The sandy beaches in the South are always endless. Stepping on the soft sand in the abundant sunshine will make me burst into a gush of laughter.
I feel happy, behind the smile there is a series of stories; I crouch down on the beach, squinting my eyes to face the South, behind the story floating up in the air, a story of the South, a story of me and him.
The window screen blocked the dazzling sunlight, but I still closed my eyes, but as soon as I opened the curtains, I couldn’t control the shyness in my heart.
His hands came up from behind to encircle me, his nimble fingers resting on my breasts, sweeping rhythmically over my sensitive bulges. Even though I was covered in clothes, I still felt an unbearable heat, it was his huge palms that opened up and gripped my breasts, and it was also my own heart that emitted an unbearable fire of desire. I once warned myself, this trip to the South must be guarded like a jade, the more reserved, the more to maintain my honor in his heart, but now, just through the clothes of the contact, has made me uncontrollable love, God’s soul, how to do?
I thought that clenching my teeth would be the answer, but…his other hand was traveling through my panties. My fingers brushed against my pubic hair and I let out a wave of shivers; they climbed through my pubic hair and made contact with my moist bottom and I knew I was about to lose it all; they roamed between my labia and then suddenly came in with a burst of penetration, and I distinctly heard a gasp, a moan, and I was even more aware that he heard that it was my own voice.
Or, behaviorally I’d long ago given up resisting, only mentally I still didn’t want to surrender. But as the clothes were removed from my body, one by one, I was surprisingly a little turned on, and even complained a little about him being too slow on the uptake.
My breasts were finally fully exposed and my nipples were finally standing up to the sky. I knew that this pair of blushes could definitely turn the world upside down and make all men stare in awe, but I never thought that what I had been showing as a weapon of victory would now become a dam to be breached.
He didn’t let my blush defeat him, but instead, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and sucked and slurped my peak into his mouth. His hands squeezed around the breasts while his tongue rolled around the peaks, one on the inside and the other on the outside, so that the whole mountain was captured. When he lifted his head, I knew that the hardened peak had long been like a soldier waving a white flag, making a sound of surrender, and the only difference was that the soldier actually expected the enemy to come and take one more yawn, or even two or three.
Unfortunately, he had already shifted the goalposts; he sat up, looked at my satisfied face, and then quickly pulled down his underwear, and flicked the huge column in front of me. I have never been so close to such a huge column, in an instant I felt at a loss for words, I wanted to turn my head away, but I couldn’t; as a result, in this moment of hesitation, he looked at his own thick limbs with one hand, and pressed my head with the other, and with the force of his two hands, my head and his body quickly approached each other, and I was too late to be shocked, as his marvelous column had already rushed straight into my mouth, filling up every inch of the space in my oral cavity.
It was only a matter of three or two seconds from shock to realization, and I suddenly realized that my greed was far greater than I had ever imagined. My mouth was on his lower body, my tongue glided between the swollen lower body as if I had no knowledge of how to do it, sometimes running around the column, sometimes turning and pressing on the top of the column; it was as if he was enjoying himself like never before, and he collapsed on the bed, and I was able to gain the advantage of the situation, and my head began to rhythmically move high and low on his lower body, and my mouth sucked and slurped at the same time in a rhythmical manner. The entire length of his column was moisturized in almost every inch of my bunada.
I thought that this reversal would bring me victory, but just as he was about to become intolerable, he suddenly made a big turn and switched my position with his.
I just collapsed on the bed, his huge column had already been withdrawn from my mouth, I reached out and grabbed it, it was very hot; I just wanted to pull “him” into my mouth again, but he actually stretched his waist, and his other hand had already reached out in front of my uncovered hole, and then without saying a word, apart from his big finger, all four of his fingers were inserted into my hole at the same time, and the feeling of fullness was unforgettable for the rest of my life. The feeling of fullness was unforgettable, and at the same time, it also made me realize that I really had the “capacity to accommodate others”.
His four fingers were not only unsatisfied when they entered the hole, but they also had to go left and right, and I screamed, but it turned out that the screaming only encouraged them more. The four brothers left each other, but the eldest brother immediately assisted, without any prior warning, ran in at once, and then out and in and out of the thrusts.
During that time, I tried to sit up and lift my body up and down with all my strength, in order to force the pillar into the depths of the abyss. I knew that I had done my best, especially when I could feel the pillar being pushed into the depths of the abyss; however, what was discouraging was that no matter how hard I tried, the pillar’s thickness remained unchanged, and its energy did not diminish.
He went in and out countless times in the normal position, and the speed was amazing, then sideways, my body turned sideways and unable to resist, he pulled my waist with both hands and pumped, the huge column deeper than before; then high into the legs were separated by his hands, almost resting on his arms, the hole below opened up several times larger than usual, with an overflow of juice, when he pushed his waist into the “” squeak” obscene sounds. squeaking” as he pushed his hips in and out.
With a loud moan, I appealed for surrender, but unfortunately, this appeal only turned into a sound of encouragement, which made him even more powerful. Each time he withdrew, he brought me a slight emptiness, and then the original one was filled rapidly, right up to the top, and the fullness of this loss made me want to refuse to return.
After a series of struggles, he – next – pulled out the fire pole, which spat out lava, shooting it bit by bit across my chest, sliding over my breasts, around my nipples, and then sliding down my side like a waterfall. I only regretted why the lava wasn’t enough to coat my entire body. My regrets were compensated for two or three years later, when I received eleven simultaneous firings.
But even so, when I walked on the fine sand of the South again, the first feeling he gave me was still the most interesting story in my mind.
The beaches of the South are always endless, including memories.