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It was the winter of 1997. I was standing at a train station in a southern city. It was a border city that had not become popular with the reform and opening up. Many people were still looking for different ways out. It was the capital of a provincial city, not very prosperous, but not very backward either.
Cars were driving around us non-stop. My girlfriend and I were going back to her mother's county. Since it was our first time meeting, we were carrying so many bags that we felt very heavy. I am an employee of an advertising company. My girlfriend is still in school, but her mother already knows that she and I are in a relationship, so she insists that we go back and meet during New Year's Day. Look at what my future son-in-law looks like.
I went to buy two sleeper bus tickets. It takes seven hours to get to the county, which seems like a long journey. We finally got on the bus following the crowded crowd and put our bags away. Our seats were in the middle of the bus, on the upper bunk. Because it was close to the Spring Festival, there were a lot of people. The whole carriage was full and filled with various smells. I let my girlfriend sleep by the window and I slept on the aisle side. My girlfriend is pretty and fair-skinned. She is the type that looks very quiet. The reason why I pursued her was that I liked her gentle and fragile look. In fact, after getting to know her, I found out that she is a typical person who is as cold as ice on the outside but as hot as fire on the inside. Soft on the outside, strong on the inside.
Two cars
The car slowly left the station and drove hard in the crowded city traffic. I looked around boredly. There was a young couple sleeping on the bed opposite us. The man was about 30 years old and the woman was about 27 or 28. She had a plump breast, maybe she had just given birth. She had a beautiful face and curved eyebrows, which were particularly eye-catching. She was a young woman, and she looked like she was from a county. She was not dressed very well. We were on a 4 p.m. bus and it was winter, so it got dark quickly. Outside the bus window was a pitch-black night sky, with dim street lights occasionally shining in, illuminating the tired faces of the people in the bus, making us feel the cold of winter even more.
My girlfriend and I didn't dare cover ourselves with the blanket in the car for fear of getting it dirty. So I took off my coat and covered both of us with it. My girlfriend hugged me tightly and talked about some of her childhood memories. Before we knew it, the car had been driving for four hours, with people constantly getting on and off the bus. Soon the aisles of the carriage were filled with people's luggage, making it impossible to move around. It was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. My girlfriend was fast asleep next to me. I was half asleep when I got on the bus, so I couldn't fall asleep. Most of the people in the bus were silent, with only the monotonous sound of the car driving.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a low gasp, like someone feeling unwell. The sound came from the bunk opposite. I turned around and saw, in the dim light that was passing by, the couple on the bunk opposite were sleeping on their side. They were just the opposite of us, with the woman sleeping outside and the man inside. I was very surprised because the woman had a strange expression, her brows were furrowed, her mouth was trembling slightly, and the wheezing sound came from her mouth. Her whole body was curled up like a shrimp, her hands were tightly grasping the quilt, and her body was shaking. I saw that she seemed to be in pain, and she bit her mouth with her teeth from time to time, and panted softly, as if she was afraid of being heard. I'm surprised. Are you afraid of people knowing that you're sick? ? ? Can you hold it in like this? ? ? So I observed more carefully.
Three sneak peeks
The woman pulled the quilt tightly to her chest with her hands, her eyes closed, and the quilt covering her body seemed to be shaking slightly. I wondered if she was cold. At this moment, the street lamp happened to cover her face, and I saw dense beads of sweat on her face. Her mouth was slightly open, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. Her nostrils were slightly dilated, and her heavy breath almost sprayed to the other side; even I could feel it a little. Her skin color is not as white as my girlfriend's, and you can see that she has light makeup on her face. My girlfriend moved beside me, looked up and asked me what time it was. When I saw she woke up, I told her, "Look, the woman opposite looks so strange. She seems to be sick and in pain." My girlfriend took a look, then lowered her head and covered her mouth with her hands, laughing secretly. I asked, what are you laughing at? My girlfriend whispered, "They are doing something." I was even more confused. Doing business? ? ?
At this time, my girlfriend's hand secretly reached into my crotch under her coat and rubbed it gently. In an instant, I understood. Oh~ I see. My girlfriend rested her head on my chest and stared at the woman in the opposite bed with me. With one hand, she unzipped my pants, took out my little brother, and twisted it gently with her thumb. I lay on my back, with my right hand around my girlfriend's slender waist, and my left hand reaching into her coat, rubbing her breasts. My girlfriend’s breasts are not very big, but they are just big enough to hold in the hand. The woman opposite was breathing even more heavily at this time, and her hot breath hit her face directly. There was a smell of woman's sweat in the air, with a faint scent of powder. I saw the quilt on the woman's body rising and falling in a regular pattern, and my girlfriend's hand was stroking my brother again and again. My hand also moved all the way down and touched her vagina through her jeans. My girlfriend pressed her whole body up, clamped my hand tightly with her legs, and rubbed herself. I knew she couldn't help it, and said to her, "Are you thinking about it?" She nodded. I glanced at the aisle. There was no one, and everyone was sleeping soundly. I said, "Let me suck you." So she slowly unzipped her jeans under her coat and unbuttoned her pants. I put my fingers into her panties and dug gently. My girlfriend's hair was very dense. Although she was small, I often jokingly called her a juicer because she had a strong sexual desire. The secretion is a lot. Sometimes I wonder how can such a skinny person like her secrete so much water.
Soon, my fingers were covered with her mucus, and my girlfriend also held my ear with her mouth. Her body began to heat up, and I slowly shrunk my body under my coat. My girlfriend also shrunk her body and spread her legs slightly. I buried my head between her legs, stuck out my tongue, and licked the edge of her panties. Her secretions were getting more and more, and I pulled her panties aside with my hands and licked in the dark. My girlfriend squeezed my head desperately, and my mouth held a thin protrusion. Her face was covered with water, fishy, and the smell of a woman. My tongue went in and out of a mass of warm, soft flesh. My left hand reached into my girlfriend's clothes, rubbing her breasts hard, and my right hand grabbed her elastic buttocks. My girlfriend pushed her butt hard a few times, and a stream of salty water splashed on my face. She reached a climax. I lay down again, with my little brother standing tall. My girlfriend's hand was still tightly holding mine. She rested her face on my chest, breathing softly. There was a blush on her face and a satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth.
Four Romances
I said to my girlfriend, "Please help me too." She was really looking forward to it. It was her turn to bury her head between my legs, put my little brother in her mouth, and start her job. I rubbed her breasts with both hands while looking at the woman opposite. At this moment, the woman suddenly stopped shaking, but her brows were still frowned. She opened her eyes and looked into my eyes. Seeing that I was staring at her, she blushed and smiled at me embarrassedly. I also smiled at her and still looked at her. Her husband might have finished and turned his back to sleep. An idea came to my mind, and I nodded at the woman, meaning that she should look at me. The woman also noticed the strange bulge in my crotch, and it was moving up and down. In an instant, her eyes opened wider, and her body, which had just relaxed, curled up again.
My girlfriend was sucking my dick hard under her coat, licking my glans with the tip of her tongue. My dick was covered with her saliva. My hands were not idle either. I reached out my right hand to touch her vulva and inserted my middle finger into her little hole, digging left and right. My left hand gently twisted her nipples and I felt her nipples erect. The woman opposite was staring at me intently and started to eat while breathing softly. I looked at the aisles on both sides, and they were still quiet, so I bravely reached out my hand, gently lifted my coat a little bit, and said to my girlfriend, "Let me give you some air." In fact, I accidentally looked at the woman opposite. Sure enough, the woman put one hand back into the quilt, her eyes completely staring at the gap I opened, and her head stretched towards me, with a longing expression on her face. Then the woman's quilt moved quietly. I guess she might not have been satisfied just now and was masturbating now. Especially under such stimulation, the unfinished aftertaste needs to be vented. The woman's breathing gradually became heavier, and I felt the heat on my face again. My girlfriend below also increased the speed of her thrusting, and the ups and downs became more and more intense, but my brother was still standing tall. The light from outside occasionally shone through, and a trace of saliva flashed by. The shiny glans grew bigger and bigger, filling my girlfriend's mouth. Her pussy also gushed out a lot of water under my right hand, and my hands were covered with mucus. At this time, the woman opposite stretched her head further and further, and in order to observe my actions more clearly, she had already leaned half of her body out of the bunk, but she herself was unaware. I looked at her face getting closer and closer and couldn't help it anymore. I lifted my coat wider to let her see most of the action. My girlfriend's face was puffy because she was sucking my dick. Her hands were stroking my scrotum, her head was rising and falling, and she was moaning "hmmmm" from time to time. It might be because my dick went too deep and touched her throat.
What a wonderful picture it is, outside the dark night is speeding by, the cold wind is howling, but inside the car there is a spring scene. I am just accompanying my girlfriend back to visit relatives, but now my girlfriend is sucking my penis in the car, and there is a strange woman next to me watching me, ready to make a move. As my girlfriend continued to rise and fall, waves of pleasure came over her, and my glans jumped and ejaculated in her mouth. My girlfriend and I had had oral sex a long time ago, so she was very familiar with my semen and swallowed it without resistance. But I ejaculated too much and she couldn't swallow it all in one gulp. Some of it dripped down the corners of her mouth, forming a white line and dripping onto my pants. At this time, the breath of the woman opposite me became hotter, and it made my face itchy. It has a strong scent of powder. Since I don't like my girlfriend to wear makeup, I rarely smell the scent of women's powder. Now I am particularly sensitive to it. I saw that the woman's expression was painful again, and I knew that she must be in great pain. My husband fell asleep again, while I was watching others work hard. My girlfriend licked all the semen off my brother's penis, wiped it clean with a tissue, then lay down contentedly, hugged me, and slowly fell asleep again as the car swayed.
It was already past 10 o'clock, but I was not sleepy at all, because I saw the woman opposite me moving under the quilt again. Her face was facing me, her eyes half open and half closed, her mouth half open, her tongue slightly protruding and licking her mouth gently. I looked at her, and then looked around. It was quiet, everyone was fast asleep, so I made a bold move and reached out my hand. When she wasn't paying attention, I reached into her quilt. She was immediately startled and pushed my hand away with her hand, but I simply half stretched out my body to let my hand go deeper and touch her breasts. She refused for a moment, and then stopped moving, but she opened her eyes wide, looked around to see if no one was paying attention, and let go of the quilt. My hand went straight in. I pinched her breasts hard. By comparison, they were much larger than my girlfriend's, soft, and not elastic enough.
Through the layer of clothes, her bra was also very thin, made of cloth, unlike the ones in the city. She held my hand tightly, as if she was afraid. I ignored her and reached out my other hand, directly reaching down, and when I touched it, it was actually empty. It turned out that her panties had been pulled down to her knees, which showed that she had indeed been having sex with her husband. Her lower body was wet, and the pubic hair was fine, not many, and the mucus that flowed out had also stuck her pubic hair together. I inserted my finger into her vagina, which was wet, sticky, and hot, with many wrinkles. She leaned forward, wanting my finger to go deeper. I will try my best
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