The story with the internet cafe owner

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Internet cafes, needless to say, everyone knows they're places to go online. But what I'm about to tell you, hehe
, kills two birds with one stone, let me tell you slowly.

Although my hometown is a small town, there are three internet cafes, but only one
of them is doing really well.

Why? Well, the owner is beautiful. To be honest, she really is
beautiful. She's in her early thirties, but since women keep their age a secret, I didn't dare ask. She's tall and slender
, but her figure is definitely somewhere between plump and slim, with a round bottom and perky breasts. Her
face is pretty, an oval face, and it's not white, it's pink. She always smiles when she talks.

Let me tell you about her husband. He's a salesman, but he rarely goes out. Everyone
knows he wouldn't feel comfortable leaving such a beautiful wife at home, especially since he's not good-looking and
is nearsighted. He's probably over forty. So why did the proprietress marry him?
I heard from others that when she was young, she was overly flirtatious and eventually became quite famous, making it
difficult for her to find a man. She married him through an introduction, and their relationship was good. They had a child
and lived a peaceful life.

After they opened an internet cafe, more people started using it, and many men started having designs on her. Hehe, I
was very lucky. From initially getting to know her, gradually becoming familiar, to finally sleeping with her, it took
almost three months. I'll tell you the story slowly.

When I first started using the internet cafe, my first impression of the proprietress was that she was definitely not a respectable woman; her eyes looked at people
with a somewhat lecherous glint. Her husband was quite thin, and I wondered if he couldn't satisfy her—a suspicion
I later confirmed.

I went to her place to use the internet regularly, and over time, we became familiar. I often used the internet there at night, and
sometimes I'd notice her husband wasn't home. I'd ask, "Proprietress, where's your husband?

" "My husband went out of town on business yesterday and won't be back tonight," she 'd reply

. I'd say, "That's unusual! Your husband is usually home, so why would he leave you alone at home?"

The proprietress said, "What's the big deal? We're an old married couple, no one's going to bother us if we keep her at home."

I blurted out, "Really? The proprietress is so pretty and delicate, no one's bothered by her?" The proprietress
blushed and said, "Get lost, you little kid, we can't talk to you."

I was speechless. I'm in my twenties, and she calls me a kid? I know this can't be rushed, it has to be done slowly .
I'll try to talk to her a bit more, crack some jokes, etc., whenever I have the chance. Her husband rarely goes out on business; he's basically
at home with her every night. I was a little annoyed.

In the summer, the internet cafe got hot, and the fans weren't strong enough. I took off
my clothes in the internet cafe. And I'm not exaggerating, though my muscles aren't exactly... well, let's just say they're not... impressive. Yes, but
it's a bit bigger than Bruce Lee's .

I spend an hour and a half at the gym every day, so when I first went shirtless in the internet cafe
, the proprietress stared at me for a long time before finally saying, "You always seem so thin, but I didn't expect you to be
so muscular when you're naked.

" I asked, "I'm much better than your husband, right?" "Him? That deadbeat, skinny as a
matchstick, what good is he?" the proprietress said. As soon as she said that, I knew her husband was useless
. But I didn't know how to approach her. I couldn't be too blatant; what if the proprietress
didn't have the intention? I'd get scolded. Even though I often made jokes to tease her,
I'd never actually laid a hand on her, but opportunities gradually arose.

One night, I went to their internet cafe. Around 10 PM, most of the people had left
. The proprietress, wearing a red dress, sat next to me, also using the internet. As the crowd thinned, my mind
started racing.

Suddenly, I felt something on my foot. It was summer, and everyone was wearing slippers. I didn't dare look down.
It turned out the proprietress had put her foot on mine. My heart pounded. It stayed there for about twenty seconds. I didn't make a sound.
The landlady took her foot down again .

I spoke up then, "Landlady, your husband's not home again tonight?" "Yes, he went out again.
He can't make money doing business at home, so I coaxed him out. He earns
more money doing business outside," the landlady said. "So I'll be alone again tonight," I laughed and said, "It's okay, I'll get
used to it." Then I went downstairs. I was alone upstairs. Hearing that the landlady's husband wasn't home, I
started thinking about what to do next. I thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a good plan.

Then the landlady came back upstairs. A scent of Safeguard soap wafted into my nose. It turned out she had gone downstairs to take a shower
and changed into a black dress. The dress was sheer, and I could see her red underwear underneath.
The mask was white, wow, it made my nose bleed! The internet cafe was deserted, just me and the proprietress. I didn't
dare to do anything out of line and continued chatting online.

Then the proprietress sat down next to me again and started surfing the internet. A little while later, she put her foot on mine. This time,
I understood—she was testing me. I immediately put my other foot on her leg.
She had just showered, and her body was quite lithe.

Seeing she didn't react, I put my hand on her thigh. Then she spoke, "Wait a minute, I
'll close the door. You can stay here all night." My God, I was incredibly excited! This was clearly a invitation for me to stay here...
My heart was pounding as she told me she was staying overnight. A
I'm going to sleep." (It should be noted that her child was sleeping downstairs.) I said, "Okay, you sleep
, I'll play a little longer." Then she went inside.

I couldn't sit still! I turned around to look, and saw that her door wasn't closed! Haha, this was an invitation
for me to come in! I immediately went into her room. She was now only wearing a bra and panties. She looked at me...
She came in, still pretending to be innocent in front of me, asking, "What are you doing here? I'm going to sleep." Damn it, I thought to myself, "
You clearly let me in, why are you pretending?" But I didn't say that aloud. I said, "It's so dark, I can't go back, and going
online is tiring, so I'll sleep here." She readily agreed, "Okay, but don't move around too
much." I said, "Don't worry, I'm still a kid." After saying that, I took off all my clothes and got into bed.

As soon as I got into bed, I reached out and touched her breasts. She covered them with her hand,
so I touched her vulva. She covered that too. I then moved my hands up and down, touching her nipples with my hands
, and even though there was underwear between us, I could still feel her vulva. With my combined efforts,
I could feel it getting wet even through her underwear. At this point, she wasn't resisting at all.

The opportunity had arrived. I first took off her bra, then her panties. She had just showered, and she smelled wonderful.
To be honest, I quite like the scent of Safeguard soap. I immediately started kissing her from the lips, kissing for a while,
then moved my lips to her nipples. The nipples weren't very big, but her breasts were firm, and they felt wonderful to the touch. I moved
down from her nipples to her stomach, lower abdomen, and then to the sides of her thighs.

I could clearly feel her body tensing up, and the flow of fluid from her vulva increasing. Now
was the perfect time to lick her vulva, so I plunged my mouth into it. The fluid tasted slightly salty,
not at all pungent. She probably used Safeguard soap there while showering. I like
a slightly pungent smell, but she didn't, which was a little disappointing, but it didn't affect my mood.
I continued licking her vulva, using my tongue to separate her already parted labia and clean them again, licking them from top to bottom
once more.

Then I squeezed my tongue into a ball and inserted it into her vagina. By this time, she was already panting, her face flushed,
and she didn't say a word, only occasionally letting out a soft "hmm." I knew she was holding back
because her child was sleeping downstairs. However, when I bit her clitoris with my tongue, her body suddenly
stiffened, and she let out a soft moan. I felt a heat in my mouth.

It turned out she was leaking again. Wow, it was milky white and thick. If you added some sugar, it would be almost like Vitasoy soy milk
, very refreshing. At this time, my little brother was already standing there. I wanted her to lick it, but I felt
it wasn't appropriate because I hadn't gone home and hadn't showered yet, so my penis would definitely smell. So I just grabbed my little
brother and rubbed it back and forth outside her vagina. After rubbing it a few times, she objected. First, she moaned, not letting
me rub it outside, and then she pinched me. Damn, it pinched so hard.

I knew she wanted me to go in, so I deliberately didn't go in. I just put my penis at the entrance of her vagina, and she felt... She noticed
and tried to push her body towards me, attempting to force my penis in. I deliberately pulled back a little.
She got angry, stood up, and pinned me to the bed in a lotus position.

I lay on the bed, my penis erect. She slowly squatted down; her vagina was already soaked. With
the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, it felt very comfortable to enter her body. It was a little tight and warm. She slowly began to
move up and down. With each rise and fall, her movements became faster, and her moans grew louder.
After about two minutes, she groaned and lay on top of me, saying she couldn't go on anymore. I felt fluid on my penis
; I knew she was wet and wanted to lie down and relax. How could I let her go?

I got up and mounted her, straddling her, spreading her legs, and making her sit on the edge of the bed so I could...
I had fully inserted myself. With
the slapping of my penis against her flesh. Her eyes were glazed over; I knew she was ecstatic. Even
more ecstatic was me. Though I was sweating profusely, I kept going at it,
not wanting to miss a beat.

After about ten minutes, I felt this position wasn't good, so I asked what position she preferred. She said anything was fine, whatever felt
good. I noticed her buttocks were so round and smooth, so I said, "Let's do it from behind." She turned around,
placed her hands on the edge of the bed, and stood with her feet on the floor. I told her to clench her buttocks, making it even tighter when I thrust. Only
tightness brings pleasure. With a soft "whoosh," my penis entered her vagina.

I started thrusting wildly. I felt this was my final push; I had to completely
conquer her. If I conquered her tonight, not only would I be able to go online for free, but I could also...
So, thinking about

She was very cooperative, her buttocks pressing against my penis. I thrust forward, and she thrust her buttocks back, each
thrust with great force. I could feel how hungry she was, so I asked her, "Doesn't your husband usually fuck you?" "Yes,
" she said weakly. "His penis is useless, short and soft." I chuckled to myself. "No wonder
you're so hungry. Does my penis feel good when it fucks you?" "Yes, I like you like this, strong and
thick. I like you fucking me hard." Hearing this, I worked even harder.

The sounds of the impact were no longer just "slap slap," but rather a series of soft sounds. And sometimes, while thrusting,
I could hear air coming out of her vagina. This was probably because I was thrusting too fast, drawing air in.
The faster I thrust, the louder her moans became.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat down my back, slowly rushing through my brain and reaching my penis. I knew I
was about to ejaculate. I yelled, "Ah, I'm going to cum!" The landlady noticed and said, "Hurry up, I'm about to come too."

Damn it, the words had barely left her lips when I ejaculated. The feeling was simply...incredibly good. I was just about to lie on top of her and
rest for a while when

she started yelling, "I told you to hold on a little longer, and you came! No, I almost climaxed!"
Damn it, I couldn't hold back. While my penis was still hard, I thrust in and out another thirty or forty times. She finally groaned, straightened her body
, and collapsed onto the bed.

Damn it, every man knows that after ejaculating, nobody wants to move an inch. But to completely conquer her,
I still thrust in and out another thirty or forty times after I came. I was exhausted. Then I collapsed on top of her.
It felt amazing. My penis was still inside her vagina, and I could clearly feel it contracting and squeezing it
, making it a little sore. I couldn't help but admire her strong vaginal contractions. My penis
remained inside her, warm and wet, and with our bodies pressed together, it soon
became hard again.

I slowly thrust in and out, and after a dozen or so thrusts, my penis was fully erect. She was still immersed in the climax of her first time having sex
, so I launched an even more intense attack.

Since it was her second erection, I adopted a high-speed strategy this time, with a frequency of
about 140 to 150 thrusts per minute. At this point, she went completely wild, squeaking and moaning.
In the middle of the night, her cries carried very far, which scared me a little. I grabbed something and put it in her mouth, but
it still didn't work. She was still whimpering, so I covered her mouth with mine.

With my rapid thrusting all the way, I lost count, but it probably lasted only about five minutes before I was exhausted. Just
as I was about to stop, she quickly got up and took my penis in her mouth, frantically sucking and spitting it in and out.
The wetness in her mouth made my breathing heavier.

In a rush of heat, my penis hardened, and I thrust forward—and lo and
behold, she swallowed hundreds of thousands of sperm! But then she spat it all out. What a waste.

We were both lying on the bed, and I had to hold her. I know that after a woman is done, a man has to soothe her. It was
exhausting, but… It was all worth the effort, because we were so energetic while we were doing it, and afterwards we had to pretend to have
endless energy. That way, she'd be completely devoted to us. I asked her when her husband was coming back, and she said, "
At the latest, a month." Oh my god, that's amazing! I can have her every night and get free internet access! So awesome!
At this point, my mind started to wander, completely immersed in the pleasure of the orgasm. Drowsiness deepened, my breathing became heavier.
Don't think I'm just exhausted; you'd be wrong. This wolf is just too tired to handle and has fallen asleep…

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