Paoliang Cinema Live Record

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Men crave women's love; passion often sprouts unexpectedly, erupts rapidly, and after reaching its peak, mixed with thick semen and vaginal fluid, it gradually declines. Men grow weary, women become sensitive. Men lose their passion, women lose their wildness. Finally, with tongues already tasting the raw flavor, they continue searching for the next spark.

I haven't shared my stories on the forum for over a year, not because I haven't had any success, but simply because I've been bogged down in mundane matters, leaving no energy to properly savor the women around me. As the old saying goes, women are meant to be savored. A beautiful woman's every smile and gesture can captivate you, an unattractive woman's skin and figure might be exceptionally outstanding, a mature woman is understanding, considerate, skilled in bed, capable of internal ejaculation, and long-lasting, while a tender young woman's vagina is enough to keep you reliving the experience every night.

This woman shares the same surname as the Great Leader, and just because of that surname, I'm certain I can sleep with her. It's so easy to give her a nickname, let's call her Duoduo. Everyone knows that whenever we run out of things to talk about, I immediately call her "Duoduo," which immediately leads to the topic of "Do you have a lot of hair?" It's incredibly convenient; I don't need to rack my brains trying to please her vagina. I won't go into details.

My first encounter with her was through a phone call. I was idly searching for people nearby and found a WeChat account belonging to a bank offering comprehensive financial services, credit card applications, etc. Since I had this need, I added her on WeChat. There are subtle characteristics that reveal the social class of the person you're adding. She (I didn't know if it was her or his at the time) responded to my request slowly, we chatted briefly, and she seemed hesitant to ask for my phone number. This was enough to tell me that it was a personal account for business, or at least that she was taking her business seriously. This is actually very important; taking your WeChat account seriously means taking the contacts in your WeChat account seriously as well.

When I called, a slightly deep, soft, and charming voice answered. I initially thought it would be a smooth-talking, slick Northeastern guy, but this contrast immediately made me very polite. I've always been attracted to mature women in their 30s because they're charming, easy to get and easy to let go of, I can have sex with them, and I don't have high financial needs. This woman's voice perfectly matched my requirements.

Our first chat was mainly about business, and during that, I deliberately revealed some of my personal assets and age. Frankly, my qualities were attractive, and my voice was very pleasant. Afterwards, Duoduo confirmed to me that just hearing my voice made her feel aroused.

Once there was a first time, there was a second, and I began my offensive. A good woman can't resist a persistent wolf; I bombarded her with WeChat messages every day. Gradually, Duoduo went from rarely using WeChat to always having her phone in her hand. On the third morning, she said she wanted to see a movie, and I knew my chance had come. But I

couldn't rush things. I deliberately kept her waiting all morning before going to see her in the afternoon. There was a back entrance to the bank where she worked, and we agreed to meet there. On the way, she kept saying she was nervous, didn't know where to go, and said she'd listen to me no matter where I went. I said, "If you listen to me, something bad is about to happen. Think about it carefully." She played the goddess card, all smiles as she went to take a shower.

Upon meeting her, I found her to be a very elegant mature woman, dressed in a black uniform, black stockings, and black leather shoes. After all, she was a business manager at a major bank. Her breasts were full, and they jiggled when she walked. I could tell at a glance that her breasts were the soft kind. Those kinds of breasts are fun because with a big movement, they bounce and swing around.

Duo Duo's figure was average, with a big butt and slightly thick legs, but her skin was excellent. For the sake of her breasts, I tolerated it, but I already had thoughts of playing with big butts, big breasts, and tight pussy. According to Duo Duo, she was a native of Beijing, a true Beijinger since childhood, had experienced two demolitions, had one boyfriend, and had been married to her husband for five years. Her husband worked in IT and was still a virgin when they married.

This kind of woman was definitely sexually undeveloped. At this point, I was thinking entirely from a penis perspective; I just wanted to fuck this undeveloped, good pussy as hard as I could. Therefore, I had no other purpose than to sleep with her; nothing else mattered.

Once in the taxi, I tried to hold her hand, but she wouldn't let me. So I forcefully pulled her into my arms. A sweet fragrance filled the air, and her white breasts bounced in front of me. Seeing it was daytime and the taxi driver couldn't resist, I let her off the hook and didn't touch her breasts in the car.

When we arrived at the movie theater near her house, I randomly chose a movie and found a seat in the very back row, right on the edge. I was prepared to see if she would be open-minded and have sex with me right there in the theater, filling her up completely. Actually, I knew in my heart that was impossible; after all, she was a respectable woman, and at 34 years old, she was probably quite conservative.

In fact, Beijing girls are generally bold and straightforward, and relatively innocent. As long as you make them happy, you can do whatever you want with them, even scold them. They still retain some characteristics of girls from the past, and generally love spending money but aren't greedy. Here, I offer my blessings to the six Beijing girls who have appeared in my life before, and those who might appear in the future, hoping for more semen inside them.

After the movie started, she pretended to watch attentively, but I completely ignored the film, only looking at her breasts and her black-stockinged thighs. We held hands at the beginning, and after about ten minutes, I pulled her head to rest on my shoulder, and she obediently leaned in. I thought to myself, "Fuck you, you little slut, I'll have my cock down your throat and into your mouth within a few days." As

she leaned in, I took the opportunity to kiss the junction of her face and neck, kiss her ear, and suck her earlobe. This little routine only lasted a few seconds, and she went limp, almost sliding off her chair, letting out a very lewd moan. The couple sitting in front of us clearly heard it; I saw the man smile, and the woman went limp too. I thought to myself, "Damn, I even paved the way for you guys; this guy will probably get this slut next to him without much effort." I decided to focus on my own slut; I couldn't be greedy.

The rest went smoothly; I touched her pussy through her stockings, and she was already wet from her panties. He kept his mouth covered by hers, sucking her tongue. It was soft and slippery. He kept biting her tongue to prevent her from speaking or thinking, just letting her run away without resistance, her juices flowing freely.

He tried to tear her stockings, but she wouldn't let him. He tried to put his hand inside her panties, but she stopped him. So he first used his left hand to reach down her buttocks, along her cleft. At first, she didn't stop him, but when he got to her anus, she quickly clenched her buttocks and tried to block his hand. He quickly and forcefully touched her anus, and then, taking advantage of her resistance and the relaxation of her vaginal defenses, he thrust his right hand in, touching a large patch of pubic hair and a lot of fluid. He pressed her labia under his hand, his fingers stroking between her labia and clitoris. The fluid was plentiful and slippery. She was so scared she almost screamed, quickly standing up, her face flushed.

His mischievous side kicked in; he licked his right hand, tasting the juices of this slut with only two men's experience. So sweet! With my other hand, I pretended to smell her anus, but she quickly grabbed it to stop me.

At that moment, I knew she'd already given up her pants, and getting her was just a matter of days. I immediately pulled her into my arms, placed her on my lap, one hand kneading her breasts, the other touching her vulva.

It wasn't that I couldn't have sex now, or that we couldn't go to a hotel or find a dark corner for some wild sex, but everyone knows this is the stage wolves love most—the most confused, the most intense, the most thrilling.

Her vaginal fluid was trapped by her panties, preventing it from flowing down her legs. I was already satisfied, my penis throbbing, so I pressed her head down. She managed a few licks, but couldn't penetrate deeply; her throat was too shallow. She gagged a few times, so I let her go. Anyway, I was going to fuck both her holes, her vagina and mouth. There were a lot of people around today, right next to her house, so I wouldn't embarrass her.

A movie is short; by the time it ended, she was slumped in her seat. Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, her hair was disheveled, and one of her nipples was still sticking out. She couldn't close her legs and just lay there limply. I saw the light was about to come on, so I smiled, tucked the nipple back into her bra, and gave it a couple of squeezes. I whispered in her ear, "We're going to turn on the light soon, or someone we know might see us."

She woke up immediately, fixing her hair and clothes. Without a single complaint, this woman had been conquered by my hands and mouth. In this movie, the fact that I didn't fuck her was more of a conquest than the fact that I did. In her mind, I had already fucked her; it was just a matter of how I would portray her later—everyone knew.

After leaving the movie theater, she said she had to go home at seven, but she really wanted to hold me again. I thought to myself, "You slut, you're so wet, you want to be fucked. Don't pretend to be a virgin and say you want hugs and kisses." I thought to myself, "You're definitely going to the toilet soon, otherwise, the smell of your vaginal discharge will be unbearable for everyone around you." Sure enough, she said, "I need to go to the toilet, do you have any toilet paper?" I said, "No toilet paper, but I have hands, use them on my hands." She slapped me, her face turned red again, and she quickly ran to the toilet.

When I used to spy in toilets, some women didn't go to the toilet to pee, or only a little; it was the sticky, shiny, sticky vaginal fluid that they needed to clean. I often see women wiping their vaginal fluids with toilet paper, then going into the restroom to retrieve the paper soaked in their own fluids. The smell is truly indescribable, still carrying the warmth of a beautiful woman's body—no, the warmth of her vagina.

But with Duoduo, I didn't have many thoughts. I was just thinking about when and how to fuck this slut, how to give her anal sex, how to push my cock down her throat, how to make her gag, how to fuck her like a dog. After

watching a movie, knowing I was almost done, I should let her go home. I had to control the boundaries, otherwise, if she clung to me, that would be truly disgusting.

I originally planned to just leave, ask for directions to the subway, and then everyone would go home. But she insisted on taking me to the subway station, and even hugged me at the subway entrance. I thought to myself, this slut, she's already so dependent on me before even being fucked. How clueless and undeveloped is her husband? Her vagina must be very tight. After I've aroused her like this, once I dump her, her desires will definitely be awakened. Her husband will have no chance of keeping her; she'll be ridden and fucked by thousands.

We'll go home, chat, and reminisce about the movie. I'll be blunt: I want your vaginal fluid. I still smell your vagina on my hands. I want to lick your asshole, fuck you to death, bite you to death.

It's obvious to everyone that she's already gushing with juices, practically begging me to fuck her to death right now. But at that moment, I say, "Before you sleep with me, you can't sleep with your husband. This vaginal fluid is for me. If your husband fucks you, I won't feel this way."

She promises not to let her husband fuck her and will save all this fluid for me. At that moment, I think back to our first phone call, which was only three days ago. I'm reminded of the old saying, "The red apricot grows over the wall." If the red apricot grows beyond the wall, and someone picks that branch and sees the man outside, the woman will cheat. In today's society, given the chance, just one glance is enough for you to know this woman is yours, and she knows your penis will ejaculate inside her, and your hands will frantically grab every inch of her skin—nipples, anus, pubic hair, clitoris, labia.

It's all about feeling. So, as a predator, maintaining constant observation and attraction towards women is crucial. Never neglect your own self-discipline; only then can you consistently achieve unexpected success. Therefore, the so-called "unintentional success" is simply that opportunity favors the prepared.

Those familiar with me know that when I first meet a decent woman, I like to create a sense of force. The specific process is a few seconds: quick penetration, pressing against the wall, lifting her up and fucking her. The first minute is spent fucking her hard; afterwards, the vagina doesn't really mean anything to me anymore, it's just a container for semen. Unless this woman is very special to me, unless she has such a great body and vagina that my body remembers her—I've probably encountered five or six women like that. It's life experience that made me remember these bitches, not how many times I could fuck them and I'd never get tired of them. We're all men, we all understand.

Let's get back to Duoduo. I work in the CBD. After work, I browse forums and watch downloaded videos, which usually gets me aroused. Especially around noon, I like a quick, intense fuck to keep me excited and attractive all afternoon.

So, I invited Duoduo over for lunch. I booked a room so we could rest together before I took her home. If I'd asked this a couple of days ago, it definitely wouldn't have worked, but now, her pussy has already accepted my cock as its master, and when a man plays hard to get, women really don't know what to do. Duoduo didn't dare say anything, just that she'd be there soon and told me to wait and not worry.

I wasn't in a hurry. I ate some fruit, drank a can of Red Bull, went to the room, hid a phone in the shadows, adjusted the lens, and prepared to film how I fucked this slut.

The hotel was a great place because she had to ask which room I was in before she arrived, and she even had to knock on the door. Therefore, I didn't need to worry about where I put my phone or when I turned it on while secretly filming.

When she was almost there, she asked for my floor and room number, which I sent her. As soon as I heard the knock, I immediately turned on my phone's camera mode and opened the door.

As I requested, Duoduo was wearing very little underneath, with only a black coat on top. At that moment, all I could think about was her cunt, not its owner. I pulled her in, used her to block the door, locked it from the inside, and used my tongue to entwine hers, silencing her.

She shuddered, and I easily ripped off her coat, then used my right hand to tear off her black stockings. I lifted one of her legs, pulled down the stockings, and her white leg immediately sprang out. I lifted that leg, and my penis plunged directly into her hairy cunt. This was the peak of pleasure; my penis broke through her labia and vaginal opening, sending her soaring to the heavens.

I thrust relentlessly, lifting her body and turning her around to fuck her, giving her anus and face close-ups for the camera, especially from below her anus, showing how my penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina, how this third man's penis was ravaging her honeypot after her two failed experiences with men.

This couldn't last long, so I threw her to the ground, made her kneel facing the camera, and thrust into her from behind, pressing her anus with my little finger and thumb.

Only then did I see that her skin was really good, she did have a lot of hair, her anus was clean and pink, her labia were large and not dark at all, her flesh was soft and supple, and her breasts were covered by her clothes. I ripped off her clothes and took off her bra, and her breasts flew out.

I didn't stop fucking her the whole time. Later, watching the video, I saw her expression; her eyes were never open, she was covered in sweat, and tears were streaming down her face. Her mouth was constantly moaning. At this point, a woman is just a cunt; her social status has no value. She's just a cunt with its mouth open.

After a few hundred thrusts, I pounded her dozens of times, filling her vagina with my semen. I pulled out, turned her buttocks around, and let the camera record the image of thick semen flowing from her cunt.

The rest was meaningless. I could have sex with her whenever I wanted, or say I was on a business trip. I didn't need to reply to her messages; I just needed to call her when my penis needed it. Having five women like that around would be enough.

Later, she helped me with many transactions at her bank. Every time I saw her, it was like seeing that cunt with semen flowing from my video. The girls at her bank must have noticed that my relationship with her was unusual. I wonder if some slut who doesn't get along with her will try to seduce me to get revenge. I guess I'll just have to find another girl.

Actually, picking up good women is just a process like this. It's about finding someone suitable for you, someone suitable for your penis, someone suitable for your life. Let's not drag each other down. Let's just pursue what we like and wish for everyone to have a happy life. Since we have limited responsibilities to each other, let's not talk about being moved or having feelings for each other.

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