Second time seeing the young woman

On a slightly secluded street sat a stationery store, inconspicuous in appearance. The owner was a plump young woman with a childlike face, probably around 35 or 36. She was of medium height, with large eyes, her hair tied back, the ends spiraling down her back. She was tidying up her bags, seemingly preparing to leave. Seeing me, a young man, walk in, she glanced at me unintentionally. Like the Virgin Mary! Her beautiful eyes, with their deep pupils, were almost too alluring to look at for long, like a bottomless pool of black water, ready to draw you in at any moment. Her eyes seemed to be telling a story—a smile, mysterious, sweet. In the blink of an eye, I looked away. I tried to calmly ask another middle-aged woman, "Do you have large rolls of adhesive tape?" Unexpectedly, the young woman interrupted, "Yes, we do," and pointed inside. I went into the back room and picked out the largest roll.
The young woman was leaving; she was wearing a black suit, like a little princess. I hopped on my electric scooter, chatting casually with another middle-aged woman. Taking advantage of my intuition, I stole a glance when no one was looking. A few meters away, a young woman sat on the scooter seat; her features were clearly defined, her chin sharp, exceptionally sexy. A deep cleavage was visible beneath her slightly lowered neckline, her breasts almost spilling out. After I looked away, she gradually disappeared from my peripheral vision. Unlike the first time, this time I didn't deliberately focus on her body; I simply felt the allure of her presence, like walking in black and experiencing the beauty she evoked.
Back home, my memory returned to that hot noon a few weeks earlier. It was the first time I saw her. Passing a stationery store, driven by my stationery obsession, I turned to look. Holy Mary! I immediately saw that mature yet somewhat girl-next-door-like perfect woman. Her outfit that day was a bit blurry; I only remember a large expanse of white, the rest abstract. A voice suddenly popped into my head, "I need to use buying stationery as an excuse to get to know this woman better," so I went back inside. Already drenched in sweat under the sun, I was instantly transported to a cool, refreshing cavern. A gentle breeze caressed me, and a floral fragrance seemed to waft towards me. Was this the young woman's? Or was it her natural body scent? If only I were a bee right now, I could burrow into the petals and lick the sweet nectar. I observed her posture: like a well-behaved girl, like a young woman with slightly exposed shoulders, like a lazy little fox, like a domineering lioness, and also like a teacher—was it all an illusion? I browsed the shelves, my eyes occasionally glancing at her.
Holy Mary! Those legs—were they even legs? They were simply the epitome of legs! Although not the ideal long, slender shape, and with long toes. But even this particular style could still ignite the deepest, most intense desires within me. The proportions were perfect—not too thick, not too thin; her toes were rounded and smooth, her feet alluring, radiating warmth. If that warmth were a bowl of soup, I'd let my penis soak in it! Coming back to my senses, I noticed the view beneath her skirt. No matter how I adjusted it, I couldn't glimpse that small triangle, so close to a woman's body, about to be revealed. Holy Mary! Her white thighs, the color of a mature woman, even the barely visible pores seemed to breathe. Lost in a daze, I still chose to leave…
At midnight, my lower body swelled, and I mentally raped the young woman.
Time stopped. The young woman stared unblinkingly, her gaze fixed on me for a fraction of a second as she prepared to leave work at dusk—a smile, sweet, simple. Her silver-red lips were slightly parted, the saliva on her tongue glistening like dew on a windowsill. Her ears were soft and boneless, her neck smooth, her shoulders rounded and fragrant. I couldn't help but bring my lips to hers, sucking on her tongue. Saliva mingled, and the warm breath from her soft tongue filled my nostrils. My saliva flowed into her body through her mouth, my greedy mouth lingering on her almond-shaped lips, as if nothing in the world could be more delicious. Along her neck down to her chest, in the deep cleavage, a red mole floated slightly, as if deliberately showing off. I ripped off her bra, holding one in each hand tightly, kneading it relentlessly, the pressure increasing, as if I wanted to tear it off her body. Red marks were etched into her snow-white skin, like red chicken feet in the snow. Her nipples stood high, surrounded by two large areolas that spread outwards, their outlines almost visible. My teeth tore and pulled at her nipples, as if I wanted to take her entire breast into my mouth. Saliva streamed down her nipples, dripping onto her flat, slender abdomen, soft and delicate like a boneless snake.
The saliva slightly soaked the hem of her white panties. The young woman wore panties covered in tiny, star-shaped holes, from which sparse pubic hairs peeked out, like clumps of grass encased in the fabric. I carefully pulled down her panties, revealing a patchwork of colored urine and congealed white discharge on the narrowest cleavage. They were strangely combined, and I couldn't resist bringing my nose close. The smell was so familiar, like an unspoken secret, right before my eyes, yet indistinct, always swirling in the focus of my gaze. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue to taste it—salty and astringent, its allure diminished considerably with the saliva, growing fainter and fainter.
The young woman opened her legs, revealing a thick, dark forest, mysterious and beautiful. The cave at its end glowed with a crimson light, seemingly unreachable, as if it held the end of time and space. A slightly raised, pink clitoris, adorned above the labia minora, looked like a red strawberry on ice cream or a goji berry floating on tea. Like a dirty mouse, I crept closer, the soft, mysterious black hairs brushing against my face, an addictive, ticklish sensation.
Suddenly, a pungent odor wafted in, swirling in my nostrils, leaving a watery residue on my nose and nostrils. Looking at the apex of the woman's triangle, I saw it was already wet, warm and steaming. My wild, raging desire instantly subsided. I took a deep breath, calming my rapidly beating heart. I propped myself up against the headboard. I pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from under my pillow, the lighter clicking familiarly, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. The woman's mournful eyes were hazy and indistinct in the lamplight, like water floating on the surface. I stretched out my large foot, my toes darting between her underwear and her lower body.
If you were already dead, I would wake you with my love and my cock.
Her toes were wet from the flowing fluid, and the sheets were soaked in irregular circles. After stubbing out my cigarette, I turned the young woman over. She lay on the headboard like a dog, extending a finger to explore her opening—the smooth, glistening vagina, the texture of its folds. More and more vaginal fluid began to overflow, trickling in like a stream, the squeaking sounds seeming to express her thirst and need. Her large, white, oval buttocks shimmered in the light, her tightly closed anus surrounded by sexy pubic hair extending from her vulva, drops of vaginal fluid dripping down. I buried my head inside like a madman, my nose pressed against her labia, my pelvis slamming against my face. A pungent, addictive aroma, like snakes, slithered into my nostrils, stimulating every open cell, waves of satisfaction and pleasure washing over me. My tongue had already been involuntarily licking her private parts, the sweet and foul odor of her vaginal fluids swirling on my tongue. After a long while, I moved closer to her anus. Dirty beauty, beautiful filth. Those two large mounds of flesh rubbed against my cheeks, as if I wanted to glue my face to them forever. Her buttocks were covered in my saliva and teeth marks.
I shook the two large mounds of flesh in front of me with both hands, and they obediently swayed from side to side, layer upon layer, rising and falling.
I couldn't control myself any longer, and I eagerly pulled out my erect penis, rubbing it against her buttocks, then squeezing the white flesh on both sides against my penis until it completely enveloped my little brother. I slowly began to thrust, the pleasure cells in my penis receiving maximum satisfaction. I went in and out very slowly, time seemed to stand still, flowing into the distance. Seeing that it was almost time, I gently spat a large mouthful of saliva into her anus, and I parted the young woman's anus, the saliva flowing in solidified.
As my fingers slipped inside, feeling the lubrication, my swollen glans thrust in forcefully, instantly enveloping it. I slowly inserted, inserted, until it was fully inside. The woman's second orifice, tight, warm, and incredibly alluring.
My large penis was squeezed so tightly there wasn't a gap, not even a wisp of air could get in. Satisfied, I carefully moved in and out, as if not wanting to finish the soup too quickly. Her pale, blood-red buttocks bounced wildly with each thrust, each one pressing heavily against my lower abdomen. My abdominal muscles involuntarily tensed and then relaxed. Looking down, the young woman's two large breasts swayed beside her, and I greedily grabbed them, kneading them wildly, the time both long and short. My mind was blank, filled only with animalistic instincts and lust… an inextinguishable fire.
After a series of frenzied thrusts, waves of climax washed over me, rapidly building to a peak. I abruptly withdrew, my fingers stroking my penis rapidly. A shiver ran down my back, and a gush of pure white semen erupted, shooting onto the young woman's anus. My penis trembled slightly, as if panting, as if singing. I cupped the ejaculated semen in one hand and turned her over, pulling her into my arms. I slowly poured the hot semen into her mouth, onto her tongue, red lips, teeth, and the corners of her mouth. The white, milky fluid clung stickily to her lips, as if trying to drain her life force. I gently rocked her chin from side to side, the semen swirling and dancing in her mouth. What could be better than this perfect vessel? Watching this moving scene, I felt immense satisfaction and accomplishment.
When everything calmed down, I lay on my side at the young woman's feet, her toes and soles in my mouth, sucking, kissing, her jade feet slithering like snakes… I could never get enough of licking them.

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