My experience of having sex with an older woman from Beijing

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An hour ago, I sucked her breasts, kissed her tongue wildly, rubbed her breasts, fiddled with her vagina on the sofa, and fucked her for 15 minutes. She had
a high, thin nose, a slightly dark complexion, and deep-set eyes, much like a French woman, but covered with tiny wrinkles, yet she was clean. Her lipstick must have been freshly applied.

One summer night in 2001, I was online at Feiyu Internet Cafe. My friends in Beijing might know this internet cafe; it's quite upscale, located
next to the National Library, inside the Minzu University. I was drifting around Beijing alone, and when I had sexual desires, I relied on the internet. I lived off the land I lived off. I didn't like dating; it cost money,
wasted my experience and youth, and in the end, I was heartbroken and didn't get the better of it. I enjoy browsing the "40+ Romance" section on Sina Weibo. It's full of sexy women and complaining wives, which suits
my taste perfectly. One day, I
had a stroke of luck. A woman with the screen name "bjdropped old woman" initiated a chat with me. My screen name is "gentle man," and she probably came for
my reputation. Women, you know, all crave "care," hehe… older women are no exception. I asked her age, and she was 50! Wow! I'm
extremely confident in my ability to flirt. I'm not bragging, but I've managed to get the women I've flirted with in under an hour. We quickly got down to business, and I even had
online sex with her once. But what happened later made me realize that this wasn't the first time she'd flirted with younger men. She was very confident and didn't mind flirting with younger
men . Luckily, I lied and said I was 41, otherwise she would have kicked me out too, and I wouldn't have had the chance to prove myself. My bedroom skills are truly amazing! I swear! I
easily got her phone number and home number. I kept calling her, not giving her a moment's rest or any room to back down. After logging off, I went straight to her house. She said she lived near
the Military Museum , in a single-story house. I thought, "Who are you kidding? I've never seen a single-story house before!" She also said it wasn't soundproof. I was really bold at the time, probably blinded by desire
. I hailed a taxi and headed straight to the Military Museum. The driver was really kind, taking every shortcut possible. Maybe my silver tongue and the flattering words I always used to say about Beijingers worked, things were going
incredibly smoothly. Romance was blossoming, unstoppable. I don't care how old the woman is. At the McDonald's across from the Military Museum,
I remember taking a picture here when my father first brought me to Beijing for school as a child. It's a truly historic moment. And here I am, waiting for a 5-year-old woman,
and going to sleep with her! Not sleeping with her would be a disservice to my youth.
I dialed her home phone, and she told me to come pick me up immediately. Only then did I understand her intentions; she was so cheerful, giving me both her cell phone and home phone.
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I'm afraid she'll be unable to find her, right? Haha... who knows."
I lit a cigarette at the alley entrance, a little scared. It's all too smooth; what if it's a scam? I didn't dare think further. I hurriedly dialed my deceased friend's number,
my lower body tensed, so excited, feeling an unprecedented challenge. This "sinful" night! Haha... I'm so happy!
I told him a rough outline, just in case. Just then, a voluptuous figure floated over in the dark alley. She looked really old. I was a little...
She panted and said: "Just like this for the night?"
Overjoyed, hehe... my little brother is so happy too... hahahaha...
I hung up the phone and proactively went up to her, calling out. She came, laughing lewdly. In the light of the streetlamp, I saw her face clearly. Damn! She still had
a certain charm, dressed in all white, her skin quite fair. I immediately calmed down. She asked, "You really came?" I didn't answer. Later, I said, "Thank you for picking
me up." Haha... what are you talking about...? She said, "Let's talk about it when we get home."
She was quite impatient. We walked one after the other without saying a word. The way she walked was seductive, a bouncy, yet light and graceful stroll, which gave me
a good thud.
We turned left and right, finally entering a long row of single-story houses. On the way, she pointed out a house she had just bought not far away—an apartment building. I thought, "To be able to
buy a house near the Military Museum, she must be quite wealthy." Later, it turned out she wasn't poor at all; she had good taste. She rented this place to be closer to work. I saw her
car—a Jetta. She was divorced. The house wasn't awarded to her. Her house was very tidy, it seemed she had lived there for quite some time, everything was in perfect order. I sat on the sofa and
chatted with her casually, feeling like I was having a casual conversation with an aunt. Suddenly, I didn't want to have sex with her anymore, but I vaguely saw the anxiety and
lust in her eyes. She had to go to work tomorrow, haha… She made me a cup of black tea, and I was a little hesitant to drink it. She sensed my thoughts, plopped down next
to me, pressed close, and took a sip. I smelled her high-quality perfume, constantly teasing my sense of smell. Looking at her face, I started to feel something. She had short hair,
crystal clear, hahaha… This old slut, just thinking about it made me hard. I awkwardly put my arm around her, put down the teacup, and just leaned back on the sofa like that. For
a long time, neither of us spoke. It was truly unbelievable that I was actually holding an old woman who could be my mother, and my penis was already hard…
I suddenly realized I was being too fussy. I suppressed my urges and, with a lewd grin, asked her, "What do you mean by telling me online that your breasts are 36D?
" "You're playing dumb..." she said, unzipping her zipper. Damn! She was only wearing a bra! I said, "Damn! You little slut,
you gave me a heads-up?" She said, "No, I just showered. Feel how big they are." Without hesitation, I reached inside. Damn, they were huge! I hadn't expected her to be so full, and with such
large breasts, I couldn't get any deeper. I pulled open her sexy teal bra and kissed her passionately, kissing her earlobe all the way down until I sucked on her
nipple Her nipple was very dark and very large, but at the joint it looked like it was about to break off, as if it could be pulled off with a little force, wobbling precariously. I thought
she must have been a wet nurse or had been sucked by 10,000 men—too old and toothless, but the feel was amazing! It was so smooth and felt amazing to the touch. I could
n't stop touching it. It really didn't look like the breasts of a 5-year-old woman. It took both my hands to cover one of her breasts. Comrades: I'm not exaggerating! The biggest I've ever had
, I kissed her tongue until it was soft. She gently stroked my penis through my pants. But wait, don't forget, she's an older woman… This little incident meant
her breasts were hers!
I even kissed her during that time. Her breath was wonderful, unlike the housewives I've slept with, who smelled like vegetables. Her tongue was long, and her kissing skills
were on par with mine. I guessed she must have slept with many men. If she'd only been with her husband or a younger man, she wouldn't be so experienced! Old married couples don't kiss
, but this made me forget she was a 5-year-old woman. I only remember being passionately entangled with her, kissing her relentlessly. Her kissing skills were amazing. I remember someone saying: the best…
A perfect French kiss involves unconsciously sucking each other's saliva. We were truly exchanging bodily fluids. Her breath smelled wonderful, a fleshy fragrance. But as always, I was a pro, and in the end, I
couldn't ignite her passion.
Then, like an elder and a younger generation chatting, we sat comfortably on the sofa watching TV. In four years, this was the first time I'd met a pro. I was quite happy; everyone
was calm, and I hadn't ejaculated yet. I felt like I was with an auntie, very relaxed. She went into the inner room for a while and came out. She patted my shoulder and said, "
The water's hot. Do you want to take a shower?" I said yes, "Do you want to shower together?" She said shyly, "Ugh, I've already showered. I'm not used to showering with others. I'm not comfortable with that in front of her."
But it was so exciting! She pinched my buttocks, sat on the sofa, and looked at me with admiration. Her eyes were so lewd. As she spoke, she
sucked . Wow! I felt dizzy. She's so sexy! I immediately went into the bathroom and started washing up... When I came back, she had already turned off
the main light and was only using a small dressing light. Tsai Chin's songs were playing in the living room and bedroom—an old female singer I rarely listen to. "
Woman Flower, Falling in the Wind."
"Woman Flower, So Poorly Beautiful."
I felt a little sad, and looking at her made me feel even more sorry for her.
She naturally pulled back the covers. It was cold with the air conditioning on. She leaned against the sofa, spread her legs wide open like a starfish, and then, oblivious to everyone else,
stripped naked. I'm very satisfied with my muscular physique. That day I was wearing extremely sexy red briefs. I had a feeling that I was like a gigolo,
a little bit desire. She even tucked her hands into her sleeves, looking delicate and charming. Although she was very full, I couldn't tell which part could withstand my nearly 1.5-2 cm large
erection. Her clitoris came, and she was wearing a bra, which made her look incredibly alluring for a moment.
I suddenly realized that she was just as eccentric as I was, and that we had met our match. I stood on the bed, holding my penis in front of her. She said mysteriously and softly, "
You know what? I haven't had sex in a long time. I like to masturbate." I said, "Me too, but I don't lack women." She said, "Are you mocking me for being old?" I said, "No, little
darling ...hehe..."
I stood on her head, holding her arm, slightly bent my knees, and put my penis into her mouth. She was really experienced. I felt that I had inserted it into her throat,
but she didn't gag at all. I felt as if she had intentionally drunk ice water. It felt so good, so slippery, and icy cold. My penis, 14.5 centimeters long, was inserted completely
without any waste. To this day, I still can't believe it was real. Of course, I only inserted it that deeply. I was a little embarrassed. She was really too horny.

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