34D young woman

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Although Xiaowen, a 34D-cup young woman

, was already 28 years old, she looked only around 21 or 22, quite young. Her shoulder-length, neatly straight hair and glasses couldn't hide her mature and beautiful face. She

also maintained a very good figure, wearing a shirt and long casual pants.

While not dressed revealingly, her good figure was still undeniable.

Especially her magnificent breasts, which she estimated to be at least 34D, seemed about to burst out of her shirt, making her even more alluring.

Perhaps because she was already a wife and mother, she wasn't particularly wary or defensive towards me, a boy who looked like a little brother. However, she would appropriately wear a jacket when other men stared at her chest, shielding herself from their lewd gazes, including mine.

Xiaowen's appearance and figure remained the focus of men's attention.

Xiaowen didn't live in Taichung City, but in Taiping.

It wasn't unusual for someone from another town to come to the city for tutoring,

so it wasn't anything particularly strange or noteworthy.

One day, Weiwen was probably too tired from work, and she actually fell asleep during class.

She didn't tell anyone to wake her up for the bus.

So, when Weiwen woke up after class, she missed her scheduled bus.

Waiting for the next bus meant she wouldn't get home until almost midnight, so I casually suggested I give her a ride home on my motorcycle. Weiwen didn't have any other ideas and agreed.

That day, Weiwen was wearing a culotte, so straddling the motorcycle wasn't uncomfortable for her. At first, she held onto the back bar,

keeping a distance from me. But as I sped up, she gradually put her arms around my shoulders, then hugged my waist. The unavoidable physical contact from hugging my waist, and the feeling of our soft flesh pressing against each other, was really comfortable.

But now wasn't the time to enjoy that feeling; I had to concentrate on riding.

Weiwen didn't ask me to take her home; she only went to the bus stop near her house and then walked home herself. I didn't want to insist, so I turned around and rode home.

Although taking her home was just a coincidence, it increased her favorability towards me.

I never thought about making a move on her; just secretly watching her and fantasizing was enough for me.

But fate intervened, and I ended up having close contact with Weiwen... Maybe it was because she trusted me and believed that she was an old woman without any charm, and that a young guy like me wouldn't be interested in her! I took her home three or four times, but she never let me take her all the way home, always just to the bus stop.

However, she didn't let me do it for free; each time, she would buy me some snacks like fried chicken or oyster omelets as a late-night treat as a reward. After a while, I got used to it and didn't think it was a big deal.

She asked me to give her a ride home, and as usual, I took her to the bus stop near her house.

But she didn't get off the bike; instead, she instructed me to keep riding. I obediently followed her instructions and took her to a nearby three-story detached house. It seemed this was Weiwen's home.

After Weiwen got off, I was about to turn around and ride away when, unusually, she offered to come in and have a cold drink. She said she'd cook me a late-night snack.

I figured it was rare for my family to be away today, so I could stay out a little longer before going home.

I also assumed her husband and child were at home, so I agreed.

But when I went inside, I found no one there.

I asked, and she said her husband was away on a business trip, and her child was at her grandparents' house near the woods. So she was all alone today… Sure enough, Weiwen had changed into an extremely casual set of loungewear—so casual that she practically ignored me.

A spaghetti-strap top accentuated Vivian's sexy shoulders and full breasts, while her super-short denim shorts barely covered her underwear, revealing her long, flawless legs that were sure to make anyone's heart race.

This figure was nothing like that of a mother.

I was stunned, my eyes glued to her.

Vivian laughed and scolded, "What are you looking at? You're an old woman! What's so interesting?" I was almost hypnotized, blankly replying, "Vivian's figure doesn't look like that of a mother who's given birth!" Vivian smiled charmingly, "It's nice to hear such compliments from a young man, but unfortunately, I'm already married.

You should say these things to unmarried girls! It's a waste to say them to an old woman like me with a child. "

With that, she smiled and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack. Vivian came out of the kitchen carrying juice, but then she tripped and fell—and of all places, she tripped and fell right in front of me.

Instinctively, I reached out my hands to prevent her from falling and to steady the plate.

Sure enough, the juice spilled, and I didn't manage to save Weiwen.

In the end, my left hand cushioned the ground to prevent Weiwen from hitting the ground directly, but my left palm ended up touching her buttocks; my right hand was hit by the falling plate and cup, which prevented them from hitting Weiwen, but the spilled juice still soaked my right hand and Weiwen's chest. To make matters worse, after my right hand shielded her from the plate and cup, it naturally drooped down, and just happened to touch Weiwen's 34D breasts.

My first reaction wasn't the wonderful sensation of my hands touching Weiwen's breasts and buttocks, which I had dreamed of.

Instead, I felt remorse for my incompetence; I hadn't done anything right.

Then came the wonderful feeling.

And the embarrassment… Weiwen and I were so close, our faces were inevitably closer.

I was caught in a dilemma: I couldn't let go, but I couldn't bear to give up that wonderful feeling, and my hands unconsciously moved slightly.

Vivian let out a groan instinctively.

That groan

threw all my remaining rationality to the winds; I only wanted to achieve absolute sensory satisfaction.

My hands continued to knead, kneading Vivian's breasts and buttocks respectively, and my face pressed against hers… I don't know if Vivian was doing it on purpose or was startled by the suddenness of it, but she didn't resist at all, only letting out instinctive moans of pleasure. When I kissed Vivian's lips, she seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly trying to push me away.

But it was too late… A flame that has been lit will not stop until it has burned everything that can burn; and once my lust was ignited, there was only one object to burn: Vivian before me… Although Vivian tried to push me away, her strength was ultimately no match for mine.

Vivian's body is quite sensitive. Soon after I began my assault, I could feel her body heating up, and her resistance weakening... I pushed Vivian down onto the carpet, kissing her cheeks, earlobes, and neck, occasionally touching her cherry lips.

At the same time, I caressed her large breasts through her spaghetti-strap top.

Between kisses, Vivian let out a soft moan: "Let go... I... I didn't say I was a midnight snack..." Her joking remark only fueled my laughter, and I kissed her even more frequently and intensely, holding her alluring cherry lips tightly, not wanting her to have another chance to speak.

Vivian was indeed quite sensitive. After only a few touches, her body grew increasingly hot, and her nipples became erect and swollen. "Ah...you...if you don't...if you don't stop...stop...you'll...ah...you'll regret it..." Vivian struggled desperately between my kisses, issuing this warning.

I didn't answer, but responded with an even stronger kiss and more forceful movements of my hands.

Regret? I'd only regret it if I stopped now! But, less than a minute later, I did regret it... Vivian was sensitive, and being an experienced married woman, her reaction was even stronger.

While I was still captivated by Vivian's sweet, pure petals, her incredibly soft breasts, and her erect, hot nipples, Vivian had already taken the initiative.

Vivian had taken the initiative, not only not resisting but also passionately returning my kisses. Her previously struggling hands now embraced me, and she pressed her body even closer to me, beginning to twist rhythmically.

And her movements were incredibly skillful, swaying against my body. Each twist and turn created friction that fueled my desire even more. Compared to Vivian, a wife of many years, I was still just an inexperienced novice.

I, who had initially been the aggressor, suddenly lost the initiative and became passive, even being pinned down.

Although it was undeniably embarrassing for a man, it was also tantamount to being served by the woman, which felt even more pleasurable.

Frankly, objectively speaking, in this situation, it was more accurate to say she was raping me than me raping Vivian.

Vivian's tongue gently swirled in my mouth, while her right hand, through my trousers, began stimulating my penis. I was wearing athletic pants that day, so the sensation was even more intense.

Although I was on the defensive, my hands didn't stop; I pulled down her bra strap.

Wearing a thin-strapped top and a transparent bra, when I pulled down Vivian's top, her beautifully shaped and alluring breasts were immediately revealed before my eyes, making my heart and penis pound faster involuntarily. Vivian's nipples

were light brown. I pulled Vivian down forcefully, bringing her closer to me, burying my face in her deep cleavage, inhaling her fragrance, and kneading one breast with each hand. Vivian's moans grew louder, and her right hand, which was playing with my penis, quickened its pace.

Besides licking Vivian's cleavage, my tongue also didn't miss her light brown nipples.

My fingers and mouth took turns servicing both nipples, and from the close contact of our bodies, I could feel Vivian's legs constantly rubbing against each other, and her juices were already flowing out of her shorts.

After pulling down Vivian's skirt, I saw a slightly small pair of red lace panties, already soaked with her juices.

I took off my clothes, and my erect, trembling penis was finally free from the confines of my pants.

Vivian immediately brought her mouth forward and took my penis in.

She began to stroke it vigorously, her tongue like a nimble snake, gently yet effectively licking my penis from top to bottom. Vivian's

technique was excellent, providing pleasure without pushing me to the point of ejaculation.

Therefore, although I felt incredibly comfortable and couldn't help but groan, I

showed no signs of ejaculating immediately, continuing to enjoy the sensation.

Not wanting it to end there, I gently pushed Vivian's head away. Vivian understood my meaning and didn't say anything, instead lying on the carpet with her legs spread, waiting for my entry.

With her legs spread wide, Vivian's entire secret garden was on full display, and her gently twitching clitoris seemed to beckon me. I guided my penis, aligned it, and leaned forward, smoothly sliding into her vagina and joining it. Vivian had given birth, but her vagina wasn't loose; it remained tight and elastic, yet already moist due to her sensitive nature. This meant my entry was relatively easy, yet I could feel a tight, warm embrace. The pleasurable sensation was unbearable, completely unleashing my desires. I abandoned all technique, relying solely on my primal instincts, and began to thrust violently. This violent thrusting caused Vivian to cry out and moan even more wildly.

Stimulated, I thrust even harder, pushing Vivian's legs higher to allow me to penetrate even deeper.

Vivian cooperated by twisting her hips, giving my penis a different kind of pleasure inside her, making it even harder to control myself. Vivian's hands, which had been holding me, moved to my buttocks, stimulating them further, making it impossible for me to hold back. I ejaculated completely inside her, and she accepted it all.

After ejaculating inside her, I tried to pull out, but Vivian held me tightly, her legs clamping around me, preventing me from withdrawing immediately.

She kissed me passionately, her hands stimulating my back and buttocks. Stimulated by that, my softened penis throbbed again, thrusting inside Vivian, and surprisingly, it slowly became erect again, continuing to fill her vagina… That night, Vivian let me ejaculate three times.

Vivian only reached her first orgasm during my third ejaculation.

Vivian's body was sensitive and easily aroused, yet she could take so long to climax.

I finally understood what Vivian meant when she said I'd regret it… After the climax, we fell asleep in each other's arms on the carpet. When I got up, it was already past 3 a.m., and I had to go home eventually. So,

after getting dressed, I kissed Vivian's beautiful sleeping face and rode my motorcycle home. Of course, I couldn't contact Vivian again. That passionate and dreamy night with Vivian could only remain a memory…

Although Vivian was already 28, she looked only around 21 or 22, quite young. She had neat, straight hair that reached her shoulders, and although she wore glasses, it couldn't hide her mature and beautiful face. She

also maintained a very good figure, wearing a shirt and long casual pants.

Although she wasn't dressed revealingly, it couldn't hide her good figure.

Especially her magnificent breasts, which I estimated to be at least 34D, seemed about to pop out of her shirt, making one's heart flutter.

Perhaps because she was already a wife and mother, she wasn't particularly wary or defensive towards me, a boy who still seemed like a little brother to her. However, she would appropriately wear a jacket when men around her were staring at her chest, shielding herself from their lewd gazes, including mine.

Weiwen's appearance and figure remained the focus of men's attention.

Weiwen didn't live in Taichung City, but in Taiping.

It wasn't unusual for someone from another town to come to the city for tutoring.

So, it wasn't anything particularly strange or noteworthy.

One day, Weiwen was probably too tired from work, and she actually dozed off during class.

She didn't tell anyone to wake her up for the bus.

Therefore, when Weiwen woke up after class, she missed her scheduled bus.

If she waited for the next bus, she wouldn't get home until almost midnight. So, I casually suggested that I give her a ride home on my motorcycle, and Weiwen agreed without any other ideas.

Vivian was wearing a culotte that day, so there was nothing wrong with her straddling the motorcycle. At first, she held onto the back crossbar

, keeping a certain distance from me. But as I sped up, she gradually put her arms around my shoulders, and then around my waist. Because of this, there was unavoidable physical contact, and the feeling of two soft mounds pressing against each other was really comfortable.

But now wasn't the time to enjoy that feeling; I could only focus on riding.

Weiwen didn't ask me to take her home; she only went to the bus stop near her house and then walked home herself. I didn't want to insist, so I turned around and rode home.

Although taking her home was just a coincidence, it increased my popularity in her eyes.

I never thought about making a move; secretly watching her and fantasizing was enough for me.

But fate intervened, and I ended up having close contact with Weiwen… Perhaps it was because she trusted me and believed she was an unattractive old woman, and that a young guy like me wouldn't be interested in her! Three or four times I took her home, but she never let me take her all the way home, always only to the bus stop.

However, she didn't let me do it for free; each time she would buy me snacks like fried chicken or oyster omelets as a late-night treat. After a while, I got used to it and didn't think it was a big deal.

She asked me to give her a ride home, and as usual, I took her to the bus stop near her house.

But she didn't get off; instead, she instructed me to keep riding. I obediently followed her instructions and took her to a nearby three-story detached house—it seemed this was Weiwen's home.

After Weiwen got off, I was about to turn around and leave when, unusually, she offered to come in and have a cold drink; she said she'd cook me a late-night snack.

Since my family wasn't home today, I figured I could stay a little longer before going home.

I also assumed her husband and child were still there, so I agreed.

But when I went inside, I found no one there.

I asked, and she said her husband was away on a business trip, and her child was at her grandparents' house near the woods, so she was all alone today… Sure enough, Weiwen had changed into an extremely casual set of loungewear—so casual it made her seem like I didn't exist.

A spaghetti-strap top accentuated Vivian's sexy shoulders and full breasts, while her super-short denim shorts barely covered her underwear, revealing her long, flawless legs that were sure to make anyone's heart race.

This figure was nothing like that of a mother.

I was stunned, my eyes glued to her.

Vivian laughed and scolded, "What are you looking at? You're an old woman! What's so interesting?" I was almost hypnotized, blankly replying, "Vivian's figure doesn't look like that of a mother who's given birth!" Vivian smiled charmingly, "It's nice to hear such compliments from a young man, but unfortunately, I'm already married.

You should say these things to unmarried girls! It's a waste to say them to an old woman like me with a child. "

With that, she smiled and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack. Vivian came out of the kitchen carrying juice, but then she tripped and fell—and of all places, she tripped and fell right in front of me.

Instinctively, I reached out my hands to prevent her from falling and to steady the plate.

Sure enough, the juice spilled, and I didn't manage to save Weiwen.

In the end, my left hand cushioned the ground to prevent Weiwen from hitting the ground directly, but my left palm ended up touching her buttocks; my right hand was hit by the falling plate and cup, which prevented them from hitting Weiwen, but the spilled juice still soaked my right hand and Weiwen's chest. To make matters worse, after my right hand shielded her from the plate and cup, it naturally drooped down, and just happened to touch Weiwen's 34D breasts.

My first reaction wasn't the wonderful sensation of my hands touching Weiwen's breasts and buttocks, which I had dreamed of.

Instead, I felt remorse for my incompetence; I hadn't done anything right.

Then came the wonderful feeling.

And the embarrassment… Weiwen and I were so close, our faces were inevitably closer.

I was caught in a dilemma: I couldn't let go, but I couldn't bear to give up that wonderful feeling, and my hands unconsciously moved slightly.

Vivian let out a groan instinctively.

That groan

threw all my remaining rationality to the winds; I only wanted to achieve absolute sensory satisfaction.

My hands continued to knead, kneading Vivian's breasts and buttocks respectively, and my face pressed against hers… I don't know if Vivian was doing it on purpose or was startled by the suddenness of it, but she didn't resist at all, only letting out instinctive moans of pleasure. When I kissed Vivian's lips, she seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly trying to push me away.

But it was too late… A flame that has been lit will not stop until it has burned everything that can burn; and once my lust was ignited, there was only one object to burn: Vivian before me… Although Vivian tried to push me away, her strength was ultimately no match for mine.

Vivian's body is quite sensitive. Soon after I began my assault, I could feel her body heating up, and her resistance weakening... I pushed Vivian down onto the carpet, kissing her cheeks, earlobes, and neck, occasionally touching her cherry lips.

At the same time, I caressed her large breasts through her spaghetti-strap top.

Between kisses, Vivian let out a soft moan: "Let go... I... I didn't say I was a midnight snack..." Her joking remark only fueled my laughter, and I kissed her even more frequently and intensely, holding her alluring cherry lips tightly, not wanting her to have another chance to speak.

Vivian was indeed quite sensitive. After only a few touches, her body grew increasingly hot, and her nipples became erect and swollen. "Ah...you...if you don't...if you don't stop...stop...you'll...ah...you'll regret it..." Vivian struggled desperately between my kisses, issuing this warning.

I didn't answer, but responded with an even stronger kiss and more forceful movements of my hands.

Regret? I'd only regret it if I stopped now! But, less than a minute later, I did regret it... Vivian was sensitive, and being an experienced married woman, her reaction was even stronger.

While I was still captivated by Vivian's sweet, pure petals, her incredibly soft breasts, and her erect, hot nipples, Vivian had already taken the initiative.

Vivian had taken the initiative, not only not resisting but also passionately returning my kisses. Her previously struggling hands now embraced me, and she pressed her body even closer to me, beginning to twist rhythmically.

And her movements were incredibly skillful, swaying against my body. Each twist and turn created friction that fueled my desire even more. Compared to Vivian, a wife of many years, I was still just an inexperienced novice.

I, who had initially been the aggressor, suddenly lost the initiative and became passive, even being pinned down.

Although it was undeniably embarrassing for a man, it was also tantamount to being served by the woman, which felt even more pleasurable.

Frankly, objectively speaking, in this situation, it was more accurate to say she was raping me than me raping Vivian.

Vivian's tongue gently swirled in my mouth, while her right hand, through my trousers, began stimulating my penis. I was wearing athletic pants that day, so the sensation was even more intense.

Although I was on the defensive, my hands didn't stop; I pulled down her bra strap.

Wearing a thin-strapped top and a transparent bra, when I pulled down Vivian's top, her beautifully shaped and alluring breasts were immediately revealed before my eyes, making my heart and penis pound faster involuntarily. Vivian's nipples

were light brown. I pulled Vivian down forcefully, bringing her closer to me, burying my face in her deep cleavage, inhaling her fragrance, and kneading one breast with each hand. Vivian's moans grew louder, and her right hand, which was playing with my penis, quickened its pace.

Besides licking Vivian's cleavage, my tongue also didn't miss her light brown nipples.

My fingers and mouth took turns servicing both nipples, and from the close contact of our bodies, I could feel Vivian's legs constantly rubbing against each other, and her juices were already flowing out of her shorts.

After pulling down Vivian's skirt, I saw a slightly small pair of red lace panties, already soaked with her juices.

I took off my clothes, and my erect, trembling penis was finally free from the confines of my pants.

Vivian immediately brought her mouth forward and took my penis in.

She began to stroke it vigorously, her tongue like a nimble snake, gently yet effectively licking my penis from top to bottom. Vivian's

technique was excellent, providing pleasure without pushing me to the point of ejaculation.

Therefore, although I felt incredibly comfortable and couldn't help but groan, I

showed no signs of ejaculating immediately, continuing to enjoy the sensation.

Not wanting it to end there, I gently pushed Vivian's head away. Vivian understood my meaning and didn't say anything, instead lying on the carpet with her legs spread, waiting for my entry.

With her legs spread wide, Vivian's entire secret garden was on full display, and her gently twitching clitoris seemed to beckon me. I guided my penis, aligned it, and leaned forward, smoothly sliding into her vagina and joining it. Vivian had given birth, but her vagina wasn't loose; it remained tight and elastic, yet already moist due to her sensitive nature. This meant my entry was relatively easy, yet I could feel a tight, warm embrace. The pleasurable sensation was unbearable, completely unleashing my desires. I abandoned all technique, relying solely on my primal instincts, and began to thrust violently. This violent thrusting caused Vivian to cry out and moan even more wildly.

Stimulated, I thrust even harder, pushing Vivian's legs higher to allow me to penetrate even deeper.

Vivian cooperated by twisting her hips, giving my penis a different kind of pleasure inside her, making it even harder to control myself. Vivian's hands, which had been holding me, moved to my buttocks, stimulating them further, making it impossible for me to hold back. I ejaculated completely inside her, and she accepted it all.

After ejaculating inside her, I tried to pull out, but Vivian held me tightly, her legs clamping around me, preventing me from withdrawing immediately.

She kissed me passionately, her hands stimulating my back and buttocks. Stimulated by that, my softened penis throbbed again, thrusting inside Vivian, and surprisingly, it slowly became erect again, continuing to fill her vagina… That night, Vivian let me ejaculate three times.

Vivian only reached her first orgasm during my third ejaculation.

Vivian's body was sensitive and easily aroused, yet she could take so long to climax.

I truly understand what Vivian meant when she said I'd regret it... After the climax, we fell asleep in each other's arms on the carpet. When I got up, it was already past 3 AM. I had to go home eventually, so after getting dressed,

I kissed Vivian's beautiful sleeping face and rode my motorcycle home. Of course, I couldn't contact Vivian again. That passionate, dreamlike night with Vivian could only remain a memory...

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