The allure of orgasm

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One day, slightly tipsy, I encountered a heartbroken woman on a bustling street. Although several years had passed and our love had only been fleeting, the passionate scene remained vivid in my memory. I felt it was the most beautiful time of my life. She smiled at me as she walked towards me. She had oval black eyes with long, velvety eyelashes.

She gently extended her black lace-trimmed gloves and took my arm: "Young man, come home with me and let's chat, okay?" I could hardly believe my ears, thinking it was a hallucination. Deep down, I hoped she would say that, because I was captivated by her gaze. I repeated what I thought I heard, a phrase that sounded slightly offensive to her; "come home with you" sounded rather ambiguous.

She leaned on my shoulder and smiled seductively: "Don't worry, come with me!" Perhaps that's how it should be; in fact, that's exactly what it was. As soon as we entered the house, she gently embraced me, her warm skin pressing against mine, holding me close, and slipping her tongue into my mouth.

Her kisses were passionate yet slow, savoring and experiencing each other with care. There was no force, no greed.

Every movement blended together, and this whole was everything. My youth and strength fell into the trap of her intelligence and maturity. My hands instinctively knew what to do. I removed her clothes, the fabric rustling as it fell onto her ankles. She wasn't wearing any underwear; her fully mature body was exposed, brimming with intense desire.

I was completely captivated by her exquisite and graceful, utterly feminine waist, her rounded thighs, and the wide, firm, and incredibly sexy buttocks between her slender waist and pubic bone. On her buttocks were two mounds of soft flesh, with a pair of dimples close together.

I stood behind her, pressing my two thumbs into those dimples, and she stopped. Before I explored her, her buttocks like small mountains and the valley-like cleft of her buttocks, I first gripped her buttocks tightly. As I began to touch her, she subtly leaned back against me. Her scent filled my nostrils.

Her hair brushed against my face. Looking down, the front of her body was a peculiar sight, and my crotch began to burn.

Below my chin, her smooth, sloping shoulders were like cream, the inner shoulder bones feeling like horse bones, slender and beautiful. The flesh there swayed, flowing downwards to the tips of her breasts. Yes, her breasts, from above, looked like two parallel volcanoes, two pink nipples like craters. I could almost feel the heat emanating from those cunning and fiery nipples; my mouth would burn and die there.

Below her breasts was a mysterious shadow concealed by her mature, full breasts. But I could see the white, round belly above the valley between her wide legs. Her navel, like a black jewel, guided my gaze down to that white belly. A beautiful curve extended to her smooth, fiery, curly pubic hair, as cunning and hot as a nipple.

I couldn't see her legs, her feet, or the floor. Nothing but that cunning, raised mons pubis. My hands slid irregularly across her hips, making her feel intimately connected with me. And I myself seemed to feel that she was a part of me, like my fingers. And now my fingers were at the center of her upper thighs.

I felt again her warm, elastic hair brushing against my face. She leaned against me, shifting slightly, parting her legs. My fingers moved incessantly between her legs. I felt the coolness of her round thighs, and the wet heat between them.

I rested my head on her shoulder, kissing her neck. My lips could feel the throbbing of her neck, and she closed her eyes, beginning to let my fingers know her, understand her. It was as if an animal was writhing between her legs. The vulva beneath my fingers became wet and warm. I felt it tremble. I began to caress her lovely, slippery vulva.

Her vulva swelled and quivered under my touch. Like a writhing maze, it bewitched my fingers, teasing them. Then it lured them closer, into the mystery, to find the center of that maze.

My body tensed, pressed against hers, kissing the throbbing pulse of her neck as my fingers were kissed, welcoming her into her body.

I knelt down, kissing the dimples on her buttocks. Then I pressed my face tightly into her cleft, and my fingers penetrated deeper into her. The warm, moist vagina enveloped my fingers, tempting me, making me tremble violently. The muscles inside her vagina contracted and spasmed, as if alive, pulling my fingers in, playing with them, laughing and teasing.

I buried my face even deeper into her cleft, breathing in her scent. I inhaled her body odor deep into my lungs, feeling how warm and fresh it was. Her vulva trembled. Then I opened my mouth wide again in her cleft, and she tightened her hips, pressing my face against them, playing with my tongue in her cleft. My tongue writhed, savoring her scent, licking her buttocks.

She bent forward. Her thighs clamped around my waist. Her labia were completely parted, and her vaginal opening opened happily, wet, licking my fingers. I lowered my head and kissed that cunning little opening passionately, and felt it pouting back at me.

I moved my face down a little, pressing my nose into her vagina, my mouth completely wet. I put my mouth to her vaginal opening again, her hairy vulva rubbing against my face, needing me, begging me to go deeper. I kissed the glistening, tender flesh of her vulva, moaning. I freed one hand and blindly reached forward, rubbing her erect clitoris again and again with my palm, rubbing that rarely touched tender flesh, making it even more sensitive and tense in a man's hand.

I kissed her vagina, slipping my tongue inside, and her vagina responded by sucking it in. We kissed sweetly, moaning with pleasure, beckoning me to go deeper, while her pubic hair rubbed against me. Now her vulva was completely soaked, not just on the outside. Sticky and thick, like a watermelon pulp. These fluids permeated my life, my soul, my manly thirst, making me as moist and comfortable as that woman. I felt as if I had become the life-giving water of the ocean, in which I had taken shape, and now I had returned to its warm source, strong, beautiful, and primal.

My tongue licked her clitoris until its base hardened. She wriggled, letting my tongue know how much it enjoyed being licked like this. I continued to savor the salty taste of the ocean's depths within her. My hands then pinched her nipples and kneaded her mature, full breasts, which were like pillows nestled in thin skin, soft and beginning to swell with excitement.

As I rubbed her nipples, I could feel the rough, uneven skin rubbing against my palms.

She shifted, straightened up, and pulled away from my hands, her vulva leaving my tongue. She turned to face me and said, "Let's go to the bedroom." Her voice was hesitant, but elegant.

The bedroom was warm, and the bed was uncovered. As she lay down, the semi-transparent sheet beneath her trembled, and the entire bed undulated and shook. Her body swayed gracefully with the movement of the bed, perfectly highlighting every part of her. She raised a hand, beckoning me over.

I slowly undressed, my vibrant body intertwined with hers, like a speck of dust in the Milky Way. She stroked my warm skin, then reached down to my groin, grasping my penis and caressing it. As she grabbed my penis, my hands also grasped one of her breasts, which hung in front of me like a volcano, and kneaded that large, bag-like, full breast. Then I put one nipple in my mouth and began to suck on it, pinching it between my lips.

Her soft skin felt like paper in my mouth. As I licked and sucked, my penis in her hand began to harden and erect. Her nipples met my tongue, seemingly melting in my mouth. I sucked on them, feeling their changes, their hardening and enlargement.

My penis, too, changed under her caresses, growing larger, harder, and more elastic. My penis gradually felt a throbbing pain, struggling to resist the pressure she exerted on it. "Come on!" she moaned.

We began to kiss, my firm body pressed tightly against her soft one, rubbing gently. She opened her legs beneath me, and I immediately understood, reaching down to insert my fingers back and forth into her vagina. Only when my fingers were completely wet did I turn slightly to the side, slowly inserting my nearly uncontrollable penis into her vagina. I breathed heavily, her vagina tightly gripping and squeezing my penis, sucking it all the way to the glans. I forcefully thrust my penis all the way in, but it still felt like I hadn't reached the end; her vagina felt like a bottomless pit.

As I slowly pulled my penis out, her vagina, like a tile in receding tide, revealed some tender, red flesh. I thrust in deeply again, paused quietly for a few seconds, then slowly pulled out, and then joyfully thrust in deeply again. At the same time, I felt her responding to me; her hips rose and fell with each thrust.

I began to carefully savor every moment, every second, slowly experiencing the pleasurable sensation of my penis inside her glove-like, moist, lubricated vagina. Her vaginal walls tightly gripped my penis, pulling at it, warming it, making it comfortable. She reciprocated the pleasure of her vulva, sharing it with my penis—it was so mature, so pleasurable. It

felt as if I had been riding her for ten thousand years, slowly rising and falling on her body for a long time. My penis thrust in and out of her vagina constantly, busily.

Suddenly, she moaned softly, her excitement, illuminated by the white light, like thousands upon thousands of red threads spreading across the bed. Her vagina began to lose control; as my penis fully penetrated, it trembled, pleading for it to loosen and withdraw, to reach satisfaction.

I could feel her approaching orgasm, beginning to go wild. Her face wore an expression of ecstatic ecstasy.

I too became completely aroused, thrusting in and out again, faster and faster, seemingly deeper, smoother, and more pleasurable with each stroke.

My pubic bone felt like it was on fire, as if a typhoon was rising within me, swirling and circling an axis faster and more violently, seemingly without end. When it reached my penis, it felt like a ball of fire about to burst forth, a dizzying, intoxicating heat emanating from its surroundings.

Her vaginal walls contracted and spasmed violently, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing from deep within. I, too, gasped for breath, simultaneously ejaculating. Then my body completely relaxed, and I lay on her soft body, groaning and panting with excitement. She also relaxed her waist and fell onto the bed, letting me lie on her body to rest for a while, and then pushed me off.

I lay softly on my side next to her, kissing her neck, my penis sliding out of her vagina and lying limply at the base of her thighs. Some bright, shiny, translucent, sticky fluid flowed from her vagina, the secretions from our orgasm. My penis was still in the darkness of her body, and we two held each other tightly in that intense light.

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