I ejaculated inside her in the teahouse.

She was a woman with a unique charm. At first glance, you might not find her beautiful, but after a few more glances, you'd be drawn to her elegant demeanor—a noble elegance, a refined and graceful air that seemed to cleanse your soul. Being with her was simply comfortable and pleasant, nothing more.

That afternoon, as usual, we started with familiar topics, chatting about everything under the sun. Sometimes we'd have a minor argument over a short story from Eileen Chang's collection, sometimes we'd laugh heartily at a scene from a Feng Xiaogang movie, and sometimes we'd sigh over life's troubles… Before

we knew it, evening had arrived.

So, we each ordered a steak and continued our afternoon conversation. Perhaps the air conditioning was too strong, or perhaps the steak was too hot, but wearing thick clothes was unbearable, so I took off my coat and put it aside. Looking up, I noticed she was still wearing a thick down jacket, her cheeks flushed.

"Why didn't you take it off before eating? You look so hot," I asked casually.

"It's alright, I'm not that hot, it's fine," she said casually, her expression a little unnatural.

"Still holding on? Look, you're sweating buckets!"

"Oh, really?" She picked up a napkin and started wiping herself.

"..." She smiled slightly at me, didn't say anything, then leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I'm only wearing a bra underneath!"

"Oh..." I replied, glancing at her neckline out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that she really was only wearing a flesh-colored bra. So I gently said to her, "It's okay, I'll figure something out."

I looked around and suddenly noticed that there was an empty set of seats in the corner by the window, and because of the high-backed sofa, it created a relatively secluded little space. She should be able to sit there without her down jacket on, and no one should be able to see her!

I called to the waiter, "Waiter, please move us to the seats by the window!" I pointed to the corner.

We quickly sat down again. She still glanced behind her, still worried, and said to me, "Are you really okay? It wouldn't be good if someone saw us."

"Don't worry, I checked when I came over. I couldn't see what you were wearing. Besides, you're married now, what are you afraid of? There are plenty of scantily clad women on the street, and they're not afraid.

Why are you being so coy?" "Okay then, you'll have to take responsibility if anything happens."

"Fine, I'll take responsibility, I'll take responsibility! Just take it off, let me admire this beauty before me." I teased deliberately.

The white down jacket slipped off her body, revealing a lace-trimmed camisole underneath. Her rounded shoulders and prominent collarbones came into view, and even more irresistible were her full breasts, like two little white rabbits jumping out of the snow, hitting my sensitive erotic nerves. My crotch began to stir. (I started to wonder why I hadn't noticed how alluring she was before?)

It's true that men think with their lower bodies. After she took off her clothes, my conversation revolved entirely around the word "sex."

Of course, it wasn't overtly explicit; it was a gradual build-up, a step-by-step exploration. We started with a few bawdy jokes, slowly moving to marital sex, and even discussing various positions and techniques.

"You're not thinking anything funny, are you? Why are you talking about these things all the time? You've led me astray, really!" She seemed to suddenly realize something, looking at me with a coquettish reproach.

"Well, you're a natural beauty, so it's inevitable that I'll have some wild thoughts, and I couldn't help but blurt them out. You can't blame me!" "

So it's my fault? You're really good at arguing!" She said, pretending to hit me.

I knew she was just faking it; even if it landed, it wouldn't hurt, but I still reflexively grabbed her hand. The air seemed to freeze from that moment on.

She probably hadn't expected me to do that, and for a moment, she didn't react. Her hand, held tightly, didn't move.

I was also stunned, holding her hand, unsure what to do, and just stood there, frozen in mid-air. A few seconds passed...

She was the first to react, muttering under her breath, "Why are you holding on so tightly?"

"Oh, sorry!" I quickly let go, grabbing my knife and fork and haphazardly cutting the beef on the plate.

"What's wrong? Why are you so tense, like you've done something wrong?" she asked mischievously.

"No, nothing..." My emotions were still racing, my mind replaying the actions from just now, my palms still feeling her warmth.

A long silence followed.

"You like me!" she suddenly whispered in my ear, her breath sweet as orchids. "I've known it for a long time!"

Hearing this, I shuddered! I swear to God, I've never had any improper thoughts about her. All those times we've had tea together, it's just to chat with a female friend, at most a bit of relaxation. Even seeing her beautiful figure just now didn't give me any dirty thoughts; it was just a physical reaction, nothing more. That's all.

But her words made me vaguely aware that deep within me lay a buried desire—a desire to possess and have her. This desire, activated by her whispered words, was now wantonly occupying my mind and controlling my actions!

A sliver of reason compelled me to struggle and argue, so I abruptly turned my head, intending to say something.

But what awaited me was her burning lips, which pressed against mine, rendering me speechless.

Our eyes met, and my last vestiges of reason vanished!

I closed my eyes, sucked, and gently bit.

My mind was blank. Her feigned resistance fueled my competitive spirit. I relentlessly attacked the defenses of her teeth with my tongue, searching for the weakest point, prying and striking repeatedly until I finally touched her tongue. Then I began to stir that not-so-active tongue, arousing the intense desire within her.

Sure enough, she wrapped her arms tightly around me, moving them down my back to my buttocks, then suddenly lifting them up to cup my face, gently caressing it.

Not to be outdone, I reached inside her bra, unhooking it from behind and pulling it down. Then I went straight for her breasts, teasing her hardening nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

There was no more resistance; her body was already hot, and she began to sway her hips in response to my teasing, her breathing becoming heavier. I tentatively slipped a hand under her thick wool skirt to sense the scent of that mysterious area.

To my surprise, it was already awash; her thin panties were soaked, and her not-so-dense pubic hair was overflowing.

I easily found her clitoris and gently rubbed it back and forth with my forefinger. Her body trembled with the friction, and her hands quickly moved to my crotch, reaching inside to tease my erect penis and testicles.

"I want you in!" she gasped.

"Wouldn't that be inappropriate? People will see, it's inconvenient."

"It's alright, I'll go under the table, you come from behind, no one will see."

I could hardly believe she was saying that, I hesitated, looking at her, forgetting to answer.

"Don't just stand there, hurry up!" she said, actually bending down, pulling down her fleece pants and underwear, enticing me with her gushing, wet opening.

I cautiously looked around; there were very few people left, and those present were probably couples, indeed no one had noticed us.

So, I relaxed, guided my penis, aimed at the opening, and thrust it in.

I heard a soft moan, probably from someone covering their mouth with their hand because they couldn't suppress it. Encouraged by the sound, I grabbed her soft buttocks and slammed them against my chest. Her smooth vagina enveloped my penis, and with each thrust, a wave of pleasure surged through my glans

. I felt like I was floating on air! I don't know how many times I thrust, but I felt my climax approaching. I quickly lowered myself and said, "I'm going to cum," preparing to pull out.

But she grabbed my calves tightly, pulling me closer to her, preventing me from pulling out. "It's a safe period today, just cum inside!" she whispered.

Hearing this, as if greatly encouraged, I increased the frequency and force, letting out a low growl as I ejaculated my thick, hot semen into her vagina.

My penis throbbed inside her after the climax, and her vagina contracted rhythmically. We both reached the peak of sexual bliss!

After tidying up a bit, we went to the restroom to clean up, then paid the bill and left, afraid of being discovered.

The city, shrouded in night, was quiet and pleasant. For the first time, she took my arm, gave my butt a hard pinch, and said angrily, "Why were you so rough? You hurt me!"

"Okay, okay, I know. I'll be gentler next time."

"Next time? There won't be a next time!" she said, breaking free from me and running away with a laugh.

I quickly chased after her, pulling her tightly into my arms, and passionately kissing her red lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck, our passion running wild in the cold night air.

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