Ice queens can be alluring too.

My girlfriend, Angie, and I were together for four years. She was my classmate in college, from freshman year to graduation. During the summer before her senior year, I accompanied her to her home to meet her aunt. When Angie was in fifth grade, her parents died in a serious car accident. After that, she was raised by a distant relative of her mother's aunt.

Her family lived in the suburbs near Puli, Nantou. Angie's aunt was a teacher at a nearby elementary school, and her uncle was an engineer at a Taiwanese-funded company. A few years ago, he was sent to Shenzhen, China by his company. They had no children of their own, so they treated Angie as their own daughter and took good care of her.

When I arrived at her house, I found her aunt to be very warm and unassuming. She was about forty years old, but perhaps because she took good care of herself, she looked only in her thirties. Her face was as beautiful and delicate as Angie's; she was a true beauty. She had short hair, dressed simply and elegantly, with fair skin and a slender figure. Perhaps because of her age, she appeared slightly fuller than Angie. She was a well-educated woman, both beautiful and intelligent.

Angie, upon returning home, spent her time chatting and socializing with her high school classmates. However, I don't like going out much. I usually stay home reading or watching TV, which often gives my aunt and me opportunities to chat. We talk about world events, marriage, family, and social issues. We seem to have a lot in common, and our views are almost identical. We often talk endlessly, and Angie often comes home to interrupt our conversation, but we're still not done talking.

Once, I asked my aunt about my uncle's situation. She seemed a little unhappy and hesitated for a moment before briefly saying, "He works in Shenzhen, mainland China, and he's doing very well. He sends money back for household expenses." I seemed to sense that there were some problems in their marriage, but I didn't dare to say anything more. We remained silent for a long time.

One day, I found a set of floral women's underwear and bra drying on the clothes rack on the balcony! Swaying gently in the breeze… it was lace, mesh, and openwork. I knew it wasn't Angie's; I'd gone shopping with her for her clothes and lingerie. This must be Auntie's! Who would she be trying to impress with such a simple woman dressed so provocatively?

In just a few days, Auntie seemed like a different person. Her previously melancholy face now glowed. Angie said she could tell Auntie liked me very much, and that Auntie wouldn't object to our relationship. The way Auntie looked at me was the same as Angie's, and she even wore Angie's perfume. She truly possessed a beauty I couldn't describe. Several times I was lost in thought, staring at her, and when she noticed, a blush crept onto her face. My lower body reacted instinctively.

One morning, I was only wearing a thin white thong, tightly covering my penis—it looked very sexy. When I heard my aunt get up and leave the bedroom, I stretched loudly, and my penis almost popped out of my pants.

My aunt turned her head and glanced at me, stunned. After a few seconds, she came over and covered me with a blanket, deliberately saying, "What if this child catches a cold?"

Through my slits, I saw her standing in front of my bed, her gaze lingering on my penis for a long time. I saw she was wearing Angie's pajamas, and a plan formed in my mind. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed the auntie, and started groping her breasts, calling out, "Angie! Angie..." Her breasts were indeed much fuller and fleshier than Angie's, and although they were slightly sagging, they felt better to the touch, quite bouncy and firm.

But then she shyly pulled away. I stared at her wide-eyed and said, "I'm sorry, Auntie. I thought it was Angie."

"Oh! It's nothing. Angie said she didn't wear some of her clothes anymore because they were out of style or old, so she gave them to me. I thought they were fine, so I put them on, and you mistook me for someone else." She hurriedly straightened her clothes and said, "I came to cover you with a blanket, be careful not to catch a cold." Then she left without looking back.

At breakfast, everyone acted as if nothing had happened.

That day, Anqi was going to Lishan with her classmates for two days. I made an excuse, saying my stomach had been bothering me for the past few days, and I wouldn't be going. Anqi was a little unhappy, and my aunt tried to explain, "Xiao Guo might be having trouble adjusting to the new environment; you shouldn't go."

But Anqi was stubborn; she always kept her promises to her friends, so she insisted on going. My aunt then said to Anqi, "Then you and your classmates go. I'll stay home and take care of Xiao Guo."

With Anqi gone, my opportunity arrived. Around noon, my aunt, citing the hot weather, deliberately dressed in something cool and sexy, seemingly trying to seduce me. She wore a silk off-white camisole that I had once given to Angie, which accentuated her proud breasts, making them appear even fuller and higher. The sparse fabric of the camisole barely covered her two large, round breasts; I could see about a third of them exposed, especially the sides, which were practically completely exposed, revealing their round curves. The two small, peanut-like nipples on her chest were particularly prominent, and she was definitely not wearing a bra under the camisole. As she walked, her large breasts swayed and bounced from time to time, making me dizzy with the sight.

Her skirt was incredibly short, allowing me to see her pink lace-trimmed, transparent thong panties without having to bend down. Sometimes, when she walked and spread her legs, I could see the snow-white skin on the inside of her thighs in full view. Occasionally, a few small black hairs would peek out from the sides of her panties. Her pink knees and fair thighs complemented each other beautifully. In the deep recess of her panties, there was a dark brown shadow, which I imagined must be her mysterious, hairy cave—it really made my mind wander.

Soon after, my aunt turned and went into the bathroom to take a shower, but the bathroom door wasn't closed, as if she was deliberately trying to lure me into peeking. Of course, I wasn't going to let that opportunity pass. After undressing, the aunt stood naked in front of the bathtub, offering me a feast for the eyes. Her skin was flawless, translucent, and snow-white, with thick, dark pubic hair and a mysterious vulva. The stark contrast between her upper, lower body, and upper body made my blood boil and my lust flare. My penis quickly became erect, swelling to the point of almost bursting through my underwear.

I never imagined she would transform from a simple, unassuming middle-aged woman into a seductive and alluring sex symbol.

Yet, she remained calm and composed, maintaining the characteristic reserve of a middle-aged woman, and remained silent. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I mustered my courage, rushed into the bathroom, and hugged her. She didn't resist, quietly letting my lips press against hers. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, gently parting her teeth. With my teasing, she slowly opened her mouth, her tongue lightly touching mine, then quickly retracting.

I put my tongue into her mouth, searching for her soft, slippery tongue, but she possessed a girlish reserve, playfully letting her soft tongue slide across my tongue like an eel.

I chased her tongue for a long time until I caught it, pressing it down and forcefully sucking the fragrant juices from her mouth. Her body trembled, arching her back against my chest; I could even feel the heat emanating from her slightly protruding nipples.

I knew she wanted it. I carried her back to the bedroom, kissing her trembling lips even more passionately. My left arm encircled her neck, while my right hand slowly moved down, gently cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples with my index finger and thumb, making them harden slowly.

I lowered my head, kissing her delicate, snow-white earlobes and neck, while my right hand squeezed her large breasts and nipples harder. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she began to moan softly. Her hand slipped inside my underwear, stroking my penis, and she kissed my chest.

"Don't misunderstand! Auntie isn't a bad woman. All these years, with Uncle away from home, Auntie has always been well-behaved and dutiful. Many men have given Auntie a nickname behind her back, something like 'Ice Queen,' meaning that Auntie is serious and reserved with the men around her. The reason Auntie is embracing you like this today isn't because Auntie is shameless, but because Auntie likes you very much. You look just like Auntie's first love. Not only are you about the same age, but your way of speaking and your gestures are so similar to his. From the first moment Auntie saw you, it felt like her heart was struck by lightning, and she was transported back to the days when she was young and in love."

I understood what she meant, and eagerly pulled down my underwear, letting my already throbbing penis protrude freely. She was slightly surprised, then laughed and said, "This is an extra-large one!"

At that moment, she held my penis in her right hand and supported my testicles with her left, squatted down, lowered her head, opened her cherry-like mouth, and took the glans into her mouth, sucking continuously, making my penis feel incredibly pleasurable. Soon she stood up, her legs naturally spreading open to meet me. I gently caressed her entire body, gradually warming her lower body, while kissing her lips and teasing her large breasts with both hands, constantly rubbing and kneading them. I prepared to slowly enter her body.

Her vagina was a little tight, and it seemed there wasn't enough lubrication; it was a bit astringent. Her moans were tinged with pain, and I saw her beautiful face contort in distress. I slowly withdrew from her body and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, does it hurt down there?"

"It's okay, it's alright. Yours is a little too big!" she replied softly.

"I'll be gentle. Tell me if it's uncomfortable," I said considerately.

"Okay, I'll get used to it soon," she answered.

My fingers continued to move downwards, stopping at the upper part of the cleft, where the clitoris was located.

When my fingertips touched Auntie's clitoris, her whole body trembled as if electrocuted, and she moaned softly. I began to kiss her lips, her neck, and then her swollen, red breasts. Her moans came in waves.

I gently stroked the inside of her thighs with my fingertips. Her thick pubic hair was like an adventurous jungle of desire waiting for me to explore. I lightly teased her private parts with the tip of my tongue, and she suddenly started to moan loudly as if she were going crazy. I inserted my tongue deep inside to explore, and she trembled violently, panting and roaring, her eyes rolling back, and saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She had reached the extreme of excitement. It was clear that her secret place had not been visited by a male organ for many years. A fertile field had been barren for too long, and now it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought.

I opened my mouth greedily and sucked up the thick love juice, which gushed out like a burst dam, making my entire vaginal opening sticky and slippery. I knew it was time, so I straightened up, aimed my glans at my vaginal opening, and inserted it again. With a "plop," this time it went in smoothly all the way in. The warm, wet, slippery flesh tightly enveloped my penis, and waves of heat surged up from my lower body, the feeling of excitement and stimulation rising higher and higher.

I slowly thrust in and out, her face flushed crimson, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, her breathing rapid, her breath coming in gasps, her lips parted wide, and she cried out incessantly. I increased the rhythm of my thrusts, and her cries rose higher and higher, soaring over mountains and valleys until they reached the highest peak. I slowed down, and the sound gradually lowered again, and as I thrust again, her cries gradually rose once more.

It started with gentle, slow thrusts, gradually turning into frenzied, forceful thrusts; from nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, it gradually became nine deep thrusts followed by one shallow one, repeating this cycle endlessly. I was like the conductor of a symphony, leading the orchestra of lust, letting the passionate music run wild in the realm of sex. The music was sometimes soaring, sometimes murmuring, but it was the most beautiful symphony I had ever heard in my life.

Her expression clearly showed an irresistible, itchy sensuality; her body swayed and twisted constantly, causing her two full, round breasts to bounce and sway, making me dizzy and disoriented!

"My little rascal... harder... don't stop... I feel so good..." Auntie moaned incoherently, her body twisting faster and faster, involuntarily contracting her vaginal muscles to grip my glans tightly, as if afraid I would pull my penis out of her body, and her orgasm would end.

Drenched in sweat, she frantically twisted her body up and down and side to side, her cherry lips opening and closing, panting softly, her long, glossy black hair flying wildly with her rapid movements.

"Does it feel good?" I asked knowingly.

"I feel incredibly good," she replied.

"Then call me brother, call me brother to fuck you." I mischievously tried to tease her.

She hesitated for a moment, a little embarrassed, and I took the opportunity to increase the force of my thrusts, forcing her to submit.

Sure enough, "Little enemy brother...come...insert me...insert me harder...brother...my lower part is so itchy...brother is so good...yes...that's it...oh...brother...brother...oh..." She screamed with extreme excitement The sound of "Puff, Puff" intertwined with the sound of my penis being pulled out and inserted into each other, forming a pleasant and beautiful sound of nature, which made me even more excited and stimulated. I felt that the glans was tightly clamped by the pussy meat and was being licked and sucked, making my whole body tremble continuously.

At this time, I felt waves of trembling numbness coming from my lower body, running along the spine of my back and up to my forehead. I pumped my penis harder, allowing the muscles in my lower body to expand as much as possible, and her screams became more circuitous and soared into the sky.

"Brother...I'm going to die...I'm going to die...Oh...Brother...Oh...Oh..." Then, with us both panting heavily, thick, hot semen gushed out, gushed out, and gushed out again. We

quietly embraced, naked, for a moment, then she slowly rolled over, spread her legs, pulled my penis out from her lower body, bent down, opened her mouth,

and sucked the remaining semen from the glans. "This little devil's precious thing may be a nuisance, but Auntie likes it." She admired it while carefully licking the semen off my penis and testicles, even cleaning her anus thoroughly. Then she got up and got a damp towel, wiped my body from head to toe, and covered me with a blanket to rest.

At that moment, I was captivated by her flawless, smooth, and beautiful body, which resembled a work of art. I enjoyed the meticulous care of this mature married woman; I felt incredibly fortunate. The royal service was truly extraordinary, warm, considerate, and understanding.

Before she turned to leave, she said, "The flower path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you. Auntie wants to borrow a line from Du Fu's poem to express my feelings today. If I hadn't met you, my little darling, how could I have tasted such wonderful and comfortable lovemaking in my life? Auntie really wants to thank you!"

I said, "Auntie, to be honest, from the moment I saw you, I was deeply attracted by your beauty, simplicity, and kindness. I should be the one thanking you."

This summer vacation was truly wonderful, magical, and unforgettable!

After school started, Auntie visited Angie at school a few times, and we secretly spent several enchanting and romantic nights together, each time under the moonlit flowers, tender and passionate.

However, not long after Anqi graduated from university, we broke up because Anqi had a bad temper and was difficult to please. We often had heated arguments over trivial matters. In addition, our personalities clashed, our values differed, and we couldn't get along, so we broke up. Since then, we haven't seen or contacted each other. After graduating, I studied abroad for two years, and after returning to China, I joined a foreign company and have been working there ever since. I'm busy every day and rarely have free time.

Now, Auntie is already fifty years old. I wonder if she still has her charm? Alas! My dear friend, I miss her dearly. Her beautiful face and stunning figure are always etched in my mind, especially in the quiet of the night and in my dreams.

My girlfriend, Angie, and I were together for four years. She was my classmate in college, from freshman year to graduation. During the summer before her senior year, I accompanied her to her home to meet her aunt. When Angie was in fifth grade, her parents died in a serious car accident. After that, she was raised by a distant relative of her mother's aunt.

Her family lived in the suburbs near Puli, Nantou. Angie's aunt was a teacher at a nearby elementary school, and her uncle was an engineer at a Taiwanese-funded company. A few years ago, he was sent to Shenzhen, China by his company. They had no children of their own, so they treated Angie as their own daughter and took good care of her.

When I arrived at her house, I found her aunt to be very warm and unassuming. She was about forty years old, but perhaps because she took good care of herself, she looked only in her thirties. Her face was as beautiful and delicate as Angie's; she was a true beauty. She had short hair, dressed simply and elegantly, with fair skin and a slender figure. Perhaps because of her age, she appeared slightly fuller than Angie. She was a well-educated woman, both beautiful and intelligent.

Angie, upon returning home, spent her time chatting and socializing with her high school classmates. However, I don't like going out much. I usually stay home reading or watching TV, which often gives my aunt and me opportunities to chat. We talk about world events, marriage, family, and social issues. We seem to have a lot in common, and our views are almost identical. We often talk endlessly, and Angie often comes home to interrupt our conversation, but we're still not done talking.

Once, I asked my aunt about my uncle's situation. She seemed a little unhappy and hesitated for a moment before briefly saying, "He works in Shenzhen, mainland China, and he's doing very well. He sends money back for household expenses." I seemed to sense that there were some problems in their marriage, but I didn't dare to say anything more. We remained silent for a long time.

One day, I found a set of floral women's underwear and bra drying on the clothes rack on the balcony! Swaying gently in the breeze… it was lace, mesh, and openwork. I knew it wasn't Angie's; I'd gone shopping with her for her clothes and lingerie. This must be Auntie's! Who would she be trying to impress with such a simple woman dressed so provocatively?

In just a few days, Auntie seemed like a different person. Her previously melancholy face now glowed. Angie said she could tell Auntie liked me very much, and that Auntie wouldn't object to our relationship. The way Auntie looked at me was the same as Angie's, and she even wore Angie's perfume. She truly possessed a beauty I couldn't describe. Several times I was lost in thought, staring at her, and when she noticed, a blush crept onto her face. My lower body reacted instinctively.

One morning, I was only wearing a thin white thong, tightly covering my penis—it looked very sexy. When I heard my aunt get up and leave the bedroom, I stretched loudly, and my penis almost popped out of my pants.

My aunt turned her head and glanced at me, stunned. After a few seconds, she came over and covered me with a blanket, deliberately saying, "What if this child catches a cold?"

Through my slits, I saw her standing in front of my bed, her gaze lingering on my penis for a long time. I saw she was wearing Angie's pajamas, and a plan formed in my mind. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed the auntie, and started groping her breasts, calling out, "Angie! Angie..." Her breasts were indeed much fuller and fleshier than Angie's, and although they were slightly sagging, they felt better to the touch, quite bouncy and firm.

But then she shyly pulled away. I stared at her wide-eyed and said, "I'm sorry, Auntie. I thought it was Angie."

"Oh! It's nothing. Angie said she didn't wear some of her clothes anymore because they were out of style or old, so she gave them to me. I thought they were fine, so I put them on, and you mistook me for someone else." She hurriedly straightened her clothes and said, "I came to cover you with a blanket, be careful not to catch a cold." Then she left without looking back.

At breakfast, everyone acted as if nothing had happened.

That day, Anqi was going to Lishan with her classmates for two days. I made an excuse, saying my stomach had been bothering me for the past few days, and I wouldn't be going. Anqi was a little unhappy, and my aunt tried to explain, "Xiao Guo might be having trouble adjusting to the new environment; you shouldn't go."

But Anqi was stubborn; she always kept her promises to her friends, so she insisted on going. My aunt then said to Anqi, "Then you and your classmates go. I'll stay home and take care of Xiao Guo."

With Anqi gone, my opportunity arrived. Around noon, my aunt, citing the hot weather, deliberately dressed in something cool and sexy, seemingly trying to seduce me. She wore a silk off-white camisole that I had once given to Angie, which accentuated her proud breasts, making them appear even fuller and higher. The sparse fabric of the camisole barely covered her two large, round breasts; I could see about a third of them exposed, especially the sides, which were practically completely exposed, revealing their round curves. The two small, peanut-like nipples on her chest were particularly prominent, and she was definitely not wearing a bra under the camisole. As she walked, her large breasts swayed and bounced from time to time, making me dizzy with the sight.

Her skirt was incredibly short, allowing me to see her pink lace-trimmed, transparent thong panties without having to bend down. Sometimes, when she walked and spread her legs, I could see the snow-white skin on the inside of her thighs in full view. Occasionally, a few small black hairs would peek out from the sides of her panties. Her pink knees and fair thighs complemented each other beautifully. In the deep recess of her panties, there was a dark brown shadow, which I imagined must be her mysterious, hairy cave—it really made my mind wander.

Soon after, my aunt turned and went into the bathroom to take a shower, but the bathroom door wasn't closed, as if she was deliberately trying to lure me into peeking. Of course, I wasn't going to let that opportunity pass. After undressing, the aunt stood naked in front of the bathtub, offering me a feast for the eyes. Her skin was flawless, translucent, and snow-white, with thick, dark pubic hair and a mysterious vulva. The stark contrast between her upper, lower body, and upper body made my blood boil and my lust flare. My penis quickly became erect, swelling to the point of almost bursting through my underwear.

I never imagined she would transform from a simple, unassuming middle-aged woman into a seductive and alluring sex symbol.

Yet, she remained calm and composed, maintaining the characteristic reserve of a middle-aged woman, and remained silent. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I mustered my courage, rushed into the bathroom, and hugged her. She didn't resist, quietly letting my lips press against hers. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, gently parting her teeth. With my teasing, she slowly opened her mouth, her tongue lightly touching mine, then quickly retracting.

I put my tongue into her mouth, searching for her soft, slippery tongue, but she possessed a girlish reserve, playfully letting her soft tongue slide across my tongue like an eel.

I chased her tongue for a long time until I caught it, pressing it down and forcefully sucking the fragrant juices from her mouth. Her body trembled, arching her back against my chest; I could even feel the heat emanating from her slightly protruding nipples.

I knew she wanted it. I carried her back to the bedroom, kissing her trembling lips even more passionately. My left arm encircled her neck, while my right hand slowly moved down, gently cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples with my index finger and thumb, making them harden slowly.

I lowered my head, kissing her delicate, snow-white earlobes and neck, while my right hand squeezed her large breasts and nipples harder. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she began to moan softly. Her hand slipped inside my underwear, stroking my penis, and she kissed my chest.

"Don't misunderstand! Auntie isn't a bad woman. All these years, with Uncle away, I've always been well-behaved and dutiful. Many men have given me a nickname behind my back: 'Ice Queen,' meaning I'm serious and reserved with the men around me. The reason I'm embracing you like this today isn't because I'm shameless, but because I really like you. You remind me so much of my first love—not only are you about the same age, but your mannerisms and gestures are also so similar." "Like him, from the first moment I saw you, my heart felt like it was struck by lightning, transported back to the days of my youthful romance."

I understood what she meant, and eagerly took off my underwear, letting my already swollen and slightly painful penis protrude freely. She was slightly surprised at the sight, and laughed, saying, "This is an extra-large one!"

At this moment, she held my penis with her right hand, supported my testicles with her left hand, squatted down, lowered her head, opened her cherry-like mouth, and took my glans into her mouth, sucking continuously, making my penis feel extremely comfortable. Soon she got up, her legs naturally spreading open to greet me. I gently caressed her whole body, gradually warming her lower body, while kissing her lips and teasing her large breasts with both hands, constantly rubbing and kneading them. I prepared to slowly enter her body.

Her vagina was a little tight, and it seemed there wasn't enough lubrication; it was a bit astringent. Her moans were tinged with pain, and I saw her beautiful face contort in distress. I slowly withdrew from her body and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, does it hurt down there?"

"It's okay, it's alright. Yours is a little too big!" she replied softly.

"I'll be gentle. Tell me if it's uncomfortable," I said considerately.

"Okay, I'll get used to it soon," she answered.

My fingers continued to move downwards, stopping at the upper part of the cleft, where the clitoris was located.

When my fingertips touched Auntie's clitoris, her whole body trembled as if electrocuted, and she moaned softly. I began to kiss her lips, her neck, and then her swollen, red breasts. Her moans came in waves.

I gently stroked the inside of her thighs with my fingertips. Her thick pubic hair was like an adventurous jungle of desire waiting for me to explore. I lightly teased her private parts with the tip of my tongue, and she suddenly started to moan loudly as if she were going crazy. I inserted my tongue deep inside to explore, and she trembled violently, panting and roaring, her eyes rolling back, and saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She had reached the extreme of excitement. It was clear that her secret place had not been visited by a male organ for many years. A fertile field had been barren for too long, and now it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought.

I opened my mouth greedily and sucked up the thick love juice, which gushed out like a burst dam, making my entire vaginal opening sticky and slippery. I knew it was time, so I straightened up, aimed my glans at my vaginal opening, and inserted it again. With a "plop," this time it went in smoothly all the way in. The warm, wet, slippery flesh tightly enveloped my penis, and waves of heat surged up from my lower body, the feeling of excitement and stimulation rising higher and higher.

I slowly thrust in and out, her face flushed crimson, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, her breathing rapid, her breath coming in gasps, her lips parted wide, and she cried out incessantly. I increased the rhythm of my thrusts, and her cries rose higher and higher, soaring over mountains and valleys until they reached the highest peak. I slowed down, and the sound gradually lowered again, and as I thrust again, her cries gradually rose once more.

It started with gentle, slow thrusts, gradually turning into frenzied, forceful thrusts; from nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, it gradually became nine deep thrusts followed by one shallow one, repeating this cycle endlessly. I was like the conductor of a symphony, leading the orchestra of lust, letting the passionate music run wild in the realm of sex. The music was sometimes soaring, sometimes murmuring, but it was the most beautiful symphony I had ever heard in my life.

Her expression clearly showed an irresistible, itchy sensuality; her body swayed and twisted constantly, causing her two full, round breasts to bounce and sway, making me dizzy and disoriented!

"My little rascal... harder... don't stop... I feel so good..." Auntie moaned incoherently, her body twisting faster and faster, involuntarily contracting her vaginal muscles to grip my glans tightly, as if afraid I would pull my penis out of her body, and her orgasm would end.

Drenched in sweat, she frantically twisted her body up and down and side to side, her cherry lips opening and closing, panting softly, her long, glossy black hair flying wildly with her rapid movements.

"Does it feel good?" I asked knowingly.

"I feel incredibly good," she replied.

"Then call me brother, call me brother to fuck you." I mischievously tried to tease her.

She hesitated for a moment, a little embarrassed, and I took the opportunity to increase the force of my thrusts, forcing her to submit.

Sure enough, "Little enemy brother...come...insert me...insert me harder...brother...my lower part is so itchy...brother is so good...yes...that's it...oh...brother...brother...oh..." She screamed with extreme excitement The sound of "Puff, Puff" intertwined with the sound of my penis being pulled out and inserted into each other, forming a pleasant and beautiful sound of nature, which made me even more excited and stimulated. I felt that the glans was tightly clamped by the pussy meat and was being licked and sucked, making my whole body tremble continuously.

At this time, I felt waves of trembling numbness coming from my lower body, running along the spine of my back and up to my forehead. I pumped my penis harder, allowing the muscles in my lower body to expand as much as possible, and her screams became more circuitous and soared into the sky.

"Brother...I'm going to die...I'm going to die...Oh...Brother...Oh...Oh..." Then, with us both panting heavily, thick, hot semen gushed out, gushed out, and gushed out again. We

quietly embraced, naked, for a moment, then she slowly rolled over, spread her legs, pulled my penis out from her lower body, bent down, opened her mouth,

and sucked the remaining semen from the glans. "This little devil's precious thing may be a nuisance, but Auntie likes it." She admired it while carefully licking the semen off my penis and testicles, even cleaning her anus thoroughly. Then she got up and got a damp towel, wiped my body from head to toe, and covered me with a blanket to rest.

At that moment, I was captivated by her flawless, smooth, and beautiful body, which resembled a work of art. I enjoyed the meticulous care of this mature married woman; I felt incredibly fortunate. The royal service was truly extraordinary, warm, considerate, and understanding.

Before she turned to leave, she said, "The flower path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you. Auntie wants to borrow a line from Du Fu's poem to express my feelings today. If I hadn't met you, my little darling, how could I have tasted such wonderful and comfortable lovemaking in my life? Auntie really wants to thank you!"

I said, "Auntie, to be honest, from the moment I saw you, I was deeply attracted by your beauty, simplicity, and kindness. I should be the one thanking you."

This summer vacation was truly wonderful, magical, and unforgettable!

After school started, Auntie visited Angie at school a few times, and we secretly spent several enchanting and romantic nights together, each time under the moonlit flowers, tender and passionate.

However, not long after Anqi graduated from university, we broke up because Anqi had a bad temper and was difficult to please. We often had heated arguments over trivial matters. In addition, our personalities clashed, our values differed, and we couldn't get along, so we broke up. Since then, we haven't seen or contacted each other. After graduating, I studied abroad for two years, and after returning to China, I joined a foreign company and have been working there ever since. I'm busy every day and rarely have free time.

Now, Auntie is already fifty years old. I wonder if she still has her charm? Alas! My dear friend, I miss her dearly. Her beautiful face and stunning figure are always etched in my mind, especially in the quiet of the night and in my dreams.

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