[A Practical Guide to Seducing Respectable Women]

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A Practical Guide to Raping Decent Women
I'm a bit of a pervert, but definitely not the kind of lecherous wolf with boundless audacity. As the saying goes, a man who isn't a rogue isn't developing
normally. Hehe, my writing isn't very good, so consider this just a diary entry.
A few years ago, I often visited a friend's workplace. It was a branch of China Unicom, a privately
contracted business, so it was quite relaxed. I was quite unrestrained there. One afternoon, I went to my friend's again
, hoping to freeload lunch. Just before closing time, a woman came in to pay her phone bill. She arrived on an electric scooter,
wearing a helmet, so I couldn't see her face clearly (because of the helmet). She was wearing a dark-colored business suit,
about 1.65 meters tall, slender, and the suit looked very good on her. She spoke with a Northeastern accent,
mixed with some local dialect (I'm from Shandong). I really liked that accent, so I paid special attention to her every move
. Because I was sitting in the lobby and she was facing the counter paying her bill, I could only see her back. While she
was talking to the cashier, I leered at her waist and buttocks, haha, my mind constantly
imagining her body.
After paying her bill, she left. I watched her ride away on her electric scooter, still savoring the moment, haha, my mind
was filled with all sorts of random thoughts. I'm 29 this year, married for several years, and my wife treats me very well. But
I can't control myself and always want to cheat. Of course, I've had many affairs with this woman before—
online, near my workplace, in karaoke rooms, saunas, haha, to be honest, I've lost count.
Karaoke rooms and saunas are like prostitutes, best left unmentioned; it's a standard monetary transaction. As for online and those near my workplace,
I'll talk about them another time, haha, I've successfully hooked up with several, but I have a problem: once I get them, I want to
dump them. I wonder if anyone else feels the same way.
Back to this woman, she looks about my age, definitely divorced, which I like—
no worries about the future, because I almost got hurt in this area before. (I'll talk about that another time).
After she walked away, I asked my friend to find out the phone number she used to pay her bill (this
was too easy). The phone bill showed the owner was a man, definitely her husband. I had to write down the number.
I'll find a chance to talk to her later, haha.
No sooner said than done, I called that afternoon, having already prepared an excuse: I'd dialed the wrong number and wanted to find a chance to talk
. See if I could get through. Beep beep beep beep, damn it, no one answered. My enthusiasm faded just like that
. Oh well. Looks like we're not meant to be. Time to get back to what I was doing. About an hour later, I'd almost forgotten about it when suddenly
the phone rang. I looked at it—her number! I was completely at a loss. Should I answer or not? My mind was
racing, but the phone was ringing. I answered, and a familiar voice came from the other end. I was excited. She said, "Hello, who is this?
You called me?" I pretended to be confused: "Who is this? I didn't call. Who are you looking for?" She said, "There was a missed
call from your number. I didn't hear it, so I didn't answer. Who are you?" (I thought it
was an acquaintance teasing her.) I said, "Oh, is that so? I was calling a friend and dialed the wrong number. Sorry."
(I was still playing the gentleman.) She said, "Oh, is that so?" I quickly replied, "I'm so sorry, it's
fate. It's nice to meet you. I wonder where you're from?" (She hesitated and didn't say where she was from, but later mentioned the city
. Haha, she thought I was from out of town, so I pretended to be innocent.) I said, "What a coincidence! Me too! Where do you
work? It's really fate!" (Because she spoke Mandarin, I also spoke broken Mandarin on the phone
, and she really didn't know where I was from, haha.) In the end, she didn't say which company she worked for,
or even her last name, and the call ended like that. Actually, I already felt that something was going to happen, so
I struck while the iron was hot and immediately sent a text message. The gist of it was that it was fate that we met, and I was very happy. I didn't say much nonsense, and
a text message came back a little while later, saying that it was fate that we met, and that we could chat again sometime. When I saw her, I
was overjoyed. She was almost certainly in my grasp. In the days that followed, I couldn't sit idle. I called
her constantly, chatting about everything under the sun. I learned about her workplace and her real name (I'll call her Hong from now on, because
the last character of her name is Hong). Gradually, we became very close, talking about everything. She called me "Big Brother," and we agreed to meet
soon. We hit it off immediately, but my initial intention was to pursue her. Who knew
what she was thinking? The meeting time arrived. I had already found a place—a small private room
(hehe, the city is too small; I was afraid of running into acquaintances). Seeing that it was almost time, I drove my beat-up car to her workplace
to wait. Her workplace was a medium-sized garment factory, a fairly well-known brand. She
worked in the finance department, doing bookkeeping and similar tasks.
When I arrived at her workplace, I was still very nervous because I hadn't seen her face yet. I'd only seen her briefly before
, and my impression of her was rather vague. I had already decided that if she wasn't good-looking enough, I'd find an excuse to say goodbye.
Finally, it was time to leave work, and the female factory workers were leaving in batches. Why hadn't my dream girl come out yet? I was
dizzy, anxious, and confused. Fewer and fewer people were around, so I sent her a text message telling her I'd arrived at the gate early. At that moment, I thought
she might not show up. Sigh, it might be a missed opportunity. Then I continued to observe the situation through the rearview mirror of my car.
I noticed a woman walking towards my car. She was still wearing that business suit (everyone in the factory office wears this, while
those working in the workshops wear something else; she's probably a white-collar worker, haha). She was slender, carrying a bag, and had
a shy smile on her face. I was pretty sure it was her. As she got into the car, I
opened the front door for her from inside, but she opened the back door herself, smiled shyly at me, and said, "Hello." I was actually
quite flustered at that moment, and just casually replied, "Hello, get in." She got into the back seat, smiled shyly again, and didn't say anything.
I didn't know what to say either, so I said, "You're off work? It's nice to see you." She still didn't say anything, just smiled again,
which I guess was her answer.
Now, let me describe her appearance. I mentioned her height earlier. Around 1.65 meters. She had a ponytail, and her face...
I really don't know how to describe it, but she
looked a bit like the actress who played Guo Jing in the new version of The Return of the Condor Heroes (Liu Yifei version). Pretty much the same. Those who have seen the TV series can imagine it for themselves. Anyway, she looked great, and I'm very satisfied, hehe (like a test).
(Same type) A well-defined bust is a feature, though I haven't seen it yet; I can only guess its
shape through her clothes. It's exactly the kind of car I like. Let's go eat. I forgot what we talked about on the way. At the hotel, I ordered some of her
favorite dishes, and we chatted while eating—about family, career, the past, and children. She already has a two-
year-old. She's 27 this year, two years younger than me. We became more and more relaxed as we talked, and she even complimented me. I forgot to
mention myself: I'm 29, 1.82 meters tall, slim, 172 pounds, wear glasses, have a parted hairstyle,
and my job is decent. I even told her the truth about my workplace. It wasn't easy to lie,
so I just gave her the real information. Unexpectedly, her cousin turned out to be one of my colleagues! What a coincidence! And it was a close call.
Luckily, I didn't lie to her, or I would have been exposed.
Time flew by. After a satisfying meal, we grew closer through our conversation (at least that's how I felt).
But I hadn't found a chance to make things official. It seemed her desires were different from mine. I just wanted to play around with her,
while she seemed quite naive, only wanting to be a female friend I could talk to, without any other ulterior motives
. When I saw her off, out of malice, I suggested we shake hands, haha (I really had ulterior motives). Her delicate hand
reached out, and I grasped it (it was smooth and a little cool). She quickly pulled her hand away, giving me a shy
smile.
I smiled foolishly too and said goodbye.
That was our first meeting. It felt great, and I vowed to sleep with her. We kept in constant phone contact
. The most interesting thing was that she now called me "cousin," haha, of course, because her real cousin is my colleague
, so I benefited from that. However, I've always felt that the term "cousin" has a deeper meaning, just like
how we men call our female friends "cousin," which is also my motivation to continue communicating with her. Naturally, I also
started calling her "cousin" in return.
This constant calling her "cousin" deepened our friendship considerably, and we talked about everything. Actually, I was anxious inside, but
outwardly I wasn't. During this time, I learned about her relationship with her husband and their trivial matters. It seemed they
weren't getting along well, and she had many complaints about her husband. Haha, this was my opportunity! It really suited
the saying, "Flies don't land on eggs without cracks." Whenever she was dissatisfied with her husband, I naturally sided with her
and echoed her dissatisfaction with him.
One day, I was taking a nap at home when I suddenly received a text message from her inviting me out. (Damn, this girl
finally betrayed me, haha, well, I'll be a gentleman and not hold back.) I quickly called back and asked where we should meet. (A date
.) I learned over the phone that we should meet at a park near her house. (Damn, she's really bold, isn't
she afraid of being seen? I'm afraid, though.) Whatever, I'll just go and see.
I drove my beat-up car and arrived at the agreed-upon spot in no time. She hadn't arrived yet, so I waited.
(I even washed myself and brushed my teeth before coming.) A little while later, she arrived, but I was disappointed. She did
come, but she also brought a small tricycle with her son. Damn. I cursed inwardly,
what's the meaning of this? Why bring this little third wheel? My heart sank. It seemed like I had no chance today. But I also tried
to find an excuse for myself, maybe this was just a cover. Sigh, let her be. We chatted idly, and
thankfully it was winter, so the park wasn't crowded. I felt a bit more relaxed (because the city is small, I was afraid of running into
acquaintances). Her child was quite amusing, and I tried to play with him too. The child enjoyed playing with me, and Hong was very happy,
praising me for being so good with children. Hehe, I accepted it all with a smile (this is one of my tactics). After playing for a while, I
realized I had no chance to make a move today, and my desire to leave grew stronger. I made an excuse and left first.
Time flies, and it's the New Year. During this time, we were both busy, only exchanging New Year's greetings via text message
(she sent many of the messages first). Because we both have families, I didn't have the heart to pay attention to her. The New Year passed
uneventfully, and soon I was back to work, following the same routine.
It snowed today, a moderate snowfall. I love snow (although the snowstorm in the south was severe, we
still got this long-awaited snow). It's afternoon now, and the snow outside shows no sign of stopping. I wonder what she
's doing. Wouldn't it be wonderful to ask her to come out and see the snow? It's been a while since I've seen her. Thinking this, I picked up my phone and sent a text message. It went
smoothly; she agreed. Hehe, I did it right away, driving my beat-up car. I picked her up easily at her workplace
. She was still in the back seat, still smiling shyly. I love that kind of smile (I really want to kiss her). We were very
happy to meet, exchanging blessings and greetings. We carefully drove to a reservoir on the outskirts of the city. The
scenery was truly enchanting; snowflakes were falling heavily, and there was hardly anyone else around. Everything was covered in a blanket of white. We stopped the car, and I
naturally sat in the back seat (she didn't look at me). Of course, there was still space between us. She was
silent, with the window open, quietly watching the snowflakes outside. Perhaps she was also moved by the scene. I
followed her gaze, also quietly watching. Neither of us spoke. The snow continued to fall softly, and the car was quiet
. My thoughts returned to reality, but I really didn't want to speak, afraid of disturbing the tranquility.
Seeing her turn her head to look out the window, it was so beautiful—beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I really wanted to kiss her,
but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I took out my phone and sent her a text message—just four words. A few
seconds later, her phone rang, and my heart leaped into my throat. I was so excited, watching her check
the message on her phone. In that instant, I saw her body tremble slightly, and she gave a shy smile—a smile she gave while turning
her head to look out the window. I felt it; she smiled. (Those who have read this far, feel free to discuss
her inner thoughts behind that smile.)
I was overjoyed. Was my dream about to come true today? Unfortunately, I came in such a rush and hadn't prepared properly. She
remained silent, still facing the window. I guessed her heart wasn't at peace either. I couldn't just stand there like an idiot
. I had to move. My right hand gently rested on her right shoulder—really gently, as if afraid she'd notice
. Actually, only the dead don't notice. I clearly felt her tremble slightly, but she seemed oblivious
. Heh, I guess her mind was racing right now. She didn't object, and I was
overjoyed. Hehehehe, today I finally got her! I used my right hand to pull her closer to me.
Unexpectedly, she resisted. I went all in and pulled her into my arms. A woman's strength is no
match for a man's. She cried out, "Cousin, what are you doing?" Damn, I thought to myself, "Does that even
need asking?" I replied, "Cousin, I want to kiss you. No, no, like this, cousin, let me go!
We shouldn't do this!" She struggled violently. I looked down and sighed; it seemed she really didn't want me to kiss her today. Actually,
I'm not the kind of person who forces things. I thought, "Forget it, let's take it slow." I let go. "
Why are you doing this? Don't you know this will ruin your image in my eyes, cousin?" (
Damn, what's going on? My intention was to sleep with you, but I didn't expect you to still think I'm innocent. Damn!)
I pretended to be ashamed and said, "Hong, I just wanted to kiss you. After knowing each other for so long, can't you even grant me this small request
?" She said, "Cousin, we shouldn't do this. I'll never be able to face you again, really."
(Damn, is it really that bad? Did I misjudge you back then? Are you really that naive? Do you really think our relationship
is just pure friendship? Damn, why do I always run into these kinds of things? Are you trying to have your cake and eat it too?)
I don't remember what I said after that, but I really started to doubt my own judgment. I even despised
my own actions. What was I doing? All I knew was to go for it! Would I die if I didn't? Turns out, there's
friendship between men and women besides love. Sigh...
After that blow, I've become less proactive than before, rarely contacting her. Maybe I feel
unworthy of her; I'm evil, and she's perfect. It's been almost a month since we lost
contact, and I'm slowly forgetting her. (
Do you believe in pure friendship, pure friendship between men and women, or even pure friendship between married men and women? I don't, and I can't do it. The key is, I'm not
that kind of person. Maybe some of you can, but I absolutely can't.)
Once, at a drinking party, I'd almost finished a small bottle of liquor, around 7:30 pm. My phone suddenly got a text
message. These days there are so many spam messages, I didn't pay attention, didn't even look at it, and continued drinking. Another
text message came. Let's see, two messages. The first one was from her, the second one was from her. (Wow, what does this mean? Everyone, please judge.) I was secretly pleased, thinking, "Damn, this girl is
finally unreliable, she misses her cousin." I didn't reply immediately, I'd reply later. Actually, it wasn't long before I
couldn't even rely on myself anymore, so I left the room to call back. Actually, by then I was already quite drunk, my speech was slurred. Her long-lost voice came through the phone
, still so sweet: "Cousin, I miss you! Why don't you call your cousin
?" (We used to joke like this all the time, I was used to it.) I stammered and said a lot
. The gist was that I missed her too, but I'd been busy lately. I learned on the phone that she'd changed jobs and
was now working at a specialty store (because the factory makes clothes, and large garment factories all have their own brand
stores). I finally said, "I'll come find you, let's talk." (I'm sorry now, I didn't really have good intentions.) I
hurriedly ended my drinking session and went there, slightly drunk. There weren't many people in the store, but her colleagues were there, and I felt embarrassed
to go in with a red face and a thud, it would ruin my image. I called her and asked her to come out. She didn't answer, but she
came out of the store and saw me, casually beckoning me in. I didn't want to go in, but then I thought, if she's not
afraid, why should I be? So I went in. I went inside, pretending to look at clothes, touching and looking at this and that. Her
colleagues were all staring at me, no wonder, my face must have been terribly red. She walked around with me, as if recommending
clothes. I really regretted coming in, I felt like a fool. After a while, several groups of customers came into the store, and
I made an excuse to leave. I was still upset, I couldn't leave empty-handed. I called her again from my car. I told her I
was waiting for her in the car, and she told me to go first. I said no, you have to come out. She said okay, it's almost time to get off work, I'll come
out after I get off work. A few minutes later, I saw her come out. She looked exceptionally beautiful under the lights. My lust was aroused. I opened the front door
and gestured for her to get in. She just leaned into the car and said, "You're drunk, take your time going home." I said, "I
have something to tell you, come closer." After hearing this, she leaned even closer, and I grabbed her neck
and kissed her cheek. She tried to struggle, but I was too strong, and she had no chance. She
lay back in the car. Hehe, we kissed for about seven or eight seconds, from her face to her ear, then I tried to kiss her lips, but
unfortunately, her head was shaking, and the position was too awkward. Seeing how much she struggled, I let go, and she
went back to the shop without looking back. I was still savoring her scent and the smoothness of her face. Hehe, it
was so wonderful. I managed to kiss her, even if the scene wasn't very pleasant. Okay, tonight wasn't a wasted trip. After
sitting for a while, I called her again. Honestly, I didn't know what to say. At first
, she didn't answer, so I kept calling. She answered first, no longer calling me "cousin," and said, "How can you be so disrespectful to me?"
I pretended to be clueless and replied, "How am I disrespectful? I like you, of course I want to kiss you. Is kissing you wrong?"
(I was ready to throw caution to the wind, I was determined to get what I wanted, whatever, I'd make things clear tonight.)
She didn't respond, and I chuckled inwardly. After a while, she said, "You just don't respect me. The streetlights were so bright outside
, and so many people were passing by. Everyone saw you doing that. Do you think you respect me?" (Hearing this
, I laughed. Oh, so that's it. She doesn't blame me for kissing her, she blames me for kissing her in public. Hehe, this is going to
be interesting.) I replied, "Then next time, find a secluded place to kiss me." Hehe. There was silence on the other end. Hehe, it seems
she really can't do anything about me. After a while, she continued, "My husband came to pick me up earlier, didn't you see?
You were still in the shop then." (Upon hearing this, I thought, "Oh no, thank goodness I didn't run into him, I'm outta here!") I quickly said goodbye and ran away.
A few days ago, I was bored and called her several times, but she didn't answer. To be honest,
I'm tired of this marathon; it's dragging on without a result. I'm already frustrated, and now she won't even answer my calls. She's
really asking for it. I sent her a text message: "Why aren't you answering my calls? I'm sending
you this text. If you don't reply, then goodbye, although I don't want to say goodbye..."
A moment later, she replied: "If you want to say goodbye, then goodbye. Anyway, this is what you've been wanting to say all along..."
I read the text message and thought, "Damn, they've passed the buck to me, haha." But judging from the content, it seemed she didn't want
to see me again. Damn, I'll definitely fuck you when I get the chance. I immediately replied: "I really, really want to see you.
You're the one who wants to say goodbye..."
About half a minute later, the phone rang. It was her calling. She said, "
Okay, okay, don't be angry. I was just teasing you. I'm just really busy with work. Don't be angry, you're a grown man." Haha...
I thought, "Not bad, there's a chance, there really is a chance." So I used this as an excuse to back down. I said, "When are you
free? Let's go out and have some fun. We haven't sat down alone in ages.
" She said, "I've been really busy with work lately. I'll definitely call you when I have time, okay?"
I said, "Okay, then I'll wait for your call." (My tone was angry and disappointed; she could definitely tell.)
The phone hung up.
On Friday afternoon (this week), I called her to invite her to dinner that evening. She said it was her dad's
birthday that night and she really didn't have time. Hearing that, I thought, "Her dad's birthday is a big deal; I can't force her because of my own affair
," so I just wished her dad a long and healthy life. She thanked me profusely; I could tell she was genuinely happy
I'd said that. Later, as we chatted, she suddenly mentioned she had work tomorrow. I thought, "Wow, you finally have time!"
and quickly said, "Then let's go out and have some fun tomorrow." She said, "We'll see, maybe not." Then she asked me where we should go.
My mind raced, and I quickly said, "Let's go to the beach!" She thought for a moment and said, "I might not be able to go; let's
talk about it tomorrow, okay?" I said, "Okay." Before hanging up, I wished her dad a long and happy birthday. (This might be for real, hehe
.)
After hanging up, I thought it was almost certainly going to work out. I prepared myself, asked for leave, and planned to lie to my family.
(I won't go into details.)
My city isn't by the sea; to see the ocean, I had to go to another city, about an hour and a half drive
, not too far, only about a hundred kilometers. Hehe. I showered and changed clothes that evening, mainly my underwear. (Hehe,
I needed to be clean; women love Saturdays.) I left early the next morning. I called first, and she said she could
come today. I said, "Then I'll pick you up near your house." She said, "No need, I'll wait for you at this place, probably
in an hour." Seeing that it wasn't quite eight o'clock, I said, "Then nine o'clock, see you then."
I drove my beat-up car straight to the pharmacy. You must be wondering why I went to the pharmacy. Hehe, I
went to buy medicine—medicine for an errand, hehe. It's because I'm not good at sex. To be honest, I'm just
an ordinary person, nothing special in bed, just average. But when my wife and I are intimate, we usually reach orgasm
. I usually don't want to do it again after one ejaculation. I bought the pills just to prolong intercourse and improve my sexual ability
, afraid that I'll ejaculate too quickly due to excitement and nervousness. After buying the pills, I also bought a box of condoms. The ultra-thin kind.
It's still early, I'll go to the agreed-upon place and wait, hehe. So beautiful. But then again, I might not even
be able to get her today, I'll just have to wait and see. Hehe. Fate .
Bus . The bus stopped and started again, one after another. It's almost time, why hasn't it arrived yet? No rush. Hehe.
Keep waiting. Let me tell you about the weather here. It's absolutely gorgeous today! Sunny, few clouds, and
not much wind. The temperature has noticeably risen. Thank goodness, I've got the perfect timing. Hehe.
Here she is, she got off the bus. Wow, she's dressed beautifully today, probably to show me some respect. Hehe
. Let me tell you about her outfit. A head-to-toe blue denim outfit, and to be clear, a denim skirt underneath, and flesh-
colored tights. The denim jacket she wore was the petite kind, the kind that wasn't buttoned up. Underneath, she wore a tight-fitting
pink cotton top that accentuated her prominent bust. To be honest, her bust wasn't big or small, just
average. She wore brown knee-high boots. Her skirt reached her knees, and her flesh-colored stockings complemented her
legs beautifully, making me quite the fantasist. She carried a small bag, and her hairstyle was the same as before, tied in a braid
. She smiled at me as soon as she got out of the car, seemingly a little shy, but still sat in the back when we got back in.
We drove off, heading towards the sea. All the way... I was cheerful and kept praising her for being sexy (I'm quite
bold, even using the word "sexy"). She just smiled shyly and said I was talking nonsense. Halfway through the drive, I asked her to sit in the front.
She hesitated for a while, but I insisted. While driving, I kept glancing at her legs (I
love looking at legs in stockings). I deliberately took her hand; she struggled for a moment, but because I was holding it too tightly, she
couldn't break free and stopped resisting. She just reminded me to drive carefully, but barely looked at me, her eyes always fixed ahead.
After holding her hand for a while, my fingers kept rubbing against her hand . Feeling unsatisfied, I placed my hand on her knee, wanting to
touch her leg. I also really liked the texture of her stockings, but she seemed to firmly push my hand away, as if
she really didn't welcome me continuing. She didn't force the handshake and focused on driving. After
more than an hour, we arrived at this beautiful seaside city and soon reached the seaside park. I got out of the car and naturally
took her hand, and she didn't resist. We walked and looked around happily (I won't go into details, we
were just strolling like lovers). During this time, I kissed her cheek without her noticing. She gave me a push. Ha!
It was 12 o'clock. Time to find a place to eat. I deliberately chose a restaurant with a hotel attached. She kept complaining that
I had to eat at such a fancy place. I chuckled to myself; I had an ulterior motive.
I didn't dare drink alcohol during the meal because the medication was contraindicated. I secretly took the medicine when I had a spare moment. After we finished eating and drinking, I suggested that
we find a room to rest after walking all morning. As I spoke, I looked at her, noticing her
embarrassed expression, but she didn't say anything. I was secretly pleased. No sooner said than done, I stood up and led her to the service area. I booked a room in Taiwan
, specifically requesting a bathroom. It wasn't too expensive, only 100 yuan. I needed to check out at 5 pm
.
I practically dragged her into the room. The environment was alright. I turned on the TV and we sat side-by-side on the bed watching.
I was distracted, stealing glances at her expression. She was staring blankly at the TV, her face expressionless. I put
one arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards me. She tried to pry my arm off, saying "No, no, no,"
looking panicked and trying to break free. I used my other arm to pull her body down onto the bed, pulling her...
He pressed his body against mine. I grabbed her hands with both of mine and tried to kiss her on the lips. She kept
saying, "Get up, don't do this," turning her head away to stop me from kissing her, and struggling fiercely. To be honest,
I was exhausted but also very excited; by then, I was already hard. I kept saying, "I missed you so much. Hong,
I'm sorry." My mouth continued its assault, kissing her ear, her face, her lips. When I kissed her lips, they
were tightly closed, and she made humming sounds through her nose because she couldn't open them. Her body was still struggling; I really wondered how she had
so much strength. I pulled her hands above her head, holding one of them. I freed my right hand and reached through her clothes to touch
her breasts. Soft and not enough, so I slipped my hand inside her clothes, squeezing into her bra, finally able to
truly touch her breasts. Not bad, one hand couldn't quite grasp them all, so I squeezed harder, touching one and then
the other, pinching her nipples. Heh, women will be women; I don't know if she was exhausted or
excited by my touch, but she stopped resisting, her teeth opening, my tongue plunging in and
intertwining with hers. My left hand remained on her hands, not daring to relax. My right hand lifted her clothes
, revealing her breasts, and I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking. Her breasts were a little loose, after all,
she was a woman with children, but the nipples weren't dark, still very pretty. They were still quite elastic. While kissing
her breast, my right hand moved downwards, easily lifting her skirt. My right hand first touched her thigh; I really liked
the feel of stockings (she was wearing pantyhose). I slowly touched her, gradually moving upwards, touching her genitals through her pantyhose. Her legs
were now tightly clamped around my hand; I loved the feeling. I released her hand, and she offered no resistance. I
kissed her lips forcefully, and she cooperated, holding me and welcoming my kisses. My right hand pressed against her genitals,
rubbing her clitoris through the pantyhose. She started moaning. I continued rubbing her clitoris,
and sometimes her body trembled with excitement. I knew she was aroused. I kissed her lips hard, and my hands
began to undress myself, then hers. She cooperated, and I quickly removed her
top. I sat up, embracing her breasts and kissing them excitedly. She lay there enjoying herself,
eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased. After a while, my hands moved downwards again, slipping inside her pantyhose and easily
touching her genitals. The hair was soft and fluffy; as I expected, her genitals were already soaking wet. I pressed a finger against her
vulva, pushing it in forcefully, feeling her vagina tighten around my finger with each thrust. I kissed her
stomach, kissing it gently. Unfortunately, she had a scar from childbirth, which, although healing well, was still easily visible,
and there was still some fat on her stomach, making her look less slender than when she was clothed.
I stopped kissing the scar and continued kissing her breasts... I got up and started taking off my pants, until I was completely naked. At the same
time, she started taking off her shoes, skirt, and pantyhose. I helped her take them off, leaving her in her white panties. Haha
, her vulva was soaking wet and visibly wet. We lay down, and I kissed her lips, one arm around her,
the other pulling down her panties. She obediently used her legs to help me pull them down. I wanted to see
what her vulva looked like, and just as I was about to peek, as if she sensed something, she grabbed my hand, pressed her lips to mine, and
held me tightly with both hands. Since she wouldn't let me watch, fine, I won't watch. Let's get started. I pinned her down, spread her legs, and
my big dick slid in with practiced ease. She let out a soft "oh," her lower body moving in sync with my movements, her mouth
making "mmm" sounds. You know what, her pussy was pretty tight—that's one of the benefits of a C-section. Hehe, her
pussy was tightening and tightening, it felt so good. I was so excited, damn it, I was so weak. I really wanted to ejaculate. The pills
didn't work. I was so dizzy. I stopped and continued kissing her, hehe, but her legs were still tightly wrapped around mine,
her buttocks were still moving, and her pussy was still tightening and tightening. Damn, I couldn't take it. I asked her, "Can I ejaculate inside?"
She said it was her safe period, so it was okay. It seemed like she knew I was going to ejaculate, because her movements weren't as vigorous. She kissed my neck.
She was very gentle, sometimes kissing my ear. I could clearly feel her passion, which
excited me even more. I couldn't take it anymore and thrust into her hard, making soft, wet sounds. She responded with moans and groans. There were some sounds like she was about to cry; she seemed very excited too.
I said I was going to cum, and she held my buttocks with both hands, helping me thrust into her harder, her hips moving up and down fiercely,
moaning softly. I sped up, and I could see she had an orgasm; her face was flushed. Oh, oh, I came! She let out a loud "ah,"
or rather, a satisfied cry; it felt so good. After I finished, I didn't stop, continuing to thrust into her.
She moaned loudly. Perhaps because my penis had shrunk, her moans subsided, and I got tired
. I stopped and lay on top of her, panting heavily. She was also panting. After a while, I got off her. I said I wanted
to shower, and asked if she wanted to shower with me. She agreed. We went to the bathroom together, and surprisingly, the hotel had hot water readily
available. While washing her, I kept touching her here and there. Looking at her now, her figure was quite
good; her breasts weren't sagging too badly, and her nipples weren't too big—perfect. Her areolas were pink, except for
the scar on her stomach and a little bit of extra fat. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick. You couldn't see
her genitals while she was standing, and she wouldn't let me see them properly, so I could only touch them.
After washing, we both got into bed naked. I hugged her, and she lay on my chest, talking and
playing with my nipples with her fingers. Hehe, so exciting, but my penis was still limp. I
stroked her smooth back with one hand—yes, her skin was so smooth, so beautiful—and squeezed her breast with the other. I
said, "Give me a kiss," and she actually listened, focusing on kissing my nipples. I said, "Give me a good kiss, let me enjoy
it." I really didn't make a mistake in choosing this woman. She gently kissed my ears, neck, nipples, and stomach. When she kissed my stomach, my
whole body tensed up. Oh my god, it felt so good. My penis was starting to feel good, but not yet. I said, "Hong, let's
be a little more open today. Kiss me down there." She held my penis in one hand, looked up, and said, "No, I can't." I said, "
We just washed it clean, so just kiss it." She seemed very determined, only kissing my stomach and not going any further down
. I got impatient, grabbed her head with both hands, leaned my body upwards, and pressed her head against my penis. Hehe, my penis
rubbed against her face. It's strange, I don't know if it's the effect of the drug or what, but now my penis is big again.
It got hard again. At first, she whimpered and didn't want to kiss
me, but after a while, it seemed she didn't want to resist anymore, and she opened her mouth and took my penis in. Damn, it felt so good. My penis was swollen and a little painful. Her tongue wrapped around my glans,
stroking it up and down, making sounds. After a while, she stuck out her tongue and kissed the base of my penis, licking it up and down from the head. Then she kissed
my testicles, taking one of them into her mouth. Damn. It felt so good. She's really good at it. Especially when she's holding my testicles in her mouth, it's hard
to describe, but it just feels so good. I enjoyed it for a while, then pulled her buttocks over, making her vagina face my mouth, and I
hugged her back. Now I could see her vulva clearly. It was very tender, her labia pink, clearly the result of
a woman who hadn't done much sex. It was glistening, wet, and smelled wonderful. I kissed it immediately. Wow, so beautiful,
soft and delicate flesh. I thrust my tongue deep into her vulva, and she moaned as she sucked on my penis, sometimes
spitting it out and panting heavily. Her vulva was so wet, it felt amazing. I said, "Let's do it." You're
on top, and she half-squatted, straddling me, her hands guiding my penis as she slowly slid it into her vulva. She clung to me,
her hips moving, her hands gripping my shoulders, moaning softly. I tilted my hips upwards too. After five or six minutes, she climaxed and
stopped moving. I, however, had no intention of ejaculating. She stopped moving, but I kept moving, haha. That's what a man should do.
I turned her over and made her crawl on the bed. I fucked her from behind, holding her waist and thrusting into her repeatedly. At
first, she cooperated, but then it seemed she had another orgasm, her arms were strong, and she was practically lying on the bed. I held her
buttocks and thrust hard, deep and forceful, all the way in. Seeing that she couldn't take it anymore, I made her lie down,
lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders, and continued thrusting, spreading her legs wide, spreading them forcefully, and thrusting again and again,
harder and harder. She could only scream. I felt really great. Hehe, her hair was disheveled, her face
was red, even her breasts were red. I held her slender legs and thrust hard, her eyes closed, moaning, her vagina
full of water, squelching. I asked her, "Are you comfortable?" She hummed in response. I thrust harder into her, lowering her
legs and straddling her, rhythmically penetrating her. After a while, I felt like ejaculating too. I told her I was going to
ejaculate, and I held her shoulders tightly, using my waist to thrust. She used her last bit of strength to cooperate, and I ejaculated
. It felt so good, and she stopped moving. I was so exhausted.
We lay there for a while, me holding her, occasionally kissing the ends of her hair. She smelled so good. Haha, I finally
fucked her, and I fucked her hard, and she was still satisfied. Haha. She even told me that she gets
so wet when she's with me. Haha.
After washing up, we'll be coming. Of course, our relationship is already more than just ordinary. In the car, she doesn't object to me
touching her wherever I want. It feels so good.

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