The eldest sister's gushing vaginal fluid

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While showering, my mind was filled with the steamy, passionate scene that was about to unfold. I thought about the fair-skinned woman outside
, still naked, and wondered what the point of just fantasizing was. I needed to get out and keep her company. I quickly dried myself off, wrapped a towel around myself, and went out. I saw the woman lying on another bed (I'd just wet one of her clothes), half her white shoulder exposed, leaning against the pillow. Her still-damp hair smelled of hotel shampoo. A towel lay on the bedside table. It seemed she was definitely naked. Damn, she was so tempting! I made up my mind that today, no matter what, I had to have her, even if it meant forcing myself.
I went over to her and asked, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?" She said, "Much better, thank you for your comfort."
I added, "My clothes are all wet. It seems I can only stay here with you; I can't go back.
" She said, "I'm sorry, because I got your clothes all wet." I said, "It's alright, it's my honor to take care of you."
The older sister smiled at me but didn't say anything. I gently lifted one side of the blanket and slipped inside. Then I removed the bath towel and threw it on the bedside table. The older sister didn't object to me coming under her blanket. Now we were both like dry tinder, just waiting for my burning passion to melt her.
I tried to get closer to the older sister, slowly moving towards her body under the blanket. My rough buttocks touched the older sister's smooth, white buttocks first. The older sister was touched by me, and she glanced at me, her eyes seeming... A little shy, she gently shifted her body away and said, "It's late, let's go to sleep," then quickly turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
What did that mean? Should I continue? Did she not want anything to do with me? I thought for less than a minute before finally coming up with a reasonable explanation: she must be shy. That must be it. I couldn't control myself any longer; my penis was already rock hard.
I rolled over and pressed myself against her, hugging her tightly, and said to her affectionately, "Sister Lin, you're so beautiful, I like you very much." Then I started kissing her. She said, "Xiao Chen, please don't do this, I know you're very good to me, but I..." Before she could finish, my lips were on hers. I used my clumsy kissing skills, kissing her lips frantically.
She gradually lost her resistance, and my tongue penetrated deep into her mouth. My tongue touched her wet, slippery little tongue—damn, the feeling was so soft and smooth! I then took the opportunity to touch her two tender, smooth breasts. The feel was truly first-rate. She let out soft moans. My mouth moved to her fragrant breasts, and I lovingly licked her nipples with my tongue.
The nipples felt so tender; someone who hasn't had children will always feel like a young girl. It was so different from those that you pay for. I teased her by sucking on her nipples, and her moans gradually grew louder. I reached out and touched her vulva; it was already very wet. I brought my hand to my nose and smelled it; there was no strange odor.
I've heard that vaginal fluid is edible, but I've never tried it. Although I occasionally seek out some paid entertainment, how can I feel safe eating melamine-tainted water and milk in cities? I slowly moved my body downwards, my mouth touching a small tuft of hair, finally reaching the core area. I had seen her vagina before, a white and tender bun-shaped vagina with not much hair. I stuck out my tongue and licked her vulva.　　The legendary taste of vaginal fluid was nothing special. I gently parted her vulva and licked the tender tip of her vagina with my tongue. The moment my tongue touched it, her legs clamped around my head, and she let out a soft "Ah!" It seemed she was quite sensitive there. I groped for a pillow and placed it under her buttocks; this angle made it easier to work from, as my neck was sore.
My tongue stirred inside the tender flesh of her vagina, and as her moans grew louder, I felt more and more accomplished, not letting up on my mouth at all. Just then, a phone rang, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the room. I was annoyed; who would call at this crucial moment? It was my older sister's phone ringing.
My older sister's phone was in her bag. I could only hear the direction of the ringing. She turned on the bedside lamp, and I saw her up close—still so perfect. I couldn't even see any black fungus, let alone any fleshy parts. It was like a steamed bun; the two halves of white flesh parted to reveal pink, tender flesh inside. This was the kind of exquisite vagina you only occasionally see in pictures on adult websites. I subjectively ignored the ringing of her phone and was about to continue my assault.
But then she shifted her body, got out of bed, ran to the table, opened her bag, pulled out her phone, glanced at the screen, and answered the call with a somewhat displeased expression. Perhaps she accidentally touched it, but it was on speakerphone.
Older sister: "Hello, why are you calling me? Didn't we already end it?"
Other person: "Um, well, actually, I don't want it to end yet."　　The other party: Actually, it's like this, she's pregnant with my child. I had no choice but to do this for the sake of the child. But how could I not have feelings for you after all these years together? I still love you.
The older woman: Oh, congratulations then. I'm not capable of having a child for you, but someone else has.
The other party: I have another house outside, you can live there. I'll come to see you often. After she gives birth, I'll find a chance to divorce her and then remarry you, okay?
The older woman: Oh, the mistress has become the wife! I've become the mistress! You're such a bastard!
After hanging up, the older woman immediately turned off her phone.
All the passion from before was gone. The phone call was interrupted, and after the older sister finished speaking, she started sobbing again. I watched her naked on the phone, still feeling a surge of excitement, my penis still rock hard. But her crying brought me back to my senses. I got out of bed, helped her back to the bed, and comforted her under the covers. I went to the bathroom, feeling somewhat helpless.
My neglected penis was now semi-erect, and all my initial passion had faded. The older sister cried again, and she was furious at what her husband said on the phone. He'd brought a mistress home and even wanted to support his divorced wife as a mistress—shameless!
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my older sister burying her head in the blanket and crying. I crawled under the blanket and hugged her from behind, warming her trembling body with my hot body. Gradually, her crying subsided and then she stopped crying altogether. Our bodies pressed tightly together, her head resting on my arm, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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