Girlfriend's Diary (1-4 finished) (Rape and abuse adult novel)

Girlfriend's Diary

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There was a period of time when I was particularly thirsty (I was particularly thirsty almost every day), and my girlfriend at the time happened to cooperate. We once had sex for nine consecutive days (I was almost disabled!). During that time, she wrote several sex diaries. I have excerpted some of them for your appreciation - if you are used to reading erotic literature written by men, maybe you want to change your taste? Women have relatively little exposure to erotic literature, so their writing is inevitably immature, but at least it is sincere. If you think it's good, I will continue to post it.

The following is excerpted from the first of nine days.

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(one)

He dried himself and left the bathroom first. I dried my hair, put on my underwear (I believe he prefers this to enjoying my naked body directly), opened the door, and the dim yellow light in the bedroom dyed the surroundings hazy.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and didn't speak. I saw that my pillow was gone. Although I was prepared, I was still stunned for a moment. My heart was immediately disturbed, and I knew something was about to explode in the silence.

I turned off the lights, darkness enveloped me, but my heart felt like it was untied and spread its wings. Before I had time to think about it, I heard his heavy breathing. He suddenly turned over, pressed me under him, and roughly pulled off my panties (and him? He was always naked after going to bed).

I twisted my body a little and felt the desire in my heart and body. My breathing quickened.

He pulled the pillow out of the quilt, raised my waist (he always said that he could see more clearly this way), spread my legs, and held my hips with his hands.

Everything happened quickly. The moment it entered, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction. My whole body was burning, my desire was raised to another place, my lower abdomen began to contract, and liquid flowed slowly.

His lower body was so hot and sexy that I couldn't help but wrap it with all my strength, and instinctively raised my waist and hips for a closer connection.

His movements were slow and powerful, and his penis rubbed against my flesh walls all over. Every time it went back and forth I could clearly feel its changes, getting hotter, harder, and sharper as if it was going to pierce me.

My vagina expanded and was eroded inch by inch. At this time, I still had the energy to imagine that I seemed to see his erect and sexy penis piercing into the wet hole and sinking deeply into my body...

(He said that he liked to see his penis thrusting in and out of my body, and liked to see the tender red labia being turned in and out. He once wanted to put a mirror next to me so that I could enjoy it with him, but I quickly refused, firstly because I was embarrassed, and secondly because I really couldn't imagine how I would have the time and energy to enjoy it at that time.)

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck", what a sexy word!

This was his first time, and he didn't use any techniques, just the most primitive opening and closing movements. When he pulled out, only the glans was left inside, and when he inserted it, it was completely inserted.

I moaned and called out in rhythm with his attack. His long, curly pubic hair gently caressed my labia and mons pubis like the wind, and his scrotum slapped my perineum. Liquid kept gushing out, making a "squeaking" sound in coordination with the intercourse of our bodies. All of this mixed together as a prelude to the climax.

Occasionally I opened my eyes and saw him with his head down, sweat on his handsome face, so sexy. Honey, do you know? I love you so much, I am yours, I am possessed by you, how happy I am!

The waves crashed into me again and again, and I could hardly breathe, but my throat couldn't stop emitting wave after wave of moans, and my fingertips pinched into his wet back.

I tried my best to cater to him. He could no longer remain stable under the uncontrollable contraction of my flesh walls. His thrusting became faster and deeper, yes, deeper each time. I could clearly feel his enlarged glans burning my center again and again.

My consciousness had long been blurred, I couldn't see anything, and it was getting closer and closer! I gasped and panted, but this was no longer for breathing or moaning, it was getting closer and closer...

Finally, crazy tremors and spasms spread throughout my body. My vagina no longer belonged to me. My uterus opened its doors to welcome my only man. Even the boundary between life and death no longer exists, and there is only blue sky and white clouds around me.

His cock suddenly boiled, and he pushed as hard as he could, with his glans pressing hard against the deepest part. His body stopped moving, but his cock bounced and struck again and again, shooting out hot mucus, straight into my warm and beautiful harbor. I held him tightly with my hands and feet, the sky was blue and the clouds were white, I didn’t want to go back…

The penis gradually cooled and shrank, he pulled out of my body, and lay aside, breathing roughly. All the nerves in my body that were tense due to extreme excitement just now became limp, and the aftermath was still reverberating in my body. I couldn't help but shiver, and hot liquid flowed down my thighs.

After a while, he stood up, pushed me to lie on my side, curled one leg up to my chest, and knelt on my other leg. The air began to crackle again, burning my body with heat. He was hard again, and his glans was rubbing against my leg.

He held his penis in his hand and aimed it at my still sticky and wet hole. As soon as it touched my labia minora, I couldn't help but tremble.

His posture was so provocative and maddening that I couldn't wait to meet him, but he suddenly dodged with a wicked smile, held down my hand that was waving to hold his, and just used the glans, scrotum or the side of the penis to gently rub up and down along the labia at the opening.

My vagina suddenly began to swell and ache, and a feeling of emptiness arose, sore and itchy. I had no choice but to hold on to the quilt tightly, moaning, enduring his teasing and torture, waiting for his soul-stirring penetration.

After a burst of hot flow, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. I couldn't bear it anymore and hugged his waist. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I am yours! I want you! Fuck me to death!" I yelled in panic. He grinned wickedly again, and finally loosened his hands, straightened his waist, and filled me up in an instant. "Ah──" I hugged the pillow tightly and felt him carefully.

This position made me feel like he was entering deeper, as if he could go straight into my womb and completely merge with me. But this time he didn't just rush in. He started to take his time, sipping it lightly and then deep.

The rough texture of the penis, the dark folds of the flesh, the sticky body fluids, and the tenderness in my heart, all of these complement each other, like a bowl of delicious soup.

I thank God for bringing me to this man. The wonderful experience of sex has made me a completely different person from the person I was in high school, when I thought I would never have sex with a man.

It's not that there's anything to brag about being promiscuous, it's just that he made me taste the joy of being a complete woman. I can satisfy him and enjoy him in this way, and more importantly, it's because I love him. This joy is the perfect fusion of sex and love, me and him.

The sound of the smooth flesh rubbing against each other was so warm and lingering that I was mesmerized. While feeling dizzy, I felt his response, and my penis was still getting bigger. I knew it was also because I was spasming involuntarily - a sign before orgasm - but women are different from men, and after the first orgasm, the second and third times are easier.

The vagina was stretched to feel numb, hot and swollen, and pleasure accumulated rapidly in the lower abdomen. I, no, this is no longer my will, but my body, I clamp it, then gently relax it, then clamp it more eagerly, then relax it again...

He should have been able to last longer, but under my powerful attack, he no longer tried to hold on, and began to penetrate deeply again, shaking left and right from time to time, with his glans thrusting left and right in the vagina. I continued to moan, and occasionally when he touched my G-spot, I screamed or whimpered in exhaustion as if I was electrocuted.

His movements became more and more violent, and his scrotum hit my thighs. I knew he was coming, so I tried harder to meet him and moan.

He finally couldn't help but moan, and my pores immediately contracted (it is said that men are more excited when women moan, and in fact his voice can instantly stimulate every nerve in my body), and after a few deep thrusts, we reached orgasm at the same time.

Streams of heat rushed into my body, and my neck, chest, and lower body immediately flushed. In the darkness, I felt like a blooming flower.

(two)

My hands and feet were a little numb, and my body was relaxed as the pleasure faded. He slowly slid down from my neck, his lips brushed over my shoulders and stopped on my breasts.

His lips and tongue were also hot. In the darkness, with the faint moonlight coming in from the window, I saw my nipples being held in his mouth and sucked gently, and soon they became erect. He teased one with the tip of his tongue, circling it, and gently pinched and touched the other one with his fingers, or rubbed it with the slightly rough palm.

I concentrated again, closed my eyes, and carefully savored his caress. My vagina gradually became swollen and painful, and I felt the opening was slowly expanding. My whole body became soft, and my moans once again drifted away in the cool air.

Of course he wouldn't stop just because of this, but instead he sped up his tongue licking. My vagina was getting hotter and hotter, and more and more swollen. That feeling of emptiness came back again. I just wanted him to enter my body immediately and fill me up.

I moved my lower body, hoping to get closer to him and feel him, but he turned away mischievously, not wanting to give up at all.

I heaved louder and louder, only the mattress matching my futile response. I could feel that my lower body was already extremely wet, and my moans had turned into breathless requests for help.

He suddenly paused, buried his head, lifted my hips with both hands, and as soon as the tip of his tongue touched the hole, I immediately shuddered. He sucked the love juice flowing out of my vagina and started teasing my lower body.

I just felt my whole lower body burning, and this burning quickly made me sink down, and made all the nerve endings there excited, capturing the wonderful feeling brought by his every movement.

He first licked my pubic hair from top to bottom, and stopped when he reached the clitoris, but the pubic hair pulled the skin, causing the extremely sensitive clitoris to start to feel some anticipation. Then lick the groove between my labia majora and minora, and then the labia minora.

The tongue and the cock give me completely different feelings. The tongue is dexterous, hot, smooth and can provide the most detailed and comprehensive stimulation. He is so skilled, and the most important thing is that he understands me completely, understands my desires and responses, and never misses any details.

During this time, he didn't touch my clitoris and vagina at all, just like doing thorough warm-up before strenuous exercise, and I was already dizzy.

Finally, he used his right thumb to push up the covering on the clitoris, exposing my delicate and fragile red bean. Then he paused for a second, and I immediately felt a tingling sensation. It was the tip of his tongue licking me the softest, like a flower brushing a willow, close yet not so close, so that I had to twist my body hard to feel it. "Oh...oh...oh..." As he moved, moans flew out of my dry throat one after another.

I really need to moan when making love. I know he likes to hear me moan, but even if he doesn't know, I can't help it. At that time, the power accumulated in my chest can only be released in this way.

Then he gradually increased the force, but still very gently, because the clitoris is different from the vagina, it is so sensitive that excessive movement will only make the pain cover up the pleasure. Sometimes he used the tip of his tongue to press against the base of the clitoris from below and gently wriggle it, sometimes he swept it gently horizontally back and forth, and sometimes he swirled it quickly around it.

My lower abdomen soon began to cramp, and the contracting vagina once again pushed the liquid out of the body like a tide. He pulled his left hand out from under my buttocks and scratched my hole with one finger (that's why he always kept his nails short and clean). Liquid kept pouring out, and my perineum and anus were already flooded.

The spasms were intensifying, and his fingers slid smoothly into my vagina and slowly thrust in and out. At the same time, his tongue no longer stopped, licking my clitoris in small but fast movements with the maximum force I could accept.

The climax came immediately! The waves hit me and drowned me. I was like a drowning person struggling desperately to grab a piece of driftwood, but there was nothing. There was no pressure from his body and no strong impact. I could only put down my arms and pull at the sheets, but this contradiction became another force that threw me onto the crest of the wave.

"Ah...ah...ah..." He immediately began to move his fingers quickly, and the vagina also reached orgasm! The flesh walls squeezed his fingers eagerly, trying to find the texture of the penis.

Even though one finger was too thin (he never inserted more fingers), it was much more flexible than a penis, and with his understanding of my vagina, he started rubbing the G-spot after pumping it for a while.

A violent electric current then vibrated my whole body from my lower abdomen. My body alternately became limp and convulsive again and again. My moans turned into sobs again. Suddenly, I felt the urge to urinate from my lower abdomen. I immediately stiffened and felt a large amount of hot water like urine gushing out.

──This is what is called "Squirting", right?

I like him giving me oral sex like this. I mean not only using his tongue, but also a finger. This mode allows me to get both clitoral and vaginal orgasms at the same time. Although this cannot be called a perfect storm, this strange feeling is not something that people who have not experienced it can imagine.

This was my seventh orgasm. He pulled out his fingers, sucked the mucus off them, stood up and dragged me, who was still in a daze, to the bed and made me kneel.

I was so exhausted that I didn't have the strength to lift my upper body. I just lay on the bed, but because I was kneeling with my buttocks raised high, he could see me clearly. So he got out of bed and turned on the headlights, and the light immediately hurt my eyes.

He held the penis in his left hand, and separated my labia with his right hand, pointing the glans upwards. Then he held my hips with both hands and pushed his waist forward. The penis then "popped" in all the way.

It was then that I realized his penis had grown to its size and could not get any bigger. Even though my vagina no longer actively contracted to wrap around it, it was still tightly attached to my flesh walls. Moreover, because it is inserted from behind, the glans is directly pressing against the center of the flower and beating, unlike insertion from the front, where you can feel the center of the flower being hit during the sprint and climax.

He just kept pushing against me without moving for about half a minute, and only started thrusting after he felt my breathing calmed down a little.

He slowly pulled out his penis to the glans, then slowly inserted it, and then immediately began the fastest kind of thrusting - pulling it out slightly, and immediately inserting it. The key is speed, he is very fast, his scrotum slapping the two labia, and the sound is like the final stage of the physical education teacher leading everyone to do high kicks or clapping their hands to the beat when they are sprinting, saying "fast, fast, fast" while clapping: "Pa pa pa pa..."

This is right because he knows that my vagina has no strength left, and it will take a long time to make me reach the next orgasm through the friction between the flesh walls and the penis. And if the vagina does not contract enough, he will not have much pleasure.

It is better to directly hit the pistil like this, because the deeply buried pistil has never been plucked during oral sex, and now it is ripe...

Soon, I began to moan again, and my vagina also woke up under the stimulation of the pistil. His speed was so fast that before I had time to respond, my vagina had already contracted violently with the last bit of overdrawn strength, and a hot stream burst out from the pistil and directly poured onto the glans.

I felt him shudder, and thought he was about to ejaculate, but he groaned, quickly stopped, barely held it in, and continued to thrust rapidly, "Ah──" I couldn't help but scream out loudly, my pistil had been slightly opened by the impact of the glans: "Don't stop...ah...ah...don't stop..."

His sweat splashed onto my back and slid down my back. The speed at which my vagina contracted could no longer keep up with the speed of his thrusting. I felt dizzy and as if I had been torn into pieces, flying, flying, flying into space, scattering into sand, light, and wind...

He still held back from ejaculating, and after the vagina's orgasmic contraction passed, he pulled out his wet penis and rubbed the glans upwards from the labia. I soon understood what he meant. He was smearing the love juice on the anus. To be honest, I didn't really like him fucking my anus. I remember the first time he fucked me from behind, he excitedly shouted, "Oh my God! You can't imagine how hot and tight it is inside." I was happy that he was excited, but I really just felt like defecating. Fortunately, he is not addicted and only does it occasionally.

He pressed his glans against my anus, held the penis with his hand, and slowly turned it left and right to screw the glans in. I couldn't help but squeeze my anus, and he immediately let out a comfortable "oh". Because the entire penis was lubricated, he quickly inserted it all in and began to thrust slowly.

I squeezed my anus in rhythm with his, and he knew what I meant, so he relaxed and went all out. I tried hard to capture it, hoping to find a little more pleasure and make him more satisfied.

Every time I felt a little bit of pleasure, I would scream out loud, and soon, the pleasures would slowly accumulate. Although it was not enough to bring me to orgasm, it was enough to make me scream.

It is true that there is a bit of reluctance, but I am not ashamed of it because it is to satisfy my man. He is my only one and I want to give him everything I have.

He finally came, and after thrusting his cock twice, I quickly held him tightly, and the hot semen spurted out immediately, several times in a row, a lot each time. Then, he stayed in my body for a few more seconds before pulling out his softening penis and falling onto the bed.

(three)

He turned off the computer, came over and hugged me, and pressed me against the wall so that I couldn't struggle. Then he lifted one of my legs and put his hand into my panties. It's already wet there, probably because I was just thinking about the ecstasy that happened last night alone!

He used his fingertips to fiddle with my labia and clitoris in a mess, his breathing heavy, and I knew that I was also aroused, and the pen in my hand and all other thoughts were thrown aside - his sexiness always made me unable to control myself, and from the first day I met him, I knew that he was the only person I could never refuse.

His hot lips stroked along my neck, his lower body swelled and pressed hard against me, making me contract involuntarily. He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. Within seconds he had stripped me naked, and he pulled down his jeans and white underwear (his slippers had already been kicked off), his cock and testicles popping out.

I had already gotten into position, lying on the edge of the bed with my legs wide open, exposing my hole to him in full view.

My vagina was swollen and painful, and my whole body was burning. I just wanted him to fuck me, fuck me! The harder the better... He lifted my legs with both hands, aimed his glans at the hole, and it all came in with a "pop". At that moment, I just felt satisfied!

We then began to thrust and twist like crazy, and I seemed to have become a conqueror like him, wanting only to devour the other.

Our bodies were constantly vibrating due to the pleasure, and soon we reached orgasm together. His semen and my vaginal fluid were ejected almost at the same time, mixed together, and kept overflowing from the hole.

A thought suddenly came to my mind: "I'm pregnant!?" I felt a strange change in my uterus. It seemed to be very hot, but it only felt warm, very, very warm, and something was stirring gently...

Of course it’s impossible for me to be pregnant. The test paper shows that today is my safe period. Since I’ve been with him, this is something I must do every morning.

He didn't continue, but pulled out his still erect penis and lay down beside me to caress my breasts, kneading them and lightly teasing my nipples with his fingers. My breathing, which had not yet calmed down, became rapid again, and my nipples stood up and trembled slightly.

His fingers seemed to be electrified, and a thin and concentrated electric current ran down from the small crack of the nipple, spreading to the lower abdomen and throughout the body. I couldn't stand such stimulation. I felt hot all over and began to desire his possession again.

I moaned and twisted, but it was no use. He loved seeing me like this - baring everything to him, both physically and mentally, and he was slow to come to the rescue.

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. I struggled to turn over, and rode on him with my back to him. I held his cock with one hand, and with the other hand I spread my labia and held the glans, and sat down hard... His cock went straight in, and with my weight, it pressed down hard on the center of my flower.

Waves of numbness suddenly hit me one after another, and I almost collapsed. My pores immediately contracted. I let out a soft exclamation and dug my nails deeply into his arms.

After I regained a little consciousness, my body began to contract violently. I twisted up and down, front and back, left and right like a possessed person, allowing his glans to hit every tender flesh in my vagina. The vaginal walls tightened again and again, pushing me to a higher peak with each tightening.

He also held my hips tightly, pushing me down in rhythm with my movements, breathing in cold air.

I was already intoxicated in the prelude to the climax, when suddenly I heard him say, "Louder! Louder!" I knew he was about to come, so I shouted even louder, and sure enough, soon, just like last time, our fluids merged together at the same time, slowly flowing down and soaking his thick pubic hair.

I lay on my back on his chest, wanting to rest for a while, but he wouldn't give in. He pushed me towards his lower body, holding my hips and pulling me up.

I know that he wants 69. He doesn't like me giving him oral sex alone. He said that if he did that his feelings would be controlled by the woman, and he couldn't control the woman, so he wouldn't have a sense of conquest. So every time he wants me to suck him, I choose 69. And I like it too.

I leaned over him. His penis had become a little soft, but the glans was still proudly protruding from the foreskin. The mucus on it was shining, and his masculine scent was dizzying.

I held it, gently put the glans into my mouth, sucked it softly, and swirled my tongue around it, occasionally using the tip of my tongue to press against the urethra or slide across the groove of the flesh. With the other hand, I held the scrotum and pinched the testicles.

(He is a clean man, and from the beginning, I had no objection to giving him oral sex. His smell just made the air more sexy.)

At the same time, his tongue had slid into my vagina, then slid out, and explored inside the clitoral foreskin, teasing my trembling clitoris. I felt the warm liquid in my vagina continuously flowing out, along the gap between my labia, and into his mouth.

I continued to suck him, and the range had expanded to the entire penis and scrotum. He stood up again, and the mucus oozing from the urethra drew a shiny arc between it and my face, looking so obscene.

69 is a very strange position. After being stimulated, both he and I will stimulate each other more crazily involuntarily, but our more violent movements have nothing to do with ourselves, unlike in normal sex - for example, if I arch my waist, I can get closer to him and let him penetrate deeper.

This is not the case with 69. This relatively indirect mode of sex requires a perfect understanding. Two years of sexual relationship have given us complete understanding, and we can get complete sexual pleasure from this understanding.

He held my waist tightly with one hand and used the other hand to separate my labia. Because I was on top, my clitoris was exposed to the root and was being rapidly scrubbed by his tongue. My uterus tightened, my labia majora twitched, and water kept flowing.

And he, too, had more mucus. The veins on the penis bulged, and the glans, which was swollen and purple and translucent, kept pulsating, and was about to explode. I endured the spasm in my lower body, and frantically stuffed the cock into my mouth as hard as I could, wrapped it around it, and sucked it in and out.

Soon, the climax came, my lower body softened and pressed against his face, my lower abdomen tightened, my uterus and vagina seemed to wrinkle into a ball, and after a pause, it bloomed with all my strength, this was the most beautiful moment...

I hugged him tightly with both hands, and was about to moan weakly with my lips relaxed, when his cock suddenly thrust forward, and a torrent of liquid shot into my mouth, which I couldn't close in time. It was hot, thick, and fishy. Then there was another stream, and another stream, on my face and neck.

(Four)

After the guests left, he turned on his computer to play games. After I put away the dishes, I started to clean the kitchen.

From the speakers I could hear the sound of people walking in the mud in the distance, and I knew he was playing those boring porn games again.

I still don't understand why he still needs such unrealistic things even though he already has me?

"Puff, puff..." Someone was constantly moving forward in the mud, and the actress was moaning exaggeratedly... I stretched my head to look at him - he had taken off everything except a thin pair of pajamas, and there were bloodstains on his smooth back.

I sighed and went about my business, looking forward to the night.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my breasts from behind. When I came to my senses, the mud and the moaning actress had disappeared at some point. I put down the cleaning cloth, pried his hands apart, and turned to face him. He was looking at me with a snicker, and of course, his lower body was pressing against my belly. Without saying a word, he turned me over and pressed me onto the countertop next to the sink.

"Is it not okay to go to bed?"

"No! I want it now!"

He lifted my skirt neatly, took off my panties and threw them aside, parted my labia minora, rubbed the hot glans on my labia, then thrust his waist forward and penetrated me forcefully from behind, "Ah--" I was immediately filled up.

He held my hips and began to penetrate slowly, deeper each time. I couldn't help but moan. The flesh walls tightly wrapped around the penis, and the friction was so clear that I seemed to hear the "pop pop" sound as the edge of the glans scraped across the wrinkles on the flesh walls.

The penis was still swelling, squeezing my vagina which was constantly contracting, making it feel sore and swollen.

After moving for a while, he stopped and dragged me backwards so that my upper body left the cabinet, with only my elbows supported on it and my hips raised high. My breasts were suddenly freed from the oppression and swayed under my body. The engorged nipples were like two red cherries, full and about to burst.

He grabbed my breasts from behind and slowly pulled out his penis, leaving only the glans in my labia. After taking a deep breath, he thrust it back in violently. His scrotum hit my labia with a "bang!" sound. He then slowly pulled out and thrust it in violently again. "Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa" echoed in my ears and inside my body.

I looked down at his heavy scrotum, which was sometimes closer and sometimes farther away, and at our pubic hair, which was soaked and stuck together by the liquid... My vision gradually blurred, and I finally fell from the edge of the abyss.

“Haha…haha…ah──it feels so good…you’re so thick…so good…haha…oh──oh…”

He did not speed up, still maintaining the previous rhythm, but from time to time he shook it up and down and left and right. His penis was like a red-hot iron, stirring up and down in the vagina, and the glans stabbed in different directions. My whole body was soft, but my lower abdomen was twisted and tightened. My vagina was flooded with water, and every time he thrust in, there would be a "gulp" sound. In the midst of the deep water and heat, the hungry flesh walls tightly wrapped around the penis, feeling its bulging blood vessels and rough glans, feeling its aggressive advance and exhausted withdrawal.

This time he persisted for a very long time, almost staying in the precise state of mechanical movement. Under the continuous stimulation, my orgasm surged: "Don't stop! Don't stop...ah...it's coming...it's coming! It's coming! Oh - oh - huh..." His waist trembled, and he immediately increased his strength, and from time to time he pressed against the soft flesh of my flower heart, grinding it as hard as he could.

Every time the cock moved forward, it created a huge wave that pushed me into the spinning seabed. I just had time to surface to breathe a breath of oxygen before I was caught up by another wave...

I shivered, my body frantically meeting his impact, my vagina and uterus spasmed and deformed, the center of my flower opened, sucking on my glans like a suction cup...

As the sea swallowed me, the flame of passion spread out with my uterus as the center. My pores, fingertips, and every drop of blood were all burning. My blood vessels were like oil roads, transmitting the flames, rolling and surging all the way, even igniting the sea water and turning the sea surface red.

"Oh...ah-oh-fuck me! It feels so good...so good...fuck me to death! Woo-oh..." The moaning first turned into sobbing, then weakened, with an occasional exclamation or two, and gradually turned into sobbing.

In the confusion, I suddenly felt his glans throbbing violently, his penis became bigger, and my vagina was swollen and felt extremely sore and soft. I knew he was about to come.

He took a deep breath, lifted one of my legs, and after thrusting hard at an angle for dozens of times, his penis suddenly struggled, and the glans was immediately sucked into the center of the flower, jumping and spurting out waves of hot and thick semen.

The hot semen poured over my pistil, my whole body shook, my soul instantly left my body, and I completed the final ritual of orgasm... The semen and vaginal fluid mixed together, overflowed from my vagina, and dripped down my thighs.

He fell on my back, his heart pounding against my chest. After a few minutes, his penis slipped out of my vagina and he also slid down, lying on his back on the floor. He seemed to fall asleep immediately, but I was still in the aftermath.

After his panting subsided, I took a towel and wiped the sweat off his chest, abdomen and forehead. Looking at his pure and handsome face, I couldn't help but reach out and stroke it gently, with tenderness in my heart.

After a while, he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I took his hands, put them on my breasts and rubbed them gently, and said angrily, "Don't you care about me?" He laughed again and pointed down with his chin - only half of the glans was exposed outside the foreskin, with some white fluid hanging on it, and looked listless.

It is difficult to describe the male organ with the word "beauty", but I do think it looks very good. When the tip is exposed, it is red and chubby. The blue and red blood vessels are reflected under the foreskin. After erection, the glans, foreskin, blood vessels and even the scrotum will turn into a charming purple-red color.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss his glans, then climbed above him, half hanging in the air, and rubbed his face with my nipples. He raised his head and put each nipple into his mouth, making circles with his tongue. The areola then contracted rapidly and the nipple became firm.

I continued to rub his nipples downwards and he closed his eyes in contentment. The nipples teased his chest, abdomen and then continued down. Soon, my vagina started to heat up again, and his penis became hard, and the glans slid across my abdomen and into my cleavage.

He reached out his hand, grabbed her breast, and gently pushed it towards the middle. Suddenly, a current of electricity struck me, and I felt very comfortable. I couldn't help but hold his hand with my hand and squeeze it hard twice, while swinging it back and forth.

He quickly became excited and his cock grew bigger. My breasts were not full enough to cover it, so I had to squeeze harder towards me. His glans began to secrete that transparent mucus again. I lowered my head and kissed it in rhythm.

After swinging back and forth for dozens of times, I was already panting. He became more and more excited. Finally, he turned over, let me lie down, half-squatted and half-knelt, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, held my wet breasts with both hands, and poked into the hole that was still opening and closing from top to bottom.

This position seemed very easy to get used to, and he thrust hard and vengefully, plunging his glans completely into my uterus with each thrust. I was already barely breathing, and the last bit of my breath was just floating in the sky.

After who knows how many times he did it, he ejaculated again, but obviously not as much as last time.

After ejaculating, he let go of my legs, leaving his penis inside, and lay on top of me - this time he really fell into a deep sleep.

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Dear, do you remember the first time we met? You were silent for a long time, and the first thing you said was: "Are you a virgin?"

I was extremely surprised at that time, but I didn’t realize that I would become the woman in front of you today. You didn't believe I was a virgin until that night I gave you my first time, and now, you don't believe that my future will only belong to you.

You often say with a smile that you are fortunately not an ED. Only I understand that even if you really are an ED, I will fall in love with you at first sight just like I did before, forever.

I make love not because it gives me pleasure, or gives me orgasms, or anything else, but because it's with you.

But you don't believe me. I think you just don't understand a woman's love.

The original poster is a pretty girl! Love you so much

I would be sorry if I didn't recommend such a good post.

Come and push it with me!

I would be sorry if I didn't recommend such a good post.

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

The original poster is so handsome! Love you so much

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

Stop by and take a look. . . Push it. . .

He is a genius who posted this

I think what the original poster said makes sense.