[I met a 49-year-old mature woman online (who still has a youthful charm), and she's also the manager of New Century Department Store.]

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Feeling incredibly bored and with nothing to do online, I logged into a dating website. A quick search revealed

many profiles of mature women, all with photos. I enjoy observing faces, believing that appearances reflect the heart,

especially women. I think you can tell if a woman is lonely or wants a man by her facial expressions. For specific methods,

please observe and summarize after you've had your hands with women. Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

I left messages and sent flirtatious glances to each woman based on her photos.

The next day, I checked for replies. Wow, a voluptuous,

fair-skinned, mature woman replied. Why would she message an older woman like me?! I

thought I had a chance, so I cleverly replied and asked for her QQ number. We chatted on QQ for a few days. I

learned she had been divorced for eight years, hadn't been with a man, and had no sex life. She had a daughter in university and

worked at New Century. There are plenty of high-quality men around me, but I'm too afraid to date again. A friend introduced me

to a foreigner, and we chatted online.

One night, we talked late into the night, and naturally, the topic turned to sex. She was very reserved at first, but with my encouragement, her

long-dormant heart opened up a bit, and we finally got straight to the point. "Actually, you want to too," I said. She replied

, "You're so smart." I said, "I can help you alleviate your loneliness. I want to give you sex and make

up for all the loneliness you've endured over the years." She said, "I'm afraid, you're so much younger than me." After much persuasion, she finally agreed to

meet gave me her phone number. It's worth noting that she's also a highly educated woman; some things shouldn't be said

in such vulgar terms. Online sex is neither realistic nor something a high-quality person would do.

We arranged a time to meet over the phone, near her place, and she agreed to let me come to her house. Her

daughter lives at school and only comes home on holidays.

That day, after work, I quickly got ready and rushed to her destination. When I arrived, she was already

waiting for me. Wow, from afar, she was professionally dressed, wearing high heels and flesh-colored stockings that revealed her

fair and sexy thighs. Her breasts were full and round, easily too big to be grasped with two hands. She had big

eyes, a pretty face lightly made up, and was alluring and very elegant. She was much prettier and sexier than she was online

. Since we had met online, we greeted each other. At first, she just kept her head down and said she was really sorry.

We got very close and agreed that she would treat me to hot pot. I thought about it: hot pot smells too strong, it's not appropriate

to kiss, so I said: let's eat Chinese food instead. She agreed, and we found a nice Chinese restaurant, ordered a few dishes,

and a bottle of Lao Shan Cheng (a type of Chinese liquor). We started drinking. During the meal, we chatted about each other's lives. I kept praising her

charm. She later revealed that it felt like we were dating more than 20 years ago. She doesn't drink, but after

my persuasion, she had two drinks. When the meal ended, she said she would pay the bill. She said I was still young. Earning money isn't easy.

When we came out , she suggested we take a taxi, since our house wasn't far. Wasn't that

a bit suggestive? Taking a taxi when it was so close.

It really wasn't far. We got out and went upstairs. In the stairwell, I pretended to be a little drunk and started holding her hand. She said

I was really smooth-talking. We went up to the third floor, and she took out her key to open the door. The apartment was quite nicely decorated. Who cares about

the decoration I'd been thinking about *that* for a while. She made me sit on the sofa. At my request, she made me a cup of herbal tea. While drinking tea,

we chatted about society, etc. She even said she was scared because I was so young (Am I young? I'm almost thirty, and

my skills in bed are much more advanced than hers, but that's a story for another time).

We used the same old tricks, talking about proper topics. About an hour later, I started to pave the way. We

talked about sex and how it was okay, and she suggested we rest. Then she went and got me a set of pajamas, saying she

bought it especially for me. Wow, she's more thoughtful than her own wife! She then went to the bathroom and ran the bathwater for me.

I went to the bathroom and quickly washed myself. I applied her usual shower gel, which smelled wonderful, and my

penis immediately became erect. After washing, she arranged for me to lie on her bed. My blood was boiling,

and I longed to immediately enter a blissful dream and make love with her.

I couldn't concentrate on watching TV in bed; I just kept thinking about the scenes of making love with her. I could hear the sound of her

showering , and I imagined her caressing herself, soothing my parched heart.

Later, I heard the water stop, and after waiting for a while without her coming in, I figured she might be shy.

So I went out of the bedroom, and sure enough, she was squatting in the living room. I went over and took her hand, saying, "Sister, let's go rest."

Through her nightgown, I could see her more clearly: her full breasts and smooth, white skin. I took her hand

and picked her up. She kept saying, "I'm scared... scared." I carried her and kissed her as we walked. She also responded with her tongue.

And so, our bodies intertwined.

I placed her on the bed, not even bothering to remove her bathrobe, but instead tenderly caressing and kissing her. She kissed

me back, and my penis began to swell. Forehead, nose, eyes, mouth, shoulders, cleavage—

my mouth . As we kissed, one hand reached for her bathrobe, revealing one, two, three... Wow,

her large breasts were exposed, their skin fair and smooth. I wanted to devour her. Beneath her red panties, they

bulged, revealing her vulva in a curved shape. It grew more and more intense; she held me tightly, kissing me,

my mouth, my chest, one hand already unbuttoning my bathrobe. What a passionate encounter! Like fire and water.

Licking and kissing, my mouth was filled with her taste, my hand constantly roaming over her large breasts.

Without even taking off her bra, I pulled it down, exposing her two large nipples. At this moment, her mouth and tongue began to suck on her breasts.

She said, "You're so naughty," while her other hand began to caress my penis. It was driving me crazy.

I sucked for a while... without even taking off her underwear, the red underwear looked especially sexy. My hand reached into her peach blossom cave,

so much hair, and further down, the water was already flowing like a river. To make her feel good, to make her remember me for the rest of her life,

I held back, one hand touching her wet entrance, the other wandering over her breasts. My mouth didn't stop either,

intertwining with her tongue. She also made "Mmm, mmm, you're so naughty" sounds

. I didn't care about anything else, I just kept teasing her .

After touching her for a while, her legs squeezed tighter and tighter, and the water flowed more and more. She had already stripped me

naked, and my little brother was completely unrestrained. I was looking forward to the union with my sister. She couldn't hold back anymore, and took off her clothes herself.

Her bra and panties. And so, two naked people intertwined like tongues.

Look at her, naked before me. Her breasts firm. Her areolas rosy, like freshly picked strawberries.

Her skin was as white and smooth as milk, and beneath her thick, dark pubic hair lay a large, tightly closed vulva (the vulva

was everted, a rare sight, almost like a lotus flower). A river flowed down her body.

I couldn't resist any longer, so I spread her legs wide. Holding my erect penis, I aimed at her plump vulva and thrust

inside. She gasped. It was very tight, like showing my girlfriend her virginity. She kept saying, "Be gentle, it hurts." I understood her

perfectly . I used a deep, shallow approach, thrusting in and out. Entering her body. With each thrust, she groaned… "Ah

… Ah, you're so naughty, making me feel so good." "You're my darling," she said, "Little one, be gentle... ah," and

hugged my buttocks tightly. She then joined in my movements. My little brother, my pubic hair, was already soaked with her love juices

. Later, we switched places; she was on top of me. She gripped my penis, thrusting in and out with incredible intensity. I couldn't take it anymore.

She lifted my face and kissed me, as if she wanted to devour me. "Sister, I'm going to cum!" So we hugged each other and

thrust over a hundred more times. I ejaculated all my remaining essence, which I had been saving for several months, inside her. I didn't remove it.

We hugged each other and made love for a while. Later, we did it four more times. Each time the feeling was different; I really wanted to

fuck her every day and every night. The next day, I was walking unsteadily.

After that night, a week later, we met at her place to make love. She also treated me to hot pot and soup,

saying she wanted to nourish me properly. Mature women are so comfortable! I also learned a lot

about society and management from her. It was a double win!

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