Eight years later, they made love passionately in front of her wedding photos.

Eight years ago, I was stationed for a year in a northern coastal city for work. The branch office clerk was a local girl, very

beautiful, with a fantastic figure. During my year in the north, although she already had a boyfriend, I still

pursued her relentlessly. However, because she was deeply in love at the time, and with no other opportunities, I returned

to this city, known as paradise, changed jobs, got married, had children, and settled into a peaceful domestic

life .

For over six years, due to the geographical distance, I had almost no contact with her, and I had

basically forgotten about her. However, two years ago, I suddenly received a call from her, inviting me to her wedding,

which was in my city. I was taken aback but didn't think much of it and attended the wedding out of courtesy. During

the wedding, in our conversation, I learned that she

had broken up , and the current groom had taken advantage of her vulnerability to win her heart. Moreover, their marriage was a shotgun

wedding.

After the wedding, we still rarely kept in touch. Only about a year and a half ago did she call to tell me her son was born.

During that time, I was extremely busy, spending several months out of town, so I didn't visit them. At the end of last

year, I finally didn't have to travel much anymore. One day, I received another call from her, asking me to come to her house

the next morning to help her with something. Despite having work, I arranged my company matters early and went to her

house. When I arrived, I learned that her mother-in-law had gone back to her hometown the day before due to some matters, and her husband had been stationed in South Africa for almost a year for

work . Her son was almost a year old.

From her family's situation, it was clear that they were well-off, or rather, her husband's income must be

very good. She was busy with housework, while I played with her son in the living room, chatting intermittently. Her

figure still attracted my attention; she maintained a very good figure, her buttocks were still firm and perky,

and her breasts were still firm, seemingly much larger than when we first met.

She spent over an hour finishing the housework, and it was around ten o'clock. She picked up her son

to breastfeed, and when her large, white breasts came into view, I felt a surge of excitement. I sat down beside her and put my

arm around her waist; I could feel she was also excited. While her son was nursing, I kept stroking her back,

hair, and buttocks. As her son was falling asleep, I forcefully reached my hand under her buttocks,

violating her genitals through her pants.

After a while, she stood up and walked towards the bedroom. I followed behind. When she put her son on the bed,

I grabbed her from behind, my hands on her breasts, my lower body pressing against her firm, upturned buttocks. She

gently twisted her body, as if trying to push me away, but the friction of her buttocks against my genitals only made me hold her

tighter. I reached my hand inside her shirt. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, I immediately touched her breasts.

Because she had breastfed, her nipples were long. I pinched one with my fingers and gently rubbed it.

Her breasts were soft, but I couldn't feel any sagging. She kept saying "no," while

rubbing her buttocks harder against my genitals, intensifying my desire.

I pressed her down on the bed and quickly took off my own clothes. Perhaps afraid of waking our

son, she didn't struggle at all. I picked her up again, continuing to massage her breasts

while pulling her hand down to her erect penis. She seemed a little shy, yet also a little expectant.

She pulled her hand back as soon as it touched my penis, but when I pulled it down again, she

gripped it tightly and started stroking it up and down, the ring formed by her index finger and thumb occasionally touching the ring under the glans.

At that moment, I knew she needed it, so I pulled her pants (including her underwear) down to her thighs

and held her abdomen with my left hand. There was a scar on her abdomen, clearly from a C-section. My right hand

reached between her legs, feeling that she didn't have much pubic hair. I inserted my middle finger directly into her

labia; I felt she was very wet. When my hand slid between her labia and touched her

clitoris , her breathing quickened and she let out a soft "ah."

I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and began to move it in and out, while my thumb occasionally touched her clitoris. She trembled slightly,

whispering "no," while gripping my penis even tighter. After a while, I

lifted one of her legs and placed it diagonally on the edge of the bed, making her lean forward. Her pants fell to the floor, still

on her other leg, and her buttocks arched upwards. I guided my penis back and forth at the entrance of her vagina

a few times, then thrust forward forcefully, penetrating it completely. At that moment, she let out a long breath.

Feeling the warmth and wetness of her lower body, and sensing its still tightness, I supported her waist

with one hand and gently massaged her clitoris from the front with the other, thrusting forcefully. My lower abdomen

slapped against her firm buttocks, making a "slap slap" sound, while she bit the corner of the blanket, making suppressed "mmm"

sounds.

After thrusting like this for four or five minutes, I pressed her down on the bed to rest, but suddenly noticed

her wedding photo with her husband hanging on the other wall. Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy, picked her up,

and pushed against that wall, making her

support herself with her hands as I continued thrusting from behind. Her pants were still hanging around her other ankle. When I lifted her chin, she realized my intention, and at

the same time, I felt her vagina tighten rhythmically, pressing against my glans. I used one hand to prevent

her head from lowering, while the other hand continued to massage her clitoris from below, thrusting forcefully

.

Four or five minutes later, I felt her vagina tightening more and more, and her legs trembling slightly. I

knew she was close to orgasm, so I released my control over her chin and stopped attacking her clitoris. I held her

waist with both hands and thrust harder. Amid her suppressed moans, I knew I was about to ejaculate,

so thrust faster and faster. She knew I was about to ejaculate too, and while contracting her vaginal walls more forcefully,

she panted and told me, "These days are dangerous, don't ejaculate inside." As soon as she finished speaking, I

withdrew my penis, and a powerful stream of semen shot onto her hair, the rest onto her shirt and buttocks.

After I ejaculated, we went into the bathroom together, and she asked me to help her wipe the semen off her hair, clothes, and buttocks.

After wiping away the liquid, her face in the mirror was unusually rosy. When I wiped her buttocks, I saw that her slightly parted legs were

very wet, and her lower body felt engorged. So I inserted my right middle and index fingers

into her vagina. She twisted her body and turned around as my fingers moved in and out, holding me tightly and whispering in my ear, "You bad boy,

you want more?" I felt the softness of her breasts and said while moving my fingers in and out, "Let's rest for a bit, we'll do it

later, but I really want to cum inside you." She grasped my not-yet-fully-erect penis and said,

"Then let's wear a condom halfway through?"

After a quick cleaning, we sat on the sofa in the living room, embracing each other. Her son hadn't fallen asleep yet, so

we continued kissing, and I sucked on her breasts hard (it's strange, her son could suck out water, but I

couldn't). After about ten minutes, with her hands rubbing, my penis became hard again, and her

vagina was already very wet from my fingers probing.

I had her straddle my lap, and my glans entered her warm, wet vagina again. She wrapped her arms around my

neck and began to move up and down, her large breasts heaving. We did this for five or six minutes,

then I had her put a condom on me. We went back into the bedroom, and after she put the condom on, I picked her up,

wrapped her legs around my waist, and pressed her against the wall next to the bedside table, penetrating her from below.

Squeezing her large breasts, I felt her vagina begin to press against my penis again. At the same time, I

noticed her eyes were fixed on the opposite side and becoming somewhat dazed. I figured she was getting more excited because she had seen their

wedding photo, so I thrust even harder. After a few more minutes, I felt myself

nearing ejaculation, so I lifted her back to the wedding photo, turned her over to face the wall, and

began to thrust rapidly from behind again. Two or three minutes later, with contractions deep inside her vagina and

a slight tremor throughout her body, I ejaculated, my penis pressed tightly against the depths of her vagina.

Postscript:

That afternoon, around 3 PM, before her mother-in-law returned, we had sex again, and then I left

her house. After a day of passion, I was completely exhausted. After that, we couldn't find a chance to be together again

. A little over a week later, she took her son and went back to her parents' home, and hasn't returned since.

The End

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