Married women can never get enough of playing with.

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In December 2005, I went on a business trip to a coastal city in Guangdong, working on a project that would take about a month. Bored at night, I chatted online. I had an English username, and soon a netizen sent me a greeting in English. We chatted for a while, telling jokes and asking basic questions. I learned some things about her: an assistant manager at a foreign-owned garment factory, 28, divorced, living alone, from Sichuan. When I switched to QQ, her photo startled me: she looked like Hong Kong actress Fish Leong (one of the few so-called celebrities I knew). We continued chatting, joking and getting to know each other, and both were quite satisfied. That's how we met online. That night we talked a lot—life, work, ideals, everything—we got along very well, chatting for hours without realizing it. Finally, it got too late, and we reluctantly logged off to rest. But after that, chatting with her online became a very important part of my life. I don't know when it started, but she began telling me about her relationships, and I don't know when, but we started talking about sex. Strangely, she didn't use any explicit words to flirt with me, yet she filled me with fantasies about her! Perhaps that's the essence of her charm. She also told me about several lovers outside the walls of her marriage, and even talked about her experiences with them. After chatting like this for a few days, I decided to invite her to dinner.
On December 17, 2005, a cool autumn weekend evening, I met her: about 163 cm tall, long hair, high heels, carrying a small bag, wearing a light-colored dress, just off work. As she approached, I was captivated by her beauty: although slightly thin, her skin was so white you could almost see the veins, she had a delicate oval face, and a soft, melodious voice. "After dinner, shall we take a walk?" I suggested, and she agreed. We walked around the lawn for a while, making harmless jokes. After walking along a path of stones across the lake, she suddenly lost her balance. I caught up from behind and took her hand. Her hand was icy cold. She tried to pull away but couldn't, so we just held on.
We walked until about 9 pm, probably covering half the distance of the Red Army's Long March. I decided to walk her home, and she tacitly agreed. When we got to her apartment building, it was a high-rise with an elevator.
I said, "I had a very pleasant chat with you today."
"Me too," she smiled, like a half-bloomed rose.
I was captivated. "Could I come up for a glass of water?"
I asked. She laughed. "What if I say no?"
I said, "You won't."
She laughed again. "Okay, but you can't take advantage of me."
Her home was exquisitely decorated, two bedrooms and a living room, simple and clean, with fresh flowers adorning the small, tranquil living room. She was a woman of great taste. Interestingly, she said she rarely drank boiled water, and there was often no hot water at home… a little trick, a bit of coyness, haha.
After showering, it was already past midnight. She was still listlessly watching a boring program. I glanced at it and chuckled; it was a sports program. "Shall we take a break?" "
Okay," she said, turning off the TV.
I loved her bed, a huge 1.8-meter-wide bed with thick bedding. She came out of the bathroom after her shower, wearing pajamas. The dim bedside lamp cast shadows on her slender body beneath her pajamas. "
Why are you still standing?" she asked. "
I'm looking at your photos," I pointed to the art photos on her bedroom wall. "
Photos of me when I was young, huh? Pretty, right?"
"Yes, but now I have even more of a woman's charm." I sincerely admired her, and instinctively hugged her. Her clothes were smooth, her body light. My blood started to rush. I couldn't wait to pull her into my arms. I whispered in her ear, "Baby, you're so beautiful, let me kiss you properly." She didn't resist, lowering her head, letting me kiss her face passionately. Her lips were a little cold, her thin lips gently brushing against mine. Only now was it the first time I truly looked at her, gazing at her. Her large eyes blinked incessantly as she looked at me, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering. I moved closer to her and kissed her warm, soft lips. Then I kissed her small mouth, our tongues entwining. I felt her hold me tighter, and I pulled her into my arms even closer. I rolled over and lay on top of her, embracing her and kissing her again. I rolled over and lay on top of her, embracing her and kissing her again. By this time, I was only wearing underwear, and my penis was hard, stretching the underwear high. She must have felt it too, because I gently took off her suit jacket with both hands, then reached behind her back to unhook her bra and pull it off as well, then gently pulled down her purple panties to her thighs. At that moment, I saw a beautiful body revealed before me—small breasts, but the nipples were gently erect. Her abdomen was smooth.
I continued kissing downwards, her breasts, abdomen, outer thighs, knees, calves… At each spot, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her voice so alluring. I slowly began kissing upwards along the inside of her thighs, stopping at her vulva, which was already gushing wet. I teased around it with the tip of my tongue, and she let out a soft "ah." "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" I asked deliberately. "You, you bad boy!" she laughed and scolded. My tongue continued to tease her labia majora. Her legs began to close, clamping my head between them. My tongue began to penetrate deeper; her taste was delicate, like a virgin's. I teased her clitoris, and with each movement, she squeezed me tightly. Soon, my lips were covered in moisture. "
Do you have a condom?" I asked. No, she said, "I haven't had one for two years since my divorce."
Entering her body was a wonderful feeling: without any assistance, my thick penis slid smoothly down her thighs into her vagina. I loved this smooth feeling.
She wasn't the type to moan loudly during sex, but those soft sounds were so intoxicating, making my blood boil. Unlike the women I'd had sex with before, her vagina was more contractile. Because my penis was relatively long, and she wasn't very tall, I could feel it reaching her cervix after penetration. With another gentle thrust, she cried out, "Too deep!" I smiled and kissed her. I began to slowly thrust in and out, starting shallowly, rubbing the back of my penis against her wet clitoris. With each withdrawal, she let out a soft moan. After about five minutes, she began to lose control. She hugged my waist and pressed down hard. At this point, I began to penetrate deeper, and she didn't feel it was too deep. I enjoyed the tight embrace of her smooth vagina, the warmth of her fluids, and the slight trembling of her body as her lower body welcomed my penetration.
We changed positions; I sat up, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, so I could see her entire front, her thighs, and the process of my penis entering and exiting her body. This position excited me the most. She writhed, her moans growing louder, "Ah...ah..." The more she cried out, the more powerful my thrusts became. The bed creaked gently. "
Come on, let's go from behind," I said. "
How about from behind?" she asked innocently.
I couldn't help but laugh; it seemed she really couldn't do much. Following my hand positions, she knelt down on the edge of the bed. Her buttocks weren't large, but they were fair and smooth. I stroked them and inserted my penis from behind. "
My God, so deep!" she cried out from the front.
"Yes, feel it, is it comfortable?" I said, and began thrusting again.
This time she finally went wild; in less than 10 minutes, she stopped moaning, her upper body limp on the bed, no longer responding to my thrusts. I gently patted her buttocks, making her lie down. She collapsed onto the bed with a thud, unable to move her limbs.
I leaned down and lay beside her. "
How was it? Still okay?" I asked with a smile.
She waved her hand weakly, finally managing to say, "...Oh my god, you're so...so amazing.
I love this feeling." Many women had said similar things before, but I didn't appreciate it, because all I needed was their vaginas. This one was different; I really liked this woman. "
Can we continue?" I asked mischievously.
"Aren't you done yet?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"No, not yet." I laughed.
"Oh..." she sighed, then laughed too, "How are you so amazing!
" I re-entered her body, this beautiful woman... About 20 minutes later, her moans, my panting, and the sweat glistening between us; the shaking of the bed, and her undulating breasts, moving rhythmically with my penis entering and exiting her vagina, all under my control, formed the most primal melody, gradually bringing me to orgasm. I began to find it a little difficult to penetrate her, then I thrust forward with all my might, suddenly gasping for breath.
At that moment, an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted within my heated body. I felt my semen spurt from my penis, millions of sperm rushing into her uterus, my testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitching intermittently beneath my scrotum.
The world seemed to cease to exist except for her naked, alluring figure, me, and the waves of pleasurable excitement that followed our intercourse.
I suddenly felt cold, and with a sense of relief, I collapsed onto her soft breasts…
It was a perfect sexual encounter, lasting about an hour and a half. We did it again every half hour afterwards. Before dawn, I don't remember how many times we did it, only that each time she was almost unconscious, yet she didn't resist my embrace. At dawn, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, she angrily punched my shoulder, "You hurt me!"
"Really? Where does it hurt?" I asked deliberately. "
You're so naughty, now I can't even walk straight," she said shyly, feigning anger.
In the following days, I simply moved my luggage from the hotel to her house. During the day, we went to work, and when we came home at night, we couldn't wait to get into bed and make love. She didn't like condoms; she said she couldn't feel my body temperature that way. I said, "That's not body temperature, it's penile temperature." In this playful exchange, I began to enjoy the beauty of her body again.
In December 2005, I went on a business trip to a coastal city in Guangdong, working on a project that would take about a month. Bored at night, I chatted online. I had an English username, and soon a netizen sent me a greeting in English. We chatted for a while, telling jokes and asking basic questions. I learned some things about her: an assistant manager at a foreign-owned garment factory, 28, divorced, living alone, from Sichuan. When I switched to QQ, her photo startled me: she looked like Hong Kong actress Fish Leong (one of the few so-called celebrities I knew). We continued chatting, joking and getting to know each other, and both were quite satisfied. That's how we met online. That night we talked a lot—life, work, ideals, everything—we got along very well, chatting for hours without realizing it. Finally, it got too late, and we reluctantly logged off to rest. But after that, chatting with her online became a very important part of my life. I don't know when it started, but she began telling me about her relationships, and I don't know when, but we started talking about sex. Strangely, she didn't use any explicit words to flirt with me, yet she filled me with fantasies about her! Perhaps that's the essence of her charm. She also told me about several lovers outside the walls of her marriage, and even talked about her experiences with them. After chatting like this for a few days, I decided to invite her to dinner.
On December 17, 2005, a cool autumn weekend evening, I met her: about 163 cm tall, long hair, high heels, carrying a small bag, wearing a light-colored dress, just off work. As she approached, I was captivated by her beauty: although slightly thin, her skin was so white you could almost see the veins, she had a delicate oval face, and a soft, melodious voice. "After dinner, shall we take a walk?" I suggested, and she agreed. We walked around the lawn for a while, making harmless jokes. After walking along a path of stones across the lake, she suddenly lost her balance. I caught up from behind and took her hand. Her hand was icy cold. She tried to pull away but couldn't, so we just held on.
We walked until about 9 pm, probably covering half the distance of the Red Army's Long March. I decided to walk her home, and she tacitly agreed. When we got to her apartment building, it was a high-rise with an elevator.
I said, "I had a very pleasant chat with you today."
"Me too," she smiled, like a half-bloomed rose.
I was captivated. "Could I come up for a glass of water?"
I asked. She laughed. "What if I say no?"
I said, "You won't."
She laughed again. "Okay, but you can't take advantage of me."
Her home was exquisitely decorated, two bedrooms and a living room, simple and clean, with fresh flowers adorning the small, tranquil living room. She was a woman of great taste. Interestingly, she said she rarely drank boiled water, and there was often no hot water at home… a little trick, a bit of coyness, haha.
After showering, it was already past midnight. She was still listlessly watching a boring program. I glanced at it and chuckled; it was a sports program. "Shall we take a break?" "
Okay," she said, turning off the TV.
I loved her bed, a huge 1.8-meter-wide bed with thick bedding. She came out of the bathroom after her shower, wearing pajamas. The dim bedside lamp cast shadows on her slender body beneath her pajamas. "
Why are you still standing?" she asked. "
I'm looking at your photos," I pointed to the art photos on her bedroom wall. "
Photos of me when I was young, huh? Pretty, right?"
"Yes, but now I have even more of a woman's charm." I sincerely admired her, and instinctively hugged her. Her clothes were smooth, her body light. My blood started to rush. I couldn't wait to pull her into my arms. I whispered in her ear, "Baby, you're so beautiful, let me kiss you properly." She didn't resist, lowering her head, letting me kiss her face passionately. Her lips were a little cold, her thin lips gently brushing against mine. Only now was it the first time I truly looked at her, gazing at her. Her large eyes blinked incessantly as she looked at me, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering. I moved closer to her and kissed her warm, soft lips. Then I kissed her small mouth, our tongues entwining. I felt her hold me tighter, and I pulled her into my arms even closer. I rolled over and lay on top of her, embracing her and kissing her again. I rolled over and lay on top of her, embracing her and kissing her again. By this time, I was only wearing underwear, and my penis was hard, stretching the underwear high. She must have felt it too, because I gently took off her suit jacket with both hands, then reached behind her back to unhook her bra and pull it off as well, then gently pulled down her purple panties to her thighs. At that moment, I saw a beautiful body revealed before me—small breasts, but the nipples were gently erect. Her abdomen was smooth.
I continued kissing downwards, her breasts, abdomen, outer thighs, knees, calves… At each spot, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her voice so alluring. I slowly began kissing upwards along the inside of her thighs, stopping at her vulva, which was already gushing wet. I teased around it with the tip of my tongue, and she let out a soft "ah." "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" I asked deliberately. "You, you bad boy!" she laughed and scolded. My tongue continued to tease her labia majora. Her legs began to close, clamping my head between them. My tongue began to penetrate deeper; her taste was delicate, like a virgin's. I teased her clitoris, and with each movement, she squeezed me tightly. Soon, my lips were covered in moisture. "
Do you have a condom?" I asked. No, she said, "I haven't had one for two years since my divorce."
Entering her body was a wonderful feeling: without any assistance, my thick penis slid smoothly down her thighs into her vagina. I loved this smooth feeling.
She wasn't the type to moan loudly during sex, but those soft sounds were so intoxicating, making my blood boil. Unlike the women I'd had sex with before, her vagina was more contractile. Because my penis was relatively long, and she wasn't very tall, I could feel it reaching her cervix after penetration. With another gentle thrust, she cried out, "Too deep!" I smiled and kissed her. I began to slowly thrust in and out, starting shallowly, rubbing the back of my penis against her wet clitoris. With each withdrawal, she let out a soft moan. After about five minutes, she began to lose control. She hugged my waist and pressed down hard. At this point, I began to penetrate deeper, and she didn't feel it was too deep. I enjoyed the tight embrace of her smooth vagina, the warmth of her fluids, and the slight trembling of her body as her lower body welcomed my penetration.
We changed positions; I sat up, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, so I could see her entire front, her thighs, and the process of my penis entering and exiting her body. This position excited me the most. She writhed, her moans growing louder, "Ah...ah..." The more she cried out, the more powerful my thrusts became. The bed creaked gently. "
Come on, let's go from behind," I said. "
How about from behind?" she asked innocently.
I couldn't help but laugh; it seemed she really couldn't do much. Following my hand positions, she knelt down on the edge of the bed. Her buttocks weren't large, but they were fair and smooth. I stroked them and inserted my penis from behind. "
My God, so deep!" she cried out from the front.
"Yes, feel it, is it comfortable?" I said, and began thrusting again.
This time she finally went wild; in less than 10 minutes, she stopped moaning, her upper body limp on the bed, no longer responding to my thrusts. I gently patted her buttocks, making her lie down. She collapsed onto the bed with a thud, unable to move her limbs.
I leaned down and lay beside her. "
How was it? Still okay?" I asked with a smile.
She waved her hand weakly, finally managing to say, "...Oh my god, you're so...so amazing.
I love this feeling." Many women had said similar things before, but I didn't appreciate it, because all I needed was their vaginas. This one was different; I really loved this woman. "
Can we continue?" I asked mischievously. "
Aren't you done yet?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"No." I laughed.
"Oh..." she sighed, laughing too, "How are you so amazing!
" I re-entered her body, this beautiful woman... About 20 minutes later, her moans, my panting, and the sweat between us; the shaking of the bed, and her undulating breasts, moving rhythmically with my penis entering and exiting her vagina, all under my control, formed the most primal melody, gradually bringing me to orgasm. I began to feel some difficulty penetrating her, then I thrust forward forcefully, suddenly gasping for breath.
At that moment, an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted from my heated body. I felt my semen spurt from my penis, millions of sperm rushing into my uterus. My testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitched intermittently beneath my scrotum.
The world seemed to cease to exist except for her naked, alluring figure, me, and the waves of post-coital ecstasy.
Suddenly, I felt cold, my body limp and I collapsed, as if relieved, onto her soft breasts…
It was a perfect sexual encounter, lasting about an hour and a half. We did it again every half hour afterward. Before dawn, I don't remember how many times we did it, only that each time she nearly fainted, yet she didn't resist my embrace. At daybreak, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, she angrily punched my shoulder, "You hurt me!"
"Really? Where does it hurt?" I asked deliberately. "
You're so mean! Now I can barely walk." She feigned anger, blushing.
In the days that followed, I simply moved my luggage from the hotel to her place. During the day, we went to work, and when we came back at night, we couldn't wait to go to bed and make love. She didn't like condoms, saying that she couldn't feel my body temperature that way. I said, "That's not body temperature, it's penile temperature." In this playful exchange, I began to enjoy the beauty of her body again.

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