A romantic relationship with a mature woman

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(I)

My meeting with her that year was by chance. She was a visiting doctor from her city, studying obstetrics and gynecology at a top-tier hospital near me.

My classmate happened to be in her department, and we met at a gathering and exchanged WeChat contacts.

We chatted for a while, and gradually our conversations deepened. I learned about her past: she got married for the first time at 23. Her

ex-husband worked for China Railway Overseas Project Department and could only come home for one month a year. She had two children who were both studying in her hometown, which was really tough. Eventually, the distance between them faded their feelings, and she divorced her ex-husband at 33.

When I met her, she was 35, and I was 24. After graduating from university, I broke up with my college girlfriend because of the long-distance relationship. So at first, I called her "sister."

As the conversation deepened, one night we touched on adult topics. Perhaps because she hadn't met many other people in this unfamiliar city, she talked quite a bit about me. She mentioned not having regular sex for three years, occasionally resorting to toys or masturbation. I joked that we could complement each other, and then we said goodnight and went to sleep.

One day, I tried to invite her to dinner, and she readily agreed.

I booked a Japanese restaurant; firstly, Japanese restaurants have private rooms for privacy, secondly, they're quieter, and thirdly, she likes Japanese food.

That day, I picked her up downstairs at her apartment. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, and frameless glasses, looking very youthful. Although she was slightly overweight, it was hard to believe she was 35 and a mother of two elementary school children.

We sat down at a Japanese restaurant and ordered some sushi and grilled meat. We started chatting, and she asked if I often went to Japan because of all the Japanese scenery photos on my WeChat Moments (indeed, I was frequently traveling to Shikoku and Kyushu for work and took many photos of Japanese landscapes). Since she also enjoys photography, we started talking about this common topic.

After dinner, I walked her home. At her apartment building, she said she wanted to treat me to her cooking sometime, and I said okay, I'd like to try her cooking. She smiled and said goodbye.

One Friday morning, she invited me to her place that evening to try her cooking, and I happily agreed.

After work, I bought some fruit and went to her place. When I entered, I found she had already prepared the meal.

There was fish, meat, and seafood—it was incredibly tempting for someone who had just finished a long day at work. She asked if I wanted some wine, and I said I'd like to have some with her, so I opened a bottle of red wine.

We'd almost finished eating, and I was a little flushed from the wine. Looking at the clothes rack in the corner of the living room (her studio apartment has limited balconies, so she likes to hang some clothes on the rack in the living room),

I said, "Sister, your underwear is really pretty, very sexy!"

She smiled slightly, perhaps the red wine was affecting her complexion, and her face also flushed. She explained to me why women should wear cotton or lace underwear during their periods (after all, you should listen to a doctor's advice).

Then she paused for a moment and asked if I wanted to see her sexiest lingerie.

I said yes!

Then she took my hand and led me into the bedroom, opened the closet, and casually pulled out two neatly folded pairs of underwear (she's very meticulous; I think it's due to her professional ethics as a doctor). She spread them out: one was a black, sheer lace pair, and the other was a cotton thong.

She asked if they were sexy, and I said, "Sister, you'd look very beautiful and sexy in them!"

She said she preferred lace underwear!

Then she said to tidy up the table first, so I helped her tidy up and clean.

Afterwards, she asked if I wanted to watch TV, and I said I'd watch with my sister.

We went back to the bedroom, and she had me sit on the bed first. She turned on the TV, sat on the bed, and then, surprisingly, leaned on my shoulder. I was quite delighted and naturally put my hand on her shoulder; perhaps my sister hadn't done this in a long time.

I mustered my courage and tentatively asked if I could kiss her. She whispered "Mmm," and then I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. As we kissed, I tried to kiss her with the tip of my tongue. Then she placed my hand on her chest, and I started to grab her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, she moaned softly.

After a while, my sister said, "Let's take a shower first." I followed her to the bathroom, and she started taking off her clothes—top, pants, bra, panties—one by one. What was displayed before me was the naked body of a mature woman. She told me not to be shy (actually, my penis was already hard, and I was a little embarrassed). After taking off my panties, she looked at my erect penis and said, "The pink ones are quite pretty," which made me really shy.

Later, as we showered, we both relaxed and even splashed in the water from time to time. When she turned around, I tried to hug her from behind and then insert my erect penis between her legs. Unexpectedly, she naturally arched her buttocks, allowing the glans to get closer to her vaginal opening, and she even let out a cry, saying I was too hasty and we should do it in bed later.

I couldn't wait and dragged her to the bedroom before she was completely dry, because the bedroom had air conditioning and the bamboo mat dried quickly.

I lay on top of her, kissing her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other touching her genitals. She moaned softly.

Then she asked me to lick her, saying she'd get wet quickly. I had her bend her legs, spread them, and then knelt between them. Because it had been a long time since we'd had sex, I was a bit impatient, and I stimulated her clitoris immediately. She cried out, and asked me to lick it slowly; perhaps she was very aroused too. She

got wet quickly, and she took a condom from the bedside table. I also saw a vibrator and a dildo in the drawer and asked, "Are these your two husbands?"

She said she wouldn't use them today, that I was enough. She put the condom on me, and I prepared to penetrate her.

Although she had two children, strangely, her vagina was still quite tight, completely different from what I had imagined. Perhaps gynecologists have their own unique methods.

She was very wet, and soon we were making slapping sounds.

I asked her which position she wanted, and she said doggy style. I had her arch her back and lie face down on the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor and started thrusting into her, rhythmically thrusting and slapping her buttocks. Her snow-white buttocks, watching her lick my penis, were quite impactful. After a while, she started saying things like, "Honey, it feels so good," and told me to speed up.

So I started thrusting, the frequency and rhythm increasing until finally a gush of hot fluid sprayed into the condom. She kept moaning and groaning. When I pulled out, I saw the reservoir tip of the condom was completely full, and some semen even leaked out after removing the condom.

She was surprised and said, "You really are a young man!" She had seen many semen samples tested, and wondered if mine was more or less.

I laughed and said, "It's because it felt so good inside, so I ejaculated a lot."

Afterwards, we took a shower and fell asleep in each other's arms. She wore pajamas, while I simply slept naked because I hadn't brought any change of clothes. Luckily, the next day was Saturday, so it didn't matter.

This was our first time having sex, and we were quite conservative. Later, as our relationship deepened, we got more and more adventurous.

A few days later, she asked me to bring my medical insurance card to her hospital. I took half a day off that afternoon and went there. She took me to the outpatient clinic, registered, and then to an internist. After getting a prescription, she took me straight to the lab. I was completely confused, not knowing what she was up to.

Then she asked what I wanted to eat for Friday night, saying she would go grocery shopping. I said, "Sister, you're working so hard, I should go buy the groceries." She said, "That's fine too. Buy whatever you want to eat, and I'll cook it for you."

On Friday afternoon, I went to the market early, bought the groceries, and went straight to her house. As soon as I entered, she happily kissed me and told me that she had someone test my various indicators last time, and they were all normal. She said that from now on, she wanted me to ejaculate inside her without a condom because she liked the feeling of semen being ejaculated inside, especially like last time when I ejaculated a lot.

I asked my sister if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, and she said she had her fallopian tubes tied after giving birth to her second child, so there was no need to worry.

(II)

After that checkup, she felt relieved, and since she had also had her tubes tied, we basically didn't need to wear condoms when we had sex anymore. Actually, I was quite happy about that, since not using condoms is the most primal way humans love each other.

Maybe we were a little rushed that time, since we could only meet on Fridays, and she only had Saturdays off, and had to work the rest of the time. Being a doctor isn't easy.

She quickly cooked a few dishes, and after we finished eating, she urged me to take a shower. She rented a nicely furnished studio apartment, which was quite spacious, and the bathroom even had a bathtub. When I entered, I found that the bathtub was already full of water, and the water felt cool, so it must have been sitting for a while.

She came in right after I finished washing my hair, and I asked her if she had finished cleaning up so quickly. She said a little shyly that of course, you were more important (it was too hot, so I bought some instant food from the market downstairs and brought it up; it was a very simple dinner, and I didn't have much time to clean up).

I asked her if there was water in the bathtub, as I wanted to take a relaxing bath. She said she'd add some hot water, which she'd just used that morning after her shift last night. She then turned on the tap and changed the water in the bathtub (even though it was a hot day, I still couldn't handle all the cold water).

Once the water was lukewarm, I got in and lay down in the tub. It had been a while since I'd had a bath, and it felt really nice.

She was also taking off her clothes. Since she hadn't gone out all day, she was dressed simply in a dress-like loungewear set, without a bra, and wearing lace-trimmed transparent panties (haha, she said she liked sexy lace panties). After taking them off, she stepped into the bathtub and lay in my arms. I instantly felt so happy.

I wanted to kiss her, and she readily obliged, bringing her mouth to my lips. I placed my hand on her breast, and she put her hand in the water on my penis, touching the glans. I gently pinched her nipple with my fingers, and she let out a soft moan. She gripped my penis tightly and started stroking it.

Then I opened my mouth, and we looked at each other. After a while, she said she had been saving up a week's worth of semen and was going to ejaculate into me today (in her department, semen was jokingly referred to as milk).

I nodded and said, "Okay," and then said things like, "Wife, I'll ejaculate into you. I love you, wife," etc. (At that point, I didn't care about calling her husband and wife anymore).

I had her stand on the edge of the bathtub so I could lick her. She stood up, her wet vulva displayed before me. Learning from my first experience, I started licking little by little, beginning with her perineum, licking along the outside of her labia. When her labia were slightly open, I stimulated the opening, and she moaned.

I asked her if it felt good, and she said it was much better than last time, much more comfortable.

I also saw her anus and gently touched it with my fingers. She said no, I'd let her play with it later. Her anus was very standard, with folds spreading out from the center, very much like in Japanese adult films.

Seeing my already erect penis, she eagerly suggested penetration. I suggested water, and she agreed. I half-lay in the bathtub, and she sat on top of me. Without the condom, the direct contact of my glans with her warm vagina was truly wonderful.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, and I hugged her, pressing my face tightly between her breasts. She began to move up and down.

Doing it in the water was quite amazing; you should try it if you have the chance. However, the downside was that the bathtub was too small, making her movements awkward. So it was quite tiring. Then I suggested we stand up.

We both stood up, and I had her lean over the edge of the bathtub before I entered her from behind. Since her anus was exposed to my face with her buttocks spread open, I couldn't help but play with her pretty little anus with my fingers, while my other hand kept patting her buttocks. Unexpectedly, this immediately aroused her, and she started uttering lewd words. I've found that once a woman is aroused, she'll be completely obedient to you, doing whatever you ask and saying whatever you want.

I asked her to say some lewd things. She started gently, then I slapped her buttocks a little harder. She let out a soft "ah" and then started talking, saying incredibly lewd things, a stark contrast to her usual quiet demeanor.

Specifically, she said things like, "Honey, I want you to cum inside me," and "Honey, your cock feels so good."

I also played with her anus with my fingers, rubbing the edges clockwise. Haha, actually, I didn't want to penetrate; I just wanted to play with her anus.

Later, when I'd penetrated her enough, I asked her if she wanted to cum inside. She said "ah" and "honey, cum inside me," and "I want it all," and then there was a thrust. Her breathing quickened noticeably, and then a warm stream came out from the head of my penis, gushing out for several seconds.

She kept saying how good it felt. After staying inside for a while, I pulled my penis out. I thought it would be like in the movies, with semen flowing out, but only a little bit came out. This isn't right. Was I ejaculating fake semen?

She inserted her finger into her vagina, collecting a little semen, then turned around and rubbed it. "That was a good shot! The feeling inside was amazing."

I asked why the semen wasn't flowing out. She smiled and said it would come out soon.

Because the bathroom was hot and we'd been so active, we were both sweaty. We didn't take a bath, just showered. When we were almost done, she said the semen was flowing out now.

I knelt down to look, but it wasn't very noticeable because of the water. She said it wasn't very obvious, but she could still feel it. Also, the semen wasn't as viscous as when it was ejaculated, so it wasn't very noticeable. But the experience was truly amazing.

I helped her dry her back, and we both went to the bedroom without clothes on. She said she didn't want to soil her underwear if it hadn't completely drained, and I hadn't brought a change of clothes.

That night, we made love countless times, until I saw her labia were a little swollen, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

[The End]

(I)

My meeting with her that year was by chance. She was a visiting doctor from her city, studying obstetrics and gynecology at a top-tier hospital near me.

My classmate happened to be in her department, and we met at a gathering and exchanged WeChat contacts.

We chatted for a while, and gradually our conversations deepened. We learned about her past: she got married for the first time at 23.

Her ex-husband worked for China Railway Overseas Project Department and could only come home for one month a year. She had two children who were both studying in her hometown, which was really tough. Eventually, the distance between them faded their feelings, and she divorced her ex-husband at 33.

When I met her, she was 35, and I was 24. After graduating from university, I broke up with my college girlfriend because of the long-distance relationship. So at first, I called her "sister."

As the conversation deepened, one night we touched on adult topics. Perhaps because she hadn't met many other people in this unfamiliar city, she talked quite a bit about me. She mentioned not having regular sex for three years, occasionally resorting to toys or masturbation. I joked that we could complement each other, and then we said goodnight and went to sleep.

One day, I tried to invite her to dinner, and she readily agreed.

I booked a Japanese restaurant; firstly, Japanese restaurants have private rooms for privacy, secondly, they're quieter, and thirdly, she likes Japanese food.

That day, I picked her up downstairs at her apartment. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, and frameless glasses, looking very youthful. Although she was slightly overweight, it was hard to believe she was 35 and a mother of two elementary school children.

We sat down at a Japanese restaurant and ordered some sushi and grilled meat. We started chatting, and she asked me if I often went to Japan because I had so many photos of Japanese scenery on my WeChat Moments (indeed, I was frequently traveling to Shikoku and Kyushu during that period for work and took a lot of photos of Japanese scenery). Since she also likes taking photos, we started talking about this common topic.

After we finished eating, I took her home. Downstairs at her apartment, she said she wanted to treat me to her cooking next time. I said okay, I'd love to try her cooking. She smiled and said goodbye.

One Friday morning, she invited me to her place that evening to try her cooking, and I happily agreed.

After work, I bought some fruit and went to her place. When I entered, I found she had already prepared the meal.

There was fish, meat, and seafood—it was incredibly tempting for someone who had worked all day. She asked if I wanted some wine, and I said I'd have some with her, so I opened a bottle of red wine. After

we'd eaten almost all the way, I was a little tipsy, my face flushed. Looking at the clothes rack in the corner of the living room (her studio apartment has limited balcony space, so she likes to hang some clothes on the rack in the living room),

I said, "Sister, your underwear is really nice, very sexy!"

She smiled slightly, perhaps because of the red wine, her face also flushed, and she explained to me why women should wear cotton or lace underwear during their periods (after all, you should listen to a doctor's advice).

Then she paused for a moment and asked if I wanted to see her sexiest lingerie.

I said yes!

She then took my hand and led me into the bedroom, opened the closet, and casually pulled out two neatly folded pairs of panties (actually, my sister is very meticulous; I think it's due to her professional ethics as a doctor). She spread them out: one was a black, sheer lace pair, and the other was a cotton thong.

She asked if they were sexy, and I said my sister would look very beautiful and sexy in them!

She said she preferred lace panties!

Then she said to tidy up the table first, so I helped her.

Afterward, she asked if I wanted to watch TV, and I said I'd watch with her.

We went back to the bedroom, and she had me sit on the bed first. She turned on the TV, sat on the bed, and then, surprisingly, leaned on my shoulder. I was quite surprised and put my hand on her shoulder; perhaps my sister hadn't done this in a long time.

I mustered my courage and tentatively asked my sister if I could kiss her. She whispered "okay," and then I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. As we kissed, I tried to kiss her with the tip of my tongue. Then she placed my hands on her chest, and I started to grab her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, she moaned softly.

After a while, my sister said to go take a shower first, so I followed her to the bathroom. She started taking off her clothes—top, pants, bra, panties—one by one. What was displayed before me was the naked body of a mature woman. She told me not to be shy (actually, my penis was already hard, and I was a little embarrassed). After taking off my panties, she looked at my erect penis and said, "The pink ones are quite pretty," which made me really shy.

Later, we gradually relaxed while showering, even splashing in the water occasionally. When she turned around, I tried to hug her from behind and insert my erect penis between her legs. Unexpectedly, she naturally arched her buttocks, allowing the glans to get closer to her vaginal opening, and let out a soft "ah," saying I was too hasty and we should do it in bed later.

I couldn't wait and dragged her to the bedroom before she was completely dry, since the air conditioning was on and the mat dried quickly.

I kissed her while on top of her, one hand kneading her breasts and the other touching her genitals, and she moaned softly.

Then she asked me to lick her, saying she would get wet soon. I had her bend her legs, spread them, and then knelt between them. Because it had been a long time since we had sex, I was also quite impatient, and I stimulated her clitoris immediately, causing her to let out a soft "ah," and asking me to lick it slowly. Perhaps she was also very aroused.

She got wet quickly, and took a condom from the bedside table. I also saw the vibrator and dildo in the drawer and asked, "Are these your two husbands?"

She said she wouldn't use them today, that I only needed her. She put the condom on me, and I prepared to penetrate her.

Although she had given birth to two children, her vagina was strangely tight, completely different from what I had imagined. Perhaps gynecologists have their own unique methods.

She was very wet, and soon we were making slapping noises.

I asked her which position she wanted, and she said doggy style. I then had her lift her buttocks and lie face down on the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor and started penetrating her, rhythmically thrusting and rhythmically slapping her buttocks. The sight of her snow-white buttocks licking my penis was very impactful. After a while, she started saying things like "husband, it feels so good," and told me to speed up.

So I started thrusting, the frequency and rhythm getting faster and faster, until finally a hot stream gushed into the condom. She kept moaning and groaning. When I pulled out, the reservoir tip of the condom was completely full, and some semen even leaked out after I removed it.

She was surprised and said, "You really are a young man!" She had seen many semen samples tested, and I wondered if mine was more or less.

I laughed and said, "It's because it felt so good inside, so I ejaculated a lot."

Afterwards, we took a shower and fell asleep in each other's arms. She wore pajamas, while I simply slept naked because I hadn't brought a change of clothes. Luckily, the next day was Saturday, so it didn't matter.

This was our first time having sex, and we were quite conservative. Later, as our relationship deepened, we became more and more adventurous.

A few days later, she asked me to bring my medical insurance card to her hospital. I took half a day off in the afternoon and went there. She took me to the outpatient clinic, registered, and then to an internist. She wrote a prescription and took me straight to the lab. I was completely confused, wondering what she was up to.

Then she asked what we wanted to eat on Friday night, saying she'd go grocery shopping. I said, "Sister, you're working so hard, I should go buy the groceries." She said, "That's fine too. Buy whatever you want to eat, and I'll cook it for you."

On Friday afternoon, I went to the market early, bought the groceries, and went straight to her house. As soon as I entered, she happily kissed me and told me that she had someone test my various indicators last time, and they were all normal. She said she wanted me to ejaculate inside her without a condom from now on because she liked the feeling of semen inside her, especially like last time when I ejaculated a lot.

I asked her if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, and she said she had her fallopian tubes tied after giving birth to her second child, so I shouldn't worry.

(II)

After that checkup, she was relieved, and she had also had her tubes tied, so basically, we wouldn't need to wear condoms when we had sex anymore. Actually, I was quite happy about that, since not using a condom is the most primal and preferred way for humans to have sex.

Maybe I was a little rushed that time, since we could only meet on Fridays, and she only had Saturdays off; she had to work the rest of the time. Being a doctor isn't easy.

She quickly grabbed a few dishes, and after we finished eating, she urged me to take a shower. She rented a nicely furnished studio apartment; it was quite spacious and had a bathtub in the bathroom. When I entered, I found the bathtub was already full of water, and it felt cool, so it must have been sitting for a while.

She came in after just washing her hair, and I asked her if she was done cleaning up so quickly. She said shyly, "Of course, you're more important!" (It was too hot, so I bought some instant food from the market downstairs and brought it up; it was a very simple dinner, and I didn't have much time to clean up).

I asked her if there was water in the bathtub, as I wanted to take a relaxing bath. She said she'd add some hot water; she'd just taken a bath that morning after her shift last night. Then she turned on the tap and changed the water in the bathtub (even though it was a hot day, I still felt a bit uncomfortable with all cold water).

Once the water had cooled down, I went in and lay down in the bathtub. It had been a long time since I'd taken a bath, and it felt quite comfortable.

She was also taking off her clothes. Since she hadn't gone out all day, she was dressed very simply, just a dress-like loungewear set, no bra, and a pair of lace-trimmed transparent panties (haha, after all, she said she likes sexy lace panties). After taking them off, she stepped into the bathtub and lay in my arms. I instantly felt so happy.

I wanted to kiss her, and she readily obliged, bringing her mouth closer. I placed my hand on her chest, and she put her hand in the water near my penis, touching the glans. I gently pinched her nipple, and she let out a soft moan. She gripped my penis tightly and began to stroke it.

Then I released her mouth, and we looked at each other. After a while, she said she had been saving up a week's worth of semen and was going to ejaculate into me today (in her department, semen was jokingly referred to as milk).

I nodded and said, "Mmm, honey, I'll ejaculate into you. I love you, honey," and other such things (at that point, I didn't care about calling her husband and wife anymore).

I had her stand on the edge of the bathtub so I could lick her. She stood up, her wet vulva displayed before me. Learning from my first experience, I began to lick slowly, starting with her perineum, licking along the outside of her labia. When her labia slightly parted, I stimulated the opening, and she moaned.

I asked her if it felt good, and she said it was much better than last time, much more comfortable.

I also saw her anus. I gently touched it with my fingers, and she said no, she'd let me play with it later. Her anus was perfectly formed, with folds spreading out from the center, much like in Japanese adult films.

Seeing my already erect penis, she eagerly suggested inserting it. I asked in the water, and she agreed. I half-lay in the bathtub, and she sat on top of me. Without the condom, the direct contact of my glans with her warm vagina was truly wonderful.

She put her hands on my shoulders, and I hugged her, pressing my face tightly between her breasts. She started moving up and down.

Doing it in the water was quite amazing; you should try it if you have the chance. However, the downside was that the bathtub was too small, making her movements awkward. So it was a bit tiring. Then I said, "Let's stand up."

We both stood up, and I had her lean over the edge of the bathtub before I entered her from behind. Since her anus was exposed to my face after she spread her buttocks, I couldn't help but play with her pretty little anus with my fingers, while my other hand kept slapping her buttocks. Unexpectedly, this immediately aroused her, and she started saying lewd things. I found that once a woman is in a certain mood, she will definitely be obedient to you, doing whatever you ask and saying whatever you ask.

I asked her to say some lewd things. At first, she was very gentle, but then I slapped her buttocks a little harder. She let out a "ah" and then opened up, actually saying very lewd things, which was a stark contrast to the quiet doctor she was usually.

Specifically, it was things like "husband, I want you to cum inside me," and "husband, your penis feels so good."

I also played with her anus with my fingers, rubbing the edge of her anus clockwise. Haha, actually, I didn't want to penetrate her, I just wanted to play with her anus purely.

After we'd had enough penetration, I asked her if she wanted me to ejaculate inside. She started moaning and saying things like, "My husband always ejaculates inside, I want it all," and then there was a burst of thrusting. Her breathing quickened noticeably, and then a warm gush came out from the tip of my penis, gushing out for several seconds.

She kept saying how good it felt. After staying inside for a while longer, I pulled my penis out. I'd expected semen to flow out like in the movies, but only a little bit came out. That didn't make sense. Was I ejaculating fake semen?

She put her finger inside her vagina, collected some semen, and then turned around and rubbed it in. "That was a good ejaculation! The feeling inside was really great."

I asked why the semen wasn't flowing out. She smiled and said it would come out soon.

Because the bathroom was hot and we'd been so active, we were both sweaty. We didn't take a bath, but instead took a shower. After we were both pretty clean, she said the semen had started flowing out now.

I crouched down to take a look, and because of the water, it wasn't very noticeable. She said it wasn't very obvious, but she could still feel it. Also, the semen wasn't as viscous as when it was ejaculated, so it wasn't very noticeable. But the experience was really amazing.

I helped her dry her back, and we both went to the bedroom without wearing any clothes. She said she was afraid of soiling her underwear if she hadn't completely finished, and I hadn't brought any spare clothes.

That night, we made love countless times, until I saw that her labia were a little swollen, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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