[The Tea House Split] (Tea House Sequel)

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Having passed through the impetuous and reckless youth, I gradually entered what outsiders would consider a more stable

middle age. That year, I unknowingly turned 30. Life seemed to have lost much of its color in my eyes. Every day,

I was overwhelmed by interpersonal relationships, social interactions, society, and family. The sharp edges of my personality became increasingly rounded, but the romance

in my bones remained, only now tinged with a touch of sophistication and maturity.

I worked, survived, and became numb in an office with 400 employees. I had many social engagements

and met many people—men and women, young and old. The numbness of my mind made my body increasingly sensitive. People

from the past quickly faded from my memory; I couldn't remember anyone, but some people always remembered me. They often

speculated about me and wanted to understand me. A considerable number of women wanted to integrate into my life, and I knew this, so I deliberately kept my distance from

them .

Life experience has taught and guided me to become increasingly attracted to mature, married women. It's not just

their privileged backgrounds and skills, but more importantly

, the primal urges I experience in conquering them—a journey from chastity to wantonness, from steadfastness to infatuation.

The government is synonymous with hypocrisy; setting aside the incompetent, bureaucratic men, the

elegant possess an inexplicable allure. I enjoy spending intoxicating

nights with them.

Yet, I never actively express my feelings or thoughts to these women. What I crave is complete

respect and acceptance; I need their seduction to experience their genuine abandon in the heat of passion.

However, there's one beautiful woman I have different feelings for. She's the mistress of

the highest- . I've heard this rumor for a long time, but I'm too lazy to verify it. I don't like to pry into

other people's private lives; I only care about my own feelings. I'm confident I'll strive to achieve my goals.

She got divorced. Her husband ran off with a ridiculous woman, supposedly very ugly. I

couldn't understand it ; her husband must have been driven to despair by her control, finally mustering the courage to elope with an ugly woman

.

Because of her divorce and her shady relationship with our bureau chief, she became

a very alluring figure in the eyes of most people. The men here were like dogs in heat, their tails standing erect at the sight of her

, as if they wanted to pull out their manhood and rub it. As usual, those men who acted like human beings were always

scolded or humiliated and walked away with their heads down.

Strangely, within a few days, those men would be wagging their tails and approaching her again. I found this phenomenon

really strange. Was it because she was rumored to have a good relationship with the bureau chief, thus leading these men

to believe she must be a deadly woman? I was confused, yet I was also slightly attracted to her. One thing was

certain: she was absolutely beautiful.

Our daily work brought us close for a period of time, giving me the opportunity to observe her up close.

However, I only observed; I wouldn't easily do anything to her. Time passed both slowly and quickly. During our interactions, I

could clearly sense her affection for me. Our conversations became more casual, and our relationship grew increasingly

intimate.

It's strange how people our age don't rush things like young people; we

prefer the passion to build slowly. She was 36 this year, almost six years older than me. Yet, I was

still attracted to her because of her scent, her wrinkle-free face, and her incredibly sexy figure.

It was simply these things that attracted me; in my eyes, she was simply a woman in the purest sense.

I broke my principle of not taking the initiative and finally one day said to her, "Thank you for taking care

of me at work. Let me invite you for tea." She hesitated for a moment, then quickly agreed. I think at that moment, she might have been

wondering why I didn't just invite her to a hotel or some other place where we could talk more freely or be more intimate, instead of

choosing a teahouse.

I just chuckled to myself: the reason I didn't do that was because I enjoyed seeing the distorted look on a woman's face,

tormented . And that look would reappear on her face tonight.

I took a shower and arrived at the teahouse at the appointed time. I sat quietly in a private

room waiting for her arrival. The waitress brewed me a pot of Longjing tea. I love the aroma and green

color of Longjing. I also asked her to dim the lights; I enjoy watching her do these things. I

became lazy in the dim light, perhaps because I'm someone who enjoys comfort.

A few minutes later, the waitress led her to my private room. Her face was slightly flushed, and she said, "

I'm sorry I'm late."

I smiled and said, "It's alright, please sit down." Actually, we both know this is a common

trick .

Sitting opposite me, I calmly observed her in the dim light. I could tell she had prepared carefully

. Because it was early spring, she was wearing the business suit that I had once told her I liked the most.

Strangely, the business suit on her had a uniform feel, yet it exuded

a seductive aura.

I loved everything about her, especially the dark red, low-cut, tight-fitting top she wore underneath, with a

matching silk scarf lightly covering her white chest. I knew she was a woman who used clothing and adornment to

express her thoughts.

We didn't talk much, just quietly sipping tea. I looked at her, and she became shy,

saying softly, "Why are you staring at me?"

I smiled and said, "I like looking at you!" That one sentence broke the ice.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears—hormones were at work.

I gently took her hand and said, "Come sit next to me, I want to smell you."

She smiled and sat down, but said, "What's so special about you?!"

The instant she sat down, I smelled Chanel. She was indeed a sophisticated

woman with a refined air.

I put my arm around her shoulder and said, "Oh, it smells really good."

She softened slightly, nestling against me. My heart fluttered slightly; I thought, this is the difference between

maturity and immaturity.

I didn't kiss her lips right away; I just ran my fingers through her slightly wavy long hair, running my fingers through her scalp.

I was certain this would give her a sense of closeness, and she became even more supple, her body almost sleeping in my

arms .

I heard her say, "Kiss me."

I gently turned her face towards me, looking into her eyes, which were slightly closed, her delicate lips

trembling slightly… I lowered my head and gently touched her lips with mine.

The instant our lips met, I felt her lips part, and I smelled her orchid-like fragrance; her

sweet, moist lips were now in my mouth. I gently sucked on that single lip, so fragrant and smooth.

I felt the lip wriggle, and before I knew it, our tongues were intertwined, sucking at each other.

My desire gradually rose, and my hands caressed her back, sliding down to her chest. I

straightened her body, and my hands caressed her breasts. She breathed softly, pressing my hands tightly against her breasts with her smooth hands

, and my palms felt a soft, towering sensation.

My lips left hers, exploring upwards until they reached her earlobe. I sucked on that

delicate earlobe, gently licking it with the tip of my tongue. Slowly, I covered her ear with my lips, slipping my tongue inside

to lick and tease. In that instant, I felt her tremble violently, her breathing quickening,

her chest heaving in my hands with each breath.

I savored this desire, unbuttoning her blouse and caressing her breasts through her bra. Perhaps it was her

rapid breathing that aroused me; without thinking, my hand pulled up her tight-fitting blouse, exposing her burgundy

bra to the light. I unhooked it from behind, revealing two pale pink nipples, like those of a young girl.

I said in surprise, "Your nipples are really beautiful, like a little girl's."

I sensed a slight pride in her smile. Her nipples were erect, perfect for my sucking. I

took that beautiful nipple into my mouth, and soon, I became bolder, unbuttoning her pants.

She hesitated…

I sensed her hesitation, and my hand paused as well. In that split second, I felt her

eyes, filled with water, gazing at me dreamily. In those undulating eyes, I clearly sensed a mixture of longing and

slight resistance.

The light grew even dimmer, a palpable atmosphere of desire filling the air. I was

struck by this atmosphere, and in my hesitation, I decided to explore the secret I had always wanted to know.

My fingers gently pressed…

and the buttons came undone. Just then, I clearly heard a soft sigh and gasp from her,

and creaked softly.

Suddenly, it felt as if tentacles had sprouted from my back, and I felt myself

instantly transformed into a masculine beast.

The zipper of her pants slowly slid down… My nostrils tingled, and I could clearly smell

the alluring scent emanating from the mysterious place encased in those silk shorts.

The scent was so familiar, yet so strange. It quickly filled my lungs, warming me and surging

down , making me hard and swollen.

I lowered my head slightly, trying to pinpoint the source of that captivating aroma in the dim light.

A soft, warm breast pressed against my left back, sending shivers down my spine. Her

legs slowly parted slightly—oh, just enough for two fingers to slip inside.

Through the silk shorts, I gently rubbed and teased the cleft, moving and rubbing. Gradually, her

lower abdomen flattened out, and my palm felt like it was on a soft, flat surface. I

stroked , and unconsciously it slid down…

The silk shorts obviously couldn't completely hide her soft yet firm pubic hair. Through the smooth

shorts, I could feel each hair gently stimulating my palm, that sensation of hair through the smooth surface

stimulating my nerve endings. Her breathing gradually became clearer and heavier with my caresses, and her hips shifted

restlessly .

I was encouraged by this movement, and with a single finger, I gently pulled apart the silk shorts at the base of her right thigh

. The right side of the shorts slid up her hip, and the hem where it met her thigh was pulled

into her labia.

My palm trembled slightly as I pressed my entire hand against her pubic bone, against the soft spot below it. My hands could

clearly feel the fullness and softness between her legs, the sensation of her labia parted by the edge of her shorts. From

the cleft, a warm, moist sensation emanated from her labia, and my fingers were moistened with her love juice.

I gently touched her right labia with my middle finger; the coarse hairs directly stimulated

my senses. Beneath the rough hairs lay soft, white flesh and slightly dark labia. I

swallowed hard and used my left hand to pull her shorts completely from right to right.

Her entire genital area was now exposed to the light. The slightly chilly air stimulated her; perhaps the coolness instantly assaulted

her warm, moist genitals, causing her to twitch slightly before adjusting. I felt her hand, which was wrapped around my right ribcage

, tighten, gripping me noticeably stronger than before.

The alluring cleft and dark pubic hair were right before my eyes, and my gaze seemed to begin to blur,

or perhaps become clearer. I cupped her entire vulva in my palm; the wetness and heat of her labia, now unobstructed

by the silk panties, intensified. My middle finger slid into the crevice, following that warmth.

Soft and sweet, her labia felt like peeled lychees,

smoothly parting and accepting my finger. My middle finger gently entered, then withdrew, then slid in again, then

withdrew again, gradually inserting my entire finger to the bottom of her vagina. The sensation on my finger grew hotter and hotter, and her lubrication

increased ...

Her breathing grew heavier with each thrust of my finger, and her grip on my right rib

tightened. I could clearly feel her pleasure and her ever-increasing desire. I gently parted her labia with the index and middle fingers of my left hand

in my right palm, and then the point where my right fingers met my palm touched

her small clitoris. I moved my palm from right to left, and my middle finger rotated inside her vagina.

The point where my middle finger met my palm stimulated her clitoris as my palm rotated.

At this moment, her body seemed even more limp, and her breasts, pressed against my back, appeared sweaty and hot

, making my entire back tingle even more. My middle finger gradually pressed harder inside her vagina, changing from a thrusting

motion to a tapping motion, slowly penetrating to its deepest point.

Ah, I marveled inwardly; her vagina was so short, narrow, full, and incredibly fleshy, like a legendary

woman's treasure. Thinking this, I stopped moving my finger. I couldn't waste it like this; such a treasure

wasn't meant to be enjoyed with fingers, but rather by a man's very being. With this

thought completely withdrew my middle finger from her warm, soft vagina, and my body lifted up.

As I lifted, her body also straightened, but she still leaned softly against

me , her hand that had been gripping my right ribs gradually loosening. I didn't know if I was being cruel or showing her tenderness; her

lower abdomen had just lifted with the thrusting of my finger, and her buttocks had just tightened, yet my finger had left

her body. I turned to look at her; her face was flushed from the arousal, and her breathing was still

heavy .

I gazed at her tenderly, and her eyes opened slightly. I saw the resentment and

restlessness , which gradually became hazy.

I turned slightly, put my arm around her shoulder, and said, "Your...that place is really good." That was all

I could say, because explaining the stories of famous vaginas would take a long time. Then I whispered in her

ear, "It's such a pity about your divorced husband; he doesn't know how good you are."

As soon as I finished speaking, she let out a soft moan, pressed herself against my chest, and with her eyes still slightly open,

sealed ...

My mind was filled with a warm, wet sensation; the lingering warmth of her vagina still clung to my fingers, and her lips held

a soft, sweet fragrance that rekindled my desire. I sucked on her vaginal opening again, but strangely,

that sexual desire gradually subsided, replaced by a tender, wet feeling. I began to

suckle this warm, moist vagina with my own heart.

The dimness still enveloped us, but the air became clearer, carrying a fragrance emanating from her body

. I smiled to myself, wondering if this was the scent of the Fragrant Concubine of the past.

Lost in ecstasy, I felt a suction in my mouth, gradually drawing my tongue towards hers. I felt

it—that allure, a sweet fragrance, so gentle yet so stubborn. I wanted to resist, for I

had always been in control. But in my daze, I was also delighted to follow that suction, sliding my tongue into her

mouth.

My blood rushed to my head again, my breathing quickened, and amidst her intoxicated moans, I

felt the suction from her lips grow stronger, like an octopus trying to drag me into that dark, intoxicating

, boundless ocean of desire.

I felt myself struggling with desire, my breathing extremely labored. I tried to adjust, and gradually I became

more muscular, my penis hardening. At the same moment,

her small hand covered my crotch…

An overwhelming pleasure surged from between my legs, and my breathing became

difficult . I finally managed to pull my lips away and leaned back in the chair to breathe. Her hand, which had been gripping my right ribcage, began

to move more freely. My attention quickly shifted to my lower abdomen, drawn by an even greater pleasure

.

Her small hand slowly moved between my legs and outside my pants, and my desire surged through my penis

in waves. I could only close my eyes and enjoy it, knowing that even greater pleasure was just around the corner.

The clattering sound of the zipper sliding down made me open my eyes. I squinted, watching her movements. My

zipper was fully open, and a small, fish-like hand slid into the opening, enveloping my penis through my

shorts .

My penis became even more erect, the glans even reaching the top seam of my shorts. I felt a slight pain

and involuntarily shifted my hips. She sensed my intention. She moved her hands, which had been resting on my right ribcage

, forward, so that her two cute little hands were now in front of my zipper.

I couldn't help but move my hips towards the side of the chair, assuming a near-lying position, so that I could more

comfortably experience the love she was about to give me.

I just kept my eyes slightly open, looking at her, most of my vision filled with her hair. I leaned my body slightly to one side

, so that I could see her hands and my penis beneath them.

She took her hands out of the zipper and gently unbuckled my belt with an almost sliding motion

. Then, she used both hands to hold the hem of my shorts and slowly pulled them down. I slightly lifted my hips, and my shorts

slid down, stopping below my testicles. My buttocks landed, but they touched the cold chair. I shuddered

, but the coldness stimulated my penis, making it even more erect.

She cupped my testicles in her left hand, while her right hand gently stroked my penis.

I felt her thumb on the glans, triggering my sensitivity. Gradually, her

hand slid down her pubic hair, gently pressing down on my penis, making it stand out even more.

Then she lowered her head, and I felt a burning sensation in my anus. My buttocks

lifted , and I knew my penis was about to meet her lips.

Warm breath came, and my glans instantly became wet. Her soft tongue gently touched the glans, and

pleasure immediately spread throughout my penis and body.

She only lightly touched the glans with her tongue before opening her lips and sucking the upper part of my penis inside

. Her lips were like a warm, moist suction device, without any hard marks. I couldn't help but

sigh ; she wouldn't use her teeth to hurt my pleasure. I felt her tongue flatten in the groove of the frenulum of my glans

, scraping back and forth with the flattened edge of her tongue. That excruciating pleasure traveled from my penis to my anus

.

Her mouth became even thicker and slipperier; I felt her saliva soak my entire penis. Her head began to move

up , her tongue skillfully sucking on my penis. Her hand, which was holding my testicles, also began to move,

gently pressing and grinding, as if trying to force out my semen.

Her left middle finger reached towards my anus, and I couldn't help but shift my body and spread my legs.

A little bigger, and her left middle finger reached my anus, then gently began to scrape with her manicured nails

, interspersed with rubbing of her fingertip.

Oh, I was already a little confused, in a daze I saw her head moving up and down more vigorously,

and the suction of her tongue on my penis gradually increased. I could only feel her soft,

slippery tongue sucking all over my penis, and waves of pleasure coming from my anus from time to time, mixed together and gradually sliding me towards the peak of pleasure

.

A little bit of her saliva flowed down my penis and into my anus,

and the middle finger she was rubbing my anus with became slippery. I could only gasp for breath. The pleasure of her sucking seeped out of every pore, my

buttocks rose higher and higher, and I felt my anus contracting. At this moment I felt her sucking slow down,

perhaps she realized my pleasure, knew that pleasure was coming, and consciously slowed down her movements to let me calm down,

and then gathered her strength to thrust into her.

The tip of my penis felt like it was being touched and teased. I snapped back to reality, and there it was—her

tongue, like a snake's forked tongue, licking it. Another surge of pleasure coursed through me. My hips writhed as I thrust upwards,

and I felt the pleasure of her sucking on the groove where my glans met my shaft.

I felt an overwhelming urge to soar to the clouds and ejaculate. I tightened my hips and

gently lifted her face with my hand. I saw her dazed eyes; the moisture on her lips made them even more luscious and sensual.

I felt her rapid breathing. I passionately kissed her lips and whispered, "I want to cum."

I only heard her whisper, "I want you, in my mouth." Then, her mouth enveloped my

penis again, sucking on it. Her right hand gripped my penis,

moving .

My consciousness began to blur again, only the intense pleasure emanating from my penis remained. I

thrust my hips upwards again, spreading my legs and tensing them. Her sucking grew stronger, and the force of her right hand's movements increased

, almost squeezing my penis flat. Her middle finger pressed its tip into my anus, extending and retracting.

The pleasure finally arrived. With her sucking, her movements, and her contractions, my anus first

trembled slightly, then began to contract rhythmically. With each contraction of my anus, my penis

contracted hotly, and semen gushed out, shooting into her mouth.

I felt her throat against my thigh, swallowing up and down. The sensation of the contractions made me almost

lose my

a trembling contraction coming from her back as well. I couldn't help but pull her body tightly into my arms…

The teahouse lights remained dim and flickering, and that vivid, considerate, beautiful, and wanton woman continued to

linger in my thoughts. 　　The car drove fast yet slow, the driver and owner constantly stopping . I drifted off to sleep in this alternating pace. 　　However, my lower body remained in a tingling, numb state. The ecstasy

had left me slightly intoxicated; my mind seemed calm, but my body was in a state of heightened arousal. 　　I used to enjoy oral sex, but the experience was never quite ideal, differing from descriptions in books. But after the teahouse experience, my feelings about this form of sex underwent a qualitative change . That sweet, seductive, enveloping, sucking sensation accompanied me throughout the night, carrying over into the next day. Even in the car, I could still strongly feel that intoxicating pleasure. 　　Arriving at the hotel in my business trip destination, I settled in and quickly finished my business so I could go home as soon as possible . But I couldn't go back that day, so I patiently stayed there, thinking about how to message and let her know that I really liked her and appreciated everything she had done for me. 　　I thought about it for a long time and finally decided to call her. She was alone anyway, so a phone call wouldn't be a problem. I dialed her home number. She seemed to be asleep and answered me groggily . She was surprised that I was away on a business trip and seemed a little annoyed that I hadn't told her. I smiled and replied, "Don't you like surprises?" 　　After a bunch of small talk, I told her directly that I wanted to see her first when I got back tomorrow. Perhaps because I said I wanted to see her first, she hesitated only briefly before agreeing. I told her my approximate return time and that I would wait for her at a certain hotel. Then I hung up and drifted off to sleep in a very unsettled state. 　　The car seemed to be driving very slowly on the way back. I didn't notice any of the interesting things that happened during the journey and returned to my home and workplace with a heavy heart. 　　Perhaps I had other thoughts during this process, but I vaguely remember wanting to see her as soon as possible. I didn't go home; I booked a hotel room, called her, and began to quietly wait for her arrival. 　　Early spring days aren't long. At dusk, I heard a knock on the door. With that slow, deliberate knock , my heart suddenly felt heavy, and my body stiffened. However, I quickly opened the door. 　　There she was, standing outside, her coffee-colored suit and purple shirt still so harmonious and captivating . I smelled that familiar Chanel perfume again. She smiled, her face slightly flushed. In a daze, I politely pulled her inside. I don't know why I was being polite, or why I pulled her hand in; I just felt that doing so was perhaps out of gratitude for her arrival and to express a sense of intimacy. 　　Speechless, I quietly watched her. She would occasionally glance at me out of the corner of her eye. It wasn't a bold look , but in that hesitant gaze, I sensed the allure of a mature woman, enveloped by the scent of Chanel. I suddenly wondered if that gaze was contrived or natural. Perhaps it was more natural. I dismissed the idea of feigning anything. In her expectant gaze, a flame suddenly ignited within me. This unexpected flame fueled me. I gently approached her, placed my hand on her shoulder, and sat down beside her, immediately feeling a warmth.

I whispered, "Do you miss me?"

She smiled gently and asked me, "Did you miss me?"

I was aroused again by her innocent yet provocative words. My heart became even more tender, and I

felt a slight tremor. In this feeling, I hugged her. I didn't answer her, but simply

kissed her hair lightly.

She turned slightly around. Looking at me with hazy eyes, she said, "Tell me, did you miss me?"

I pulled her head into my arms and whispered in her ear, "Yes, I missed you so much."

She sighed and asked again, "Where did you miss me?"

The dampness in my heart seemed to dry, and a surge of passion rose within me. I

gently

held her hand and placed it on my chest, saying, "In my heart." Then, I gently guided her hand over my body, until it reached my lower abdomen. Her hand hesitated for a moment, but

I still pulled it between my legs. Her hand immediately opened and softly covered

that area . I whispered in her ear again, "And here too."

The hotel lights suddenly became dim and hazy. I felt as if I were back in a teahouse, and passion

surged between my legs. My penis grew strong and erect in her hand. She

answered , and gently squeezed my penis with her soft hand. Then she moved her hand away and wrapped her arms around

my waist, turning her body to press close to mine.

My left ribs tingled from the soft, firm tips of her breasts. The soft light from the bedside lamp

gently , making it appear even more radiant. Her red lips, moist as if wet,

were slightly parted, turning her face towards me.

In the dark red of her lips, my passion was replaced by tenderness. I slowly moved my face closer to her

face, which appeared even more sensual in the light. I gently touched her eyebrows with my lips, gliding over her eyes,

lingering on her small, pert nose. My warm, moist tongue traced the sides of her nose. I inhaled

a delicate, orchid-like fragrance emanating from her lips. I breathed in, my lips slightly parted, and gently

covered hers with mine.

My tongue slipped inside her lips, teasing the inner rim. The orchid-like scent grew

stronger, and suddenly I sucked on her tongue—her nimble, smooth tongue. Our

tongues intertwined, and her suction gradually increased, occasionally slipping into my mouth

to suckle back and forth.

As our tongues intertwined, I felt her hands, which were around my waist, tighten around me. I closed my eyes,

savoring her kisses and feeling her increasingly heavy breathing. I gently

caressed her soft back with my hands, gliding over her waist and down her suddenly protruding buttocks.

The dampness, the hazy light, the dimness, the sweet fragrance mingling with her breaths—everything seemed to be hinting at and encouraging

us . Our mutual immersion and uninhibited kisses and caresses made both our bodies restless

, and in that restlessness, her body softened.

I felt I couldn't wait any longer, for I clearly felt a longing within her soft body.

My hands slid up, and in her slightly closed eyes, I removed her outer garment.

I caressed the silk blouse covering her body, the smooth sensation penetrating my palms and reaching my

heart, making my heart feel smooth as well.

Silk clothes should be worn by women like this. I gently laid her down on the bed, still

kissing her. In the lamplight, I placed one leg between hers, and with each kiss, my leg

pressed closer to the deepest part of her thighs. I could clearly feel the wet heat emanating from between her legs at the back of my knee.

I became aroused, and in my excitement, I pulled off her silk lingerie.

Before me was a vibrant, soft body. The light shining obliquely from above revealed

the beauty of her body, giving me an exciting visual experience. Her undulating body featured prominent breasts, a flat

stomach , a sunken valley, and full, powerful thighs. Pink nipples adorned her snow-white breasts, and abundant

black hair covered her slightly protruding pubic bone and sunken valley. The simple combination of black, pink, and ivory white gave

me a powerful visual impact.

Her stomach rose and fell slightly, and her breasts swayed accordingly. Her red lips appeared slightly

purple in the light, making her naked body even more sensual. Her slightly parted lips were suppressing her breath; I felt she

was concealing her desire. It was this sensuality that quickly put me in a state of arousal. I felt a urge

to suckle , to caress, to enter.

I told myself I would enjoy it, and I knew she would use her maturity and skill to make me

happy. I have an understanding of sex: mutual involvement and giving are necessary for satisfaction and pleasure.

I didn't treat her as prey; I approached her as a lovely, lively, sensual, and mature

woman .

My hand gently stroked her hair, my thumb lingering on her eyelids. As I touched her, her face

drew closer to my palm, as if sensing the warmth I brought. My hand moved gently, and her head tilted towards my

palm, her red lips parting slightly. She licked and sucked my palm with her hot tongue. Looking at her parted

red lips, which felt like blooming genitals, I slid my index finger into her lips.

The instant my finger slid in, she enveloped it with her red lips, moving it back and forth and sucking. This

intense suggestion aroused my sexual sensitivity; my penis throbbed violently, a fiery sensation rising from my lower abdomen.

My other hand grasped her breast.

A small, firm breast was my favorite; I always felt that larger ones were only for prostitutes or seduce

. So, I lovingly began to caress her breast, gently stroking it around. The pink

nipples moved left and right, up and down with my touch. As I caressed her, I felt her body

tremble; her nipples swelled and stood erect, and small bumps appeared on her skin.

I lowered my head, inhaling the scent emanating from her ear. I was suddenly intoxicated by

the perfume . I gently licked her earlobe with my wet tongue, and her head moved slightly, as if

sensing and responding to the pleasure I was giving her.

I buried my head and lips deep in the crook of her neck, still licking and sucking with my tongue. Gradually...

My head slid down to her chest, and she pressed her breasts up to meet my hot lips

.

I kneaded her nipples with the hand that held them, making them erect, and then took one into my mouth

. The firm, soft nipple was in my mouth, being sucked by my tongue. I propped

myself , my lips shifting positions as I sucked on her breasts.

With each suckle, I sensed she enjoyed it; her breathing became heavier, though

still somewhat restrained. Gradually, her body began to sway, her fingers sliding up her bare torso,

her manicured nails scraping my nipples, sending jolts through me.

I arched my back from her chest, then quickly lowered

myself, savoring the pleasure her nails and fingertips brought to my nipples. With

each rise and fall, my sensuality intensified.

I admired her technique, her skill, and her understanding. She was not only a beautiful woman

but also a formidable opponent. In our mutual teasing, we both sought to conquer and seduce each other. On our journey to paradise,

we tirelessly caressed each other.

My fingernails slid down, and a warm palm touched my lower abdomen. Her soft hand

caressed , gradually growing hotter. My body, along with the heat in my lower abdomen

, began to gain strength. I anticipated her hand touching my groin. A burning sensation tormented my

brain and consciousness from between my legs.

She caressed me slowly, her hand not moving downwards. She knew that this deliberate lingering would only fuel my anticipation and

endless desire. In my expectation, my hips began to thrust towards her palm.

The instant she touched my groin with her palm through my shorts, I felt as

if struck by something sharp. I not only groaned with pleasure but also my hips swayed gently with the caress of her palm. The heat of the fire

, her rapid breathing, her soft moans, and the warm glow of the lamplight assaulted our senses, blurring everything,

yet our consciousness and desire remained crystal clear.

I couldn't bear the intense longing her hands and moans ignited within me. My erection left her, her

hand hovering vacantly in the air, as if questioning what I had done wrong to leave her caresses like this. I

offered no explanation, but my body moved downwards, my lips quietly sliding down her body.

She sensed what I was about to do and gently placed her arms on the pristine white sheets, seemingly

calmly awaiting my further touch. Yet, I sensed the

intense turmoil within her as her abdomen heaved and her breasts rippled.

My lips lingered on her lower abdomen, my hands rested on her hip bones, my thumbs gently pressing

the indentation of her lower abdomen at the hip joint, my tongue licking back and forth on her abdomen, the tip of my tongue lightly licking her navel

.

In the intervals between my head movements, my chin repeatedly touched her pubic bone and her stiff yet soft

pubic hair . Soon, her hips began to wriggle restlessly, though only slightly and subtly. I

could smell the womanly scent emanating from between her legs.

I deliberately lingered a little longer on her lower abdomen; indeed, her flat, soft belly was

alluring .

My right hand left her hip bone, gradually sliding down her full thighs, towards the soft inner thighs.

Was it tacit understanding, or had she been anticipating this for a long time? As my hand slid, her legs parted. I

savored her cooperation and maturity, my hand only caressing her inner thighs without touching her genitals.

From the point where my body touched her, I felt her body tremble slightly, and the nipples on her skin

stood up. Her body seemed to be moving downwards, wanting my hand to reach her genitals, but I followed her downward movement, keeping my hand in the same spot. She probably sensed my teasing, only slightly lifting

her body upwards . 　　In the dim light, her pubic area suddenly became prominent and alluring, the dark hair seemingly standing on end . I was moved by this sensual sight, guided by it, and parted her legs. In the slanted light, her vulva was faintly hidden in the shadows, becoming even more mysterious and alluring. 　　I used my hands to spread the full flesh of her inner thighs apart, the hair in the shadows touching my fingers. As I parted, I finally saw her purplish-red labia and slightly protruding clitoris. 　　The instant I parted, she seemed shy and contracted her entire vulva, her red labia opening and closing involuntarily. In the opening and closing of her glistening labia, I seemed to see the movement of her crimson lips, and I kissed her entire vulva without hesitation. 　　Just as my lips touched her vulva, I clearly heard her sigh and clearly felt her body tremble greatly. But I calmed down amidst her sighs and trembling, ready to savor this beautiful physical feast. 　　My entire tongue covered her slightly parted labia, her protruding clitoris above it, her erect labia and alluring vulva in the middle , and her coarse pubic hair on either side. My tongue began to wriggle, and with it, her entire buttocks swayed slightly. 　　Her feminine scent emanated strongly from her vulva with each movement, stimulating my nerves . The tip of my tongue gently slid into her vulva, the base of my tongue pushing upwards and then gently retracting. With each thrust, my tongue could clearly feel her pubic hair brushing against the sides of my tongue. 　　My saliva mixed with the love fluid seeping from her labia, covering her entire vulva and my chin. The love fluid dripped down, wetting my fingers and moistening her anus. With each suck, my index finger, moistened with the love fluid, gently teased her anus. Perhaps her anus had never been touched before; my fingers felt her tightness, but she quickly adjusted, and her anus relaxed, accepting my caresses. 　　My lips gradually moved upwards, sucking on her clitoris. Her clitoris stood erect in my lips as I sucked on it, my tongue pressing against it, gently squeezing it... and occasionally teasing her clitoris . Her moans grew louder, and with my sucking, her pubic bone and buttocks pushed upwards even more forcefully .

The teasing with my tongue turned into simple sucking. I enveloped her clitoris with my tongue and sucked, the

suction gradually increasing. My tongue stimulated her clitoris rhythmically, and with each

stimulation, I felt the heat growing stronger inside her as I pressed my chin against her vulva. My fingers, caressing her anus,

felt it contracting in rhythm with my tongue's stimulation of her clitoris.

I knew I had to stop. I couldn't let her reach the peak of pleasure so easily. I wanted to feel her wildness

, her intense desire, and her warm, trembling movements. My lips left her clitoris, and I licked and sucked

up and down . The intense desire left her, and her moans and breathing lessened considerably. She fell back

onto the sheets, her buttocks raised.

I felt her calm down slightly, so I used my hands to spread her legs apart and push them towards her breasts. My body

straightened up as well. As I stood up, I saw her eyes look at me with a confused expression before

immediately closing slightly. Her nose was still rapidly opening and closing.

Her genitals became clearer; her clitoris peeked out from behind her pink skin, her labia were

parted in crimson, and thick black pubic hair surrounded her, glistening with lubrication. Her dark red

anus was now contracted.

I lowered my head, inhaling the scent emanating from her mouth with my keen sense of smell. With each breath, my

tongue returned to her genitals. This time, she didn't tremble, but I only lingered briefly on her vulva before

gently licking her perineum with the tip of my tongue. At this moment, her hands instinctively gripped the back of her knees, allowing me

to suckle her without strain.

My lips began to move, my tongue suddenly reaching her anus. I felt her eyes

open and close again. My tongue at her anus felt it tremble a few times,

and I gently licked it, gradually moving my tongue a little deeper.

She was still suppressing her pleasure, but her anus was gradually relaxing. I parted her

buttocks with my hands, and my tongue tip entered her anus quite a bit. I started to exert force with the base of my tongue, making my tongue a straight line, and the tip of my tongue

was trying hard to enter. Gradually, I began to contract my tongue back and forth.

Her moans began to grow louder, her breathing became heavier, and her hips twisted in the air, but

the twisting was very small. Perhaps she was enjoying the pleasure coming from her anus.

I used the base of my tongue to keep exerting force, driving the tip of my tongue to explore

carefully rotating back and forth, transmitting pleasure to her. Seeing her inexplicably excited appearance, I

became a beast once again.

My fingers gradually moved to her pubic bone, slowly moving downwards. At this time, I

moved to her pubic bone, quickly sucking on my fingers, and then returned to her anus to continue creating pleasure.

My fingers became wet with my saliva because of my sucking. Her clitoris needed lubricated fingertip

massage, so my fingers began to gently rub her slightly erect clitoris.

It started as a gentle massage, gradually increasing the pressure. As my fingers rubbed, I

felt her contractions on the tip of my tongue inside her anus. The pleasure was infectious; my tongue swirled forcefully, my fingers

gently massaging her clitoris. At this moment, her movements seemed to intensify; her lower abdomen strained, her arms

crossed over her chest, and her snow-white thighs began to exert force. I knew that moment was approaching, and I responded to her fervor,

continuing my sucking and rubbing.

Moans escaped, waves of force washed over her, and in her final, violent movements, my tongue was finally

gripped tightly by her powerful contractions. Initially, there were four or five contractions, one after another. Later,

the intervals between the contractions became longer, like a feeble final struggle. However, the pleasure these contractions brought her

was unparalleled. I could feel her anus contracting, and her entire body was vibrating violently with each

contraction .

Time seemed to stand still; the silence after the climax was filled with

the sound of . I looked at her tenderly, laying her body completely on the white sheets. I slid to her side and

gently lay down beside her, my hands on her breasts, caressing them gently. I lightly touched and licked her earlobe with my lips

, whispering, "Is it comfortable?"

She nodded languidly, turned around, and put her arms around my shoulders. Immediately, her fragrant

lips touched my lips. She sucked on me passionately, her lips entering my mouth. I sucked, feeling, and

gradually , she took over my sucking; she began to suck on me.

My tongue melted, my consciousness melted, my body melted in her warm, smooth mouth. My body

became weak. In my hazy consciousness, I felt her lips leave mine.

Her lips sucked on my chin.

I experienced it, feeling her soft tongue gently slide towards my chest, her body half-

supported , her lips coming to my nipple. Oh, she started sucking me, my nipple became sensitive,

my consciousness cleared, I felt pleasure coming from my nipple, her hard teeth gently biting, my

body trembled slightly, and in my trembling, her tongue warmly pressed against my nipple again, stimulation and tenderness

intertwined, before I could even feel pleasure, I was lifted up by even greater pleasure.

My nipple was sucked hard into her lips, I felt her soft tongue licking and teasing

me as she sucked. Just then, her four outstretched fingers were sewn onto the top of my shorts. Her fingers slid

inside, pulling my shorts down. I cooperated, extending one leg, the shorts hanging on my

other leg. Then, her soft hand touched my lower abdomen.

Her hand gently caressed me, and a fire ignited within me, burning towards my penis. My penis stood erect

. I felt her hand slide towards my penis. The instant she grasped it, we both

let out a soft "oh." I was marveling at the womanly sensation her hand brought, while her sigh was perhaps a surprise

at my large and hard erection. With the

gentle, forceful movements of her hand, I felt the air thin, and my body

writhed with her touch. My nipples suddenly felt cool. Her lips left my nipples

, sliding downwards, and her body moved away from mine, gently pressing between my legs.

Warm lips sucked on my penis, and I throbbed with passion. My penis was

enveloped in warmth and moisture, and the sensation I felt in the teahouse returned. Her tongue enveloped my entire

penis , as if sucking and swirling it. In the throes of intense pleasure, I looked up at her. Her head

was moving slightly up and down, her black hair swaying.

When her head rose, the lower part of my penis felt cool, and when she lowered it, it felt warm again.

Stimulated by the alternating coolness and warmth, I began to moan softly. Her tongue became delicate, gently

touching the urethral opening of my glans, carefully licking and teasing it. I enjoyed it. Suddenly, my frenulum was touched by

her tongue. The pleasure from the frenulum intensely stimulated my senses, and I couldn't help but thrust

my body . My penis felt like it was pressing against her soft throat, and my pleasure reached its peak in an instant.

Her head left my penis and buried itself deep into my buttocks. Just as I was wondering what she was doing,

her tongue touched my anus. I immediately realized she was reciprocating; a

piercing pleasure surged through my anus, and my penis hardened and throbbed.

Her hand, amidst her licking and sucking, grasped my penis again and began to knead it. I felt an

explosive . I could no longer bear this painful pleasure; suddenly, immense strength surged through my body.

I sat up, gently laid her flat on the bed, and carefully parted her legs, bringing them towards her breasts. I

held my erect, hot penis in my hand, rubbing the glans against her not-so-thick labia. Soon, her love juice appeared on

the glans I leaned down, looking into her eyes. She looked back at me, her

lips slightly parted, as if holding her breath, waiting for my entry.

I sucked on her beautiful red lips and asked, "Do you want me?"

She nodded shyly. I didn't want to give it to her like that, so I said again, "Tell me, do you want me?"

She closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and said, "Yes!"

I said, "Want me what?"

She gently pounded my back, not saying anything, but pushing her hips upwards, her hands sliding down to

press against my buttocks.

The base of my penis touched her labia, rubbing against them, the glans occasionally touching her

clitoris. She became impatient and started pressing my buttocks hard. I knew I couldn't tease her any longer, so I stopped the up-

and-down motion and used my senses to press my penis against her open labia, touching her warm, wet opening.

Suddenly, I thrust my hips forward, and my penis quickly entered her vagina. She let out an "Oh," arching her body

to feel my entry.

At the moment of entry, I stopped the thrusting motion, my penis immediately

enveloped , the glans reaching all the way in. My heart groaned as I subtly savored every sensation her vagina gave me

. It was indeed so short and narrow, allowing my glans to effortlessly reach its full depth.

A hot, smooth sensation filled the area around my penis and the glans.

I couldn't help but look down at her and say, "Do you know the ancient concept of a 'famous instrument'?" She shook her head. I said,

"Yours is it. A man's penis fully enjoys the embrace and comfort of your vagina; short and narrow is a famous instrument."

She blushed and said, "Take me well, okay?"

I nodded, and my penis began to slowly thrust inside her. Her hips

swayed gently in sync, as if we knew each other intimately. Her movements revealed her maturity

and skill, something a younger woman couldn't compare to.

Her hands gripped my waist, and her hips lifted off the bed, thrusting with my movements. My hip

movements grew larger, and my penis pounded wildly. Then, she stopped moving, fully enjoying

my thrusts.

I thrust in and out, her love juices flowing more and more, until they mingled with my pubic hair. My

pubic bone collided with hers, her clitoris and pubis. She didn't scream like a shallow woman, only let out suppressed moans, which

grew louder and louder. Amidst her heavy moans, her fingers dug into my skin, and I felt a sweet sting;

she was nearing her climax.

I suddenly withdrew my penis from her vagina. She opened her eyes, looking at me with confusion. I just thought to myself,

I still want to enjoy myself properly; I can't let her reach orgasm so quickly. My head moved between her legs, and I

began a new round of sucking. Her breathing changed from heavy to calm, then gradually became

heavy again with the pleasure of my sucking.

I turned her around, making her kneel, and then re-inserted my burning penis

into her from behind. She gradually went wild, not letting me pull her hips back forcefully; she started thrusting back and forth on her own

, her plump, white buttocks slapping against my lower abdomen with a slapping sound…

I needed the warmth of her entire body. Guided by this instinct, I laid her body flat

on the bed , her legs spread apart, my legs pressing against hers, my penis tightly joined to her vagina.

My body moved back and forth on top of hers, my pubic bone pressing and rubbing against hers. With each thrust, her body

straightened, and I felt her whole body straining, her lower abdomen sinking deep, her buttocks pushing

against my impact.

I thrust into her quickly and powerfully, and with each thrust, I felt her finally cry out, her body

trembling violently. I stopped, and my penis felt the intense contractions from her vagina. The contractions

stimulated me to start thrusting again, and finally, in a frenzied daze, I ejaculated into her still-hot vagina.

...

We embraced, I inhaled her warm, moist scent, and the transformation within me transported me back to the teahouse, back

to the dignified and mature face of her from my past work.

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