The Frozen Ground flaws

雨水 [17] / [35]

―See you again.

She said.

―Okay, bye bye.

He answered. This was all what he could do.

She left, and he came back to the room. He lied down on the very bed on which she caressed him.

Did she mean that she wanted to see him again? He might not be able to see her ever again. He knew that to promise a next time could be a meaningless effort. And the traces of her which were now inscribed into him due to this physical act would not fade away for a long time. He was quite at a loss as to how long they would take to dissipate. Dawn deepened calmly.

But that was not their last time together, as he feared. She contacted him and they met again.

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That day, She was wearing a lovely peach color one-piece dress which very much suited her and the atmosphere. As she was drunk, she flushed just like the color of her dress. To his eyes, she looked so lovely, adorable. She stared at him affectionately and embraced his neck like a little girl. His heart was pounding hard. It was a very fresh feeling for him, and his stomach was aflutter with emotion and anxiety.

This was the first time he had ever been with a woman, and, like most first-time experiences it was awkward, clumsy, and short. But the memory stuck with him ever since, and, as he closed his eyes, he allowed his psyche to delve into the past.

Despite the mutual awkwardness and inexperience, it was intense. He remembered the feel of her body once they'd hastily undressed, her large breasts pressing against his bare chest, his cock pressing against her silky, smooth skin as they kissed passionately, their forms intertwined in a sticky, hot embrace.

He could feel the heat coming from her vagina as he moved lower, sucking on her breasts gently as her hands stroked his dick, and guided towards her eager, wet opening. She wanted him inside her, and he was sick with anticipation. He kissed her hard on the lips again and slowly began to thrust his penis inside. It was difficult.

This was her first time too, and, painfully, her inner walls struggled to accept him until pain turned to pleasure, and the slow awkward thrusts started to harmonize and increase in tempo. He felt a strange feeling, as if he were about to explode, and although he'd pleasured himself in the past, the intensity of this first orgasm with another person was jarring. His breathing got heavy, his thrusting more sloppy, and he knew he was about to cum as his eyes squinted with effort and his mouth got dry.