Love Gone with the Wind (Adult novel adapted from anime)

Y is my ex-girlfriend, and the one I can’t let go of the most. We were high school classmates, but we disliked each other at school, so we basically had no interaction. But time changes everything.

The story begins on December 31, 2009.

In 2009, I was still in college, studying alone in China's economic center. You can imagine the financial pressure. At that time, I had no ambition to make progress and wasted my time playing games all day long. My good friend couldn't stand it anymore, so he helped me sign up for a part-time job so that I could go out and experience the hardships of life. He told me that he could earn 120 yuan a day by working part-time during the three days of New Year's Day. This is naturally a huge sum of money for me who only has 600 yuan a month for living expenses. So I agreed.

On the evening of the 31st, I had nothing to do after playing games all day, so I started chatting with my classmates in the high school QQ group. Because it was already very late, there was only me and another boy at the time. We had a pretty good relationship and we chatted casually.

At about 11:45, Y came and said, it’s so late, why aren’t you sleeping yet?

Even though she and I disliked each other in high school, it has been 3 or 4 years after all, and I am not a petty person. So I replied, you haven’t slept either. She said, I just came back from drinking, I drank too much and can’t sleep.

I thought to myself, I just came back from drinking so late, it seems that society is really a big melting pot. So I said, "Won't your husband scold you for going out to drink in the middle of the night?" She said, where did my husband come from? Because I repeated a year and studied for an undergraduate degree, while Y studied for a junior college, Y had already been working for a year at that time, and I subjectively felt that she was already married.

So I asked in surprise, you’re not married yet? She made an angry expression, saying that her boyfriend didn’t have any! I burst out laughing.

At this time, another male classmate said, "If you two want to chat, just chat by yourselves, don't chat in the group. I'm playing games here. Remind me every now and then." I sent a knocking emoji, and then said to Y, okay, sorry for disturbing others, let’s chat privately.

So we chatted alone, during which she told me that she worked in a public institution. [This article is reproduced from 1000novel.com] Today is the company's New Year party, and everyone is drinking happily, but it is really uncomfortable to drink too much. I told her not to drink too much in the future, as she is a young girl and what if something unexpected happens? She said it was okay, their leader was her relative, so there was no problem.

Since I basically get drunk as soon as I drink, I do have some experience. So I told her to drink more water, go to the toilet more often, eat something cold if necessary, and go to bed early. She said, I didn’t realize you were so caring. I joked with her and asked, "What's wrong? Are you interested?" …

In this way, we chatted until almost 1 o'clock in the morning, and we exchanged phone numbers. I told her, go to sleep, you drank alcohol, if you sleep late you will have a headache tomorrow. I will wish you a happy New Year tomorrow morning. She curled her lips and said, I don’t believe you can get up.

Because I have to work a part-time job tomorrow and have to get up at seven o'clock, so I told her confidently that I would wish you a happy New Year at half past seven. She smiled and said, Okay, I'll wait for you. Then we said goodbye to each other and turned off the phone.

Having said so much, I still haven’t introduced Y’s image: she is the type that is petite and cuddly, about 1.63 meters tall, with a decent figure, and is the plump type. When I was in high school, I only had two impressions of her: one was that she looked a lot like Cecilia Cheung, and the other was that she had really big breasts. At that time, I didn’t know what cup size and bust size were, but the only feeling I had was: it was not small!

The next morning, I got up on time at seven o'clock, packed my clothes, went to the bus stop, and looked at the time. It was around 7:25.

So I called Y. After receiving my call, she was still a little surprised: "You really got up so early?"

"Yes, didn't I say I would wish you a happy New Year~" I replied with a smile.

She asked doubtfully, "You got up so early just to wish me a happy new year?"

I didn't want to lie to her, so I said, "Haha, I didn't get up so early to wish you a happy new year. I have a part-time job today, so I have to get up early. But I'm really wishing you a happy new year, just by the way, haha."

"You dare to hit me?!" she said with a snort.

Because her nickname was Rabbit when she was in high school, I had forgotten about it. I touched my nose and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot."

She smiled and said, "Well, it seems you are still the same as before."

"What's the same?" I asked.

"Just as stupid!" She then started to giggle.

"That's because we are classmates. I don't want the atmosphere of society to taint the innocence of our classmates. If you say so, don't blame me for being ruthless!" I said jokingly.

"Tsk, you're still calling me brother? Little brother is more like that." She replied disdainfully, "Okay, I won't delay your work. I'm still in bed. I'll send you information when I get up."

"Well, you should lie down for a while. You drank too much yesterday, so you must feel uncomfortable today. Drink more water to sober up. I'm hanging up now. Bye!"

I hung up the phone, took the bus, and came to my part-time job.

In fact, in SH, part-time work is very easy and basically you don’t have to do anything. My job today is to be an intern shopping guide for Siemens Electrical Appliances. To put it simply, when the sales staff in our store are too busy, I will go and chat with customers and not let them leave. Once the sales staff are done, I will hand the job over to the sales staff. This is a fairly easy job, and my store is quite important, so I have a lot of sales staff.

So I just wandered around here and there with nothing to do, feeling quite bored. Around 10 a.m., my cell phone rang. When I opened it, it was a text message from Y, telling me that she had gotten up and was watching TV series.

I replied to her that my job was too boring. All I had to do was stand guard here for eight hours a day. It was too hard. She said, it’s such a good job, you can get 120 yuan for standing for 8 hours, if it were me, I would go every day. (She is not in SH, but in an industrial city in the north, where the salary standard is not high.)

I said, that won’t work either, it’s too boring, it would be fine if I could read a book or play games. She said, it’s okay, I’m free for these three days, I’ll chat with you. …We just chatted like this, and time really didn’t seem so unbearable.

But when I got home in the evening, I found that 10086 had sent me a message reminding me that I had sent the maximum number of text messages for my monthly subscription.

I was shocked at the time: since I got this card, I have received 160 text messages every month, and I have never used them up. Because I don’t have a girlfriend and my good friends are all in the same dormitory, so I basically receive 30 text messages every month. But today is only the 1st and I have already sent too many text messages, which makes me sigh.

The next day at work, in order not to be bored, I wanted to send her a text message, "Are you up, Rabbit?" After about 10 minutes, I didn't receive a reply, so I thought she hadn't gotten up yet. Then it started twisting left and right again.

Half an hour later, a text message came. I had gotten up early and drove to TJ to come here to play with my colleagues. I smiled and shook my head, and said jokingly, "You liar, you said yesterday that you were free for the next three days and would chat with me, but you abandoned me today."

She immediately replied to the message, I don’t have it, but I can still text you. I said, it's okay, I was just teasing you. I guess he went out with the person you love or someone who admires you, so I won't bother him anymore.

She replied, you are so funny, I asked a female colleague from my office to come here for shopping. It was just to escape the blind date conspiracy of my family. Where are those people you mentioned?

I thought about it and said jokingly, then tell your family that I have adopted you!

She said, come on, then why don’t your girlfriend chase you from SH? I can't beat him.

I replied with a wry smile, "How can I have a girlfriend? I'm a bachelor. If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn't have time to chat with you. I would have exploded long ago."

She said, “Yeah, that’s true, but I still don’t believe it. You’re at work, so she must not be here. It’s hard to say at night.”

I said, okay, I'll call you back on my landline tonight when I get home, and you'll know.

After work in the evening, I ate something and went back home. I shared a house with my classmates. There were 6 of us in total, 2 girls and 4 boys. I shared a room with a boy, and the other 4 were two couples.

"I'm home now. Do you want me to call you?" I sent her a text message.

She replied, I'm eating, give me your phone number and I'll call you later. So I sent my number, turned on my computer and started the WOW task. I was in the middle of a high pitched call when the phone rang. I was in the room with headphones on, so I didn't hear it.

A female classmate XX answered the phone, then came to our door, knocked on it and said, "Brother Bing, it's your call."

I quickly apologized to my teammates on YY and went out to answer the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hehe, you liar, I caught you!" Y's voice came from the phone.

I was stunned for a moment and said, "Caught? What did you catch?"

"Ha, you're still pretending." Her voice got louder. "You said you didn't have a girlfriend during the day, and I heard it when I just called in!"

I laughed out loud: "Forget it, that's my classmate, she has a boyfriend, don't make random guesses."

At this time, XX's boyfriend Tian Xiong came out of the room. He half guessed and half listened to the content of our phone call, and said loudly beside us: "Brother Bing, what's wrong? Did your sister-in-law misunderstand?"

I quickly said to him, "Don't talk nonsense, he is my classmate!"

"Hmph, just go ahead and act!" Y said half-coquettishly and half-seriously on the other end of the phone.

"This... I can't clear myself even if I jump into the Yellow River. How can it be like this when it never happened?" I said, "Tell me, you have misunderstood my reputation in this life. What can I do to make you believe it?"

Y thought for a while and said, "Call that girl over here."

I turned around and looked at Tian Xiong, and said, "Can I borrow your QQ for a while?"

He said, “What are you doing?”

I said, "Please ask her to get on the phone and explain."

"Okay, QQ, come out for a moment."

He shouted, and XX came out, saying as he walked away, "Hey, brother Bing, did my sister-in-law misunderstand me?"

I said, "Don't get me wrong, he's my classmate..."

Before he could finish, a quarrel broke out on the phone: "This morning you said you would take me in, but now you are denying your promise."

I quickly comforted Y and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, my classmate is out, let her talk to you."

"Hmph," Y said unhappily, "That's so embarrassing, no need..."

I let out a long sigh, but before I could say anything, I heard Y continue, "Call me dear in front of them!"

"Ah?" I was shocked. "Rabbit, this is a big joke!"

"Why, you don't want to?" I could tell Y was pretending to be angry, so I had to continue the farce: "Dear, do you believe it now?"

"Hehe," Y laughed and said, "Are you taking advantage of me?"

Tian Xiong looked at me in surprise, smiled lewdly, and went back to the room with XX. I was confused and depressed by what Y did, so I ignored him.

After talking to Y on the phone, it was almost 11 o'clock. Because I have to go to work the next day and it’s the last day left, I need to take advantage of the time to rest. On the morning of the 3rd, I got up on time at seven o'clock as usual. When I arrived at the workplace, before I had time to change into work clothes, a text message came on YD: "Honey, are you up yet?" I'm going to be late for work!

I smiled bitterly. After yesterday's inexplicable farce, Y and I reached an agreement. The general content was: I don't have a girlfriend now, and she doesn't have a boyfriend, so we will pretend to be a couple, and we are not in the same city. There is no need to worry about other problems. Once one of us has a real boyfriend or girlfriend, everything will end peacefully... So she is now very into the play and sending me messages like this.

"Lazy guy, I've already started working and you just woke up. By the time you call me to work, the opportunity will be gone." I replied.

"I am a girl, I won't be pretty if I don't get enough sleep, my husband will leave me."

…

We kept chatting like this, and our relationship was growing rapidly!

In a blink of an eye, the Spring Festival was approaching and I went back to my hometown for the holiday. After I told my family about this, they didn't have any objections. They just reminded me to be sensible in what I do. You can understand the meaning of this yourself. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I called Y and wished her a happy new year. During the call, Y actually suggested that I visit her during the holiday, as a trip. But her original words were: "Come over here and play, and let me see what you look like now, so that you won't become an ugly man. It would be a great loss for me, such a beautiful woman, to be with you." So I booked a train ticket for the fifth day of the Chinese New Year and came to her city.

Because it was winter, I wore a thick down jacket and came to a city further north than our hometown. As I walked out of the exit, I saw Y standing in the wind, looking at me with a smile. She was wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a handbag, looking like a professional white-collar worker.

I quickly walked over and gave her a hug. I could feel her body shaking slightly, I think she was excited. She was a little embarrassed, so she hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Hate it, there are so many people here."

I let go of her and took her hand. Her hand was very cold. She said, "Why are you afraid? I'm not hugging someone else's girlfriend!"

She laughed and said, "We finally met!"

I said, "That's a must. How can a couple not see each other?"

She pulled me forward and said, "Come on, I'll take you to where you'll live. My dormitory is too small and it's inside the company, so it's not very convenient. I can only rent a room for you." I smiled and said nothing.

She thought I was unhappy, so she quickly said, "I don't mean anything else, it's just that it's inconvenient for you to live in there."

I turned to look at her and said jokingly, "I didn't think much about it at first, but you reminded me of it and I started to think too much about it."

She looked up at me and saw that I was smiling. She knew I was joking and said coquettishly, "Hate!"

After 40 minutes of bumpy ride on the bus, we arrived at the room she rented for me. It is a hotel, actually it is a family's yard with three houses, each with three floors, and each floor has three rooms and a bathroom. After opening the door, I found that it was quite nice inside, like a suite. The outside was relatively small, like a living room, and there was a small shower room. Inside was a large room with a bed, wardrobe, TV, water dispenser and other daily appliances.

Looking around, I realized that she must have rented the house yesterday, because all the daily necessities in it were newly bought, and not the cheap items used in hotels. Shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush, cups, kettles, etc. were all neatly placed in the correct places, and the cups and pillows on the bed could be seen as her own at a glance, with Arale's patterns printed on them.

I put down my backpack, opened my coat, held her in my arms, rested my chin on her head, and said, "You are so thoughtful. I don't know what to say. It's so cold, why don't you wear more clothes? Look how cold your hands are." She leaned in my arms and whispered, "There is heating in the house here. It's only cold outside, so we all dress like this."

I tilted my head back a distance, looked at her and said, "You should also wear a coat, otherwise you will catch a cold due to the big temperature difference."

She avoided my gaze and said, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll think I'm fat?"

I smiled, rubbed my hands on her waist, and said, "Come, let me see, where have you gained weight?"

She twisted her waist and pushed me away, saying, "Itchy, stop it. Quickly pack your luggage, take out the things you use frequently, and put away the things you don't use frequently."

I smiled awkwardly. Although I was studying alone in a university in another city, I still didn't know much about the opposite sex. Or maybe I had the desire but not the courage. Desire, but dare not ask for it.

I opened my backpack, took out my spare clothes and put them in the closet, took out my razor and cell phone charger and put them on the small cabinet next to the bed. Then he zipped up his backpack and casually placed it on the sofa in the living room outside.

Y leaned against the bedroom door and watched me pack my things with a smile on his face. After putting away my backpack, I turned around, smiled at her, walked into the bedroom, took out my cell phone and put it on the bedside table, picked up the razor and wanted to put it in the drawer of the cabinet. When I reached out to pull the drawer handle, I heard Y say softly, "No." But it was too late, I still opened the drawer.

I turned around and looked at her in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"

Her face, which was already red from the heat, became even redder. "No...it's okay."

I turned around and wanted to put the razor into the drawer and ask more questions, but when I turned around, I was stunned.

Because in the middle of the drawer, there were three condoms neatly placed. I suddenly understood that our previous agreement had become invalid with the passage of time, and was replaced by true love.

I stood up and walked to Y. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at me. After a long time, she said in a very low voice, "Just in case."

I asked with a smile, "In case of what?" She raised her head, looked at me with a blushing face without saying anything, and I stared into her eyes for a long time.

Her eyes are big, dark and bright. With a shy smile, her eyes slightly curved, like the moon, very beautiful. I was a little drunk watching her, so I put my arms around her waist, pulled her into my arms, suddenly lowered my head, and kissed her on the lips.

I thought she would dodge or refuse. But when I touched those cherry lips, she tensed her body and let me kiss her.

I easily pried open her teeth and put my tongue into her mouth, exploring for the softness I wanted. Slowly, her body relaxed and she leaned softly in my arms. I held her and kissed her non-stop, and she changed from passive acceptance to gentle response.

After a long time, I bent down, picked her up horizontally and walked to the bed to sit down. She sat on my lap. I put my left arm around her soft shoulders and put my right hand into her waist, stroking her smooth skin. My lips never stopped, sucking her sweet saliva repeatedly. And her body kept shaking slightly because of my touch.

Parting our lips, I looked down at her, but she shyly buried her face in my arms. Seeing her shy look, I couldn't help but kiss her lips again. My right hand slowly moved to her waist, gently unbuttoned, unzipped, and put my hand into her panties, stroking the fluff.

Her body shook violently, then she opened her eyes and looked at me and said, "Honey, can you please close the curtains? It's too bright now."

I gently placed her on the bed, pulled the quilt over her, then walked to the bed and pulled the thick curtains. The room instantly became dark. I went back to the bed, pulled back the covers and lay down next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and slowly pulled down her pants with one hand. But she was shy and didn't know what to do. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me actively.

Perhaps because she was nervous, she took the initiative to put her tongue into my mouth and entangled with me. I pulled her sweater up and off she was left in her underwear.

I parted my lips, looked at her, chuckled and asked, "Honey, is this a one-shot deal?"

She shyly replied, "You're disgusting. You stripped me naked as soon as I entered the room."

I pretended to be confused: "Stripped naked? No, isn't there still underwear on? Oh, this is a hint for me, right? Here I come." As I said that, I unhooked her underwear.

As soon as she opened the buttons on the back, her breasts began to tremble and shake. When she took off her bra and put her hands on her breasts, I was really surprised that I couldn't fully hold one of her breasts with one hand. While I was excited, I kept rubbing her breasts and exclaimed softly, "They are so big."

She seemed very confident about her breasts. She put her arms around my neck, took my hands away, and let her huge breasts press against my chest. Even though there was a T-shirt between them, I could still feel the softness of her breasts. She put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Honey, do you like it?"

I put my arm around her shoulders, held her little butt with one hand, squeezed it gently and said, "I like it. I like it very much."

She looked up at me and said, "Really?"

I looked into her eyes and said seriously, "Really, I like it very much. I'm not lying!"

After that, I kissed her lips, and my right hand moved between her legs and gently stroked her. She also responded to me very enthusiastically, as if my affirmation suddenly made her excited.

Although I don't have much experience, after years of single life and the influence of romantic action movies, I am not completely ignorant. I slowly slid my right hand between her legs. Just as I was about to go deeper, she suddenly blocked me with her hand and begged, "Honey, don't... not here."

I was very surprised and was wondering whether this was a normal rejection or a half-hearted refusal. I only heard her say softly: "Honey, I have a sensitive body, I can't stand you doing this."

After hearing her say that, even though I didn't know what a sensitive body type was, I knew she really didn't want me to touch her private parts. I could only smile and slide my hands along her waist towards her breasts. I just feel a little uncomfortable.

She knew I had misunderstood her meaning, so she straightened her chest, put her right hand around my neck, put her left hand into my underwear and gently stroked my penis, and said in my ear in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "Husband, can you put it on, please?"

I was still wondering what a sensitive body type was and why I couldn't be touched even though I was in this condition. When I heard her words, I turned to look at her, a little confused. But she held me tightly against her shoulders, not allowing me to look at her, and just gently stroked my penis with her left hand.

In that case, I put aside the doubts in my mind and took the condom and put it on. I laid her flat on the bed, knelt between her legs, and gently slid my hand across the narrow slit. She suddenly straightened her body and let out a loud moan. I was startled. What was going on?

But she covered her face with her hands and said in a dreamy voice: "I told you that I have a sensitive constitution, but you still seduced me like this." So that's it, I suddenly realized.

I lifted my penis and was about to thrust forward, but she pushed me away again and said, "Honey, it's too bright, let's cover ourselves with the quilt, okay?"

I smiled and said to her, "You are so frank, are you still shy?"

She shook her body and said coquettishly, "Cover it up." As her body shook, her pair of breasts also shook, which was very beautiful.

I had no choice but to pull the quilt up and cover myself. She closed her eyes and bit her lips. Looking at her shy appearance, the feeling in my heart was indescribable. I used my hands to separate her labia and pushed in hard.

"Ah..." As I entered, she suddenly stretched her legs straight. I was surprised. There was lubricant on the condom, and I knew from the touch that her lower body was already muddy. Why was there such a movement? I asked hurriedly, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at me in pain and trembled as she said, "Well, husband, it hurts..."

How could that be? I pulled it out gently and looked down, and saw that there was red liquid on the penis... Many images flashed through my mind: Virgin? This shouldn't happen. How could this happen? Do I need to ask? Will you get scolded if you ask? …

I raised my head, and her eyes were sparkling with tears. I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I could only lower my head and kiss away the tears in her eyes, and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, honey, I was too reckless, I'm sorry..."

She put her arms around my shoulders and whispered, "It's okay, honey, it's okay, just go slower, just go slower."

I propped up my upper body and slowly inserted my penis into her. "Ah..." she moaned, but this time, I could hear that her cry was less painful and more charming than before. "Feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah, much better, husband, you are taller than me, and your penis must be bigger than my sister's. Take your time, okay?"

I was amused by her theory and nodded and said, "Okay, don't worry, honey. I'll do it slowly." After that, I gently pulled out my penis and slowly inserted it again.

"Hmm... Hmm... Ah... Hmm..." She moaned rhythmically as I thrust in and out. I no longer supported my upper body with my hands, but knelt directly between her legs, holding the pair of plump breasts with both hands and rubbing them gently.

"Ah...ah...husband...husband...ah..." I saw that she was gradually getting used to the pain of losing her virginity, so I quickened the pace of my riding, and her moans also became faster and louder: "Husband...husband...uh...husband...I can't...can't...husband...husband..."

She was really sensitive. Just a simple thrust made her body turn red and tremble. I pinched her nipples with both hands, gently lifted them up, and pushed them inwards with force.

"Ah——" With a scream, she curled up her body and held my arms with both hands, "Hubby...don't...don't...hubby...um..."

I quickly stopped and kissed her lips. Her voice was too loud and it was daytime, so I was worried that people next door would hear us.

It took a long time for her body to calm down. I propped up my upper body and looked at her quietly. She looked back at me and said, "Honey, I'm too sensitive. I can't stand it when I accidentally touch myself while taking a shower. I can't stand it even more when you do this."

I smiled: "That's easy. Come on, let's change positions." Then I pulled out my penis and patted her butt.

"What position?" she asked me curiously.

"You kneel on the bed and I'll come from behind, so it won't be so stimulating," I explained.

Her face turned even redder: "Honey, am I useless?"

I patted her butt gently and said, "What are you talking about? Come on!"

She obediently knelt down in front of me and bent down. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood on the ground. I slid twice on her labia and she couldn't help moaning again. I held my penis and slowly inserted it. The tight vagina held my penis firmly. Even through the condom, I could feel the tightness.

"Ah..." As I penetrated her to the bottom, she screamed again in a high-pitched voice.

"Ah...husband, husband, hurry up...ah...hurry up...ah...husband, it's so comfortable...so comfortable...ah...well...husband...please...hurry up..."

I have to admit that Y's performance in bed gives me great satisfaction. Although I am not as strong as the protagonist of H's novel, with extraordinary talents and the ability to fight against many people alone, I can feel the most real psychological satisfaction of a man from her.

Hearing her moaning so loudly, I kept fucking her pink little pussy. I bent down and pulled up her left hand, then leaned back, straightened my waist and kept hitting her buttocks, and the "pa pa" sound at the junction was getting faster and faster. She grabbed my wrist with her backhand and cooperated with my thrusting with all her strength. However, due to her lack of experience, she could not meet my impact tacitly. But even so, she quickly reached orgasm under my rapid thrusting.

Maybe it was because she was young and strong, and the sense of satisfaction in my heart was constantly growing, that I had no urge to ejaculate. I just wanted her to surrender to my cock, so I didn't give her a rest to orgasm, but instead pumped her pink little pussy even faster.

"Hubby, I... I can't... can't... give it to me... cum in me... faster... faster... ah... hubby... please... please... cum in me quickly... faster..."

Y kept moaning. I pulled up both of her hands and let her clasp my wrists with her backhands. I pulled her arms hard like I was riding a horse. Her upper body was lifted up because of my pull, and I used the force of pulling her to push harder into the deepest part of her vagina.

"Hubby... I... ah... I... I want you to cum in me... Please, hurry... hurry... cum in me... I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore..."

I thrust vigorously for nearly a hundred times and felt that her hands holding me had no strength left. I also felt that I had exhausted too much energy, so I pulled out my cock and turned her over to lie on the bed. At this time, she was close to her limit, her lips slightly parted, she was breathing heavily, and the flush on her face spread to her whole body. I held my cock, lifted her legs with one hand, and inserted it into her vagina again. Then I lifted the other leg, put her legs on my shoulders, held on to the edge of the bed, and thrust quickly.

Because of this position, I can insert into the very top of the vagina, and Y's vagina is indeed shallow as she said, so every time I thrust in and out I can hit her cervix hard, and every time I insert to the bottom, I can feel the resistance from the cervix.

"Ah - ah - ah - husband, ah - too deep - too deep - ah -" Her voice rose again, but I did not stop. Instead, I closed her legs, carried them on my shoulders, and stretched out my hands to her breasts, kneading those two towering peaks.

“Husband…husband…ah…husband…don’t, don’t…it’s too deep…too…too deep…I can’t take it anymore…I can’t…take it anymore…husband, hurry up…hurry up…I can’t take it anymore…husband, give it to me…please…give it to me…hurry up…ah…ah…ah…”

I hit her butt again and again, making a "pa pa pa" sound, accompanied by her sharp moans, which made the excitement in my heart almost explode. "Wife, I'm going to cum." I roared in a low voice.

“Cum… cum… for me… quick… husband… cum for me… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah——”

I thrust in and out quickly thirty or forty times, pushing hard into the deepest part of the vagina, and the throbbing penis sprayed out the accumulated semen. I felt like this was the most intense squirting I'd ever had.

I slowly pulled my penis out of her vagina until it stopped throbbing. The sudden cooling down after pulling it out caused it to throb twice again. I put Y's legs down, helped her lie down on the bed, turned around, took off the condom, took out the tissue and said to her, "Honey, come and wipe it."

"Hmm...hmm..." Y lay on the bed, as if asleep, murmured softly but did not open his eyes.

My vanity was once again greatly satisfied.

I took out some paper and used it to wipe the love juice between Y's legs. "Um...husband..." As soon as I touched her labia, she let out an alluring moan again, like she was talking in a dream, but she still kept her eyes closed.

"You're really sensitive." I smiled and helped her wipe it clean, then tidied up my penis. I covered her with the quilt, held Y in my arms, and looked at her lying quietly. I couldn't help but kiss her blushing face again, patted her shoulders gently, hummed a lullaby, and coaxed her to sleep.

This is the author’s true experience. I wanted to write it down a long time ago, but every time I started, I couldn’t continue. This is my first post and it’s not finished yet. I hope you can give me some suggestions, but please don’t criticize me if you don’t like it. Thank you!

(two)

When Y woke up, it was completely dark. She turned over in my arms and moaned softly, as if she had just experienced intense exercise and woke up.

She opened her eyes and found that she was resting her head on my arm. She quickly stood up and carefully took my arm out. She said with emotion, "Honey, have I always slept in your arms?"

I smiled and said, "Yeah, you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to disturb you."

She sat up straight and gently massaged my arm, saying, "It must be numb, isn't it uncomfortable?"

I took her hand away, hugged her in my arms again, and said, "It's okay, it won't be numb. I'll put it right in the gap between your neck and the bed board. I can hug you without getting numb."

"You're lying," she said, wrapping her arms around my waist, "It must be numb, honey, you're so good!"

To be honest, I didn't really feel any numbness in my arm, but since she wanted to think so, I was happy to be a good person. My right hand gently rubbed her chest, making the full breasts constantly change shape, and said, "It's okay, I am happiest when I sleep with my wife in my arms, how can I feel numb?"

She hugged my waist tightly and said softly, "Honey, stop playing. I can't stand it anymore. We are going out to eat. You must be hungry."

I was both intoxicated by the pleasure brought by her soft breasts and amazed at her sensitivity. I continued to rub her breasts with my hands and tease her. Not long after, she began to tremble all over, and suddenly broke free from my arms, sat up and said, "Stop it, honey, I really can't stand it anymore. If you tease me again, we won't be able to go out for dinner."

Seeing that I was still unsatisfied, she lowered her head and said shyly, "Come back in the evening and I'll make it up to you, okay?"

I became interested: "How to compensate?"

She whispered, "You'll know after dinner." Then she looked up and said to me, "But now, we must get up and eat." After hearing her words, we got up, dressed neatly, and walked out of the room holding her hand. When we got to the street, we were confused about what to eat. She kept asking me what I liked to eat. Actually, I didn't know myself. I like to eat meat, but I'm not picky. As long as it's not too bad to swallow, I will accept anything. But if you ask me what I like to eat, I really can't say it, so I can only think about it while walking.

We walked a short distance and found a KFC. An idea suddenly occurred to me. I remembered what she had just said about compensating me when she got home that night. So why not just finish dinner quickly and then go back to see how she would compensate me. So I sighed and pretended to be helpless and said, "I don't know what to eat, so why not just eat KFC."

She looked up at me and said, "Honey, do you like KFC too?"

I don’t usually eat much, mainly because I’m poor, but in order to make up for it at night, I had to bite the bullet and say, “Well, it’s OK, but it’s not good to eat too much of this stuff. I like to eat it, but in moderation.”