C1 Bar infatuation

At the age of twenty-three, I was a good student of both quality and quality.

I went from the northwest mountains to a city by the river for college. Because of my poor family and my introverted personality, I never had a girlfriend.

Before I met the Sis Plum, it could be said that I was still a Virgin.

"Heh, little fellow, are you willing to drink with elder sister?" That was the first thing she said to me.

I nodded expressionlessly.

When I finished my drink and looked up, I saw that she was a beauty, only a little older, maybe in her thirties. To be more accurate, she was a mature young woman.

"Heh, very good, are you willing to accompany me for another drink?" Then, she leaned on me and dragged me into the darkness.

I nodded again.

"Hey, why haven't you come recently? I've been paying attention to you for many days already!" She put her mouth close to my ear, breathing out hot air as she said this in an ambiguous manner.

She made my face a little hot, but I still didn't say anything.

"Say something, big sis is so scary! Very ugly? Oh! "she said, putting her hand between my legs and stroking me gently." Baby, are you all right? "" Yes, "I said.

I shook my head and said, "I'm fine!"

"You finally spoke, ha! "But you're okay, big sis is busy, can I go with big sis?" As she said this, she took my hand and placed it on her waist. I don't know why, but I wasn't scared at all.

I got the drug in this bar. It's called Paradise, and I don't think I'll ever forget it.

I worked in this bar during my senior year in college for the sake of work-study.

All I can recall is that a man who used to buy wine in my hands handed me a cigarette one day.

Actually, I don't want to smoke. The boss doesn't allow smoking at work. He put his arm around my shoulders and laughed. Why, how could young people not smoke! He made me smoke, and I was afraid of offending the guests, and he tipped me a lot, and I thought he was nice, so I did.

I was just a fledgling, and I wasn't really on guard against society.

I'll never forget that mustache. I came here for another purpose, and that was to find him.

Looking at the woman in front of me, I thought maybe she was rich, because her dress told me she wasn't an ordinary woman.

At that time, I had already become penniless due to drug abuse. When I came here again, I was just dreaming that a pie could fall from the sky.

I closed my eyes in pain, not thinking of anything, and fumbled under her cool skin until she said, "Oh," and then pulled my hand away and said, "Oh, I'm crazy, you're not coming with me, be careful, I'll sue you for molesting me!" She pressed her face against mine, a little fiercely.

After a while, however, she giggled and touched my head. "I liked you from the first time I saw you, little one!"

I knew what she meant, and I wanted to talk to her about money, but I didn't have the nerve to, so I nodded and said, "Okay!"

She took me out, and as we went out I saw her walk to a particularly luxurious car, open the door remotely, and then open it, and smile at me and say, "Hey, kid, get in, sister can't eat you!" Outside, I could see her face more clearly, her face, her figure like a star's, and it was great.

I got into her car and sat next to her. I didn't look at her.

She suddenly threw her arms around me and then kissed me very willingly, touching me with her hands as she kissed me, pulling my hands into her arms. I think sex can also be used as a drug.

I seemed to have found the drug feeling, and I kissed her crazily --