More than two hours later, a beautiful noblewoman with her hair styled in a high bun appeared.

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On my third night in Hangzhou, I lay alone on my hotel bed, watching TV idly, my mind racing with lust, hallucinations swirling in my head…
Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heels in the hallway, getting closer and closer. I lived on the top floor—could it be a beautiful woman living across the hall? On a whim, I stood up and peered through the peephole—a figure with her hair pulled back in a high bun, wearing a greyish-white trench coat, stood before me. She looked quite tall, around 1.68 meters. Then she opened the door, went inside, and closed it.
Back in bed, I couldn't concentrate on the TV at all. The image of that woman across the hall kept replaying in my mind:
her hair pulled back in a high bun, the greyish-white trench coat, her tall figure, and perhaps, a pretty face? Full breasts? A juicy vulva? My mind was racing, churning, making me dizzy with worry…
A complete stranger, I wondered if she was staying alone? Was she attractive, or just naturally charming? Did she already have plans? I had no idea… Just thinking wasn't enough; all my efforts were in vain if I didn't try… How could I win over this strange woman? And I wanted to get her tonight, preferably right now… After a fierce internal struggle, I decided to take the plunge! I got up
, tidied myself up, looked in the mirror, and was quite satisfied with myself. Then I picked up my phone, removed the battery, and put it back in backwards—note, this was my next excuse. Then I boldly opened my room door, walked to the other room, and knocked.
"Who is it?"—a soft, sweet female voice.
"Excuse me, I'm from the room across the hall. I'd like to ask you for a favor, is that alright?" I said.
The other person opened the door. A fragrant scent wafted in, and what made my heart flutter even more was that the other person was a stunningly beautiful woman, in her thirties, with fair skin, an oval face, and light makeup, exuding elegance and sophistication, with the air of a noblewoman. She was my type.
"It's like this, my phone is dead, and I urgently need to call a friend, but I didn't memorize the number. The number is on my SIM card. Could you do me a favor?" I looked pitiful, waving my phone, my sincerity beyond words. I looked at her, waiting for her reaction.
She smiled slightly, "Sure, just a moment." Then I turned to get my phone.
A surge of excitement welled up inside me. I took a step from outside the door to inside, but didn't go in; I just stood inside.
Little wolves, this is a trick, and I won't go into the details now. You'll figure it out later.
"I'm really sorry to bother you so late. It's all my fault for being careless and forgetting my phone charger..." I rambled on, saying polite things, while observing the state of her bathroom: only one of the two towels was used, the other was hanging neatly, and only one bath towel was used. From this, I was certain that she was currently the only one staying in the room.
"It's okay, I go to bed late. It's only a little past 7." She was quite easygoing.
"What time do you usually go to bed?" I asked. This seemingly casual question actually had many implications. If she went to bed early, it meant she was usually very tired from work and life, and very disciplined, with little nightlife. If she went to bed late, it meant her daytime life wasn't very tiring, and she had nothing to do at night, so there were often opportunities to take advantage of her.
"Not always, usually until after 11 pm," she replied.
After using her phone, I called my other phone, which was switched off, deliberately letting him hear that it was off.
And so, we started chatting. I didn't intend to leave, and she didn't try to make me leave either.
Later, I learned that she was a finance manager at a company, and her husband was a government official. She was here for a meeting, which was long but short on content; basically, her company had arranged for her to come on vacation. These past few days, she'd already explored most of the nearby tourist attractions and shopping malls, buying quite a few things... Before we knew it, it was past 9 pm. We were chatting quite enthusiastically, from work to business trips, to travel, to shopping, to major brands, to corporate secrets, and finally, to celebrity scandals and anecdotes... "These days, I don't know why, there are so many scandals involving celebrities. It seems like without scandals, they're not famous..." she said.
"They'll do anything to become famous. Making money is the only hard truth; they've broken free from traditional constraints..." I replied.
"Speaking of celebrities, I suddenly realized you're a lot like that xxx, a celebrity I really like..." she seemed to be hinting at. A surge of secret joy welled up inside me.
"Really? Do I really look like him? I'm not as lucky as him..." I probed.
"Men never tell the truth, you're lying," she said.
"I wish I could, but I'm afraid it would affect my family and my work, so I'm very self-disciplined." I was implying that if it didn't affect my family and work, then I wouldn't need to be self-disciplined.
"Looks like you're a good man, haha." She laughed, a beautiful laugh. And there was a very subtle movement—she shifted her body slightly to the side.
I didn't care about that and took the opportunity to sit down next to her. About two fists' distance away.
Then I watched her reaction.
Just as I expected, she quickly shifted to the side again, but the distance was very small.
This indicated that she was wary, but not completely averse to it.
"Someone as beautiful as you must have plenty of suitors!" I turned to her, deliberately looking at her as I asked.
"I was alright when I was young, but now that I'm older, who would want me?" She sighed. Women do age quickly after 30, but she was very well-maintained, and with a good foundation, she still had a certain charm.
"You're still so beautiful now; when you were young, you must have been the kind of woman whose smile could topple cities..." I flattered her relentlessly. Of course, she was indeed very attractive.
"Do you have any photos of yourself when you were young? Let me see." I continued to look for an opportunity.
"I think I have some on my phone; let me see," she said. Flattery never fails. Especially with women. She took out her phone and started looking for photos. I took the opportunity to move closer to her, leaning in very close.
This time she didn't refuse, nor did she move away again. The faint fragrance emanating from her body made me feel dizzy, and my lust grew even stronger. I could clearly feel a change in her breathing.
On one hand, there were sweet words and flattery; on the other, there was physical contact (even through clothing, we could feel each other's rhythmic breathing). Fellow wolves, if you're not bold enough at this point, you're a coward. You have to take the risk.
I tried to put my arm around her waist, move closer, and press against her. She was startled, pulled her hand away, and stood up: "No, this isn't right—" she said shyly.
Fellow wolves, I'm not trying to keep you in suspense or whet your appetite; this is exactly what happened. A respectable woman is different from those sluts. She won't just give you a hug and then throw in a passionate kiss. A respectable woman is a respectable woman; she has her own charm.
"You're so beautiful, I'm having trouble controlling myself—" I continued with sweet talk, trying to seduce her.
Seeing that she didn't immediately get angry and kick me out, I knew there was still a chance.
So I followed her, hugged her from behind, and pressed my crotch tightly against her buttocks. Any experienced wolf knows that mature women generally can't resist this. She tried to break free, but I held her tightly, my arms around her lower abdomen, without touching her breasts or her pubic area.
I wanted to give her a temporary sense of security.
She struggled a few times, but seeing she couldn't break free, she stopped moving and turned to me, saying, "Let go, this isn't good. What if someone comes in?"
"Then I'll close the door." — Haha, my fellow wolves, please note: if the other person uses similar language to remind you that it's unsafe, that they're afraid of this or that, it means they've already tacitly agreed. But you still need to be careful to ensure her safety.
After locking the door, she seemed relieved. She hugged me tightly and kissed me. Her lips were exceptionally sexy, and her tongue was very active. We licked each other, kissed, stirred, and teased each other. My hands roamed over her pert buttocks, caressing them. Even through her clothes, the effect was unmistakable. She gasped softly, her breathing heavy, and her body trembled occasionally.
Our tongues intertwined, we embraced tightly, caressing each other. I could clearly sense that she was aroused. Her noble and dignified face had become filled with desire, her eyes gently closed, her expression hazy, wanton, and satisfied… giving me immense stimulation. My hands slipped inside her clothes, roaming over her buttocks and inner thighs. Her flesh was exceptionally soft, tender, and smooth, like that of a newborn baby—the feel was wonderful, incredibly stimulating.
"Oh, oh, oh, um, I can't take it anymore, it's so exciting..." she gasped.
I intensified my assault, unbuttoning her clothes and letting her pants fall naturally... leaving only her sexy panties and fair thighs. Her vagina was already overflowing, because my hand could feel the wetness through her panties. Her hands also began to move, first caressing my back, waist, then my buttocks, and my enormous member...
"How can it be so big—" she said dreamily.
"Isn't being big a bad thing?" I said with a mischievous smile.
"You're so naughty—" she clung tightly to my chest like a little girl, acting coquettishly.
My hand intensified its assault, slipping inside her panties from the edge, gently caressing her sensitive area with my middle finger, tracing the small crevice, wandering, wandering, until it reached that little fleshy mound—a woman's G-spot—"Mmm—oh—a little gentler—" she couldn't take it anymore and began to moan.
I didn't care about that, and worked even harder, my middle finger tracing arcs on her G-spot, faster and faster, occasionally teasing her opening to gauge the flow of fluid! She was very wet, and very smooth.
Her expression became even more dazed: her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing was heavy, her mouth slightly open and closed, occasionally moaning, "Oh, oh, oh—mmm—mmm, so itchy, so stimulating—" Seeing that the time was right, I pressed her shoulders down—wanting her to squat down and let me suck my penis. But she struggled desperately, refusing to squat down.
"No, I don't like it, I've never..." she said.
Still a virgin, no wonder she looked so noble.
I didn't care about anything else, pinned her against the wall, standing face to face, pulled down her panties, lifted one of her legs with one hand, and then whispered in her ear, teasing her: "Want to (let me fuck you)? If you want to, take it and put it in."
As I spoke, I rubbed my penis against her vulva.
This seemingly noble woman was now aroused, and she deftly grabbed my penis and guided it towards her "water curtain cave." I thrust my hips forward—plop—ah—with a groan from her, my thick penis slid all the way into her hole. Instantly, I felt my big stick being enveloped by a warm, moist, comfortable, and pleasurable sensation!
I didn't rush to thrust, but instead swayed my hips from side to side, letting my big stick explore her hole, tracing arcs. This move made her pant even more, and she suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist: "You're bad—you're bad—come on—" Then she actively lifted her hips and began to thrust.
Fellow wolves, let me share some experience. At this point, inexperienced wolves will definitely go with the flow, thrusting hard, clack clack—thump thump thump—for a three-minute burst of pleasure, then give up—leaving with a moment of euphoria followed by a bellyful of regret. Looking at the beauty, I wasn't satisfied with just playing around, but I lacked the skill. So I picked up my gun and went for another round... At this point, one must maintain a balance, making the other person's desire swell while ensuring that one's "golden spear" doesn't fall down, becoming more and more vigorous with each battle, making the other person want a second time after the first!
I continued to use my big stick to draw inside her honey hole, rubbing and probing from side to side, exploring, only making small movements, not making strong thrusts, just teasing her passion, not satisfying her sexual desire.
"Ah...ah...ah...um—oh ah..." She had already abandoned the dignity and airs of a noblewoman, and began to moan comfortably.
"I want...come on...ah...ah...ah...it's so itchy...come on...I want it..." She twisted her waist, moaning lustfully.
"You want it? What do you want?" I deliberately teased her.
"Mmm—you're so naughty—ah…ah…I want it, move faster…it's so itchy…" she moaned, her lips pressing against my neck, kissing me passionately.
I enjoyed the lady's sweet kiss while feeling my large penis enveloped by her warm, moist vagina. It was a warm, slippery vagina, with fleshy walls everywhere, elastic all over, and occasionally small streams would flow out of the opening, making soft, squelching sounds.
"Then tell me, what do you want? I'll give it to you…" I said with a mischievous smile.
"Ah…ah…I want your big penis…it's so itchy…" she kissed my earlobe, making me feel so stimulated and excited.
"Then shall I use my big cock to fuck you?"
"Mmm, okay, hurry up and fuck me... ah... ah... hurry up..." "Where will you use your big cock?"
"Mmm... mmm... you're bad, fuck my little pussy... ah... it's so itchy, hurry up..." "Okay, I'll use my big cock to fuck your little cunt..."
Seeing that the time was right, I took the opportunity to lift her up to the dressing mirror, and then let her face the mirror. I hugged her waist from behind. Fellow wolves, at this moment, she was only naked from the waist down; I hadn't taken off her clothes. Why? It's not that I forgot to mention, it's that I really hadn't taken them off. Because I wanted her to completely drop her ladylike airs and dignity in front of me, and completely submit to me. Moreover, what kind of feeling is it to see a wealthy woman with her hair piled high and dressed in expensive clothes, her pink buttocks raised, being violently penetrated, brutally fucked, and played with by you in the mirror? What kind of enjoyment is that?
If playing with a woman is done with her clothes off, the lights off, and it's pitch black and you can't see anything, then it's all the same no matter how you play with her, all kinds of women are pretty much the same. There's only temporary satisfaction and release, not so much psychological satisfaction and beautiful memories.
Okay, enough nonsense.
I slapped my big cock against her pink buttocks a few times, deliberately not actively penetrating her.
"Ah...ah...you're bad, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, I want your big cock..." She was impatient, grabbing my big cock with one hand, quickly finding her honey hole, and then, aiming at her entrance, pulling my big cock in.
I didn't keep her in suspense any longer, supporting her waist with both hands, and with a thrust, my big cock was fully inserted, watching as a stream of honey-like fluid flowed from her honey hole. Then, I did what many wolves are very familiar with, slapping her buttocks...
"Ah...ah...ah...uh...uh..." she cried out joyfully, moaning.
"Does it feel good to be fucked like this?"
"Ah...ah...mmm...so good...so good...don't stop, keep going..." While thrusting in and out, I played around with different positions, sometimes three shallow thrusts followed by one deep, sometimes one shallow thrust followed by three deep, and sometimes pausing to draw circles in her honey pot with my penis...
"Ah...so good...I like it when you thrust like this...faster, ah...ah...again..." She cried out joyfully, moaning comfortably.
After about a hundred thrusts, I deliberately played a trick, reaching out and grabbing her hair, making her lift her head to look at our reflection in the mirror. It seemed to be the first time she had done this; I could clearly feel her vagina tighten and contract, and a stream of fluid enveloped my penis as it came out.
"Ah...ah...I'm dying...dying...mmm...ooh...ah..." She had actually come so quickly.
Then she lost her balance, and I quickly caught her and threw her onto the bed. Then I pressed down on top of her, adopting a traditional Chinese position, and penetrated her.
She was exhausted, but asked,
"How does it feel?" I looked into her eyes and asked.
"You're so naughty, so amazing..." she said shyly with a smile.
"Let's rest for a bit, then do it again?" I said.
"Um, I'm so tired, you've killed me, yours is so big..." she seemed incoherent.
"Okay, then let's rest for a bit, and I'll make you feel like you're dying again later, okay?" "Okay," she said, reaching out to hug my back.
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