When I was a high school third-year, I met my 3-years-older neighborhood tutor. We had known each other's families since childhood and often played together, gradually growing closer over time. Eventually, an intimate relationship developed between us, and from once to twice a week, whenever we were alone, his breathing and demeanor would change. My feelings would rise in response, and we'd quickly embrace naked, our kisses escalating passionately. He was incredibly gentle and skillful, handling my body as if he knew every inch of it. His cunnilingus plunged me into waves of intense pleasure, causing my love juice to gush out endlessly. I'd also return the pleasure, rubbing my pussy against the fabric of his sexy briefs. Then, when he laid me on the bed and removed my bra, he'd slide my panties aside and enter me from behind. With each rhythmic thrust, my love juice squirted out, and following his words, I'd eagerly swallow his cock deep inside, climaxing again and again. "Ah, it's tightening, so tight... So good... Ah... Your pussy is so damn hot inside..." Hearing those words, my pussy greedily sucked his cock, climaxing repeatedly. Even back then, I was already a lustful woman, and even now, just recalling those erotic memories makes my love juice overflow uncontrollably—those moments are deeply etched into my heart.