The Female Doctor Burning with Desire (Urban Life Adult Novel)

Li is a young female internist I know. She is not very beautiful, but she is pretty.

She is 1.63 meters tall, with long black hair that is always tied in a ponytail and falls down her back. She has very long eyelashes, and her eyes are not big, but double brows. When she smiles and squints her eyes, you can see two shallow dimples. If you smile, you will see two very charming little canine teeth. The teeth are very white and clean. She likes to wear skirts, and I started paying attention to her a long time ago because of her sexy look and her frequent changes of skirt makeup.

But she was not talkative and had basically no habit of chatting with people. She usually went back to her rented apartment after get off work. I had always had no chance to meet her. Three years ago in the summer, she was in the outpatient clinic early in the morning. I came to ask her a question about a patient entrusted by a friend of a friend.

I still remember that day, there were not many patients and they all had appointments to see specialists, so she was the only one in the clinic. She tied her hair into a ponytail, put a little light lipstick on her lips, and sat there reading a book. She wore a blue and white dress under her white shirt, the hem of which could not be seen, flesh-colored stockings, and a pair of red sandals on her feet.

I coughed lightly, she raised her head, smiled politely and asked, "Is there anything wrong?" I told him what happened and as I spoke I pulled up a stool and sat down. After she answered the questions, I didn't want to leave, so I chatted with her about this and that. I asked her where she lived, and she smiled and said, "In ** Apartment." I said, "Then how can I contact you if I need your help with something?" She told me the address in detail, and I memorized it in my heart. Later I asked, "Where does your boyfriend work?" "I don't have a boyfriend yet," she replied.

At that time, I suddenly had an idea and said, "Don't you have to go to work in the afternoon? Then what did you do?" She thought for a while and said, "Reading in the house!" I crawled along her neck to her head and said, "I'm fine, how about I go to play with you?" She thought about it and said, "That's not a good idea. I don't have any hobbies! Forget it!" Later, I was really unwilling to give up, so I said shamelessly, "It's okay, I can come to your place, how about we chat!" Seeing that I was not going to give up, she replied politely, "Okay! Let's talk about it when we have a chance!" I was planning to say something else, but at this time a patient came over, so I stood up, turned around and said, "Wait for me at noon!" She didn't answer, so I had to leave in disappointment.

After lunch, the weather was very hot, so I washed my whole body with shower gel, sprayed some cologne, bought a big pineapple, and took a taxi to find her. The apartment she mentioned was very easy to find, and there was a very conspicuous sign where she lived, so it was easy to find her dormitory.

I went up 5 floors and arrived at the door. I saw some underwear hanging on the wire at the door. There was a bright red bra and panties, which were very sexy. I thought at the time that if she wore them, from the style of the underwear, I could conclude that although she was a very introverted person, she was quite hungry. Moreover, according to my experience, such women are very powerful once they explode.

In fact, she was very hesitant at that time. After all, she gave everyone the impression of being cold and aloof. No one wanted to be friends with her because she simply didn't like to communicate with others. So many people don't know her very well.

Of course, this means there is less negative news about her. As for introverts, my understanding is that, as long as they are not homosexual, they also have emotions and desires, and they also desire passion. It’s just that they are always afraid of a certain power and afraid that their inner world will be understood by ordinary people, so we just need the key to open the door to their hearts.

You can easily get their hearts, and their common weakness is that if you get their hearts, it is easy to get their bodies, and these are also what we desire in the hope of becoming their confidants. Think of this. I cleared my throat and knocked on the door gently. "Who is it?" Her sweet voice came from the door. "Me!" After answering subconsciously, I felt stupid. After all, we had only spoken once this morning, so how could she possibly recognize my voice?

She didn't ask any more questions and opened the door. Maybe she had just taken a shower, she changed into a pink pajamas and wore a pair of red slippers. She was not wearing stockings, and her legs looked very white. Her hair was wet and scattered on her body, and her clothes were soaked. She wiped her hair with a towel and looked at me in surprise. "Why are you here? Is there something wrong?" It seemed that she was not very welcome to me as an uninvited guest. This was a critical moment. If I didn't agree with her, I might not be able to get in and would be in trouble. So, I coughed gently, smiled and said in the softest voice possible, "It's nothing. It's just that when I was going to bed, I suddenly remembered that I had an agreement with you that I haven't fulfilled. I tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. Then I thought that I was a man and I couldn't go back on my word, don't you think?" I thought to myself at the time that the key to success or failure depended on whether she would let me in or not, so I had to be as disgusting as possible and say some classic and corny words that could touch her. But she didn't appreciate it. She just smiled faintly and said, "Okay, now you've been here and done your job. You can go back and rest!" I almost vomited blood when I heard that. But even though my blood was boiling, I remained calm and said in a kind and gentle voice, "No way! To show my sincerity, I walked a long way here and climbed 5 floors. Now I'm tired and thirsty. The weather is so hot that I feel a little exhausted. You can't just stand by and watch me die! I just need to rest and drink some water and then I'll leave, okay?" When communicating with women, your wording is very critical. Here I used "can you" instead of the commonly used "is that right?" There is a qualitative difference. This is also what I learned when doing social surveys in college. I didn't expect that I would use it to pick up girls. hehe!

It seemed she couldn't refuse, so she had to let me in with a helpless look on her face. The room is not big, with a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom. Just as I imagined. I casually handed her the big pineapple, and she took it in her hand and looked at me in surprise. I faced her seriously: "I'm sorry, people in our community are too indifferent, so several nearby flower shops have closed down, and only the fruit shop is still open, so I could only buy this pineapple!" She burst out laughing, revealing her little canine teeth. "You are so funny!" she laughed. I saw that there was a chance, so I continued seriously: "Hey, girl, you can't let me stand like this! At least give me a fan so I can cool down first!" "Then please sit in the bedroom. The master's things are in the living room and haven't been moved out yet!" She said reluctantly.

So I went to her bedroom, opened the door, and the air conditioner was on. It was perfect. The small house is a few square meters in size, with pink paint on the walls. It seems that the owner is quite romantic. There was a large double bed with a cool mat and a thin pink towel blanket on it. Next to the bed was a dressing table with some cosmetics on it. There was a tape recorder on a small table in the corner with a few tapes next to it. In another corner was a clothes hanger with her clothes hanging on it. They looked quite fashionable.

Although the room is not big, it is quite tidy. She went to pour some water, and I sat on the bed, observing the layout of the room, looking for an entry point that could be used. She brought the water and placed it on the dressing table beside the bed. I was afraid of causing awkwardness by having nothing to say, so I asked, "Is my visit very sudden?" She pulled a stool and sat opposite me, combing her hair while answering, "Yes, I thought you were just talking casually, I didn't expect you to really come."

I chuckled, "You have to do what you promised to do! This is my creed in life. Not to mention that it's so hot today, if I were to see you, I would come as promised even if it rained knives from the sky! By the way, you have good taste. Your clothes are so fashionable. If I didn't know you were a doctor, I would have thought you were a white-collar worker in that company!" She smiled embarrassedly and blushed, like an apple in autumn, looking exceptionally charming.

"You are really good at talking! Those of mine are all cheap stuff! They are not high-end at all!" Anyone who has read Mr. Li Zongwu's "The Art of Thick Black" knows his two most classic tricks, "Meeting people will shorten your life" and "Meeting goods will make you richer". I always use them on everyone I meet, and they always work. Besides, no matter how many holes there are, flattery will never fail! I continued to pat her, "No way, you are a girl with taste. There are not many people like you now. Most women are too impetuous! You are very steady and seem to have a lot of connotation!" I don't know if I said it too bluntly, she just smiled faintly, looked up at me and said, "You are really good at talking. I am neither beautiful nor talkative! Stop flattering me!" I continued with a smile, staring into her eyes as much as possible, and slowly said, "A woman doesn't have to be very beautiful. Although you are not beautiful, your temperament is insurmountable by most girls. This is your advantage!" She seemed to think that there would be problems if she continued the conversation like this, so she changed the subject and said, "If you don't sleep at noon, won't you feel sleepy in the afternoon? I sleep at noon every day!" Damn, after hearing her words, my mood suddenly turned cold. This is the most challenging time. If I can't grasp it well, all my efforts will be wasted.

I didn't answer and pretended not to understand what she meant. I just continued to stare into her eyes and said, "Have you ever had a boyfriend? A girl like you must have had a lot of guys chasing you in college!" She stopped combing her hair and slowly drank water from the cup. "I don't like having a boyfriend. It's tiring! It's so comfortable to be alone!" I don't know if I was thirsty, but I drank the water in the cup in one gulp. Then he said, "No, actually two people are only happy when they are together. After all, God created another person because he was afraid that one person would be lonely!

Therefore, a woman without a man or a man without a woman will feel lonely and isolated, especially at night. Sometimes, lying in bed alone, they feel particularly lonely and always want to have someone around to talk to! "This sentence seemed to touch her. She lowered her head and said, "People depend on fate. When you haven't met, you can't force it!" I raised the cup and shook it towards her and said, "The cup is big and the water is little. Can you give it again?" She smiled and stood up and said, "Can't you just say it nicely!" At this moment, an idea suddenly came to my mind, so I said, "Give me a cup of hot water. The heat will quench your thirst." She walked to my side with the cup and handed it to me, "Here you go, drink it!" I took it with my hand, but deliberately didn't hold it tightly, and it slipped from her hand and spilled on my pants. It was indeed very hot, but a little impatience can ruin a big plan. In order to get her, I endured it, "Ah!" I deliberately screamed and jumped up. She hurriedly said sorry, grabbed the tissue on the table and wiped it for me. I also pretended to wipe it in a hurry, "It must be burned?" she asked.

I looked innocent and said with a sly smile, "It's okay. By the way, do you have salt?" "Yes, why do you need salt?" I laughed, "Maybe it's overcooked. Dip it in salt and eat it while it's hot!" She laughed after hearing that, showing two rows of white teeth, and stretched out a hand to hit me. I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms, and grabbed her hand from behind her neck with my right hand. She rested her head on my arm, and her long hair fell like a waterfall. Her left hand grabbed the other hand. She struggled, and I held her tightly. She glared at me, as if she was about to get angry. I quickly lowered my head and sealed her mouth with my mouth, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She screamed "Um, um", and clenched her teeth together to stop my progress. I tried to push her teeth open with my tongue and entangled my tongue with hers.

She suddenly bit my tongue. I opened my mouth in pain. She raised her head but couldn't break free from my hand. She gasped and said, "Don't do this. We are not familiar with each other, and I..." This moment is very critical. If I want to succeed, I must say extremely disgusting and corny words to keep her heart rate at 120 beats/
It is best to make her brain hot, and it is best to leave her no time to think. This is the key to success or failure. I hope everyone will remember this.

"What does it matter? It only takes one minute to fall in love with someone, but we've been together for 30 minutes. I don't deny that I have liked you for 30 minutes. Be good, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, just close your eyes!" After saying that, my mouth was pressed tightly against hers.

Her struggle seemed to have lost its strength. I used all my kissing skills and gently entangled my tongue with hers. She cooperated with me clumsily. Although clumsy, I could see that she was also passionate because she was already making a humming sound. I thought to myself, oh my God! It’s the best! I kissed her neck gently and licked her skin with the tip of my tongue from time to time. Every time my tongue touched her delicate skin, she would cry out softly. Her struggle became a decoration, so my hands had more space.

I licked her ear gently with the tip of my tongue. She closed her eyes, hunched her neck and hummed softly, while she reached out her hand and touched me aimlessly. This made me even more excited. I hugged her from the front and slowly moved my hand to her chest. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were very firm and well developed. Her nipples felt big through her clothes. I touched her nipples with my fingertips through her silky clothes. Her voice became louder. I pinched her breasts with my hands. They felt very firm and elastic.

I was shocked at the time, thinking that she might be a virgin. If an introverted girl's virginity was lost, and she had remained virgin for N years, she would most likely become entangled and go to extremes. But at that time I was so bold and lustful that I didn't care about much else.

While kissing her passionately, I rubbed her nipples. Since her nipples are very big, I wanted to pinch them hard, but I was afraid that it would affect the atmosphere because if it hurts her, she will have the idea of ​​rejecting me. But I couldn't stop the idea, so I rubbed her nipples hard with my hands. Who knew, when I pinched her, she screamed, as if she was enjoying it very much, and she murmured, "Harder, ah, harder!" According to her wishes, I rubbed her nipples hard, lowered my head, licked the other nipple with my tongue through her clothes, and after licking it a few times, I bit the middle of the nipple with my teeth and continued to apply force. Her screams gradually became louder, like a climax. With my other hand, I reached under the hem of her skirt and touched her thighs. She moaned, leaned her head on my shoulder, twisted her body constantly, and made a humming sound from her mouth.

I touched her panties. They were made of silk and felt very smooth. The panties were a little wet and sticky at the position of her vagina. I gently rubbed her clitoris through her panties. Her screams became louder again, but her hands began to push my shoulders and her legs clamped together. I went in along the edge of her panties, but could not touch her vagina, and was about to force her legs apart.

She suddenly raised her head, and although her eyes were filled with desire and confusion, she pushed me away with her hand, muttering, "Don't do this, don't touch here! Stop it, let's not go on!" Her hypocritical confession was a last-ditch effort against my actions. I gently held her in my arms again and said nothing, because any language is pale and powerless in the face of passion.

I picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. She didn't say a word. When I tried to break free from her arms around my neck and continue, she held on to me. I gently separated her hands and took off her shoes. She had small feet with pink nail polish on her nails. I grabbed her feet and kissed them, licking gently between her toes with my tongue. She was twitching weakly, and I licked her slowly. I put one hand on the inside of her thigh and stroked it, while my tongue licked down her thigh to her panties. It was made of bright red satin, very smooth. Through the panties, I could clearly feel the position of her vagina with the tip of my tongue. It was already wet, so there was a salty taste on the panties. With the tip of my tongue, I could feel a smooth and exposed pearl-like thing on the labia minora.

I lifted her skirt up, revealing her breasts. Her breasts were very big, and her pink nipples were very conspicuous. Her breasts were very firm. I sucked on her nipples slowly with my tongue, biting them with my teeth from time to time. Every time I did this, she would let out a sound of enjoyment. She didn't say anything, but just closed her eyes, grabbed the towel blanket on the bed with both hands, and pulled my hair from time to time.

I gently pulled down her panties, and found that her pubic hair was very regular and neat, not of varying lengths like that of other girls. I was surprised to spread her legs, and found that there was no hair at all on her pubic area. Because her skin was very white, her pubic area looked very conspicuous, and it was light brown in color. I looked at all this in surprise, and I could tell that it had been trimmed.

But without asking any more questions, her labia minora were tightly closed together, and I used my hands to separate them, revealing a complete hymen that was clearly visible. Moreover, a lot of turbid and whitish liquid was flowing out of the hymen. Seeing this, I felt my head getting hot and I almost fainted. The clitoris is not small and is exposed, embedded there like a pearl. I licked the clitoris with the tip of my tongue... I licked it gently with the tip of my tongue at first, and then I rubbed it with my entire tongue like a washboard. I couldn't see her expression, but I could hear her screaming very loudly, and a little hoarsely. She clamped her legs together tightly, and I propped her legs up with my hands. She opened her eyes and shouted in a hazy and lingering voice: "Fuck me, I can't stand it anymore! Hurry up..." I felt the time was ripe, so I took off my pants, my cock was ready to go, I climbed on top of her, held her legs with my arms, exposed her vagina, and aimed at the hole, "It may hurt a little, don't be nervous! I'll be careful!" I dipped my cock in some vaginal fluid on the opening of the vagina, spread it evenly with my hand, then pressed against the opening of the vagina, and slowly inserted it. After feeling resistance, I pushed my butt hard, and she screamed "Ah!" and pinched my arm with her hands.

With a sense of breakthrough, I stabbed to the bottom and touched the core of the flower. She screamed "Ah!" again, and I could feel that the latter scream was because of comfort. Although there was a lot of water in the vagina, it was still very tight, and the cock felt very comfortable being clamped. I thrust slowly. The tightest part was the vaginal opening, which clamped the base of the cock. Every movement felt very comfortable. I started thrusting slowly, then gradually increased the speed, and her voice became louder.

When doing it, the hymen may still be a little painful, but "pain and pleasure" is a process that every woman has to go through. You can see the enjoyment from her face. I thrust hard, from "three shallow and one deep" to "nine shallow and one deep". As time went by and the speed increased, her moans gradually became louder, and I felt the secretions in her vagina increasing.

Maybe because she felt good, she squeezed it harder, and I suddenly felt like a volcano was about to erupt, so I quickly pulled it out. After taking a breath, she thought I was going to ejaculate, so she twisted her body and said, "Don't ejaculate, I want more, I want more!" Thinking about her cold appearance and serious behavior, and then looking at her aloofness an hour ago, and the blood on the mat an hour later, I was filled with thoughts. I really didn't expect that she would be such different people on the ground and on the bed. It was obvious that with a little training, she would be a stunning beauty.

But I always have to satisfy her first and make her feel good. If I can't satisfy her, it will be very difficult to have sex with her again in the future. So I smiled and said to her, "I didn't ejaculate, just my leg cramp. How about this, you kneel on the bed!" She got up and saw the blood on the mat. She choked for a moment and didn't say anything. I was afraid that she would be reminded of the scene, so I grabbed the pillowcase and wiped the blood clean. Seeing me do all this, she didn't react and turned around and knelt on the bed.

I stood on the ground and first wiped the blood on her vagina and buttocks with a pillowcase, and wiped the love juice and blood on my cock, then aimed at the hole again. I felt that the volcano had been suppressed, so I took a deep breath, and after "counting down for 3 seconds", I inserted it in all at once. She screamed "ah"... Her bed was at the right height, so I put one leg on the bed, hugged her buttocks and waist from both sides, and thrust hard, reaching the core of her flower with every thrust. She screamed loudly, and I was very excited to hear that, so she started to thrust madly. Because I felt that she was behaving a bit like a masochist, I tentatively slapped her butt with my hand. Every time I slapped her, she twisted her body. I knew I was right. I pounded her flower core hard while slapping her big butt hard.

With the sound of "pa, pa", many red palm prints were left on the snow-white buttocks. Maybe she felt very stimulated. She seemed very excited and suddenly increased the speed of her moaning. Then she screamed "ah, ah, ah" a few times, then lowered her head and supported the bed with her hands and stopped moving. I knew she had an orgasm. Pull out your dick.

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It started again. Although she was still not new to it, it seemed that she was trying very hard. I pinched her nipples with my hands, and she held my dick in her mouth and sucked it hard. At the same time, she pinched my nipples gently with her hands. It felt good. After a few minutes, the volcano began to stir again. A wave of pleasure gushed out from the bottom to the top. She might have felt like there was something in her mouth that she wanted to spit out. "Don't stop, hurry up, hurry up!" I was about to collapse. She was obedient and didn't spit it out. Her head kept moving up and down, and streams of semen spurted out.

"Ah! Alright!" I said with a long breath.

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Later, after the second time, she lay in my arms, asked my name and asked if I had a girlfriend. When I told her that I had a girlfriend, she was silent for a while, but after training, I told her that the enjoyment of life is sex and that I can bring her pleasure, and she stopped asking any more questions after hearing that.

She told me that she liked to masturbate and that this is how she shaved her pubic hair. She also asked me if I liked it, and of course I did.