The combination of a poor boy and a beautiful woman (experience story adult novel)

The summer of 1997 is an unforgettable summer. What is remembered is not only the sultry summer, but also a romantic encounter that will be engraved in my heart forever.

It was a hot and humid evening as usual. I ate beef noodles at a stall alone and walked to the dance hall on the street as usual. I can dance, but I seldom dance in a dance hall. I go there to escape the summer heat. I don’t have a job and I live in the factory where I used to do internship.

The dormitory is so hot that I want to go crazy.

It was no different from usual, with the same few people in the dance hall, the same familiar tunes, the same familiar faces, and I still sitting in my old seat. However, the peace was broken in an instant. If I remember correctly, the two women should have broken in, because they were breathing heavily when they sat next to me. Later, I thought that they were probably breathing heavily because they were nervous because it was their first time in the dance hall. I looked at them with a little disgust, because it was obvious that they had interrupted my enjoyment of the beautiful dance moves on the dance floor, and there was no one else at my table, so it seemed that they should have asked if anyone was there when they sat down. However, I found that the woman sitting next to me should be a young woman. She is unexpectedly beautiful, with a slender figure, fair skin, and a charming oval face that seems to be a little bit melancholy. What fascinates me most is that her front teeth are two small mouse teeth, which are very cute. The other one should be a girl, but she is a little ugly. This should be reasonable. It is better to have an ugly person as a foil for a beautiful woman.

And so the story begins. People who know me well know that I am a slightly introverted person. Although my heart is full of evil, I never show it on the surface. I turned around and continued my appreciation without looking at them again. But what I didn’t expect was that when the song ended, the young woman took the initiative to ask me, Hi, can you dance? What are you doing here if you can't dance? Then can you teach me? Her eyes were full of expectation, and I suppressed the violent beating of my heart. Well, I clearly saw the other woman swallow her saliva.

The song "One by One" started, and I went over and held her hand naturally. It was very strange, why were my palms sweating in such a cool place? What's even stranger is that she actually can't dance. After I taught her how to walk, I asked her, is this your first time here? Yes, it is. Never been here. After that, I came here often and found dancing quite fun. A clear and natural seduction. But she didn't answer.

After a while she said, I ran away because I had a fight with my husband. He always went out dancing and asked me to look after the children at home. It was so annoying. I looked around warily. He always goes to the dance hall over there in the park. Who is that person? I turned my head towards the ugly girl. Oh, that's the driver's sister, the cook. I was confused for a moment. Didn't ask. One song has ended and the next one is a slow four. What should I do? Should I start or wait? ? Will you still teach me to dance? Sure, I said lightly. The music started, and in thirty seconds the lights would go out. Conventionally, this dance was performed after the lights went out, but today was different. I took her hand and, ignoring everyone's hypocritical looks, taught her to dance first. Gradually, the other person's eyes became blurred. More and more people gathered around, and gradually, evil thoughts became clearer. Why is it so dark? It’s supposed to be like this. Look, they are hugging each other. No answer.

This song is about ten minutes long. I should start in the last few minutes. I can't startle her. He added a little more strength in his hands, bringing them closer to each other. Six or seven minutes passed and there was no sign of resistance. I suddenly let go of her hands, and quickly put my hands through her armpits, wrapped around her back, and then used a little force to hold her in my arms. She might have resisted a little, and she hesitated for only half a second before she obediently buried her face in my chest. I comforted her and said that this is how it happens, it's nothing, and didn't answer. But I hugged her tighter and tighter, and could even clearly hear her breathing. I loosened my grip a little and gently placed my lips next to her ear and said, "Sister, you are so beautiful, can I kiss you?" She didn't answer, but just buried her head tighter. I desperately touched her ears, neck and forehead, and the dance floor reached its climax at this time, with women's moans and even screams one after another. (I still wonder how that slightly helpless and pleading scream was produced, was it produced by hands? There was even a time when I felt sympathy for this scream, but later a friend said that it was what she deserved and there was nothing to be pitied. I didn't comment.) I hugged her again, and tried to lift her breasts up, so that they were closer to my chest. I think I could feel her heartbeat, and she must have felt the hard obstacle in my lower body. Finally, I kissed her lips gently. There was no resistance at all. I told myself not to attack anymore. I enjoyed the faint sweetness of her lips and asked her, "Are you really not coming again?" Will you come tomorrow, she asked anxiously, Oh, the day after tomorrow, I have to go on a business trip tomorrow and I won’t be free. To retreat in order to advance, to tempt her stomach. Then you must come the day after tomorrow, and I’ll come too, okay? OK.

When we left the dance hall, I said I would see you off, but you must not do that, or my husband would beat you if he saw us. Well, okay then, I’m leaving now. Don’t forget me the day after tomorrow. No. The ugly girl next to her clearly smiled. And the young woman clearly pinched the ugly woman.

The next day I went to the dance hall as usual, but she didn't come. I spent the whole night in peace, quietly and eagerly waiting for the arrival of tomorrow night.

On the third day, I sat in my old seat, but changed direction to the opposite door. After greeting a few acquaintances, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared. She had a slender body and was wearing a gauze dress, with her bra faintly visible underneath. It can be seen that she dressed up specially today, and maybe even put on some powder, which made her face look whiter. I really want to go up and take a bite of her. She walked straight towards me, and I stood up to wait for her, but an acquaintance next to me pulled me at an inopportune moment and asked, "Hey, is this your new girlfriend?" And he laughed like a ghost. I ignored it. She came over to me, smiled at me, and sat next to me.

Let's take a seat at the side. It's a little quieter there, actually there's a sofa seat for couples next to it. Just a little more hidden. I held her hand and walked over under the envious gazes of the acquaintances nearby.

At 7:45, the dance floor came alive on time. But we just stayed on the sofa without moving. I boldly hugged her and put one hand on her chest. Dress, why is it a dress? It’s so annoying to lift it up, oh. Finally it was time for the fourth light of the day. She seemed to have been unable to hold back any longer and leaned her head over. Why did the damn light not go out for such a long time today? It seemed as if it had waited for a century before slowly going out. Kiss wildly, and kiss wildly. If there was no clothing blocking my view, I would kiss from her head to her feet. While I was kissing her, one hand reached down to lift her skirt, and one of her hands came over to block it, which seemed to add to the fun. After a few rounds, I finally lifted it up. I stroked her legs, wow, so smooth and cool. I would rather keep touching her like this until I die. But how can I do that? The exercise has to continue. With my other hand, I caress her breasts outside her skirt. Through a layer of gauze and a layer of thin cotton, her breasts appear more lively and fuller.

I desperately lifted her dress to her waist and put my hand inside, wow! Real breasts. I have never touched breasts more wonderful than these. I gently pinched her nipples with both hands and lifted them up. She moaned slightly, which made me feel even more refreshed. Impulsively, I hid my entire face in her chest and ran around desperately like a hungry baby. She moaned even louder, and it sounded a little helpless. I boldly took off her panties and I knew it was translucent or transparent as soon as I touched it... I took it all the way down to her ankles. What a moist place! I rubbed it gently in the middle with my middle finger, while my other hand held her tighter and kissed her. What a weak body. After a while, my middle finger touched the millet-grain part on the upper part and began to gently circle around one place. Her moans became more sweet and her breathing became heavier. What surprised me was that when I grabbed one of her hands and pressed it on my restless brother, she resolutely took it away. This happened several times and I had no choice but to give up.

When my fingers slowly entered and felt extremely warm and slippery, I stood up, quickly took off my pants, spread her legs apart without saying a word, and pushed in confidently. A long moan seemed to be heard, and satisfaction and desire seemed to be heard. There was not much time left, hurry up. As far as I can remember, I have never been so brave. After dozens of thrusts, I stopped for a moment and almost came, unwillingly. She must be enjoying it with her eyes closed at this moment. Her face must have turned red. I touched her breasts and they became even taller and firmer. Let me sprint! I spread her legs as wide as I could and lifted them up, supporting myself with my hands under her legs and pushing them as far as I could. I paused for about half a second and then began the last crazy thirty seconds. The moans and screams from the dance floor rang out at the right moment, mixing with our moans. I ejaculated on her deepest part and could clearly feel her rhythmic twitching. The lights were slowly coming on, I put on my pants quickly, and she also put on her pants. She took out a pack of tissues from her bag and asked me where the toilet was. I pointed in the direction, and she ran there quickly, and there were probably four or five other women running with her. I suddenly remembered that I saw her face just now, which seemed to be a little pink, and she was even more charming than when she first came in...

When we came out of the dance hall, she asked me where I lived. I said it was in the dormitory of a factory over there, and she could come over when she had time! Oh, then I’ll go back, she said to me with a smile. You should go back too.

It was really strange. For the next week, I went to the dance hall every day to wait for her, but she never came again. I became very unconfident in myself. Maybe I was too bad. She didn't want me anymore after playing with me once. Damn it.

That night, I and three colleagues, who were actually laid-off young men, were playing mahjong in the dormitory. By the end of the game at twelve o'clock, I had more than a hundred yuan. I went to take a shower happily, and washed myself at the faucet next to the dormitory. Suddenly, I saw a figure in the corridor. Hey, everyone on the third floor is here, who else is there? There was no light in the corridor, so I couldn't see who it was. When she got closer, I was stunned. It was her. I was stunned for a moment, but when she saw me, she smiled and turned away without moving forward. I immediately put on my trousers and walked up to her. Her hair was a little messy, and she might not be in a very good spirit, but she looked more charming and pitiful. She said softly but expectantly, "Are you free?" Before she finished listening, I walked back to the dormitory, got a piece of clothing, and pulled her downstairs. A voice behind me shouted, "Come back and bring us some fried beef noodles!" The kid won so much, it’s all my money! ! ! !

After leaving the factory, she said, "I had a fight with my husband. Can you accompany me?" "Okay, but where are we going? Let's take a taxi first." A taxi smartly stopped next to us. I opened the door and let her get in first. Then I sat next to her and found that she was holding a plastic bag in her hand. I didn't know what it was. It’s past twelve o’clock. Where should we go? Let’s go to the city center first. The car had just started when she suddenly asked to change seats with me. Without giving me a chance to explain, she hid behind me and asked me if there was anyone at the door. I looked outside and saw that there was only one private shop and the others were small stores. There was a short and strong man standing at the door with his hands on his waist. His neck was so thick. Is that where she lives? Is that her husband? No way, it's simply cow dung.

I don't believe it. I said there was a man at the door, who was he, and she didn't say anything. But hide even tighter. We've already driven by it, what are you afraid of? I said to her, pretending not to notice the driver's peeping eyes reflected from the rearview mirror. She just came out from behind me, but her head was still leaning on me, and I took the opportunity to hug her. When I was almost reaching the city center, I saw an all-night dance hall on the side of the road flashing even more tempting lights, and an idea flashed through my mind. After getting off the bus in the city center, I realized that the bag contained money. Why didn't you take a bag? I think. I hugged her tightly, and she didn't say anything. We walked like this for a while, and then she asked me if there was anywhere we could go. I pretended to think for a while, and said that there might be a dance hall over there that might still be open, so why not go there and sit for a while. So she followed me. She gave me money to buy the ticket, and just as we were about to walk in, the two smelly security guards at the door spoke up, "Hey!" ! ! You are not allowed to bring in your own snacks! ! What? ? ? Look carefully, this is not a snack, this is money! ! ! ! She waved the plastic bag at the two smelly security guards and pulled me towards them. The two security guards were like two popped balloons. I also glared at them with a cold eye.

Anyone with experience would know at a glance that this is not a dance hall at all, but a place for people to have affairs. Today they have come to the right place. The whole dance hall is only about 7 or 8 square meters, and there are a circle of shabby small private rooms on the side. There was no dancing, but there were a lot of vague sounds coming from somewhere. We entered a small private room and immediately a waitress came with a cart. She asked the two of us what we wanted to order and stuffed a small plastic bag into my hand, saying, "Take whatever you want." I carefully took two bottles of mineral water, and some beef jerky and the like, which might cost fifty or sixty yuan, sir, the total is two hundred and seventy yuan, what! ! ! ! Chop me like an onion! I spoke in the local dialect and she pulled me and said, "Buy it." I opened the bag and was stunned for a moment. There were a lot of large and small bills scattered inside. I had no idea how many there were. What did you do with so much money? After the waitress left, I hugged her and asked her. My husband and I had a big argument, so I just grabbed some money and left. Is that your husband at the door? Yes, how could you marry such a... Before she finished speaking, she burst into tears. My hometown is Y city, my family is very poor, I have four brothers and sisters, and I am the eldest. He is the richest in our village. He has a fleet of more than a dozen trucks, the kind that he can drive himself, and he earns 500 yuan a day for each truck. He fell in love with me and gave my family a lot of money, and I had no choice. I have read a lot of things like this in books, but it is actually happening right next to me. You don't know that he has a very bad temper and beats people at the slightest provocation (he has no sympathy for women and will beat such women).

We also want to go out dancing, especially... She said in my ear that when he did that, he never considered me, he just knew that he was comfortable. Unlike you... I smiled gently with tears in my eyes. I thought happily, I just met a resentful and slutty woman! Hehe... Last time I was dancing and doing things in the dark, but today it’s light, let me appreciate you.

Thinking about it, I started to touch her. At first, she didn't seem to be interested and wasn't very interested. I gently bit her earlobe, rubbed it gently with my two teeth, licked her entire ear with my tongue, and even held her entire ear in my mouth. Slowly, she began to cooperate and hugged me with both hands. She began to kiss my face actively. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled up her bra easily. Two little breasts popped out immediately. They were so white. I put one in my mouth and gently stroked the other with my hand. She slightly raised her head and chest to let me enjoy it better. A soft moan followed, along with the beautiful dance music outside, which made me even more unable to control myself. I didn't expect that her first time was in a dance hall, and the second time would still happen in a dance hall. I wonder where the next time will be, I thought to myself.

Today she was wearing a black skirt that went below her knees, which made it much easier to lift it up than last time. She also cooperated quite well and slowly spread her legs apart. I suddenly wanted to kiss her vagina, but I didn't know if she would be disgusted. So I decided to give it a try. When I pulled her light pink panties down to her ankles, I squatted down. She asked softly what I was doing, and I didn't answer. But she lifted her legs up, and her entire vagina was exposed in front of my face. There was a very small tuft of pubic hair, and only a few hairs around her labia. Her labia were slightly closed, as if waiting for me to open them. I slowly moved the tip of my tongue towards her. She trembled slightly, but did not resist.

I thought it was time to start. I first moved gently around the labia, then slowly to the slit in the center. I used the tip of my tongue to pry open the slit, and inserted my tongue inside, moving it up and down. Her moans encouraged me not to stop. As I teased her lightly, heavily, quickly, and slowly, her eyes began to blur. Even when I stopped to look at her, her eyes only opened slightly, as if asking, why did you stop? I began to tease the slightly protruding part of her labia, which was already hard and engorged with blood. I used the tip of my tongue, mixed with a little saliva, and gently touched it. She began to shake, as if she couldn't bear my action. I lifted her legs even harder and held her beautiful, engorged clitoris with my lips. She trembled and moaned with a slightly pleading tone. I held it for about ten seconds before gently releasing it. I put her legs down and began to appreciate her charm. Her eyes became more blurred and her face was no longer as pale as before, but white and rosy as if she had applied a light powder, which made her look even more beautiful. I lifted her chin and smiled at her, but she put her lips on mine and rubbed them gently. I slightly extended the tip of my tongue, and she caught it, then held it in her mouth and sucked it hard. Almost made me gasp.

I remember the last time, I pulled her hand to put it on my little brother, but she refused. So there was no hope of asking her to give me a blowjob. So even though I had this idea, I didn't dare say it out loud. Just do it and stop thinking about it. I took off my pants and moved all the things on the table down. When I was about to carry her up, she held me down and squatted down at the same time. I found that her face was really red. She asked, "It's not dirty, is it?" It’s not dirty, I just took a shower. I've never done it before, so I'm a little scared. But don't be scared, it's just like eating popsicles. You try it, if it doesn't work then just give it up, okay? All right. The first time she held my little brother in her hands, she seemed afraid of breaking it, so she held it very carefully with both hands, looked at it carefully, then looked at me, then closed her eyes and stuck out her little tongue. After all, she was inexperienced and just touched it randomly. I said, just eat it like you would a popsicle, I'm afraid, you're so big. Don't go in all the way, just go as far as you can. I'm anxious. She opened her mouth slightly, and I pushed forward. Just when it went in a little bit, she spit it out. I hurriedly said, just lick the outside. She licked it a few times symbolically, then stood up and threw herself into my arms. Stay still for a long time. Oh, forget it, can't force it.

When I carried her to the table, I whispered in her ear, "Can we do it longer tonight? It's up to you." After taking off her black skirt and panties, I pushed my little brother inside without hesitation. The warmth immediately enveloped his whole body and then spread to my whole body. Even the gods wouldn't be able to live like this. Isn't this the most wonderful moment in life? I started my thrusting. I found it really nice to stand, so that I could see her expression and the movements of her little brothers and sisters. It makes me want to fuck more. After about ten minutes of various thrusting and grinding, I pulled her hand and motioned for her to get off, but she probably didn't understand. When I turned her body around, she seemed to understand and consciously leaned her upper body on the table, exposing her two round buttocks in front of me. I spanked the little butt gently. But she just hummed. Push the little butt up again. I love but fear penetration from behind. I feel the most comfortable when penetrated from behind, but it is also the easiest to ejaculate. Never mind, there's plenty of time anyway. I can do it later. I pushed in until it was all the way in. Another strange feeling instantly surrounded my whole body. I couldn't help but let out a cry. Almost came out. After taking a breath, I dared to continue. After stopping and starting several times, I felt like I was about to come again. When I wanted to stop, she begged me not to stop, saying, "Don't stop, don't stop, it feels so good." Then I had to come out, and after dozens of fierce thrusts, I pulled out and ejaculated all over her little butt. It took her a long time to let out a long sigh, as if she had an orgasm. But I know. It is difficult for women to orgasm in this position. But it is comfortable too.

Embrace each other again. No one spoke for a long time, as if they were all savoring the sweetness that had just happened. And sleepiness also took the opportunity to come over me. We hugged each other and slept for a while. Hold her. I was thinking, what’s wrong with holding such a beauty for a lifetime?

At about 4:30, after we had some snacks, we did it again. Although it didn't take long, her last heart-wrenching scream made the entire dance hall seem to pause for a second. Then it was like dominoes. Several loud groans were heard one after another. It is still fresh in my memory.

It rained several times in succession, and the sultry weather finally cooled down a little. In the afternoons when I had nothing to do, I often lay on the bed and read. Recently I was reading the biography of Van Gogh. His poor and miserable life deeply moved me.

I remember there was a thunderstorm that afternoon and I was lying in bed as usual. He held a book in one hand, but his eyes were dozing off. While half asleep and half awake, the half-open door seemed to move. I asked vaguely, who is it? The door opened, and it was you! I sat up. It has been about half a month since the last time I spent the whole night with her. I didn’t expect that she would come to see me today. I smiled and said, please sit down.

Actually, there were only two beds in my dormitory, and the stools were in another room, which were used for playing mahjong. I patted the edge of my bed and motioned for her to sit down. Today she wore a light green tight sleeveless top and shorts. A pair of black and red sandals set off her cute little feet, and her face was still as charming as ever. But the eyes were only looking at the ground, not at me. But I could clearly read from her eyes that she seemed to have something to say to me. Is there anything wrong? I asked her softly, No, I just came to see what you were doing. She answered simply. I know something is wrong, but she won't say it, and I don't want to force it. You will tell her eventually.

I sat up and hugged her from behind, leaned my head on her shoulder, and said softly, I missed you so much. It's so hypocritical that even I want to slap myself. Women are most vulnerable to this trick. She smiled, turned around and kissed me. I missed you too, so I lied and said I wanted to go to the supermarket to buy things and see you. Look at me, whether I am good to you or not. I hugged her tighter, kissed her neck with my lips, and took the opportunity to hold her against me, and I lay down again. She lay on me obediently, and I caressed her breasts without hesitation. Although there was clothing between us, I could still clearly feel the fullness and firmness of her breasts. She gently hit my hand, then put her hand on mine. I continued to caress her with my hands and put one of her ears in my mouth. To put it vaguely, I really missed you these days. I wanted to go find you several times, but I was afraid. I can't eat without seeing you. She hit my hand again.

After a while, she moved my hand away and started to unbutton her shirt. I, however, made things more chaotic. I reached one hand up from the hem of her clothes, placed five fingers flat on one of her breasts, and with the other hand, pinched her other breast from above, gently pinching the grapes on it and squeezing it gently. She could no longer hold on and stopped unbuttoning her clothes. She collapsed on me and let me do whatever I wanted. I helped her unbutton the remaining buttons, then helped her stand up, helped her take off her coat and bra, and let her lie down on the bed. She still tilted her head to one side coquettishly, closed her eyes slightly, and didn't look at me. I leaned over and buried my entire face in her cleavage, moving it back and forth like a little child. She obediently hugged my head with her hands, and she let out a soft moan. I couldn't help but feel excited. I looked up at her intently, then began to kiss her face, rubbing her two plump and tall breasts with my hands from time to time. When our lips touched, I used the tip of my tongue to pry open her slightly closed teeth and teased her tongue. There was really a faint sweetness, what a wonderful taste. Without saying anything, I took her entire tongue into my mouth, and my tongue soothed her tongue in every way. Under my guidance, she raised her chin slightly, opened her mouth as wide as possible, put her arms around my neck, and placed her breasts under me. The pleasure was self-evident.

But when I was about to take the next step of kissing her all over her body, her actions surprised and delighted me.

She motioned for me to sleep next to her, and she turned over and lay on top of me, with her head pressed against my chest like I did just now. But still like before, she closed her eyes, groped for my nipple with her lips, and put it in her mouth, gently rubbing it with her teeth. I couldn't help but hum. But she just laughed. I pressed her head down again and motioned her to continue. My two small breasts had never enjoyed such treatment before, and they became hard. At this time, she stuck out her tongue again and kissed me all over. Actually, I am a ticklish person, but at this moment, I could only grit my teeth.

After a while, she grabbed one of my hands again and asked me to turn over and lie on the bed. What was she going to do next? She threw herself on my back and started kissing me all over again, even kissing my armpits. I couldn't help it and twisted my body. She smiled again and started kissing my neck and shoulders. Just as I was gritting my teeth and enjoying it, I suddenly got bit on my shoulder. Before I could scream, her whole body was pressed tightly against my back, preventing me from moving. She put her face close to my ear and asked me softly, "Do you really like me? Really?" And you? I asked back, I like you so much, you are the most considerate person to me. I really couldn't remember how I was considerate to her, and was just thinking about saying something when a drop of liquid suddenly fell on my ear, followed by another drop. ? ? ? ? A soft sobbing sound immediately rang in my ears, and it almost broke my heart. What happened? I tried to turn over. She also lay down next to me. I asked as I hugged her tightly. It’s nothing. Will you always be good to me? A pair of clear eyes with crystal tears in them looked at me helplessly and longingly. My heart skipped a beat. Somehow I suddenly remembered a line from a song by Tong Ange: Your lies are like tears, sparkling and dazzling but heartbreaking.

But these are such real tears. This made me, a person who usually only knows sex but not feelings, feel moved. Of course I'll treat you well, don't think too much. But I'm married. I never thought you were married. As soon as I said this, I suddenly felt very scared. I comforted myself in my heart, no, no. Then will you marry me? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Wow, this happens again. This is a very tricky question. Although women usually don’t really want to marry you and just want to see if you are sincere, what if I say I am willing and she takes it seriously? Wouldn’t that be very troublesome? But given the situation at the time, how could I bear to say no? Of course I agreed. I will be good to you forever. I'm sweating on my head. But she smiled again and said, I believe you, you are so nice. I held her head in my hands and kissed away the tears from her eyes. She buried her head in my arms and didn't move. I put my hands on her little butt and started to touch it again. Her firm and round butt made me love it. He unbuttoned her panties and pulled them down with his feet. He began to caress her through her lace panties and sometimes even touched her butt crack. She immediately twisted her butt, as if she couldn't bear it and moaned a few times.

After a while, I couldn't help it anymore, so I pulled off her panties, immediately turned her over, and started kissing her all over her body almost madly. Sometimes it was light, sometimes it was heavy, sometimes he bit, sometimes he licked, making her gasp for air and sometimes she giggled. But when I kissed the outside of her legs and was about to move slowly towards the middle, she pulled me back and whispered, "No, no, I can't take it." Let me do it for you. I was so happy, but I didn't know if it would be like last time, when I vomited it out right after eating it. I said, "I didn't take a shower." The brother moved close to her face, and she held it with one hand and gently stroked it with the other. She looked at it carefully for a while, then closed her eyes like last time, and then opened her mouth slightly to welcome him. I pushed my butt forward a little bit and then stopped there to see her reaction. Fortunately, she didn't spit it out like last time. She just opened her mouth a little wider, and her tongue began to move obediently, just right on my glans, giving me a tingling and numb feeling, and I couldn't help but hum. To be honest, I like women giving me oral sex the most. I think it is more comfortable than having sex. Slowly I started to twitch, very slowly at first, then slowly picking up speed, my brother twitched in her mouth, maybe because of the wetness, my brother seemed thicker than usual, veins bulging.

I was scared myself after watching it. After pumping in and out of her mouth for fifty or sixty times, I was afraid she couldn't take it, so I pulled out. She gasped loudly. He grabbed my brother with one hand and looked at him carefully, as if he was also surprised by the changes in my little brother. Then he looked at me embarrassedly, and I laughed. She kept pulling me down. Let me lie on her, I know. When she spread her legs, she could vaguely see that her vagina was wet, and there seemed to be a little dew on the sparse hair on her face. I gently put one hand on it again and gently stroked her lower abdomen. Gradually move down, separate her labia with your index finger, and then insert your middle finger into her honey hole, which is flooded. I probed gently inside with my middle finger a few times, and then she pinched me in dissatisfaction. Tell me to come in immediately.

When the little brother with his head held high was completely immersed, a long, long-awaited moan echoed in my ears. As I thrust in and out, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, the moan became sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes like begging, sometimes like pleading. Sometimes she is very charming, and sometimes she frowns. I lifted her legs up so that I could penetrate deeper and appreciate the beauty of our intercourse. As my little brother thrust in and out, I could even see the tender red flesh of her vaginal opening, and her honey was often brought out by my brother and slowly flowed into her buttocks. I freed one hand and gently pressed my index finger on her clitoris. Under the dual stimulation of my thrusting and stroking, she could not help it and pressed her hand desperately on mine to prevent me from moving, which seemed to increase the pleasure of her clitoris. Her body twisted violently several times and her moans turned into howls. Then suddenly her whole body went limp like noodles and she never moved again. My glans seemed to be burned, and my entire brother was pinched and hurt. I let go of her legs and thrust hard. Her honey even splashed on my legs, and she hugged me tightly. At the moment when I was about to come out, I pulled it out and put it close to her chest, oh! All my billions of little lives were lying on her chest, breasts, cleavage, and even in the first few times, they rushed to her neck...

After taking a shower, we slept in each other’s arms. We fell asleep with sweet words, and after about an hour, she suddenly woke up and kept asking me what time it was. I looked at my phone and she said it was still early, a little after three o'clock. But she jumped up and said, "I'm leaving." My husband would be suspicious since it takes so long to buy something. As she spoke, she started to put on her clothes. I looked at her lazily, but for some reason I felt a sense of attachment to her and didn't want to let her go. I pulled her hand and hugged her. She held my head, kissed me all over my face, and said, "Please take me out of the factory." All right.

We walked out of the factory holding hands. She stopped and looked at me. I remember she was staring at me very carefully. There was an indescribable expression on his face. Then he waved at me, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm leaving, you can go back." Oh, I'm stupid. I don’t know if it was because there were tears in her eyes or because the sunlight was too strong at three o’clock in the afternoon, but I seemed to see a light flashing in her eyes…

Another week passed, but she never came again. It was really strange. What was going on? There were several times when I rode my bike past where she lived on purpose, but the door was always closed. It wasn't until one day that I noticed a piece of paper pasted next to the door. It says for rent and sale, and the phone number is X. I was stunned, and stopped to pretend to buy some fruit, then asked the boss, isn't this house already occupied? Why is it rented out? Oh, it's a temporary residence because there is a construction site here. Now that the construction is completed, they have naturally moved to a new construction site somewhere else. We moved in about a week ago, and you know what, the women in that family are really beautiful. He said this with a greedy smile, but I was stunned.

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