drunk anal sex with cousin

Author: xskc
Word count: 4304
My cousin is the same age as me, two months older than me. She was my dream girl when I first learned about men and women since I was a child, but I was too young to explain my thoughts to her.
Later, when she went to university, her grades were not good and she went to a technical secondary school. Because she met a nice girl in college, she gradually lost contact with her, because country girls are not as open as people in the city. Although I know that my cousin likes me, she has never spoken to me directly. We’ve known each other for so many years that we haven’t even held hands once. You can only dream of her in your dreams. . Picture her slender and lovely body.
I ran into her when I went home during the Chinese New Year. I only returned to my hometown after working in other places for two or three years. The first two times when I went home, I didn’t have time to find my friends, and I was even more embarrassed to find her. Because she also has a boyfriend, who is a driver. He doesn’t look very good, but he is quite honest. I’m also very happy for her. After all, I am very happy to have a man who treats her wholeheartedly and takes care of her for the rest of her life. She didn’t know how she heard that I was back. It is estimated that a buddy of mine told her. She works at the town post office. Many people know her.
We haven’t seen each other for so many years, we are all grown up, and of course we are not as introverted as we were when we were young. She called me and said she wanted to have dinner with me, because after a few days I left, and I wouldn’t come back for two or three years. A phone call played all the feelings from childhood to adulthood in my mind at once like a movie. I made an appointment with her to find a place in town to have a good chat at night.
In a small quiet bar, we chatted and drank, never looked at her so closely, she was really beautiful. Jiangsu people’s unique quiet temperament with a little bit of blush on the face. I don’t know if I feel a little drunk. I’m in marketing. Usually a bottle of liquor is trivial. This time, the three bottles of small beer made me a little tongue-tied. I was so heartbroken that I told her things that I would never dare to say to her in my dreams. She just smiled faintly, looked at me, listened to me, and drank slowly. I was so dizzy that I went to the toilet and came out. Cousin has already taken off her coat. A small T-shirt bulging chest. I swallowed in disbelief, she gave me a blank look, and chuckled: “Little rascal”. How she drank like me, the spirit of MS is much better than me. Am I drinking too bad or is she drinking too much? She went to the bathroom and came out, which scared me. His face was not red but bluish white, and his eyes were slack. There were also spit stains on the clothes. Just saw me and wanted to talk. It fell to the ground in one fell swoop. This time it freaked me out. Quickly helped her up, she forcefully opened her eyes, raised her hand to touch my face, and said something inexplicably: “You really make my heart hurt.” Then she lost consciousness.