[Promiscuous women in Zhejiang]

I work in engineering, so I'm often on the go. This year is the first time I've worked near home, but I still

can't go home often. To enrich employees' leisure time, my company installed broadband, so we

surf the internet and chat in our spare time.

I'd never used QQ before (it's a bit old-fashioned), but the guys in the office helped me get an account.

I added over a hundred friends, all women, of course. Later, I got in touch with the protagonist of this story.

Maybe it was fate, but we felt very familiar on the first day we connected. She even showed me her video, and I thought she was quite nice—

a typical southern woman, fair-skinned, wearing glasses, and very gentle and delicate. It immediately touched a soft spot in me, and a wave of tenderness slowly welled up

inside .

She works in our city, and her job is pretty good; she's a career woman, I guess. Later, I also bought a

video call account and video chatted with her for over a month. We got along well, and I also like gentle women.

One day, a month later, we met in person.

When it was time to board, I told her I was on the bus, and my mind wandered aimlessly. At 9:30, I finally arrived

at the terminal and called her. She said she was at the station, but I searched for ages and couldn't find her. I went to the subway station, asked

many people, crossed the pedestrian overpass, and finally had to take the number 27 bus. I finally found her. I

wanted to complain, but then I thought, she'd been waiting for me for almost two hours, what more could I ask for? When I saw her, my first words

were, "Is that you?" and my second, "Do I look like you?" I felt a little guilty and a little flattered, after all, it was my first time

meeting someone I met online.

She was thinner than in the video, about 1.65 meters tall, wearing delicate glasses, and her face was dotted with

freckles that added to her cuteness. She wore a white short-sleeved top, cropped pants, and open-toed sandals—

a very feminine outfit. She held my hand; it felt a little creepy, which was strange. I'd never

felt this way with my wife or ex-girlfriends. It was odd, so I let go of her hand.

The weather in June was so hot. I went to a roadside stall and bought a Coke and a bottle of mineral water. She held my hand again;

it was so furry, and it made my heart flutter. My wife doesn't like holding my hand. As we got off the subway, I felt a little scared.

What if we ran into someone we knew? But whatever, I steeled myself and held her hand, then let go. She asked if I was

afraid of running into someone I knew, and I nodded. She followed behind me, sitting close to me in the carriage, her

arm linked with mine. It felt like my own wife. If only my wife were this gentle!

After a 10-minute ride, since we weren't familiar with the area, we hailed a pedicab to take us to a hotel.

The old man wanted 7 yuan, but without hesitation, I pulled her onto the pedicab. It felt like a young master and his wife riding in a pedicab in the past—a little excited and

happy.

The old man found us a hotel, and I gave him 10 yuan, but the hotel was expensive—160 yuan! I couldn't bargain it

down. Damn it, what's so great about Beijing? This isn't much for a tiny 30-square-meter place. Oh well, you have to be willing to invest to do bad things

. When paying, we had to register, and I was a little nervous. The two women looked at us but

didn't say anything, probably because we were dressed respectably. They led us to a room, which

was next to the stairs. We asked them to change us to another room, also next to the stairs. After discussing it with them, we agreed to stay here.

When we went down to change rooms, I saw that old man was still there. I thought to myself, "Hmph, he's got quite a few shills."

In the room, I washed my hands and brushed my teeth. Then I lay on the bed, watching her put her arm around my

leg, deliberately remaining silent. She looked at me, smiled, and asked if I was a little nervous. I didn't say anything, just smiled.

She leaned down and kissed my lips. I responded, feeling even her tongue was furry. I put my hand

inside her shirt and touched her breasts. Her breasts weren't full anymore, and slowly, the feeling was getting closer and closer to

... well, you know.

I asked her: "Shall we eat first or... you know?" She said she wasn't hungry, so we continued. I reached inside her clothes;

her breasts were already hard, probably from her fat daughter's feeding. Later, she told me she was wet,

which was a bit strange —do women get aroused so easily? She took off her panties, and indeed, a small patch was wet.

She had a lot of pubic hair, I mean her vulva. I saw her labia, but didn't dare kiss them. I kissed her

lips and breasts instead. Later, my penis unconsciously entered her body. It didn't feel very tight, but it felt like

there was a small opening at the top, squeezing my glans, stimulating my penis with the in-and-out motion, which was quite nice.

I forgot to mention, we had agreed the night before we met not to use a condom. I thought a respectable woman wouldn't do it without one, but she

didn't like it either, saying it didn't feel like that.

She felt like a wolf, sucking on my tongue and refusing to let go, so I thrust into her hard, all the way in. She

had a scar on her stomach, from childbirth, lying across her abdomen. Looking at it, I felt a pang of heartache.

For the sake of her child, her breasts were swollen, and she had a large scar on her stomach. Touching her skin, I sometimes worried the scar

would reopen —of course, I was just being paranoid, but I still felt a pang of heartache, and my nose stung. She kissed me so fiercely, I don't know

why, I turned my head away and kissed her neck and earlobes, thinking to myself, "This hungry wolf, I guess she and her husband don't do it

often ."

I moved to the bottom, and she preferred being on top. It felt a bit unnatural; her buttocks moved too slowly,

not very stimulating. So, I lifted her buttocks and thrust upwards with all my might, over two hundred times. Skinny women are great;

I fucked her to death. While we were doing it, she sucked so hard my tongue hurt. I turned my head away, and she said she wanted to kiss me. I refused, but

she persisted, acting coquettishly. She kissed my face again, and I figured it wouldn't matter since I'm thick-skinned, so I ignored her (later I noticed

a dark mark on my face, and my wife even asked who pinched me; I was covered in sweat). While I was doing it, I used my right hand to poke her

anus , and it was damn tight; I couldn't even get in. That's impressive. I poked it harder with her juices, but it still

wouldn't go in (guys, what's going on?).

I flipped her over, using my favorite rear-entry position, looking at her buttocks, her anus, her back,

her hair, listening to her moans, my penis going in and out of her body, so good; I thrust harder and harder, my hand

touching her breasts, slapping her buttocks (reminds me of Japanese porn, haha). I grabbed her body, hooked

my arms around her shoulders, and thrust into her hard. The doggy style was great. Then I thought of my wife; she's better than her in bed,

but I still had to have her. Why not pick the roadside flowers while they're still there? Besides, I didn't pick them for free (I already spent 180,

haha ).

Then I fantasized about my sister-in-law. People always think about unrealistic things. My sister-in-law's figure was about the same as hers.

We weren't that far apart in height, and I fantasized about having sex with my sister-in-law, fucking her to death, incest, rape, fuck, fuck, fuck,

you motherfucker, I'll fuck you to death. I thought to myself, one day I'll sleep with my sister-in-law and fuck her to death, sister-in-law. Then I

fantasized about Inamori? Her perfect ass, shooting my load into her body, a pleasant, clean affair that was

surprisingly relaxing. She turned around and said, "You shot so much, you must have been holding it in for a long time." I didn't say anything. She went to

the bathroom and squatted down to expose my load.

Actually, I really wanted to kiss her genitals, but seeing her large, dark forest, I didn't dare. We

cleaned up and decided to go eat. We walked to a restaurant not far away and ordered some vegetables. She loves

rice noodles. We each had a bottle of beer. She's always been known to be a beer drinker; I remember one day she drank nine bottles,

definitely a lot, but still quite impressive. While chatting and drinking, I learned more about her. She

had 200,000 yuan in secret savings that her husband didn't know about, and she had a younger sister who was also having an affair; but I won't

go into those details.

We ordered another bottle of beer, and after finishing it, she went to the restroom but didn't come out for a long time. I

was worried. When she finally came out, she vomited again and lay face down in the sink in the restroom, her glasses soaked. I put them in

my pocket .

I poured her a glass of water, and she stayed there for about half an hour. I helped her outside the shop, did some things for a while, and then bought

two more bottles of mineral water, but it still didn't work. I hailed a taxi, carried her into the car, and went back to the hotel. The hotel staff even accused me

of getting her drunk; damn it, that was exhausting.

I put her on the bed, and put her glasses on the cabinet. I had planned to do it again in the afternoon, but she had drunk too much. What

to do? I hesitated for a moment, then took off her shoes and put her on another bed. I hugged her from behind. Her phone rang

several times. I glanced at it; it was from her hometown. I didn't dare answer it, and I was worried for her too. Around 3 a.m., I put my hand

inside her shirt again, kneading her small breasts and pinching her nipples. She slowly woke up. I put my hand

inside her pants and stroked her genitals. I felt a little dampness. She woke up, and we were naked again

. She was probably still a little dizzy. I wasn't very excited, so I asked her to help me. Unexpectedly, she

took My wife never kisses me (because I used to ejaculate in her mouth, but I never

did that again). I was very happy. After about 3 minutes, the feeling was too intense and a little painful. The glans was too sensitive

, so I asked her to stop and entered her body. She was even more vigorous than in the morning. What a fierce woman! Being her husband must be tough.

We sat facing each other, she sat on my lap, and we made love vigorously. She moved intensely too. I then had

her lie on the bed, squatting, but that didn't feel good, so we went back to the previous position. After about half an hour,

I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. She seemed unsatisfied, so I put my fingers inside her vagina and stirred them vigorously

, like in a porn movie. Unexpectedly, she made a lot of noise, so it seemed she was enjoying it. She wanted to kiss me, but I wouldn't let her.

She then acted coquettishly, and I couldn't get her to bite my left hand. Finally, she quieted down, and when I looked at my hand, it was bleeding

. I said, "You wolf!" She smiled sheepishly.

We took a shower together. It turned out she was quite nice; she must have been a beauty when she was younger.

Her buttocks were adorable. After she finished showering, while she was looking in the mirror, I squatted down, spread her buttocks, and looked at her vulva.

Women's private parts aren't that different, and she smelled the same as my wife. I didn't dare kiss her (now I regret it a little;

I don't even know what she smells like), but I patted her a few times.

We came out, got dressed, and it was past 4 PM. I wanted to go home, but she asked me to stay with her a little longer. We

stayed together until 4:30 PM, then I said I was leaving, and we left together. I accompanied her on the subway, and to spend

more time with her, I took the train in the opposite direction. On the train, she snuggled against me and asked me to kiss her. I was a little embarrassed at first, but

I kissed her on the lips. When she was almost at her stop, she asked me to kiss her again, and I did. She asked if I would forget her, and

I said no, it was a beautiful memory in my heart. She got off, and I still had a few stops to go, feeling a little lost.

Later, because I was too busy with work, and also afraid my wife would find out (actually, I didn't really want to), I didn't contact her.

Yesterday afternoon, I called her. She's very busy with work now, and I'm busy too. I really want to go see her again sometime,

to feel that soft, fuzzy feeling.

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