I lost control of my bladder during a passionate sexual encounter with my lover.

"Lover" was a euphemism for "friends," but in reality, it was just a casual fling. We shared similar interests, hung out together often, and got to know each other well. I met her

by chance through a message in a bottle. The message was explicit: "Extramarital sex, won't affect your family. Those interested, please chat first, thank you!" She received the bottle and immediately started chatting with me. After a few words, we added each other on QQ. Our chat was open and explicit; she sent pictures of sex, said she liked sex, and liked big penises. We then video chatted, saw each other's bodies, and exchanged phone numbers—the first time in my life I'd exchanged phone numbers. We even verified she wasn't a scammer through the phone call and agreed to meet sometime.

Three days later, I happened to be free, so I called and arranged to meet. I drove to pick her up. I was nervous about meeting her for the first time, fearing it would be a disaster. But when we met, she was a stylish, mature woman with curly hair, sunglasses, a voluptuous figure, a floral dress, black stockings, and high heels. She was captivating. She got in the car, awkwardly sitting in the back seat, clearly embarrassed.

I drove to a secluded spot, teasing her with words. I stopped the car, stroked her thighs, and let her moan seductively. She said no, but her allure fueled my hormones. I promptly drove to a budget hotel, booked a room, and hesitantly suggested using a condom.

Once inside, I locked the door, pulled her into my arms, and her mature charm exploded. Her moans tempted me to throw her onto the bed, pull down her shirt, lift her bra, and kiss her large, D-shaped breasts. Her nipples were a sensitive spot, and she cried out, saying it felt amazing.

With one hand on her breasts, I pulled down her skirt. She unbuttoned it herself, and I pulled it down, removing her underwear. I saw a patch of pubic hair, her labia slightly parted, already wet. I quickly inserted a finger, and she let out a soft moan, asking me to insert more.

So I inserted three fingers and started thrusting rapidly. She screamed with pleasure and involuntarily began to gush. Her vagina swelled up, tightly gripping my fingers, and her urethra opened, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid, soaking a large patch of the sheets. I excitedly continued thrusting wildly. Within ten minutes, my fingers brought her to orgasm five times, leaving her unable to move from the pleasure.

After a short rest, I took off my clothes and gave her my hard, throbbing penis. She obediently took it into her mouth, first giving me a few deep throat thrusts, which felt amazing, and then slowly licking the glans, the shaft, and the testicles.

A few minutes later, I spread her legs and thrust my hard penis inside her, forgetting the condom. I thrust rapidly, making her moan and groan with pleasure, urging me to fuck her harder. After dozens of rapid thrusts, she gushed again.

I pulled my penis out and smacked her clitoris and labia hard with the glans. Another squirt came, her juices gushing out. The scene was truly exhilarating; it was the first time in my life I'd seen such a sensitive woman squirt so much! We

switched places, she on top, me on the bottom. First, she was on top, then I sat up and fucked her hard, the mattress almost falling off the bed because of our vigorous movements. During the intense thrusting, her orgasms came one after another, her breathing becoming more and more rapid, her cries louder and louder. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back, and she orgasmed again, collapsing onto the bed, silent. I was so scared I didn't dare move. I stopped and called out a few times, and slowly she woke up, and I felt relieved.

The room smelled a bit bad, and when I looked, I saw she'd pooped out of her anus, soaking the sheets. I quickly took the sheets down and washed her. She was still comfortably on the bed, too lazy to move. After the sheets were cleaned up, she relaxed, but I hadn't ejaculated yet, so I gave her oral sex again, then penetrated her vagina quickly for a while before ejaculating deep inside her – pleasure first.

After resting, we chatted and became much more familiar. She also enjoyed this kind of sex, especially how I could make her squirt with my hand and make her lose control of her bladder with my penis. This became our topic of conversation and the basis for our continued relationship. We have

many stories. She's very open-minded; she had several casual sex partners before me. After we got together, she gradually broke up with them, but she still kept a few. I know about them; she occasionally slept with them and would report back to me, asking me to fuck her again. She's very horny; she can do anal sex, blowjobs, deep penetration, and outdoor sex – basically, she'll do anything.

She evoked both love and hate in me. Men are truly driven by their lower instincts; when their lower bodies are fully satisfied, they begin to like the woman.

There are many stories about us; let's take it slow. For a man, the first time I've made a woman lose control of her bladder and bowels is a real achievement, something to savor!

[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/169883.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=169883&aspx=1

Previous Page : My Filipino maid

Next Page : [A shameful experience of soliciting prostitutes]

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

I lost control of my bladder during a passionate sexual encounter with my lover.

comment Open a new window to view comments