no sister

It was a night I will never forget, and reason did not overcome that instinctive desire.

Sister Rose rubbed|pinched my lower body indulgently, making me uncomfortable, comfortable, passionate and ashamed.

"No...don't, sister!" I begged for mercy, panting.

Saying "Jiao pan" does not mean that I am hypocritical.That feeling is really contradictory, begging her to stop verbally, but the desire in her heart is to hope that she can go further.

Sister Rose looked at me with great interest and said, "Little Tangtang, you are not young anymore, you should understand some things!"

I don't know the meaning of Sister Rose's words, but she told me with practical actions.

She kept stroking my abdomen with her soft hands, then slammed into my panties, pinching my place tightly.

I feel her holding my dick, holding all my desires.

She helped me up and down twice, pulled my little inner part, and said, "Take it off, it's too troublesome."

With that, she took off my only trousers.

I was naked | my lower body, she held my place tightly with both hands, moving up and down quickly, I felt a piece of wetness there, and there was a slight, "pop" sound.

My mind was in chaos, and I unexpectedly matched her rhythm inexplicably, and my breathing became rapid.

Sister Rose changed her hand, the hand that was tired from playing, kept kneading|pinching my pair of soft balls.

That is another kind of pleasure, the torrent of desire gathers in the lower body at once, and it may erupt at any time.

"No...don't, sister!"

My body was shaking and I could hardly control it.

My breathing became more rapid, and I moaned for no reason.

Sister Rose saw this, instead of stopping, she speeded up her hand.

Why is she doing this?I obviously begged her to stop!

"Stop it, Sister Rose!" I shouted in my heart.

Suddenly, a strong force was lifted from below, and a fierce liquid spurted out from my body. The desire reached its peak at that moment. Later, I realized that it was the so-called orgasm of men.

"Damn Tang Tang, you bad boy, you sprayed me all over."

At this time, my desire has dissipated, and my head is dizzy.I couldn't believe that something like this happened to Sister Rose.

"Tell me, are you bad?" Sister Rose wiped her hands with the toilet paper next to the bed, and then hugged me tightly from the front: "Tell Sister Rose the truth, do you feel comfortable?"

"Well!" I replied.

"What does 'um' mean?" Sister Rose pursed her lips, "Say, it's comfortable, or uncomfortable."

Forgive me, Sister Rose, for making me say such embarrassing things...

"Tell me, little bastard, do you still want it in the future?"

This moment is the most dull moment in my life, and I can't even utter a word.

Sister Rose sighed: "Hey, you little bastard, it's useless for me to love you so much. After helping you, you turned out to be like a rock. You don't even know how to say a few good things..."

Sister Rose turned sideways, facing me with her cold back.

I felt so uncomfortable, I shook Sister Rose, and said apologetically, "Sister Rose, I'm sorry..."

She didn't respond, she seemed to be really angry, I'm afraid it was more disappointment!

Suddenly I remembered a passage that Sister Rose once said to me:

People are full of desires, and desires are the only motivation for us to live.If a person has no desires, he or she can be said to be dead.However, people have to look directly at their own desires, wanting to be a woman, or a man, want to make a lot of money, or want to be promoted, there is nothing to hide.In my life, I hate that kind of beast in clothes, who describe myself as a moral gentleman, but end up staring at women's breasts, and it's not because of that in the end!

To be honest, before, I didn't quite understand what Sister Rose said, and I felt more like she was whining!

But now I understand a little bit, that cold back seems to be emitting countless silver needles, piercing my heart.

I plucked up my courage and hugged Sister Rose tightly: "Sister Rose! I...I feel...very comfortable, and I still want it in the future, if possible!"

"Little bastard!" Sister Rose turned her anger into joy, turned around and hugged me tightly, "Sleep, my little one!"

For some reason, it became active again, and my heart was itchy.

I mustered up the courage to put my hands on Sister Rose's firm chest.

This ecstasy night...

Sister Rose smiled, pushed her hand away, and said, "That's all for today. You have to go to school tomorrow, and I have to go to work too! Go to bed early..."

God, where can I still sleep?