(Fiction or Non-Fiction You Decide) KTV SS Senior (short story)

[marcussia]

(This story may or may not be true. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or places is purely coincidental—or perhaps not. Interpretations are left to the reader’s discretion.)

With the growing use of AI language models, this story has been rewritten by one of the most widely used LLMs, with a few tweaks. So, it might be a bit exaggerated! So take it with a pinch of salt.

It was in t the early 90's and my bro's brought me out to my first experience in KTV lounges. This was an old KTV in Katong, not the atas kind in the central SG. Though my first, it was an experience to remember...

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Name: Ice
Background: Secondary School Senior from the Technical Stream, typical ah lian kind.
Looks: Older and more mature looking than her actual age
Boobs: Large, but starting to sag a bit, nice big round areolas with protruding nipples (not too long)
Body: On the larger size, with slight tummy, wide hips with some thick buns around the back.

First Time KTV Experience

I think it was in the '90s, and it was my first time at a KTV. The place was located in one of those shady Katong shops, with two floors—the ground floor had an open area, while the second floor had private rooms.

Being the youngest in the group, my friends were experienced regulars and mentioned that there were Singaporean "ah lians" (back then, they were my favourite type) working there. I'll skip the SOP stuff and get straight to the juicy details.

The mamasan brought in a line-up of about 6 or 7 girls, and one of them instantly caught my eye. It was someone I recognized from my secondary school days, she was one of the technical streams "ah lians," small time school "Da Jie Da". I can’t remember her real name, but her KTV nickname was "Ice."

She wasn't the typical skinny "ah lian" type, but rather a bit plump with some love handles around her tummy. Life didn’t seem to have been too kind to her. Despite having graduated from secondary school only a few years earlier (I think she was around 20 or 21 at the time), she looked more like someone in her late 20s or early 30s. With thick, caked-on makeup, highlighted hair, and wearing a spaghetti strap top covered by a weathered leather jacket and a short mini skirt, she looked like the kind of hooker you’d see in American movies complete with black lace stockings, some small scratches, and all.

Drinking and playing hand games were the standard SOP. But since it was my first time, she took more of the initiative, after asking the question she “第一次啊?" (First time?). Being a young man with a bit of ego, I brushed it off and told her I was a seasoned player. But seeing how my friends were all playing with their girls I couldn’t help but realize that I probably looked like an inexperienced boy, like it was my first time in a place like this.

All around us, kissing, fondling, and other intimate activities were in full swing, yet I was the only one sitting with my girl, simply resting my hand on her thigh with the occasional fingers brushing against her G-string.

The most experienced of my friends had his girl perched on his lap, with her thighs spread wide. He tugged down her top, pulling her close as he sucked on her breasts, one hand on her back while the other ventured beneath, trying to finger her. He was a regular here, and she was his regular.

"Ice," noticing my hesitation, took the lead. She gently grasped my hand and guided it to her chest. My fingers met the soft warmth of her breast, and as I hesitantly began to knead, I realized there was no innerwear underneath her top. Her breasts were small "C" cup-sized, though slightly deflated (most likely due to previous pregnancy). As I continued, her nipples grew firm under my touch, and I felt a twinge of excitement. Perhaps in my nervousness, I applied too much pressure, causing her to let out a soft cry. Startled, I quickly withdrew my hand, worried I’d hurt her. But she simply took my hand again, placing it back with purpose, guiding it underneath as she pulled me closer. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.

The alcohol in my system left me feeling looser, my inhibitions fading. One hand continued to explore her chest playing with her now erected nipples, while the other ventured lower, encountering the heat emanating from her body. My own arousal was undeniable, pressing against my shorts. Meanwhile, her hands roamed as well, one brushing my hair, the other teasing the growing bulge in my lap, heightening the intensity between us.

The moment grew more intense as my finger began to explore her now damp and inviting warmth pussy. Suddenly, the TV screens flickered, flashing a code in the corner, and a sudden burst of music filled the room. "Ice" noticed and gently stopped me, pulling my hand away. Leaning close, she whispered softly in my ear, "等我 (wait for me)." Reluctantly, I let her go.

We returned to drinking and partying, my friends teasing me for being the "hero" of the day. They joked about how "Ice" was usually lukewarm towards them, only going the extra when the money was meeting the point. Their words didn't surprise me, but they stirred an ache in my chest. Hearing about the explicit things she supposedly did for money made me feel a pang of guilt for a senior schoolmate, now caught in such a life. But that feeling didn’t linger for long; the alcohol and the lively atmosphere took over, dulling those emotions as we move back into the party.

[junior_cannibal]

Nice thread. Thanks TS.

[TanYL]

[QUOTE=marcussia;24147958](This story may or may not be true. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or places is purely coincidental—or perhaps not. Interpretations are left to the reader’s discretion.)

With the growing use of AI language models, this story has been rewritten by one of the most widely used LLMs, with a few tweaks. So, it might be a bit exaggerated! So take it with a pinch of salt.

It was in t the early 90's and my bro's brought me out to my first experience in KTV lounges. This was an old KTV in Katong, not the atas kind in the central SG. Though my first, it was an experience to remember...

Profile
Name: Ice
Background: Secondary School Senior from the Technical Stream, typical ah lian kind.
Looks: Older and more mature looking than her actual age
Boobs: Large, but starting to sag a bit, nice big round areolas with protruding nipples (not too long)
Body: On the larger size, with slight tummy, wide hips with some thick buns around the back.

First Time KTV Experience

I think it was in the '90s, and it was my first time at a KTV. The place was located in one of those shady Katong shops, with two floors—the ground floor had an open area, while the second floor had private rooms.

Being the youngest in the group, my friends were experienced regulars and mentioned that there were Singaporean "ah lians" (back then, they were my favourite type) working there. I'll skip the SOP stuff and get straight to the juicy details.



So many stories you can go and be a author for sex books

[Ranger1]

Originally Posted by junior_cannibal

Nice thread. Thanks TS.

Power bro...

[Orange22]

Very good start bro. Please continue!

[marcussia]

Special Event

"Ice" returned noticeably more intoxicated than when she had left. Her top was slightly dishevelled, misaligned on her body as though it had been hastily removed and put back on. She walked with a slight limp, her legs spaced a bit further apart, struggling to maintain her balance in her long heels. It wasn’t hard to guess what might have happened while she was away.

When she softly fell into my arms, I noticed smudges of lipstick still faintly visible on her face, though it seemed she had tried to clean them up and reapplied a fresh layer. Her mascara was slightly smudged as well, but unlike her lipstick, it hadn’t been touched up. Her black lace stockings were conspicuously missing, seemingly removed at some point.

Taking a sip of my drink, I set the thoughts aside as we picked up right where we had left off.

"我要 (I want)," she murmured, her voice husky and charged with desire. As the dim lights flickered and the pulse of techno music filled the room, she climbed onto me with a confident sway. Her movements were deliberate, every grind of her pussy on the bulge in my pants was a tantalizing tease, our mouths meeting in fiery, unrestrained kisses.

She tugged her top upward, her bare skin glowing in the muted light as she pulled my face into her soft, inviting bosoms. My hands roamed instinctively, lifting the hem of her miniskirt. The curve of her body melted into my touch as I parted her ass cheeks, fingers slipping beneath the delicate barrier of her G-string. The heat of pussy met my tentative exploration, a slick warmth teasing at the tip of my finger as it penetrated.

“有套吗? (Do you have a condom?)” she whispered, pulling back her body just enough to let her words settle between us. Her hands slid to my waistband, tugging my pants downward, her gaze locking on the hardness of my cock that pulsed with urgency between us.

Inwardly, I cursed myself for ignoring my friends' advice to restock. I scanned the room for salvation, my friends who are lost in their own worlds with their partners, had no time to spare for me, as the moans and lust filled the room.

Sensing my disappointment, she leaned in close, her breath brushing my ear. “不用紧，我用口 (It's okay, I'll use my mouth),” she said with a wicked smile. Sliding from my lap, her soft and warm hands holding on my cock, she tilted her head to take control in a way that left no room for resistance.

Her lips parted with a deliberate slowness, as her tongue licked her newly applied lipstick, a flicker of lust in her gaze as she leaned closer. The warmth of her breath sent shivers down my spine, and the first touch was electric, a gentle, teasing caress of my cock in her hands that hinted at her intent. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, and filled with a practiced rhythm as her tongue licked my cock, the slow and wet sensation spoke of her experience in her skills.

She held shaft delicately, her fingers curling around my cock as she brought it closer. Her lips parted slightly, and the first touch of her saliva coated tongue met my cock. She started at the very top, savouring the throbbing hardness as it twitched on at the first touch. Each lick was deliberate, drawing intricate spirals on the shaft, a quiet rhythm of enjoyment.

With every pass, the once towering cock disappeared into her mouth under her steady attention. Her eyes sparkled with a slight disorientation before switching to a moment of bliss etched into her face as I pushed my cock suddenly deeper into her throat. Bit by bit, she worked her way, with the motion of her head getting faster. As the motion sped up, my last line of resistance was disappearing as my body started twitching for the final finale of release.

"要射了 (I want to shoot)" as both hands instinctively grab hold of her head, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth, as I started to unload my cum. She started gagging as it filled her mouth, with the last drop of release, she releases my now slowly going soft cock. A sweeping lick, catching the last traces of oozing cum clinging to its edges. A soft smile played on her lips as she finished, savouring the last moment before the drained cock soften lightly between her fingers.

I found my hand moving instinctively, fingers still tangling in her hair, guiding her gently but firmly back to clean up the remaining cum on my cock. She held the now limp cock delicately, but a soft trail of left over cum and saliva was still on the shaft, slipping onto her fingers. Without hesitation, she leaned forward as I pushed her down, her tongue sweeping across the shaft to catch the dripping sweetness. Her eyes fluttered shut momentarily, as if savouring every trace of the creamy delight, a small smile of indulgence curling on her lips.

The timing was perfect. We wrapped up just as the special event ended, the lights gradually brightening and the upbeat techno music transitioning back to the familiar KTV tracks we had selected earlier. “Ice” sat up, adjusting her outfit—straightening her top and smoothing out her mini skirt. I caught a glimpse of her fixing her G-string, which had slipped down to her thighs.

I began tidying up as well, reaching for tissues from the box on the table to clean myself up. Around the room, my friends had mostly finished by now. They were already back to drinking and playing games with their ladies. The eldest in our group glanced my way, offering an approving wink and a subtle thumb-up, his gesture a wordless “well done.”

By the time “Ice” had finished getting herself in order, she slid into the seat beside me. We returned to the rhythm of the night—drinking, singing, and indulging in playful flirtation.

As our session drew closer to its end, “Ice” left the room twice more, only to return each time to collect her tips. The extra service, as I’d come to understand, was worth an additional $100 on top of the usual rate. Even so, that wasn’t quite the end.

[junior_cannibal]

NICE update, though it's just a BBBJ and CIM.
Love your writing style. Please bring on the CIP and more.

[Barli]

Hmmmm, really ah

[WeAreDeWorld]

Originally Posted by junior_cannibal

Please bring on the CIP and more.

Hopefully next visit

[marcussia]

Round 2

She sat beside me again, her presence exudes lewdness, her touch tender and soft. Her fingers intertwined with mine, a gentle massage that felt more intimate than words. Then, in a voice soft as a whisper, she asked, "要不要等我，不用extra (Do you want to wait for me? No extra charge)"

The words came with a giggle, playful yet deliberate, and I found myself nodding instinctively—like a child trusting a stranger with candy. Her giggles lingered in the air as her hand wandered back to my lap, teasing at the stirrings beneath, swelling larger with every touch. Her playful smirk matched the deliberate provocation of her touch.

"等下 (Later)..." she breathed into my ear with a slight pause, her words light as a feather yet charged with intent, "去7-11记得多点买套和KY啊 (go to 7-11 and remember to buy more condoms and KY lube)".

The moment lingered, her words and touch weaving a memory I knew would stay etched in my thoughts.

As we were leaving, my friends peppered me with questions, their curiosity unrelenting. How had I managed to get “Ice” to open up to me? Did I enjoy the blowjob? How much was I paying to bring her back? They laughed, recalling how they’d only ever fucked her in the dim confines of the KTV toilets and never once succeeded taking her out beyond that.

Thankfully, the oldest in the group stepped in, offering me some relief from their incessant interrogation. “Just remember to play safe,” he said with a knowing smirk. “No matter how you feel, she’s still a working girl.”

Taking his advice to heart, I slipped away to the nearest 7-11. There, I grabbed a few packets of condoms, even flavoured ones too, just in case, a couple of bottles of beverages and other essentials for the night ahead. It was all part of the unspoken rituals of encounters like this, each purchase carrying its own mix of anticipation and unease.

I lit a cigarette under the block of shop houses, the acrid smoke curling upward as I waited for “Ice” to appear. The area buzzed with quiet anticipation, mostly older men loitering nearby, their eyes flitting toward the entrance as different ladies emerged one by one, slipping into their waiting cars. I was the odd one out, standing there with no vehicle to drive off in, my hands weighed down by plastic bags stuffed with essentials for later.

Eventually, “Ice” came down, flanked by a few other women. Their laughter carried over, light and teasing, as their eyes briefly flicked in my direction. They waved goodbye to her before scattering off, leaving her alone. She had changed out of her earlier outfit into a loose, oversized t-shirt that hung lazily over a pair of tight hot pants, the hem riding high enough to reveal a hint of her ass cheeks. Ordinary slippers slapped softly against the pavement as she walked.

Her face was bare now, stripped of the heavy makeup she’d worn earlier. The dark circles under her eyes were stark, and her skin bore the marks of wear and tear, but there was still something striking about her. Without the layers of powder and colour, she looked younger, more like the typical ah lian in her early 20s, maybe even younger than how she’d seemed in the dim, painted glow of the KTV.

“对面有Hotel，我们去哪里 (Opposite, there’s a hotel. Let’s go there),” she said, giggling as she grabbed my arm. Her laughter bubbled over as her eyes fell on the plastic bags I was awkwardly juggling. My heart pounded, but not from excitement, but anxiety clawed at me. The alcohol buzz from earlier had worn off, and with it, my fragile courage to fully commit to this arrangement.

At the hotel counter, I fumbled through the check-in process, my mind clouded with doubt. Our ICs were handed over as she leaned in close, whispering in my ear, “我要榨干你 (I’m going to drain you dry).” Her voice was playful, but her words sent a jolt of nervous energy through me. Should I just book a short stay? Before I could decide, she nudged me, and I reluctantly agreed to a full day booking as she suggested.

With the key in hand, we made our way up to the room. The moment we stepped in, I was hit by a musky smell that clung to the stale air. The bed sheets looked worn from too many washes, their colours faded, while the furniture bore the scars of overuse, scratches, dents, cigarette burns and a general air of tiredness. The room felt like something straight out of an old American motel, the kind you’d see in late-night TV dramas.

I placed the plastic bags on the small table by the window, the surface wobbling slightly under their weight. The room was dimly lit, its primary source of illumination the old CRT TV mounted against the wall, its cables tangled like forgotten vines. I switched it on, though the flickering screen offered nothing more than reruns from the hotel’s sparse subscription package.

Before I could settle, I felt her presence behind me. "Ice" slipped her arms around my waist, her embrace both tender and electrifying. Her breasts pressed against my back, her soft skin bare as she’d already removed her top. Her lips found the nape of my neck, planting kisses that sent shivers down my spine. Her hands tugged at my shirt, an unspoken request, and I quickly obliged, fumbling to remove it while she helped guide the fabric over my head.

As I turned to face her, the breath caught in my throat. She stood there, wearing nothing but a delicate G-string, her eyes smouldering with desire. My gaze swept over her, pausing on the long caesarean scar etched across her belly, indicating a silent testament to the life she’d carried before. It didn’t deter me; it only made her feel more real, more human, in this surreal moment.

My body reacted instinctively, my arousal impossible to hide, as my cock became erected. I pulled her close, our lips meeting in a kiss that was all-consuming, tongues entwining as my hands found their way to her breasts. She was intoxicating, a blend of softness and raw passion. Her hands moved lower to my cock, exploring, teasing, as the heat between us became palpable.

For a fleeting moment, I wanted to lay her down on the bed, to lose myself in her completely, raping her raw even if she resisted. But she pulled back, her breathing ragged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Taking my hand, she led me to the bathroom, the air thick with the mingled scents of our sweat and rising pheromones.

The small, tiled space felt charged, the tension between us nearly unbearable. It was lust and longing, raw and unfiltered, filling the air like a storm about to break.

She grasped my hand and guided me toward the small, tiled washing area. The sharp hiss of the shower filled the space as steam began to curl into the air. With deliberate movements, she tore open the tiny hotel packets of soap, letting the gel spill across her palms. She spread it over her breasts, working it into a rich, fragrant lather that trailed along her collarbone and down to her chest. The foam rose in soft peaks between her bosoms, glistening under the warm cascade of water, her motions both casual and mesmerizing, as if lost in the ritual of the moment.

Steam swirled around us, wrapping the room in a haze of heat and desire. She pulled me closer, her movements slow but deliberate, her eyes locking onto mine with a mix of playfulness and intensity. Kneeling before me, as she used her breasts to clasp my cock, the contact was both gentle and lustful, the warmth of her skin blending with the heat of the water cascading behind us.

Her soft giggles echoed softly in the tiled room, a sound as intoxicating as the sensation of her skin. Her arms clasping her breast with my cock snugly squeezed between, the movements became a rhythm, a silent conversation between us, our breaths mingling as the world outside seemed to fade away. It wasn’t just the physical connection, it was the unspoken energy, the pull that bound us in that moment, a shared intensity that left no need for words.

The warmth of her skin against my cock shaft was intoxicating, her soft curves pressing close as the mist from the shower enveloped us. The heat, the touch, and the sheer intimacy of the moment left me adrift, consumed by sensation. My pulse quickened as her movements sent shivers through me, each second more electrifying than the last.

But the intensity built too quickly, too overwhelmingly. I stepped back slightly, my body trembling with the need to release the tension that had been building up in me. Taking my cock in hand, I felt the crescendo rise as she watched, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The moment unfolded like a scene porn set, standing in the shower, my cock in hand, "Ice" had braced herself for what she knew was inevitable, the moment came as I tighten my grip and quicken my hand, it was as if the world itself paused, as a spray of hot cum shot over her face, marking her in a way that seemed both primal and transactional, like a dirty whore you used and dump.

A misstep, a squeeze too tight, or maybe just the universe's sense of humour, the sticky cum mixed with slippery foam spraying across her face. Her mouth, nose, eyes, and even her hair bore the brunt of the attack. Swirls of sticky cum dripped like abstract art, creating a masterpiece of pornographic chaos.

But "Ice" didn’t flinch. In fact, she grinned, a wide, triumphant grin through the layers of the mixture covering her lips. She had been waiting for this. There was no shock, no dismay, only a peculiar sense of pride. It had happened so quickly, so dramatically, so gloriously.

The mess wasn’t a disaster; it was a victory. In a strange, sticky way, she seemed so accomplished.

The warm steam filled the bathroom as she stood up, wiping away the remnants of the sticky white cum and soap suds clinging to her skin. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned closer, attempting to smear some of the mixture onto my face. Laughter echoed in the small space as we played under the hot cascade of water, using each other like human bath sponges, lathering and creating frothy bubbles as our bodies slid against one another.

Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, her soft curves pressing firmly against me. Her smooth skin was slick with soap, and every touch sent sparks skittering through the steam-filled air. She let out a low laugh as I ran my fingers down the curves of her ass cheeks, my touch teasing and exploring the outer doors of her anus. Her hands found their way to me below as well, her delicate touch alternating between playful and intense, as they played with my balls.

The heat of the moment grew, her fingernails trailing across my skin, leaving faint marks that burned with pleasure. The intimacy of the shared space, the connection of our bodies, and the charged air made the world outside feel like a distant memory. In that moment, there was only us, intertwined under the falling water, lost in a dance of sensation and lust.

The bathroom playtime came to an end as we emerged, wrapped snugly in the provided yellowish shower robes, still warm from the lingering steam. The moment we stepped into the room, a rush of cold air from the central air conditioning hit our faces, sending shivers down our spines. Laughing softly, we hurried to the bed, diving beneath the heavy blankets to escape the chill.

It was nearly dawn, the clock inching toward 5 a.m., and exhaustion was starting to take hold. Nestled beneath the covers, the warmth of the blankets enveloped us, pulling us into a shared cocoon of comfort. Our bodies naturally intertwined, like a pair of sleepy foxes curled together in their den, their breaths synchronized, wrapped in the serenity of passionate repose. Slowly, the world outside faded, leaving only the gentle rhythm of slumber to guide us into the morning.

[marcussia]

Round 3 (morning)

I was always a light sleeper, especially when someone else shared the bed with me. I woke up to find “Ice” clinging to my arm, fast asleep. I turned to look at her, her face, bare without makeup, showed signs of neglect. Though her skin was still firm, it carried a tired, uneven texture, with faint crow’s feet and a dullness that spoke of late nights and a lack of sleep. It didn’t match her age, a stark contrast to the youthful energy she shows when we were fooling around.

Her breasts remained firm despite their size, though they were beginning to show the faintest signs of sagging, likely due to their fullness. The skin around her large, round areolas hinted at a history of breastfeeding, with slightly elongated and protruding nipples, a natural marker of motherhood. Her waist bore the faded stretch marks of pregnancy, softened by time, suggesting that her child must be a few years old by now. Just above her lower abdomen, a caesarean scar was cleverly concealed beneath a tattoo of a tribal design, a common style among the trendy ah lians of her generation.

She seemed mindful of her hygiene, keeping her lower region neatly shaved, though the result lacked the precision of a professional Brazilian wax. One of her thighs featured a tattoo of a half-finished design that appeared to depict a Geisha. Unfortunately, the outline was rough and incomplete, leaving the image vague and less striking than it might have been.

The room was cloaked in shadows, with only faint streaks of light filtering through the threadbare hotel curtains, their faded floral pattern barely visible in the dimness. I slipped off the bed as quietly as I could, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. Moving to the window, I eased it open just enough to let in a sliver of air, positioning myself behind the curtain to block out the creeping sunlight.

Reaching into my cigarette pack, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the faint glow from the tip briefly illuminating my fingers. The thin robe I wore clung loosely to my frame, barely concealing what mattered. I leaned against the windowsill, taking a slow drag, the smoke curling lazily in the cool morning air.

Taking a brief moment to gather myself, I walked to the plastic bags and pulled out a bottle of water. The coolness of the bottle against my palm was grounding as I took a sip. My gaze drifted toward the bed, where she lay soundly asleep, her breaths soft and steady. She seemed so peaceful, almost fragile, like a delicate flower untouched by the harshness of the world.

The memories of the night played vividly in my mind, a whirlwind of lust, passion and intensity that began in the dimly lit KTV room and carried through to the cascade of the shower. The electricity of those moments still lingered, an unshakable reminder of raw connection and abandon. A part of me stirred with lust and carnal desire wanting to force myself immediately on her, but I pushed the thought aside.

I moved quietly, my robe falling loosely around me as I approached the bed, careful not to disturb the peaceful figure lying there. The soft rise and fall of her breath filled the room, a calm rhythm that I didn’t want to interrupt. With deliberate movements, I adjusted the blanket, easing it aside with care. My hands trembled slightly as I opened the box of condoms on the bedside table, laying its contents on the bed within reach. Slowly, I placed my hand on her leg, the coldness of her skin grounding me in the moment. I gently shifted her position, mindful of her comfort as the scene unfolded before me, an intimacy that required both tenderness and restraint.

My head lowered toward her, the faint mix of her natural scent and the lingering notes of cheap hotel shampoo enveloping me. Slowly, I guided her thighs further apart, savouring the intimacy of the moment. In the dim light, shadows played over her, hinting at her vulnerability and desire, a quiet testament to the lust we shared.

With both hands prying open her warmth between, my thumbs gently coaxed open her pussy lips, like the careful unveiling of a delicate shell. The softness beneath my touch seemed to breathe with life, each moment an invitation to explore further. My lips hovered close, savouring the anticipation, before my tongue flicked out in the lightest caress on her clit, tasting her essence.

Her body stirred, a fleeting tremor coursing through her as if awakened by the brush of the tide against the shore. Slowly, my mouth explored with the same reverence one might have when revealing the hidden treasure of an oyster, each movement deliberate, each stroke a quiet homage. I felt her respond, subtle and wordless, as though her very being whispered secrets only this moment could unveil.

I could feel the warmth of her pussy on the tip of my tongue as she stirred awake, a gentle tension building in her body. Her thighs shifted slightly, brushing against me as if responding to the moment. I placed my hands gently on her inner thigh delicately prying them apart, my fingers moving with a careful yet intentional touch, just enough to nudge them open without causing them to lose their form.

My hands apply a gentle pressure at first, almost hesitant, coaxing them wider. As I persist, my grip grows a bit firmer, the motion shifting from soft encouragement to a more deliberate push, forcing them to open further. The balance between tenderness and force is precise, I’m careful not to wake her, yet determined enough to widen the space without hesitation.

I knelt between them, my fingers delicately working its way within its moist, sticky depths. Though clearly bearing the marks of being used by many, the pussy, damp opening still offered a snug resistance. It was soft and tender to the touch, and I worked with care, guiding my fingers inside and pressing gently against the walls, finding the right button to stimulate. The pressure stimulated the surface to release more of the sticky nectar.

Slowly, as I carefully eased it open with two fingers, a pale, glistening nectar began to seep out, clinging to my fingers in delicate threads. The steady, rhythmic motion seemed to coax the flow, each movement drawing more of the precious substance into the light.

I leaned closer, my mouth meeting the little pearl, swollen with each lick, as I dug deeper into the pussy, my fingers pressing into its tight pliable structure. The more I worked, the more liquid emerged, dripping onto the bed in silky strands.

"Ice" stirred faintly, still sluggish from the sudden sensations happening to her. She stirred slowly, her body stretching languidly against the sheets as a soft, contented sigh escaped her lips. A low, throaty hum of pleasure followed, the sound trailing off as she nestled deeper into the warmth of the blankets, her eyelids fluttering but reluctant to open. The moment felt both intimate and wild, a delicate balance of lust and instinct as I continued to draw out the nectar’s bounty.

The tension in the air was palpable, every moment charged with anticipation. I felt my pulse quicken, an unfamiliar yet undeniable warmth coursing below me. My hands moved with a careful intent, guided by the unspoken rhythm between us. One hand traced its way downward, brushing against the soft curve of her waist, while the other travelled upward, gently resting against her chest.

Her skin was warm beneath my fingertips, and I could feel her body respond to my touch. A sense of vulnerability and trust passed between us, heightening the intimacy of the moment. My fingers moved with care, exploring her reactions, a balance of softness and deliberate confidence.

Even as my thoughts threatened to lose themselves to the carnal desire of the moment, I found clarity in one simple act. Reaching for the condom packet nearby, I tore it open carefully and ensured we were both protected, a subtle but deliberate reminder of responsibility amidst the passion.

By the time "Ice" had stirred awake, her voice was soft and teasing. She murmured “记得要穿套套 (remember to wear condom)”, her words hanging in the air like a soft suggestion than a command. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit down on the edge of the blanket, her expression a mix of vulnerability and delight. My fingers continued to move in gentle, rhythmic motions, each penetration drawing her closer to her limit, the quiet sounds of intimacy weaving into the stillness of the room.

My hands trembled slightly as I tried to put on the condom, fumbling with the task at hand in my eagerness. After what felt like an eternity, I managed it, albeit not perfectly. But perfection didn’t matter now, this was the moment I had been waiting for. Like a beast, emaciated and trembling with hunger, burst from its constraints, I looked at the prize raw meat, glistening between her thighs. My heart pounded in anticipation, every sense heightened.

I withdrew my fingers, slick and warm from where they had been, the evidence of her lust for my meat. Gently, I slater the sticky substance on my cock, preparing myself further, each movement charged with the electricity of what was to come. The intensity of the moment swallowed me whole, like a storm I was powerless to resist.

A guttural growl ripped from my throat, primal and savage, as I lunged forward with my cock now at its peaked, attacking the meat with feral abandon, penetrating it with little to no resistance.

With every forceful thrust, her body responded with unrestrained fervour, the intensity of our connection mirrored in every movement. “大力点，大力点 (harder harder), 啊啊啊，好粗！ (Moaning sounds… it’s so thick!” I pumped harder with my ego stirred, the wetness squelching as cock forced its way deeper. Juices began to seep out, thick and white, but I didn’t stop. My movements were rough, frantic, with my shaft rubbing against the soft, wet walls of the cavity, sending juices splattering on to her thighs.

The scent of rubber mixed with her juices, cloying and overwhelming. I became rougher, as my hips rammed harder into her, the shaft grinding through the sticky depths. Her skin on her waist were raw from me gripping too hard, pulling her towards me while my thrust become faster, but I didn’t care. The pussy felt like it was fighting back, refusing to give up its hidden treasure without a struggle. But I wasn’t going to stop, until I lose myself completely in this raw, uninhibited moment, letting desire take over entirely.

Pulling out my cock, I turned her over, with her pussy now facing me. The session of my cock stirring inside had left the pussy smeared with white, sticky juices, glistening under the dim light. It clung to the edges of her pussy, hot and viscous, mingling with the faint residue of rubber lubricant from my condom. I grabbed her waist roughly, pulling it closer, positioning it squarely before me. My hands moved with purpose, prying apart the ass cheeks like peeling open clenched jaws. Without hesitation, I rammed my stick into her again, the wet, soft pussy yielding with a squelch.

It was at that moment I noticed something different about the way my cock felt. The sensations were sharper, more vivid, I could feel the warmth, the sticky resistance, and the slick, wet coating much more intensely. That’s when I realized what had happened, the condom that was on my cock had come off. It was now lying atop the anus where my cock had been inserted, leaving the stick fully exposed inside.

I was engulfed in a storm of raw lust, burning with an intense fire that burns deep within me. The tension was mounting, building to an unbearable peak, with my cock filled full with my seeds, was nearing its breaking point, ready to release. As the primal emotions overwhelmed me, I felt a shift, a reaction that was impossible to ignore. The inner walls tightened instinctively, clamping down with an unrelenting grip. The slick, heated embrace coiled around the shaft, wet and slippery, like a force consuming another, unwilling to release its hold.

“不要射里面 (don’t shoot inside)” as I ignored her pleas, hearing her words only fuelled my ego, awakening the beast within me completely. I couldn’t stop myself. My grip on her waist tightened as an unstoppable force took over, driving me to move with even greater intensity. Each thrust was more aggressive than the last, my movements relentless as I pushed into her wet, tight, and slippery cunt. My hips moved faster, the impact resounding like a bumper car crashing into another, raw and unrestrained.

“Ice” thrashed her arm against my hands which is restraining her down, I bore down on it with all my strength, determined to keep her confined. My cock plunged deeper into her pussy, the shaft ramming into her. Thick, white liquid welled up from the pussy, spilling over and dripping in sluggish rivulets onto the bedsheets below. The smell of sex, and lust filled the air.

As her struggles growing more frantic yet futile. Its muffled pleads echoed with a mix of rage and despair, barely audible as I forced her down, pressed down against the soft, dense pillow, absorbing the noise. The resistance in her movements began to fade, the fight draining from it as the inevitability of its end became clear.

She arched her body beneath mine, hips twisting like a caged force, her moved in unison as much an invitation as a challenge. My grip tightened, grounding her beneath me as the tension between us grew unbearable, the friction igniting a fire that neither of us could ignore. Her breath hitched in muffled cries, not of fear but of surrender, each sound a plea for more, for less, for everything all at once. The room was a blur of motion, damp heat, and unspoken desires spilling out like a storm that neither of us could stop nor wanted to.

I held her gently, savouring the way her body responded, her warmth drawing me closer. The air between us was electric, filled with whispers of desire and shared intimacy. Her soft gasps were matched by mine, a symphony of passion echoing in the room, as we surrendered fully to the moment.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. The last remnants of my restraint crumbled as I summoned every ounce of strength left in my exhausted body. Pumping harder with reckless abandon, I gave everything I had to complete the final lap, my movements fierce and unrelenting. Her pussy seemed to resist, its inner walls gripping tighter, the moist warmth within almost alive as it enveloped my shaft. My energy was draining fast, but I pushed through, and finally, the tension gave way. I released everything I had, the culmination of my cum filling her depths.

My body trembled, convulsing in a strange, overwhelming mix of pain and exhilaration. Still, my cock continued its purpose, relentless as it filled the hollow space, almost infinite in its persistence, it was the first time I cum so much. My hips moved on instinct, even as the last dregs of strength ebbed away from me, leaving me utterly spent, drained of every shred of energy.

I pulled my cock free, and now it was drained of all me cum, it began to soften, going limp, as stream of white cum seeped from her pussy. She collapsed on to the bed, almost lifeless, while faint drips of white cum continued to slide from the opening, trailing down its sides before pooling on the bed sheets below.

I knelt on the bed, breathless and trembling, my body utterly spent. My muscles ached from the relentless effort, drained of energy and stamina after the intense labour of driving the cock deep into her cunt, pushing until the seeds had been poured out completely into her.

[huangxiaoma]

Originally Posted by junior_cannibal

NICE update, though it's just a BBBJ and CIM.
Love your writing style. Please bring on the CIP and more.

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