My ultimate level nine lover

It happened during the time I was working away from home. Perhaps by chance, after working at a company for half a year, the story unfolded.

A new waitress arrived at a guesthouse next to the company. She looked like a mature young woman, but her figure was devilishly alluring—curvy in the front and shapely in the back, especially her large breasts, which were irresistible to any man who saw her, even when she was clothed. Her arrival became the most attractive topic in the quiet of the night in the company's dormitory for the male colleagues. Everyone dreamed of having her, but her aristocratic demeanor prevented anyone from making any advances.

However, whenever we had free time, we would find an opportunity to chat with her. She also enjoyed chatting with us. Sometimes, when our conversations led to dinner, we would all agree to go out to eat together. Every time she said she would treat us, she would treat us to peeled eggplant. What is peeled eggplant? None of us knew, but I eventually found out.

I never expected that such a romantic encounter would happen to me. That afternoon, I passed by the guesthouse to run some errands. After finishing, her image was still lingering in my mind, so I made an excuse to stay. Everyone had left sometime earlier, leaving only her and me. We sat quietly across the desk, looking at each other in the silence.

"I thought you were just a little kid who liked to tell dirty jokes!" she suddenly said, pulling me back to reality. "I didn't expect you to be so capable at work." "Really? Hehe!" I didn't know how to answer, so I just chuckled awkwardly, scratched the back of my head, and started chatting with her. Because I wasn't thinking about anything else at the time, I don't remember what we talked about, only that I said at the end, "Yours are really big!" That was truly what I thought; I had never seen real big breasts before.

She looked down at her chest, understanding what I meant, but she didn't say anything, gently beckoning me to the inner room. We went into the inner room together, looking at each other for a long time. Suddenly, she spoke: "It's so hot! My face is burning." After saying that, she tossed her hair and looked at me. She took my hand and said, "Feel it, isn't it hot?" I trembled all over, touching her face; it really was hot.

She then guided me to touch her breasts, saying, "Want to see what big ones are?" I touched them through her clothes; they really looked like two small hills! My hands couldn't even hold them. I was so excited that my hands were trembling slightly.

After touching them for a while, she looked at me and said, "Are you really sure you dare to do it?" Her expression was completely silent, without a trace of a smile, her eyes filled with provocation.

I was stunned. In my more than twenty years of life, I had never encountered anything like this. But in an instant, I told myself, "If you're a man, go for it!" So I became serious: "Then, I really dare to do it!" I hugged her, but my heart was still pounding. If she was just joking, I would be incredibly embarrassed.

She still looked at me like that, with a hint of expectation in her eyes (maybe I just hoped for more expectation), but anyway, I started to feel uneasy. There was a large bed in the inner room. I looked at her; she was a little bigger than me (I only found out later). Just by looking at her, I could tell she was very sexy, not avant-garde, but definitely sexy. She was of average height and well-proportioned for a woman, but exceptionally voluptuous.

She lowered her head, and I immediately reached out to cup her face in my hands. A warm current flowed from my cold fingertips into my heart. Under the influence of hormones, my constricted capillaries suddenly opened, and my face flushed. It felt as if I were touching not warm skin, but a blazing fire; as if my veins were flowing not with blood, but with gas.

This ignited gas flame not only burned my face but also consumed my reason. My hands, which had been gently cupping her face, suddenly became violent. My right hand gripped her chin, my left hand encircled her waist, and I pressed her onto the bed

, her back arching. Only then did I realize how incredibly flexible her waist was! No wonder her hips moved in such a complex trajectory when she walked. This aroused me even more. I held her waist tightly with all my might, as if trying to break her slender waist, even lifting her feet off the ground, as if happiness had descended upon me that day.

The moment my lips touched hers, she abruptly thrust her tongue into my mouth, stretching it out and swirling it around. It startled me, but it only fueled my desire. My tongue responded eagerly, our tongues plunging, colliding, and intertwining. It

was then I realized how different women can be. Some women will pour gasoline on your already burning fire, making you burn even more fiercely, willingly letting you be consumed by it, even if you're reduced to ashes, leaving only a wisp of smoke, without regret. Others, however, will be coy, hesitant, and evasive, driving you crazy and then blaming you for not being passionate enough.

Thinking about this made me even more excited, and my tongue moved even more vigorously. Then I suddenly remembered that because I was so focused on kissing, my hands had completely stopped. I shouldn't have thought about it, because once I did, my hands started itching. So I reached for her breasts. They were not only large but also very firm. My first thought was, "So soft!" I grabbed the base of her breasts through her clothes, shaking and kneading them. Her breathing became rapid. She closed her eyes, tilted her head, and braced herself on the bed behind her, her body swaying with my kneading. She seemed completely at my mercy. After

kneading for a while, I wasn't satisfied, so I put my arms around her waist and kissed her. She responded passionately again, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Perhaps sensing something, she slid her hands down my back towards my shoulders until she grabbed my arms. She kept kneading me and said, "You're such a strong man." Perhaps because of excitement, her voice became strange, not loud but high-pitched, like a moan.

Because she was rubbing my shoulders, my hand, which was unbuttoning her clothes, was dangling back and forth. So I simply hugged her again, kissed her, licked her cheeks, sucked on her earlobe, licked behind her ears, and rubbed her breasts again. She finally started moaning, her hands groping around my back.

By this time, my penis was rock hard, but I could only rub it against her through her loose clothes. This was clearly very stimulating for her; her body kept colliding and rubbing against mine, twisting like a snake, until she suddenly grabbed my back, her attention seemingly shifting there.

She rubbed and slid her hands along the edge of my back, her body no longer twisting so dramatically. I quickly took the opportunity to unbutton her clothes, but unexpectedly, she grabbed my hand and said, "No." But her head rested on my shoulder, looking like she didn't mean it.

I could clearly feel her inner conflict and hesitation, but I was already an arrow shot; how could I turn back? Besides, she had taken the initiative first, and now it was my turn. As I kissed her earlobe, I gently said, "Then just let me touch you inside." She hesitated for a moment, then started kissing me again, her hands beginning to move. I understood, and finally, my hand slipped inside.

Her bra was tight, and her breasts were large and firm, making them difficult to deform. Therefore, my hand could only bend and barely reach her nipples with my fingertips. She let out a long sigh, thrusting her chest high to welcome my hand, thus trapping my hand between her breast and bra. I thought I might as well loosen her bra, so I rubbed it while trying to pull my hand out, attempting to break free of her bra.

Just then, she pulled my hand away. I was surprised, but then I saw her lift her clothes with one hand and gently pull with the other. The bra that had been binding my hands and feet (actually, she didn't use her feet), along with other clothes and even her outer garment, were firmly held in place by her breasts, and she smiled smugly.

With such large and firm breasts, she certainly had reason to be proud. I usually only noticed her voluptuous figure through her clothes, but I never imagined it was this good—a truly devilish figure, especially her breasts, which were so firm; they were truly a rare gem. From then on, I would spend every opportunity to be with her, but that's another story.

She transformed before me from a tightly wrapped sack of flesh into a stunning beauty with a devilish figure, leaving me momentarily stunned.

I stood there, staring, greedily gazing, telling myself, "Look closely! Remember it; you may never see such a beautiful sight again, such perfect breasts." She looked at me, perhaps amused, and said, "If you don't touch them, I'll put them away." I quickly replied, "Touch them! How could I not touch them? They're so beautiful, that's why I was so stunned." Hearing her silence, I knew I'd struck a chord. At that moment, I grasped her firm breasts in my hands, teasing her already erect nipples with my palms. She rested her head on my shoulder, kissing my cheek, occasionally stroking my stubble, then sucking on my neck; the air was filled with a sensual, almost erotic, atmosphere.

I played with her breasts for a while, then gently lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth. She became excited again, tilting her head back and thrusting her chest upwards, her hands tightly gripping my head and pressing it against her breasts, panting heavily. I then changed tactics, opening my mouth as wide as possible and sucking her breast forcefully into my mouth, then using my tongue to tease her nipple while maintaining as much negative pressure as possible in my mouth.

This was inspired by an experiment on the equation of state in physics during high school, and for many years I had dreamed of testing its effectiveness in practice; now I finally had the chance. Her reaction proved it worked well; her nipples gradually swelled and hardened, and even her body began to tremble.

My hands continued downwards, touching her buttocks, which were incredibly round. After rubbing them a few times, my hands slid down her buttocks to between her legs, and I could already feel the dampness through her clothes. Her body jolted, her breathing became even more rapid, and her legs clamped tightly around my hands.

I raised one hand and pressed it firmly against her vulva, rubbing it vigorously, while my other hand rubbed her inner thigh. After a while, I felt she was aroused enough, so I stood up and started to take off her pants, but since it was my first time having an affair, I didn't know how.

She waited for me for a moment and then said, "I'll do it myself." Saying that, she gently pulled down her outer pants, leaving only her underwear. I saw that it was a pink lace panty. She didn't take it off herself but gestured for me to do it, so I easily pulled it off.

Her pubic hair was very thick, black and shiny. I reached out and touched her vulva, which was already soaking wet. She had so much vaginal fluid; it had already flowed down her thighs in a short time. She wiped the fluid with a towel. I lowered my head, still sucking on her breasts, rubbing her buttocks vigorously with one hand, and using my other hand, I dipped my middle finger in her vaginal fluid and gently slid and rubbed it on her clitoris.

She was clearly enjoying herself, holding me tightly, panting and trembling; and her hand slowly slid down to my penis, grasping it and rubbing it incessantly. I felt uncomfortable through my pants, and as soon as I straightened up, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. Looking at it, she said, "Use your little brother to comfort my little sister!" I didn't know how to answer, so I said again, "Really?" Actually, I also really wanted to enter her body, so I said to her, "Let them kiss?" She didn't answer, but began to guide me. My penis felt incredibly good being held tightly in her hand; her hand was soft yet gripped it firmly.

She guided my penis to her vulva, stroking it a couple more times before reluctantly letting go. Only then did I understand why she had been guiding me.

I placed my penis between her legs, and she immediately clamped it tightly. I felt her skin was a little cool, so she must have felt my penis was very hot, and I couldn't help but feel a little smug. She held me tightly with her legs, her arms wrapped around me, and kissed me passionately.

I felt a strong urge to pull her into my body, so I wrapped my arms around her slender waist with all my might. My penis, lubricated by her juices, moved in and out between her legs, and I slid my penis forcefully against her vulva, knowing that this would stimulate her more. Sure enough, she began to moan, making "ooh...ooh..." sounds from deep in her throat.

After a while, she released me, climbed onto the bed, and knelt down, swaying her large, white buttocks towards me. Her waist once again displayed its flexibility, collapsing downwards at an astonishing angle. "What a soft waist!" I thought to myself as I walked over. I saw her labia opening and closing repeatedly, the juices flowing from them glistening under the light.

As she got into position, she said to me—or rather, she was moaning wildly. She called out to me,

"Quick! Come here, I want your big cock!" This was exactly what I wanted. I rushed over, and one of her hands was already welcoming me.

She grabbed my penis with one hand and braced herself against the bed rail with the other, guiding it to her vaginal opening, urgently calling out, "Come in! Quick! I want it!" I had originally planned to tease her a bit more, but hearing her say that excited me immensely, so I impatiently thrust my hips forward, my entire penis plunging into her vagina.

Unexpectedly, she let out a scream. I quickly asked her, "What's wrong?" She said, "Nothing, it'll be over in a minute." I was relieved and slowly began to savor it. Her vagina was very tight, the warm, tender flesh enveloping my penis tightly, and it felt very thick, unlike my wife's vaginal opening, which was relatively loose, probably because she exercises more often!

I began to slowly thrust in and out, her tender flesh scraping against my glans, making it itchy and tingly very comfortable. She started to adapt, still moaning "woo...woo..." deep in her throat, unlike my wife who was silent. I became increasingly excited, thrusting faster and faster, and she cooperated, swaying her large buttocks against me, ensuring each penetration reached the root.

As I continued thrusting and increased the speed, her "woo...woo..." sounds grew louder, more rapid, and more excited. Suddenly, her "woo...woo..." sounds also grew louder and more hysterical, her head shaking wildly, her buttocks forcefully responding to my thrusts.

Because I was afraid of being seen by others, I wanted to finish quickly, but the more nervous I became, the less I could ejaculate. I thrust into her forcefully and quickly, and she cooperated vigorously, the room filled with loud "slap! slap! slap!" sounds of flesh hitting flesh. So I said, "How about a different position?" She said, "Okay!" I put her legs on my shoulders and thrust in again, she screamed again, then let out a long sigh of relief.

This position completely exposed her two enormous breasts to me; they were truly exceptional! I'd watched so many porn films, and in those films, the women's breasts would flatten due to gravity after lying down, but hers remained proudly erect.

As I thrust forcefully, I rubbed her breasts, and she grabbed my hands, rubbing them with me.

At this moment, I could see her expression: her eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her jaw clenched, her cute little lips pursed, her neck muscles tense, still emitting hysterical sobs; her usually smooth hair was disheveled and draped over the bed, and with each thrust, she would occasionally tilt her head back, arching her back and making her two large breasts stand even higher.

Seeing all this, I went wild, thrusting even harder and faster, desperately grabbing her large breasts with both hands, as if trying to crush them. She became even more excited, grabbing my hands with both hands, sometimes rubbing her own breasts, tears streaming down her cheeks. Afterwards, my hands were marked with red welts from her pinching.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and said to her, "I can't take it anymore." She replied, "Don't ejaculate inside." As soon as she finished speaking, I felt a chill run down my spine. I quickly pulled out my penis, and with a few low growls, a lot of semen shot onto the towel she had prepared.

I was staring blankly at the semen residue on my glans when I looked up and saw her leaning against the bed rail, fixing her hair with the other, grinning at me triumphantly, occasionally tossing her head and puffing out her chest—she looked incredibly cute.

I pounced on her, biting her neck and secretly smearing the semen on her leg. She shrieked, curled up, and let out a series of giggles… She cupped her large breasts in her hands and said to me, “I want you to remember this forever.”

I will always remember her and those big breasts. In the days that followed, we would hook up every now and then. After I left that company, I never saw her again, and even now I often think about those big breasts of hers.

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