The young woman who caught my eye at the bathhouse

In a coastal city in a southeastern province, a sub-provincial city with independent planning status, not only was the city beautiful, but the women were also famous. The bathhouse was quite good, with plenty of girls and excellent service. Later experience proved that the business trip was truly worthwhile.

After a few drinks, I went straight to the bathhouse, ordered a private room, and shortly after entering, a group of about thirty girls came in, of varying shapes and sizes, each with a different appearance. With a wave of my hand, I said, "Change rooms!" After three different proprietresses, they were getting a bit overwhelmed and started trying to sell me their services. "We have all kinds of ladies here – elegant ladies, charming girls, sophisticated ladies… you name it, we have it all!" I'm a bit like Cao Cao; I don't like innocent girls, I especially like married women and young wives. I glanced around and found one I really liked. She was around thirty and looked remarkably like my college girlfriend, Jing. Her figure and appearance were quite similar. She seemed to notice me looking at her, smiled at me, and before I could even speak, she had already walked up to me. Damn, how come girls these days know men's minds so well? They hit it off instantly, even if they didn't.

She was from Northeast China, which seems to be the origin of most bathhouses across the country. Once she took off her clothes, I realized she was truly a beauty. She had jet-black hair, a slender waist, fair skin with a rosy glow, and small, slightly dark nipples, indicating she had probably given birth. She was clearly not a novice; her eyes seemed to speak volumes as she blinked. Dark pubic hair concealed her rosy vulva, and her buttocks were slightly upturned. She exuded no trace of makeup. From the moment she hugged me and kissed my lips upon meeting me, I knew this girl had fallen for me. Not kissing customers on the lips is an unwritten rule, a necessary measure for self-protection.

She performed the entire service with ease and dedication, clearly enjoying me, especially the long, intense oral sex, which left me both itchy and excited. She told me that according to regulations, condoms are required for oral sex, but she exempted me, performing it live. She also performed the "ants climbing a tree" technique all over my body, even playing with my toes. Thinking back over the years, since my first love's incident, my attitude towards sex has become increasingly casual. I've had my share of women—students, teachers, doctors, civil servants, models, actresses—but this girl was the first I'd ever encountered. It was a pleasure from head to toe. She couldn't wait any longer. After finishing, her face was flushed. She pressed her face against mine and said, "I want it, I want it, I can't take it anymore, fuck me now." Without further ado, I pulled her down, and her overflowing vulva was covered by my penis. As her breasts bounced up and down, her juices flowed out, wetting my penis, pubic hair, and down to her navel. Gradually, my penis couldn't take it anymore. I mounted her, and with one hand I grabbed her breasts, and with the other I slapped her soft, white buttocks. With each slap, her vagina contracted, and she made sounds of pleasure.

"Ah, ah, I can't take it anymore, fuck me harder, ahh, ahhh."

Her compliance fueled my energy, so I unleashed my years of experience, using all my skills for over an hour, employing every technique imaginable, exploring from all sides, moving back and forth, thrusting repeatedly, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, each stroke penetrating deep. With each thrust of my penis against her clitoris, her cries grew louder and more urgent.

"Daddy, Daddy, fuck your daughter harder, fuck her harder..."

"Okay, Daddy's coming, I'll fuck you to death!" I responded fiercely, channeling the power of my penis into her womb, letting her experience the thrill of being brutally violated. Just as my semen was about to gushed forth, she grabbed my buttocks and cried, "Daddy, shoot it into your daughter, shoot it to death!" Her vagina greedily sucked in the essence from my penis, drawing the sperm into her womb in waves...

The little girl, lying in my arms like a well-fed kitten, kissed my face, mouth, nipples, and penis again and again, caressing me with lingering desire. I was curious why she called for her father during her orgasm. She told me that when she was just beginning to experience puberty, she once peeked at her father showering and was attracted to his strong body. After that, she kept secretly watching him and often had erotic dreams of making love with him, but she was too ashamed to say it out loud. Her father was her sexual idol. Damn, there really is such a thing! It just so happened that she had just finished having sex today and was in a state of excitement. Then she met me, strong and handsome, which aroused her desire, leading to this unforgettable sex experience.

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