I thrust vigorously at the little girl under me that made me crazy. The snow-white body is soft and boneless, allowing me to put her in various attractive poses. I had already fallen into a semi-crazy state. I didn't feel any pity for the soft and tender body below me, but just crazily galloped on this incomparably alluring tender body.
The penis as hard as iron is rushing left and right in the delicate little hole, regardless of the fact that this beautiful little hole has not been moistened by a man for a long time. I just blindly seek crazy pleasure on her delicate body. The snow-white and delicate skin makes me crazy, and I can't put it down. The soft and smooth touch makes me wish I could swallow this extremely attractive body in one gulp.
I greedily kissed and licked the delicate white body under me, and couldn't help biting it lightly. After a while, the delicate white skin was covered with red tooth marks, and the sound came from below me. There was a soft moan.
The pleasure is like a tide. The wave is higher than the wave. I clenched my teeth and persisted again and again, wanting to get more and greater satisfaction. The penis went in and out of the delicate pussy again and again, and every time it was inserted, it was completely submerged. Hugged tightly by me, the two bodies seemed to be fused into one. Shirley had already been stricken by me, drowned by the tide of pleasure, and disappeared without a trace, limp in my arms as if unconscious, let me do whatever i want...
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my head, and I was startled. Could this be a dream?
Opening my eyes, I saw someone tousling my hair. I was sure I didn't know the person before me. Looking at him, I felt an inexplicable anger. Interrupting my daydreaming is a surefire way to reduce my lifespan!
"Jim, right? Someone is looking for you downstairs," he said, patting my head with a playful look in his eyes.
His gaze irked me. Setting aside the fact that I didn't know him, his head-patting gesture signaled that he had ill intentions.
"What's with the patting? Who's looking for me?" I retorted without much politeness. If it weren't for him being physically stronger than me, I would have surely given him a taste of my fist!
"What do you mean?" His knuckles cracked as he squeezed his hands.
I noticed that my dorm mates looked terrified. This guy in front of me seemed formidable, and I softened my tone:"I understand. I'll wash up and head down."
After washing my face and coming back, everyone in the dorm had vanished, as if I were carrying a plague. However, a slightly chubby guy pushed the door open, or more accurately, a fat guy. He was of short stature and had braces, an obedient appearance.
Upon seeing me, he was immediately taken aback and attempted to flee. I quickly grabbed him and pulled him back into the room. I needed answers, and today I was determined to get them.
Clearing my throat, I politely asked, "Excuse me, could you tell me why everyone is avoiding me in the dorm?"
Seeing his stuttering and hesitant demeanor, I led him into the restroom, offered him a cigarette from the pack my uncle had given me, and eventually gave him the whole pack. Afterward, we chatted.
Through the conversation, I learned that the chubby guy's name was Basil. He was a straightforward underachiever. Once he felt I meant no harm, he explained that the school's big shot, Charles, had called me out. The whole school was buzzing about this, thanks to Adrian hanging around with Charles.
I understood what was happening. It seemed like one problem followed another. Trouble was always knocking on my door. But now I wasn't afraid, and I definitely wouldn't be weak. I wouldn't bully anyone, but I wouldn't let anyone bully me either!
Everyone knows that you should only bully those weaker than you. I'll make sure everyone knows that I'm not someone to mess with, but a fierce tiger that fears no threats or dangers.
Leaving the dorm with a determined mindset, my fists clenched, I didn't care if it was the school's top dog or second in command. If they wanted to fight me, they'd have to face my fists first!
The school campus was vibrant in the early morning, but there wasn't the crowd I expected to confront me. Instead, there was a striking figure – a girl in a black T-shirt and denim shorts, canvas shoes, and that iconic short hair. She looked particularly beautiful in the morning sunlight.
As soon as Shirley saw me, she walked over. I never imagined I'd run into her here, and people passing by were looking strangely at us.
"Hey, what a coincidence," I greeted her, wondering if she had sent someone to fetch me.
"Jim, I've been looking for you all day. Where did you disappear to?" As soon as I heard this, my heart skipped a beat. Shirley's smile held a deeper meaning, and I had a feeling it wouldn't be good.
"Nowhere, really. What's up?" I nervously touched my nose. Could it be that someone found out about my visit to the casino last night? Or maybe they found out about me going to Kathleen's place?
"Psh! What did you do at the BS Internet Cafe yesterday? Don't tell me you're clueless!" Shirley's eyes narrowed, her eyebrow raised, her hands on her hips, exuding an intimidating aura. My mouth hung open, and I couldn't muster a single word.
My uncle often said that women could change their mood as quickly as flipping a page in a book, but I never thought I'd witness it firsthand. And all because of a game of grab kill in an internet cafe early in the morning? I couldn't wrap my head around it, no matter how hard I tried!
The atmosphere grew silent, and then my stomach rumbled. Shirley chuckled, and I blushed, asking quietly, "Um, did you have breakfast? If not, let me treat you."
My voice was barely louder than a mosquito's hum, so quiet that even I struggled to hear it. Unexpectedly, Shirley immediately agreed. She pulled me along toward the school cafeteria, and I was left bewildered.
Walking across the campus in the early morning, many people turned to look at us. I felt a bit embarrassed, but Shirley was entirely unfazed, leading me with enthusiasm. I could catch a whiff of her fragrance, an unidentifiable scent but delightful nonetheless.
Sitting in the cafeteria, facing Shirley as she had her breakfast, I was still somewhat dazed. I'd never asked a girl out before, yet here I was, succeeding with Shirley. Could it be that flirting skills are genetic?
Thinking back to the first time I met Shirley and Accidentally bumped into Shirley's breast., I still remembered the softness. Of course, I hadn't forgotten the slap she gave me either, but now all that didn't matter.
Class time was approaching, and the cafeteria was empty save for us. I didn't know why, but my mouth wouldn't stop moving. I had endless stories and jokes to share, and whenever I told a particularly risqué joke, she'd laugh and playfully punch me.
She shared some interesting stories too, like who wrote a love letter to Monica that ended up in Sonia's hands, or the embarrassing incident involving little Carol in the shower...
We lost track of time chatting, but we had talked for a long time. To be honest, my heart was about to jump out of my chest. This feeling was subtle, different from when I liked Viola. It was hazy, sweet...