Women who have been with

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I don't know if it was fate or if the county town was just too small, but last month while shopping, I ran into the former military wife who had come to my house to flirt with me during the summer.

We met face-to-face; she was walking and talking with another man. Suddenly, she saw me leering at her. She was startled, then gave an awkward smile.

She seemed more haggard than during the summer. There seemed to be an awkward silence in her conversation with the other man. I wonder if she was just feeling uncomfortable and lacking lubrication.

During the summer, she took the initiative to ride on top of me, moving herself. I grabbed her breasts and massaged them, looking at her face as she seductively licked her tongue, her expression one of wanting to fuck me to death, to devour me.

After a dozen or so thrusts, I looked at her breasts and felt a little disgusted; her inverted nipples just felt off.

I stopped, slapped them a few times, and said, "Let me thrust into you a few times.

" She said no, but her body didn't resist. She lay on the bed, arching her back.

I parted her legs and looked inside—the military wife's vagina, overflowing with fluids. I straightened up, aimed at the opening, and thrust in forcefully all the way in without hesitation.

"Ah!" she cried out, her body trembling, her vagina tightening, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. I almost ejaculated right there.

I controlled my emotions. It began.

She kept moaning and groaning, saying how good it felt.

But I felt she was faking it; her moans were exaggerated. I didn't go fast. Each time, I slowly withdrew to the opening before forcefully thrusting in again. Each thrust reached the deepest point. Each time, there was a several-second pause, not enough to make her moan like that.

I pressed her labia together, squeezing them inwards, making her vagina grip me even tighter. She had flaws, but her lower body was good. Firm, shapely, with thick thighs. The doggy style was the best choice. I could thrust hard.

I slapped her as I went. Slowly, she arched her back, responding to me. So much fluid flowed from our point of contact, onto the sheets.

We changed to a normal position. I pressed down on her, speeding up. I felt it was fast, and she was also aroused by my ministrations, constantly shaking her head.

I wanted to ejaculate inside. I said

no. I can't ejaculate inside. She refused verbally, but her legs hooked around my waist.

I understood. A violent thrust. My whole body shuddered, and I ejaculated deep into her already severely overflowing vagina.

I pressed down on her, breathing heavily. The fluid still inside her vagina gradually softened.

Okay. I let you ejaculate. Pull it out.

No. Kiss me a few times.

She obediently opened her mouth and pressed it against mine. We French kissed.

I pulled out too. I watched as more fluid flowed from her vagina. The entire sheet was soaked.

Last Sunday night, while shopping, I unexpectedly ran into that girl who had just graduated and started her internship a few years ago, the one I had slept with for two months. She'd been living in another city for the past few years, and I hadn't seen her; I'd almost forgotten about her.

I followed her, walked up to her, and touched her.

She was startled. She turned around and looked at me. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she remembered who I was.

We walked for a while. She was the youngest and tightest I'd ever been with, and I almost lost control.

I asked, "Hey girl, you're much wetter than before. How about I pamper you some more?"

Her face changed instantly. "Are you out of your mind? Have you lost your mind?"

The atmosphere became incredibly awkward.

"Don't be angry, I was just joking. I wouldn't actually do it.

I just like you so much. All the girls I've been with these past few years are grown women. They're all so promiscuous, some even scheming. I still prefer your innocent self."

We walked for a few more minutes, and the atmosphere eased a bit. She said she was getting married again and would only be with her husband from now on. She didn't want to talk about the past anymore.

She hoped I wouldn't interfere in her life. After all, we'd done it dozens of times; I didn't want to ruin that chapter of our relationship.

I told her not to worry, I'm getting married soon too.

I showed her my wedding photos. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I reckon if it weren't for my upcoming marriage, she would have blocked me as soon as she got back.

[The End]

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