Passion Continues

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I personally enjoy dancing, especially ballroom dancing (I learned some on the street when I had free time). But I don't usually dance on the street; I always feel like I don't have the freedom to fully express myself. Those who dance know that dancing in a dance hall is a completely different experience, and it's much easier to pick up women. Of course, the less developed the city, the easier it is to pick up women. In developed cities, people have higher standards, and it's difficult to pick up women without financial means.

This happened a while ago:

one evening, feeling bored, I called some friends I often hang out with (who are also dance buddies) to go dancing. After buying tickets and going inside, we walked around the dance hall.

As you know, people who dance regularly know which women are easy to hook, or rather, which women are the "highly thirsty" type.

After walking around, I identified a target. This was a slightly plump woman, a bit overweight but very voluptuous, with delicate skin. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a long, gray skirt.

When the song started, I went up to her and asked her to dance. She was a Form Four (secondary school student). She said she wasn't very good, and I said I could teach her. Actually, I'm a pretty good dancer; I've been dancing for several years now. I took her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. She was a decent dancer, probably having been dancing for quite some time. "You dance really well," she said. "Hehe," I smiled, "It's alright, I dance often, I picked it up eventually."

Next, I asked her to dance a few more songs. "Hehe, it felt great." Then came the slow waltz, hehe, slow waltz, do you all know what that is? Slow waltz, commonly known as a couple's dance, is the kind where two people are more intimate, done without lights. I put my arm around her waist and slowly glided towards the center of the dance floor. It was quite crowded, hehe, perfect, fewer people makes things harder.

When others dance, they raise their hands horizontally, but I, to test the other person, would lower my hand, of course, holding hers. If she didn't react, then things were about to get interesting, hehe, let's continue…

Seeing that she didn't react, I started gently stroking her palm with my fingers, but she still didn't react, only tightening her grip on my hand. At this moment, I hugged her tightly with my right hand, just like a couple. She seemed a little awkward and shrank back slightly. Hehe, after a while, I hugged her tighter, and she didn't resist. "

You're very charming," I said. "

We're getting old, who can I still charm?"

Hehe, everyone's understanding of beauty is different. I just feel you look very comfortable, I complimented.
She didn't speak, just looked at me. I looked at her too, our four eyes met for about five seconds, then I kissed her. She didn't flinch, and the moment my lips touched hers, a smooth, fragrant tongue slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine. I held her in my arms, kissing her passionately. She sucked on my tongue forcefully, it hurt a little.

This was a very thirsty woman, or perhaps a woman with a high sex drive, I judged.

After the slow waltz ended, we rested for a bit, then danced a few more songs. I was waiting for the next slow waltz; only a slow waltz would give me a chance.

Twenty minutes later, my hope arrived.

The dance hall quickly darkened, and I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. I held her in one arm, kissing her, while my other hand slipped under her skirt, caressing between her legs. Her hands weren't idle either; she unzipped my pants and reached inside, touching my penis, moaning softly.

I carried her to a large pillar (the dance hall was quite large, with pillars in the middle), leaned her against it, and pulled her panties down slightly. She cooperated, lifting her leg and pulling them off. Heh, this slut, she loves excitement. I lifted one of her legs, pressed my body against hers, and thrust my penis inside. I kissed her as I thrust, using the music to drown out her moans.
But I knew the dance was only 10 minutes long, so near the end, I ejaculated inside her.

Before the slow waltz ended, we returned to our seats, quickly cleaned up, and seeing her still looking unsatisfied, I knew what to do next.

Then we went to the hotel room. That's when I really saw her clearly. She was a fair-skinned, attractive woman with big eyes, long hair, and an average figure. I tried to get closer, saying, "It seems like we've met before." For a moment, she avoided my gaze, but I didn't care. I pulled her into my arms and said, "I'll make you scream with pleasure." She said, "I only scream when I orgasm. Can you do it?

" It seems time will tell! Actually, she's very good at giving men pleasure. I took out my favorite black condom. The alcohol was kicking in, but I wouldn't penetrate her. She just pleaded, "Come in, I want it!" Soon, she was aroused and her juices flowed freely. I thrust in, and she screamed lewdly. Seeing this scene, I thought perhaps only professional Japanese actresses could scream like that.

We changed sides, then back, and she kept screaming, "I want you to hurry..." But I had no intention of ejaculating. The faster I went, the more pleasure I felt. She held me tightly, and before I knew it, we'd been at it for over 40 minutes, without me even noticing. Watching her climax several times, I realized she'd completely lost track of time. She turned and said, "I'll be on top, I'll finish for you," and then used all her strength to satisfy me, finally ejaculating. We both collapsed, too exhausted to move. Ten minutes later, we got up, and she smiled mischievously, saying, "You're so naughty! You've made me so weak I don't even have the strength to get dressed." I said, "It felt so good! I haven't felt like this in so long."

We fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, we exchanged phone numbers and then she left.

We never contacted each other again. That passionate night lingered in my memory for a long time.

In this realistic society, amidst empty crowds and gloomy nights, passion continues.

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