Hookup (3) Eating meat? Licking

page views:1 Publication date:2023-01-14

A few days ago, a guy from Wenzhou I chatted with on QQ said my QQ profile picture was too silly and an eyesore, strongly suggesting I use a real photo. I said no need for a profile picture, but I could send it to him privately. After receiving it, he sent me a red envelope to buy milk tea. My QQ account isn't verified, so I couldn't receive the red envelope and didn't click it. The next day, the guy from Wenzhou messaged me asking why I didn't click the red envelope. I said I forgot because it wasn't verified. He sent the red envelope again, reminding me to accept it. So I went to find my ID to verify my identity. When I opened my wallet, I was amused. There were two condoms in my wallet. Since my husband and I don't need condoms and haven't bought any for years, I remembered these two condoms very well. They were given to me a long time ago by a young apprentice after he came back from a prostitute. I thought that if I ever felt like it and wanted to play around with cucumbers, eggplants, vibrators, or something, it would save me the trouble of going out to buy them, so I put them in the basket I usually use for small odds and ends. My husband saw them one day while looking for something and asked me where the condoms came from. I told him it was from my "little apprentice." His immature, goofy personality is totally not my type. My husband knows this, so he didn't ask any questions and just put the condoms back in the basket. Oh, and my "little apprentice" also shared Viagra with me, but my husband had no reaction after taking it, so I seriously suspect he bought fake medicine. Thumbs down!!!

Since my husband provided the "fertile ground," I started chatting with some people from Shenzhen again. So I took a picture of the condoms and sent it to a friend I trust, D. I just meant to joke around, but D thought I wanted them and offered to pick me up downstairs after a few words... After chatting with my Shenzhen friends again, some of them asked me out, and some I asked others out, but for various reasons, nothing came of it. I was a little confused at the time, but I also kind of liked this decisive approach, so I sent my address to D and then went to wash my hair and take a shower.

Half an hour later, D arrived. After getting in the car and meeting him, he seemed as calm and reassuring as in his photos. However, his electronic bracelet immediately alerted me that his heart rate was too fast; his calm facade was betrayed in less than a minute, which was kind of cute. D asked me if I hadn't eaten lunch yet, and suggested we eat first before going to the hotel. I said I wanted to eat him first, and we could just order takeout at the hotel. D later told me that when he heard me say "I want to eat you first," he instantly became incredibly aroused. But I was genuinely worried about being nervous and awkward during lunch. We'd come this far; I couldn't possibly start awkwardly discussing the Taiwan Strait situation and Russia-Ukraine relations, could I? (Facepalm) After a few affectionate moments, D held my hand as we headed to the hotel. The tension was largely relieved by holding hands, as both our hands were sweating.

When we arrived at the hotel, he told me to wait in the elevator lobby while he went to check into the room. Huh?! Is that even possible?! So D is definitely a seasoned pro. After checking into the hotel, D pressed the button for the second basement level. I wondered why we had to go to the parking lot. D said he was too nervous and forgot to take the condoms he bought from the car. Hmm~ I really like that he proactively prepared condoms! Bonus points~

Once we got to the room, we naturally had some kissing and hugging. However, he said he smokes and was worried about his breath smelling of smoke, so he went to brush his teeth first. My liking for him increased by another point. I do hate the smell of smoke; my husband usually smokes on the balcony and in the bathroom at home. I changed into some slippers, adjusted the lighting, feeling a little shy~~~ I still prefer the lighting to be dimmer. After he came out, he opened Meituan (a food delivery app) and asked me what I wanted to eat. I said something light was fine, so I ordered dumplings and plum juice. Then I wanted to close the curtains, but he told me not to move and he would do it for me. I felt cared for, which I liked~~~

Then we got down to business! We

went back to bed, undressing each other repeatedly. D quickly washed up, then got into bed and started kissing me. My first sensation wasn't from his tongue, but from his stubble. D's stubble was thick and prickly, tickling my face. Because the kisses were gentle, the stubble didn't cause any discomfort. At first, I was nervous; my hands, which had been fine before, were now ice-cold, and I didn't dare touch him. I mentioned to D that my hands were cold and I didn't dare touch him. He immediately pulled my hands under the covers and wrapped them around his waist, saying, "Here, let me warm them up." As I relaxed, my hands warmed up. After

kissing for a while, D moved his attention to my ears and neck. Completely different from the gentle, tender kisses, his tongue was now like it had an electric motor—very aggressive. I'd never met a man who could handle my tongue so skillfully before. His tongue roamed freely, conquering every inch of my body, from my neck to my armpits, sometimes gently caressing me, sometimes bringing waves of pleasure. The biggest surprise was when he kissed my breasts; I discovered that my breasts could actually feel pleasure. Before this, no man had ever made my breasts feel anything. It's amazing how different ways of stimulating the same organ can produce such different sensations.

The spine on my back was also licked very stimulatingly. Of course, the most stimulating parts were my vagina and anus. From a purely physiological point of view, I personally felt much more pleasure from having my anus licked than my vagina. Half-kneeling on the bed, my two private parts were open without reservation in the most shameful position. The neurons in my anus, carrying the pleasure transmitted from D's skillful yet domineering tongue, spread to my limbs and bones like the tide of the Qiantang River, surging and rushing forward, fierce and unstoppable, one wave after another, for a long time. My vagina was also licked very well. From a physiological point of view, if the pleasure of the anus was like the thunderous force of the Qiantang River tide, then the pleasure of the vagina was like a trickle of water converging into one until the dam breaks.

The psychological pleasure of having your vagina licked is incomparable to that of your anus. When your vagina is licked, you can clearly see this seemingly upright and charming man, now, to please you, burying his face between your legs, devoutly and meticulously teasing every crevice and protrusion of that soft flesh. The pleasure aroused by his warm, soft tongue, while not making you scream with excitement like when your anus is licked, is enough to evoke a deep, pleasurable moan within you, making you want to push your hips up a little higher, a little higher, so that this man will cherish your vagina a little more. When a man so humbly submits to you, just to please you, to make you happy, how can you not love it? I love it to death!

After a while of licking, I was slightly sweaty and panting.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/66784.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=66784&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Rice, the city where my wife was raped

Next Page : Landlord 3

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Hookup (3) Eating meat? Licking

comment Open a new window to view comments