voluptuous mature woman

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I often frequent the "good girls' emotional expression section" on forums to admire the romantic escapades of various wolves, and I've always dreamed of having a romantic experience myself. Driven by this, I've joined many online friends, and I've taken down any local woman with a profile picture, employing a "people's war" strategy. After a period of effort, I've developed a few decent online friends. The one I want to talk about is a rather interesting woman. Meeting her was quite interesting; we met in a game.

The reason I was attracted to her was that she liked sports and was good at communicating; we often exchanged banter online. I didn't hide the fact that her main purpose online was to find romantic encounters. Strangely enough, every time she saw me online, she would ask me how my day went, whether I'd met any suitable beauties. Sometimes I didn't really want to talk to her, just casually replying that I hadn't had any romantic encounters. But a few older, mature women often inquired whether my "little brother" had found release. She, on the other hand, would give me a good scolding for being disrespectful. Haha, having a netizen like that is quite interesting.

For a while, the weather was particularly hot, and after work in the evenings, I didn't want to go out. I'd just order some fast food, eat, and stay home with the air conditioning on, browsing forums online. At that time, her avatar kept flashing, sending a series of questions asking what I was doing, whether I was going to see any young girls at night. I said I wasn't interested in young girls, but I'd like to try some mature women. She actually said, "Are you brave enough to try me out?" This piqued my interest. Could I really enjoy this mature and beautiful woman?

After clarifying her answer, I confirmed that she wanted to have sex with me. Women have needs too, and it seemed her libido had been quite strong lately, hence her request for me to accompany her. From her videos, I could tell she was a rather voluptuous woman with a charming appearance. The photos she sent me showed her as a mature and attractive woman, with wavy hair and large, watery eyes. While not exceptionally outstanding, she was certainly a woman who would turn heads at her age.

I estimated her height to be around 160cm, with a voluptuous figure, especially her ample breasts, which satisfied my first visual craving for a woman. Although she was significantly older than me, since she had actively asked me to accompany her, why not?

To whet her appetite, I said I wasn't interested tonight, and suggested we wait a few more days. She actually got a little emotional, saying I wasn't a real man, since she'd taken the initiative and I was still ignoring her – how awful. Heh, it seems she really wanted it. I said I could come with her, but I'm not the kind of person who forgets you after one night. Either you stay with me until I find someone suitable, or you don't want me to come at all. She kept saying okay, okay, as long as my brother was satisfied, she'd be my lover. I thought, lover? I just see you as someone to satisfy my lust. You can dream on about being my lover.

That's what I thought, but I couldn't say it aloud. After flattering her a bit, I took some change and headed to the address she gave me. The address she gave me was on a bustling food street in the city, an area that didn't seem very safe. Arriving at the food street, I felt a little uneasy; was she trying to set me up? With all sorts of suspicions, I called her to let her know I was there. She told me to wander around the food street for a while, as she had some guests at her house and would contact me later to come pick me up.

I immediately suspected she was playing a trick on me. I wasn't keen on anything happening with her, so I texted her, "I came here sincerely to see you. If you don't want to do anything, then I'll go back." She replied, "Don't worry, the people at my house are looking at the apartment. I didn't expect so many people to come to see the apartment at night; they'll be leaving soon. Wait a moment, I'll treat you to a late-night snack." I figured I was already there, so I might as well wander around the area; going back wouldn't hurt. I was strolling along the food street,

looking at the various beautiful women at the brightly lit barbecue stalls. It's strange, though; you never see any pretty girls during the day, but at night they all seem to appear in shorts and tank tops. It made me itch to get a closer look at these beauties. So, to get a better look

, I ordered some barbecue and a beer. I chose to sit next to a beautiful woman eating alone. Her long legs were brazenly dangling under my barbecue table, her delicate feet swinging freely. Looks like tonight, not getting a mature woman but finding another romantic encounter isn't so bad after all.

As I was indulging in my fantasies, a deep male voice came from behind me, "Have you ordered any meat skewers, XX? I'm hungry. Have you ordered any beer?" Damn, looks like she's taken. My efforts have been in vain. Oh well, what's not meant to be shouldn't be thought about anymore. This couple was having a blast eating together. The woman was either burying her head in the man's chest and acting coquettishly, or rubbing her white legs against his crotch. It looked like something out of an animal documentary, the way they were cuddling before mating, and it was really arousing me. This woman's legs were really beautiful, long and slender, not too thin or too plump. Paired with a pair of delicate white feet, they were incredibly alluring.

Ten chubby little toes hung from her feet, making my heart flutter. Each toe was painted with a jelly-like nail polish, looking especially pleasing under the night lights. Just as I was lost in admiration for the petite woman beside me, the beeping of my phone pulled me back to reality. A text message from some mature woman had arrived, telling me that no one was home and I could come over. But I was still admiring the beautiful legs of this woman beside me; how could I just leave like that? I should at least look a little longer.

I replied with a few words, "Wash up first, wait for me."

She replied, "It itches so much, come quick!" This slut is really something; just wait until I get there and teach her a lesson. I took the last sip of my beer and prepared to set off. Just then, by sheer coincidence, the woman next door got up to get some napkins, but her sandals had such high heels that she lost her balance and tripped over my back. It seemed I hadn't had a romantic encounter today, but I was lucky. Her long hair brushed against my nose, and a delicate jasmine scent lingered in my memory. I got up and steadied her, asking with concern, "Are you alright, miss?" She shyly replied, "Yes, thank you."

Her boyfriend seemed oblivious, even complaining that she wasn't watching where she was going. That damn guy, saying such things to such a beautiful woman!

Leaving the barbecue stall, I followed her directions and entered an alleyway in a residential area. The area she lived in was one of the older types, quite old, without even an elevator. I guessed it was something passed down from her ancestors, and I found my way to her floor and knocked on the door. The woman who appeared before me surprised me; she was even prettier in person than in the photos! She wore a headband and a black dress. Her flushed cheeks told me she was a little nervous. It seemed she wasn't lying; she was indeed a respectable woman. As we looked each other over, she lowered her head and said, "Come in quickly, the neighbors won't see us."

She gently tugged at my sleeve and led me inside. I said, "You've kept me waiting outside for a long time, about an hour, hasn't it?" She apologized, saying, "It was really unfortunate today; the person looking at my apartment suddenly called wanting to see it, and I was already near her place. I was worried about how to explain if I was already inside.

Good things come to those who wait; this shows my sincerity." She smiled knowingly and poured me a glass of water. I looked around the room; seeing no one else, I felt relieved. I told her, "Sister, although you're much older than me, you're really beautiful and sexy." She chatted with me shyly for a while. During our conversation, I learned that she was a divorced single mother whose daughter was already in college. This apartment was where she lived while she was at work. She didn't want men coming to her place, but she thought I was rather naive and genuine, so she went along with my words and lured me here.

She led me to the bedside, and I carefully admired the woman I was about to have sex with. After removing her makeup, she had lost all her wildness and gained a gentler side. She patted my head and said, "Young man, don't go out and fool around at such a young age. If you end up with a woman who isn't clean, you'll regret it." I obediently nodded and said I would come here often from now on, whenever she wanted.

She said, "Go wash up, I'm already done." I said we should wash together, that way we could connect emotionally. She nodded shyly and helped me take off my shirt and pants by the bed. Looking at my bulging underwear, she asked suspiciously, "You're already hard? You're so young! I haven't even done anything to you yet."

After the long wait and the little incident at the barbecue stall, who could control their little brother when so close to this mature woman? As I stripped down to my underwear, she turned her back and began to remove her own clothes—it's easier for women to do so. She lifted her skirt from below her knees, revealing a beautiful, mature woman's body before me. What surprised me even more was that she wasn't wearing underwear.

With her back to me, her large buttocks were only a few centimeters away. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her, and she didn't resist, enjoying my caresses. I lifted her buttocks and pressed them against my face, greedily rubbing my nose against them. I could feel her long-awaited desire; she moaned softly, enjoying it. We rubbed our large breasts together, indulging in each other's pleasures and greedily expressing all our desires.

After a while of caressing, I suggested we wash up first. I had just been to the barbecue and was all sweaty. She stripped naked, her large breasts swaying in front of me, and said, "Lick them first." This slut seemed a little impatient, so eager! I said, "I'll give you a wonderful sexual experience later. Go wash me first, I'm all sweaty." She happily agreed, "I'll wash you that way, it'll be quick."

In the small bathroom, she pulled back my foreskin and carefully rinsed me with water. Older, mature women are better in this respect; they're not pretentious. Although shy, she knows when she wants something and will directly ask for it. I watched her diligently wash my genitals, then had her sit on the toilet so she didn't have to bend over. From my standing angle, her enormous breasts were truly breathtaking. Although age had left its mark on her, her firm breasts seemed to tell me she was still in her prime.

I reached my hands between her breasts, groping for her nipples; after all, she was getting on in years. Her nipples were already dark brown. Her areolas, the size of eggs, revealed her maturity. I never even dared to imagine bathing with such a charming mature woman. As I touched her, I gently moved my genitals closer to her face. I wanted her to put my penis in her mouth. She seemed to notice me, looked up, and asked, "Do you want me to suck it for you?" My eyes were filled with agreement.

She carefully rinsed my glans with the showerhead, then gently licked the tip of my penis with her tongue. A current of electricity traveled from the tip of my genitals directly to the strands of my hair. This mature woman, long deprived of sex, put my penis in her mouth. Her greedy expression and enchanting technique made me wonder how she, divorced, could have lived single for so many years. Was her mouth a

vacuum cleaner or a cupping jar? Why had my self-control become so weak? After she sucked on me for a few minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate. It was so exciting, her oral skills were amazing. I couldn't let her suck out my semen so easily. I brushed her hair aside and said, "That feels so good." Now, let me lick it for you. I asked her to put one leg on the sink. As I knelt down to admire her, she shyly said that she had never been so lewd as to show her private parts to a man since she got married, and it felt so shameful. Looking at her flushed face, I kissed her lips deeply and said, "I'll make you feel good~ I'll let you enjoy what you haven't had all these years." She stroked my hair and pressed my head to her private parts.

Her private parts were quite plump, and her two labia majora were engorged and turned out like a butterfly. I teased her clitoris with my tongue and stimulated her vulva with my fingers... ??? Gradually, it slowly became red and swollen, and the bright and tender flesh of the vaginal opening also opened a small opening. The love juice slowly secreted made her gradually feel the pleasure that she had not experienced for a long time. She whispered to me, "It feels so good. I want you. I want you to fuck me." After I sucked her two engorged labia majora, I pushed my tongue deeply into her pussy. She shook her body to cooperate with my movements. I knew she had been thinking about this moment for too long. Her trembling body knew that she was very involved in this lustful intercourse. I kept licking and pushing it with my tongue. Finally she said she couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to do something. Whether I think so, now is not the time, I have one more thing to make you comfortable. She said, "Quick, come and make me comfortable." I asked her to sit on the toilet and spread her legs a little further. Then I spread her thighs as wide as possible and used my fingers to penetrate her vagina, searching for her G-spot. After some careful exploration, I finally found her most stimulating spot.

As my two fingers continued to thrust in and out, she cried out, "So stimulating, so good, faster, faster. I'm coming!" With a series of strong spasms, she shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I could feel the spasms in her vagina after reaching orgasm. I gently stroked her chest, comforting her and asking if she felt good. She murmured softly, "I'm completely smitten, it feels so good! It's like I've been reborn." I said, "I haven't even had a chance to relax yet, how come you're already gone? What am I going to do?" She said, "Good brother, rest for a while. We have the whole night ahead of us, let your older sister rest first. Ouch, my back is killing me!"

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