[To That Night] (01) Author: Taliban Member of Parliament

Author: Taliban Member of Parliament
Word Count: 10385

In August 2014, on a weekend when the smog had cleared, I
arrived . For two consecutive weeks, I tirelessly repeated
the experience of most people coming to Beijing for business—constantly shuttling between hotels, potential partners, government departments, and dinners, meeting,
negotiating, and pleading…

On Friday morning of the second week, the other party finally signed the relevant cooperation agreement, and the government's
willingness paper. The signing process was fraught with difficulties but generally went smoothly.
After the last dinner that evening, Ms. Xu suggested that two of her subordinates accompany me for a stroll near Houhai. To be honest, I
wasn't very interested in her suggested location. I had already held celebrations in similar places many times during my previous trips to Beijing.
I could name a couple of bands in Houhai and a couple of places in Nanluoguxiang that had the best double-skin milk pudding. Besides, I had
other plans in mind, and it wouldn't be convenient for anyone to accompany me to the places I wanted to go. So, citing fatigue, I
expressed my gratitude and politely declined Mr. Xu's offer.

Back at the hotel, after resting and freshening up, I went downstairs before 9 pm, took a taxi, and went alone to the Gongti MIX nightclub.

Gongti MIX was recommended by a friend from Beijing; apparently, the area around Gongti is
a gathering place for Beijing's wealthy second-generation elites, especially MIX. Sure enough, like most high-end nightclubs in China,
every was filled with money, passion, hunger, and desire. The difference was that MIX
was even more so; there were more sexy women at MIX, and the air smelled stronger with perfume.

Looking around, it was bustling with people, in twos and threes, in groups of eight or nine. Even the smallest table had at least three or four
people. For someone like me, coming alone, sitting at a small round table seemed lonely and pathetic, while sitting at the bar
with the intention of picking up girls would be too obvious. But I had no other choice, so I chose a seat near the bar, far from the dance floor
, in a dimmer spot. However, fate had other plans, and this choice brought me
this woman and this unforgettable experience.

She was about 168cm tall, with a well-proportioned and curvy figure. Her breasts were small, probably only a B cup. Her hair
was medium-length, below her shoulders, with slightly wavy curls. The low-cut V-neck nightclub dress perfectly accentuated her not-so-full
bust and highlighted her cleavage. Her stiletto heels further enhanced her rounded hips and straight, long, and shapely
legs, making them look flawless. She wore light makeup, carried a small fuchsia shoulder bag with a gold chain, crossed her legs, and gazed at the dance floor and
the wine glasses. Her body swayed gently to the music. Everything about her made my blood boil; to be precise,
I wanted her. If we hadn't met in this environment, my first impression of her would have been that she was an elegant, respectable
woman.

For the half hour before I spoke to her, I could only pretend to pay attention to my
surroundings while drinking some unfamiliar, fake liquor, all the while secretly watching her. Although she was alone for a short
while , just drinking, playing on her phone, and glancing at the dance floor, I didn't know what was going on with her.
My mind raced: Was she alone? Was she waiting for a friend? Was her friend arriving or
already on the dance floor? Would it be awkward to talk to her or cause unnecessary conflict with other men? She
seemed to notice my actions, glancing at me several times, but her face remained expressionless. I was also shy, and
each eye contact with her lasted no more than a second.

I've never been a proactive person since reaching sexual maturity. Faced with this situation, my blood was boiling,
but inside I was conflicted and hesitant. Several minutes later, I struggled to take the crucial first step.

The bartender at the Mix bar was a beautiful woman with exquisite makeup, delicate features, a sexy figure, and
a tattoo on her inner arm. I called her over and told her that I would pay for the lady to my left's drink starting with the next one.
The girl understood immediately, gave me a wicked smile, and told me that she was alone when she sat down, and after a while no one else was there either, so she
must have come alone. With a sudden sense of relief, I looked at her. She probably noticed
something , looked at me again, still expressionless, and our eye contact lasted less than a second.

Finally, she ordered another drink. Finally, she learned something new. Finally, she started looking in
my direction.

At that moment, although I felt a little awkward, I still met her gaze and gave a stiff smile; she, however, was generous,
giving me a slight nod and returning a sweet smile, which melted my heart. I must explain that I'm not
a proactive person. Although I've slept with 17 girls since my freshman year, most were girlfriends
and a few were casual acquaintances. Girlfriends can be replaced, and casual acquaintances are people I already knew, so I never felt awkward. But tonight was
different. Alone in Beijing, the pressure of two weeks of work, my lust was driving me, and I needed a one-night stand to release the pressure.
This was my first time, so I felt extremely unnatural and awkward.

The brief conversation, and the ensuing night,
began with her mouthing a "thank you" from two or three seats away. After a few words, unable to communicate due to the loud music, I moved to sit next to her, and we continued
chatting. Unable to hear clearly, I spoke close to her ear, feeling the warmth and faint
fragrance emanating from her smooth neck. For a moment, I had an urge to spread her legs and smell if her most precious place smelled as
alluring . Occasionally, my breath tickled her, causing her to shrink
back slightly, then she would giggle and lean closer to listen.

Regarding my impulse, I need to explain: although I'm not proactive, I have a high tolerance for risk
and am willing to try new things. Of the 17 women I've had sex with, only the first 5 or 6 didn't
reach orgasm with my tongue. Later, as my technique improved and the level of intimacy increased, my subsequent partners were all brought
to orgasm by my tongue and various positions. Later, even two of my married playmates, who were willing to betray
their husbands, said they wanted me to use my mouth to rekindle their past feelings, saying that only I wouldn't be so demanding.
If it weren't for the thought of having an unprotected penis constantly probing their sensitive spots, I'd be happy to oblige.

Getting back to the point, after we started chatting, I learned her name was C, from Hefei, Anhui. Like me, she was in Beijing
on a business trip and planned to go home for the weekend, so she came out on Friday to relax. Looking closer, I realized she wasn't actually that young;
I probably hadn't noticed before because of the lighting. She later told me she was 36 (a full six
years older than me), married, and had a six-year-old child. She ordered several cocktails and sipped them slowly.
I, however, was controlling my alcohol intake because my mind was consumed by the wicked thought of having sex with her. She was adorable, asking
why I had things to do that night. She said who would come to a nightclub alone with something so
obvious, and that I was making it up.

Around midnight, she was slightly drunk. I asked her where she was staying, and she said a hotel near the West Fourth Ring Road, quite
far from the Workers' Stadium. She asked where I was staying, and I said Guomao. She then said my place was closer, making it easier for me to get back later.
A single sentence , yet it contained a multitude of messages.

At the Friday midnight mix, the music grew increasingly energetic, the whole place erupting in a frenzy. She pulled me along, saying, "Let's dance,
we'll go after a while." Hearing she was leaving, I felt disappointed. I really wanted her to stay and come back to the hotel with me, but
I didn't dare say it. I led her to the edge of the dance floor, hugged her, gently stroked her shoulder, and slowly danced away. Overall, her figure
was really amazing. A married woman, having given birth, with a graceful and well-proportioned figure. What I couldn't resist was when she let me
hug . Her rounded buttocks would sometimes thrust back and sometimes rub against me, constantly stimulating my penis. I was burning with desire and
gradually became aroused.

I said, "C, can you stop messing around like this?"

She turned around and smiled gently, "What did I do to you?" Then she intensified her actions.

I said, "If you keep messing around, I'll tear you apart!" She teased me with her back to me, "I'm not afraid, how will you
eat me?" My hand slid down her waist, landing on her plump buttocks. My fingers gently
slid down towards the bottom of her buttocks, then slowly parted them, and I whispered close to her ear, "Tear this apart and eat it."

The music changed, and as the original music faded, I suddenly turned her around, pulled her into my arms, and kissed
her fiercely.

She wasn't surprised, smiled gently, said, "Shall we go?" and turned to leave the dance floor.

I caught up with her, feigning ignorance: "Where are you going?"

She said, "I don't know, I have other colleagues at my hotel."

I teased her, "My colleagues are at my hotel too, the three of us came to Beijing together."

She took a breath, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes: "Okay then, I'll go back, thanks for the drink."

When we got to the bar, seeing she wasn't saying anything, I said, "Come on, I'll take you, your hotel
isn't far , it's in the CBD."

She glared at me: "You're so annoying."

She handed me her coat, turned and walked out of the store. I followed behind her, carefully observing
this charming woman. Her body was graceful, her movements measured, each step forward exuding an inner strength
and beauty. Her legs were supple, springing forward with each step, her hands gently tracing an arc as she moved, her waist
swaying like a willow branch—a perfect combination, every gesture revealing the elegance of a woman.

After getting in the car, we didn't speak. She was slightly drunk, leaning quietly against me. I held her hand tightly, looking at
the diamond ring on her finger.

We entered the room, she went first, I followed. I turned to lock the door, and she stood behind me. When I turned back, she was
smiling, but also seemed to be holding back something, looking at me without a trace of unease or shyness.

"How much do you want me?" she asked.

Because of the previous groundwork, I relaxed a lot and said, "The first moment I saw you tonight, I wanted
to devour you whole."

She gave a soft "tsk": "Who said I was going to give myself to you?"

I spread my hands, grinning, and said, "Do you know what it means to be a lamb thrown to the slaughter? This room is soundproofed
too well ; you can scream your lungs out and no one will come to save you."

She smiled and walked up to me, her delicate hands around my neck. I turned around abruptly, pushed her against the door, and began to kiss her
passionately . In the midst of the passionate kiss, I freed my hand and pulled down her V-neck dress, revealing her entire breasts. To
my surprise, she was wearing a deep V-neck black bodysuit underneath. I kissed her frantically,
her earlobes , neck, shoulders, and chest. Her breathing began to change, from slow to rapid, accompanied by soft moans.

I frantically kneaded her pair of snow-white breasts and plump buttocks. Due to the surge of adrenaline, my
hands trembled, sometimes pinching her nipples with my fingers, sometimes teasing them with my tongue, my fingers roaming between her
anus and vulva through her panties.

Her breathing became rapid, her moans intensified, her legs began to clamp together, and she made soft "ah...ah
..." sounds.

Two minutes later...

"Ugh, let me go," she suddenly pushed me away and said, "You're making me feel so uncomfortable."

I teased her while sucking on her tongue, "Where does it hurt? I'll make you hate me even more later."

She pushed me away again, softly scolding, "Can't you see for yourself...ah...ah...?"

I continued to kiss her, my hands constantly kneading her genitals, and her previously clamped legs unconsciously
parted slightly. I knelt down and unfastened one of her shoes, taking the opportunity to lift her legs and brace them against the wall by the door.
One hand continued to knead her buttocks, while the other explored her warmest, wetter spot.

Her toes were beautiful, with fair skin and glossy nails. I casually touched her crotch;
the crotch of her silk lingerie was already seeping with sticky, lustful fluid. As my fingers circled her clitoris through her panties,
I could feel the other side of her crotch was already soaked and slippery.

I said breathlessly, "Baby, pull your panties down from the side."

She obediently reached down and said, "Call me sister, I like it."

"Ah...ah...good, you're really bullying me," "You bad boy, don't put your fingers inside, you haven't
washed your hands , women get infected easily."

My fingers remained circling the outside of her clitoris, obeying her, not penetrating to the center. C's vulva
had already begun to open, and the outer edge of the vulva, after being rubbed and played with by my fingers, was covered with a thick layer of lustful fluid,
sticky and sticky. Her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in short gasps, and she said with a hint of shyness, "Didn't you just say you wanted to eat
me?"

I said, "Now, sister? I haven't even showered yet, how can I eat you?"

She glanced at me, "I showered before going to the nightclub, it's only been four hours, and I'm still
this because of you. Whether I showered or not, it's all the same."

Actually, I knew that women in their 30s are like wolves, and in their 40s like tigers, a 36-year-old woman, teased like this,
absolutely couldn't hide her inner hunger. She seemed to be casually hinting at me, but I guessed that she was actually crying out in her heart: Please
hurry up and lick my pussy, I can't take it anymore, you can bite me however you want, I'll cooperate with whatever
position , as long as your mouth and tongue are pressed tightly against my honey pot entrance, I've showered.
"Yes, it won't be too dirty down there."

Hearing her lewd encouragement, I couldn't resist. I knelt down,
tilted my head to the side in front of her spread thighs, and kissed her private parts. C leaned against the door, her left foot on the wall, her right foot on the ground.
The neckline of her skirt was pulled up past her abdomen. Her left hand reached around her left buttock and used her little finger and ring finger to hook open the crotch of her panties . At the same time
, her index and middle fingers worked hard to pry open her slightly everted, rosy vulva on the same side of the opened crotch. Her right hand held up
a corner of her skirt to facilitate my teasing.

To be honest, all my girlfriends and playmates are younger than me. Young girls are always reserved. Every time I want
a slightly exaggerated position, I have to beg for a long
time
. Therefore, perhaps thanks to AV, I developed a mature woman complex very early on and like women who actively seduce men. Today I met C, who is 6 years older than me. God has been kind to me. I must make a good impression. And she stood before me in that position, so
suggestive, her words pleading—just as I had asked for. How could I not try my best to make her enjoy herself?

Because of the position, I couldn't see her vagina clearly, so I could only grope my way in. The first time I touched it, my tongue
enveloped her clitoris and half of the opening. She let out a long "Ah!"
and her raised and lowered legs trembled. After about ten seconds, I withdrew my tongue, which was covered in her vaginal fluid.
She had washed herself before leaving, so there was really no odor, just a faint scent of soap. The deeper I went,
the heavier the fluid became, almost like it could be pulled into strands. After a few licks, the fluid at C's vagina was gone. Then I
only used the tip of my tongue to repeatedly tease her most sensitive clitoris.

Actually, even the most lustful woman wouldn't squirt like in pornographic novels, where she squirts the moment I touch her.
The reality is: for the first minute or two, she'd be in a state of blissful ecstasy, her mind blank, her juices overflowing.
But after a few more licks, the initial sensation wears off, and she won't feel as good anymore. Her vaginal fluid will gradually decrease, and
it will take a long time before the sensation returns.

C pushed my head away and said, "I'm tired standing like this, and besides, I feel it's unhygienic to let you do this
. Let's go take a shower first."

I pretended to be surprised: "What? You've already been sucked dry and you're saying this is unhygienic? Who
's the bad guy here? It's okay, there's no smell down there, I like it."

But she insisted that this position was tiring and that she should shower first. I could only compromise and said, "It's not worth it
to taste such sweet honey. It's a waste if you wash it off. What if it's all gone after you shower?"

She smiled helplessly, put her legs down, and pushed me towards the bed, saying, "Pervert, just don't complain about the amount later
." Seeing my swollen penis, she said, "He must be feeling uncomfortable too, right? Want me to help you
release some tension first?"

Actually, I really wanted to, but…

I started smoking and drinking in middle school, slept with various girlfriends and friends in college, indulging in unrestrained sex, and after starting work, I
had a lot of social engagements, didn't get enough rest, and was in poor health. I'm no longer that "11-times-a-night man." Luckily, I
've maintained a healthy body since I was little, and now, when I'm in good shape, I can still manage 3 or 4 times, so I'm not completely
useless in front of my female companions.

Hearing C ask this, I said, "I didn't shower before going to the bar."

"Okay, then help me unzip my skirt, let's go together," she said.

We stripped each other naked.

Once, seventeen naked women appeared before my bed. The oldest woman I lost my virginity to was only 26.
They were so young and vibrant back then, their skin so firm and smooth, their buttocks as delicate as mutton fat,
their labia pink and tender, the nectar flowing from them crystal clear, irresistible. Now,
she, 36, stands naked before me, her back to me, slightly bent over, her pubic hair faintly visible, adjusting the clothes I
just removed…

I look at her. Even without her skirt and high heels, her figure is still so voluptuous and tall. Her skin isn't very fair
, no longer the bright and lustrous skin of a young girl. Her breasts are larger and firmer than I expected, at least a
C cup. In the room's light, I realize that a C cup breast is like a young girl's breast, the areolas not large, the nipples
still quite pink.

I walk up to her, intending to hug her from behind, probably because my penis slipped into her buttocks. She sits up in surprise
, turning her face to me shyly, saying, "So hasty?"

Actually, I wasn't in a hurry. I just wanted to savor her properly, at least tonight, before
considering my own feelings. I held her, looking closely at the skin of her neck and back. Even with a
figure that most men with a woman-woman complex couldn't resist, she was no longer young.

C's skin was average, similar to all my female colleagues in their early thirties, indicating she took good care of herself
, but upon closer inspection, I could still see a few fine lines on her neck and back. Her voluptuous, sexy buttocks were
definitely her most alluring asset. If I were to give her buttocks a perfect score, I'd give them a perfect 10.

She nudged me hard with her buttocks and said, "Let's go."

After a quick shower, we came out of the glass shower and went to the bathroom sink. I
hugged her from behind, and in the mirror, I gently shook and kneaded her well-proportioned breasts.
We looked at each other in the mirror; her eyes were occasionally glazed over, as if she was quietly enjoying this comfortable
moment.

She brushed her teeth, then picked up my men's skincare products to groom herself. Throughout the entire process, I continuously rubbed
her breasts and healthy, full buttocks.

Compared to her fleshy legs, her buttocks were on the larger side, but not excessively so, perfectly
proportioned , close to the proportions of European and American women.

Because she had been married, perhaps because her husband had been very intimate with her, or perhaps because she had given birth, her thighs
weren't completely closed, cleverly concealing that small slit of flesh, which was incredibly alluring.

I grabbed her breast with my left hand, pinching her nipple hard, while my right finger
probed inside her pubic hair.

Anyone with experience in finger sex knows that when a man stands behind a woman, and she stands upright,
it's more difficult to insert a finger from behind than from the front, or rather, it's more pleasurable for
a woman . So I chose the front.

She came quickly; within minutes, the tingling sensation she had when she first came out of the shower had returned
to its slippery state.

Accompanied by her soft moans and dazed eyes, I inserted my finger.

Like all women, C's honeypot was moist and warm deep inside.

When I touched her rough G-spot, she let out a long moan, "Ah..." and then
her body tried to sink down.

"No...no...wait a minute,"

I supported her, lifted her left leg, and placed her left foot on the toilet seat. I stimulated
her G-spot repeatedly, thrusting a few times and then taking it out to suck on it, repeating this over and over.

"You like my taste so much?" she asked.

I didn't answer.

She leaned against me, panting softly, her eyes slightly open, watching this stimulating scene in the mirror,
panting softly and biting her lower lip. I thought, she probably hadn't done this with her husband for a very long time.

After doing this for less than five minutes, with the groans stopping, she said, "Wait a minute," pushed my hand
away, and her fingers slid out of her honeypot. Then she put her left foot down on the toilet seat and stood
on the floor.

Then, she turned back and looked at me seductively, asking in a provocative tone, "When we were dancing, you said you
wanted to eat me, is that...like this?" She laid a towel on the sink, and as she spoke, she
raised her right leg, placing it on the towel, leaning forward, and turning her head to look at me.

I was stunned by her flirtatious act, my mind blank for several seconds. I never expected this woman to be so
uninhibited, so flirtatious, and so understanding of men's hearts. (With her permission, I took
a precious photo.)

Faced with this unexpected scene, my legs went weak, and I knelt down.

I knelt behind her, parted her buttocks, and brazenly probed inside with my tongue.

Because her legs weren't very tight to begin with, and she even parted them herself, exposing her entire anus and vulva, with
just a gentle parting, her labia majora and minora slightly opened, revealing the pink, moist
flesh .

I licked her vulva with abandon, and she cooperated by spreading her buttocks with her right hand, allowing my tongue to penetrate even deeper.

Afterwards, whenever I thought about that seductive and wanton scene, I always felt that this kind of young woman craved sex the most.
She knew how dirty her vulva was, but she still wanted a man to use his mouth on her, perhaps to test if
he was the perfect one-night stand, so perfect that it drove her crazy. When she felt that a man
could bite her most private, sensitive, and unhygienic body parts without restraint, she would often
reward him even more.

I have a wide tongue, so when I was facing her vulva directly, I couldn't penetrate too deeply. Turning my head to let my tongue meet her vulva allowed me
to go in, but it was tiring and made breathing difficult.

She spread her legs as wide as possible, withdrew her hand that had been spreading her buttocks, bent over, and
buried her head between her forearms, which were supporting her on the washbasin.

I licked harder and harder, each time sweeping over her clitoris, tilting my head back, my tongue probing into her honeypot along the slit,
then holding the end of her vulva near her anus in my mouth, using my tongue to extend and vibrate inside her honeypot, then after a few seconds, I would gently
suck, then sweep over her anus, repeating this over and over.

She was very obedient, trying her best to respond to my rhythm with moans, her head buried between her arms, constantly emitting "ah,
ah" sounds of enjoyment that echoed continuously in the small bathroom.

"Ah...good, little brother, you're making me feel so good, so exciting! I can't live without you anymore. With
you, I can be a happy woman. Ah...please fuck me hard, ah...ah...I
know you like the taste of my pussy, right? Ah...I'll give
you all the juices from my pussy and slits. I'm very clean, you know? I've only been with one man. Ah...um...why do you like licking
my pussy so much? You like married women, right? You don't mind any of the juices from my pussy? Oh...um...
when we were on the dance floor, you said you wanted to eat me, and I knew you wanted me to do this position, right?
Fuck me with your tongue until you drop. Tonight, I'll give you everything...um...um...even
my many times. Tonight, I'll give you as much as you want, as long as you don't mind, ah..."

It was entirely her monologue.

Accompanied by her frenzied verbal stimulation, I also lost control. I released my hands from her buttocks and
moved her vulva. I used my thumbs to pry it open, to
the point where it would hurt if I opened it any wider, and then I sucked on it with abandon.

Time passed by unnoticed. Suddenly, I felt something pressing against my chin. I pulled my head out from between her
buttocks saw that one of her hands, which had been resting on the sink, was free. She was fiddling with
her clitoris, her middle finger, painted with light pink nail polish, rapidly moving it. The sight was too beautiful
to bear…

I knew she was about to come!

I pushed her onto the bed.

Although it only took a few seconds to get from the bathroom to the bed, I kept
my fingers .

She was pushed onto the bed, lying on her back. I removed my fingers, placed two
pillows , and told her to spread her legs in an M-shape, which she obediently did. Then I immediately put my mouth on her again, pressing
her into an even more exaggerated M shape in a 69 position, and took the opportunity to put my long-suppressed penis into her mouth.

She sucked on it for a while, not very focused. I understood her; like the final
preparations before a volcanic eruption, she needed to concentrate all her energy on enjoying this moment I was giving her, without distraction, to welcome the climax
. So, from the start of the 69 position until her orgasm (later I got off her to let
her breathe, but kept the upper body in the 69 position), she kept her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, anticipating and
fantasizing, waiting for that moment to arrive.

Because she was facing the light with her legs wide open, C's entire vulva was exposed to my view. With the
bright light, I finally saw her most private and precious part.

C's vulva is full and firm, not loose at all. The distance from the base of her thighs to her labia minora
is wider than that of the 17 women I've slept with, further emphasizing the beauty and texture of her labia majora. At
first it looks like a small sand dune rising from the ground (perfect score). With such a vulva paired with tight pants, I doubt
any man could resist its allure. However, C's vaginal opening is very long, with the end close to the anus. The two
labia majora, while not protruding, are long and even, giving a clean and refreshing appearance. The clitoris is completely covered by the labia minora.
The petals were slightly darker.

Generally, a young girl's labia minora are only 1/3 or half the length of the vulva, and then the labia majora are smooth until
the end . However, C's labia minora completely surrounded the vulva, so you couldn't
bite the smooth, tender flesh of the vulva with any bite, but only the labia minora. She had been actively spreading her vulva open before, and I think
that was because only in this way could she feel the heat of the tongue and get physiological pleasure (90 points).
C's pubic hair in front was thick and very stiff, making it difficult to probe her clitoris with the tongue (failing). I
thought the hair inside was also thick, but after opening her thighs, I saw that the amount of hair around the vulva was moderate,
evenly distributed around the vulva, which was particularly visually stimulating (full marks based entirely on personal preference). I know that
women like this have a strong sex drive. Don't be fooled by her usual mature goddess appearance; when she gets aroused, she's more sensual than any demon. I like it. I

spread C's vulva open up close and took a deep sniff at the vulva. There was a faint smell of urine, but no other
odor . The walls of her vulva were pink and moist, tender and smooth, glistening with the
natural . I wondered why a 36-year-old woman who had given birth could still be so alluring down there, while
my two playmates from six months ago, only 29 or 30, were already unattractive—either dark and lacking flesh color,
or their vulvas were dull and dark red. Today, 36-year-old C exuded a sense of mystery and intrigue.

I was on top, pressing her legs down, her vulva spread wider, allowing me more control over
the pressure of my licking. Even with my entire mouth inside, I could breathe easily.

With my first lick, I enveloped her vulva, discovering that the area near her anus
was brimming with vaginal fluid. My tongue swept over her clitoris and the entire slit, then moved to the end of the slit, teasing
the labia minora with my tongue, and gently sucked again. It was like squeezing a sponge to see
how much was inside.

She cried out helplessly.

After searching for her nipples, I explored her vulva a little further down. Because the 69 position allowed for
perfect , my tongue could penetrate deeply each time. My trembling tongue first circled her vulva, then
broke through to the center.

With each trembling of my tongue, each thrust, and
each weak twitch from her intense stimulation, more clear, viscous fluid flowed from her vulva, flowing towards her anus.

I joked, "Sister, you won't get dehydrated, will you?"

She stopped breathing, opened her eyes, and as if realizing something, reached down to touch the area between her anus and vulva.
Then, calmly, she used her middle finger to scoop up the thick layer of fluid and smear it on her vulva—a
cold and aloof gesture—she knew my preferences.

I was stunned by this scene, completely unable to believe my eyes: Holy crap, this woman understood
men so well, at least men like me. She used various actions and hints to tightly grasp my heart, while
maintaining such perfect control.

Stimulated by her, I attacked her clitoris again with frenzied force, vertically, horizontally, sideways,
in various ways, while also beginning verbal stimulation.

"Sister, you're so wet! Did you eat mango today?

" "What mango? No, why?"

"The nectar down there smells like mango."

She was speechless, embarrassed, "You're crazy?"

"Have you given it to anyone else before?"

"No."

"You're lying, aren't you? You just said your husband ate it too?" I teased her, punishing her provocatively,
stroking her entire vulva with a faster rhythm.

She was ready for an orgasm, her juices constantly seeping from her vulva.

"I thought you were talking about someone other than my husband."

"Does your husband like it?"

"Ah...ah...usually, he almost never...ah...doesn't want to do this to me."

"Sister, where is all this juice coming from?"

"It's coming from your pussy, ah...good, you can press harder with your tongue."

"Is your pussy dirty?" "

No."

"Is it dirty?" I increased the stimulation, just to hear her say "dirty."

Each stimulation was accompanied by a moan and a spasm inside her vagina, her anus opening and closing.

"Mmm, dirty," she said softly, embarrassed.

"Is the stuff coming out of your dirty hole dirty?"

"Dirty, very dirty, ah...yes, how can you be like this, don't...don't ask anymore."

"Sister, I know you like this, right? You like men saying your pussy is dirty but you still
desperately men to lick your dirty hole, right? This kind of talk works for you, doesn't it?"

"Ah...mmm...you bad man, you understand women very well...mmm..."

"Then tell me quickly, the stuff coming out of your pussy is even dirtier," I urged.

"Mmm...the stuff coming out of my pussy is even dirtier, my husband never wants to lick it for me."

"Then why do you still let me lick it? Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Don't ask anymore, ahhhhhh, please, oh...God."

"Answer quickly," I increased the intensity and thrust more than 10 times.

"Because I know you like it, you shouldn't mind anything about me."

"Sister, tell me quickly that you'll only give me your dirty water from now on."

"Hmm...hmm...from now on, I'll only give you my dirty stuff," she continued, "From now on
, I'll wake up with you every day and voluntarily smear lots of dirty water on your mouth."

"Not to anyone else."

"Only for you, only you can eat it, ahhhhh."

"Your husband can fuck you, but you can't let him eat you like this."

"You bad boy...how can you be so annoying, ah...ah...only you can use your mouth to clean my dirty water, even
my husband can't."

"I call you sister, but you give me your most private part and let me use my mouth, is this incest?"

"I like it," she said shyly, panting.

She was gradually losing her mind, craving the final verbal stimulation: "Little brother,
whenever , I'll give it to you, ahh, whatever position you want, I'll give it to you,
whatever you want, I'll give it to you, tonight I'm yours, you can play however you want, ahhhhhh,
kill me with your tongue, that's it, the key point... the key point... don't stop."

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