My husband wasn't home, so I went for a massage and it led to sex.

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My husband has been abroad for almost a month, leaving the company entirely to me. I'm exhausted every day. So I went to a resort for a hot spring bath, because my husband had recommended the massages there.

After half an hour, I lazily climbed out of the hot spring, wrapped myself in a towel, and went back to my room.

When I got back, a service girl was already waiting for me.

"Madam, please have a drink first." Seeing me come in, the girl handed me a red drink, then closed the back door of the room and drew the curtains. "Please wait a moment, the masseuse will be here soon."

"So she's not a masseuse..." I thought nervously as I drank my drink.

"Would you please lie down on the bed?" The girl came forward to help me.

"Oh..." I had no choice but to go to the bed and lie down awkwardly.

"Is this your first time getting a massage?" The girl noticed my nervousness and said gently, "Please don't be nervous, Madam."

"Okay..." I blushed.

"Please take off your towel, then turn around and lie face down on the bed, okay?" The masseuse's voice was gentle, but every word made my heart race.

After she helped me remove the towel, I turned to my luggage and took out a set of underwear. As I put on my white lace panties and prepared to put on my bra, the masseuse smiled and stopped me.

"Madam, you can't wear a bra during a massage, it will reduce the effectiveness of the acupressure massage!"

I had no choice but to put the bra back in my luggage, and then, wearing only my panties, I lay face down on the bed, inwardly blaming myself for choosing such an embarrassing situation.

The masseuse smiled secretly and covered my lower body with a square white towel.

"Please wait a moment, the masseuse will be here shortly." After saying that, she left the room.

I was left alone in the room, my back exposed, lying quietly on the bed.

At this moment, I felt an indescribable regret and blamed myself again. Just as I was having second thoughts, the door was pushed open. With a click, the door closed, and someone entered.

I, who had been lying face down on the bed, turned my head and saw the masseur—a young man in his twenties, dressed in a white uniform, somewhat like a doctor's coat.

"The masseur is a man!?" My heart skipped a beat, and my face flushed crimson. Was I supposed to receive a massage from a man while completely naked?

At that moment, I didn't know whether to sit up or lie down; I was incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. I wanted to tell the masseur I didn't want a man massaging me, but I didn't know how. Watching the masseur walk to the bedside, I could only bury my head in the specially designed breathable pillow, lying quietly on the bed like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Dear guest, I will now begin your massage." Hearing the masseur's gentle voice, I felt a chill run down my spine.

He seemed oblivious to my embarrassment, gently taking my left arm in his hands, his fingers softly kneading the flesh of my arm.

My heart pounded faster, and I felt even more terrified.

He began massaging my left shoulder with his fingers, then slowly moved downwards—elbow, forearm, wrist, palm—before returning to my fingers. He then massaged in the opposite direction, all the way back to my left shoulder.

"Please relax a little, sir," the experienced masseur said softly, noticing my stiffness. He then gently tapped my left arm with his palms, moving up and down along my hand several times, gradually increasing the pressure. Hearing

his words, my face burned even hotter, and I felt incredibly ashamed. But since the masseur had made this request, I could only try to control my nervousness. I buried my head tightly in the breathable pillow, closed my eyes, and tried to take deep breaths to ease my tension.

Perhaps it was his skill, but during the brief massage of my left arm, he quickly found the right pressure based on my body's response and began to gradually increase it. He paid attention to the combination of light and heavy pressure, and his acupressure points were very precise. Soon, my arm went from a slight pain to a feeling of comfort and ease.

After stretching and manipulating the five fingers of my left hand, he took my entire left arm and, centering on the shoulder joint and bending at the elbow, gently flexed and stretched it.

With occasional soft "clicks," I felt all the joints in my left arm stretching and moving, an indescribable feeling of comfort traveling from my left arm to my brain and spreading throughout my body.

In just a few minutes, I experienced a comfort I had never felt before. As my body relaxed, my muscles and joints entered a soft and relaxed state, and my heart gradually calmed down.

Perhaps there was no need to be nervous at all! I thought silently, almost mocking myself for my earlier embarrassment and tension.

Then he put down my left arm, walked around the head of the bed to the other side, sat gently on the edge, and then took my right arm and began to massage it. Similarly, my right arm experienced the exact same sensation as my left.

After massaging my arms, he placed his hands on my shoulders, kneading them slowly with a slight pressure.

Then, with each soft moan of pleasure, his hands began to vigorously knead my back, sometimes massaging the back of my neck, sometimes pressing and pushing my shoulder blades, sometimes pinching and kneading my spine, and sometimes stroking my waist. Occasionally, when he touched sensitive areas, such as my armpits or waist, a pang of worry and shame would rise within me, but I tried my best to control my emotions.

Sometimes I thought to myself that he must have massaged many people, and if I were too shy, I would seem petty and might be laughed at. Even I was surprised by this thought; why had I become so concerned about my image? As a married woman, to have such intimate physical contact with a strange man, and to have such a willful thought—it seemed utterly unbelievable to me in my daily life.

Yet, at this moment, my brain was slowly swelling and heating up; a flame seemed to be burning deep within my cerebral cortex, and my body no longer seemed to resist this strange yet intimate contact. Could it be…?

I had a vague feeling that the drink I'd just had might have an aphrodisiac effect, but my brain was too busy to think about it. As the massage continued, my nerves completely relaxed, my breathing became even, and my thoughts began to drift. It

wasn't until a slight pain shot through an acupoint on my back that I snapped back to reality. Opening my eyes, I realized he had somehow climbed onto the bed and was kneeling beside me, massaging my back.

Lost in the pleasure, I seemed oblivious to his presence. I exhaled softly, closed my eyes again, and quietly enjoyed his massage.

"Guest, please lie down. Next is the second section…" His voice seemed to drift into my ears from afar. I gave a soft hum in response.

Just as I was feeling a little lightheaded, I suddenly felt a chill on my lower body—he had lifted the towel covering my lower body.

In my dazed, feverish state, I realized that I was only wearing a pair of white lace panties, which were semi-transparent, tight, and thin. If he lifted my towel, wouldn't he be able to see the mystery and curves of my lower body to his heart's content?

"Wait..." I struggled to break free from the pleasurable sensation in my mind, managing to utter just two words, but he had already straddled my legs and pressed his hands against my two plump, round buttocks.

"Please don't move, sir..." he said in a slightly reproachful tone when he saw me trying to get up, while using his hands to stop me from moving.

"How could you..." I tried to say something, but his hands had already begun to vigorously rub my buttocks and waist.

Was this some kind of massage...?

I found it unbelievable, and a sudden wave of shame jolted me back to reality. But he had actually sat on my lap, and with a reproachful tone. Getting up like this might make him seem inconsiderate or ignorant! He might even blame me for mistaking someone's good intentions for something bad. But he was touching my sensitive areas; was I just supposed to let this stranger caress my buttocks?

My mind went blank; I didn't know how to react.

Just then, a sharp, piercing pain shot through my groin, and I cried out.

He was pinching the main tendon in my groin; perhaps he was using too much force, or perhaps my thighs weren't used enough, but the pinch had become painful.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry! I'll be gentler... like this... look..." He quickly apologized, while gently rubbing my groin with his fingers. At the juncture of my beautiful hips, in front of the semi-transparent lace crotch, the man's fingers slowly caressed my fair, smooth thighs.

This time the pressure was lighter, and I didn't feel the pain as before, but the previous touch still left me shaken.

"Sir, your thighs are a bit stiff..." he said while massaging, "Is it because your thighs haven't been stimulated, or have your legs been stimulated recently..."

"No... sigh." Thinking of spending more than ten hours a day in the office, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Looks like you need to massage this area more..."

"..."

At this point, I didn't dare to say anything more, and could only obediently lie on the bed, letting him massage my legs.

He opened his palms, cupped my left thigh, and while kneading the smooth muscles under my delicate skin, he pressed the acupoints and nerves on my leg, from the thigh, past the knee, all the way to the calf, then gently lifted my ankle, gently rotated my foot, and then lightly scratched my sole with his fingernails. Just as a feeling of comfort was rising within me, his hands released my feet and massaged back along the same route, all the way to my thighs.

Then, his palms covered my buttocks, kneading and squeezing my soft, plump buttocks through my thin lace panties. If the previous actions felt like a massage, then his current actions felt more like caresses. Because there aren't many acupoints on the buttocks, and his rubbing of my buttocks didn't seem to have much to do with massage.

However, at this moment, I was no longer aware of any of this. Ever since he had massaged my entire left leg from top to bottom, a sweet and warm feeling had been gradually growing and accumulating within me, and my heart was also subtly changing without my realizing it.

Especially when his hands approached my mysterious rear entrance, I felt a tremor and tension in my lower body, and a ripple of heat appeared in the deep passage. These sensations traveled through my entire body's nerves to my brain, intermittent and fleeting, until that elusive, pleasurable feeling completely took over my mind, and all my initial worries and shame were long forgotten.

Was this a massage? So this is what a massage feels like!

The sensation was so strange that I couldn't find the words to describe or praise it. Just then, he seemed to intentionally slow down the massage, leisurely manipulating my right leg.

My consciousness was completely focused on his hands, and as they moved up and down, my emotions rose and fell. When his hands returned to my buttocks, freely playing with my noble hips and expensive underwear, I almost fainted from the intense stimulation. The increasingly intense stimulation made my lower body feel like it was burning, and the already moist vaginal fluid even overflowed onto my engorged labia.

If I were still conscious, I would have noticed that my thin lace panties were already soaked with my vaginal fluids and sweat, rendering the already semi-transparent material practically useless after being wet. I should even have realized that from his angle, he could now see my most mysterious genitals, covered in fine hair.

However, the overall pleasure and sensual stimulation had completely clouded my mind, and coupled with the effects of the drink, I felt increasingly hot and my head was throbbing…

“Would you please sit up with your back to the masseur, esteemed guest?”

Just as I was completely out of control, he stood up from behind me, then bent one leg and gently knelt behind me.

“Mmm…” I completely forgot my situation and position, offering no objection to his request.

As if pursuing the pleasure I had just experienced, I straightened up and numbly knelt on the bed. His hand reached out from behind and supported my waist, gently pulling me into his arms. I groaned and leaned back against his chest, my soft, white back almost pressed against his bronzed pectoral muscles.

"Now we begin the third section, 3D massage..." he said, his hands already on my back, massaging from my neck to my waist, interspersed with occasional "slap slap" sounds.

I couldn't help but groan, my body swaying with his movements.

He was indeed a highly skilled masseur; he grasped almost every acupoint with perfect precision and just the right amount of pressure. I knelt on the bed with my hands at my sides, chest out and stomach in, enjoying his high-level massage as if in a dream, completely forgetting everything around me.

What I enjoyed most was when he asked me to raise my hands above my head, while he sat behind me, spreading his arms to massage my sides, moving back and forth between my ribs and armpits. During these vigorous movements, his fingers would sometimes reach forward, occasionally touching the outer edge of my breasts. That unfamiliar, lightning-like touch made my mind race, every nerve in my body seemed to stand on end, and my body trembled with urge.

I closed my eyes, not daring to look down. Because I knew myself that my nipples were shamelessly erect.

But I felt no aversion to this provocation. My mind was consumed by a raging fire; on the contrary, I even secretly hoped for these provocations to come again and again. Observing my reaction, a sly glint appeared in his eyes, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

When his hand returned to my armpits, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around the lower edge of my breasts from behind. To cover it up, he quickly and lightly scratched the delicate skin along the lower edge of my breasts with his fingers.

"Ah...not there..." I frowned and instinctively twisted my upper body, my reaction not intense at all.

My breasts were being attacked by a strange man, and my behavior was completely unlike that of a young woman.

When his fingers climbed to the top of my snow-white breasts, circling the two tender, hard nipples with his nails, I trembled and raised my head, leaning my body into his arms.

Smelling my intoxicating fragrance, a triumphant smile finally appeared on his face.

He kneaded my nipples with his index finger and thumb, and pressed the part of his body that was stretched like a tent under his underwear tightly against my buttocks, the bulge of the tent gently rubbing against my sweaty lace underwear.

"Ah!..." I shamefully thrust my breasts even higher, chasing the pleasure on my nipples, while secretly sticking out my fair, round buttocks, swaying annoyingly, as if wanting to swallow his tent into my buttocks.

"Now for the fourth section..." he whispered in my ear in a devilish voice, "Tongue massage..."

After saying that, he put his arm around my shoulder and turned my body towards him. Just as I was feeling empty and lost from the sudden loss of his touch, his lips pressed against mine, kissing me deeply.

"No..." I tried to cry out, but no sound came out.

The moment his lips touched mine, my mind went blank, like being electrocuted, a surge of heat coursed through my body, and I was plunged into an almost suffocating kiss.

Just as he was squeezing my buttocks and pushing his tongue deeper, I suddenly became a little more aware, because this shy position suddenly reminded me of my husband, the last memory that kept me awake.

I struggled to open my eyes, instinctively covering my bare breasts with my hands. As a married woman, naked from the waist up, with my full breasts high and firm, kneeling on a strange massage bed, being held in the arms of a strange man and kissed passionately, I suddenly felt embarrassed and uncomfortable after opening my eyes.

He was just a massage therapist at a hotel. Why was I sitting here obediently, letting him do as he pleased?

Just like at the beginning, confusion and even thoughts of retreat arose in my mind again. Why was I accepting a massage? Why was I sitting in front of a strange man wearing only thin lace panties? Why was I shamefully covering my breasts with my hands?

Deep down, the thought of pushing him away and leaving had crossed my mind more than once, but for some reason, I hadn't been able to do it. A swelling, hot feeling was rising in my mind again, and the comfort brought by the massage and the slight, shy pleasure in my body made it impossible for me to open my mouth to stop him.

Moreover, because he was kissing my lips tightly, it was impossible for me to open my mouth even if I wanted to. "

This is just a relaxing massage and adjustment, which can relax the whole body and release suppressed energy. It's beneficial to the body." He had solemnly declared this to me before the massage.

Since I hadn't refused the massage before, how could I stop the masseur's work halfway through? Although this "tongue massage" was much more sensual than the previous massage, I hadn't been able to refuse. If I suddenly asked to stop now, he might misunderstand and think I was complaining about the technique. Would that hurt his feelings?

Thinking of this, I closed my eyes again, involuntarily immersing myself once more in those waves of strange and wonderful sensations. I didn't even know why such thoughts had popped into my head. I was still in a very awkward and shameful situation, yet I still had the mind to think about others. I was indeed acting strangely today; not only was my whole body hot, but my mind was also filled with strange thoughts. What was wrong with me?

As I savored the feeling of the man's tongue caressing my mouth, I sighed inwardly in a daze.

Clearly, under the influence of my hazy thoughts and sensual impulses, I had completely forgotten one fact: his massage had already gone beyond the normal range. As a married woman, I had every reason to refuse this erotic massage. This was a thought I had never dared to consider.

Suddenly, his lips parted from mine.

"My dear lady, please relax," he whispered, blowing warm breath on my ear. "Don't be nervous, you're enjoying the massage therapists' services..."

Still savoring the passionate kiss, I was about to open my eyes when he suddenly pressed his lips to my ear again, gently blowing on it.

"Ah..." I trembled slightly.

His lips lightly touched my earlobe, his tongue licking it, the sweet sensation spreading like waves from my ear throughout my body.

Compared to the subtle massage, the pleasure from this method was more subtle; in a way, this pleasure, lurking within the body and arising from the mind, had a more powerful impact than a direct, overt experience.

His lips slowly kissed down my ear, reaching my snow-white neck and soft shoulders, leaving a soft "sizzling" sound before his hot lips brushed against my breasts, moving towards them, even touching my hand that had been protecting my nipple.

"Oh..." I couldn't help but tilt my head back and groan, feeling my breasts about to be attacked, every sensual nerve in my body tense up. Although my hands covered my breasts, they were almost powerless, just symbolically there, ready to fall away at the slightest touch.

However, to my surprise, his lips didn't pry my hands apart to invade my breasts, but stopped on the skin below my neck.

His hands suddenly released my waist and slid down to my round buttocks.

"Madam, you have a wonderful figure!" He lifted his head from my breasts, "Of all the clients I've served, your buttocks are the most beautiful! Be confident, okay?... " Perhaps to relax my tense nerves, he said this with a smile, while opening his large palms and gently kneading my plump buttocks through my underwear. "Really?... " I answered blankly, my attention completely focused on my breasts, as if nervously anticipating his attack. "Could you lean back a little?" he said, bringing his face close to my chest again, speaking as if exhaling in front of my hands that were tightly covering my breasts.

"Mmm..." Feeling his hands on my waist again, I leaned back without thinking.

"Relax... Your posture can be even more graceful, sir..."

Despite his constant reassurance, my nerves remained tense. The longer he delayed his assault on my breasts, the more focused my nerves became on them. My body gradually leaned back, but my firm breasts remained perky and shapely. If I hadn't covered them tightly with my hands, he probably would have showered my breasts with praise again.

He finally lowered his head and began his attack on my breasts with his tongue. When his tongue touched my hand that was protecting my breasts, I trembled all over. My fingers seemed about to collapse, completely abandoning their protection of my breasts. Between those practically non-existent fingers, pink nipples peeked out.

However, he wasn't attacking those two pink nipples, nor my snow-white breasts, but rather my hand that was barely pressed against my breasts.

For some reason, amidst the tension and trembling, I felt a slight sense of relief. If he had attacked my breasts, I would have been completely panicked. I seemed to have forgotten my position. Because, as a married woman, I had no reason to sit naked in front of a strange man, no need to accept a massage, and no need to constantly worry about when he would invade my breasts, buttocks, or some other more troublesome organ.

However, at this moment, my mind was completely occupied by a burning sensation, allowing no room for any disobedient thought.

He greedily took my fingers into his mouth, sucking on them one by one, completely exposing my breasts to his triumphant gaze. However, that hot, sticky tongue didn't attack my breasts. Instead, it started from under my arm, licking down my elbow and under my armpit.

"Oh my god..." As if an electric current had passed through me, my body suddenly trembled, and I lost my balance, collapsing flat on the bed.

He, wearing only athletic shorts, seized the opportunity, bracing himself on the bed with his hands and lying over my almost naked body, continuing to lick.

I never knew my armpits and elbows were so sensitive. His tongue's licking inadvertently revealed previously unknown erogenous zones!

As his tongue slid inch by inch across the smooth, white skin of my arm, erogenous zones I had never paid attention to were discovered one by one. At that moment, I finally understood that what could bring a huge sensual impact to the body was not limited to the breasts and vulva; behind the ears, the neck, the armpits, and even the limbs all harbored extremely sensitive reaction points.

However, I had no time to marvel at this new discovery, because his tongue and lips were fatally teasing these areas, bringing forth unprecedented pleasure. These were areas my husband would never have caressed or stimulated before.

When his tongue slid into my armpit, licking my light armpit hair, I couldn't help but scream. Every cell in my body felt like it was melting. This fresh and intense, wonderful sensation almost lifted me to the sky, a beautiful shock spreading through my veins. My already full and mature breasts now shamelessly swelled up.

As he licked, he occasionally glanced at my hard, slightly reddish nipples, a wicked smile flashing across his face.

"Guest, to let you experience the essence of a hot spring massage..." His mouth left my armpits and moved to my chest, licking my stomach while making slurping sounds, "The next service... you must enjoy it while crying... and keep moving your ass..."

"Ah!..." I cried out as I felt his tongue slide down my lower abdomen and continue its invasion.

When he triumphantly raised his eyes, his gaze once again falling on my upper body, looking at my blushing face between my high breasts, his tongue had already touched the top edge of my lace panties.

He opened his mouth, biting the top edge of the expensive panties, and gently pulled them down, revealing my thick, dark pubic hair.

Although the panties were still on my lower body, because a large section of the front of the panties had been torn off by his mouth, my pubic hair was completely exposed.

Feeling my pubic hair suddenly exposed to the air, I trembled involuntarily, every nerve seemed to tense up, and I instinctively reached my hands to my genitals. But my hand stopped just as it reached my lower abdomen, as if I'd lost my courage.

As a traditional and self-respecting wife, exposing my pubic hair to a stranger, I didn't even have the courage to cover it up. I couldn't explain why I felt this way. But I didn't need to worry about anything after that, because as my mind grew hotter and hotter, my ability to think gradually faded, and I didn't need to explain why I felt this way.

With the edge of my underwear in his mouth, he smugly swept his gaze over the thick, dark pubic hair on my vulva. At such close range, he could clearly see the rose-colored valley hidden deep within it.

From the engorged and moist labia, he could already feel the heat and restlessness emanating from the mature body before him.

If he were to penetrate her now, this woman would surely accept it gladly! He thought to himself.

But he didn't intend to do so immediately. He was waiting for a better opportunity, to drive this beautiful young woman even crazier! To make her abandon all dignity and become his plaything completely!

So he suddenly released her mouth and let go of my underwear. The elastic band caused the top of my panties to immediately pull back, and my wide-open vulva was once again covered by them. However, this cover served no purpose other than to arouse the man's desire.

Before I could understand his intention, his mouth was already on my lower body, his tongue gently sliding down my right leg. "Ah..." The sudden shock made me cry out again. Unable to release this intense impact, I could only cover my mouth with one hand and desperately twist my seductive body.

Just as I was struggling to bear this indescribable pleasure, he had already licked my ankle and opened his mouth to suck on my delicate little toes, biting each one with his tongue.

"Oh...oh," I frowned, biting my fingers tightly, making a sound that was almost like crying.

A strange pleasure surged from my toes upwards, through my calves, knees, thighs, and groin, all the way to the area still fortunate enough to be covered by my lace panties. In an instant, I felt a surge of heat within my vagina; the crotch of my white lace panties seemed to be filled with heat. The already semi-transparent panties became even more insubstantial after becoming wet, making my bulge even more prominent, and the thick pubic hair on my vulva almost completely exposed to the air.

As his tongue moved back up from my feet, every nerve in my body became completely aroused.

When that serpentine tongue reached the inside of my thighs, I cried as if on the verge of collapse, biting my fingers until they turned purple, while my lower body writhed wildly. In my mind, the last shred of defense had completely vanished.

He pressed his hands against my waist, his tongue relentlessly tracing the thighs towards the bulge where my legs met.

Just as I was so nervous I felt like my whole body was boiling, his tongue unexpectedly moved past my wet, aroused lower body and onto my smooth abdomen, then licked my high, firm breasts.

As I trembled, his tongue reached the lower part of my breasts, his nose and lips lightly and quickly rubbing the lower edge of the nipples, causing them to tremble slightly. Those round, firm breasts stood erect more sharply than ever before, the areolas expanding red, and the nipples already hard. My chest felt like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

"Whoever it is, please play with my breasts as much as you want!" I cried out in my heart.

I was completely overwhelmed by lust.

However, he wouldn't give in so easily.

He didn't rush to play with my breasts, but instead lightly touched my right nipple with the tip of his tongue while gently pinching and shaking my left nipple between two fingers.

Feeling my nipples, now even more erect after becoming numb and engorged, I trembled, shaking my head left and right, letting out cries. He would occasionally lick my nipples lightly. My nipples were also very sensitive; each time he licked one, my whole body trembled, just like my husband's when he ejaculated. I couldn't hold back anymore; my vagina was incredibly itchy, and I wished there was something moving inside me right now.

This kind of teasing, playing hard to get, was undoubtedly cruel to a mature young woman. My desire had become so intense that I couldn't control it.

Just as I was about to succumb to madness, his tongue left my breast and, with surprising speed, slid down from my lower abdomen to my genitals, landing on my silk thong.

As if thrown into the air, I screamed, my spread thighs tensing tightly.

When his tongue reached the downy hair and labia hidden beneath my thong, my screams stopped instantly, replaced by violent convulsions throughout my body.

From that moment on, I completely forgot my identity; my mind was only focused on the stranger who had given me this climax…

His tongue, through my underwear, gently teased my almost fully exposed vulva.

When his tongue, through the silk fabric, reached the clitoris of my vagina and circled it, I convulsed on the bed, a numbing and sweet sensation spreading rapidly from that point to every corner of my body.

But he stopped me, then used his mouth to lift my underwear and slowly pulled it away from my body.

Now, I was completely naked in front of him. He admired my pubic hair, playing with it and teasing me. At this point, I let him do as he pleased. He lifted my legs and placed them on his waist. Good heavens, my vagina was now facing him directly. I twisted my hips, hoping to move my vagina out of his sight. But it was futile; I was completely powerless, my legs stretched to their limit by his waist, unable to move at all. Even my husband has never seen my vagina like this before, and seeing him like this makes my nectar flow again.

I glanced at him shyly, and was surprised to see that he had seen my vagina: my pink labia were slightly parted, opening and closing gently with my breath, revealing glimpses of the tender red flesh inside. I was already very wet, and it was slowly flowing out of my vagina. Worst of all, my clitoris was sticking out; it was my most sensitive spot, and now it was like a little snake, starving all winter, emerging from its hole, looking around, hoping to find something delicious.

He paused for a moment, then said, "What a beautiful vulva, like a flawless piece of jade." I was so embarrassed; he had to say that! I couldn't bear to look at him anymore.

He stroked my labia with his hand and gently pinched my clitoris. I felt my whole body trembling, and my vaginal fluid kept flowing out.

He kissed my vulva, then licked my labia with his tongue. "This is the most beautiful part of a woman, so beautiful, so lovely!" With those words, he sucked the parted clitoris into his mouth.

"Ah… I can't take it anymore!" I cried out. My sensitive clitoris was being caressed, and my waist twisted as nectar flowed freely from between my labia.

The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and my vagina began to undulate automatically…

When his lips and tongue sucked hard on my clitoris, my whole body convulsed as if struck by an electric current. It was a numbing pleasure, and the waves of sensual pleasure brought by his tongue surged up like a tsunami, almost drowning me. It felt as if my whole body was melting in his mouth.

The young man's oral sex gave me an intense feeling I had never experienced before, making me lose myself again and again. Why hadn't my husband caressed me like this before? Why did he give me such intense feelings?

As I was still thinking, my buttocks rose high once more.

"So fragrant, like nectar!" he praised softly, as if the honey-like nectar flowing from between my labia was irresistible to him. He slipped his tongue into my vulva, scooping up the nectar with the tip, then placed it between my labia.

"Ah! No!..." I groaned louder, but strangely, the angle of my legs widened further, allowing his tongue more freedom of movement. His tongue barely licked; it swept with the tip, a light, almost imperceptible touch, like brushing against the air.

"No!..." I arched my back, as if chasing his tongue, but it floated away.

I gasped for breath. The only contact between our tongues was between our tongues, so my mucous membranes trembled slightly, constantly craving stronger stimulation. The aphrodisiac fluid melting from deep within me filled my labia with nectar.

The unbearable emptiness in my vulva made me gasp and feel agonizing. He seemed to understand my needs, so he placed both hands under my buttocks and lifted them high, folding my body so that my only support was my head and shoulders, my genitals facing upwards. He knelt, pressing his chest against my buttocks, his hands supporting my arms. My private parts were right in front of him. His fingers pulled my labia wider, opening his lips completely and covering my vulva. As if he wanted to devour my entire vulva, he sucked hard, the honey-like fluid overflowing from my labia and folds, his tongue piercing into the narrow space of the crevice.

"Ah... what should I do... ah!... I'm going crazy!"

I had completely betrayed everyone, utterly immersed in carnal pleasure, to the point of no return, and the wonderful sensations surrounding my entire body had reached a point where I couldn't suppress them even if I wanted to.

"Ah!... no..."

His long tongue was fully inserted into my folds, I could clearly feel my body throbbing, the tender flesh inside my secret crevice convulsing like a living being. My tongue entwined with his ascent.

A tingling, itchy pleasure overwhelmed my body, a sensation I'd never experienced with my husband. My vaginal walls constantly sought to grasp his elusive, slippery tongue, my completely wet opening trembling, contracting and opening repeatedly.

His lips, tongue, and genitals were glued together like a kiss, the overflowing nectar flowing almost endlessly. He sucked forcefully, deliberately making sucking sounds as if to stimulate me.

The wanton sucking sounds constantly reached my ears, further arousing my desire.

In that instant of moaning, his lips, narrowed like a bottle's spout, sucked on my sensitive clitoris with tremendous force. A jolt of electric pleasure, indistinguishable from pain or itch, coursed through my spine and surged to the top of my head.

"Ah...please! Stop..."

The confident young man ignored my cries and continued his assault, adding fingers to his tongue. His nimble fingers and tongue parted my labia simultaneously, rubbing the lubricated membrane.

His teasing and caresses had completely overwhelmed me with intense pleasure. At first, I trembled with fear, but thanks to his prolonged and patient caresses, I was now trembling with overwhelming pleasure. Shame and fear had vanished completely under this intense sensation. I had become a puberty-stricken woman desperately seeking pleasure; my vulva had forgotten the caution of chastity, as if it were itching and unbearable in pursuit of a certain feeling.

It felt so good; this was an excitement I had never experienced before. He gently bit my clitoris, teasing it with his tongue, his fingers moving in and out incessantly. I was about to die from dehydration.

Suddenly, his tongue left my clitoris. He pulled out a small vibrator from somewhere, and before I could even figure out what it was, he turned it on and placed it on my labia, vibrating it back and forth between my two jade-like labia.

He moved the vibrator to my clitoris, and instantly, my whole body trembled violently, a sudden urge to urinate washed over me. I was dizzy, what was happening? But I couldn't hold it in; my whole body was cramping, and the amplitude and frequency of my vaginal contractions increased. The boy noticed, so he worked even harder. Oh my god, I was about to pee; I couldn't control myself anymore. At that moment, a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out from my lower body like a burst dam, followed by a rapid spasm. I had experienced my first ever orgasm, and it was from a complete stranger.

"Want some?" he asked after resting for a while.

I immediately understood what he meant, "Mmm," I buried my head in his chest, my face flushed again. "Just once," I reassured myself.

He lowered my buttocks and then knelt between my legs. Stripped of all his clothes, a strong male body was exposed, confronting my naked body. "Wow, it's so big!" I couldn't help but feel a little nervous: much bigger and longer than my husband's. His thick penis stood erect, swaying as if greeting me, or perhaps defying me. As I felt a wave of masculine scent wash over me, his strong body pressed down on mine, his broad chest flattening my breasts, and his passionate tongue slipped into my moaning mouth once more. Oh my god, his mouth was filled with the taste of my genitals, and his tongue still carried the lingering flavor of my love juices.

I was completely aroused, not from my flattened breasts or the intertwined tongues, but from the base of my thighs. I could clearly feel the pulsation of his penis at the base of my thighs. The pleasure I felt when making love with my husband surged forth, only now my husband's image had been replaced by this strange and intoxicating man before me. I had the illusion that my body was floating in the air. Due to the light, floating sensation and the numbingly pleasurable feeling, my most feminine cleft was hot and itchy. I writhed in a dreamlike state, waiting for his final assault. Now, if he didn't relieve the itching of my labia, I wouldn't be able to settle down. "Ah..." A sensation made my body suddenly convulse. It was the feeling of his penis touching my labia, but it was really too big.

"Oh..." My waist recoiled slightly, but he pulled me back. He held his penis in his hand and slowly rubbed it at my entrance. He smeared my juices on the glans, then aimed it at my vagina...

As his waist slowly sank down, my labia were tightly stretched apart by the large glans.

"Wait..." I cried out inwardly, my heart pounding with indescribable tension.

He continued to press his waist down, and with the lubrication of my love juices, his glans had smoothly slipped into my vagina.

"...Swelling..."

He stopped, leaving his glans inside me, motionless. Suddenly, I felt a sense of surprise, as the penis inserted into my secret passage throbbed and pulsated—a strange sensation, expanding within my body. It was a feeling far more intense than touching a sensitive nipple or a protruding clitoris. This feeling was truly unique.

The anticipation of entering a completely different world made me involuntarily grip his shoulders tightly. Just then, completely suddenly, he thrust his lower body forward with force, and with a "plop," his large penis instantly entered my honeyed cave. "Ah..." I cried out loudly, my vagina instantly filled to the brim with his penis, tight and full. Although it hurt a little, it was an unprecedented feeling of fullness.

Finally, I had our forbidden union with this man, finally betraying everyone and offering my most precious body to another.

A strange feeling welled up inside me, and I gripped his shoulders tightly.

"My beauty, I've finally got you! I'm inside you!" he cried out, his hips beginning to move rhythmically. He pulled his penis out, then thrust it back in, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The thin membrane of my vagina made obscene yet beautiful sounds as his penis moved in and out.

"Ah... ooh..." I was overwhelmed by the sensations and waves of pleasure from his penis, twisting my hips in rhythm with the young man's movements.

"That's amazing! You're so tight inside, so comfortable!" he panted, his thick penis relentlessly exploring the tender flesh of my vagina, the glans kissing my clitoris again and again...

To achieve even greater pleasure for himself, and to give the woman beneath him the greatest satisfaction. He placed my legs on his shoulders, grasped his penis, which resembled a red-hot iron rod, and used two fingers of his other hand to separate my labia. After lubricating my vaginal opening with the large head of his penis for a moment, he thrust his hips forward with a "whoosh," and the glans, covered in my vaginal fluid, slammed into my vagina. The sudden stimulation of a place never before reached made me cry out—"Oh, I can't take it!"

He immediately sensed this and paused inside for a moment before slowly resuming his movements.

His penis rhythmically thrust in and out of my vagina. The dreamlike sensation intensified with the friction, becoming increasingly pleasurable.

So beautiful! So incredibly pleasurable! My limp body could barely support me, so I grabbed his thick, hard, and slightly hot penis and tried to pull it out, but he held my buttocks and thrust even harder. Helpless, I could only obediently submit to his every move. He moved up and down on top of me, panting heavily.

"Don't be too rough, I can't take it," he said, trying to comfort me. "It's okay, you should feel better now."

I hummed in response through my nose.

His penis thrust in and out of my vagina, sometimes churning as he thrust. The deeper it went, the more pleasurable it felt; the faster it churning, the more wonderful it felt. I was truly beginning to taste the immense pleasure of being a woman, experiencing the unparalleled bliss brought by a man's enormous penis.

Time passed by, and I moaned softly in pleasure, "Oh... um... gentler... beautiful..." My vagina was so full it couldn't bear it, but the more he saw me like this, the harder he thrust and the faster he pulled. This was the first time in my life I had experienced such intense sexual pleasure. Suddenly, he hugged me even tighter, almost frantically, making it hard for me to breathe. I felt his penis, which was rubbing against me, grow thicker and harder than before, and the speed of his thrusts increased. It grew longer, thicker, harder, and faster, and he breathed more and more heavily. "Oh... I can't take it... Oh... what are you doing... Oh..." I cried out uncontrollably.

"Oh, faster... Oh... Deeper... Yes, right here... Oh... Oh!"

I felt the huge glans inside my uterus begin to throb violently, and the man's hands, which were kneading my large breasts, began to tremble convulsively. He also began to breathe heavily...

My vaginal fluid kept gushing out, sticking our pubic hair together, a messy, tangled mass that made it impossible to tell which was his and which was mine. A mixture of semen and vaginal fluid clung to our bellies, our labia moving with his penis…

Suddenly, like a wild horse, he thrust in with all his might, the pleasure reaching an unprecedented climax. We were both panting, our hearts pounding as if they were about to explode… My senses were reaching their absolute limit. His speed told me—he was about to ejaculate!

He was now in a frenzy, roaring, his hands gripping my breasts tightly, pushing his penis to its deepest point.

I waited intently, anticipating the moment of ejaculation. In an instant, his penis hardened, thickened, and lengthened. As he thrust deep into my vagina, I felt my cervix gripping his massive glans tightly. His hot, hard glans spasmed, ejaculating streams of scalding semen that sent shivers down my spine and sent convulsions through my entire body… My

body stiffened, even my pupils lost focus, and when I closed my eyes, I saw countless sparks exploding. Simultaneously, the tender flesh clinging to his penis contracted forcefully. During these repeated spasms and explosions, I could only moan and groan, greedily savoring the waves of orgasmic pleasure. As I gradually came to my senses from the waves of climax, I opened my eyes, but immediately closed them again in embarrassment. My legs were still on his shoulders, and his penis was still inside me. His head had lifted from my chest, and his burning gaze was fixed on me. It was unimaginable that I would abandon all womanly modesty and morality, offering my body so completely to this man.

A wave of shame washed over me, but recalling the intense, blissful pleasure I had just experienced, my body began to heat up again, and the last vestiges of shame quickly faded. I opened my eyes and looked at him shyly. His large penis, having released its pent-up desire, remained deeply embedded in my pink, moist, and tender opening.

"Madam, were you comfortable?" he asked gently, looking at me.

"I hate it," I said, blushing, though I couldn't deny the unprecedented pleasure he had given me. "I'm so tired. Do you want me to stay like this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he seemed to have forgotten that my legs were still on his shoulders. He quickly removed my legs, but his penis didn't withdraw. His hands kneaded my breasts. "Really hate it? Then what were you doing earlier...?" he said with a smile. Then he moved his penis, still inside me, a few more times.

"Mmm, I just hate it." Although his penis was slowly softening, I could still feel the slight pleasure from it rubbing against my vaginal walls, and I involuntarily tightened my grip on his arm again.

Finally, his penis slid out of my vagina, and as it left, a stream of white fluid soaked a large patch of the sheet...

After the baptism of the charge, his huge penis remained as hard as ever, as victorious as ever, like a triumphant warrior, proudly raising its head, the fluid from the glans flowing down the shaft to the base and the two testicles.

What had just happened seemed like a dream, my genitals covered in semen and vaginal fluid, and he turned over and licked them again and again with his tongue.

I sat up and couldn't help but put his adorable little penis into my mouth, licking it clean thoroughly. I gently kissed it, rewarding it for the unparalleled pleasure it had just brought me. I felt no resentment whatsoever because of his status.

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