Chapter 4

Monica Didi lay completely naked in front of me, and I was sitting between her legs. My heart was pounding. The moment I’d been waiting for so many years was now upon us. I could sense Didi had also held this moment in her heart for a long time.

My breathing was becoming heavy, and my penis was slowly inching closer to her sensitive center, just a few inches away. This proximity was enough to drive me crazy. Didi’s face flashed before my eyes, the same longing and anticipation evident in her eyes.

In that closeness, I asked in a low voice, “Didi ... can I do it?”

Although I knew she had already given her consent, I desperately wanted to hear her approval one last time. Didi looked me in the eye, smiled slightly, and nodded, permitting me again.

I paused for a moment. I couldn’t figure out what to do next. But my mind flashed back to all those nights when I’d secretly watched porn, each time imagining Didi’s face as a distraction. Gathering courage from that memory, I slowly touched my penis to her delicate area. Using just the tip, I began caressing her soft spot. That gentle touch sent a jolt of electricity through me. Didi, taking a deep breath, closed her eyes.

Slowly, I began rubbing my penis against her delicate clit. The gentle glide felt like it was tugging at my nerves. Every time my penis brushed against her wet slit, I felt my entire body shiver. I felt a warmth and sensation fill every nerve.

Didi’s eyes were closed, her lips were quivering slightly, and her face had taken on a distinct intoxication. Her breathing was getting faster, and each time I moved up and down, the tightening of her face told me she was feeling this touch deeply, too.

I gathered more courage and slowly increased my pace. My penis glided over her soft, wet lips. The warmth and moisture drove me crazy. I felt like I had entered another world.

Now and then, Didi would slightly raise her waist, as if trying to draw me in even deeper. Beads of sweat glistened at the corners of her eyes, and every movement on her face told me that this touch was as intoxicating to her as it was to me.

Then suddenly, Didi grabbed my waist and whispered under her breath, “Enough ... don’t tease me anymore ... put it in.” There was deep anxiety in her eyes and a soft moan on her lips. Her voice and urgency told me she couldn’t hold back any longer.

I was in a similar state. I couldn’t contain myself, but I still wanted to prolong the moment. This was a dream I’d had since childhood, when I first learned about sex. Whenever I thought of it, my older sister always came to mind. And now that dream was a reality.

I looked into her eyes with a slight smile and said softly, “Okay, Monica didi ... I am ready now.”

I slowly placed my penis against her cleavage and pushed it in with a gentle push. Her cleavage was incredibly tight, allowing my penis to slide in only slowly. I felt as if that warm, moist tightness was swallowing my entire body. Every millimeter of penetration sent shivers down my spine.

Didi closed her eyes and, pursing her lips, turned slightly on her side. Her face reflected both pain and pleasure. Her eyebrows were furrowed, but a soft moan escaped her lips. Her body twitched agonizingly on the bed, as if each thrust was deeply impacting her.

I slowly pushed my penis further in, each thrust driving me crazy. Didi’s breathing became heavier, and her face would sometimes wrinkle and sometimes relax. Her hands clenched the sheets, her entire body trembling with each thrust.

I slowly pushed deeper and deeper. The tightness was so intense that I began to lose my patience, and I tried to enter her with all my might. Then, suddenly, I felt something different—a strange wetness that wasn’t just any moisture. I bent down and saw that drops of blood were flowing from her private area.