[To That Night] (02) Author: Taliban Member of Parliament

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Author: Taliban MP
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To my shame, my penis is only within the range of a normal man's. A former playmate measured it precisely for me; when
erect it's about 15 cm from base to tip, and less than 5 cm in diameter, which is fairly thick and consistent in thickness
. The glans is slightly large, but it's not the shape of a matchstick.

A man is a man; he only has one sensitive spot, and doesn't need much foreplay.

Her technique was good, surpassing 90% of my oral sex experiences. She drooled a lot, which flowed down to the base of my penis.

While she was stroking me, I was also recalling my previous girlfriends, who weren't very good at oral sex. They would usually
just put it on and repeat, without actually sucking, making it feel like a plastic bag with nothing inside.
There were also those who would obediently slap me on for half an hour out of love, but there was no skill involved; it was purely physical labor, and
it was hard to get that feeling of wanting to pull my penis out of their mouths and frantically thrust into their vaginas.

But C was different in many ways. She parted my pubic hair, grasped the base of my penis, and used her mouth to
manipulate the other half of my penis, which her delicate hands couldn't hold. One hand continuously rubbed her own breasts, as if she were
enjoying it herself. As her hand moved downwards, her mouth followed, her lips parting to fill my entire
mouth . As her mouth lifted, her hand followed, her mouth never leaving my penis. The rhythm was slow, but each thrust was deadly. Her
mouth was so tight, you couldn't feel any air inside. No matter where it touched, there was a
real, tangible feeling of "poking her flesh," and the occasional sensation of her teeth added to the pleasure. Especially
when her hand moved downwards, gently taking the glans into her mouth, her tongue quickly teasing the connection between the glans and the slit, and
occasionally giving a deep throat, I really felt like I wanted to fuck her to death from behind.

She was a skilled one.

After a few strokes, I immediately felt aroused and became hard. "Do you like big dicks?"

She nodded again, letting out a soft "Mmm."

"Can your little mouth hold it all?"

She glanced at me sideways while sucking on my penis, but didn't answer.

"Are you sharpening your weapon now? You'll be tortured afterward, won't you?" I asked.

She shook her head with a "hmm..." and continued her up-and-down motion.

"Do you and he do this? You're so skilled, he must like it too, right?"

She still ignored me.

She stopped, knelt down and moved to the edge of the bed, got out of bed and took a hair tie from her bag, saying casually, "Let me tie
my hair first."

I didn't say anything.

She stood up straight, tilted her head back, her hair hanging down. She shook it, then skillfully tied it up, saying, "
Stop asking me questions. When you're doing this to me, you don't have anything stuffed in your mouth, so you can talk. I can't talk. My
husband isn't as big as you, and he likes me doing this to him, but he doesn't want to use his mouth on me. Before we got married, I
was very attentive to him, but after a few years of marriage, I've always been perfunctory. Our foreplay never lasts more than three
minutes."

With that, she shook off her slippers, knelt back on the bed, and moved between my legs.

Her hair tied up made her look much sexier, a different kind of beauty.

She spread her legs and knelt between mine, blocking my legs, then leaned down and began to stroke me again.

She grasped my penis, took it in her mouth twice, spat it out, and pressed it upwards, positioning the glans towards my face.
She sucked and played with my scrotum, her tongue lolling out as she met my gaze. I watched as she
licked from the base of my penis along the slit to the glans, then thrust it in hard, pulled out, and repeated
the motion from the base.

I began to burn with desire, breathing heavily.

Seeing I was aroused, she changed positions. She buried her
face , arms at a 90-degree angle. She slightly raised herself, keeping her body still, her lips pursed, only her head
moving up and down, playing with the glans, making "pop, pop" sounds with each thrust. In this position
, her ample buttocks were especially prominent, forming a perfect S-shape with her waist. At the end of the S-shape
were her round, perfect buttocks, reflected against the smooth walls of the room.

In comparison, none of the previous 17 women could match her. Although she was also S-shaped, the ends of
her buttocks always ended unnaturally, making the part near the cleft of her buttocks look uneven and not perfectly round; some even had
a small, protruding bump.

I thought, perhaps only women who have given birth could have such a perfect buttock shape.

She stopped again, straightened up, and knelt on her calves, looking at me and saying, "Sigh, I'm so
useless ."

I didn't react: "What?"

"I only gave you oral sex for a little while, and I'm already feeling it again," she said seemingly casually.

"Ah," I feigned surprise, "How come so fast?

" "Your little brother has stuffed my mouth full, and I've been thinking that when I insert it later, it will be full too, and it will feel very comfortable.
Just thinking about it made me wet."

I said, "Let me see, it can't be that fast, can it?"

She reached down and touched her vulva, holding her fingers in front of me: "Well, it's like this now."

I said with a wicked smile, "Don't waste good things."

She seemed a little embarrassed, probably because she'd already come once and released, so she wasn't as open as before:
"Pervert."

"Then why did you let the pervert play with you so hard just now?"

Probably wanting to punish me, she suddenly leaned down again and vigorously stroked my
penis . Just as I was about to enjoy it, she straightened up, knelt down next to my chest,
sat down in a mermaid position, and punched me a few times with her small fists, saying, "It's because the pervert bewitched me that I did that,"
her voice trembling slightly.

I laughed: "Then let the pervert see if you can still be bewitched now," and reached
out to pull her, intending to play with her in a 69 position.

She shook off my hand, struggling slightly, "No."

"Just for a moment, just to see."

"No, you're too strong, my heart can't take it."

"Then I'll be gentle, is that okay?" I pushed her body away again.

"Why are you pushing me?"

"I'm going to push you over so you can do 69 on top of me," I said.

"Ah...no, do you really want to dehydrate me?" she flirted.

I reached out to touch her vulva, but she kept her legs together and I couldn't reach it. I reached out to pull her legs, and she pretended to be clueless, saying,
"What are you going to do? The positions you want are all so weird."

Actually, I knew that no position was weird to her.

She said no, but she was incredibly eager, so with a mix of resistance and acceptance (more acceptance than resistance),
I pushed her body around, then pinched one of her ankles and gently pushed her apart. She spread her arms and legs, her hands
supporting on either side of my hips, and her legs spread, exposing her entire beautiful vulva
to my face—a perfect 69 position.

This nectar source, which had just gushed out half an hour ago, was now reflecting the light again.

She slightly adjusted her position, and I pressed her down, continuing to give her oral sex. Our bodies were pressed tightly together,
from our genitals to each other's genitals, the parts of our bodies were pressed tightly together. I wrapped my arms around
her thighs, my hands resting on her two plump buttocks.
I gently lifted them slightly upwards, opening her vulva a little, about 2cm in front of my mouth, waiting for my tongue to enter.

Honey-like fluid mixed with saliva, urine, and vaginal semen; now something else was starting to seep out. The scent of her
vulva had lost its initial naturalness, now carrying a slightly sour saliva smell.

While kneading her buttocks, I turned my head and kissed the base of her thighs, my lips covering my teeth,
slowly biting from the base of her thighs towards the cleft, avoiding the cleft itself. Once I reached the edge, I switched to the other side, treating both sides equally.
She began to feel discomfort, wriggling her plump buttocks, perhaps searching for a place to meet my lips.

But I deliberately didn't bite. Each time I bit her labia majora with my teeth covering them, I would apply slight outward pressure to
separate her cleft, then slowly release my lips, holding the pubic hair near my lips, allowing her vulva to slowly close. Because of the overflowing fluid,
a "beep, beep" sound came from the opening every time it was parted.

She twisted even more violently, and every time my mouth kissed one side of her vulva, she would deliberately twist her buttocks in that
direction, trying to cover my mouth, but she never succeeded. On the other side, her mouth was still
teasing me in various ways, just like before.

I teased her and asked, "Sister, is it uncomfortable?"

"Mmm," she made a sound in her throat.

"Do you like it when perverts do this to you?"

"Don't ask, just do it," she gurgled with my penis in her mouth.

"Do you like it when perverts play with you like this?"

"You're so bad, you can tell whether I like it or not."

"Then what do you want me to do?" I asked.

Under my moderate teasing and verbal stimulation, C's vaginal fluid began to overflow, accumulating a thick
layer , glistening with lust.

"You can do whatever you want, don't ask me."

"But I just like to listen to your commands, otherwise you'll say I'm bullying you," I laughed.

"You're so naughty, playing with a woman like this, um...it feels so good."

"Sister, just order me around this once, I like this feeling too."

"Bite it, um...it hurts," she moaned, sucking on my penis.

"Where to bite? You have to tell me clearly," I chuckled again.

She was arguing with me, not telling me, but still trying to tease me, frantically sucking on my penis with her mouth. To be honest, there were
a few times I really felt like I was going to come.

"Where to bite, tell me or not, the truth will prevail," I pouted, pressing my lips against the entrance of her vagina
, making circular motions around her entire opening.

She gradually opened her mouth from my penis, but still kept it inside, feeling the stimulation from my mouth. When, for a
moment, her pouted lips, wet with her sticky vaginal fluid, wandered over her perineum, she finally couldn't hold back and said:
"Here, right here, oh oh, so good."

This was one of her most sensitive spots.

"Where is here?" I continued to tease.

"It's my sister's most sensitive perineum, um..."

C's anal sphincter twitched, showing that she was enjoying the position and
the pleasure brought by the perineal stimulation.

"Open your mouth and bite it, ah... you're really going to kill me."

I ignored her and continued to tease her with my mouth.

She lowered her body, trying to cover my mouth with her "mouth", but I turned my face to the side and she missed.

Finally, she couldn't hold back and cried out.

"Oh... I give up, I can't take it anymore, quickly open your mouth and lick my pussy, oh... it feels so bad,
you bad boy, I'll let you put your thick and big cock into my pussy later, you can fuck me however you want,
now hurry up and use your mouth, oh... it feels so sore inside."

I gave her a light kiss on her clitoris, then opened my mouth as wide as possible and licked upwards with force. When I licked C's perineum,
I took it into my mouth. Because of her narrow perineum, my upper lip was almost touching her anus, while my lower lip
was halfway up her vulva, my tongue constantly probing, sweeping, and pressing against her most sensitive spot.

C cried out helplessly again, my penis instantly feeling
the heat emanating from deep within her throat.

"Oh, oh, right here, like this, you're making me feel so good," she said, diligently using her mouth to tease
my penis, various moans escaping from her nose.

C gradually became soaked, and as I stimulated her perineum, I could feel my chin covered in her vaginal fluid,
another wet, slippery, and sticky sensation. I forcefully parted her vulva with my hands holding her buttocks, opening
it completely, looking at the dark depths of her vagina and her clitoris covered in vaginal fluid. I couldn't resist again, biting down on her, moving my tongue a couple of times, and gently sucking on her clitoris with a "whoosh whoosh" sound, as I sucked C's sticky vaginal fluid into my mouth—still a faint, natural taste. After I finished sucking, I put my mouth back on, perfectly fitting C's "mouth." Stimulated in her lower body, C involuntarily leaned forward, trying to escape my mouth. I gestured for her to spread her legs wider, which she obediently did. Then, I released my hands from her buttocks and moved to her waist, interlocking my fingers and pressing firmly against her waist, pushing hard towards my mouth, my tongue vibrating and constantly pressing against her clitoris. No matter how much she struggled, I held her waist firmly, preventing her from moving. C's emotions were aroused again; eager to enjoy herself, she became distracted, breathing heavily with hot air while holding my penis in her mouth, constantly moaning.

She asked me breathlessly, "Does my pussy smell good?"

"Mmm, it's the most fragrant and slutty in the world, I love it."

"I love it so much, I'm so happy you like licking my pussy, really, ah... if you like it,
bite me as much as you want."

"But I'm not happy, you'll have other men to share you with when you go back."

"No, silly, ah, ah, my husband won't do that to me."

"What if he asks?" I asked.

"He asks, ah... I won't give in... ah... from now on, my nectar will only satisfy you."

"When you make love with your husband in the future, remember this night, remember it every time."

"Mmm... how can I forget?"

I increased the intensity of my tongue's attack on her clitoris, and her legs began to tremble again. To get even greater
stimulation, she sank her whole body down, using her genitals to meet my stimulation, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that "she sat on my
mouth ."

After a brief silence and a forceful downward thrust, she came again.

As soon as I heard her moan, "Ah...ah..." I quickly pulled my mouth away and observed her
vaginal reaction during her orgasm.

Because I had her vagina in my mouth the first time she climaxed, I hadn't seen her lower body react.
Unexpectedly , seeing it now revealed the beauty of orgasm. Her entire beautiful vulva was presented before me up close
. Because she was kneeling in a 69 position, her legs were spread wide, and the tendons at the junction of her thighs and labia majora were
prominent , making her look incredibly sexy. Between those tendons, her pubic hair, wet from my oral sex
, clung to her full labia majora, while her labia minora were licked open, almost touching the
labia majora. With each moan, the muscles around her perineum and anus contracted violently.
Inside her visible vagina, the pink flesh opened and closed with each contraction. I thought, if my penis were inside her vagina now
, I could definitely feel the contractions deep within her vagina.

Compared to her first orgasm, C's second orgasm didn't produce as much fluid, but accompanied by several moans and
contractions of her vaginal muscles, her previously licked-clean vulva
glistened with . With each contraction, the fluid slowly overflowed. Within a dozen seconds,
the folds of her clitoris and labia minora were once again covered in glistening nectar, like a rose after a rain, its petals
blooming , delicate and vibrant.

I extended my tongue and gently touched the folds covered in fluid, the fluid connecting with the tip of my tongue. I tilted my head
back slightly and gently pushed her buttocks forward, separating my tongue tip, carrying a trace of glistening fluid, from her vulva
. The fluid broke off about 3 or 4 centimeters away, one end bouncing back, the other flicking between my lips and chin. C reached back, almost to the base of her thighs, and then tried to further open

her already wide-open vulva .
With a certain understanding, I knew her intention. Just as she opened it, I
bit down again, eagerly sucking the nectar from the folds of her vulva. It felt the same; it seemed like little,
but only when you actually sucked did you realize how much moisture the sponge contained—it's hard to judge with the naked eye
. No more words were needed; she spread her labia and licked four or five times in cooperation.

Within a minute, her orgasm subsided, and she got off me, saying seductively, "Go
rinse your mouth." I noticed her hair was soaked with sweat of excitement, her face flushed, beautiful and captivating.

"No need to rinse, I like the taste," I teased.

"Oh, it's dirty, silly," she said seriously.

"Didn't you repeatedly say you'd give it to me even if it was dirty the first time you came? Why the change now?" I continued
to tease her.

She laughed, annoyed, and said in a light, girlish tone, "Quick, rinse your mouth and I'll give you something even more
exciting."

I got up and went to the sink, spitting out what was in my mouth. Although I felt she had leaked a lot,
it was just a feeling; it wasn't actually that much.

Back in the room, she was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees. She looked at my erect penis and then at me seductively,
saying, "Oh, you're so amazing! I've already done it twice tonight. I'm so tired. It's so late, let's go to sleep. "

I knew she was teasing me, so I pounced on her, pinning her down, and kneaded her breasts with both hands
, saying, "Okay, go to sleep."

"How can I sleep if you don't get off me?" she giggled.

"Just sleep like this, you sleep yours and I'll do mine."

I kissed her as I spoke—tongue kisses, nipples, collarbone, neck, earlobes, behind her ears. She struggled repeatedly
but was powerless. I pinched her nipples, using my tongue to suck and gently bite them. In just a
few minutes , I heard soft "mmm...mmm..." breaths coming from her nose.

"You're really good with women. No woman could possibly stay reserved in your hands," she said.

"Aren't you the same? Any man would want a woman like you."

"I'm different. A woman can only attract a man when she has both good looks and skill in bed. Women
age quickly, and maybe in a few years you won't want me anymore," she said.

"Actually, there's a way to make a woman look radiant every day, do you know what it is, sister?"

"What is it?"

"It's about having frequent orgasms. I saw your skin was quite rosy after your first time," I teased her.

She sighed helplessly and ignored me.

I explored her vagina with my hand. After a while of stimulation, it became wet again. Although it wasn't
overflowing, it was perfectly ready for penetration.

She lay on the bed with her legs spread in an M shape. I kissed her deeply while holding my penis, searching for her wet
entrance . She responded to my kiss, waiting for my entry.

Although my penis is fairly long, C's labia minora are also quite long. After probing her entrance for a few seconds,
I found this position difficult to penetrate. Every time I tried to push in, her labia minora became an obstacle,
making it difficult to enter and causing her pain.

I straightened up, grasped the back of her calves, lifted her legs, and pressed down,
slightly lifting her buttocks off the bed into a large M-shape—a perfect missionary position.

C's vagina began to secrete fluid, flowing from the vaginal opening to her perineum. I freed one hand,
grasped my penis, and repeatedly rubbed it against the area where her fluid had gathered, lubricating the glans. Soon, her juices flowed again...
A large patch of it was smeared, wet and sticky. C raised her hands above her head, slumped on the pillow, her head
slightly tilted back, her brows tightly closed, panting and writhing, anticipating my entry. From my angle,
her silhouette was exceptionally beautiful.

I gripped my penis and kept rubbing it against C's vulva. Her juices kept overflowing, covering her entire vulva
and my entire glans. Seeing her aroused like this, I felt a secret pleasure, thinking: for
women, the pleasure of sex can never be achieved through words.

Although it was a rather boring topic, I couldn't help but ask, "Is it good?"

"Mmm, good, great, come in quickly.

" "Such a big penis, aren't you afraid?" I laughed.

"Yes, I am, be gentle."

"It's okay, I'm ugly, but I'm gentle," I joked.

She chuckled, "Pfft." "Come in,"

I said, my fighting spirit reignited. I flirted with her, "Who are you talking about?"

"Little brother, give it to your sister, oh…it hurts, it's so itchy down there."

"Don't listen to 'little brother,' I want to hear something else."

She continued with a dazed look, "What do you want to hear?"

"Guess."

"Lover?"

"No."

"Best male friend?"

"Ugh, no, those terms are so unfriendly," I said.

"Then what do you want to hear?" She was both frustrated and unsatisfied by my teasing, her face showing feigned anger.

"Call me husband," I said, kneading her breasts.

She gasped, "Pervert, how can you be like this? So cruel."

I increased the friction on her vulva, teasing her perineum with my penis—so slippery. I'll use any trick to get what I
want to hear .

"Sister, are you feeling really uncomfortable right now? You're burning with desire, you must want to put it out quickly, right?"

Actually, I regretted asking that question as soon as it left my mouth. She had already reached orgasm twice and was no
longer under my control. But once again, I underestimated the 36-year-old woman's voracious sexual desire.

"Ah, hurry up, do me, come in, it's good," she pleaded almost desperately.

"I want to hear you call me 'husband,' hurry up, baby," I said eagerly.

"You call me 'sister,' and I call you 'husband,' that's too incestuous."

"I just love incest with you," I insisted, "because you're so sexy, so alluring from head to toe."

With the stimulation of words and body, C gradually lost her mind. She suddenly grabbed my forearm
and tried to lift her head, saying, "Husband, come in quickly, use your cock to fuck me."

Having achieved my goal, I was also burning with lust. With a gentle thrust, the entire head of my penis entered her honey hole,
a warm feeling spreading throughout my body.

She let out an "Ah..." and bit her lip, her head suddenly falling onto the pillow, her eyes extremely glazed.
Seeing her expectant eyes already beginning to contort, I suddenly leaned forward, facing her directly, my body
almost parallel to hers. I simultaneously moved her legs to my arms, supporting myself on either side of her
shoulders , assuming a wild M-shape. C's buttocks were lifted off the bed, her vulva almost directly
facing the ceiling. Already very lubricated, I thrust downwards forcefully, and my entire penis was swallowed by her "
little mouth " all the way to the very root. With my 15-centimeter-long, thick penis inside her, she must have
felt incredible pleasure.

C let out a near scream, "Ah…uh…" I stopped when I reached the deepest part of her flower,
leaving it fully inserted, savoring the feeling of my penis being enveloped by her wetness.

She closed her eyes tightly, furrowed her brows, her lips slightly parted, letting out a long, deep breath, her body struggling
to adjust to my sudden thrust. C's vagina wasn't tight enough, lacking strong envelopment; this was very clear in the instant I penetrated
her . The slight looseness of her vagina
contrasted with her firm, sexy buttocks , probably from being fucked by men for over ten years and having given birth.

I remember with my 17 previous partners, when I entered her in this position, I could feel the
closed state of her vagina being gradually broken through layer by layer, until finally reaching the clitoris. However, with C, I
didn't feel that breakthrough at all. Maybe it was because I entered too forcefully, or maybe it was too slippery to
feel , who knows? I prefer to accept the fact that she is no longer a young girl.

Although there wasn't a strong sense of envelopment, the depths of C's vagina were still very soft and warm, making me feel like I was
melting . That's the charm of a woman, that magical place that men can't resist. My first time with
a 36-year-old woman,

"Ah...good, so big, so big, be gentle.

" We're going shirtless, I said as I started to slowly thrust.

"Hmm, ah, just be careful."

"Sister, you're so sexy, I can't handle it."

"You have to pull out before you ejaculate," she replied.

"Can I give you oral sex?" I asked with a wicked smile.

"No, absolutely not, ah, ah." While enjoying the pleasure, she displayed
a slight assertiveness, brooking no negotiation.

"But you sprayed your nectar twice, both times into my mouth."

Her eyes were hazy, her brows slightly furrowed, and she breathed softly. Hearing my words, a
blush .

"You're so annoying," she said shyly, her breath coming in short gasps, "You are you, and I am me, ah... ah..."

A good woman brings a man pleasure not only physically but also psychologically. I like C; she's
adorable, giving me both physical and psychological satisfaction. I like it when she's completely under my
control yet she still tries to hold her breath and argue with me, but I'll
quickly and forcefully thrust into her a few times when she's just started talking or halfway through, tightening my penis and changing the angle to stimulate her G-spot, penetrating deep into her flower.
At this moment, the adorable her is often drowned out by her own helpless moans before she can finish speaking. After the wave
of thrusts subsides, she comes back to her senses, continuing to argue with me with a hint of satisfaction and shyness. For example:

"Zheng, your penis is so big, I feel completely filled up, I've never felt like this before."

"Then how about I come to Hefei to see you every weekend?"

"No, my family is all there, I can't come out."

"I only want you during the day, you can say it's for work or shopping."

"No, that's too dangerous."

"Is it good?" I thrust harder.

………………………………………………

In August 2014, on a weekend when the smog had cleared, I arrived in Beijing again on a business trip,
burdened . For two consecutive weeks, I tirelessly repeated
the experience of most people coming to Beijing for business—constantly shuttling between hotels, potential partners, government departments, and dinners, meeting, negotiating
, and pleading…

On Friday morning of the second week, the other party finally signed the relevant cooperation agreement, and the government's
willingness writing. The signing process was complicated but generally went smoothly.
After the last dinner that evening, Mr. Xu from the other party suggested that his two subordinates accompany me for a stroll near Houhai. Honestly, I
wasn't very interested in the location she suggested. I'd already had several celebration parties in similar places during my previous trips to Beijing.
I could name a couple of bands in Houhai and a dozen shops in Nanluoguxiang that had the best double-skin milk pudding. Besides, I had
other plans, and it wouldn't be convenient for anyone to accompany me to the places I wanted to go. So, citing fatigue, I
thanked her and politely declined Ms. Xu's offer.

Back at the hotel, after resting and freshening up, I went downstairs before 9 pm, took a taxi, and went alone to the Gongti Mix nightclub.

Gongti Mix was recommended by a friend in Beijing; apparently, the area around Gongti is
a gathering place for Beijing's wealthy second-generation elites, especially Mix. Sure enough, like most high-end nightclubs in China,
every was filled with money, passion, hunger, and desire. The difference was that Mix
was even more so; Mix had more sexy women, and the air smelled stronger.

Looking around, the place was bustling with people, some in twos and threes, others in small groups. Even the smallest tables had at least three or four
people seated. For someone like me, who had come alone, sitting at a small round table felt lonely and pathetic, while sitting at the bar with
the intention of picking up girls seemed too obvious. But I had no other choice but to choose a spot near the bar, further from the dance floor, where
the lighting was dimmer. However, fate had other plans. This choice led me to
this woman and this unforgettable experience.

She was about 168cm tall, with a well-proportioned and curvy figure. Her breasts were
on the smaller side, probably only a B cup. Her hair was medium-length, below her shoulders, with slightly wavy curls. The low-cut V-neck nightclub dress perfectly accentuated her not-so-full bust and highlighted her cleavage . The stiletto heels on her feet further perfected
her rounded hips and straight, long, and curvy legs.
She wore light makeup, carried a small fuchsia bag with a thin gold chain strap, and crossed her legs, gazing at the dance floor and her
wine glass. Her body swayed gently to the music. Everything about her made my blood boil; to be precise,
I wanted her. If we hadn't met in this setting, my first impression of her would have been that of an elegant, well-bred
woman.

For the half hour before I spoke to her, I pretended to pay attention to my
surroundings while sipping my unfamiliar, fake liquor, all the while secretly observing her. Although
she was alone during this short time, simply drinking, playing on her phone, and glancing at the dance floor, I didn't know her situation.
My mind raced: Was she alone? Was she waiting for a friend? Was her friend arriving or
already on the dance floor? Would it be awkward to speak to her, or would it cause unnecessary conflict with other men? She
seemed to notice my actions, glancing at me several times, but her face remained expressionless. I was also shy, and
each eye contact with her lasted no more than a second.

I've never been a proactive person since puberty. Faced with this situation, my blood boiled,
but inside I was conflicted and hesitant. It took me several minutes to finally struggle and take that crucial first step.

The bartender at the Mix bar was a beautifully made-up
woman with delicate features, a sexy figure, and a tattoo on her inner arm. I called her over and told her that I would pay for the lady to my left's drink starting with the next one.
She understood, gave me a wicked smile, and told me that she was alone when she sat down, and after a while, no one else was there either, so she
must have come alone. With a sudden sense of relief, I looked at her. She probably noticed
something , looked at me again, still expressionless, and our eye contact lasted less than a second.

Finally, she ordered another drink. Finally, she understood something new. Finally, she started looking in
my direction.

At that moment, though I felt a little awkward, I still met her gaze and gave a stiff smile. She, however, was generous,
nodding slightly and returning a sweet smile, which melted my heart. I must explain that I'm not
a proactive person. Although I've slept with 17 girls since my freshman year, most were girlfriends
and a few were casual acquaintances. Girlfriends are replaceable, and I knew my casual acquaintances before, so I never felt awkward. But tonight was
different. Alone in Beijing, the pressure of two weeks of work had me driven by lust, and I needed a one-night stand to release that stress.
It was my first time, so I felt extremely unnatural and awkward.

The short conversation and the rest of the night
began with her mouthing a "thank you" from two or three seats away. After a few words, unable to communicate due to the loud music, I moved to sit next to her, and we continued
chatting. Unable to hear clearly, I leaned close to her ear, feeling the warmth and faint
fragrance emanating from her smooth neck. For a moment, I had an urge to spread her legs and smell if her most precious place smelled as
alluring . She didn't resist this way of communicating, appearing poised and natural. Occasionally, she'd shrank back slightly, tickled by my breathing
, then giggle and lean closer to listen.

Regarding my impulse, I need to explain: although I'm not proactive, I have a high tolerance for
novelty and try new things. Of the 17 women I've had sex with, only the first 5 or 6 didn't
reach orgasm with my tongue. Later, as my technique improved and the scope broadened, my subsequent partners were all brought
to arousal by my tongue and various positions, reaching peak climax. Even two married partners, who were willing to betray
their husbands, said they wanted me to use my mouth to rekindle their past feelings, saying that only I wouldn't be so demanding.
If it weren't for the thought of having an unprotected penis constantly probing their sensitive spots, I'd gladly oblige.

Back to the main point, after we started chatting, I learned her name was C, from Hefei, Anhui. Like me, she was in Beijing
on a business trip, planning to go home for the weekend, and was taking advantage of Friday to relax. Upon closer inspection, I realized she wasn't actually young;
I probably hadn't noticed before due to the lighting. She later told me she was 36 years old (a full 6 years older than me).
She was 30 years old, married, and had a 6-year-old child. She ordered several cocktails and sipped them slowly,
while I, preoccupied with the wicked thought of having sex with her, controlled my alcohol intake. She was cute and asked
why didn't drink more. I said I had things to do that evening. She said who would come to a nightclub alone with such
obvious intentions, and thought I was making it up.

Around midnight, she was slightly drunk. I asked her where she stayed, and she said a hotel near the West Fourth Ring Road, quite
far from the Workers' Stadium. She asked where I stayed, and I said Guomao. She then said my place was closer, making it easier for me to get back later.
A single sentence , yet it contained a lot of information.

At the Friday midnight mix, the music grew increasingly energetic, the whole place was in a frenzy. She pulled me and said, "Let's dance,
we'll leave after a while." Hearing she was leaving, I felt disappointed. I really wanted her to stay and come back to the hotel with me, but
I didn't dare say it. I led her to the edge of the dance floor, hugged her, gently stroked her shoulder, and slowly danced away. Overall, her figure
was really amazing. She was a married woman who had given birth, and she was very attractive. What I couldn't stand the most was that she let me
hug . Her round buttocks would sometimes thrust backward and sometimes rub against me, constantly stimulating my penis. I was burning with desire and
gradually got aroused.

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