Beautiful noblewoman

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The beautiful, wealthy woman
returned to bed, unable to concentrate on the television. The image of the woman across the hall kept replaying in her mind:
her hair piled high, a greyish-white trench coat, a tall figure, and perhaps, a pretty face? Full breasts? A juicy vulva?… Her mind churned and churned, making her erection incredibly high… A complete stranger, she wondered if she was staying alone? Was she attractive and charming? Did she already have plans? She didn't know… Just thinking about it wasn't enough; all her efforts were wasted if she didn't try… How could she win over a stranger? And she wanted to do it tonight, preferably right now… After a struggle, she decided to give it a try!
She got up, tidied herself up, looked in the mirror, and was quite satisfied with herself. Then she picked up her phone, removed the battery, and put it back in backwards—note, this was her next excuse. Then she boldly opened her room door, walked to the woman's door, and knocked.
"Who is it?"—a soft, sweet female voice.
"Excuse me, I'm from the room across the hall. I'd like to ask you for a favor, is that alright?" I said.
The other person opened the door. A fragrant scent wafted in, and what made my heart flutter even more was that the person was a stunningly beautiful woman, in her thirties, with fair skin, an oval face, and light makeup, exuding elegance and sophistication, with the air of a noblewoman. She was my favorite type.
"It's like this, my phone is dead, and I urgently need to call a friend, but I didn't memorize the number; it's saved on my SIM card. Could you do me a favor?" I looked pitiful, waving my phone in my hand, my sincerity couldn't be more genuine. I looked at her, watching her reaction.
She smiled slightly, "Sure, just a moment." Then she turned to get her phone.
I felt a surge of joy, taking a step from outside the door towards the inside, but not actually going in; I just stood inside.
Little wolves, this is a technique; I won't go into the details now. You'll figure it out yourself.
"I'm so sorry to bother you so late. It's all my fault for being careless and forgetting my phone charger..." I rambled on, being polite, while observing her bathroom: only one of the two towels was used, the other was hanging neatly, and only one bath towel was used. This confirmed that she was currently the only one staying in the room.
"It's okay, I sleep late, it's only a little past 7." She was quite easygoing.
"What time do you usually go to bed?" I asked. This seemingly casual question actually had many implications. If she went to bed early, it meant she was usually very tired from work and life, and very disciplined, with little nightlife. If she went to bed late, it meant her daytime life wasn't very tiring, and she had nothing to do at night, so there were often opportunities.
"It's not fixed, usually around 11," she replied.
After using her phone, I dialed my other, switched-off number, deliberately letting her hear that it was off.
And so, we started chatting. I didn't leave, and she didn't try to get rid of me.
Later, I learned that she was a finance manager at a company, and her husband was a government official. She was here for a long meeting with little content; basically, it was a company-sponsored vacation. In the past few days, she had already visited almost all the nearby tourist attractions and shopping malls, and bought quite a few things… Before I knew it, it was past 9 pm. We chatted very congenially, from work to business trips, to travel, to shopping, to major brands, to corporate secrets, and finally to celebrity scandals and interesting stories… “These days, I don’t know why, there are so many scandals involving celebrities. It seems like without scandals, they’re not famous…” she said.
“They’ll do anything to become famous. Making money is the only hard truth; they’ve broken free from traditional constraints…” I replied casually.
“Speaking of celebrities, I suddenly realized you look a lot like that xxx, a celebrity I really like…” she seemed to be hinting at me. I felt a surge of secret delight.
“Really? Do I really look like him? I’m not as lucky as him…” I probed.
“Men never tell the truth. You’re lying,” she said.
"I'd like to have one, but I'm afraid it will affect my family and my work, so I'm very self-disciplined." I was implying that if it didn't affect her family or work, then she wouldn't need to be self-disciplined.
"Looks like you're a good man, haha." She laughed, a beautiful laugh. And there was a very subtle movement—she shifted
her body slightly to the side. I didn't care about that and took the opportunity to sit down next to her, about two fists' distance away.
Then I watched her reaction.
Just as I expected, she quickly shifted to the side again, but the distance was very small.
This indicated that she was wary, but not completely rejecting.
"Someone as beautiful as you, I'm sure there are many people pursuing you!" I turned my head and deliberately looked at her, asking.
"It was okay when I was young, but now that I'm old, who would want me—" She sighed. Women do age quickly after 30, but she was indeed very well-maintained, and with a good figure, she still had charm even in her old age.
"You're still so beautiful now. When you were young, you must have been the kind of woman whose smile could topple cities..." I flattered her relentlessly. Of course, she was indeed very attractive.
"Do you have any photos of yourself when you were young? Let me see." I continued to look for an opportunity.
"I think I have some on my phone. Let me see," she said. Flattery never fails. Especially with women. She took out her phone and started looking for photos. I took the opportunity to move closer to her and lean in, getting very close.
This time she didn't refuse or move away. I smelled the fragrance emanating from her, which made me feel dizzy and emboldened me. I could clearly feel that her breathing had changed.
On one hand, there was sweet talk and flattery; on the other hand, there was physical contact (although there were clothes between us, we could feel each other's breathing rhythm). Fellow wolves, if you're not bold enough at this point, you're a coward. You have to take the risk.
I tried to put my arm around her waist, get closer, and press myself against her. She was startled, pulled her hand away, and stood up. "No, this isn't right—" she said, a little shyly.
Fellow wolves, I'm not trying to keep you in suspense; this is exactly what happened. A respectable woman is different from those sluts. She won't just give you a hug and then throw in a passionate advance. A respectable woman is a respectable woman; she has her own charm.
"You're so beautiful, I'm having trouble controlling myself—" I continued with sweet talk, trying to seduce her.
Seeing that she didn't immediately get angry and kick me out, I knew there was still a chance.
So I followed her, hugged her from behind, and pressed my crotch tightly against her buttocks. Experienced wolves know that mature women usually can't resist this. She tried to break free, but my arms were tight, resting on her lower abdomen, not touching her breasts or her pubic area.
I wanted to give her a temporary sense of security.
She struggled a few times, but seeing she couldn't break free, she simply stopped moving and turned to me, saying, "Let go, this isn't good. What if someone comes in?" "Then I'll go close the door." -- Haha, fellow wolves, please note that if the other person uses similar words to remind you that it's not safe, that they're afraid of this or that, it means that she has already tacitly agreed. But you need to be careful to ensure her safety.
After locking the door, she seemed relieved. She hugged me tightly and kissed me. Her lips were exceptionally sensual, and her tongue was very proactive. We licked, kissed, stirred, and teased each other. My hands roamed and caressed her pert buttocks. Even through her clothes, the effect was obvious. She panted heavily, her breathing was rapid, and her body trembled occasionally.
Our tongues intertwined, we hugged and caressed each other tightly. I could clearly feel that she was aroused. Her noble and dignified face had become filled with desire. Her eyes were gently closed, her expression hazy, wanton, and satisfied… which gave me immense stimulation. My hands slipped inside her clothes, roaming over her buttocks and inner thighs. Her flesh was incredibly soft, tender, and smooth, like that of a newborn baby. The feel was wonderful, incredibly stimulating.
"Oh, oh, oh, um, I can't take it anymore, it's so stimulating…" she gasped.
I intensified my attack, unbuttoning her pants and letting them fall naturally... leaving only her sexy panties and fair thighs. Her clitoris was already overflowing, as my hand could feel the wetness through her underwear. Her hands began to move, first caressing my back, then my waist, then my buttocks, and my enormous member... "How can it be so big—" she said dreamily.
"Isn't being big bad?" I chuckled mischievously.
"You're so naughty—" she clung to me like a little girl, pouting.
My hand intensified its attack, slipping under the edge of her panties, gently stroking her sensitive area with my middle finger, tracing the small crevice, wandering, wandering, until it reached that little fleshy mound—a woman's G-spot—"Mmm—oh—a little gentler—" she couldn't take it anymore and began to moan.
I didn't care about that, and worked even harder, my middle finger tracing arcs on her G-spot, the speed increasing, occasionally teasing her opening to gauge the flow! She was very wet and her skin was smooth.
Her expression became even more dazed: her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing was heavy, her mouth opened and closed slightly, and she moaned intermittently, "Oh, oh, oh--mm--mm, so itchy, so stimulating--" Seeing that the time was right, I pressed down on her shoulders—wanting her to squat down and give me a good sucking. But she struggled desperately and refused to squat down.
"No, I don't like it, I've never done it before..." she said.
Still a "virgin," no wonder she looked so noble.
I didn't care about anything else, I pinned her against the wall, standing face to face, pulled down her panties, lifted one of her legs with one hand, and then whispered in her ear, teasing her: "Do you want (to fuck you)? If you do, take it and put it in."
As I spoke, I rubbed my penis against her vagina.
This seemingly noble woman was now consumed by lust. She deftly grabbed my penis and guided it towards her "waterfall entrance." I thrust my hips forward—plop—ah—with a groan from her, my thick penis slid all the way into her hole. Instantly, I felt my large penis enveloped by a warm, moist embrace—warm, wet, comfortable, and amazing!
I didn't rush to thrust, but instead swayed my hips from side to side, letting my penis explore her hole in arcs. This made her even more breathless and panting. She grabbed my waist with both hands: "You're bad—you're bad—come on—" and then actively thrust in and out, arching her hips.
Fellow wolves, let me share some advice: at this point, inexperienced wolves will definitely go along with it, thrusting hard, *crack crack crack*—*plop plop plop*—for a three-minute burst of pleasure, then ejaculating—ultimately ending up with a moment of euphoria followed by a bellyful of regret. Looking at the beauty, not satisfied with just playing around, but lacking the skill, I picked up my gun and went for another round... At this moment, one must maintain a sense of proportion, both arousing the other's desire and ensuring one's own "golden spear" remains strong, growing more vigorous with each battle, making the other want a second time after the first!
I continued to use my big stick to draw inside her honey hole, probing left and right, exploring, making only small movements, not making forceful thrusts, just teasing her passion, not satisfying her sexual desire.
"Ah...ah...ah...um--oh ah..." She had already abandoned her noblewoman's dignity and airs, and began to moan comfortably.
"I want...come on...ah...ah...ah...it's so itchy...come on...I want it..." She twisted her waist, moaning lustfully.
"You want it? What do you want?" I deliberately teased her.
"Um--you're bad--ah...ah...I want it, move faster...it's so itchy..." She moaned, her lips actively pressing against my neck, kissing passionately.
As I enjoyed the lady's sweet kisses, I felt my large penis being enveloped by her warm, moist vagina. It was a warm, slippery vagina, with fleshy walls everywhere, and it was elastic. Every now and then, a little stream would flow out of the opening, making a soft, squelching sound.
"Then tell me, what do you want? I'll give it to you..." I said with a wicked smile.
"Ah...ah...I want your big penis...it's so itchy..." She was kissing my earlobe, which made me feel so excited and thrilled.
"Then can I use my big penis to penetrate you?" "Yes, yes, hurry up and penetrate me...ah...ah...hurry up..." "Where will you use your big penis to penetrate?" "Hmm...hmm...you're bad, penetrate my little cunt...ah...it's so itchy, hurry up..." "Okay, I'll use my big penis to penetrate your little cunt..."
Seeing that the time was right, I took the opportunity to lift her up to the dressing mirror, and then had her face the mirror. I hugged her waist from behind. Fellow wolves, at this moment, she's only naked from the waist down; I haven't taken off her clothes. Why? It's not that I forgot to mention, it's that I genuinely haven't. Because I want her to completely abandon her airs and dignity as a wealthy lady in front of me, and completely surrender herself to me. Besides, what kind of feeling is it to see a woman in a high bun, dressed in expensive clothes, her pink buttocks raised, being brutally penetrated, brutally fucked, and played with by you in the mirror? What kind of enjoyment is that?
If you're playing with a woman with her clothes off, the lights off, and it's pitch black, then it's all the same no matter how you play with her; all women are pretty much the same. There's only temporary satisfaction and release, not much psychological satisfaction or beautiful memories.
Okay, enough nonsense.
I slapped my big cock against her pink buttocks a few times, deliberately not actively penetrating her.
"Ah...ah...you're bad, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, I want your big cock..." She was impatient, grabbing my big cock with one hand, quickly finding her honey hole, and then, aiming at her entrance, pulling my big cock in.
I didn't keep her in suspense any longer, supporting her waist with both hands, and with a thrust, my big cock went in all the way to the hilt. I watched as a stream of honey flowed out of her honey hole, and then I did what all you wolves are very familiar with, slapping and slapping her buttocks... "Ah...ah...ah...uh...uh..." she cried out happily, moaning.
"Does it feel good to be fucked like this?" "Ah...ah...uh...it feels good,...it feels good...don't stop, keep going..." While thrusting, I played around with different positions, sometimes three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes one shallow thrust followed by three deep one, sometimes pausing to draw circles in her honey hole with my cock... "Ah...it feels good...I like you fucking me like this...faster, ah...ah...again..." she cried out happily, moaning comfortably.
After about a hundred thrusts, I deliberately played a trick, reaching out and grabbing her hair, making her lift her head to look at our reflection in the mirror. It seemed to be the first time she'd done this; I could clearly feel her vagina tighten and contract, and a gush of fluid enveloped my large penis.
"Ah...ah...I'm dying...dying...uh...ooh...ah..." She climaxed so quickly.
Then she lost her balance, and I quickly caught her, throwing her onto the bed. Then, taking advantage of the situation, I pinned her down in a traditional Chinese position and thrust inside.
She was exhausted, but I asked, "How are you feeling?" looking into her eyes.
"You're so naughty, so amazing..." she chuckled shyly.
"Let's take a break, and then again?" I said.
"Ugh, I'm so tired, you've killed me, yours is so big..." she seemed incoherent.
"Okay, then let's rest for a bit, and I'll make you feel like you're dying again later, okay?" "Okay," she said, reaching out to hug my back.

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