My QQ account features a young married woman.

That day, I was browsing online when a chat window popped up on QQ: "Hello!" I quickly checked the profile: "Sister, address unknown, age 31." It was rare for someone to initiate a chat with me, especially a "sister" (of course, I didn't know if it was genuine). I quickly replied... That day, I don't know if she was particularly enthusiastic or if I was just lucky, but we chatted until 1 a.m. After that, we chatted whenever we were online, and the conversations got warmer and warmer. After confirming her gender, age, and address, we even exchanged phone numbers... I won't go into the details of that process; I believe what you guys want to read isn't about how to chat online, but rather... haha. Around June, she told me she was going to Shenzhen for a business trip in the next few days (it's not far from here). I didn't have much to do, so we arranged a time for me to meet her in Shenzhen. I had never met her before (we didn't video chat).

On the train to Shenzhen, I was very nervous. It was my first time meeting her, and I didn't even know what she looked like. After getting off the train, I texted her. Since I was studying at a university in Shenzhen, we were quite familiar with each other. I told her where to meet me. Upon arriving at my destination, I didn't see anyone waiting nearby; I had arrived first. Suddenly, I felt like backing out. I pondered for a long time in the taxi: should I find a secluded spot to observe first, and if it was too bad, should I leave? Was she already there, hiding somewhere watching me? Was my hesitation a bit inappropriate? With a determined heart, I got out of the taxi and stood tall under the shade of a tree, my eyes darting around. Then I saw a woman dressed entirely in black, wearing sunglasses, walking unsteadily towards me. It was her. When she reached me, she took off her sunglasses, called my name, and looked at me.

To be honest, she wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her features were harmonious, her skin was well-maintained, and she wasn't very tall, about 1.58 meters, and rather plump. Most importantly, she was very different from the Beijing girl I had imagined, and I liked her very much. After she called my name, I confirmed it, and then without hesitation, I stepped forward and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "You're much prettier than I imagined a northern girl; it's quite a surprise." When I hugged her, I felt her body tense up a little; I guess she was shy! But after I said those words, she hugged me tightly, her face flushed. On the street, I felt a little awkward too; the hug lasted only about 20 seconds. Afterwards, we had Chinese food together. It was so hot that we each drank a bottle of beer. I was a little dizzy, but she seemed to have a good tolerance for alcohol. During the meal, we both brought up the topic of meeting up. It turned out she was just as nervous as I was, but because she was a married woman. The meal was a mess, and after paying the bill, I suggested we find a hotel room. Naturally, I asked for a single room (she definitely didn't need another room since she was on a business trip). The room was on the 20s floor, and in the elevator, she seemed a little lost. At that moment, I was truly innocent, without a single impure thought. I chatted with her about my experiences on the train, and the journey to the room must have felt incredibly long to her. Once

in the room, things clicked. I put down my luggage, washed my face in the bathroom, and handed her a towel. She took the towel and went to the bathroom. The temptation began right then and there, because of that bed in the room; just looking at it stirred a strange urge within me.

She came out of the bathroom, and I stared at her intently. She didn't avoid my gaze; she had a unique allure after washing up (or perhaps it was just lust acting up). I felt my heart race and my breathing quicken. I rushed over and embraced her tightly. After two or three seconds, she embraced me back. I could feel her excitement (we were practically about to confess our feelings; otherwise, why would we have met?). I began searching for her lips, starting from her earlobe, inhaling her hair, gently touching her neck and cheeks with my lips, and finally her lips. She slightly opened her mouth, exhaling a fragrance like orchids. I slightly extended my tongue, lightly touching her teeth. Slowly, she extended the tip of her tongue, and I immediately bit it gently, then began kissing her passionately. After a few minutes of kissing, I felt I couldn't hold her any longer, so I quickly moved to the bedside, and we both collapsed onto it. Her eyes were closed, her face displaying an expression of longing.

My lips began to kiss downwards, my left hand gently resting on her chest. There was no resistance, so I grew bolder and began to knead her breasts more vigorously. She began to moan, her hands gripping my head. Her collar was high, and I pressed my lips against her chest through her clothes, exhaling a powerful breath. I slowly pulled up her shirt, my lips immediately landing on her chest. She pulled her clothes off, hooking them behind her back, and her strapless bra fell to her waist, revealing a pair of white breasts, perfectly firm, with nipples the size of grapes. I pushed her onto the bed and began to kiss her passionately, my hands kneading her breasts and flicking her nipples with my fingers. Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly.

I whispered in her ear, "Let's go wild." She immediately embraced my head and kissed my lips greedily. I pulled down her trousers and underwear. Naked, she appeared even more voluptuous, plump but not at all bloated. I quickly stripped myself naked, biting down on her left nipple. My penis began thrusting into her vagina. Having given birth before, after a few thrusts, it slid in with a soft "whoosh." She cried out my name, clinging tightly to me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I couldn't exert any force; the sensation of my penis inside was incredibly pleasurable. I remained motionless, savoring the warmth of her vagina. She began squeezing my penis with her vagina, her body writhing. My penis remained still, my mouth and tongue focused on licking her nipples. "I want...I want you to do it to me..." I pretended not to hear, continuing to press my penis firmly inside her, one hand holding her tightly, the other kneading her breasts. I felt her juices flowing out in waves. She writhed more and more violently; one hand could barely hold her body.

"I feel so bad, please... I want to go crazy..." I pulled my penis out, moved her legs that were wrapped around my waist, and held them with my hands. I thrust my penis deep into her vagina, aiming so precisely, so smoothly. She let out a satisfied "ah," and I couldn't hold back any longer. I started thrusting wildly, completely forgetting all the fancy techniques like "nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust," just wanting to thrust hard and all the way in. Her vagina was a little loose after childbirth, and with the constant flow of love juice, my penis didn't feel particularly stimulated. I crossed her legs and pressed them against her lower abdomen, and it felt much better immediately. I guess she felt something different too, because she moaned even more enthusiastically. Perhaps it was the boldness of northerners, but her moans were particularly stimulating. "Push me hard... ah, I feel so good... ah, I love you so much... I want to be your wife..." The last sentence almost made me ejaculate.

She kept twisting and turning, her hands tightly gripping my shoulders, her nails almost digging into my flesh. Her head would occasionally lift up, her eyes half-closed, which was quite a sight to behold. Perhaps this is the brilliance of a young married woman! I half-squatted on the bed, my penis thrusting wildly, my eyes fixed on the point where our bodies met. Her labia majora and minora opened and closed with each thrust, "splash...splash..." Our pubic hair was soaked with her juices. I released my hands from her legs and squeezed her bouncing breasts, kneading them forcefully. This position was effortless and incredibly stimulating. My hands were busy enjoying themselves, waves of pleasure washing over me. I estimated I was nearing my climax, so I thrust even harder and faster, each thrust reaching its hilt. She sensed I was about to ejaculate, and her moans grew louder. "Shoot inside, I want your baby..." What else could I do? I thrust ten or so times, ejaculating deep inside her. I lay on top of her, my face pressed tightly against her breasts. She held my head tightly, kissing it repeatedly, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and back.

The battle had left us both drenched in sweat. We rested for a moment, clinging to each other, lying on our sides. I couldn't tell if she hadn't reached orgasm or if her orgasm was different from others. She held me close, burying her head against my chest, motionless. I wanted to say something, but couldn't find a topic. Just as I was pondering this, she suddenly pushed me away and ran quickly to the bathroom. I scrambled to my feet and followed her in. She was sitting on the toilet; it turned out she had ejaculated. I leaned against the doorframe, quietly watching her. Her face was still flushed from the passion, she looked so beautiful. "What are you spacing out for?" she asked as she flushed the toilet. Without a word, I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. I inserted two fingers of my left hand into her vagina. She responded enthusiastically, her tongue teasing me in her mouth, her breasts pressing tightly against me, and she even grabbed my penis and started rubbing it. Her vagina was overflowing with desire again, one hand hooked around my neck, clinging to me. She was aroused, and my little brother was also swelling, but I didn't want to give her what she wanted. I pulled away, holding him with my left hand, and turned on the shower with my right. The cool water flowed over me, instantly reducing my lust. She wasn't having it, continuing to writhe on top of me. I pushed her away and started washing her body—that's what

you call playing hard to get, right? After the shower, we both calmed down. "Come with me to my old school! I'll tell you my story," I said gently. The afternoon in Shenzhen was incredibly hot. We took a taxi to my alma mater, reminiscing together on campus. I told her about my college romance, describing my passionate love affair with my girlfriend. She looked bewildered, as if trying to connect the dots, her hands tightly gripping my right arm, pressing it against her chest. Was she lacking love, or experiencing the seven-year itch after marriage? Who knows?

It was past 6 PM when we got back to the hotel. The restaurant was packed, so I ordered a few dishes and a bottle of red wine to take back to my room. I was covered in sweat from the afternoon, and the air conditioning made me feel sticky and uncomfortable. Putting down the food, I said, "Go take a shower first; it'll make you feel better after eating!" "You go first!" she declined. I almost said we should shower together. Ugh, that wouldn't be funny; there was a reason I wanted her to shower first. After my insistence, she went into the bathroom. A few rustling sounds followed, then the sound of running water. I quickly stripped down to my underwear, guessing she was almost done showering, and opened the bathroom door (damn, it wasn't locked). She smiled shyly when she saw me. I stood under the showerhead, took off my shorts, and started roaming her body. She poured some shower gel on me and started washing me. When she half-squatted down and gently touched my penis, it immediately sprang to life, almost touching her lips.

The shower gel shampoo was quickly rinsed away by the water. Suddenly, my penis felt warm and tingly. She took most of it into her mouth. I quickly grabbed the wall for support. She sucked and swallowed, as if she wanted to swallow it all. My penis was so hard, standing erect. Her half-squatting position allowed it to move freely in and out of her mouth. The straight in and out motion made her oral skills seem mediocre, but it gave me the same pleasurable feeling as when I was penetrating her vagina. I enjoyed it to the fullest, waves of pleasure washing over me. I couldn't just give up like that. When I was almost done, I pulled her up, hugged her legs, turned her around, and placed her on the sink. Her feet rested on my shoulders, revealing her alluring vulva. I kissed her calves, thighs, and lower abdomen with varying degrees of intensity, while my hands were busy massaging her breasts. Her head rested against the mirror, her mouth slightly open, her chest heaving rapidly. "Ah. Mm. Mm." Her buttocks kept twisting on the washbasin, and her labia trembled intermittently. I slowly moved my mouth closer to her vulva, occasionally sweeping my tongue across her labia. Every time I touched her labia, she would lift her vulva up slightly. Suddenly, I stuck out a finger and started probing her vulva, while gently biting her labia majora with my teeth. Her entire buttocks were almost raised, and her moans grew louder, "Ah...ah...I feel so good...I can't take it anymore..."

??? I loosened my teeth and inserted two more fingers into her vagina, repeatedly moving them in and out. My tongue licked back and forth between her labia and clitoris. She actually pressed my head against her vagina with her hand. Since she needed it so much, I immediately sucked on her vagina with my mouth, biting her clitoris and sucking hard. My hands were covered in her love juice. I continued to lick and thrust my fingers in and out for about 2-3 minutes. Suddenly, her vagina tightened, and a large amount of liquid flowed down her arm and onto the floor. I looked up and saw that her urethra was slightly open, and drops of liquid were dripping onto my palm. She had lost control of her bladder. Was this her orgasm? She sat motionless on the sink. I lifted myself up and bit her nipple, slowly withdrawing my fingers from her vagina. I held her waist with both hands, and my penis pressed against her vagina, slowly swaying. She recovered from her climax, her hands holding my head, her eyes half-closed, searching for my lips. She bit my tongue and sucked hard, her legs clamping tightly around my body. I guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina with my right hand, grinding it a few times before slowly inserting it. I stopped just as the glans entered, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, lifting her buttocks and squeezing me tightly with her legs. I straightened my back, my penis only moving in and out of her vagina, this emptiness arousing her desire, her love juices flowing freely. Because she was biting my tongue, her moans were muffled. I couldn't tease her any longer, so I thrust my penis all the way in, pressing against her clitoris, then pulled out sharply, fucking her hard like that. She finally released my numb tongue and cried out, "Ah... I'm going to die... Waaah..."

??? My love juices soaked my penis, allowing me to move in and out freely. Every time I thrust against her clitoris, my whole body trembled, but the stimulation of the thrusting wasn't particularly intense. I pulled out my penis and plopped down on the toilet seat. She immediately climbed off the sink and straddled me, starting to wiggle her hips. I was happy to relax for a bit, cupping her bouncing breasts in my hands and kissing and tugging at her nipples. This position was so comfortable; my eyes, hands, mouth, and penis were all busy, and I didn't have to exert any effort. I just enjoyed it, the "slapping" sounds of skin against skin, the "splashing" sounds of penetration, and her moans "Ah... ooh..." filling my ears. Suddenly, she stopped moving, hugged my back tightly, and bit my shoulder for almost half a minute before letting go. This time, she didn't lose control of her bladder; I guess she didn't need to pee anymore.

She seemed a little tired after her second orgasm. I held her tightly, my penis trembling inside her. After resting for a few minutes, she started kissing me again, and I returned a passionate kiss. I gestured for her to stand up, hold onto the sink, and then lifted my penis to insert it from behind, slowly thrusting in and out. Because I had almost ejaculated from the previous stimulation, I was a little weak after resting, so I controlled the rhythm of my thrusts, hoping to arouse her desire again. I reached out and cupped her breasts, kneading them. After a few thrusts, she began to arch her hips back, and my penis became erect again. I released my right hand and used three fingers to firmly grip the upper part of her vaginal opening, pressing and kneading her clitoris. My penis began to thrust vigorously, the impact of my lower abdomen against her buttocks making a slapping sound. Due to the different angle of insertion, the squelching sound disappeared. I looked up at myself in the mirror. Her hair, hanging down, danced wildly with my thrusts. "Look up," I said. She obediently raised her head, her eyes still half-closed, her cheeks flushed beautifully, her mouth opening and closing, her nose glistening with tiny beads of sweat. I was completely captivated. My penis quickened its pace, thrusting into her vagina, and she arched back in response. Each thrust was solid. Suddenly, she collapsed onto the sink, her vagina convulsing. I didn't care and thrust a few more times, ejaculating deep inside her before collapsing onto her.

After a fierce battle, we quickly showered, wrapped ourselves in towels, and returned to our room. We opened the kitchen, poured a glass of red wine, and CCTV-3 was playing the same song. We smiled at each other. This was so idyllic: fine wine, a beautiful woman, music—what more could one ask for in life? What more could one ask for in a husband? Facing a woman after her bath, a young woman after sex, my appetite was unusually good. I finished the food and drank a third of the wine—a bit too much! As expected of a northerner, she finished off the rest of the wine. After a satisfying meal, we all sat on the sofa, too tired to move, when Dao Lang came out and sang his classic "The First Snow of 2002." After listening, she asked if I knew another Dao Lang song. I guessed she meant "Lover," but instead said, "I don't know, sing it for me!" Her singing wasn't great; thankfully, she only sang the best few lines.

"When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust!" With my alcohol tolerance, I'd seriously overdone it today. My desire was gone, but her intermittent humming of those lyrics was making me drowsy and intoxicated, making me want to sleep. I got up, washed my face, and lay down on the bed. She followed, snuggling into my arms. I untied her towel, letting her breasts press tightly against my chest. She was very obedient, remaining still as I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but I felt a tickle and groggily opened my eyes. I saw her lying on top of me, kissing my nipple, her long hair brushing against my chest. "What time is it? Hmm..." I asked her. Seeing me awake, she immediately kissed my lips, her tongue dancing in my mouth. I reached out and grasped her white breasts, which were drooping in front of my eyes, kneading them forcefully. They felt as soft as cotton, and her grape-like nipples throbbed in my palm. I enjoyed it, when suddenly I felt a tightening in my penis. Her soft little hand held my half-asleep penis. Perhaps it had been too stimulating today, as it wasn't as sensitive... She seemed to understand, slowly moving her body downwards, her mouth kissing all the way down to my inner thighs. Her tongue gently licked the glans, the tip occasionally touching the urethral opening. Suddenly, she took the whole thing into her mouth, my penis completely submerged. My hair stood on end. How come her oral skills are so good all of a sudden? No, I have to distract myself, or I'll ejaculate soon enough. I reached out and pulled her legs, and she cooperated, forming a "69" position. I probed with my finger—wow! She was dripping with vaginal fluid. I lightly touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and with each touch, her lower body contracted, clearly enjoying it.

To further distract my little brother, I inserted two fingers into her vagina, tapping repeatedly to find her G-spot, while my other hand pinched and squeezed her nipples. A drop of water fell on my face, then two, then three… She arched her body and lay motionless on top of me. Luckily, my little brother slipped out of her mouth, or I would have been crippled. My fingers remained inside her vagina, and after a short rest, I started tapping again. After a few taps, she lifted herself up and moved downwards, using her hand to guide my erect penis into her vagina, slowly inserting it and beginning to sway her body. I brushed her disheveled hair forward and stroked her fleshy back with both hands, feeling incredibly good. Her buttocks drew circles back and forth, occasionally lifting up, as if a thousand tiny hands or tongues were teasing my little brother inside her vagina. “Mmm…uh…mmm…ah…” I couldn’t see her face; I guessed she was biting her lip, as if she was deliberately suppressing her moans, yet she simply couldn’t hold back. Her body swayed faster and faster until she collapsed onto my lap, her buttocks trembling incessantly, her vagina contracting repeatedly, her juices making my glans burn. Her moans and trembling buttocks aroused me intensely. Before she could recover, I pulled her up and penetrated her from behind, gripping her hips tightly with both hands, thrusting forcefully, each stroke reaching its hilt. She gripped the sheets tightly, her face buried in the bed, her moans growing louder, though they were muffled sounds. Was this what adultery felt like? I fucked her hard, without restraint, as if I wanted to tear her vagina apart with each thrust. Suddenly, she couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the bed, her head hanging off the edge. My penis slapped against her own lower abdomen with a loud crack, her juices splattering everywhere.

I brought her legs together, straddled her, and my penis searched for her vagina between her buttocks. There was so much vaginal fluid, and her vagina was so slippery; it slid in easily. Her tightly closed vagina enveloped my penis, making the thrusting even more stimulating. I swayed my body, my hips circling, and after a short rest, I began thrusting again. Her vagina was so tight, it was incredibly stimulating. "Ah...ah..." she cried out loudly, seemingly oblivious to everything else. I felt the stimulation growing stronger, and with a final thrust, my semen burst forth, spraying into her tight vagina—it was incredibly stimulating. My penis bounced within her tight embrace, and her vagina contracted. I felt like I was about to faint. Damn, it felt so good! I rolled off, feeling completely refreshed. She climbed on top of me, her breasts pressed tightly against mine. "It feels so good, you're killing me!" she whispered in my ear, gently biting my earlobe with her lips. After resting for a while, I felt sleepy again. She got up and went to the bathroom to get a warm towel, gently wiping my penis. I was so moved I almost cried.

When I woke up again, I still didn't know what time it was; the dim wall lamp wasn't too glaring. I opened my eyes and was almost startled. She was lying on her side beside me, staring straight at me. Seeing I was awake, she snuggled into my arms. I checked my phone—damn, it was 10 AM! She slept so soundly… I stroked her back and buttocks, and she started panting again, “I still want…” I responded with action, inserting my fingers into her vagina, teasing her, and she was aroused again. She twisted her body and kissed me, kissing my penis. This was a farewell performance; I had to put on a good show. I rolled her over and kissed her mouth, neck, breasts, lower abdomen, thighs, and finally, her vagina. I gently parted her labia majora, licking her labia minora, urethra, and vaginal opening with my tongue, my tongue moving in and out of her vagina like a penis. She grabbed my hair with both hands, her body trembling, completely lost in ecstasy. I kissed her clitoris with my lips, pulling it up and releasing it repeatedly, clearly feeling it grow larger. Her body trembled more and more violently, finally stopping abruptly and falling heavily onto the bed. Seizing the opportunity, I knelt beside her, inserting two fingers into her vagina, kissing above her pubic bone, and tapping upwards with my fingers. The force of the tapping traveled through her skin to her lips, the tapping becoming faster and faster. My fingers seemed to be cramping, and her body tensed again after less than a minute of writhing. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking the sheets.

I pulled out my two stiff fingers, sat on the bed, and pulled her to straddle my lap. My penis hurriedly entered her honey pot. A pair of white breasts bounced before my eyes like two little white rabbits. I bit into one of the nipples and stroked her buttocks back and forth. Her hands clung tightly to my neck, her body limp and swaying with my strength. My crotch was a vast expanse of water; I couldn't tell if I was penetrating her or if my penis was soaking in water. Only the contact with the walls of her vagina gave me real pleasure. I was so tired. Her limp body grew heavier and heavier, so I had to lay her flat, pressing her thighs tightly against my chest. I pulled a pillow over her buttocks, exposing her vagina high in front of me. I thrust my penis deep inside, slowly withdrawing to find her sensitive G-spot. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her head swaying back and forth, her body trembling with each thrust. Oh, I have to catch my train! My penis began to thrust frantically, my right thumb vigorously rubbing her clitoris. Those millions of sperm seemed to be deliberately defying me, refusing to come out. I squeezed her thighs together, her vagina enveloping my penis even tighter. She seemed to remember I was about to leave, her body began to writhe wildly, her moans growing louder. My stimulation intensified, and the sperm began to cooperate, rushing into her vagina with my frenzied thrusts. My penis was pulled out of her vagina with a "pop," bouncing a few times, the glans frighteningly red. The vaginal opening was a round hole, like a mouth slowly closing, a stream of white semen slowly flowing from her swollen labia.

??? I boarded the train home, and she texted me: You gave me an experience I'll never forget, a crazy first time, but I don't want it to be the only one. Thank you! I touched my aching penis and asked: Would you be willing next time? My penis actually moved upwards slightly. I smiled bitterly and fell asleep.

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