The thought of my sister only fueled my frenzy further. I released her feet, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my pants along with my underwear. Then, I grabbed her white-stockinged feet again, pressing them together to form a soft, plump foot-hole. With a forceful thrust, my reddened glans pushed into the white-stockinged foot-hole, the cool fabric sliding along the shaft until it reached the base, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me.
Annuo let out a startled cry, sitting up halfway and reaching out to push me away.
"Brother, what are you doing? That's so gross."
"Let me play with them, just for a moment."
My rock-hard shaft thrust back and forth within the soft, plump foot-hole, the white stockings rubbing against the reddened glans with a soft, rustling sound.
Unlike the cotton-socked feet from last time, the little feet clad in white silk stockings were even smoother and softer. The tender soles pressed together, resembling a young girl's intimate folds, as the shaft slid between them, waves of pleasure washing over me—an indescribable comfort.
"Brother, are you done yet?"
"Almost, almost there."
After thrusting for a moment.
"Brother, are you really done yet?" The girl's voice grew increasingly anxious and flustered, already tinged with a hint of tears.
"Almost, almost, just a bit more." That's what I said, but I didn't want to rush to release just yet.
Just as I closed my eyes to savor the moment, I suddenly heard a faint sob. Looking up, I saw Anuo's face turned to the side, her right index finger lightly bitten, tears welling in her eyes, the tip of her nose red, and her body trembling slightly.
Seeing this, a twinge of guilt and pity rose in my heart. But then I remembered her usual behavior—she must be acting, though her performance was a bit too convincing.
I pushed aside the pity, replaced by an even stronger animalistic desire.
I pulled my shaft out from between the white silk-clad feet, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her up.
She stood by the bed, tears in her eyes, looking at me timidly, somewhat bewildered and innocent.
I reached out to take off her jacket, but she shrugged her shoulder and struggled fiercely.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"Take off your clothes and let me see your little breasts."
Anuo crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes red, resisting. "I don't want to."
I was fully immersed now, like a creepy uncle coercing a little girl, half coaxing and half threatening. "Good girl, let me see, just once, okay? If you don't, I'll... I'll fuck you."
Anuo lowered her head, sobbing, hesitating for a long time without making a move.
I reached out and stroked her hair a couple of times, encouraging her. "Be good and take off your clothes yourself. Otherwise, I'll do it for you."
Glistening tears slid down her flawless cheeks. After a long silence, the girl reluctantly, full of grievance, took off her pink jacket. Then she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, slowly pulled it up, and finally took it off.
Underneath, she wasn't wearing a bra, but a cute little white tank top, stretched taut by the two mounds of flesh on her chest.
Anuo didn't continue. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest again, tears in her eyes, sobbing shyly and helplessly. The tip of her nose was already red, her playful twin ponytails slightly disheveled. Her pitiful, wronged look could stir any man's conquering, animalistic desire.
"There's still one more piece. Take it off." I tugged at the straps of her tank top as if in revenge, then let them snap back. She flinched in pain but still refused to continue.
Growing impatient, I reached out and pulled the two straps of the tank top down from her rounded shoulders, then moved her fair, delicate hands away from her chest.
Without the straps, the tank top slipped down halfway, revealing half of her tender, pale breasts.
The more I played, the more excited I became. I grabbed the top of the tank top and, under her pleading gaze, yanked it down forcefully. The flesh of her chest immediately bounced out, trembling slightly.
The girl shuddered as if electrocuted, instinctively trying to cover herself. I shouted loudly, "Don't you dare cover up!"
Annuo's hands froze in front of her chest for a long moment before finally settling just below her breasts, her shyness leaving her utterly flustered.
The girl's waist was slender, still carrying a childlike tenderness; her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were perfectly round and well-proportioned, with small, coin-sized areolas and pink nipples as delicate as cherry pits.
I never expected that someone so young and slender could have such a perfect pair of small breasts—plump, white, and smooth.
I stared at the girl's chest for a moment, swallowing unconsciously, then extended my trembling right hand and gently pinched one of the pink nipples.
Annuo didn't dare resist, sobbing as her body instinctively recoiled. With each pinch, she trembled.
"Brother... please... don't do this, okay?" Her sobs had turned into full-blown crying, and her pitiful, helpless, and endearing appearance made me wonder... I truly couldn't tell if she was pretending or not.
Ignoring her, after playing for a while, I covered her right breast with my entire right hand. The flesh felt smooth, firm yet soft, like freshly steamed buns—slippery, elastic, and tender. With a gentle squeeze, my fingertips sank into the soft, smooth flesh.
"Ah~! Wuwuwu..."
Annuo began to cry loudly, gripping my right hand tightly, trying to pry it away.
I wouldn't let her have her way. While kneading her breast, I placed my left hand on her head, gently stroking it as a form of encouragement.
After kneading for a while, her nipple had unknowingly stiffened, and her entire breast had turned slightly red and swollen.
I placed both hands on Annuo's shoulders and pressed down firmly, forcing her to kneel despite her slight resistance. Her face tilted upward, tear-streaked as she looked at me.
In a daze, I could no longer tell whether she was Annuo or Beibei. Either way, both girls usually drove me crazy, but seeing them kneeling before me now filled me with a strange, dual sense of pleasure.
I pressed my swollen, throbbing cock against the girl's lips. She tried to pull back, but I grabbed her twin ponytails and yanked her forward.
Annuo looked up at me with reddened eyes, tears visibly rolling in their sockets, and sobbed, "Brother..."
My cock pressed tightly against her crimson lips, and the heat of her breath made it tremble violently. I coaxed her again, "Beibei, suck it for me. Just once."
"Brother, please don't... okay? We... we just agreed..."
When gentleness failed, I resorted to threats, speaking harshly, "That was then. Now, I really can't hold back anymore. If you don't suck it, I'll fuck you."
Annuo stared at me, sobbing softly for a moment before opening her small mouth and leaning forward. As soon as her lips touched the tip, she immediately pulled back. After repeating this a few times, she turned her head away and covered her face, crying.
For some reason, a sadistic urge rose within me. I reached out and lightly tapped her head twice. The little girl, feeling deeply wronged, whimpered and cried for a moment before seemingly making up her mind. She opened her mouth and took half of my cock inside, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Watching the hard shaft slowly enter the girl's mouth—wet, warm, and tight—I nearly moaned in pleasure.
This was already the second time entering Anno's small mouth, but last time she had actively given me a blowjob, her pink, fragrant tongue moving skillfully, bringing immense pleasure. This time, however, she was unwilling, full of grievance, like a coerced novice who only knew how to open her mouth reluctantly, completely unable to lick, suck, or envelop. Moreover, her teeth occasionally scraped against the shaft, making it quite uncomfortable.
Yet it was precisely this unripe quality that fueled an even greater frenzy. Unable to restrain myself, I grabbed her twin ponytails as if pulling on reins, controlling her small head while thrusting fiercely from below. My cock plunged wildly between the girl's cherry-like lips, stirring the fragrant saliva within her mouth, producing wet, sloshing sounds.
Looking down from above, I saw this usually cunning and deceitful little enchantress now controlled by me in such a lewd position. Her beautiful eyes looked up at me, tears welling within them, filled with grievance and shame.
The more I watched, the more my desire burned. My shaft frantically pushed deeper into her sandalwood-scented mouth, but even when the glans reached the end of her throat, a portion still remained outside.
Although the little enchantress pretended to be inexperienced, the miraculous sensation of her throat remained. It wrapped around the glans, swallowing inward like a whirlpool. After just a few movements, I felt as if I were about to ascend to heaven.
Not wanting to finish so hastily in her mouth, I abruptly pulled my cock out. Without a second thought, I flipped her onto the bed, my hands sliding beneath her light blue pleated skirt. I grabbed the crotch of her tights, used my nails to hook open a small tear, then ripped it forcefully apart before pushing her white panties to the side.
Before me lay the girl's mound, plump and smooth, pale and lustrous, dotted with sparse, soft, curly light-brown pubic hair. At the center of the mound was a honeyed slit, its entrance slightly tucked inward, revealing two shallow red folds of flesh resembling clam shells pressed tightly together, leaving no visible gap. Below the honeyed slit was a small brown dimple with delicate, adorable wrinkles—her petite rosebud.
Seeing the entrance glistening with moisture, I guessed the girl was already aroused.
My mind was now burning with feverish intensity. Regardless of any conditions or consequences, without another word, I positioned myself, pressing the glans against her entrance. With one hand, I spread apart her plump outer lips, then with a gentle push and twist, forced my way into the incredibly tight passage.
The little enchantress let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper. Her brows furrowed tightly, her upper body arched, and her neck strained backward as if she were a fawn struck by an arrow, frozen in place, momentarily motionless.
Showing no mercy, I pushed the glans past the tight, honeyed flesh, thrusting all the way in until it collided with the tender core deep within her. I could feel the lips of her entrance clamping down tightly, contracting inward with force, while the walls of her passage squeezed desperately around my shaft.
A wave of tingling pleasure instantly swept through my entire body. Gritting my teeth, I let out a hissing sound from my throat.
At the same time, a doubt arose in my mind—it felt as though I had just broken through a thin membrane.
A hymen? Could it be that this little enchantress was still a virgin?
Impossible. She was exceptionally skilled in all kinds of techniques, a veritable little vixen who navigated the seas of desire with ease. How could she possibly have retained her virginity?
Yet the girl's eyes were tightly shut, her delicate brows knitted together, teeth clenched, cheeks flushed crimson. Her hands gripped the bedsheet fiercely, her moist toes curled tightly, and even the veins on her neck stood out. She looked utterly consumed by pain, nothing like someone pretending.
Holding her slender, beautiful legs bent upward, I glanced down. Her entrance tightly enveloped my shaft, leaving no gap. The tender flesh of her mound was stretched nearly transparent, pale yet flushed with a rosy hue, glistening with moisture, sticky and soft—but there was no trace of fresh red flowing out.
Just as I thought—how could this little enchantress possibly be a virgin?
Free from psychological restraint, I began to withdraw my cock, but as soon as I pulled back a little, the girl whimpered in a tearful, childlike voice, "Brother... it hurts~!"
I couldn't tell if she was genuinely in pain or just acting, but the tight grip of her inner flesh was undeniably real. Even though it was already slick and soft, there was no room for movement—it felt as if she were trying to squeeze my cock in half.
I paused, catching my breath. My dick, tightly enveloped by her narrow, honeyed passage, throbbed and swelled with growing desire.
Once her expression eased, I gritted my teeth and slowly pulled out my already rock-hard cock. The girl furrowed her brow, her small hands clutching the bedsheet tightly, her features contorted as she bit down hard and trembled, "It hurts~!"
This time, I ignored her and forced myself to pull out completely. The entrance was so tight that the tender, cherry-red flesh of her labia nearly turned inside out as my cock withdrew.
When my shaft was almost fully out, with only the tip remaining inside, I was shocked to discover traces of bright red blood in the coronal sulcus. Her pulled-aside panties were already stained red.
I was utterly astonished—this crazy little girl was actually a virgin.
A wave of guilt washed over me. I looked up to see tears streaking her face, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip, her brow furrowed as she gazed at me timidly, looking both wronged and pitiful.
"Does... does it hurt?" For a moment, I didn't know what to say, but my tone softened considerably.
Annuo seemed to realize I had discovered her secret. The grievance in her eyes gradually turned into defiance and a hint of anger. She turned her face away, refusing to utter a word.
I reached out to wipe the tears from her face, but she stubbornly pushed my hand aside. Though tears still glistened in the corners of her eyes, her sobbing had stopped.
For some reason, learning she was still a virgin made me inexplicably happy. Seeing her stubborn, defiant expression now also stirred a pang of tenderness in me.
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