That Night in Beijing

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In August 2015, on a weekend when the smog had cleared, I arrived in Beijing on another business trip, burdened with work commitments. For two consecutive weeks, I tirelessly repeated the experience of most people coming to Beijing for business – shuttling between hotels, potential partners, government departments, and dinners, meeting, negotiating, and pleading… On Friday morning of the second week, the other party finally signed the relevant cooperation agreement, and the government's willingness to invest was officially put on paper. The signing process was fraught with difficulties but generally went smoothly. After the last dinner that evening, Ms. Xu suggested that two of her subordinates accompany me for a stroll near Houhai. To be honest, I wasn't very interested in her suggestion. I had already hosted celebrations in similar places many times during my previous trips to Beijing. I could name a few of the best bands in Houhai and the best double-skin milk pudding in Nanluoguxiang. Besides, I had other plans in mind, and it wouldn't be convenient for anyone to accompany me to the places I wanted to go. So, citing fatigue, I expressed my gratitude and politely declined Mr. Xu's offer. Back at the hotel, after resting and freshening up, I went downstairs before 9 pm, took a taxi, and went alone to the Mix nightclub in Gongti. A friend from Beijing recommended Mix, saying that the area around Gongti is one of the gathering places for Beijing's wealthy second-generation elites, especially Mix. Sure enough, like most high-end nightclubs in China, every molecule of air inside was filled with money, passion, hunger, and desire. The difference was that Mix was even more so; Mix had more sexy women, and the air was filled with stronger perfume. Looking around, it was bustling with people, in twos and threes, in groups of eight or nine. Even the smallest table had at least three or four people. For someone like me, coming alone, sitting at a small round table seemed lonely and pathetic, while sitting at the bar with the intention of picking up girls would be too obvious. But I had no other choice, so I chose a seat near the bar, far from the dance floor, in a dimmer spot. However, fate had other plans; this choice led me to this woman and this unforgettable experience. She is around 168cm tall, with a well-proportioned and curvy figure, but her bust is relatively small, estimated to be only a B cup.Her hair was medium-length, just below her shoulders, styled in loose waves. A low-cut V-neck club dress perfectly accentuated her not-so-full bust and highlighted her cleavage. Her stiletto heels further enhanced her rounded hips and long, shapely legs, making them appear flawless. She wore light makeup, carried a small fuchsia shoulder bag with a gold chain, and crossed her legs, gazing at the dance floor and her glasses. Her body swayed gently to the music. Everything about her made my blood boil; to be precise, I wanted her. If we hadn't met in this setting, my first impression of her would have been that of an elegant, well-bred woman. For the half hour before I spoke to her, I pretended to be aware of my surroundings while sipping my unfamiliar, fake liquor, all the while secretly observing her. Although she was alone during this short time, simply drinking, playing on her phone, and glancing at the dance floor, I didn't know what was going on. My mind raced: Was she alone? Was she waiting for a friend? Was her friend arriving or already on the dance floor? Would it be awkward to talk to her, or would it cause unnecessary conflict with other men? She seemed to notice my actions, glancing at me several times, but her face remained expressionless. I was also shy, and each eye contact with her lasted no more than a second. I've never been a proactive person since reaching sexual maturity, and in this situation, while my blood was boiling, I was actually conflicted and hesitant. It took me several minutes to finally struggle and take that crucial first step. The bartender at the mix bar was a beautifully made-up woman with delicate features, a sexy figure, and a tattoo on her inner arm. I called her over and told her that I would pay for the drinks of the lady to my left starting with the next one. The woman understood, gave me a wicked smile, and told me that she was alone when she sat down, and after a while, no one else was there either, so she must have come alone. With a sudden sense of relief, I looked at her. She probably noticed something too, glancing at me again, still expressionless, and our eye contact lasted no more than a second. Finally, she ordered another drink. Finally, she learned something new. Finally, she started looking in my direction. At that moment, though I felt a little awkward, I met her gaze and gave a stiff smile; she, however, was generous, nodding slightly and returning a sweet smile, which melted my heart. I must explain that I'm not a proactive person. Although I've slept with 17 girls since my freshman year, most were girlfriends and a few were casual acquaintances. Girlfriends are replaceable, and I already knew my casual acquaintances, so I never felt awkward. But tonight was different. Alone in Beijing, the pressure of two weeks of work, my lust was overwhelming, and I needed a one-night stand to release that pressure. It was my first time, so I felt extremely unnatural and awkward. The short conversation and the rest of the night began with her mouthing a "thank you" from two or three seats away. After a few more words, because the music was too loud to communicate, I moved to sit next to her, and we continued chatting like that. I couldn't hear her clearly, so I leaned close to her ear and spoke, feeling the warmth and faint fragrance emanating from her smooth neck. For a moment, I had an urge to tear her legs apart and smell if her most precious place smelled as alluring. She didn't resist this way of communicating; she was poised and natural. Occasionally, my breath tickled her, causing her to shrink back slightly, then she would giggle and lean closer to listen. I need to explain my impulse: although I'm not proactive, I have a high tolerance for novelty and try new things. Of the 17 women I've had sex with, only the first 5 or 6 didn't reach orgasm with my tongue. Later, as my technique improved and I became more adventurous, my subsequent partners were all brought to a frenzy of pleasure and orgasm by my tongue and various positions. Even two married women, who were willing to betray their husbands, said they wanted me to use my mouth to rekindle their past feelings, saying that only I wouldn't be so demanding. If it weren't for the thought of having an unprotected penis constantly probing their honeypots, I would gladly oblige. Getting back to the point, after we started chatting, I learned her name was C, she was from Anhui, and like me, she was in Beijing on a business trip but either lived in Japan or in China. She planned to go back over the weekend and came out on Friday to relax. Looking closer, I realized she wasn't actually that young; I probably hadn't noticed before because of the lighting. Later, she told me she was 36 (a full six years older than me), married, and had a six-year-old child. She ordered several cocktails, sipping them slowly, while I, preoccupied with the wicked thought of having sex with her, controlled my alcohol intake. She was cute, asking why I didn't drink more. I said I had things to do that evening. She said who would come to a nightclub alone with something so obvious, thinking I was making it up. Around midnight, she was slightly drunk. I asked her where she was staying, and she said a hotel near the West Fourth Ring Road, quite far from the Workers' Stadium. She asked where I was staying, and I said Guomao. She then said my place was closer, making it easier for me to get back later. One sentence, yet it contained a lot of information. At midnight on Friday, the music at the mix was getting increasingly energetic, and the whole place was buzzing with excitement. She pulled me along and said, "Let's dance, we'll go after a while." Hearing she was leaving, I felt disappointed. I really wanted her to stay and come back to the hotel with me, but I didn't dare say it. I led her to the edge of the dance floor, hugged her, gently stroked her shoulder, and slowly danced away. Overall, her figure was really amazing. A married woman, having given birth, she was shapely and graceful. What I couldn't resist was when she let me hug her waist from behind. Her rounded buttocks would sometimes thrust back and sometimes rub against me, constantly stimulating my penis. I was burning with desire and gradually felt aroused. I said, "C, can you stop messing around like this?" She turned around and smiled gently, "What did I do to you?" Then she intensified her actions. I said, "If you keep messing around, I'll tear you apart and eat you!" She teased me, her back to me, "I'm not afraid. How would you eat me?" My hand slid down her waist, landing on her plump buttocks. My fingers gently slid down towards the bottom of her buttocks, then slowly parted them. I whispered close to her ear, "Tear this apart and eat it." The DJ changed the music, and as the original music faded, I suddenly turned her around, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her fiercely. She wasn't surprised, just smiled gently, said, "Let's go?" and turned to leave the dance floor. I caught up with her, feigning ignorance: "Where are you going?" She said, "I don't know, I have other colleagues at my hotel." I teased her, "I have colleagues at my hotel too, the three of us came to Beijing together." She took a breath, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes: "Okay then, I'll go back, thank you for the drink." When we got to the bar, seeing she wasn't saying anything, I said, "Come on, I'll take you, your hotel isn't far anyway, it's in the CBD." She glared at me: "You're so annoying." She handed me her coat, turned and walked out of the store. I followed behind her, carefully observing this charming woman. Her body was graceful, her movements measured, each step forward possessing an inner strength and beauty. Her legs were supple, springing forward with each step, her hands gently tracing an arc as she moved, her waist swaying like a willow branch, a perfect combination, every gesture exuding the elegance of a woman. After getting in the car, we didn't speak. She was slightly drunk, leaning quietly against me. I held her hand tightly, looking at the diamond ring on her finger. We entered the room, she went first, I followed. I turned to lock the door, and she stood behind me. When I turned back, she was smiling, but also seemed to be holding back something, looking at me without a trace of unease or shyness. "How much do you want me?" she asked. Because of the previous groundwork, I relaxed a lot and said, "The first moment I saw you tonight, I wanted to devour you whole." She gave a soft "tsk": "Who said I was going to give myself to you?" I spread my hands, grinning, and said, "Do you know what it means to be a lamb thrown to the slaughter? This room is soundproofed too well; you can scream your lungs out and no one will come to save you." She smiled and walked up to me, her delicate hands around my neck. I turned around abruptly, pushed her against the door, and began to kiss her passionately. In the midst of the passionate kiss, I freed my hand and pulled down her V-neck dress, revealing her entire breasts. To my surprise, she was wearing a deep V-neck black bodysuit underneath. I kissed her frantically, her earlobes, neck, shoulders, and chest. Her breathing began to change, from slow to rapid, accompanied by soft moans. I frantically kneaded her pair of snow-white breasts and plump buttocks. Due to the surge of adrenaline, my hands trembled, sometimes pinching her nipples with my fingers, sometimes teasing them with my tongue, my fingers roaming between her anus and vulva through her panties. Her breathing became rapid, her moans intensified, her legs began to clamp together, and she made soft "ah...ah..." sounds. Two minutes later... "Ugh, let me go," she suddenly pushed me away, saying, "You're making me feel so uncomfortable." I teased her while sucking on her fragrant tongue, "Where does it hurt? I'll make you hate me even more later." She pushed me away again, softly scolding, "Can't you see for yourself...ah...ah...?" I continued to kiss her, my hands constantly rubbing her genitals, and her previously clamped legs unconsciously parted slightly. He knelt down and unfastened one of her shoes, taking the opportunity to lift her legs and brace them against the wall by the door. One hand continued to knead her buttocks, while the other reached for her warmest, wetter spot. Her toes were beautiful, her skin white, her nails glossy. He casually touched her crotch, the crotch of her silk lingerie.Slippery, sticky fluid had already seeped out. As my fingers circled her vulva through her panties, I could feel the other side of her crotch was already soaked and slippery. I said breathlessly, "Baby, pull your panties down from the side." She obediently reached down, "Call me sister, I like it." "Ah...ah...good, you're really bullying me," "You bad boy, don't put your fingers inside, you haven't washed your hands, women are prone to infection." My fingers remained circling the outside of her vulva, obeying her, not penetrating the center. C's vulva had begun to open, the outer edge of which was covered with a thick layer of vaginal fluid from the rubbing and playing with my fingers, feeling sticky. Her cheeks were flushed, she was panting heavily, and said with a hint of shyness, "Didn't you just say you wanted to eat me?" I said, "Now, sister? I haven't even showered, how can I eat you?" She glanced at me, "I showered before going to the nightclub, it's only been 4 hours, and I'm still this wet because of you, whether I showered or not doesn't matter." I know that women in their 30s are like wolves and in their 40s like tigers. A 36-year-old woman, teased like this, absolutely cannot hide her inner hunger. She seemed to be casually hinting at me, but I guessed that she was actually crying out in her heart: Please hurry up and lick my pussy, I can't take it anymore. You can bite me however you want, I'll cooperate with whatever position you want, as long as your mouth and tongue are pressed tightly against my honey pot. I've showered, so it won't be very dirty down there. Hearing her lewd encouragement, I couldn't hold back either. I knelt down, nodded to the side in front of her spread thighs, and kissed her private parts. C was leaning against the door, her left foot on the wall, her right foot on the ground. The neckline of her skirt was pulled up past her abdomen. Her left hand went around her left buttock and used her little finger and ring finger to hook open the crotch of her panties. At the same time, her index and middle fingers were also trying to pry open her slightly turned-out red honey pot on the same side of the crotch. Her right hand held up one corner of her skirt to facilitate my teasing. To be honest, I've slept with 17 girlfriends and playmates, all younger than me. Young girls are always reserved; they'd beg for ages to get even the slightly more intimate positions. So, perhaps thanks to watching adult videos, I developed a "married woman complex" early on, liking women who actively seduce men. Today I met C, who's six years older than me—it's a stroke of luck, I had to make the best of it. And she was standing in front of me in this position, so suggestive, her pleading words exactly what I wanted. How could I not try my best to make her enjoy herself? Because of the position, I couldn't see C's vagina clearly, so I had to grope my way in. The first time I touched it, my tongue enveloped her clitoris and half of her opening. She let out a long "Ah!" and her raised and lowered legs trembled. After about ten seconds, I withdrew my tongue, which was covered in her vaginal fluid. But she had washed herself before leaving, so there was really no odor, just a faint scent of soap. The deeper I reached, the heavier the nectar became, almost like it could be pulled into strands. After licking it a few times, the nectar from C's vulva was completely cleaned. Then, I only used the tip of my tongue to repeatedly tease her most sensitive clitoris. In reality, even the most lustful woman wouldn't squirt like in pornographic novels, where she squirts as soon as I bite her. The truth is: for the first minute or two, she'll be in ecstasy, her mind blank, and sweet nectar overflowing. But after a few more licks, that feeling will wear off, and she won't feel so good anymore. The nectar will gradually decrease, and it will take a long time for her sensation to slowly return. C pushed my head away and said, "I'm tired standing like this, and besides, I feel it's not hygienic for you to do this. Let's go take a shower first." I pretended to be surprised: "What? You've already been sucked dry and you're saying it's not hygienic for me? Who's the bad guy here? It's okay, there's no smell down there, I like it." But she insisted that this position was tiring and that she should take a shower first. I could only compromise, saying, "It's such a waste to wash off such sweet honey after you've finally tasted it. What if it's gone after you wash it off?" She smiled helplessly, put her leg down, and pushed me towards the bed, saying, "Pervert, just don't complain about it later." Then, noticing my swollen penis, she added, "It must be uncomfortable too, right? Should I help you release it first?" Actually, I really wanted to, but… I started smoking and drinking in middle school, slept with various girlfriends and friends in college, indulging in unrestrained sex, and after starting work, I had a lot of social engagements, didn't get enough rest, and was in poor health. I'm no longer that "11 times a night" guy. Luckily, I've maintained a healthy body since I was little, and now, when I'm in good shape, I can still manage 3 or 4 times, so I'm not completely defeated in front of my female companions. After hearing C ask this, I said, "I didn't shower before going to the bar." "Okay, then help me unzip my skirt, let's go together," she said.We stripped each other naked. Seventeen naked women had once graced my bedside, the oldest of whom was only 26. They were so young and vibrant then, their skin so firm and smooth, their buttocks as delicate as mutton fat, their labia pink and tender, the nectar flowing from them crystal clear, irresistible. Now, at 36, she stood naked before me, her back to me, slightly bent over, her pubic hair barely visible, adjusting the clothes I had just removed… I looked at her; even without her skirt and high heels, her figure was still so voluptuous and tall. Her skin wasn't overly fair, no longer the bright, radiant glow of a young girl's. Her breasts were larger and firmer than I had expected, at least a C cup. In the room's light, I realized that her C cup breasts, like a young girl's, had small areolas and still relatively pink nipples. I walked up to her, intending to hug her from behind. I guess my penis slipped into her butt crack, because she startled and straightened up, turning her head to me shyly, saying, "So eager?" Actually, I wasn't in a hurry. I just wanted to savor her properly. Tonight, I wanted to at least give her oral sex once before considering my own feelings. I hugged her, looking closely at the skin of her neck and back. Even with a figure that would drive most men with a woman-woman complex crazy, she was no longer young. C's skin was average, similar to all my female colleagues in their early thirties, indicating she took good care of herself. But upon closer inspection, I could still see a few fine lines on her neck and back. Her voluptuous, sexy buttocks were definitely her most alluring asset. If her buttocks were given a perfect score, her neck and back would only get a 70. She nudged me hard with her buttocks and said, "Let's go." After a quick shower, we came out of the glass shower and went to the bathroom sink. I hugged her from behind, and in the mirror, I gently shook and kneaded her well-proportioned breasts. We looked at each other in the mirror. Her eyes were occasionally glazed over, as if she too was quietly enjoying this peaceful moment. She brushed her teeth, then picked up my men's skincare products to groom herself. Throughout the process, I kept massaging her breasts and healthy, full buttocks. Compared to her fleshy legs, her buttocks were on the larger side, but not excessively so, perfectly proportioned to her figure, close to the proportions of European and American women. Because she had been married, perhaps because her husband had been very sexually active, or perhaps because she had given birth, her thighs weren't completely closed, cleverly concealing that small slit of flesh, which was incredibly alluring. I grabbed her breast with my left hand, pinching her nipple hard, while my right fingers probed inside her pubic hair. Anyone with experience in finger sex knows that when a man stands behind a woman, and she is standing upright, it's more difficult to insert fingers from behind than from the front, or rather, it's more pleasurable for a woman from the front. So I chose the front. She felt it coming quickly; in just a few minutes, the tingling sensation she felt when she came out of the shower had returned to its sticky, slippery state. Accompanied by her soft moans and dazed eyes, I inserted my fingers. Like all women, the depths of her G-spot were warm and slippery. When I touched her rough G-spot, she let out a long moan, "Ah…" and her body tried to sink down. "No…no…wait…wait a minute," I supported her, lifting her left leg and placing her left foot on the toilet seat. I repeatedly stimulated her G-spot, inserting a few times and then sucking on it, repeating this. "You like my taste so much?" she asked. I didn't answer. She leaned against me, panting softly, her eyes slightly open, watching this stimulating scene in the mirror, constantly panting and biting her lower lip. I thought, she probably hadn't done this with her husband in a very long time. This went on for less than five minutes. With a cessation of moans, she pushed my hand away, her fingers sliding out of her vagina. Then she lowered her left foot from the toilet seat, placing both feet on the floor. She turned back to me, looking at me seductively, and asked in a provocative tone, "When we were dancing, you said you wanted to eat me, is that...like this?" She laid a towel on the sink, raised her right leg, and propped it up on the towel, leaning forward and turning her head to look at me. I was stunned by her flirtatious behavior, my mind blank for several seconds. I never expected this woman to be so uninhibited, so seductive, so understanding of men's hearts. (With her permission, I took a precious photo.) Faced with this unexpected scene, my legs went weak, and I knelt down. I knelt behind her, parted her buttocks, and shamelessly probed inside with my tongue. Because her legs weren't very tight to begin with, and she even spread them apart herself, exposing her entire anus and vulva, I only needed to gently pry them open to reveal her labia majora and minora, exposing the pink, moist flesh inside. I licked her vulva with abandon, and she cooperated by using her right hand to spread her buttocks, allowing my tongue to penetrate even deeper. Afterwards, whenever I thought about that seductive and wanton scene, I always felt that this kind of young woman needed sex the most. In fact, she knew how dirty her vulva was, but she still wanted a man to use his mouth on her, perhaps to test whether this man was a perfect one-night stand, so perfect that it drove her crazy. When she felt that a man could bite her most private, sensitive, and unhygienic body parts without any scruples, she would often give the man a greater reward. I have a wide tongue, so when I was facing her vulva directly, I couldn't penetrate too deeply. Turning my head to let my tongue meet her vulva allowed me to go in, but it was tiring and made it difficult to breathe. C spread her legs as wide as possible, withdrew her hands that had been spreading her buttocks, bent down, and buried her head between her forearms, which were supporting her on the washbasin. I licked harder and harder, each time sweeping over her clitoris, lifting my head up, and probing my tongue into her honey hole along the slit. Then I held the end of her slit near her anus in my mouth, using my tongue to extend and vibrate inside her honey hole. After a few seconds, I would gently suck, then sweep over her anus, repeating this process over and over again.She was very obedient, trying her best to respond to my rhythm with moans, her head buried in her arms, constantly making "ah, ah" sounds of enjoyment that echoed in the small bathroom. "Ah...good, little brother, you're making me feel so good, so exciting, I can't live without you anymore, with you, I can be a happy woman, ah...please fuck me hard, ah...ah...I know you like the taste of my pussy, right, ah oh...I'll give you all the water from my pussy and my slit. I'm very clean, you know, I've only been with one man, ah um...why do you like licking my pussy so much? You like married women, don't you mind the water from my pussy? Oh...um...when we were on the dance floor you said you wanted to eat me, I knew you wanted me to do this position, right? Fuck me with your tongue, I'll give you everything tonight...um...um...my own lover hasn't even tasted my water many times, tonight I'll give you as much as you want, as long as you don't mind, ah..." It was entirely her monologue. Accompanied by her frantic verbal stimulation, I lost control too. I released my hands from her buttocks and moved directly to her vulva, using my thumbs to pry it open to the point where any further would cause her pain, and began to suckle her vulva with abandon. Time passed unnoticed, and suddenly, I felt something pressing against my chin. I pulled my head out from between her buttocks and saw that one of her hands, which had been resting on the sink, was free, and she was fiddling with her clitoris. Her middle finger, painted with light pink nail polish, was rapidly fiddling with her clitoris; the sight was too beautiful to bear… I knew she was about to come! I pushed her onto the bed. Although it only took a few seconds to get from the bathroom to the bed, to prevent her from losing sensation, I kept my fingers inside her vulva, constantly stimulating her G-spot. She was pushed onto the bed, lying on her back. I removed my fingers, placed two pillows under her buttocks, and told her to spread her legs in an M-shape, which she obediently did. Then I immediately put my mouth on her again, pressing her into an even more exaggerated M shape in a 69 position, and took the opportunity to put my long-suppressed penis into her mouth. She sucked on it for a while, not very focused. I understood her; like the final preparations before a volcanic eruption, she needed to concentrate all her energy on enjoying this moment I was giving her, without distraction, to welcome the climax. So, from the start of the 69 position until her orgasm (later I got off her to let her breathe, but kept my upper body in the 69 position), she kept her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, anticipating and fantasizing, waiting for that moment to arrive. Because she was facing the light with her legs wide open, C's entire vulva was exposed to my view. With the bright light, I finally saw her most private and precious part. C's vulva was full and firm, not loose at all. The distance from her inner thighs to her labia minora was wider than that of the 17 women I've slept with, further emphasizing the beauty and texture of her labia majora. At first glance, it looked like a small sand dune rising from the ground (full marks). With such a vulva and tight pants, I estimate no man could resist its allure. However, C's vaginal opening was very long, with the end close to the anus. The two labia majora, though not protruding, were long and even, looking clean and refreshing. The clitoris was completely covered by the labia minora, with the petals near the clitoris slightly darker. Generally, a young girl's labia minora are only 1/3 or half the length of the vulva, followed by smooth labia majora at the end of the opening. But C's labia minora completely surrounded the opening, so any bite could only reach the labia minora, not the smooth, tender flesh of the vulva. She had been actively spreading her labia, probably because only in this way could she feel the heat of the tongue and achieve physiological pleasure (90 points). C's pubic hair was thick and coarse, making it difficult to probe her clitoris with my tongue (failing grade). I initially thought the pubic hair inside would be thick as well, but after opening her thighs, I saw that the amount of hair around her vulva was just right, evenly distributed around the opening, a particularly visually stimulating sight (full marks based entirely on personal preference). I know that women like this have a strong sex drive; despite being a mature goddess in normal times, when they get aroused, they are more sensual than ghosts and gods, and I like it. I spread C's vulva open up close and took a deep sniff of the opening; there was a faint smell of urine, but no other unusual odor. The inner walls of her vulva were pink and moist, fresh and tender, soft and smooth, glistening with the sheen of her vaginal fluid, naturally pink and moist. I wondered why a 36-year-old woman who had given birth could still be so alluring down there, while my two playmates from six months ago, who were only 29 or 30, were already unattractive down there—either dark and lacking flesh color, or their vulvas were a dull, dark red. Today, 36-year-old C exuded a sense of mystery and a touch of curiosity. I was on top, pressing down on her legs, her vulva spread wider, allowing me more control over the pressure of my licking. Even with my entire mouth on top, I could breathe easily. With my first lick, I enveloped her vulva, discovering that the area near her anus was saturated with vaginal fluid. My tongue swept over her clitoris and the entire slit, then moved to the end of the slit, teasing the labia minora with it, and gently sucking again. It was like squeezing a sponge to see how much fluid was inside. She cried out helplessly. After finding her clitoris, I explored her vulva further down. Because the 69 position allowed for perfect contact between partners, my tongue penetrated deeply each time. My trembling tongue first circled her vulva, then moved towards the center. With each trembling of my tongue, each thrust, and each weak twitch from her intense stimulation, more clear, viscous fluid flowed from her vulva towards her anus. I joked, "Sister, you won't get dehydrated from me, will you?" She stopped panting, opened her eyes, and as if realizing something, reached down to touch the area between her anus and vulva. Then, calmly, she used her middle finger to scoop up a thick layer of vaginal fluid and smear it on her vulva—a gesture made with a cold and aloof air—she knew my preferences. I was stunned by this scene, completely unable to believe my eyes: Holy crap, this woman understands men so well, at least she understands men like me. She uses various actions and hints to tightly grasp my heart, while maintaining such perfect control. Stimulated by her, I again frantically attacked her clitoris, vertically, horizontally, sideways, in every way imaginable, while also beginning verbal stimulation. "Sister, you're so wet! Did you eat mangoes today?" "What mangoes? No, why?" "The fluid down there smells like mangoes." Speechless, embarrassed, "You're crazy?" "Have you ever given it to anyone else before?" "No." "You're lying, aren't you? You just said your husband has too?" I teasingly punished her, stroking her entire vulva with a faster rhythm. She was already preparing for an orgasm, her juices flowing continuously from her honeypot. "I thought you were talking about someone other than my husband." "Does your husband like it?" "Ah...ah...so-so, he almost never...ah...doesn't want to do this to me." "Sister, where is all this juices coming from?" "From your pussy, ah...good, you can press harder with your tongue." "Is your pussy dirty?" "No." "Is it dirty?" I increased the stimulation, just to hear her say "dirty." Each stimulation was accompanied by a moan and contractions inside her vagina, her anus opening and closing. "Hmm, dirty," she said softly, embarrassed. "Is the stuff coming out of your cunt dirty?" "Dirty, very dirty, ah...yes, how can you be like this, don't...don't ask anymore." "Sister, I know you like this, right? You like men saying your cunt is dirty but you still desperately want men to lick your cunt, right? This kind of talk works for you, doesn't it?" "Ah...um...you bad man, you understand women very well...umm..." "Then tell me quickly, the stuff coming out of your cunt is even dirtier," I urged. "Um...the stuff coming out of my cunt is even dirtier, my husband never wants to lick it for me." "Then why do you still make me lick it? Aren't you embarrassed?" "Don't ask anymore, ahhhhhhh, please, oh...God." "Answer quickly," I increased the pressure and licked more than 10 times. "Because I know you like it, you shouldn't be disgusted by anything I say." "Sister, tell me quickly that you'll only give me your dirty water from now on." "Mmm...mmm...from now on, only you will have my dirty water," she continued, "From now on, I'll wake up with you every day and smear lots of dirty water on your mouth." "Not for anyone else." "Only for you, only you can eat it, ahhhhh." "Your husband can fuck you, but you can't let him eat you like this." "You bad boy...how can you be so annoying, ah...ah...only you can use your mouth to clean my dirty water, even my husband can't." "I call you sister, but you give me your most private place and make me use my mouth, is this incest?" "I like it," she said shyly, panting heavily. She was gradually losing her mind, craving the last bit of verbal stimulation: "Little brother, from now on, whenever you want, I'll give it to you, ahhhhh, whatever position you want, I'll give you whatever position, whatever you want, I'll give you, tonight I'm yours, you can play however you want, ahhhhhh, kill me with your tongue, that's it, heavy"Point...focus...don't stop." "Sister, hurry, spray out your dirtiest stuff." As the verbal stimulation began, C reached her hands out from behind her buttocks, fiddling with the muscles and sensitive areas around her vagina. With increasingly stimulating words and increasingly forceful tongue strokes, her hand movements became larger, heavier, and faster, repeatedly opening and closing her tender little hole. Finally, as she finished speaking, all her breath stopped. She held her breath, biting her lower lip hard, her face flushed even more, fine sweat wetting the hair on her forehead. Her fingers trembled as she pressed hard against her vulva next to her labia minora, squeezing towards her clitoris. Her legs curled up as if trying to roll up, her body stiffened, her thighs trembled, but her legs were resisting the force of my body with all their might. Suddenly, time stood still. There was no breathing, no trembling. The only impression I remember was her curled-up legs and the heavy pressure of her fingers on her clitoris. The whole room was so quiet for a few seconds. I knew she had come. A small spurt of urine, slightly odorous but more viscous than urine, spurted from C's lower mouth with her first moan, followed by gushing streams of fluid. Because her legs were still pinned down by my upper body, maintaining the 69 position, her vagina was wide open, and her vaginal fluids flowed freely. My mouth was against hers, and I could truly feel the warm flow surging into my mouth in waves. After she calmed down and laid her limp legs flat, my mouth was already half full. This was perhaps what C had just said: the most precious dirty thing in her body. With a dozen or so loud groans, a few seconds later, she deflated like a punctured balloon, her body returning to its previous suppleness within seconds. Her hands, raised above her shoulders, lay limply on the bed, revealing her pale armpits. Her previously tightly clenched lips loosened, her abdomen heaving, her engorged G-spot twitching and throbbing outwards, pushing aside the labia minora that had been covering it, making it unmistakably prominent—the sight was truly beautiful. Her mouth above her and between her legs were breathing in the pleasure. It turns out, a mature woman's orgasm is so much more alluring than a young girl's… I quickly rinsed my mouth and came out of the bathroom, seeing C lying on the bed almost in a starfish shape, her head turned towards the window. Hearing my footsteps… She closed her legs. I thought, "She was so wanton just now, but now she's embarrassed to let me see. Women are really interesting." I lay down beside her, propping myself up on my arm, so I could see her flushed face and a few strands of hair damp with her sweat, clinging to her face. I gently stroked her back, kneaded her buttocks, and reached inside her thighs, gently pulling her legs apart. She obediently parted her plump legs again. I probed her anus and perineum with my fingers, touching her vulva. Her vaginal fluids remained on her perineum, already dried, while her vulva was still slightly moist, with an indescribable stickiness. She tried to close her legs again, so I pressed her apart with my own. "What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked. "Still not satisfied, thinking about what you said to me earlier," she replied. "Was it good?" "You almost killed me! You started by playing with me like this, how am I going to take it later!" "Do you like it?" "I continued to ask. "I like it. I've noticed you're so open about what you say. You must say the same things to every woman you've ever had, right?" I lied to her, "No way, I've only had three girlfriends. I'm too embarrassed to say these things." She turned her head, not avoiding my fingers, and continued lying on the bed with her legs spread apart, saying, "You were so skilled today, you're definitely a pro." "It's mainly because you're so sexy. My heart was pounding when I saw you, and then I just blurted out all the things I'd accumulated over the years." "Really? You playboy," she said shyly, then continued, "Actually, I was quite nervous today. It was the first time I'd decided to go out and have fun, and then I met you. When you kissed me on the dance floor and said you wanted to eat me, I was so nervous, both excited and scared. That feeling... I immediately got all wet down there. When I was talking to you, I didn't dare let you see how nervous I was, my voice was trembling. Never mind, you definitely can't understand what a woman feels like." You secretly bought me wine and sat with me talking, which made me really happy. But afterwards, you never asked me to go back to the hotel. I didn't know what you were thinking. I worried that you disliked my age or that I had a child or something. I didn't dare to ask. I thought that the thing I had finally mustered the courage to do was going to disappoint me again. "And now?" I asked, my hand still in place. "What do you think?" she looked at me confidently and firmly. Looking back, most of my girlfriends or playmates weren't as confident or magnanimous. After I finished with them, they were usually incredibly shy, wouldn't let me touch their breasts, let alone continue teasing their genitals. Maybe it was because they weren't yet at the age where they were as ravenous as wolves. C was different. She lay quietly, legs apart, talking and enjoying my gentle stimulation. Her eyes revealed the natural ease and confidence of a mature woman with sex. She was so beautiful. "As long as you're not afraid, I'll make you dehydrated tonight," I said with a wicked smile. "You really know how to handle women. My husband never does this. He never flirts, never says those things you say. I've never been like that, for years." I looked at her wickedly and said, "I thought you would like those things, so I just said whatever came to mind. But you came too fast and too hard. I think one reason is..." "It's been a long time since I've been treated like this, and we were just having a really exciting time," I continued. "Actually, you're the amazing one. From the moment you came in and let me see your crotch, to later in the bathroom when you lifted your leg for me to bite you, and then to what you just said about 'I can do whatever I want with you,' I don't think any man could handle that." She was a little embarrassed: "Don't all men love that?" "So you're even more amazing, you understand men," I said. She also turned to the side, facing me, and reached out to grasp my not-so-hard but still engorged penis, smiling slightly as she said, "I'm sorry to have to put it through that." She gently pulled it down, stroking it back and forth. "I especially liked the way you did it to me just now," she said. "Actually, the reason you made me come so quickly is because I was very excited, and also because you're so good with your mouth, you're really naughty." She leaned in, and I kissed her, saying, "Does it taste like mango?" She glanced at me, so alluring. "You're crazy. I can smell my scent on your breath," she continued. "You're so good at teasing women. Do you even know where a woman's most sensitive spots are?" "Where?" "Besides the neck, chest, abdomen, and those two tendons on the inside of the thighs, there's also the perineum and clitoris." I pretended not to know: "Where's the perineum?" She sighed, both amused and exasperated, and said, "Keep pretending." I chuckled. We were practically face to face. She continued, kissing me while stroking my penis, panting, "I loved how you bit my perineum earlier. That's where I'm most sensitive at first. When you were holding my perineum in your mouth, your breath made my anus feel warm. I almost went crazy. I wanted to scream but didn't dare. You're so heavy, I couldn't push you away. I could only cover my mouth and let you do as you pleased." “No wonder there was so much nectar when it was first opened,” I said. “Later, after you aroused me, you used your mouth to stimulate my clitoral glans. Actually, many women are like this. At first, they like the perineum, but after they get aroused, they like the clitoris because the clitoris becomes more sensitive later on. But many men don’t understand this, so very few of the women around me have been brought to orgasm by their boyfriends or husbands using their mouths.” "You touched my most sensitive spots twice, one after the other. How could I take it? Plus what you said, I was so overwhelmed by your teasing that my mind went completely 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 laugh. 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 mouth, lightly touching my chest and stomach. 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 asked, stroking the back of her head. She had already experienced her first release and was very focused, diligently stroking it, and nodded gently. To be honest, my penis is only within the range of a normal man's. My playmate once measured it precisely for me. When erect, it's about 15 centimeters from base to tip, and the diameter is less than 5 centimeters. It's quite thick and solid, with a consistent thickness from front to back. The glans is slightly large, but it's not the shape of a matchstick. Men are men, only one sensitive spot, and not much foreplay needed. Her technique was good, comparable to my 90s experience with blowjobs; she drooled a lot, dripping down to the base of my penis. While she was stroking me, I was reminiscing about my ex-girlfriends. They weren't very good at oral sex; they'd just put the glans on and on repeatedly, without actually sucking, making it feel like a plastic bag with nothing inside. There were also those who would obediently slap me for half an hour out of love, but there was no skill involved, just pure physical labor; it was hard to get that feeling of wanting to pull my penis out of their mouths and frantically thrust into their vaginas. But she was different. She parted my pubic hair with her hand.She grabbed my base, using her mouth to manipulate the other half of my penis, which her delicate hands couldn't grasp, while one hand continuously rubbed her own breasts, as if she were enjoying it herself. As her hand moved down, her mouth followed, her lips parting to fill my entire mouth; as her mouth lifted, her hand followed, her mouth never leaving my penis. The rhythm of her sucking and spitting wasn't fast, but each move was deadly. Her mouth was so tight, you couldn't feel any air inside; no matter where it went, there was a real feeling of "poking her flesh," and the occasional sensation of her teeth made it even more pleasurable. Especially when her hand moved down, gently taking the glans into her mouth, quickly flicking the connection between the glans and the slit with her tongue, and occasionally giving a deep throat, I really felt like I wanted to fuck her to death from behind. She was a skilled one; after a few strokes, I immediately got aroused and became hard. "Do you like big cock?" she asked. She nodded again, letting out a soft "hmm." "Can your little mouth hold it all?" She glanced at me sideways while sucking on my penis, but didn't answer. "Are you sharpening your weapon now? You'll be tortured afterward, won't you?" I asked. She shook her head with an "Mmm..." and continued her up-and-down motion. "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 out of bed and took a hair tie from her bag, saying casually, "Let me tie my hair first." 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. With her hair tied up, she looked much sexier, 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, making me watch as she licked from the base of my penis along the slit to the glans, then thrust it in hard, pulled it out, and repeated the process from the base to the tip. I began to burn with desire, breathing heavily. Seeing that I was aroused, she changed positions, still burying her face in my penis, her hands spread to my hips, her upper and lower arms at a 90-degree angle. She slightly raised herself, fixing her body in place, 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 plump 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 clean 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 rounded, some even appearing as a small, abrupt bump. I thought, perhaps only women who have given birth can 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 the pervert play with you so hard just now?" Probably wanting to punish me, she suddenly leaned down again and vigorously thrust into my penis a few more times. Just as I was about to enjoy it, she straightened up, knelt down next to my chest, sat down in a mermaid position, and punched me a few times with her small fists, saying, "It's because the pervert bewitched me that I did that," her voice trembling slightly. I laughed: "Then let the pervert see if you can still be 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 I couldn't reach it. I reached out to pull her legs, and she pretended to be clueless, saying, "What are you going to do? The positions you want are all so weird." Actually, I knew that no position was weird to her. She said no, but she was incredibly eager, so with a mix of resistance and reluctance (more reluctance than resistance), I pushed her body around, then pinched one of her ankles, and with a gentle push, she willingly spread her arms and legs, her hands supporting herself on either side of my hips, and her legs spread, presenting her entire beautiful vulva to my face—a perfect 69 position. This nectar source, which had just gushed out half an hour ago, was now reflecting the light again. She slightly adjusted her position, and I pressed her down, continuing to give her oral sex. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, from our genitals to each other's genitals, the parts of our bodies were pressed tightly together. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, my hands resting on her two plump buttocks. I gently lifted them slightly upwards, opening her vulva a little, about two meters in front of my mouth, waiting for my tongue to enter. Honey-like fluid mixed with saliva, spurting urine, and vaginal semen; now something else was starting to overflow. The scent of her vulva had lost its initial naturalness, now carrying a slightly sour saliva smell. While kneading her buttocks, I turned my head to kiss the base of her thighs, my lips covering my teeth, slowly biting from the base of her thighs towards the cleft, avoiding the cleft itself, then switching to the other side, treating both sides 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 covering them, I would apply slight outward pressure, parting her cleft, then slowly releasing my lips, letting her vulva close gently. Because of the overflowing fluid, a "beep, beep" sound came from the opening every time it was parted. She twisted even more violently, and every time my mouth kissed one side of her vulva, she would deliberately twist her buttocks in that direction, trying to cover my mouth, but she never succeeded. On the other side, her mouth was still teasing me in various ways, just like before. I teased her and asked, "Sister, is it uncomfortable?" "Mmm," she made a sound in her throat. "Do you like it when perverts do this to you?" "Don't ask, just do it," she gurgled with my penis in her mouth. "Do you like it when perverts play with you like this?" "You're so bad, you can tell whether I like it or not." "Then 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 around her clitoris, glistening with lust. "You can do whatever you want, don't ask me." "But I just like to listen to your commands, otherwise you'll say I'm bullying you," I laughed. "You're so naughty, playing with a woman like this, um...it feels so good." "Sister, just order me around this once, I like this feeling too." "Bite it, um...it hurts," she moaned, sucking on my penis. "Where to bite? Tell me clearly," I chuckled again. She was arguing with me, not telling me, but still trying to tease me, frantically sucking on my penis. To be honest, there were a few times I really felt like I was going to come. "Where to bite, tell me or not, the truth will prevail," I pouted, pressing my lips against the entrance of her vagina, making circular motions around her entire opening. She gradually opened her mouth from my penis, but still kept it inside, feeling the stimulation from my lips. When, for a moment, my pouted lips, wet with her sticky juices, roamed over her vulva, 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 here?" I continued to tease. "It's my sister's most sensitive perineum, um..." The sphincter muscles near her anus twitched, and it was clear that she was enjoying the position and the pleasure brought to her by the perineal stimulation."Open your mouth and bite me, ah...you're really going to kill me." I ignored him and continued to tease her with my mouth. She sank down, trying to cover my mouth with her "mouth," 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 guy, I'll let you put your thick, big cock into 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 fleshy opening, my tongue constantly probing, sweeping, and pushing against her most sensitive spot in my mouth. C cried out helplessly again, and my penis, which was being held, instantly felt the heat coming from deep inside her throat. "Oh, oh, right here, like this, you're making me feel so good," she said, vigorously using her mouth to stimulate my penis, her moans coming from her nose in various ways. C gradually became soaked, and as I stimulated her perineum, I could feel her juices covering my chin, that wet, slippery, sticky feeling again. I forcefully parted her vulva, opening it completely, and looked into 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, and gently sucking on her clitoris with a "whoosh, whoosh" sound as I drew her sticky juices into my mouth – still a faint, natural taste. After sucking, I put my mouth back on hers, our lips perfectly sealed. Stimulated in her lower body, C involuntarily leaned forward, trying to escape my mouth. I gestured for her to spread her legs wider, and she obediently did so. Then, I released my hands from her buttocks and moved them to her waist. I interlocked my fingers, pressing her waist firmly down, and pushed hard towards my mouth, my tongue vibrating more rapidly 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. Eager to enjoy it, she became distracted 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. You'll have other men to share you with when you go back." "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 with her legs spread apart." After a brief silence and a forceful downward sag, C came again. I only heard her moan "ah... ah..." before 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 when she climaxed the first time, I didn't see how she reacted down there. I didn't expect that 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 glistening again within seconds. 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 with the raindrops, delicate and vibrant. I extended my tongue and gently touched the folds covered in juice, the juices connecting with my tongue tip. I tilted my head back slightly and pushed her buttocks forward, my tongue tip, carrying a trace of glistening juice, separating 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 open her already wide-open vulva 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, 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 tease 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 she had released a lot, it was just a feeling; it wasn't actually that much. Back in the room, she was sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. She looked at my erect penis and then said seductively, "Oh, you're so amazing. I've already done it twice tonight. I'm so tired. Let's go to sleep since it's so late." I knew she was teasing me, so I pounced on her and pinned her down, pressing my face against hers. I kneaded her breasts with both hands and said, "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, I could hear soft "mmm...mmm..." breaths coming from her nose. "You're really good with women. No woman could stay 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; 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, sister, do you know what it is?" "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 probe 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, searching for her wet entrance. She responded to my kiss, waiting for my entry. Although my penis was quite long, C's labia minora were 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 difficult to enter and even hurting her. I straightened up, held the back of her calves, lifted her legs, and pressed down. Her entire buttocks were slightly lifted off the bed, forming a large M shape, a perfect missionary position. C's vagina began to secrete fluids, flowing from the lower part of her vaginal opening to her perineum. I freed one hand, grasped my penis, and repeatedly rubbed it against the area where her fluids had gathered, lubricating the glans. Soon, her juices had spread over a large area, making it wet and sticky. C raised her hands above her head, slumped limply on 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 held my penis and kept rubbing it against C's vulva. Her juices kept overflowing, covering her entire vulva and my entire glans. Seeing her so aroused, I felt a secret pleasure, thinking: for women, the pleasure of sex can never be achieved with words. Although it was a rather boring topic, I couldn't help but ask, "Is it good?" "Mmm, good, great, come in quickly." "Such a big penis, aren't you afraid?" I laughed. "Afraid, 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's so uncomfortable, 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 friend?" "Ugh, no, these terms are so unfriendly," I said. "So what do you want to hear?" She was both aroused and frustrated by my teasing, her face feigning anger. "Call me 'husband'," I said, kneading her breasts. She gasped, "Pervert, how can you be like this? It's so cruel." I increased the friction on her vulva, teasing her perineum with my penis, so slippery. I would use any trick to get her to hea

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