Two hours later, I met a stunningly beautiful noblewoman with her hair styled in a high bun.

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First of all, let me state that this story, apart from a few minor embellishments in language, is entirely true and based on the actual events. You can use it as a reference and learn from each other.
On my third night on a business trip to Hangzhou, I lay alone in my hotel bed, idly watching TV, my mind racing with lust, hallucinations swirling…
Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heels in the hallway, getting closer and closer. I lived on the top floor—could it be a beautiful woman living across the hall? For some inexplicable reason, I stood up and peered through the peephole—a figure with hair pulled back in a high bun, wearing a greyish-white trench coat, appeared quite tall, around 1.68 meters. Then the person opened the door, went inside, and closed it. Back in bed, I couldn't concentrate on the TV at all. The image of the woman
across the hall kept replaying in my mind: her hair piled high, a greyish-white trench coat, a tall figure, and probably, a pretty face, full breasts, and a juicy vulva… My mind was churning, churning, making me incredibly aroused…
A complete stranger, I didn't know if she was alone, if she was pretty, if she had a good personality, or if she already had plans… Just thinking about it wasn't going to work. No matter how much I thought about it, if I didn't try, it would all be a waste of time… How could I win over a stranger? And I wanted to win her over tonight, preferably right now…
After a struggle, I decided to give it a try. After getting up and tidying myself
up, I looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied with myself. Then I picked up my phone, removed the battery, and put it back in backwards—note, this is my next excuse. Then I confidently opened my room door, walked to the other person's door, and knocked.
"Who is it?" came 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 their door. A fragrant scent wafted in, and what made me even happier was that the other person was a stunningly beautiful woman, in her thirties, with fair skin, an oval face, and light makeup, exuding nobility, elegance, and the air of a wealthy lady. She was my favorite type.
"It's like this, my phone died, 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, my sincerity couldn't be more genuine. I looked at her, watching her reaction.
She smiled slightly, "Sure, wait a moment." Then she turned to get her phone.
I felt a surge of secret joy, took a step from outside the door to inside, but didn't go 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, saying polite things, while observing the state of 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 she often had opportunities to...
“It’s not certain, usually until around 11 o’clock,” 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 intend to 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, her company had given her a vacation. These past few days, she'd already explored most of the nearby tourist attractions and shopping malls, and bought quite a few things…
Before we knew it, it was past 9 pm. We were having a very engaging conversation, from work to business trips, to travel, to shopping, to major brands, to corporate gossip, and finally, to celebrity scandals…
“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.
“To become famous, they’ll do anything. Making money is the only real goal; they’ve broken free from traditional constraints…”
I replied casually
. “Speaking of celebrities, I suddenly realized you look a lot like that xxx, one of my favorite celebrities…” she seemed to be hinting at something. A surge of secret joy welled up inside me.
“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, but I’m afraid it would 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 anything else
and took the opportunity to sit down next to her, about two fists' distance away. Then I watched her reaction.
As I expected, she quickly moved a little to the side, but only a small distance. This meant she was wary, but not completely averse to me.
"Someone as beautiful as you must have many suitors!" I turned my head and deliberately looked at her as I asked.
"I was alright 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-preserved, and with a good foundation, she still had a certain charm even in her old age.
"You're still so beautiful now; when you were young, you must have been the kind of woman who could topple cities with a smile..." 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, looking 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 very close
. This time she didn't refuse, nor did she move away. The fragrance emanating from her body made me dizzy, and my lust grew stronger. I could clearly feel a change in her breathing.
On one side, there were sweet words and flattery; on the other, physical contact (even through clothes, we could feel each other's breathing rhythm). Fellow wolves, if you're not bold enough at this point, you're a coward. You must take the risk.
I tried, putting my hand around her waist, getting closer, pressing against her. She was startled, pulled her hand away, and stood up: "No, this isn't right—" She was a little shy
. Fellow
wolves, I'm not trying to keep you in suspense or whet your appetite; this is exactly what happened. A respectable woman is different from those sluts. She won't just give you a hug and then throw herself at you with passionate advances. 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. An experienced wolf knows that mature women usually can't handle this. She tried to break free, but my arms were tight, just around her lower abdomen, not touching her breasts or her "black forest." I wanted to give her a temporary sense of security.
She struggled a few times, but seeing she couldn't escape, she 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"—ha, fellow wolves, please note, if the other person uses similar language to remind you that it's unsafe, that they're afraid of this or that, it means they've already tacitly agreed. But you need to be careful and 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 and incredibly stimulating.
“Oh, oh, oh, um, I can’t take it anymore, it’s so exciting…” she gasped . I intensified my attack, unbuttoning her clothes and letting her pants fall naturally… leaving only her sexy panties and fair thighs. Her
vagina was already overflowing, because my hand could feel the wetness through her panties. Her hands also began to move, first caressing my back, waist, then my buttocks, and my enormous thing…
“How come it’s so big—” she said dreamily.
“It’s not good if it’s too big,” I said with a wicked smile.
“You’re so naughty—” she clung tightly to my chest like a little girl, acting coquettishly.
My hand intensified its attack, slipping inside her panties from the edge, gently caressing her sensitive area with my middle finger, tracing the small crevice, wandering, wandering, until it reached that little fleshy mound—the woman's G-spot—
"Mmm—oh—a little lighter—" she couldn't take it anymore and began to moan.
I didn't care about that, I worked even harder, my middle finger tracing arcs on her G-spot, faster and faster, occasionally teasing her opening to gauge the flow of fluid! She was very wet, and very smooth. Her expression grew even more dazed: her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing heavy, her mouth slightly open and closed, occasionally moaning, "Oh, oh, oh—um—um, so itchy, so stimulating—"

Seeing the opportunity, I pressed down on her shoulders—wanting her to squat down and give me a good sucking. But she struggled desperately, refusing to squat.
"No, I don't like it, I've never..." 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 (me to fuck you)? If you do, take it and put it in." As I spoke, I rubbed my penis against her vulva. This
seemingly noble woman was now aroused, and she quickly 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 big rod being surrounded by a warm, moist, comfortable, and amazing sensation!
I didn't rush to thrust, but instead swayed my hips from side to side, letting my penis explore her opening in arcs. This made her gasp even more, and she suddenly grabbed my waist with both hands: "You're bad—you're bad—come on—" Then she actively lifted her buttocks and thrust.
Fellow wolves, let me share some experience. At this point, inexperienced wolves will definitely go with the flow, thrusting hard, thump thump thump—for a three-minute burst of pleasure, then giving up—leaving with a moment of pleasure followed by a bellyful of regret. Looking at the beauty,
not satisfied with the experience, they just lack the skill to go for another round… At this point, one must maintain a balance, allowing the other's desire to swell while ensuring one's own "golden spear" remains strong, becoming more and more vigorous, making the other want a second round!
I continued to stroke my big stick inside her honey pot, probing and exploring from side to side, making only small movements, without vigorous thrusting, 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 wildly in heat. “
What have you been thinking about?” I teased her deliberately.
“Mmm—you’re bad—ah…ah…I want it, move…it’s so itchy…” she moaned, her lips pressing against my neck, kissing me passionately.
While enjoying the lady’s sweet kiss, I felt my penis being surrounded by her warm, moist vagina. It was a warm, moist vagina, full of fleshy walls, elastic everywhere, with occasional small streams flowing out of the opening, making soft, squelching sounds.
“Then tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you…” I said with a wicked smile. “ Ah
…ah…I want your big cock…it’s so itchy…” She was kissing my earlobe, making me feel so excited and thrilled.
“Then I’ll use my big cock to fuck you, okay?” “
Okay, hurry up and fuck me…ah…ah…hurry up…”
“Use your big cock to fuck your place.” “Hmm
…hmm…you’re bad, fuck my little pussy…ah…it’s so itchy, hurry up…” “Okay
, I’ll use my big cock to fuck your little cunt…”
Seeing that the time was right, I carried her to the dressing mirror and made her face it. I then hugged her waist from behind. Fellow wolves, at this point, she was only naked from the waist down; I hadn't taken off her clothes. Why ?
Not because I forgot to mention, but because I genuinely hadn't. I wanted her to completely abandon her haughty, aristocratic airs and dignity in front of me, to completely submit to me. And, seeing in the mirror a woman with her hair piled high, dressed in expensive clothes, her pink buttocks raised, being brutally penetrated, brutally fucked, and played with by you—what a feeling that would be! What a pleasure that would be
! Playing with women, if they're naked, the lights are off, and it's pitch black, you can't see anything. Then it's all the same; all women are pretty much the same. There's only temporary satisfaction and release, not much psychological satisfaction or beautiful memories.
Okay, enough chit-chat.
I slapped my big cock against her pink buttocks a few times, deliberately not penetrating her. "Ah...ah ...
you're bad, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, I want your big cock..."
She was impatient, grabbed my big cock with one hand, quickly found her honey hole, and then, aiming at her entrance, pulled my big cock in
. I stopped being coy, grabbed her waist with both hands, and thrust my large penis in all the way. I watched as a stream of nectar flowed from her vagina. Then, I started doing what many of you are familiar with: slapping her buttocks repeatedly…
“Ah…ah…ah…uh…uh…” she cried out joyfully, 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, sometimes one shallow thrust followed by three deep, sometimes pausing to draw circles in her vagina with my penis
… "Ah...so good...I like it when you thrust like this...faster, ah...ah...again..." she cried out joyfully, moaning comfortably.
After thrusting a hundred or so times, I deliberately mischievously reached out and grabbed 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 had come so quickly.
Then she lost her balance, and I quickly caught her, throwing her onto the bed. Then, I pressed down on her from above, adopting a traditional Chinese position, and thrust inside.
She was exhausted, only moaning softly, no longer actively raising her buttocks to meet my thrusts. I simply stopped moving, lay on top of her, and placed my penis inside her vagina, feeling the sensation of being surrounded.
"How does it feel?" I asked, looking into her eyes.
“You’re so naughty, so amazing…” she said shyly.
“Take a break, let’s do it again,” I said.
“Um, I’m so tired, you’ve killed me, yours is too big…” she seemed incoherent. “Okay,
then take a break, and I’ll make you feel like you’re dying again later, okay?” “
Okay,” she reached out and hugged my back. To find out what happens next, fellow wolves, please support me by clicking the mouse and giving me a thumbs up. I will continue to share my experiences and best practices in my spare time, serving as a model for everyone to learn from . Thank you for your support. [
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