phone number, he hopped on his motorcycle and disappeared somewhere.

I admit he's a really nice person. After chatting with him twice, I felt completely captivated.

After that, I almost forgot about him. Why would I pay to call someone just to chat? I'm not crazy.

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But unfortunately, one day I broke up with my boyfriend. I'm not someone who likes to confide in others. After all, even the best friends will tell a little bit if I tell them, and if they tell a little bit, it means the whole world will know. I don't want to be that embarrassed! But I'm so sad. Who can I talk to?

I press my phone, looking for someone in my contacts I can confide in.

Huh? Maybe I can call him! (I forgot to introduce him, his nickname is Kawasaki, a weird nickname, right?) I dialed.

"Hello?" It was his voice, I hadn't heard it in a long time.

"Hello?? I'm the one who found your phone." I wondered if he had forgotten me? It's been so long.

"It's you, what's wrong? You sound a little unwell, are you okay?"

Sigh... I admit that when girls hear even a little bit of comforting words from the right person, they can't help but burst into tears. Yes, that's me.

He decided to help me regain my confidence and cheer me up, so he took me out for a walk.

Although it was a bit late, sitting on the back of his motorcycle, with the wind blowing, I felt much better. He rode his bike to their school, parked it, and walked and chatted with me.

He was really amazing; he made me feel much better after just a few words, but I've forgotten what he said.



What does a heartbroken girl (I still don't like to say "woman," even though I'm almost 18) need most? A warm hug, of course. It was

a bit chilly that night, and I had just cried. I was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and the wind was initially quite comfortable, but then I started shivering.

"Are you cold?" He was indeed a very considerate person.

I nodded without saying anything and continued walking. He was only wearing a t-shirt, so naturally, he couldn't offer me anything to wear. Suddenly I felt a warmth;

he hugged me from behind.

I was startled, but it felt so comfortable and gentle, so I let him hold me like that.

After that day, we became very good friends—yes, still friends. Although I didn't know what he was thinking, after a few meetings, it seemed he only treated me like a heartbroken little sister, a younger friend.

He even said we were the kind of friends who could lie in bed and chat until dawn, just talking under the covers.

Actually, my friends kept telling me that there couldn't possibly be a guy like that, and besides, what college guy would seriously consider a naive high school girl as a close female friend? Everyone said I'd been fooled, but I trusted him completely.

But gossip is a powerful force. When everyone told me this, I slowly began to suspect that he might have ulterior motives towards me. He might be treating me like a good friend, but in reality, I was just a backup plan, or some unsuspecting prey.

So I decided to test the truth of his words. Besides, being without a boyfriend would be lonely and unbearable. I admit I'm not exactly a model girl. Although I do well in school, have many friends, and appear to be a well-behaved and innocent girl, I'm actually a little girl who feels incredibly lewd even when I hear myself moaning.

You ask why I don't just do it myself? I don't like vibrators, and besides, a real person is always better than anything else. Vibrators and emotionless, lifeless instruments are best avoided. With desires as strong as mine, I'm honestly about to go crazy after two or three weeks without anyone properly comforting me. Teasing him is a fun chore, and who knows, I might actually find someone nice.

I stood in front of the large full-length mirror, carefully examining myself.

My skin is very fair (although some say it's too fair, like a sickly pale complexion, but I have natural blush! A rosy glow is a good complexion, you know? Seriously!). My eyes are big, and my mouth is small (supposedly, that's the kind of facial feature guys like?). Are you saying I'm not pretty? Are all those guys who hit on me blind? My hair is long, cut with super-straight bangs like a Japanese doll's—I love it like this! Although I'm not tall, only 160cm, I'm not fat either! We weigh 40 kg and are often told we're malnourished. But I have a huge appetite! I can eat three-quarters of a large pizza by myself. What girl dares to eat like that and still have a figure like mine? My breasts aren't big, 33B+, but my boyfriend says he loves my chest shape. To be specific, it's like Hoshino Aki's. I don't want to be as big as hers; clothes wouldn't look good on me, would they?

Most importantly, my legs! I'm famous throughout the whole school for my legs (even though our school is just a small one). Slender, white legs, no scars, no disgusting leg hair, beautiful leg shape, well-proportioned calves, and my toes are long too! My mom says shoes look great on me! That's why I love wearing shorts. I've heard many upperclassmen have even voted me their top sexual fantasy, which makes me incredibly proud!

Okay, that's not the point. What should I wear to seduce him?

That's right, I mentioned earlier that I need to test the truthfulness of his words. I don't believe a normal man could remain unmoved by my dreamy eyes, half-open lips, wearing a semi-transparent dress that vaguely reveals my two pink breasts, and me climbing on top of him with my legs slightly parted. He's either a saint or gay!

Okay, so I've decided.

Wear a white long-sleeved gauze top. You would normally wear a tight-fitting tank top or something underneath, but save that for today. Instead, wear a black half-cup bra that's easy to see. Of course, choose a pretty pop-art style bra strap. From the back, you can even see the interwoven straps. That should ignite endless fantasies in men!

I usually love wearing super short shorts (the kind that almost show half your butt), but those aren't suitable today. So, I'll just pick a super short mini denim skirt, with a slit. Of course, I'll carefully choose a black thong underneath, so that from behind, you can see the top of the thong peeking out from the waistband of the mini skirt. Simply pair it with fishnet stockings (I just want to make you bleed from the nose) and a pair of stiletto heels.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look left and right. Haha! Let's see why you won't take the bait! Even if you don't, I'm going to go for it!

Because I really, really want it!

Great.

Next, it's time to go to the agreed-upon place and wait for him to pick me up.

Honestly, it's a little chilly today. I'm standing there regretting not bringing a light jacket and wearing so little.

He was so slow! I hate it when guys are late for appointments, but this was perfect. I saw a lot of people in the bustling crowd staring in my direction, so I knew my outfit was already halfway to success!

I saw him speeding towards me on his motorcycle from afar, and I decided to pretend to be angry.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. My clock is broken, that's why I'm so late." Although he rambled on as soon as he took off his helmet, I noticed his eyes were restlessly glancing down my neck before quickly returning to my face. Haha, it was funny to see his eyes darting around like that.

"Oh, really? What if I don't want your apology?" I turned and glared at him sideways.

"Oh dear, beautiful lady, you're not pretty when you're angry. Okay, tell me, what will it take for you to calm down?" Hmph, teasing me.

"Well, I want you to listen to me all day, until we get home!" Haha, you fell for it! Now let's see how I mess with you!

"Alright, although I'm very unwilling, I have no choice. Beautiful lady, hurry up and get on the motorcycle." He took out a helmet and suggested I sit on the back seat.

After sitting on the back seat, I realized, oh no, my skirt is too short. My thighs are completely exposed when I straddle the back. To sit steadily on the motorcycle, I have to spread my legs wider, but the skirt is so narrow that to sit properly, it has to be lifted up a bit. Oh well, the skirt being so short means I'm not afraid of people seeing. I'm sitting on the motorcycle, and even if people see me, they can't do anything to me. At most, they can only glance at me a few times. It won't hurt me.

"Hey, hold on tight, I'm going to ride faster!" he said to me through his helmet.

"Ah!" I screamed softly, startled by the sudden movement that threw me backward. I quickly pulled myself back and instinctively grabbed him, still sweating.



It suddenly dawned on me! This guy was doing this on purpose, wasn't he? Why was he riding so fast if he wasn't in a hurry? He probably wanted me to hug him. Perfect timing! I wrapped my arms around his waist, not too tight, not too loose, resting my head against his back.

He rode faster and faster, and I had to hold on tighter. Wait a minute! Wasn't this blatant groping a bit too obvious?

Oh, I forgot to mention our destination. Summer is almost over, and we thought we'd go to Kenting to play in the water. It's not cold now, but the morning sun isn't too strong either, making it the perfect time for swimming. Of course, there was a reason we chose a beach in Kenting. I'd been there before with friends, and there was a hotel with really good service; the owner was handsome! Don't get me wrong, I'm not having an affair with the owner; we've just become good friends again.

He was riding very fast, and just as I was almost asleep against his back, he stopped.

"Hey, which way do I go? I don't know where the hotel is. Can you show me the way?"

"Okay, I'll ride from here. Don't worry, I can ride a motorcycle, and I've given rides before." I added, seeing his startled look. I don't like leading the way, especially since it's inconvenient for the rider, so naturally I took over.

Sitting on the front seat, oh no, this is a 150cc motorcycle! How am I supposed to ride it, being so small? And honestly, it's quite windy sitting in the front. My clothes are thin, so it's strange if I'm not cold.

"Do you have a jacket I can borrow?" I asked him when we stopped at a red light. "And your scooter is really big. Next time you stop at a traffic light, stick your feet down for support, I'm afraid it'll tip over."

He just smiled, and at the time I had no idea what he meant by smiling. I just thought he was laughing at how many problems I had with riding a scooter. Without thinking much of it, he gave me his jacket and let me put it on from the front. Hmm, it felt much better, and I was going a bit faster. Just as I was concentrating on finding my way, his hand slid over from behind. Huh? He's starting to get restless. I guess he thought the jacket was there to protect me, but then I realized I was overthinking it. He was just holding my waist.

I continued to find my way, but then his hand slowly moved, slipping inside my white sheer dress. I didn't think much of it, but I noticed he seemed to be testing my limits, glancing at me. At first, it was just normal, circling around my stomach. Haha, I could barely ride my motorcycle because it was so itchy, but he kept moving upwards while touching me. Oh, I started to get excited. Just as he touched the bottom edge of my bra, he seemed to have touched something else and moved his hand back down to my lower stomach. Oh dear, how awful! I really want him to touch me! I could almost feel my nipples hardening. I yelled at him, "Come on, hurry up!"

I continued to watch what he was going to do, silently riding my motorcycle. He did it again, slowly sliding up from my stomach. But this time it was different. He didn't move down after touching the bottom edge of my bra. I felt his fingertips break through the underwire of my bra and slip inside. I thought the show was about to start, but he just circled around the flesh below my nipples, pinching and rubbing them. I really wanted to stop the motorcycle and beg him to touch me without hesitation, but that would be a loss. I came here to seduce him, how did I end up being manipulated by him? He continued to touch my breasts, moving both hands outwards, but still refusing to touch my erect nipples, rubbing and pinching them in a wide circle.

Finally, he gripped my breast tightly with both hands. "Mmm~" I let out a soft moan from inside my helmet, my eyes unconsciously closing, my whole body going limp. But I was riding a motorcycle! I was terrified! I quickly rallied myself, feeling his sly smirk behind me. His hands held my breasts, his index fingers still busy, frantically circling my areolas. Oh, that's not what I want! I want you to touch the nipples, the middle, a little closer, a little closer with your fingers!

Of course, he didn't hear what I was thinking and continued to tease me. Suddenly, he let go of my hand. Hey, was he done playing around? He adjusted my bra, his hand still obediently around my waist.

Just in time, I found a hotel.

That bastard, wait till I get my hands on him.

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the car, that guy was completely calm, like nothing had happened. He even smiled at me. Oh my god, I almost fainted. That smile was terrifyingly seductive. I just wanted to rush to the room, pin him down on the bed, and make him have sex with me. Of course, I couldn't show it on my face. I smiled back at him, pretending nothing was wrong, ready to see when he'd slip up.

When I got to the checkout counter, I didn't see the handsome boss. Hmm, whatever, I wasn't here to see the boss anyway; I had important business to attend to!

Once in the room, I completely relaxed. Whether by bike or car, it was a bit of a long journey, and the bumpy ride on the motorcycle was quite tiring. I dropped my luggage and sprawled out on the bed, partly to relax, and partly to lie down in that position on purpose. I think he probably saw my slightly damp black thong and a little bit of pink flesh under my super short mini-skirt.

"Great, we've arrived in Kenting!" I pretended not to notice he was looking up my skirt.

"Yeah, want to go for a swim? The seawater is so refreshing!" Hmph, pretending to be friendly and wanting me to change into a bikini quickly, huh? Dream on!

"But I'm so tired, I've been riding for so long."

"Little girl, you dare to complain about being tired? You've only ridden this short distance in the city and you're already yelling like this, what about the long stretch ahead of me? I wasn't tired then either." He said, moving closer to me and resting his head on his hand.

"You're a guy, and who's the one who's been late all day and has to listen to me? It's already a miracle you didn't have to find the hotel." I straightened up and turned to face him, using my hands to support my head. The purpose of this position was that because my body was on the side, all my flesh would be squeezed to one side due to gravity. Even with a small chest, I could feel the cleavage, let alone with my half-cup bra, which made it feel like my breasts were about to burst out.

He seemed to notice, his eyes darting around, and his hands started to wander. His hand, which wasn't supporting his head, landed on my waist. "We're at the beach to swim, right? Listen to me, let's go change into our swimsuits." "Let's go?" No way, who wants to change swimsuits with you? "Otherwise, you change first, and then I'll go." "Okay, okay, whatever you say, Miss." He grabbed his beach shorts and ran into the bathroom. Beach shorts? Why isn't he wearing swim trunks? Aren't we going swimming? Oh, could it be that he's already hard and afraid it'll be too obvious, so he can only wear beach shorts? Haha! I chuckled to myself as I searched for a bikini in my duffel bag. I didn't

bring many clothes, but bikinis are quite hard to find because they have so little fabric. Ah, finally I saw it, a bright orange three-piece bikini. Both the top and the sexy little triangle at the bottom were tied up. Finally, he opened the door and came out. Wow, not bad physique! Although he didn't have those huge, muscular muscles, his lines were very defined, and you could even see the lines on his abs. Even though he was wearing beach shorts, he was still... so sexy! I was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.



"Hey, it's your turn." He finally reminded me, and I snapped out of my daze and quickly ran to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I realized I was blushing. So handsome! >＼＼＼< Ugh... After all, I'm still that screaming little girl, not a mature woman, and I can't resist this kind of handsome guy.

After changing in the bathroom, I realized I hadn't brought sunscreen! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! I poked my head out of the bathroom door. "Hey, do you have sunscreen?" I gave an awkward laugh.

"Ugh, you girls, you want to come to the beach but you're afraid of getting tanned, and you don't bring your own sunscreen." He muttered as he took sunscreen out of his bag and handed it to me.

"Thanks." I smiled shyly again.

"Want me to help you apply it?" he said as he handed it to me.

"No need!!" I snapped back to reality.

But then, realizing I couldn't reach my back with the sunscreen in the bathroom, I regretted it and opened the door again.

"Hey??? Can you help me?" I asked, looking embarrassed again.

"Ugh... women." He pushed open the door and came in with an impatient look, squeezing sunscreen into his hand. I had my back to him, letting him apply it to my back. His hands weren't thin; they were a bit rough, but for some reason, it felt wonderful to be touched like that, like an electric shock, making me feel completely intoxicated. He kept applying it, from my back to my waist, and from my waist to that area. I was completely immersed in the sensation of his hands, not even noticing that he had untied the knot on my back until he touched the lower edge of my breasts. I snapped out of it, frantically clutching my breasts and turning to stand up, but accidentally touched the showerhead switch. With a whoosh, water poured down.

"What are you so nervous about? I'm just applying sunscreen for you." He calmly turned the switch off, grabbed my shoulders, and made me sit down facing him again. This time, instead of going upwards, he went downwards, unbuttoning one side of my panties and running his hands over my buttocks, rubbing back and forth. Then he reached my waist. Since I was sitting, his touch went from my waist to my thighs, and between my thighs and abdomen, which is naturally the pubic area. I don't have much pubic hair, so it was easy for him to find that thin crevice. He first rubbed and rubbed my lower abdomen, as if playing with my pubic hair, and then gently stroked down from the crevice with his index finger. I was almost lying on top of him, but before he could touch the sensitive areas, he pushed me up.

"You've applied the sunscreen, okay?" He casually closed the cap.

"Okay." I knew I was going to blush again, so I quickly fastened my belt and followed him to the beach.

The beach was packed with people. It was so hot, the sand was scorching, and we splashed our feet into the seawater so fast it felt like it was steaming (just kidding, of course). There were many people on the beach and quite a few in the water too. I don't know what day it was, but everyone seemed to be out in Kenting. He went to the deeper part of the water first, then pulled me over. It was crowded, and I felt people grope me a couple of times, and someone even put their hand inside my pants. Being touched by a stranger still makes me feel uncomfortable. I quickly moved closer to him.

"What's wrong? Were you touched?" He noticed something was off and looked down to ask. I nodded, feeling him holding me tightly as we walked around in the water. Weren't we supposed to be swimming? Why were we walking around in the water? Hey, who's ever actually seen anyone swimming on the beach? Isn't it just about splashing around? I was in front, he was behind, his arms around me, it felt safe. Of course, the water was also a kind of cover. He seemed to be trying to slip his hand inside my bikini while the water was opaque. We stood with our backs to the crowd, as if we were watching the sea from the ocean. Actually, I had my eyes closed

, leaning against him, enjoying his caresses. This time, he directly placed both hands on my breasts, rubbing them vigorously. My buttocks were pressed tightly against the front of his beach shorts, and I could feel a hard object that excited me. My hand reached behind me, touching his penis through his beach shorts. So hard… “Do you like it?” he whispered in my ear, lowering his head. “Mmm…” “How about this?” He slipped one hand inside my panties, gently touching my clitoris with his index finger. "Mmm~" I couldn't help but moan. Through his pants, I gently stroked his hard penis with my hand. Even through the pants, I could easily feel the distinct umbrella shape of his glans. Although my hand was a little stuck, the hardness of his erection excited me so much that I wanted to dive underwater and suck it. Just as I was reveling in his caresses, he pulled his hand back, leaving me momentarily at a loss. I quickly took my hand out from behind his back, and he led me back to the hotel.

Finally, it's coming, isn't it? I've been waiting for so long. Now I've completely forgotten whether I was trying to seduce him or what; all I want is for him to fuck me hard with his penis. Back in the room, my feet were filthy from walking on the beach, and the seawater felt sticky and uncomfortable after drying. I went into the bathroom to rinse off quickly, took off my bikini and hung it by the bathtub. I stood under the showerhead, turned on the hot water, and tilted my head back to let the water run over my head. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door opening. Huh? Didn't I lock the door? But this was perfect. I pretended not to hear and continued showering, turning my back to the door, bending down, and squeezing the shower gel provided by the hotel into my hands. I didn't squat down, I bent over! I figured he, standing at the door, could already clearly see my pink, delicate vulva.

I splashed the shower gel on my chest and started rubbing my breasts with both hands. He came over, walked around me, squeezed some shower gel, and started washing my back from behind my neck. This felt a little different from sunscreen. Sunscreen feels a bit astringent, but shower gel felt smooth. I saw him lean against me, starting from my neck and making circles, extending to my shoulders, then my back, then my waist, and finally around my stomach, reaching my fair, pink breasts. The shower gel felt incredibly gentle and smooth. I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest, while his hands moved from under my armpits to the front, kneading my nipples. "Wow, the last two times your bikini was either covered by your coat or it wasn't convenient to flip it up. Look at those perky pink nipples, your little sister really wants them, doesn't she?" "Mmm~" I hummed in response.

He continued rubbing my right breast with his left hand, while his right hand touched my pubic area, lingering there before slowly moving his hand further inside. I pressed against his body, his erect penis pressing against my buttocks from behind, rubbing back and forth, causing my juices to flow continuously. "Oh dear, is this shower gel or my vaginal fluid? How come so much has flowed down my thighs?" "Oh dear, it's all your fault." I opened my eyes, raised my head, and glared at him. He pressed his lips against mine, his warm tongue relentlessly attacking my mouth, and I responded passionately. My instinctive reaction was to slightly spread my legs, allowing his hands to penetrate deeper and properly caress my eager vulva and clitoris. His left hand continued to rub my breasts.

Because of my slightly parted legs, his penis, which had been rubbing against my buttocks, now pressed against my vulva. He continued to rock his hips, rubbing his penis against my constantly wet vulva, making soft, sizzling sounds. "Mmm~" His right hand was still rubbing my clitoris, and I felt so comfortable I almost fainted. My whole body began to stiffen, and a strong sensation traveled from his fingertips through my clitoris. "Mmm~ Brother, don't do that anymore, I can't take it anymore." He didn't reply, but stopped rocking his hips. "You don't want it anymore? Then I won't do it." He smiled slyly, stopping all his movements. I was suddenly at a loss for what to do. What kind of guy would stop so easily? "Ouch???" Just as I was about to continue complaining, his waist straightened slightly. His

large, umbrella-shaped glans entered my opening, which was waiting for him to enter. My words were still in my throat, but they were swallowed by this wave of tingling. My whole body went limp. "Oh~" I hummed, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I knew he was watching my reaction with wide eyes, but I couldn't care less. "Huh? You're moaning so sweetly, do you want it or not?" "Ouch," I snapped out of my daze, not knowing how to answer him, when he pushed in a little more. *Plop* *Sizzle* "Ahhhhh!" Although it had only been two or three weeks since we last had sex, my vagina still couldn't handle such a big penis. A burning sensation came from below, but I loved it. "Why are you moaning like this after it's only gone in a little bit? You usually seem so innocent and cute, I didn't expect you to enjoy this feeling, huh?" Hearing him say that, I blushed unconsciously again.

While he was talking, his hands were busy rubbing my breasts. "Come on, if you want it, just beg me, and I'll make you feel really good." "No??? I don't care." I retorted, but I desperately wanted him to fuck me hard, but begging him like this would be too disrespectful. "Oh? So proud. But I'm not. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. Now that I have the chance, even if you don't want it today, I'm going to fuck you hard." After saying that, he grabbed my waist and started thrusting in and out. "Ah... Ah ah ah... Ah~ Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Ah... Ah~" So comfortable. Although technique is important, a larger size makes all the difference. Sizzle... Sizzle... Sizzle... Sizzle... My secret place is welcoming his big cock, happily making lewd sizzling sounds. Ah... Ah... Ah... So comfortable, so good. Keep going like this! But, wait a minute, when I touched it with my hand, the size wasn't this small. Why doesn't it feel deep at all? I was about to turn around to look when, unexpectedly, he grabbed my buttocks and pushed me forward forcefully. Sizzle... "Ah... Ah..." My legs went weak, and I almost knelt on the bathroom floor.

"Oh dear, how can you do this with your legs so weak?" he said with a lewd grin. So that's what he was doing earlier, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Ah, that feeling is truly unforgettable. The burning sensation of such a large penis entering was completely different, coupled with my wetness flowing down my thighs from my secret place, it was so comfortable that I moaned without a care for my image. Ah, but then he stopped moving. "Brother's tired, let's stop here for today." "Huh? What's wrong with you???" I turned around and looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would continue to fuck me with his big penis. He just smiled, turned me to face him, and picked me up. I lay on his shoulder, my two white breasts pressed against his dark, muscular chest, bouncing rhythmically with the movement of his body.

He walked to the bedside and gently placed me on it, straddling me. I could feel his sexy pubic bone and the throbbing penis between his legs that was driving me wild with desire. He cupped my breasts in his hands and began to tease my nipples with his mouth and tongue, first taking them entirely into his mouth and gently licking them with his tongue, then lightly biting them with his teeth. "Ah???" I couldn't take the stimulation and moaned softly, "Mmm~ so good." He sucked on one nipple while kneading the other breast with his other hand. I closed my eyes and instinctively writhed my body, "So good, mmm~ mmm~" He spread one leg up and placed my legs on his waist, thus spreading my legs apart. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me up, placing me astride his thighs. His glans pressed against my vagina. He held me, rocking his waist, closed his eyes, and took my mouth into his. I pressed my erect nipples against his chest, swaying in rhythm with his movements. Suddenly, he thrust forcefully, his entire penis plunging into my vagina without warning. *Plop! Sizzle!* It went in deeply. "Ahhhhh!" I threw my head back. He gripped my waist and began thrusting up and down.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...um...um...um...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." My breasts swayed wildly up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. "Ah...so...comfortable...brother...you're so...amazing...so...comfortable..." He stopped again as his penis penetrated deeper. "Say you love me, and that I want you to fuck me like this every single day, every moment, or I won't continue." He looked at me, looking very serious. My hands were still around his neck. I lowered my head, embarrassed. Please, how could I say such things? He lifted my face with his hand, forcing me to look at him. "Say it!" He swayed his hips and thrust into me forcefully. "Ahhh, I love you, brother, I love you the most. I want you to do this to me every day." I couldn't stand the tingling sensation and said it with a gamble.

"Oh? With such a beautiful woman and such a wonderful hole in front of me, how can I refuse?" He pushed me down on the bed and started thrusting wildly. "Ah~ Ah??? Ah??? Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm??? Hmm?? Hmm~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Hmm~ Ah??? So comfortable~ Kawasaki brother~ So~ Amazing~~" His hands were still holding my breasts, thrusting and rubbing them violently, "Ah~ Ah?? Hmm~ Brother?? Ah ah~ Ah~ Ah??? Oh~ Oh~" He slowed down, bending my legs up and pressing them against his body. He grabbed my calves, so that not only my lower body, but even my anus was clearly visible. "Wow, my little sister's hole is so beautiful. I'm so sorry for being so rough just now," he said, lowering his head and taking my entire hole into his mouth. "Oh~" He sucked with great relish, as if it were something delicious, making slurping sounds. His tongue, without even entering my vagina, circled around, licking my clitoris. Then, he knelt before the bed, poised to strike, adjusting his penis to the right position, pressing it against my opening, and finally, he pressed himself against me, thrusting his penis deep inside. *Plop* *Sizzle* "Ah~~" I moaned, a slight smile playing on my lips. He didn't disappoint, thrusting violently into my vagina. "Mmm ...

Then he got up, lay down on the bed, and gestured for me to sit on him. I started from his feet, slowly crawling towards him, rubbing my body against him as I went, until I was sitting on his stomach, then sticking my butt out and backing down, just touching the head of his penis. "Good girl," he said, touching my face, urging me to sit on him quickly. I leaned in and kissed him, while he touched my face with one hand and my breast with the other. Slowly, I sat down, enjoying the deep yet slow penetration. "Mmm~" My head tilted back, it felt so good. This position gave me a different kind of tingling sensation, and I sat on him, trembling with pleasure. He closed his eyes slightly, placed his hands on my buttocks, and hummed softly, "Oh oh oh," "Mmm~" This feeling is so good. "Deeper, little sister~ Good girl, deeper~" He was so intoxicated by the pleasure of my vagina rubbing against his penis. I swayed up and down, and then back and forth like riding a horse, letting his penis churn inside my vagina. "Oh??? Oh~ Mmm??? Mmm~ So good??? Oh~ Brother kawasaki???" I could only breathe, because it felt so good that I couldn't pronounce any words clearly, "Oh oh oh~"

"I... I originally wanted to test you on purpose..." I said between swaying and panting. "Test what?" He opened his eyes, but his hands were still gripping my buttocks tightly. "Didn't you say we were the kind of best friends who could sleep in the same bed and nothing would happen between us? How come it seems like more than just a little something special happened between us now?" "Oh, you little rascal, you actually plotted against me like this! Looks like I'd have to punish you severely!" He pushed me up, making me lie face down, then grabbed my waist and thrust hard into me from behind, slap! slap slap slap slap slap slap! !!! My juices were still flowing

uncontrollably . "Ah~ Ahh ... He thrust recklessly. "Ah... Ah... Brother... Hmm... Hmm... I can't... I can't take it anymore, ahhh..." The lewd moans and the slapping sounds of his thrusts seemed to excite him even more, his speed and force increasing only. "Ah... Ahhh... I'm going to come... I'm going to come! Ah... Ahhh... Hmm... Hmm... Oh... Oh oh... Ahhhh..." Suddenly, my whole body stiffened, my hands went limp, and my buttocks were still sticking up high. He wasn't finished, desperately continuing to thrust and pump. Slap slap slap slap! "Is that all? Brother isn't done yet!" "Mmm~ No more~ I don't want it anymore~" "Didn't someone say they wanted to test me? How was the test?" "Mmm... mmm~ mmm~ mmm~ Brother is so... amazing~" Finally, he stopped talking and thrust in hard, each time going all the way in. "Ah~ ah~ ah... mmm... brother~ mmm... mmm~ so comfortable~" Finally, I heard his moans. "Mmm~" Then he sighed, closed his eyes, raised his head, and a large amount of hot semen spurted from his trembling penis. "Ah~" I cried out, and he withdrew again, then thrust in violently again, "Oh~" another stream of semen shot out.

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