[You need skill to have sex with a married woman]

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Wanting

to sleep with a married woman requires skill. (You'll regret it if you don't read this!) Seducing married women is dangerous; I urge everyone to respect themselves!

Many people dream of having a married woman for their "little brother" to enjoy, but thinking is one thing, action is another.

I remember a classic saying from a forum user: "Who's fishing for whom tonight?" Another user wrote: "

Women sleep with men because they love them, and men love women because they sleep with them." This became my

guiding principle for seduction.

Okay, enough rambling. Let me introduce myself: I'm 26 years old, 157cm tall, average-looking, and will be a father of two

next month . I'm a native of the countryside, currently a laborer

working for a somewhat well-known local company, earning a meager income (less than 1000 yuan a month). I'm also extremely

lecherous ; at 16, I was caught peeping at a married woman bathing. The next day, the whole class knew about my "great act," but

I still went to class anyway. I've eaten at 20 different prostitutes so far (averaging 50 yuan each, which is the only price a working-class guy can afford

), and I have a few mistresses (one online friend, three colleagues). (I just finished one, and I also started dating

a new online friend the day before yesterday; it's all their first time having an affair, so I'm just sharing this on a whim). Because eating prostitutes can't

compare , I only date them now. Since my height, looks, and income are all average, I hope everyone can learn from my experience

. First post: I successfully slept with her two months after joining the company. Step 1: Create space and cultivate a foundation of feelings. On the fifth

time we ate together, I slept with her. She was a 28-year-old mistress, no longer shy like a young girl, quite attractive, knew how

to dress up, take care of herself, and do makeup, so she seemed particularly charming. That's right, women who like to dress up and do makeup are inherently

fond of being admired and value passion and lust. They know how to experience emotions with a mature mindset, so money

isn't a very important condition for them (it's not like they're looking for a husband). Okay, now that I've found the right person, I need to plan. I joined

this company at the beginning of this year. She's two years older than me and hasn't had children yet. We used to work in the same department. After we started

working together, we became quite familiar with each other. We even had meals together after work. Over the course of a month, I discovered

she possessed a mature beauty unique to married women. She had a refined air, dressed elegantly for work, and was

taller than me (obviously!). During my free time, I would agonize over how to win her over. Her husband was four years older than her,

tall and thin, and didn't look as muscular as me, but he was a very nice person. Over time, I became "friends" with him. I

'm a rather mild-mannered, non-aggressive man, usually quite cute and gentle, but nobody knows that deep down

I'm a lecherous womanizer. Because of this, girls are less wary of me and I'm easy to get along with (key point: of all factors, timing,

location and people: people). Plus, I'm a family-oriented person who enjoys cooking, and she doesn't like restaurant

food. From our conversations, I learned she was tired of fast food, so I used this opportunity to invite her to my rented place

for meals . Sometimes, she and her husband would come along too.

This gave us more time alone, laying the foundation for our later development. After all, it's in our free time that feelings can develop. The first step in pursuing a woman is developing

feelings, but don't let it become real, or the consequences are obvious. You need to make her feel that you're sincere and

show selfless devotion. Two women sent me the same message these past two days, word for word: "Why are you

so good to me?" Haha, I'm secretly pleased. This means she's developed feelings for me but needs confirmation. My

reply was also word for word: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fallen in love with you, but I've fallen deeply in love with you, so often,

it's a bittersweet experience." Classic, right? To win her favor, I always clean my rented place meticulously before leaving

, making her think I'm a thoughtful and diligent man. The first few times she came over for dinner, I tried to start by talking

about so she wouldn't think I had ulterior motives. Although I wanted to be sincere, I couldn't reveal it at the beginning, lest

she think I was trying to deceive her, even though she might be trying to deceive me too (who's fishing for whom tonight!). Her husband

lives with her in a company-rented apartment (that's why I don't move in with her; friends might not understand, but based on my

experience, being together too often can easily damage feelings, and it's inconvenient. Being discovered is very dangerous.

It could even cost you your life. Before I slept with her, she often asked me to move in, but after we did, she stopped mentioning it.

So you should understand, having an affair requires strategic location; the quality is more important than the quantity). Time to go to work,

to be continued … Time to go home, to continue…

Update 1: First dinner: Treat it like a colleague coming over for dinner, just a casual chat. Keep the dishes simple so she

won't feel embarrassed.

Since her husband works far away, he usually eats out before coming home. Usually,

when we go to work together, I always try to get close to her and consciously

spend That day, I told her that my specialty is braised noodles, and asked if she wanted to try my cooking for lunch. She replied

, "Sure! I eat out every day, it's unhygienic and the rice is awful. You go buy groceries after work, and I'll come

over and call you." Without hesitation, I went to the market after work and bought some groceries. On my way back, she

called to ask where I was, and we met up. I led her through a maze of streets until we finally arrived. She complained

a bit, saying that I managed to find a good place despite the difficult route. Haha, we arrived. It was a small room with a kitchen and

bathroom the monthly rent was 130 yuan, excluding electricity. She looked at it and thought it was enough for one person, quite a good deal. The first time she came in,

she enthusiastically helped me wash the vegetables and then watched me cook. She said, "You're pretty good.

It's good for . I'm so lucky to be your wife." I said, "Sigh, don't even mention it. When we were together, she was also a family-oriented

woman , always vying with me to cook. We ended up disagreeing, and since we both have rather unpleasant personalities, we argued frequently. There wasn't much of a foundation of affection; we were just making do." She said, "Oh, so you still got married?" Then, using a cliché, I fabricated a painful family history that men often use, which deeply resonated with her. (It actually worked quite well; no wonder experts use it so often.) Stop there, let's eat. After the warm-up, we switched back to work. It was a very ordinary meal, but it left her with a wonderful feeling. She said, "I didn't expect it to be true! I can come here to eat often I said, "Of course, since I'm cooking alone anyway, it's more motivating and cost-effective with two people." She took my casual remark as a serious promise. Hehe, things are looking up. 　　The second time, three days later, I cooked something better, with a few fancy dishes. She ate with great relish. A meal with many dishes is the most atmospheric, except there was no wine. This time, the company's topics only accounted for 25%, with most of them being open...

We started by chatting about family and personal topics, focusing on the common ground of being experienced people,

and discussed personal feelings at length. Gradually, our relationship grew closer, and we became quite

friendly at work, often hanging out at each other's desks when we had free time. A few times after work, when we didn't have time, we ate

out . (Opportunities are something you have to seize; haste makes waste).

The third time was on a weekend, when I wasn't working. I slept in until 2:30 PM (of course, I stayed

up all night in the Seqing chat room). Without prior notice, she had already bought groceries and called to tell me she would be

coming over to cook; there were three of them, including her husband. I understood, and although I was a little

annoyed, I still bought some more groceries to avoid being a poor host. I had seen her

husband ; although we weren't close, we'd met a few times, so we weren't strangers. This time, the meal was plentiful, and it took me a while to start

eating. Then, we chatted and ate, getting along very well. Between men, it's always about national affairs or

important matters , which made her think we were very close. And indeed, we really did get along

well, which made her feel a little embarrassed now—she'd slept with his woman, and he still treated me like a saint, even calling that night to ask me to come over and give him a thumbs up. I

made an excuse not to go and am continuing with this first post on my new account.

The fourth time, things had progressed to a more relaxed stage. We ate casually, and this time the conversation couldn't

be as heated; we needed to maintain a necessary quiet and create some space. So, when she came over for dinner this time

, my tone gradually shifted from a friendly, loud, enthusiastic one to a

soft, almost romantic whisper, to bridge the emotional distance. After our previous interactions and work-related exchanges,

we had become quite close confidants. She had become more open and less guarded. Perhaps I sensed that she

felt more than just friends with me; she couldn't quite put her finger on it either. I guessed she was attracted to my gentle, approachable

, cute yet mature nature (after all, I'm married, so I'm quite mature, but

nobody I was married, so I ended up having to hold the wedding ceremony at the office). This kind of cute yet mature man

was certainly attractive to a rather dignified young woman like her. I knew her heart was starting to flutter, but she

was too shy to show it. At this point, a man should take the initiative. This time, I spoke much less, but I deliberately tried to make her feel a

long-lost warmth, my tone carrying an unreadable feeling. Afterwards, I focused more on showing attentiveness

and care, making her tea, carrying her bag when I left, and so on. Secondly, in matters of the heart, quality

is key; haste makes waste. Who's after whom tonight? This was my fifth time eating at Xiaoshe. It's like running a marketing campaign;

usually, you need three to five rounds of sales pitches for a good chance of closing the deal. You can't be too fast, nor can you drag it out too long.

You have to strike when you've identified the right target, but don't escalate it into a forced purchase, otherwise you might get the food, but it'll only be a one-time thing. This time, the opportunity came— it was

almost fate.

That noon, as usual, she came again. The air was stuffy, making it easy to feel sleepy

, and since she's very particular about her health, she needs to nap at noon. Seeing that I was taking forever to prepare the food,

and knowing she especially loves sweet potato rice porridge, even making a simple porridge took her ages, she started cooking. She said she'd lie on my

bed (it's normal for her to be a little timid now that we're familiar), and wake me up when she was ready. I understood and agreed, secretly feeling

a little smug, thinking, "Based on my past experience, maybe today will be great!" I closed the door and dimmed the lights,

ostensibly to create an environment for her nap, but also secretly setting a trap for myself. While I was cooking,

I noticed that her feet were still on the edge of the bed, even though she wasn't wearing high heels. I tried to gently lift them

to help her, whispering, "It'll be easier to sleep if you take them off." The first time, I failed. She moved them away,

saying lazily, "What are you doing? It's okay, I'll just lie down for a while." "Alright then." Five minutes later, I

went over again. This time, without saying a word, I quickly took one off without her turning around. Seeing

that I had already taken one off, she didn't object and let me take the other. Then, I moved her feet back into the bed and

covered her with the blanket. Heh, she fell asleep again. Okay, in the dark, the dishes were all ready, but then I realized, damn it,

the rice cooker wasn't plugged in. Heh, but I was thinking, this time I have to wait. First time: She asked if it was ready

yet, I said no, I forgot to plug it in. Second time: She said, "Why isn't it ready yet?" I said, "Almost, it'll be ready soon

." Chapter Three: She said, "Sigh, when will that be? You might as well turn off the light, it's too bright." Heh,

now look at me, it's broad daylight, but it's like nighttime inside. Listening to the electric cooker lid humming, my heart

pounded along with it. I took a fragrant bottle of Haisheng cigarette and secretly held it three centimeters in front of her nose.

No reaction. Two centimeters, still no reaction. One centimeter... heh, this time there was a reaction! She swallowed and

pursed her lips. The atmosphere clearly carried a hint of my teasing. I put it to her lips, her lips slightly parted

but not quite. I secretly used the dim light to look at her alluring and sexy lips, looking at the beautiful

young woman sleeping soundly on my bed, and my heart surged with emotion. Several times I wanted to kiss those sexy lips, but I didn't dare, afraid of

messing it up and wasting all my effort. I continued to touch her lips with the Haisheng cigarette, trying to achieve my fantasies. She slightly opened her eyes and

looked down. "What's this?" I said, "It smells delicious." Oh, no, I'll eat it later. I paused for a moment,

then took the sesame seed away and secretly ate it myself. Oh, so delicious. So comforting. I tried my second trick. I

pretended to lean against her, so I half-leaned against the headboard next to her. Then, I quietly looked at her very closely,

only 10 centimeters from her lips. A woman's sixth sense should be able to sense things, but she calmly

kept her eyes closed , completely unaware (yeah right! I don't believe it even if you beat me to death). Then, I took her hand and pretended to look for

a few whorls on her fingers. She woke up, and I told her I'd check for her. Obviously, my IQ was really low at that moment.

How could I see anything in such dim light? Hehe, I said it was too dark to see clearly, so I took a bigger hand and pulled it out to examine it carefully

, rubbing it as I looked. After a long time, I told her I couldn't see clearly. She must have known I had ulterior motives. She didn't

expect as seemingly gentle as me would have such inappropriate thoughts about her. She was probably secretly laughing at my idiocy. Then, I

took a Hai Sheng (a type of herbal tea) and put it in her mouth. She said she'd get up and eat later, but I said that if she ate too much later, she'd be a girl, and it would taste

better . "Eat one first, smell it and see if it smells good," I said. She smelled it, and then I put it in her mouth. She continued lying down.

She ate two in total. I didn't know whether to continue teasing her. After thinking it over, I decided to stop and do it next time. I turned around.

I wanted to get out of bed to see if the food was ready, but I didn't want to stand up, so I sat with my back to her for a while. Suddenly, she

grabbed my waist from behind and said, "Aren't you ticklish?" "Hehe, hahaha, hehehe."

I said I wasn't afraid, but she kept scratching. This time it tickled me, and I laughed. Then, I reached behind her and scratched her back, asking if she

was scared. She said no, but I didn't believe her. I kept going, but she really wasn't scared. I scratched even closer. Perhaps

she was waiting for my next move. At that moment, we were laughing softly, our eyes

meeting several times on our still-smiling faces. I stopped, really wanting to kiss her passionately. Actually, I guessed she would

have agreed then. But I still couldn't bring myself to do it. By then, even men become a little shy. I got up and

said it was time to eat. After getting the food, she sat up lazily and said her neck was sore. Just a moment ago, I was

cursing myself for not daring to do it, thinking how stupid I was. But then I thought, "No man's manhood is no man's manhood," and I made up my mind. Actually, at this

point the initiative was entirely in my hands; it just depended on whether I wanted to or not. I made an excuse and said, "Let me massage your neck." She said, "

You know how? Great!" I said, "A little. I used to help my wife a lot (actually

, I was just kidding), and then I touched her fair neck again. After a while, she seemed to be enjoying it and said, "I didn't expect you to be so good at this

. It feels really good." Actually, I was just kidding. I said, "Lie down and I'll give you a proper massage." She said, "Okay," and leaned back on

the bed. Looking at her pert buttocks and curvaceous figure, I was already aroused, and my penis was already

hard. I massaged her here and there, and my hands would casually touch her pert buttocks. Ah,

that feeling, soft and elastic. Hehe, it seems she was interested too. After a while, she stopped moving.

I looked over and saw that she was asleep (pretending to be asleep). I also deliberately said that my hands were tired, and this time I boldly pressed my face against

her back, and then deliberately breathed heavily. After a while, we remained still. She said it was time to get up for dinner

, but I didn't get up. "Come on," I said, "I'm tired," and pressed myself closer, taking advantage of the situation. She didn't get up. This time, I was bolder

. My chest pressed against her back, and I gently took her hands in mine. She trembled slightly. I pressed my face against

hers, touching the face of the beauty I had long desired. She seemed a little scared and nervous, but remained composed. I increased

my breathing, trying to arouse her. Then, I kissed her from her face to her ear. She seemed surprised by my actions.

She just said, "Wow, you won't!" before I was already kissing her lips. Then she said, "You're taking advantage of me, so I

'll take advantage of you." Since kissing her from behind was difficult, I simply turned my body to the side, giving her a sideways

kiss. At first, she only responded gently and then pulled back. I increased the pressure,

kissing her lips fiercely. This time, she didn't resist. She hugged me tightly and kissed me passionately,

fully releasing the desire she had been hiding in her heart. I was venting my frustration, not even having time to respond. Her sudden frenzy

excited me immensely. Looking at the alluring young woman before me, I was burning with lust. My penis

pressed firmly against her genitals through my pants. This caused her to moan several times in my mouth, the sounds rushing into my throat and reaching my bloodstream.

She, in turn, pressed me down, riding on top of me, kissing me incessantly, her hips swaying

up and down . Even through my pants, I could feel a strong heat

flowing back and forth between her vulva and my penis. She couldn't take it anymore; she wanted it. I pressed her down, removing my white collared shirt,

not even bothering to pull off my bra, just pushing it up, revealing a pair of small breasts standing out before my eyes. She resisted, pulling the bra

back down, but I wouldn't have it. Without a word, I grabbed one breast with one hand and sucked on the other.

She had just cried out no, but now, she let out an "Ah!" sounding incredibly pleasurable. After all, we were

having an affair, colleagues at work and friends in our spare time. Now that we're in bed, the feeling is incredibly exciting.

With such a long foreplay, I'm already aroused. I tried to pull down her pants, but she

refused . So, I used another tactic: kissing her breasts to arouse her, while simultaneously

touching, pressing, and inserting my fingers into her genitals through her pants. I couldn't believe she wasn't itchy, and it worked! She couldn't take it anymore, so

I finally pulled down her outer pants. She was incredibly shy. Her white panties were already soaked, and I guessed she was overflowing with fluids

inside too. I took off my outer pants as well, and we pressed our remaining two pairs of panties together.

Finally, she asked me, with a mixture of longing and shyness, "Did you bring a condom?" I said no.

She said, "You're crazy! You got me like this and didn't even bring a condom! What time is it? Get up and eat!" This time it just

passed like that, without actually going all the way, but there has been a lot of progress. Thinking back to half an hour ago, I was still lightly touching her

hands, and now it's come to this. It's enough to keep me thinking about it all night. [Hehe, to be continued, it's past 2 AM, I have to go to work

tomorrow morning … Next episode, at work, I'm getting a lot of strange looks… She asked me to go buy condoms

… That night we even played cards together, two of the four of us had ulterior motives, it was so awkward…

…She said: The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans have emotions that animals don't. I said it's okay, the sky is still blue.

She said, the sea is still blue too. As she said that, I saw tears streaming down her face… Seeing everyone's

strong reaction, I'm now writing the follow-up update 2.] Additionally, because I was in a really bad mood today, my

online mistress saw the messages I left on my QQ computer… She's starting to suspect my intentions. I can't worry

about that now, I'll just write it down first.) The next day at work, we maintained normal working

relationships . When others were present, I had to pretend nothing was wrong, forcing a smile and maintaining composure.

But my smiles always felt unnatural, especially when our eyes met. She probably

felt so ashamed and lewd, having been taken advantage of by this man, yet still having to maintain a double relationship with him as a colleague.

Other colleagues didn't notice anything amiss. She and I were both afraid of being discovered, but when our eyes met,

there was a strange undercurrent. Before yesterday, we could chat freely without any inhibitions, but today—from now on—

we couldn't. The feeling was completely different. She probably, like me, had two naked images

intertwined , and the other person in those images was the colleague standing in front of her. Talking

about work while thinking about those intertwined images was incredibly awkward. A female colleague sitting across from me seems to have noticed our

unusual relationship a long time ago. Two married people, yet so close? Sometimes she'll jokingly ask, "Where's your

Nana ?" It always leaves me puzzled. Sometimes when we're alone in the office, I'll seize the opportunity to ask her, "How do you feel?"

"Say it again! Say it again and I'll beat you to death! You better stay away from me!" "Okay,

okay, I'll get lost," I replied in a wronged tone, wisely returning to my seat.

Hearing my reply, she seemed to have won a battle, but her face flushed as she went about her business. I

secretly observed her expression and noticed an intense shyness hidden beneath her red face. Heh,

this was exactly what I wanted to see. It made me feel very proud. However, at the company, she absolutely forbade me to say anything related to this

; the more I talked about it, the more ashamed she became. Three days later, after three days of adjustment, I finally escaped the

intensely . I invited her over for lunch again. She arrived as promised. Heh, now she

entered the house with an air of dominance, as if the house belonged to her, no longer so polite. She immediately

lay down on the bed, while I, like a servant, began to cook. As I cooked, I was already thinking about whether I could finally sleep with her at lunchtime

. Heh, thinking about it made cooking feel sweet. Lunch was served promptly at 1:10 PM.

She ate with me like a carefree young couple, completely different from how she is at work. That

's when having an affair, they maintain their principles. After we finished eating, she told me she was sleepy and wanted to take a nap. Of course, I didn't object

(of course I did! Another chance! I was determined to sleep with her this time). I quickly cleaned up the mess,

giving her a moment to create a quiet environment and build chemistry. Once I was done, I said I was sleepy too and wanted to lie down for a bit. She

said domineeringly, "Go sleep at the company." (Actually, she came prepared, saying one thing but meaning another; it's obvious she was

making up a lie to save face.) I said, "Why should I go? This is my room, I'm going to

sleep here." (I understood her meaning; it should have been in line with her thoughts.) She said, "Then you sleep on the floor." I took off

my shoes and socks , turned

off the light, and, ignoring her, got into bed first, then lazily said, "It's my bed, why should I sleep on the floor?" Seeing that she had no choice and was already in bed, she turned over to sleep. I didn't immediately attack. Instead,

I lay quietly as if I was really sleepy, really going to sleep. A few minutes later, I lazily turned to face her.

She had her back to me, still quiet, perhaps waiting for my advance. I smelled her fragrance; a young woman

's body smells so good. I gently wrapped my arms around her waist. She struggled slightly, trying to push my hands away.

But she failed, hehe. I was stroking her stomach, occasionally letting my hand trace hers before returning to her waist, while

rubbing my face against her back—it felt so good. I slipped my hand under her thin t-shirt,

trying to touch her breasts, but she said, "Oh, I want to sleep, don't move around," and

pushed my hand away. This time I withdrew my hand and instead touched her thigh. Then, I slowly slid it down to her stomach

, going back and forth, before finally touching her genitals. She didn't resist; after so much time, she

should have some physiological response. So, naturally, she allowed me to touch her genitals;

I could . Her genitals unconsciously

moved gently in opposite directions in response to my touch. She felt itchy. Her breathing became heavier. I stroked her labia up and down, sometimes

drawing circles , sometimes pressing towards what I guessed was the vaginal opening. After a few rounds, her whole body began to writhe. I moved my hand towards

unbuttoning her pants, wanting to slip it inside for a more comfortable touch, but she stopped me. I instead grabbed her hand and

placed it on my hard, erect penis. She touched it briefly, then shyly pulled it back. You know,

the excitement a woman feels when she touches a man's penis is very intense. I grabbed it again so she could feel it. Her hand only tried to gently pull

away, but my strong hand placed it on my penis again. Guided by my instincts, she squeezed it.

This squeeze was probably a mixture of shyness, desire, and excitement. A woman's hand suddenly grasping a thick, hard man's

penis gave her a strong sense of exhilaration. Perhaps, as she squeezed,

a drop of fresh, tender vaginal fluid also seeped from her vaginal opening. Now she was completely aroused by me. I pushed her sideways body

towards me, and then, one hand began to slide more vigorously across her body, while my lips began to kiss her. She

was already excited and was now so cooperative with me. The feeling of kissing was so wonderful. Because I didn't have much

kissing experience, I just kept sucking on her tongue. This woman, who was so proper at work

, had been transformed into such a wanton woman. Just thinking about it made me incredibly happy. Her body writhed more and more intensely, and she began

to moan like a young woman I had been longing for. I squeezed my hand into her breasts and caressed her nipples. It turned out that her nipples were

a very important erogenous zone for her. Once I touched them, she became incredibly excited, and her moans became even more unrestrained. I pulled my mouth away from her

lips and began to kiss her neck, then buried my head in her breasts frantically. Her hands

were gripping my hair tightly, making my hair a complete mess. My hands didn't stop for a moment. My head was on

her chest, and my hands were on her genitals, attacking from both sides, making her moan. She let out bursts of long-lost pleasure. Coupled with the

thrill of the affair in her heart, and the fact that it was happening now, she must have been very wet down there. When I reached for her

pants , she eagerly raised her buttocks, making it easy for me to pull them off. Seeing her white panties, I leaned

down and, while kissing her, pulled off her wet panties. I wanted to kiss her soaking wet labia,

I wanted to devour her juices, and I was already feeling very aroused. Since it was our first real time making love, to

avoid embarrassing her, I covered us with the blanket and prepared to get down to work. When she realized I was going to use my mouth

on her genitals, she got so shy. She immediately pulled my head up with both hands and whispered, "

No, it's dirty, no." I lowered my head, and she pulled it up again, saying the same thing: "No, it's dirty, it's

dirty down there." There was nothing I could do; she was too shy, so I had to leave it for next time. I also took off all my clothes.

Then, she asked if I had brought a condom. I said no. She said, "Then go buy one now, quickly, buy one of those

Jissbon ones with double protection." I was a little reluctant, but I was in the middle of it all, and I couldn't help it; she'd never had a child.

Her husband always uses condoms. "Hurry up, go!" I was afraid she'd change her mind while I was leaving, and I might not find her when

I came back .

I quickly bought a box of condoms for 25 yuan. The saleswoman had seen me panting and in such a hurry, so I

didn't care anymore and just said I wanted to buy condoms. Then, I also bought a bottle of iced tea, finishing half of it on the way.

When I got back , oh my god, thank goodness, she was still there.

She was already dressed. Then, embarrassed, she buried herself in the blankets. Seeing this awkward scene…

I was struggling with how to begin. I thought for a moment, then used my old method: I offered to massage her back. She said,

"Okay." After a few moments, the atmosphere returned to normal. Once things were mostly settled, she unwrapped a condom

and handed it to me, saying, "Put it on yourself, I don't know how." I wondered if she was trying to help me, but

I put it on anyway. I stood on her stomach, wearing it, and she secretly glanced at my penis. Then,

I spread her legs, adopting a position as if about to penetrate, placing my penis at her entrance, just

gently touching it, as if trying to push in but not quite. This made her incredibly itchy, and she started moving her hips to

press down, only managing to push in about two centimeters. I secretly pulled back, making her even more unbearably itchy, her face showing

a . She pressed down frantically again, and this time I didn't pull back, but instead thrust

upwards. She let out an "Ah!" and then made a

rich expression of excitement, as if she had finally gotten it, breathed a sigh of relief, and was immediately filled by the thick, hard penis inside her. I slowly pushed it in, and then said

in a deep, breathy voice, "Put it in." She said, "Mmm," and hearing that sound, she seemed to be experiencing a blissful

urge. I inserted it all the way in, held it deeply for a second at the top, and then slowly pulled it all the way out

to the entrance, and then slowly went back in. After a few times, she seemed to experience a long-awaited sense of satisfaction. Then

I began the piston-like motion. Looking at the woman in front of me, her lust aroused...

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