[To That Night] (03) Author: Taliban Member of Parliament

Author: Taliban MP
Word Count: 10309

(III)

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

She turned around and smiled gently, "What did I do to you?" Then she became even more aggressive.

I said, "If you keep messing around, I'll tear you apart and eat you." She teased me with her back to me, "I'm not afraid, how will you
eat me?" I slid my hand down her waist and onto her plump buttocks, my fingers gently
sliding down to the bottom of her buttocks, then slowly separating her buttocks, and said close to her ear, "Tear this apart and eat it."

dj The music changed, and as the original music faded, I turned her around, hugged her, and kissed
her fiercely.

She wasn't surprised, smiled gently, said, "Let's 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 doesn't matter."

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 you want, as long as your mouth and tongue are pressed tightly against my honey pot, I've showered
, it won't be very dirty down there.

Hearing her lewd encouragement, I couldn't resist either, I knelt down, nodded to the side in front of her spread thighs,
and kissed her private parts. C leaned against the door, her left leg against the wall, her right foot on the ground. Her skirt's
neckline was pulled up past her abdomen. Her left hand reached around her left buttock, using her little and ring fingers to pull open the crotch of her panties, while
her index and middle fingers worked to pry open her slightly everted, rosy vulva. 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; they have to
beg for ages to get even slightly exaggerated positions. Therefore, perhaps thanks to AV, I developed
a mature woman , liking women who actively seduce men. Today I met C, who is six years older than me, so I guess
fate has been kind to me. I definitely have to make a good impression. And she's standing in front of me in this position...
The perfect position, the pleading words—just as I'd asked for—how could I not try my best to make her enjoy herself?

Because of the position, I couldn't see C's vagina clearly, so I could only grope my way in. The first bite
enveloped her clitoris and half of the opening, and she let out a long "Ah!"
Her raised and lowered legs trembled slightly. 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 bite 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 to her figure, close to the proportions of European and American women.

Because she had been married, perhaps because her husband had been very sexually active, 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 , 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 . So I chose the front. She felt it 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 .

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

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

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

I supported her, lifting her left leg and placing her left foot on the toilet seat. I repeatedly stimulated
her G-spot, 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, constantly
panting and biting her lower lip. I thought, she probably hadn't done this with her husband in a very long time.

After less than five minutes of this, with the groans ceasing, "Wait a minute," she pushed my hand
away, her fingers sliding out of her vagina. Then she lowered her left foot from the toilet seat, standing
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 inside her vulva, constantly stimulating her G-spot to prevent her
from losing sensation.

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 was full and firm, not loose at all. The distance from her inner thighs to her labia minora
was wider than that of the 17 women I've slept with, further highlighting the beauty and texture of her labia majora. At
first looked like a small sand dune rising from the ground (full marks). With such a vulva and tight pants, I estimate
no man could resist its allure. However, C's vaginal opening was very long, with the end close to the anus. The two
labia majora, though not protruding, were long and even, looking clean and refreshing. The clitoris was completely covered by the labia minora, with
the petals near the clitoris being slightly darker.

Generally, a young girl's labia minora are only 1/3 or half the length of the vulva, followed by smooth labia majora
at the end of But C's labia minora completely surrounded the opening, so any bite could
only reach the labia minora, not the smooth, tender flesh of the vulva. She had been actively spreading her labia,
probably because only in this way could she feel the heat of the tongue and achieve physiological pleasure (90 points).
C's pubic hair was thick and coarse, making it difficult to probe her clitoris with my tongue (failing grade). I
initially thought the hair inside would be thick as well, but after opening her thighs, I saw that the amount of hair around the opening was moderate,
evenly distributed around the entire opening, which was particularly visually stimulating (giving full marks based entirely on personal preference). I know that
women like this have a strong sex drive; don't be fooled by their usual mature and goddess-like appearance—when they get aroused, they're more voluptuous than any demon. I like it.

I spread C's legs wide and took a deep sniff of the opening; there was a faint smell of urine, but no other
unusual odor . The inner walls of her vagina were pink and moist, tender and smooth, glistening with the sheen of vaginal fluid, a rosy and lustrous color.
However, 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 down there—either dark and fleshless,
or dull, dark red vulva. Today, 36-year-old C exuded 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 on top, 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 finding her clitoris, I explored her vulva further down. Because the 6-9
position allowed for a high degree of intimacy between partners, my tongue could penetrate deeply each time. Her trembling tongue
first circled her vulva, then broke through to the center.

With each trembling of her tongue, each thrust, and
each weak twitch caused by extreme stimulation, more clear, viscous fluid flowed from her vulva, running 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.

Under her stimulation, I again frantically attacked her clitoris, vertically, horizontally, sideways—
in various ways, while also beginning verbal stimulation.

"Sister, you have so much water! Did you eat mango today?

" "What mango? No, why?"

"The nectar down there smells like mango.

" 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 teasingly punished her,
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?"

"From your pussy, ah...good, you can press harder with your tongue.

" "Is your pussy dirty?"

"No."

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

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

"Um, it's 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 want men to lick your dirty hole, right? This kind of talk works for you, doesn't it?"

"Ah...um...you bad man, you understand women very well...umm..."

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

"Um...the stuff coming out of down there is even dirtier, my husband never wants me to lick it."

"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 pressure and thrust more than 10 times.

"Because I know you like it, you shouldn't be disgusted by anything I say."

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

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

" "Not for 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 place and let me use my mouth, is this incest?"

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

She was gradually losing her mind, craving the last bit of verbal stimulation: "Little brother, from now on,
whenever , I'll give it to you, ahhhhh, whatever position you want, I'll give you whatever position,
whatever you want, I'll give 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."

"Sister, hurry, spray out your dirtiest stuff."

As the verbal stimulation began, C reached her hands out from behind her buttocks, fiddling with the muscles
and sensitive areas around her vagina. With increasingly stimulating words and heavier tongue thrusts, her hand movements
grew larger, heavier, and faster, repeatedly parting and closing her tender vulva.
Finally, as she finished speaking, all her breath caught in her throat. She held her breath, biting her lower lip hard, her
face flushed, fine beads of sweat dampening her forehead hair. Her fingers trembled as she pressed hard against her vulva,
squeezing towards her clitoris. Her legs curled up as if trying to roll up, her body stiff, her thighs trembling, but
her legs were resisting my body's strength with all their might.

Suddenly, time stood still. There was no breathing, no trembling. My only impression at that moment was of her curled-up
legs and the heavy pressure of her fingers on her clitoris. The entire room was silent for a few seconds. I knew she
had reached her climax.

A small stream of urine spurted from her lower mouth with the first groan; it had a faint odor, but was
slightly and then gushed out in spurts. Because her legs were still pinned down by my entire upper body, and...
Maintaining the 69 position, her vagina was wide open, and her vaginal fluids flowed freely. My mouth was against hers, and I could
truly feel the waves of heat rushing into my mouth. After she calmed down, I laid her limp legs down, and my mouth
was already half full. This was probably what C had just said: the most precious dirty thing in her body.

Accompanied by more than ten loud groans, a few seconds later, she deflated like a punctured balloon,
her body returning to its previous softness within a dozen seconds. Her hands were raised above her shoulders and lay limply on the bed, revealing her fair
armpits. Her previously tightly clenched lips loosened, her abdomen heaving, her engorged G-spot twitching and
throbbing outwards, breaking open the two labia minora that had been covering it, making it clearly visible. The sight was truly beautiful. Both her mouth above and
the mouth between her legs were breathing in this pleasure to their hearts' content. It turns out, a mature woman's orgasm is
so much more alluring than a young girl's...

I quickly rinsed my mouth and came out of the bathroom to find C sprawled on the bed, her head turned towards the window
. Hearing my footsteps, she closed her legs. I thought, "She was so wanton just now, and now she's too shy to let me
see. Women are so interesting." I lay down beside her, propping myself up on my arm, so I could see her
flushed face and a few strands of
hair , kneaded her buttocks, and reached inside her thighs, gently pulling her legs apart. She
obediently parted her fleshy legs again. I probed her anus and perineum with my fingers, touching her vaginal opening.
Her vaginal fluids remained, dried, while her vaginal opening was still slightly moist, with an indescribable
stickiness. She tried to close her legs again, so I used my leg to hold down the one that was open.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked.

"I'm still not satisfied, thinking about what you just said to me," she replied.

"Was it good?"

"You almost killed me! You started by playing with me like this, how am I going to take it later!"

"Did you like it?" I continued to ask.

"I liked it. I found you to be very open about what you say. Every woman you get must say the same things, right?"

I lied to her, "No way, I've only had three girlfriends, I'm too embarrassed to say these things."

She turned her head, not avoiding my fingers, and continued to lie on the bed with her legs spread, saying, "You
were , you're definitely a pro."

"It's mainly because you're so sexy. My heart was pounding when I saw you, and then I just blurted out all the things I'd accumulated over the years
."

"Really? You playboy," she said shyly, then continued, "Actually, I was quite nervous today. It was the first
time 'd ever decided to go out and have fun, and then I ran into you. When you kissed me on the dance floor and said you wanted to eat me, I
was so nervous, both excited and scared. That feeling... I immediately got all wet down there. When I talked to you,
I didn't dare let you see how nervous I was, my voice was trembling. Never mind, you definitely can't understand what a woman feels like.
You secretly bought me drinks and sat with me talking, I was really happy, but afterwards you didn't ask me to
go back to the hotel. I didn't know what you were thinking. I was worried that you were disgusted by my age or that I had a child or something
, but I didn't dare ask. I thought that the thing I finally mustered up the courage to do was going to disappoint me again."

"And now?" I asked, my hand still in place.

"What do you think?" she said, looking at me confidently.

Looking back, most of my girlfriends or playmates weren't as confident or magnanimous as I used to be.
After I finished with them, they were usually incredibly shy, wouldn't let me touch their breasts, let alone continue teasing their genitals.
Maybe it was because they weren't yet at the age where they were as virile as wolves. C was different. She lay quietly, legs
apart talking and enjoying my gentle stimulation. Her eyes revealed the natural and carefree attitude of a mature woman towards sex
. She was so beautiful.

"As long as you're not afraid, I'll make you dehydrated tonight," I said with a wicked smile.

"You really know how to handle women. My husband never does that. He never flirts, never
says those things you say. I've never done that, for years."

I looked at her mischievously and said, "I thought you'd like those words, so I just said whatever came to mind.
But you came too fast and too intensely. I think it's partly because you haven't been treated like this in a long time, and partly because
we were having a really exciting time." I continued, "Actually, you're the amazing one. From the moment you came in and let me see your crotch,
to later in the bathroom when you lifted your leg and let me bite you, to what you just said about 'I
can do whatever I want with you,' I don't think any man could resist."

She was a little embarrassed: "Don't all men like that?" "So you're even more amazing, you understand men," I
said.

She turned to face me, reached out and grasped my not-so-hard but still engorged
penis, and smiled slightly, saying, "I'm sorry to have to put it through that." She gently pulled it down, moving it back and forth.

"I especially loved the way you put me just now," she said. "Actually, the reason you made me come so quickly is
because I was really excited, and also because you're so good with your mouth. You're really naughty." She leaned in, and
I kissed her, saying, "Does it smell like mango?"

She glanced at me, so alluring. "You're crazy. I can smell
the scent of my lower body on your lips," she continued. "You're so good at teasing women. Do you even know where a woman's most sensitive spots are?"

"Where?"

"Besides the neck, chest, abdomen, and those two tendons on the inside of the thighs, there's also the perineum and clitoris."

I pretended not to know: "Where's the perineum?"

She sighed, both amused and annoyed, and said, "Keep pretending." I chuckled.

We were practically face to face. While she was stroking my penis, she kissed me and continued, panting,
"I loved how you bit my vulva just now. That's where I'm most sensitive at first. When you were sucking on my vulva with your tongue
, the breath you exhaled from your nose made my anus feel warm. I was almost going crazy just now. I wanted to scream but I
didn't dare. You're so heavy, I couldn't push you away. I could only cover my mouth and let you do whatever you wanted."

"No wonder there was so much nectar as soon as I opened it," I said.

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