A woman loves to fight

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Today's my day off, and I couldn't find any friends to go shopping with. My friends are either married and back home beating up their kids, or dating and chasing after guys. Basically, they're either with their boyfriends or other guys;
they've lost all sense of decency when it comes to women. I've had a few relationships before, but they all ended after a few months. Those guys are heartless; they only care about your looks and figure. They'll fool you into bed, then run away when they see a girl next door with bigger breasts and more revealing clothes. Now that I'm single, finding a guy to date is so difficult.
Hmph, I can put on some makeup, dress up, and look sexy, what's wrong with that? A few days ago, I specifically bought a chiffon tube top mini skirt to show off my cleavage and give it a youthful, girly look. The bra and undershirt are both lace, super sexy enough. Wearing 5-inch heels and a pure, girly makeup look, I'm sure to kill any guy with this look. I looked at myself in the mirror and was quite satisfied. Then I grabbed my handbag and went shopping.
Wearing 5-inch heels was really tough; my calves were swollen from walking. But it was all worth it for the sake of looking good. Besides, the guys along the way were staring at me, which made me feel proud.
After walking for an hour, I was exhausted and decided to have some high tea at a fancy restaurant on the corner of the mall. The restaurant had a beautiful ambiance and was usually very quiet. I sat at the back, wanting to avoid being disturbed. I put on my headphones and listened to music while reading a book by Yi Shu. That was more sophisticated. I even dozed off after a while.
After waking up, I looked around. Hmm, there was a guy sitting at the two tables, dressed in a suit and tie, looking quite refined. He even looked like a young Andy Lau, very stylish and classy. What was he doing there? I had been dozing for so long, maybe he was watching me to see what I was thinking. Hmm, he looked over at me. I'm dressed so sexy today, could he be interested in me? I think so. Hmm, he seems to have dropped a pen on the ground. I saw him bend down and slowly pick it up. That movement was a bit strange. Hmm, I know, my skirt is so short today, he definitely wants to hide under my skirt. Those movements are too obvious to fool me. How could I not have a woman's intuition? I subconsciously tucked my legs in, pressed my skirt tightly, and covered myself with one hand.
Huh, she wasn't looking at me. Of course, I had covered myself with my skirt earlier, which made her lose interest. Hmm, fine, if you want to peek, I'll let you. I spent thousands on this undershirt and bra; it's worth it to seduce your guys.
I pretended to continue reading my novel, but actually, I was watching her actions. Huh, she finally looked at me. I immediately acted like Sharon Stone's basic instinct, repeatedly twirling my legs left and right, making extra big and slow movements, and even pausing in the middle of the twirling motion, giving her the opportunity to peek under my skirt. She seemed to be stunned when she peeked under my skirt, of course, attracted by the view under my skirt. How could a woman's intuition not be involved in these things?
I figured he'd already shown off all his candy, and I was worried I'd accidentally expose myself again. Wait, he moved to the next spot and seemed to have slipped down. Hmph, no doubt he's trying to see under me. He needs to see my undershirt clearly; a woman's intuition tells her all.
Okay, let's do it again, let's make it even more exciting, you lecherous little devil. I quietly pulled up my skirt a bit. The skirt was already short enough; pulling it up further would barely cover my undershirt. If I just spread my legs wide, it would be completely exposed. I'd tease him until he was completely aroused, then let him have his fun. Just thinking about it is exhilarating.
While he was looking over, I slowly spread my legs wide. His angle, combined with the sunlight filtering through the curtains, meant he could see right through my pink lace undershirt. Hmm, she really is looking at me with such a lustful gaze. I shifted my leg, sometimes covering myself, sometimes revealing my eyes, that's how I whet my appetite and seduce her. I figured she'd definitely gotten aroused by now, how could a woman's intuition not guide her?
Hmm, she put her hand in her pocket and started masturbating. Oh, could it be that I made her need to masturbate? She really was, her hand was moving around a lot in her pocket. I knew I wasn't wrong, she definitely couldn't resist masturbating. Watching her masturbate got me really excited too. Hmm, she's completely climaxed, of course she came. How could a woman's intuition not guide her?
Every time I think about these lewd things, I get so wet down there. Right now, I'm all wet down there, and my heart is pounding. It's been so long since I've been with a man, and I really want it. I'm trying to seduce him like this; I wonder if he'll come over and rape me. I
sat quietly for a while, but he didn't make a move. Today, without even using a blindfold, I could feel my underwear getting wet. I got up to pay the bill and leave, but he still didn't react. Maybe he ejaculated and his pants were wet, making it inconvenient for him to get up. I walked past him, turned back, smiled, and gave him a quick, seductive look, implying, "If you want to hook up with me, come on over." His expression was a bit strange, but a woman's intuition tells her all; he was definitely completely captivated by me.
I swayed and twisted my hips as I slowly walked away in my high heels, wondering if she would follow me. I headed towards the back stairs, where it was so quiet. If she followed, would she rape me there? I looked behind me—wait, no one. No reason. Even though I'm so attractive, she can't get interested. She has no taste.
After walking a while, wait, wait, I heard footsteps behind me. She really was following me. I was a little nervous and didn't dare look back. Would she be rough? I went to the back stairs and waited for a while. Wait, wait, wait, no sound behind me. No one was around. After waiting a while, suddenly someone pushed open the door. It was her! She was like a young Andy Lau! She lunged at me, really trying to rape me. She even said, "Miss, you…yes…" I didn't need her to say anything; I knew what she wanted to say: "Miss, your breasts are so hot, I want to touch them." "Young Andy Lau pounced on me, not to mention wanting to touch my breasts, even if he wanted to have sex with me, I would agree.
I hugged him tightly, pressed my chest against his body, and brought my mouth to him. When he saw my fiery red lips, he immediately kissed me. While we were making love, I tested his reaction down there. I touched it with the back of my hand, and wow, it was already hard and hot. He grabbed my hand and unceremoniously lifted my skirt to touch my thighs and then moved over to rub my vulva. He was so manly, and I liked it. I went limp. I loosened the side slit of my skirt so that he could reach in to unhook my bra and touch my breasts. He groped me all over, and I got all aroused by him."
I forcefully pulled down his pants, then raised my leg and rubbed my vulva against his penis. His penis was very thick. After a while, he finally couldn't hold back anymore, turned me around, and penetrated me from behind. I was already wet from his ministrations. His penis easily slid in and filled my vagina, hot and thick. He thrust violently, constantly calling my name. It was so warm and romantic. He was really fond of me, and he even lifted my shirt, unhooked my bra, and squeezed my breasts. I let him penetrate me for a few minutes, my whole body convulsing with waves of orgasm. It felt so good. After a few more thrusts, he ejaculated inside me, leaning against my back, panting, before pulling out.
I was completely wet and pounced on him. He said, "Miss, I want..." I knew she was really eager to pick me up. A woman's intuition tells me all this. Before she could finish speaking, I said, "I'm already your woman. Do whatever you want. I promise to be your wife." She was stunned with joy.
I hadn't closed a single deal today, and that gossipy customer even ripped me off, leaving me feeling utterly disheartened. I went to a tea restaurant in the mall to calm down. The restaurant wasn't doing much business, so I just took it. It didn't matter; fewer people meant more peace and quiet.
Hey, there's a woman sitting there sleeping, ignoring everyone else. She sat at the next table, ordered a coffee, and finished her proposal.
Huh, the girl across the street is awake and looking around. Sigh, I thought it was the main course, but it's just pork chop. She's even wearing heavy makeup, like monkey poop! Her eyelashes and dark eyeshadow make her look like she's had her eye swollen from a punch. And she's dressed so thinly, probably because she's cold, miss.
While writing my proposal, I dropped a pen. I bent down, used my foot to pick it up, and then bent down again to retrieve it. Done! I noticed the girl across the street was wearing a really short skirt.
Ignoring everyone else, I continued reading my proposal. Huh, what's with those high heels clicking? I looked over and saw her raising one leg, fidgeting left and right. I don't know what she's doing. Miss, your skirt is so short, and with all those movements, you're going to expose yourself!
I shouldn't worry about it too much. It's a bit hot on the west side of the seat. I'll sit in the cooler seat next to it and continue reading the proposal. Hey, this girl is sitting here with her legs wide open. Her skirt is so short that I can already see her four-piece stockings and the lace trim on her underwear. But it seems like she can't see that I'm sitting across from her. She's completely exposed and doesn't even realize it. She even moved over and opened her skirt wide. It's pink with sheer lace in the front, so sexy. Her underwear is completely exposed. I can see everything.
Just then, my phone rang. I had already checked my phone's vibration, so I reached into my pocket. I figured it was some gossipy customer chasing after a proposal, so I pretended to be busy and ignored it. I just pulled out a USB cable and plugged in the battery charger so it wouldn't run out of power. A while later, the call came again, and my phone vibrated again. That gossipy customer was driving me crazy; the vibrations were so intense my hand was shaking. The girl across from me, wearing pink underwear, was really giving me a hard time. It's no wonder that gossipy customer was teasing me.
Hey, the girl got up to pay the bill. She was clacking her high heels, twisting and turning like she was trying to look young—it was disgusting. As she left the restaurant and passed by me, she suddenly turned back and smiled. I politely nodded and smiled back, but I had no idea what she was up to.
I sat for a while, paid, and left, taking the shortcut back to the office. I pushed open the door opposite the back staircase, and wow, who played such a prank? There was a puddle of water there. I accidentally stepped on it and slipped, falling forward. It was that woman in front of me! I was lying on top of her, so of course I immediately said sorry. But I only managed to say, "Miss...yes..." before I could finish saying "I'm sorry," when she suddenly hugged me tightly in a flirtatious way, pressing her breasts against my body. Her breasts were quite soft and felt nice. I was speechless for a moment, and then she suddenly leaned in and kissed me, and even started making out with her penis. I couldn't breathe.
When she grabbed my hand, she seemed to touch my charger in my pocket, and said in a flirtatious voice, "It's so hot and hard." Of course, the charger was hot since it had just been used.
The woman grabbed my hand, intending to guide it under her skirt. A warm breeze blew in, and men, like everyone else, were tempted to act without regard for appearances. Once my hand was under her skirt, I couldn't resist. I reached down and touched her breasts; they were quite smooth. After touching them further, I realized her genitals were already soaking wet. No wonder she was so aroused. I stroked her vulva through her panties, making her clitoris throb.
Suddenly, the woman went crazy and pulled off my pants, forcefully pulling my underwear down to my calves. She bent down and sucked my buttocks, licking my glans. I got hard. She quickly took off her own underwear and rubbed my buttocks with her vagina like a dog urinating. Hey, miss, rubbing like that is very easy to arouse. My buttocks were rubbed so hard by the woman that I was really about to cum. Men are all lousy, thinking that even if it's ugly, it's still a meal, but this woman really couldn't take it.
Men have many ways to deal with this situation. Help the woman turn around and enter from behind. At first, you can't see her face. Actually, all women's vaginas are the same, just different in tightness. Concentrate on thinking about your goddess – Lin Chi-ling.
Lifting Chiling's skirt, I positioned myself correctly and slid smoothly into her vagina from behind, all the way to her cervix. Chiling's vagina was quite tight, gripping my buttocks tightly. I held Chiling's slender waist and thrust in and out. So much fluid, it was great to penetrate. Wow, making love with a goddess is so amazing! Her bra was so sexy. I pulled down her tube dress, kissed her back, and easily removed her bra with one hand. Her breasts were so bouncy. While playing with them, I couldn't help but call out her name – Chiling, Chiling. She moaned and groaned softly, it was so pleasurable. After a few minutes of thrusting, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her. Exhausted, I lay panting on her back, not wanting to pull my butt out.
Suddenly snapping back to reality, I realized this woman wasn't a goddess after all. My buttocks shrunk back and slipped out. I'd been so excited I'd lost all reason, and I quickly pulled up my pants.
I'm not the kind of guy who'd just grope someone, and besides, she was a girl after all; you have to plop yourself down after you've had your fun. So, thinking I'd explain to her, I said, "Miss, I...I want to..." Before I could even begin, she grabbed me and said in a coquettish voice, "You bastard, you called me so romantically before, and now you call me 'Miss.' I'm already your woman. You can do whatever you want. I promise to be your wife, okay?" At first, I didn't understand, but then she said in another coquettish voice, "Call me Chiling, my husband." I don't know if this is some kind of legendary woman's intuition, but I was completely stunned by her words.

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