Being an official is good.

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I'm the deputy director of human resources at a state-owned enterprise. Last year, during the company's restructuring and personnel reassignment process, I finally got to taste the delicious opportunity of being a leader and hunting for women.
One day last year, I had just gotten home from work when my phone rang. When I answered, I found it was a young female employee from the office. She asked if I could come to her house. I said I'd talk on the phone, but she said it wasn't convenient. So I quickly ate something and went to her house.
When I entered, she asked me to sit on the sofa, while she sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing that she was alone, I asked why her husband and children weren't home. She casually replied, "They went out." So we started chatting casually. She first asked about the policies regarding layoffs and reassignment, then chatted about some personnel matters within the government. During the conversation, I noticed she seemed very down, so I asked her with concern if something was bothering her, and offered to help if she had any difficulties. Unexpectedly, her eyes reddened upon hearing this, and she choked up. I quickly comforted her and told her to speak slowly.
It turned out that her mother had recently passed away, having spent a long time in the hospital before her death. The medical expenses were considerable, but her siblings refused to contribute, citing her past as having taken over their father's job in the city. Left with no other option, she had to pay for everything herself. Her own family was already struggling financially due to buying a house, and this had caused her husband to turn against her. She said he hadn't spoken to her for over a month.
Overwhelmed with sorrow, she broke down in tears. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to get her a towel, repeatedly comforting her and telling her not to be too sad. After wiping her tears, she put the towel back in the bathroom, returned, poured me a glass of water, and sat down beside me.
She continued to recount her husband's lack of understanding, and tears streamed down her face again. Out of concern, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, and to my surprise, she rested her head on mine, her body trembling violently with each sob. I was a little confused, so I gently stroked her shoulders while trying to comfort her. I wondered why she was leaning on me; I needed to focus on how things would unfold.
She continued talking incoherently, her head slowly tilting into my lap, bringing our eyes together. At that moment, I had a premonition, but I was still uneasy. So, as if casually offering words of comfort, I slipped my hand to her abdomen. She seemed oblivious, still murmuring. I then gently stroked her lower abdomen and lowered my face, bringing my lips close to her forehead. I softly said, "Don't be too sad, take care of yourself!" Then, seizing the opportunity, I lightly kissed her forehead. She immediately closed her eyes and fell silent. At that moment, I understood most of what was going on. I boldly moved my hand to her breasts and continued to gently caress them. My lips brushed against her face as I whispered, "I've always liked you. I feel bad when you're sad. Let me share some of your sorrow!" I then gently kissed her lips.
Although her eyes were still closed, her face had become very flushed, and her breathing was noticeably rapid. I was now certain she wouldn't refuse my further caresses. So, while continuing to gently kiss her lips and cheeks, I slipped my right hand inside her bra, past her warm, undulating belly, and pushed her bra up. Finally, I touched her soft breasts. The moment I touched her breast, her body visibly trembled, and she let out a soft moan. I whispered, "I like you, I love you!" and gently rubbed her left breast in a circular motion. At that moment, I could clearly feel her already erect nipple swaying in my palm.
Although her eyes were closed, I guessed that she was already in love, so I changed the caressing of my palms to gently twirling her nipples with my thumb and middle finger, and asked her in a low voice: "Is this better? Please forgive me for the offense!" Unexpectedly, she opened her eyes at this time, looked straight at me, and suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, She kissed me hard on the cheek and said with a shy smile: "What if I don't forgive you?" After saying that, she got rid of me, stood up and walked out of the house. I felt very confused and flustered for a moment. I stood up unnaturally and stood in the center of the room. At this time, I heard the "click" of the door being locked and the sound of her footsteps coming back from the door. I was relieved.
When she came back and saw me standing there, she lowered her head and said, "Why are you standing? Come sit here!" As she spoke, she pulled my hand and made me sit on the edge of the bed. Then she walked to the other side of the bed, turned her back to me, and took off her coat and trousers, revealing a close-fitting long-sleeved top and trousers. She then pulled back the covers and sat down, pulling out a drawer from the bedside table and taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, placing them on the bedside table and saying, "There are cigarettes here, smoke if you want!" Just as I was wondering what to do next, she whispered again, "Take off your shoes and sit here with me!" I quickly kicked off my shoes and sat down next to her. I asked softly, "Isn't your husband coming back?" She didn't answer, but instead picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number. Then she said to the person on the other end, "Has the child finished their homework? If so, tell them to go to bed early! You should go to bed early too, don't watch TV so much!" After a few more "uh-huhs" and "ahs," she hung up and said, "They're watching the house at a relative's house tonight." Then she leaned against my chest again.
At this point, I was completely free of worry. I knew she was definitely worried about being laid off during this round of layoffs and wanted to build a special relationship with me to ensure she could stay in her job or get a better one in the future. In addition, her husband has not communicated with her for more than a month. At her age, she must have very urgent demands on her sex life. From her actions of locking the door, making phone calls, having her nipples touched, and asking me to sit on the bed, it has completely shown that she is willing to let me take advantage of her body. So I unscrupulously put my hands from behind through her armpits to reach her chest and hugged her. I held a breast in each hand and kneaded it. I put my cheek against hers and said, "You are very beautiful tonight. I love you." She closed her eyes again and said nothing, so I kissed her cheeks and neck gently while gently twirling her nipples with my hands. Soon, she began to breathe rapidly again, and her throat kept swallowing saliva. I knew she was losing control, so I pulled my hand away and laid her flat on the pillow. I turned to face her, used one hand to lift her bra, and gently kissed her lips. Although her eyes were still closed, her lips were slightly parted. I gently slipped my tongue into her lips and immediately felt her tongue searching for mine. So I rubbed my tongue against hers a few times and slowly withdrew it. At this point, her head tilted back, her neck fully extended, and her mouth turned upwards, clearly wanting to continue the kiss. I felt the time was right, so I stood up, quickly stripped naked, and then pulled back the covers and crawled inside.
I pressed myself against her, one leg across her thigh, my hard member pressed against her hip, my knee against her vulva. I said, "Sorry, I was just a little aroused," while kissing her cheeks, neck, and lips. At the same time, I pushed her bra up to her chin and unhooked it. Her breasts finally came into view, full and white, with two erect, brown nipples. She no longer concealed her feelings, breathing heavily, her hands trembling slightly. At this time, I gently twisted her left nipple with one hand and kissed her right nipple with my lips. As I kissed, I whispered: "Your breasts are very beautiful. I like to see your breasts." She had begun to visibly twist her body, her legs began to kick on the sheets randomly, she opened her eyes, and looked into my eyes with that direct gaze.
I decided to take off her clothes, kissed her lips and whispered: "I really like you, please forgive me and let me do it once! Very few men can stay pregnant." After that, I sat up on her thighs and took off her underwear with my hands. Unexpectedly, she suddenly grabbed the waistband of her trousers with both hands and said, "No, don't do this!". Is there any reason to let a duck fly when it reaches its mouth? I knew that this kind of reaction from a woman was actually her way of showing that she wasn't a cheap or shameless person. So, while repeatedly saying, "Forgive me! Just this once, I know you're a person who respects yourself! I will definitely respect you!", I firmly pried her fingers apart. Soon, she gave up resisting and closed her eyes again, letting me take off her underwear.
When I pulled her panties down to her knees, I was ecstatic. My heart was pounding. Seeing the most intimate parts of this other man's wife before me filled me with a powerful sense of possessive triumph. I knew this woman would be mine to enjoy tonight; every secret of her body would be laid bare before me for my pleasure and my pleasure. In this state of intense excitement, I quickly removed all her clothing, and her alluring body was now fully revealed.
She had a fairly standard figure, about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin. Although her thighs and calves were smooth and hairless, the pubic hair around her vulva was thick, glossy black, and formed a distinct inverted triangle. Her soft abdomen had a little fat, but it felt even smoother and more comfortable to the touch. Her breasts weren't large, but they were undeniably beautiful, the light brown nipples erect as if beckoning men to kiss them. Her fair buttocks, having given birth, appeared very full and rounded, making one unconsciously want to caress them. Most distinctive was her mons pubis, which was high and full, resembling a well-maintained mound of grass in a wheat field. It instantly aroused the desire to caress it, to part it and explore, and to personally touch and experience it with one's penis.
I lay on her right side again, this time kissing her nipples alternately. As she moaned "ah, ah," her legs naturally parted and her knees bent. I knew she was impatient, but to completely conquer her, I had to make her ask for it first. So I lifted her right thigh, completely opening her vulva, and then used my right hand to rub her vulva back and forth. Her vulva was warm, soft, and full, her pubic hair rustling in my palm. Her labia majora, thickened by the previous teasing, naturally parted, and the edges were wet with her vaginal fluid. I first gently rubbed the soft areas on both sides of her vulva, then massaged the area with abundant pubic hair in a circular motion. Next, I used four fingers to hook and press upwards at her vaginal opening, and then seemingly casually touched her clitoris. At this moment, her abdomen trembled violently and lifted upwards. When I touched the lower part of her vulva, I felt a large patch of sticky discharge. I whispered in her ear, "Oh no, you're leaking fluid!"
Hearing my words, she opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Why are you so naughty? Do you want me to beg you?" After saying that, she used her right hand to support my buttocks and pushed my body above hers. Then, she wrapped her arms around my waist, lowered her eyelids, and whispered, "If you want to go in, hurry up! It's okay, I have an IUD on!"
I knelt between her legs, my hands under her armpits, and kissed her nipples, gently rubbing the upper part of her vulva near her clitoris with my already swollen glans. She tilted her head back, her chest rising high, wanting me to kiss her more intensely. I pretended my glans wasn't aligned with her vagina, deliberately poking from side to side. She finally couldn't hold back and said, "You! You're so naughty!" She reached for her vulva, parted her labia majora, and used her left hand to pinch my glans and guide it towards her vaginal opening, while simultaneously thrusting her abdomen upwards.
Seeing her so eager, I gently thrust my lower body forward, and she let out an "Ah!" and her whole body moved. I immediately stopped halfway into her vagina and lowered my head to lick her nipples again. She suddenly shifted her entire body downwards, completely engulfing my penis with her vagina. Then, she gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands to prevent me from moving, her eyes tightly closed, lips tightly shut, nostrils flared, holding her breath, making "gurgling" sounds in her throat. I clearly felt several tremors inside her vagina, and then began to thrust into her forcefully. For a moment, she screamed "Aww, Aww," gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, her head twisting from side to side on the pillow.
As I thrust in and out, I said, "Your pussy is so beautiful, so comfortable! Brother's going to play with your pussy properly today." Suddenly remembering something, I slowed down the speed and intensity of my thrusts, gave her another deep kiss, and whispered in her ear, "Did you call me here with a plan?" "
Who said that? Not at all! You're taking advantage and then acting innocent, I'm ignoring you!" she said coquettishly with her eyes closed.
I pretended to unconsciously stop thrusting, kissing her earlobe and neck, and asked again, "Has your husband not played with you for over a month? Tell me!" "
Hmm…wait? Why are you asking that?" "She opened her eyes and looked at me, biting her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, her shyness captivating me.
'Because I feel your hole is hungry, like it hasn't received any care in a long time, don't you think?' I whispered in her ear.
'Hmm... I guess so!' she said, rubbing my buttocks with her hand, 'Why else would I call you here? Hey, don't stop!' she said, and started rocking my buttocks up and down with her hand.
Following her guidance, I began thrusting in and out of her vagina again. She grinned slightly, looking at my forehead with seductive eyes, and said affectionately, 'You're so naughty, always asking difficult questions!'
'You can ask me too!' I smiled and looked at her.
'What do you want to ask?'
'Ask me anything!' "...
" "Then let me ask you, does it feel different inside me now compared to when you're inside your wife?"
"No!"
"How so?"
"Your pussy is plumper and more tender than my wife's, it grips my cock so tightly and warmly, it feels so good, so wonderful!" "
I don't believe you, you're lying to me!" "
I'm not lying to you! Your pussy is perfect for my cock, so let me poke your pussy often from now on!"
"Dream on, still wanting it? No way!" She giggled as she said this.
Seeing that she was in a great mood, I suddenly started thrusting hard and fast, saying, "Is there a way? Tell me! Tell me!" "
The sudden, forceful thrust caused her vulva to rise high, her vagina contracting in waves, her chest heaving rapidly, and she murmured incoherently, 'Oh, brother! ...It's so wonderful! ...Oh, brother! I love you, I only love you! From now on, I'll only let you play with me, ah...oh, it's so wonderful, brother...!'
Seeing her ecstatic state, I felt an indescribable pleasure. I decided to take advantage of her current needs to further understand all the secrets in her heart, so I clamped her legs between mine, straddling her thighs, continuing to vigorously stimulate her vagina while smiling and asking her, 'Is it really wonderful? Where is it most wonderful?' '
Inside...inside is wonderful...ah...it's so wonderful!'" "She straightened her legs forcefully, thrusting her mons pubis upwards, and then used her hands to pull apart her labia majora, fully exposing her already swollen and erect clitoris, so that my pubic hair could directly rub against it.
Seeing that the time was almost up, and wanting to have longer intercourse with her without letting her reach orgasm too quickly, I stopped thrusting under the guise of kissing her nipples. I opened my mouth wide and fiercely took her left nipple into my mouth, then swirled and rubbed it with my tongue, finally pressing my lips tightly against it and pulling it upwards, stretching it long. She twisted her waist, wanting me to penetrate further, while looking down at her nipples, cupping her left breast with her left hand and bringing it to my mouth, saying, 'Eat! Eat! You can eat my milk as much as you want from now on!'
As I suckled her nipple, I said, 'From now on, come to my house and let me eat, okay?'" "
Okay, okay! I'll go to your house, I'll go to your house!"
"When you get to my house, you'll strip completely naked for me to see, okay?"
"Okay, okay! I'll let you see, let you touch, let you play with me!" she said, tilting her head back and pressing her lower abdomen tightly against my penis.
Seeing that she was about to writhe downwards again, I suddenly launched into another round of vigorous thrusting. She arched her upper body towards me, gasping for breath and stammering, "Oh, brother... be gentle, be gentle, I can't take it anymore!" Realizing the moment was right, I quickly stopped and wrapped my arms tightly around her, pressing my chest against her breasts. She clung tightly to my waist, panting heavily, her vagina trembling. After a moment, she let out a long sigh, relaxed, and looked into my eyes, saying affectionately, "You're amazing, you really know how to excite a woman! I love you so much!" As she spoke, she rubbed my buttocks up and down with both hands. The warmth emanating from her heart was transmitted through her hands to my entire body, giving me the greatest sense of happiness after truly conquering a woman with my body and soul. Especially since she was a woman who had given herself to me wholeheartedly behind her husband's back, the satisfaction I felt far exceeded the pleasure of my wedding night with my wife. Perhaps this is the unique flavor of what people call "cheating".
Based on my understanding of women, I assumed she had already reached orgasm, so I decided to temporarily pull out my penis to flirt with her a little longer. But just as I was about to withdraw, she hugged me tightly and said, "What are you doing?" I said, "Didn't you already have an orgasm?" "Who said that? I'm feeling great!" she said coquettishly, gazing into my eyes. I reached down and wiped my hand on the inner thigh next to her vulva; it was wet and dripped down her buttocks and anus onto the bed. I smeared my wet fingers on her nipple and said, "You said you didn't, look how much you're leaking!" "It's all your fault!" she said, lightly poking my butt with her right index finger, then hugging me tightly, "Please, good brother! I really haven't finished yet!" As she spoke, she squeezed my penis tightly with her vagina. "
Since you still want it, I'll try something new!" I thought to myself. But I said aloud, "Baby! I'm sorry, I was afraid you couldn't take it. Brother won't leave, brother will let you enjoy yourself one more time, okay?" Then I stroked her left breast with my right hand, nose to nose, and said, "Let me give it to you from behind!" Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "The back it is!" She immediately rolled over and knelt on the bed, supporting herself with her hands and turning her head to look at my penis, saying, "Good brother, hurry up!"
I knelt behind her protruding, white, round, and large buttocks, looking at her swollen vulva, which resembled a freshly steamed bun with its labia majora turned upside down. I first wiped the vaginal fluid from behind her buttocks with a pillowcase, then, with my left hand supporting her round, white buttocks, I reached between her legs and down to her lower abdomen with my right hand. After stroking her pubic hair-covered, high-rising mons pubis for a while, I inserted my index and middle fingers into her vagina. She cried out, "Ah!" and said, "How can you be so perverted!"
As I thrust my fingers in and out, I said, "If a man isn't a rogue, his physiology is abnormal! If a woman isn't a rogue, humanity will perish!"
She moaned, "Ah! Ah!" and said, "Ah! Ah! Then be a rogue! Fuck me!"
While my right finger thrust in and out of her vagina, I alternately kneaded her two hanging breasts with my left hand. I asked her, "Good girl, is this comfortable?"
"Ah! Ah, comfortable, comfortable," she cried out, twisting her large, round buttocks.
"Has your husband ever done this to you?" I asked again.
"No, ah! Ah! No!" she answered loudly.
"Then you'll have to teach him next time!" I joked.
"No, no!"
"Why not?"
"I'll only let you play like this, I'm yours!" she said coquettishly.
At this moment, I saw milky white vaginal fluid gushing out of her vagina as my fingers went in and out, and I could clearly see her clitoris protruding from the "bow," about the size of a pea. So, while continuing to thrust with my fingers, I added rhythmic tapping of her clitoris with my thumb. After a few times, her side-to-side hip movements became rhythmic back-and-forth movements, and the amount of vaginal fluid increased significantly. I knew that she had completely become my sex slave at this point; she would do anything I asked. So I said to her, "Have you ever heard of the 69 position?"
"No, ah, ah! Do whatever you want!"
"Okay! Let's take a shower first." I said, pulling my hand out of her vagina.
She turned over, first glancing down at her inner thighs, then glancing sideways at my erect penis, before shyly changing the subject, saying, "Why do you have so many tricks up your sleeve!" With that, she happily swayed her large hips and walked ahead of me towards the bathroom. Looking at her naked back, I felt a little amused. I wondered, what kind of psychology could make this woman, behind her husband's back, abandon a woman's natural shyness and self-respect, completely surrendering her body to another man for his enjoyment and play? Was it all because of my position, my power, and her reluctance to lose her job that things came to this?
In the restroom, as the water poured down from above, we stood facing each other. She tenderly stroked my chest with both hands and asked, "Do you think the water is hot?"
I gently cupped her breasts in my hands and said, "Perfect! Perfect!" Then I placed my right hand on her vulva and gently rubbed it up and down, saying, "Let me wash you down there!"
She shyly turned her eyes to the side and said, "Whatever you want!"
I then said, "Then who will wash me down there?"
She said shyly, "Why don't you wash it yourself?" She then bit her rosy lips with her pearly white teeth, boldly looking down at my still erect penis, her expression filled with joy and anticipation.
"Come on, little sister, I want you to wash it!" I said, mimicking her tone and kissing her lips, while simultaneously supporting her hips with both hands.
She first grasped my penis with her right hand, then gently supported my taut testicles from below with her left palm, rubbing my swollen, shiny glans with her right thumb, saying, "How come it's so big!"
I hurriedly asked, "How much bigger than your husband's?"
"About... this much!" she said shyly, gesturing the length of my glans with her hand.
"So, do you think it's better if it's longer or shorter?" I teased her again.
"Of course, longer is better! You know that, right?" She looked up at me, gave me a flirty wink, then looked down at me, washing my entire penis with the running water, her left hand gently kneading and rubbing the base of my testicles.
At that moment, I felt an indescribable comfort and excitement from my testicles to my penis and glans, and I couldn't help but let out sounds of pleasure, "Oh, oh!"
She looked up at me with concerned eyes and said, "Is it very comfortable?"
"Mmm! Oh! It's really comfortable!" I kissed her again and said, then put my hands on her shoulders and asked, "Do you wash your husband like this too?" "
Don't mention him! You're so naughty!" She lowered her head to wash again.
"No, you have to tell me!" I said pretending to be coquettish.
"What's wrong!" she said in a pretended angry tone, still lowering her head.
"I'm sorry, I was teasing you!" I twisted her nipple with my right hand and said with a smile, "Thank you for giving me this extraordinary treatment! Okay?"
When I was washing her pussy and vagina, she tilted her face up and pretended to rinse her hair with water, but judging from the way her legs were spread apart, her thigh muscles were tense, and her lower abdomen was thrust forward, she was quite satisfied with the feeling of me poking around in her vagina with my fingers. I thought to myself, this little slut is really horny!
After I finished washing, she dried me off and was about to hang the towel on the wall when I suddenly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into my arms. She giggled and said, "What are you doing! Don't do that!" I kissed her cheek and said, "Carrying the bride to the bridal chamber!" She dropped the towel, wrapped her arms around my neck, and looked at me without saying a word, her eyes filled with tenderness that touched my heart. I stopped in front of the bed and looked at her with deep emotion. She gazed at me with her eyes, and said, somewhat choked with emotion, "Brother... to be honest, my wedding night... can't compare to today at all! The happiness you bring me... is something I've never felt before in my life!" "
Then brother will give it my all today and let you enjoy the true joy of your wedding night! Okay?" I said, pressing my cheek against hers.
"Then...go ahead and be naughty!" she said, hugging my neck tightly and burying her face in it.
After getting into bed, I first stacked two pillows, then lay down on them, and had her kneel on my waist with her legs spread apart, facing me. She then sat on my chest with her big buttocks facing my face, and then had her lie down, moving her buttocks back in front of my face, bending her legs and pressing them against my armpits. At this point, her entire vulva was completely in front of me, and my penis was right in front of her face. Because we were so close, her vulva looked exceptionally large, and I could clearly see that some of her pubic hair had grown to around her anus. I looked at her freshly washed vulva, gently parted her labia majora with my thumbs, breathed a breath of warm air into her rosy vaginal opening, and then thrust my penis forward, saying, "Now let's have a competition, whoever gets the other sexually aroused first wins!" After saying that, I gently licked around her vaginal opening with the tip of my tongue, and she involuntarily contracted her vulva and said, "Oh! How naughty you are!" After saying that, she lay completely on my stomach and began to lick my penis and glans with her tongue.
I would lick the tender flesh on either side of her vagina, then press my lips completely against the opening, licking every inch of her vagina with my tongue, and then lick her protruding, deep red clitoris. Sometimes she had to stop sucking my glans, panting softly. Seeing that she was fully aroused, I braced myself against her thighs, opened my mouth wide, and took her clitoris completely inside, squeezing and sucking it repeatedly with my tongue. With each squeeze, she began to moan, "Ah, ah!" and abandoned kissing my penis, gripping it tightly with her hands, her buttocks swaying from side to side against my face. At this moment, her vaginal fluid began to flow into my mouth, and I tasted a slightly salty flavor. But there was no other strange taste, so I swallowed it down in spurts.
After sucking on her clitoris for about two or three minutes, she finally couldn't bear it any longer. Her vagina contracted and gushed out vaginal fluid. She turned around and said anxiously yet tenderly, "Good brother, I give up! I lost, I'm really aroused! I really can't take it anymore! Please spare me!" "
How can you not take it?" I asked indistinctly, still sucking on her clitoris.
"It's...it's so itchy...so itchy inside!" she said, swaying her round, large buttocks.
"Then what should I do?" I said.
"Let your...it come in! Ah...ah!" she was still writhing.
"Which one?"
"It's... a penis!" she moaned.
"Okay!" I crawled out from between her legs, leaned against the headboard, and pointed to my erect penis, saying, "Come on, little sister! I'll let you enjoy it!"
She stood on the bed facing me, spread her legs between my thighs, and used her hands to spread her labia majora. Looking down, she aligned her vaginal opening with the glans and squatted down. When my penis was fully inside her, she looked up at me somewhat embarrassedly and grinned foolishly, saying, "What are you looking at! You pervert!"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Heh, heh!" "Look at you, calling me a pervert! Hehe!"
"You're such a pervert! You're such a pervert!" She leaned her upper body against my chest, her left hand on my right shoulder, her right hand patting my left shoulder, her forehead pressed against my cheek as she spoke, while her hips moved up and down on my penis.
"Ah...oh...it feels so good!" she said, looking down at her vulva as she moved, her hands supporting herself on my shoulders.
Seeing her movements faster and faster, her face flushed, her lips slightly pursed, her breathing heavy, and her eyes starting to glaze over me, I knew she was about to reach her climax. I quickly grabbed her waist and hugged her tightly, saying, "Slow down, slow down! Don't go any further!"
She struggled fiercely, her warm breath on my face, saying, "Let me go...let me move!"
I held her tightly, pressing her buttocks down to keep her still, and whispered in her ear, "My dear sister, I want you to enjoy this beauty a little longer!" Then I used both hands to pull her shoulders back, fully exposing her breasts to me, and then I sucked hard on her left nipple. She tilted her face back and cried out, "Ah! Ah!" loudly, "My dear brother... ah... ah... you're killing me... ah... ah!" At the same time, she used both hands to forcefully squeeze and lift her breasts upwards from below, making them as high as possible so I could kiss them more easily. Her vagina was throbbing with heat.
After kissing her passionately for about a dozen times, I held her tightly in my arms again, kissing her earlobe and soft neck tenderly, saying, "My dear sister, are you happy?"
"Yes... dear brother, I'm so happy, so happy!" she responded breathlessly, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, her vagina gripping my penis tightly, moving inside me intermittently.
"My dear sister, then I'll let you go all out! But I want you to rub your clitoris and nipples up and down, so I can see you playing with me properly, okay?" I said, leaning back, taking out a cigarette, lighting it, taking a deep drag, and watching her from the headboard.
She coyly complied with my request, holding her left breast with her left hand, gently twirling the erect nipple with her thumb and index finger, pressing her right hand on the mons pubis, and picking the red clitoris with her middle finger. She tilted her face upward, but stared at me with her eyes half-opened, and began to move up and down. "Ah...ah!, you are the most rogue!...Ah! You...your dick is so big!," she said randomly while moving.
"Good brother! I'm so beautiful now!... Oops... ah!" She gasped and screamed, moving faster and faster, her butt hitting the top of my thigh hard, her unrestrained right breast shaking violently with the rhythm of her body, her right middle finger quickly tapping the swollen clitoris, her left hand pinching her nipple and vigorously rubbing her left breast.
"Ah!...Ah! Oh!...Oh!, oh dear...oh dear! I let you fuck me...you fucked me...I'm yours...I...I..." She suddenly stopped moaning, her mouth agape, teeth clenched, her eyes squinting aimlessly.
"Oh dear!...Oh dear! I...I came! I came!" She stopped moving, her hands supporting her stomach, her head lowered as she panted heavily, her buttocks slamming heavily onto my thighs. I felt her vagina contracting and throbbing rapidly, knowing she had indeed reached orgasm, so I threw away the cigarette, sat up and hugged her tightly, my hands alternately stroking her buttocks, while gently kissing her shoulder and saying, "My dear sister, I like you! I love you!"
She rested her head on my left shoulder, her face turned away, her body limp, panting heavily. Her breasts rose and fell against my chest with each breath, and a warm stream of her vaginal fluid flowed onto my testicles. I held her, gently stroking her smooth back, and joked, "You're such a little slut! And you called me a hooligan!" "
You...you are a hooligan!" she gasped, weakly wrapping her arms around my waist.
"So, do you like me being a hooligan?" I asked, patting her back lightly.
"I...I don't like it! I'm going to tell you!" she said coquettishly.
"Tell me what?" I asked, kissing his neck.
"Tell you to fuck me!" I could tell she was laughing as she said it.
"But I haven't climaxed yet!" I said with a laugh.
"Serves you right! Serves you right!" Her breathing had begun to steady.
I pushed her shoulders up and cupped her face in my hands. She tilted her head back like she was drunk, half-closing her eyes and looking at me sideways. I gently kissed the corner of her mouth, feeling her warm breath. So I asked tenderly, "Do you want to lie down for a while?"
"Mmm!" she said through her nose.
I laid her flat on her back. She closed her eyes and casually spread her legs. Her vulva, which had calmed down from passion, was a mess. Her pubic hair was soaked with large patches of vaginal fluid, and the fluid at the base of her thighs was pale white. I gently wiped her clean with a pillowcase, then wiped my still erect penis, threw away the pillowcase, pulled the blanket over her, and lay down on her right side. She suddenly turned to her side, wrapped her left arm around me, pressed her left thigh against my thigh, and used her thigh to push against my testicles and penis, while pressing her vulva tightly against my left thigh, her nose against my shoulder, and said, "Why are you still so hard!" "
I still want to fuck you!" I said with a laugh.
"Sigh!" she sighed softly, touched my testicles with her left hand that had just been wrapped around me, then squeezed my penis and said, "You're too strong! I can't satisfy you!" Then she gently began to stroke me up and down with her hand.
"So, did I satisfy you?" I turned to look at her disheveled hair.
"You've driven me crazy!" she said, continuing to stroke my penis.
"Then I don't owe you anything anymore!" I said gently.
"You owe me, you owe me!" she said, nudging my shoulder with her nose and squeezing my penis hard from below.
"Then I'll pay you back next time, okay?" I joked with her.
"..." She didn't answer.
"Where will we do it next time?" I pressed on.
"You find a place!" she said softly, stopping her stroke.
I turned to the side, laid her legs flat, pressed my right leg against hers, my right knee against her vulva, and gently squeezed her left breast with my right hand. Our eyes met, and her eyes revealed an alluring charm and affection. She gazed at me intently, silent, yet her eyes seemed to hold countless unspoken words.
"I think next time we'll rent a room outside and have another wonderful time, okay?" I said, gently kissing her cheek.
"Mmm!" she murmured through her nose as she moved her lips to kiss me.
A deep, unforgettable kiss ended that night of our secret tryst, one I'll never forget. From then on, she was my happiest and most joyful sexual partner. We met many more times afterward, experiencing the most wondrous and exquisite pleasures of illicit love. Our relationship continues; just two hours before this article was published, we once again made love. She told me that after each tryst with me, she never wanted to have sex with her husband again. To prevent him from getting aroused, she would either make excuses about feeling unwell, deliberately pick a fight and pretend to be angry with him, or say something that would infuriate him when he was in the mood. She said that this would usually cause her husband's penis to quickly go soft and shrink, and he would never be able to get it up again. In short, she truly reserved her sexual energy only for me. I could genuinely feel this in every satisfying and intense sexual encounter I had with her. This is the enjoyment I get from completely captivating another man's woman, both physically and emotionally. Friends, go for it! Be brave and conquer other men's women! Experience the immense pleasure that comes with having an affair! It's a kind of familial bliss that neither unmarried women nor your own wife can provide!

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