Continuing from the initial contact

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First, let me clarify that I have a bachelor's degree. I knew there were typos while writing these articles, but I was too lazy to correct them. I just typed them out quickly without trying to correct the word choice; this is just something I've memorized. As for those who say the articles are disorganized, if you want to read erotic content, go watch some porn. Thank you.
After seeing Sister Wen off, we kept in touch. I continued working a 9-to-5 job. One night, she asked if I was free to go to a karaoke bar for a friend's party. I figured I didn't have anything else to do, so I turned down a colleague's invitation. After changing clothes, I waited for her in front of a bank in a building. Soon, a car arrived. I recognized Sister Wen and she told me to get in. We drove to Bao'an. Those people were her circle of friends. They partied wildly until midnight, unlike my usual gatherings. These people led very decadent lives. Sister Wen was educated, and she didn't like these drinking buddies. She told me this later, but for business reasons and other reasons, she still had to attend these parties. Late at night, the private room was brightly lit, people were singing and embracing, glasses were clinking, mature women were screaming, and smoke filled the room. Men and women revealed their true colors under the night lights. It was like a strip club. One guy was clearly with his mistress; his hand had already moved from her chest to her lower body. Under the lights, the woman was clearly enjoying it. Around 2 or 3 AM, exhausted from partying, everyone left in arms, some checking into hotels, others secretly texting their wives. Sister Wen, seeing I had to work the next day, came home with me. On the way, she asked if I was tired. I said I didn't like such noisy places, preferring quieter bars where I could listen to music and have a few drinks. She smiled, and I noticed her beautiful profile, but at that time, I still felt a naive, sisterly affection and respect. She dropped me off at the building, and I told her to drive slowly and text me when I got home. She said she was used to it. She told me to wash up and go to bed early since I had to work the next day, and that she could catch up on sleep in the morning. I watched her drive away into the night. Back in bed, I tossed and turned, feeling conflicted. I didn't know if I was starting to like her—a woman with poise, composure, and undeniable charm. Soon after, I received a text saying I arrived home safely, and that I shouldn't worry. She said she should take me to more parties in the future to help me develop my social skills and confidence. I texted back, saying I should get some rest.
For the next two months, my older sister frequently took me to various gatherings with her friends—dinners, parties, family dinners, friends' birthdays. I became more and more articulate, transforming from my previous naivety into a more composed demeanor. I'm 175cm tall and weigh 60kg, with a decent figure and appearance, and I possess some knowledge and basic etiquette. The people in my sister's circle are all business owners, and they all seem to like me quite a bit. However, these business owners, while appearing glamorous during the day, can be incredibly ruthless and depraved at night. I think human nature is truly revealed.
Time flies. I went to university in Guangzhou and came to Shenzhen in July. Before I knew it, it was National Day. I've known Wen Jie for a long time. During the National Day holiday, she called me and asked if I had any plans for the holiday. I said I hadn't made any plans yet and didn't want to travel because of the crowds and the expense. Wen Jie said there was a nice bar in Luohu, the kind of place I like. She said she'd pick me up after dinner. Around 8 or 9 pm, I saw a car with its hazard lights on downstairs. We went to the bar, which had a very Western style. We ordered some drinks. There was a band playing classic love songs. A heavily made-up girl was being embraced by a beer-bellied older man. Perhaps the older man could find his youth there. Wen Jie and I have known each other for a long time, and we talked about her past. Soon I got a little drunk. I said I wanted to go home. It was late at night, and Shenzhen was very quiet. I was worried she might drive drunk. She said it was okay, she hadn't drunk much. We drove to a residential area, and Wen Jie said I'd had too much to drink and suggested I rest at her place. I said that wasn't a good idea. She said it was nothing. Sister Wen said her parents had taken the child back home; she didn't have time to care for the child and had already changed several nannies. She was busy with her business and felt more at ease having her sister take care of the child. We took the elevator home. Sister Wen gave me a change of clothes. I washed up and sat on the sofa watching TV. The alcohol made me dizzy. After a while, Sister Wen came out. I saw she was wearing pink pajamas, her hip line clearly visible. Sister Wen is 160cm tall, and her buttocks are very perky. I looked at her nipples clearly visible through the cotton fabric of her pajamas, and my whole body went hot. My penis also became erect. Sister Wen asked if I was feeling better and sat down next to me to chat. After a while, she got up and made me a glass of water. My face was burning. Sister Wen said I looked clean, like her boyfriend from high school. I said, "If only I were." Sister Wen said, "You're so silly. I don't understand." She said, "I want you to hug me." Suddenly, I understood. Without thinking, I grabbed Sister Wen's waist and instinctively slipped my hand inside her pajamas. Her breasts were so soft; after kneading them for a while, her nipples hardened. Sister Wen's hand slipped under my pants and grasped my penis. She exclaimed how hard it was, and I immediately let go, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking on her soft, white breasts. My hand also touched her genitals, parting her pubic hair. Her labia were wet. I pulled off her underwear and slid my fingers up and down her labia. Her buttocks began to move in rhythm with my movements, and she stroked my penis. I pressed down on her clitoris, and she lost control, moaning softly. I kissed her from her breasts to her navel, and my mouth began to smell her vagina. Sister Wen had already washed herself down there. I grabbed her labia and sucked on her clitoris. Sister Wen said she liked it, and told me to go down and harder. I knew she liked clitoral stimulation, so I kept vibrating and sucking. After a while, she said, "No, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore." She said, "Let me kiss your little brother." Before I could react, she pushed me away and took my penis into her mouth. Sister Wen was a married woman, after all. When I was in college, my girlfriend's teeth often scraped against my penis when she slept with it, which made me dislike oral sex. Sister Wen took my penis in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the glans and sucking. My penis was harder and bigger than ever before. I finally couldn't suppress my primal urges, so I grabbed Sister Wen and carried her to the sofa, pinning her down. My penis entered her immediately. I felt how tight she was down there; I didn't know if it was because it had been over a year since we'd had sex, or if she just maintained her figure well. I experienced a pleasure I'd never felt before. After a while in the traditional position, Sister Wen switched to the woman-on-top position. I held her waist, sucking on her nipples. She moved her head up and down, back and forth, moaning as she went. Her vaginal fluids soaked my pubic hair. She said, "So big, so comfortable." Seeing that Sister Wen was getting tired, I put her down on the edge of the sofa. I stood on the wooden floor and entered her from behind. This was my favorite position. I grabbed Sister Wen's breasts; because we were on top of each other, her large breasts jiggled when I was behind her, which was visually stimulating. I penetrated her deeply from behind, slapping her firm buttocks repeatedly. Sister Wen was very skillful; I could feel her squeezing my penis between her buttocks. As I thrust, I felt her sucking on my glans, so I thrust even faster and harder. Finally, I ejaculated amidst Sister Wen's moans. I was about to pull out my penis when Sister Wen said to wait a little longer. I knew she was slowly calming herself down. I silently hugged her tightly from behind, caressing her body and breasts until my penis slipped out of her vagina. I asked her, "Sister, are you worried about getting pregnant?" She laughed, looking silly. "I've already had children and have an IUD." She kissed my forehead. Then she asked me to carry her to the shower together. Sister Wen said, "Thank you, sister. You're still a child. I'm more than ten years older than you. Since it's happened, I won't hurt you. You'll get married in the future, and I won't hold you back." I said, "Sister, don't say anymore, I understand. I don't have a girlfriend right now, it's okay." She smiled and hugged me tightly... (I'll stop here for today. I'll continue writing if I feel like it. Thank you to the women I've met in my life; you've taught me to grow.)

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