[To That Night] (04) (The End) Author: Taliban Member of Parliament

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(IV)

"Later, after you aroused me, you used your mouth to stimulate my clitoris. Actually, many
women are like this. At first, they like the perineum, and after they get aroused, they like the clitoris because the clitoris becomes more
sensitive later. But many men don't understand this, so very few of my girlfriends have been brought to
orgasm . You stimulated my most sensitive spot twice, one after the other. How could I take it? Plus
what you said, I was just now so overwhelmed by your actions that my mind went blank." "Women have
multiple orgasms, right? If you can handle it, I'll make you go blank again later, in a different position," I said with a smile. She stopped
kissing me and said, "We'll talk about it later." Then she pushed me down to lie flat, knelt beside me, and started
kissing my breasts and belly lightly from my mouth. Within five seconds, she reached my penis, stopped, and said, "You men only have one
sensitive spot, right?" Then she took it into her mouth.

"Is it big, baby?" I stroked the back of her head and asked.

She had already experienced her first liberation, and was very focused, diligently stroking it, nodding slightly.

...Separation line...

To be honest, my penis is just a normal man's size. A former playmate measured it precisely for me; when
erect it's about 15 cm from base to tip, and less than 5 cm in diameter, fairly thick and sturdy, consistent
in thickness from front to back. The glans is slightly large, but not matchstick-shaped.

A man is a man; he only has one sensitive spot, and doesn't need much foreplay. Her technique was good,
surpassing 90% of my oral sex experiences; she drooled a lot, dripping down to the base of my penis.

While she was stroking it, I was also recalling my previous girlfriends, who weren't very good at oral sex. They
would usually just put it on and repeatedly put it on, without actually sucking, making it feel like a plastic bag with nothing inside.
There are also those who obediently help me for half an hour out of love, but there's no skill involved, it's purely physical labor,
and it's hard to get that feeling of wanting to pull my penis out of their mouths and frantically thrust into their vaginas.

But C is different in many ways. She parted my pubic hair with her hand, grabbed the base of my penis, and used her mouth to manipulate
the other half of my penis that her delicate hands couldn't grasp, while one hand kept rubbing her own breasts, as if she was
enjoying it herself. As her hand went down, her mouth went down, her lips turned outwards, filling her entire small mouth, and as her mouth rose, her hand followed
suit , her mouth never leaving my penis throughout the entire process. Swallowing and spitting, the rhythm wasn't fast, but every move was deadly. Her
mouth was wrapped very tightly, you couldn't feel any air inside at all, no matter where it went, there was a
real feeling of "poking her flesh", and the occasional feeling of teeth made it even more comfortable. Especially
when she lowered her hand, gently taking my glans into her mouth, quickly flicking her tongue at the junction of the glans and the slit of the penis, and
occasionally giving me a few deep throat thrusts, I really felt like I wanted to fuck her to death from behind.

She was a skilled one.

After a few strokes from her, I immediately got aroused and started to get hard. "Do you like big dicks?"
She nodded again, making a soft "hmm" sound.

"Can your little mouth hold it?" She glanced at me sideways while sucking on my penis, without answering.

"Are you sharpening your gun now? You'll be tortured after you sharpen it, won't you?" I asked. She shook her head with a "hmm..." and
continued to stroke me up and down.

"Do you and he do this? You're so skilled, he must like it too, right?" She still ignored me.

She stopped, knelt down and moved to the edge of the bed, got off the bed and took a hair tie from her bag, saying calmly, "Let me tie
my hair." I didn't say anything. She stood up straight, tilted her head back, her hair hanging down. She shook it, then skillfully tied it
up, saying, "Stop asking me questions. When you're doing this to me, you don't have anything stuffed in your mouth, so you can talk.
I can't talk. My husband isn't as big as you, and he likes me doing this to him, but he doesn't want to use his mouth on me.
Before we got married, I was very attentive to him, but after a few years of marriage, I've always been perfunctory. Our foreplay never
lasts more than three minutes."

With that, she shook off her slippers, knelt back on the bed, and moved between my legs. Her hair tied up made her look
much , a different kind of beauty. She spread her legs and knelt between mine, blocking my legs, then leaned down
and began to stroke me again. She grasped my penis, took it in her mouth twice, spat it out, and pressed it upwards, positioning the glans towards
my face. She sucked and played with my scrotum, her tongue lolling out as she met my gaze. I
watched as she licked from the base of my penis along the slit to the glans, then thrust it in hard, pulled out, and
repeated the motion from the base. I began to burn with desire, breathing heavily.

Seeing I was aroused, she changed positions. She buried
her face , arms at a 90-degree angle. She slightly raised herself, keeping her body still, her lips pursed, only her head
moving up and down, playing with the glans, making "pop, pop" sounds with each thrust. In this position
, her ample buttocks were especially prominent, forming a perfect S-shape with her waist. At the end of the S-shape
were her round, perfect buttocks, reflected against the smooth walls of the room.

In comparison, none of the previous 17 women could match her. Although she was also S-shaped, the ends of
her buttocks always ended unnaturally, making the part near the cleft of her buttocks look uneven and not perfectly round; some even had
a small, protruding bump. I thought, perhaps only women who have given birth could have such a perfect buttock shape. She
stopped again, straightened up, and knelt on her calves, looking at me and saying, "Sigh, I'm so useless."

I didn't react: "What?"

"I only gave you oral sex for a little while, and I'm already feeling it again," she said seemingly casually.

"Ah," I feigned surprise, "How come so fast?

" "Your little brother has stuffed my mouth full, and I've been thinking that when I insert it later, it will be full too, and it will feel very comfortable.
Just thinking about it made me wet."

I said, "Let me see, it can't be that fast, can it?"

She reached down and touched her vulva, holding her fingers in front of me: "Well, it's like this now."
I said with a wicked smile, "Don't waste good things." She seemed a little embarrassed, probably because she'd already come once and
released , so she wasn't as open as before: "Pervert." "Then why did you let that pervert play with you so hard just now?"
Probably wanting to punish me, she suddenly leaned down again and vigorously stroked my penis a few more times.
Just as I was about to enjoy it, she straightened her upper body, knelt down, and moved to my chest, sitting in a mermaid pose.
She playfully punched me a few times with her small fists, saying, "It's all because this pervert bewitched me that I did that," her
voice trembling slightly.

I laughed, "Let the pervert see if you're still bewitched now," and reached
out to pull her, intending to play with her in a 69 position.

She shook off my hand, struggling slightly, "No." "Just for a moment, just to see."

"No, you're too strong, my heart can't take it."

"Then I'll be gentle, is that okay?" I pushed her body again.

"Why do you keep pushing me?"

"I'm going to push you over so you can 69 you on top," I said.

"Ah...no, do you really want to dehydrate me?" she teased.

I reached out to touch her vulva, but she kept her legs together and couldn't reach it. I reached out to pull her legs, and she pretended to be clueless, saying,
"How are you going to do it? The positions you want are all so weird." Actually, I knew that no position was weird to her
. She said no, but secretly she longed for it. So, with a mix of resistance and acceptance (more acceptance than resistance),
I pushed her body around, then, holding one of her ankles, I gently pushed her apart. She
spread arms and legs, her hands on either side of my hips, her legs revealing her beautiful vulva
to my face—a perfect 69 position.

This nectar source, which had gushed just half an hour earlier, was now glistening with moisture again, reflecting the light.

She slightly adjusted her position, then I pressed her down, continuing to give her oral sex. Our bodies
were pressed tightly together, from our genitals to each other's. I wrapped my arms around
her thighs, my hands on her plump buttocks, gently lifting them slightly upwards. Her vulva
opened slightly, about 2cm in front of my mouth, waiting for my tongue to enter. The honey-like fluid mixed with saliva,
spurting urine, and vaginal semen, and now something else was starting to overflow. The scent of C's vagina had lost
its initial naturalness, now carrying a slightly sour saliva smell.

While kneading C's buttocks, I turned my head to kiss the base of her thighs, my lips enveloping my teeth,
slowly biting from the base of her thighs towards the vulva, avoiding the vulva itself, then switching sides at the edge, treating both equally.
She began to feel discomfort, wriggling her plump buttocks, perhaps searching for a place to meet my lips. But I deliberately didn't
bite. Each time I bit her labia majora with my teeth, I would apply slight outward pressure, parting her vulva,
then slowly releasing my lips, letting her vagina slowly close. Due to the overflowing fluid, each time the opening was
parted, a "beep, beep" sound was heard. She writhed even more violently; each time my lips kissed one side of
her vulva , she would deliberately twist her buttocks in that direction, trying to trap my mouth, but each time she failed. Meanwhile
, her mouth was still teasing me in various ways, just like before.

I teased her while asking, "Sister, does it hurt?"

"Mmm," she murmured.

"Do you like it when a pervert does this to you?"

"Don't ask, just do it," she mumbled, sucking on my penis.

"Do you like it when a pervert plays with you like this?"

"You're so bad, you can tell whether I like it or not."

"So what do you want me to do?" I asked.

Under my moderate teasing and verbal stimulation, C's vaginal fluid began to overflow, accumulating a thick
layer , glistening with lust.

"You can do whatever you want, don't ask me."

"But I like following your orders, otherwise you'll say I'm bullying you," I laughed.

"You're so bad, playing with a woman like this, um...it feels so good."

"Sister, just order me around once, I like this feeling too."

"Bite it down, um...it hurts," she moaned, sucking on my penis.

"Where to bite? You need to be clear," I chuckled again.

She was arguing with me, not telling me, but still trying to tease me, frantically using her mouth to cover my penis. To be honest, there were
a few times I really felt like I was about to climax. "Where to bite, tell me or not, the more you confess, the better," I pouted and pressed my lips
against C's vulva, making circular motions around her entire opening. She gradually opened her
mouth, which was still holding my penis, but kept it covered, enjoying the stimulation from my mouth. When my pouted lips, wet with her sticky
vaginal fluid, wandered over her perineum, she finally couldn't hold back and said, "Here, right here, oh oh,
so good." This was one of her most sensitive spots.

"Where is this?" I continued to tease.

"It's your most sensitive perineum, uh..."

C's sphincter muscles near her anus twitched, showing that she was enjoying
the pleasure this position and the stimulation of her perineum gave her.

"Open your mouth and bite it, ah... you're really going to kill me." I ignored him and continued to tease her with my mouth.
She lowered her body, trying to cover my mouth with her own, but I turned my head to the side, and she missed. Finally, unable to hold back any longer,
she cried out.

"Oh... I give up, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and lick my pussy, oh... it hurts so much,
you bad boy, I'll let you put your big, thick cock inside my pussy later, you can fuck me however you want,
now hurry up and use your mouth, oh... it feels so sore inside." I gave her clitoris a light kiss, then
opened my mouth as wide as possible and licked upwards with force. When I reached C's perineum, I took it into my mouth. Because her perineum was narrow,
my upper lip was almost touching her anus, and my lower lip was holding half of the slit, my tongue constantly probing,
sweeping, and pushing against her most sensitive spot in my mouth. C cried out helplessly again, my penis, which was being sucked, instantly feeling
the heat coming from deep inside her throat.

"Oh, oh, right here, like this, you're making me feel so good," she moaned, her mouth working hard on
my penis, various groans escaping from her nose. C gradually became soaked, and
as I stimulated her perineum, I could feel my chin covered in her juices, another wet, slippery, sticky sensation. I
forcefully parted her vulva, opening it completely, revealing the dark
depths of her vagina and her clitoris glistening with juices. I couldn't resist again, biting down on her, moving my tongue a couple of times,
gently sucking on her clitoris with a "whoosh whoosh" sound, as I drew in C's sticky juices
—still a faint, natural taste. After sucking, I put my mouth back on hers, our lips perfectly
sealed.

Stimulated in her genitals, C involuntarily leaned forward, trying to escape my mouth. I gestured for her to...
I spread her legs a little, and she obediently complied. Then, I released my hands from her buttocks and moved them to her waist.
I interlocked my fingers, pressing firmly against her waist, and pushed hard towards my mouth, my tongue
vibrating and constantly pressing against her clitoris. No matter how she struggled, I held her waist firmly with both hands, making her
unable to move.

C's emotions were aroused again. Because she was eager to enjoy herself, she began to lose focus again,
panting heavily with hot breath in her mouth, constantly moaning. She asked me in a soft, panting voice, "
Does your pussy smell good, sister?"

"Mmm, it's the most fragrant and slutty in the world, I love it so much."

"I love it like this. I'm so happy that you like licking my pussy so much, really, ah... If you like it ,
bite me as much as you want."

"But I'm not happy about it. When you go back, you'll have other men to share you with."

"No, silly, ah, ah, my husband won't do this to me."

"What if he asks?" I asked. "He asks, ah... I won't give in... ah...
From now on, my nectar will only satisfy you."

"When you make love with your husband in the future, remember this night, remember it every time."

"Hmm... how can I forget?"

I increased the intensity of my tongue's attack on C's clitoris. Her legs started trembling again. To get greater
stimulation, her whole body sank down, using her genitals to meet my stimulation. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as "she sat on my
mouth ." After a brief silence and a forceful downward slump, C came again. As soon as I heard
her moan "Ah... ah..." I quickly pulled my mouth back, observing the reaction of C's clitoris during her orgasm
.

Because I was holding her vagina in my mouth the first time she climaxed, I didn't see how she reacted down there. I didn't
expect seeing it now would reveal how beautiful her orgasm was. Her entire beautiful vulva was presented to me up close
. Because she was kneeling and crawling in a 69 position, her legs were spread wide, and the tendons at the junction of her thighs and labia
majora were prominent, making her look incredibly sexy. Between those tendons, her pubic hair, wet from the oral penetration
, clung to her full labia majora in one direction, while
her labia minora were licked open completely, almost touching the labia majora. With each moan, the muscles around her perineum and anus contracted violently.
Inside her visible vagina, the pink flesh opened and closed with each contraction. I thought that if my penis were inside her now
, I could definitely feel the spasms deep within her vagina.

Compared to her first orgasm, there wasn't as much discharge the second time, but with several moans and
contractions of her vaginal muscles, her vagina, which had been licked clean,
became . With each contraction, the juices slowly overflowed. Within seconds,
the folds of her clitoris and labia minora were covered in glistening nectar, like a rose after a rain, its petals
blooming , delicate and vibrant.

I extended my tongue and gently touched the folds covered in juice, the juices connecting with my tongue tip.
As I tilted my head back slightly and pushed her buttocks forward, my tongue, carrying a trace of glistening juice, separated from her clitoris. The juices broke off
about 3 or 4 centimeters away, one end bouncing back, the other flicking between my lips and chin.
C reached back, almost to the base of her thighs, and tried to
further . With a certain understanding, I knew her intention. Just as she began to open it, I
bit down again, sucking the nectar from the folds of C's vulva. It was the same feeling; it seemed like little, but
only when you actually "suck" did you realize how much moisture the sponge contained—it's hard to judge with the naked eye.
Without needing any more words, she spread her labia and let me lick them four or five times.

Within a minute, the climax subsided, and she got off me, saying seductively, "Go
rinse your mouth." I then noticed that her hair was soaked with sweat of excitement, her face flushed, and she looked beautiful.

"No need to rinse, I like the taste," I teased.

"Oh, it's dirty, silly," she said seriously.

"Didn't you keep saying you'd give it to me even if it was dirty the first time you came? Why have you changed your mind now?" I continued
to flirt with her.

She laughed, annoyed, and said in a lighthearted tone like a little girl, "Quick, rinse your mouth and I'll give you something even more
exciting." I got up and went to the sink, spitting out what was in my mouth. Although I felt like she had gushed out a lot,
it was just a feeling; it wasn't actually that much. Back in the room, she was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees. She looked at my erect
penis, then at me seductively, saying, "Oh, you're so amazing! I've already done it twice tonight,
I'm so tired. Let's go to sleep, it's so late." I knew she was teasing me, so I pounced on her, pinning her down,
and kneaded her breasts with both hands, saying, "Okay, go to sleep." "How can I sleep if you don't get off me?"
she giggled. "Just sleep like this, you sleep yours and I'll do mine."

I kissed her as I spoke—tongue kisses, nipples, collarbone, neck, earlobes, behind her ears. She
struggled repeatedly but was powerless. I pinched her nipples, my tongue twitching, sometimes sucking, sometimes gently biting. In just
a few minutes hear soft "mmm...mmm..." breaths coming from her nose.

"You're really good with women, no woman could possibly be reserved in your hands," she said.

"Aren't you the same? Any man would want a woman like you."

"I'm different. A woman can only attract a man when she has both good looks and good skills in bed. Women
age quickly, and maybe in a few years you won't want me anymore," she said.

"Actually, there's a way to make a woman look radiant every day, do you know what it is, sister?"

"What is it?"

"It's to have frequent orgasms. I saw your skin was quite rosy after your first time," I teased her.

She sighed helplessly and ignored me. I used my hand to explore C's honey hole. After a while of stimulation,
it became wet again. Although it wasn't overflowing, it was perfectly ready for penetration. She lay on the bed with her legs spread in
an M shape. I kissed her deeply while holding my penis and searching for her wet entrance. She responded to my kiss,
waiting for my entry. Although my penis is quite long, because C's labia minora are also quite long, after probing her entrance
for a few seconds, I found that this position was difficult to enter. Every time I tried to push in, the labia minora would
become an obstacle, making it not only difficult to enter but also painful for her.

I straightened up, grasped the back of her calves, lifted her feet, and pressed down, causing her entire buttocks
to lift slightly off the bed, forming a large M shape—a perfect missionary position.

C's vagina began to flow with lustful fluid, trickling down her vaginal opening to her perineum. I freed one hand,
grasped my penis, and repeatedly rubbed it against the area where her fluid had gathered, lubricating the glans. Soon, her juices
had spread over a large area, wet and sticky. C raised her hands above her head, slumped onto the pillow, her head
slightly tilted back, her brows tightly closed, panting softly as she writhed, anticipating my entry. From my angle,
her silhouette was exceptionally beautiful.

I continued to rub my penis against C's vaginal opening, her fluids overflowing, covering her entire opening
and my entire glans. Seeing her aroused like this, I felt a secret pleasure, thinking: for
women, the pleasure of sex can never be achieved through oral sex. Although it was a rather boring
topic , I couldn't help but ask, "Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm, comfortable, great, come in quickly."

"Such a big penis, aren't you afraid?" I laughed.

"Yes, be gentle."

"It's okay, I'm ugly, but I'm gentle," I joked.

She chuckled. "Come in,"

I was once again aroused, and flirted with her, "Who are you talking about?"

"Little brother, give it to your sister, oh...it hurts, it's so itchy down there."

"Don't listen to little brother, I want to hear something else."

She continued with a dazed look, "What do you want to hear?" "

Guess .

" "Lover?"

"No."

"Best male friend?"

"Hey no, those terms are so unfriendly," I said.

"Then what do you want to hear?" She was both uncomfortable and unable to get what I wanted from my teasing, and she looked feigned anger.

"Call me husband," I said, kneading her breasts.

She gasped, "You pervert, how could you do this? It's so cruel."

I quickened the rubbing of her vulva, teasing her perineum with my penis—it was so slippery. I'd use every trick in the book to get what I
wanted to hear .

"Sister, are you feeling really uncomfortable right now? You're burning with desire, you must want to put it out quickly, right?" Actually,
I regretted asking that question as soon as it left my mouth. She had already reached orgasm twice and didn't need my control anymore.
But I had once again underestimated the wolfish lust of a 36-year-old woman.

"Ah, hurry up, do it to me, come in, it's good," she pleaded.

"I want to hear you call me 'husband,' hurry up, baby," I said urgently.

"You call me 'sister,' I call you 'husband,' that's incestuous."

"I love incest with you," I insisted, "because you're so sexy, so alluring from head to toe."

With the stimulation of words and body, C gradually lost her mind. She suddenly grabbed my forearm
, struggling to lift her head, and said, "Husband, come in quickly, use your penis to fuck me." Having achieved my goal, I was also
burning . With a gentle thrust, the entire head of my penis entered her honeypot, a warm sensation coursing through my body.

She let out a soft "Ah..." and bit her lip, her head suddenly slamming onto the pillow, her eyes extremely glazed.
Seeing her expectant gaze beginning to contort, I leaned forward sharply, facing her, my body
almost parallel to hers. At the same time, I adjusted her legs to my arms, supporting myself on either side of her
fragrant shoulders , assuming a wild M-shape. C's buttocks were lifted off the bed, her honeypot almost directly
facing the ceiling. Because it was already very lubricated, I thrust downwards forcefully, and her "
little mouth , all the way to the very root. With my 15-centimeter-long, thick penis inside her, she must have
felt incredibly good.

C let out an almost screaming "Ah..." When I reached the deepest part of her flower, I stopped
, leaving it completely inside, savoring the feeling of my penis being enveloped by her lustful vagina.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her lips slightly parted, and she exhaled a long, deep breath, her body struggling
to adjust to my sudden thrust. C's vagina wasn't tight enough, lacking a strong sense of containment; this was clearly felt in the instant I penetrated
her . The slight looseness of her vagina
contrasted sharply with her elastic, sexy buttocks, likely due to over a decade of being fucked and having given birth.

I remember with my 17 previous partners, when I entered in this position, I could feel the
closed layers of her vagina being gradually breached, eventually reaching her clitoris. However, with C, I
felt none of that. Perhaps it was because I entered too forcefully, or perhaps it was too slippery to be
felt ; who knows? I prefer to accept the fact that she's no longer a young girl.

Although there wasn't a strong sense of containment, the depths of C's vagina were still soft and warm, instantly
melting . That's the allure of a woman; that magical place is irresistible to men. My first time with
a 36-year-old woman.

"Ah...so good, so big, be gentle," I
said, as we started thrusting slowly. "

Mmm, ah, just be careful."

"Sister, you're so sexy, I can't handle it."

"You have to pull out before you ejaculate," she replied.

"Can I give you oral sex?" I asked with a wicked grin.

"No, absolutely not, ah, ah." While enjoying the pleasure, she showed a little
assertiveness, brooking no negotiation.

"But you just sprayed your nectar twice into my mouth."

Her eyes were glazed, her brows slightly furrowed, and she breathed softly. Hearing my words, a
blush . "You're so annoying," she said shyly, her breath coming in short gasps, "You are you, and I am me, ah... ah..."

A good woman brings a man pleasure not only physically but also psychologically. I like C; she's
cute and gives me both physical and psychological satisfaction. I enjoy it
when yet still tries her best to argue with me, but I'll
quickly and forcefully thrust into her a few times when she's just started talking or halfway through, tightening my penis and changing angles to stimulate her G-spot and penetrate deep into her flower.
At this moment, the adorable girl is often drowned out by her own helpless moans before she can finish speaking. After this wave
of thrusts subsides, she comes back to her senses, and continues arguing with me with a hint of satisfaction and shyness. For example:

"Zheng, your cock is so big, I feel completely filled up, I've never felt like this before."

"Then how about I come to Hefei to see you every weekend?"

"No, my family is all there, I can't come out."

"I only want you during the day, you can say you're working or shopping." "No, that's too dangerous."

"Okay?" I increased the force of my thrusts

... splitting the line...

"No, we're in the same city... ah... um... oh so good... ah... ah... oh..." The thrusting gradually
slowed down...

"Okay, sister?" I increased the force again.

"You're crazy, ah... um... ah... ah... oh... oh... my lower body is so sore." Similar scenes
played out one after another that night. The feeling of having a woman under my control was so good.

C was a woman like water, with my continuous piston-like movements, five shallow and one deep, nine straight and one oblique, and sometimes
forceful thrusts that swallowed her completely, her lower body was overflowing with white fluid, flowing down her anus onto the sheets. We changed
positions , from the bed to the sofa, then to the chaise lounge, and finally to the computer desk, leaving C's marks everywhere. She said I
had been lifting her legs the whole time, and she was tired, asking to let them rest. When I entered her from behind, that scene is
unforgettable.

I pulled my penis out of her vagina, and she got off the table, walked to the bedside, knelt on the edge, her full buttocks sticking up
high, her beautiful legs spread as wide as possible... Mature women are different. Girls I knew before wouldn't spread their legs willingly when I entered them from
behind ; I had to ask them to, and they would only spread them hesitantly. But C,
I must say, she really understands men. Looking at her raised buttocks under the light, her thick, dark vulva, and
the white fluid smeared on her vaginal opening and anus, I had a real urge to fuck her to death and possess her forever.

I stood by the bed, watching this scene, holding my penis, stimulating her precious private parts up and down.
She cooperated again, freeing one hand to spread her buttocks apart to assist my entry.

Finally, amidst her moans of "Ahhh," "Please," and "No," I ejaculated.
As she requested, I didn't ejaculate inside her. The entire encounter lasted nearly 40 minutes. After that, there was no further
activity that night. I held her from behind, and we both fell into a deep sleep…

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw her leaning against the pillow watching TV, the volume very low, not waking me. I thought to myself, she's a
thoughtful woman. Sometime during the night, she was already wearing the same sexy bodysuit she wore last night, her plump, long
white legs crossed, her hair slightly damp, indicating she had showered. A lit cigarette was between her fingers,
her palm slightly turned outwards—a very feminine sight. Seeing me open my eyes, she smiled.

"You're awake?" she asked.

"Yeah, did you sleep well last night?" I asked in return.

"Yes, I slept very soundly," she replied.

"Is it thanks to me? Haha," I said, getting up to sit parallel to her.

"Ugh, but you're pretty amazing, you really put me to work last night.

" "Tired? Not the feeling of being completely relaxed?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, I feel so relaxed," she answered honestly.

I reached out and stroked her legs, gently caressing her breasts, and she obediently offered no resistance. I pulled back the covers,
showing her my erect penis, swollen from morning. She was a little embarrassed after our passion, but still stunned by its
size .

"It's so exaggerated, like a tent." She stubbed out her cigarette, maintaining a shy smile, gently biting her lip,
her eyes fixed on my penis, and as she spoke, she got up to try and stroke it.

"Want to have one last intimate moment before you leave?" I asked wickedly.

She glanced at me, didn't speak, and continued, "Is this every morning?" Since she didn't object,
I took it as agreement.

After quickly washing up, I returned to her side and gestured for her to lie down beside the bed. There was no woman more obedient than C.
She obediently lay down with a pillow under her buttocks, her legs naturally spreading apart. I knelt down along the edge of the bed,
between her legs, pinching her calves and pressing them back forcefully, exposing her genitals to me once again in an exaggerated manner
. I buried my face in that most private place and smelled it. The crotch of her lace panties emitted a very faint, unusual odor,
unlike the natural freshness of last night. I guessed it was
the scent .

"Does it smell, darling?" she asked, her voice coming from another direction.

"No, just as alluring as last night."

I opened my mouth and gently enveloped her crotch, which was covered by her panties, slowly moving and exhaling warm breath. She reacted
quickly; I could almost hear her soft moan as soon as my mouth touched hers. Soon, without any
communication , she reached over and pulled her crotch open from the side, revealing her full, sexy vulva once again. The entire periphery of C's
vulva was dry, with a honey-like sheen of fluid near her perineum.
Tiny strands of fluid were smeared along the side where she had pulled down her panties, presumably from the pre-existing fluid on her panties, which had been wiped around her vulva as she pulled them open
—extremely alluring. After last night, I was used to her actions and wasn't
surprised .

She said gently, "Honey, lick me." Then she looked up at me. I gently
wiped the area where her fluid had gathered with the tip of my tongue, meeting her gaze. I knew she enjoyed this feeling of being loved. I
asked her, "Why are you being so proactive?" She said, "I know what you men like. Don't you men all like women who seem reserved but are actually incredibly alluring? So I want to show you
my best side during this last chance." I didn't speak, continuing to lick her genitals passionately, until it became increasingly slippery and abundant. She continued , "Actually, when I woke up this morning, I knew you'd still want it, so I put on some sexy lingerie so you could experience it in a different way. Do you like the feeling of me pulling it open from the side?" I continued to kiss her lower mouth deeply, and she obediently whispered in agreement. "Don't say I like it, I'd love to do this to you every day," I said. "Hehe, you men are quite interesting. You definitely wouldn't have this kind of feeling for your own wives, but why are you so obsessed with other men 's wives? It's practically limitless," she laughed. "Will you still be like this after you get married?" After last night's passion, our conversation became much less intimate, and we quietly savored the lingering tenderness . She obediently spread her legs, pulling her panties open from the side, allowing my tongue to penetrate deeply again and again until a thin stream of fluid sprayed into my mouth. She bent over, letting me fuck her like a beast, until I ejaculated again.

Her soft breasts.

She left, without giving me anything. She believed in fate, saying we'd meet again if we were meant to. Now,
more than half a year later, I still deeply miss her. Even though I've been with other women in between, her charm remains
unforgettable.

To: My unforgettable one-night stand, my queen, my C.

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