34D young woman

Although Xiaowen
is already 28 years old, she looks only around 21 or 22, quite young. Her shoulder-length, straight hair and glasses couldn't hide her mature and beautiful face. She
also maintains a very good figure, wearing a shirt and long casual pants.
While not dressed revealingly, her good figure is still undeniable.
Especially her magnificent breasts, which appear to be at least 34D, seem about to burst out of her shirt, making one's heart flutter.
Perhaps because she was already a wife and mother, she wasn't particularly wary or defensive towards me, a boy who still seemed like a little brother. However, she would appropriately wear a jacket when men around her were staring at her chest, shielding herself from their lewd glances, including mine.
Weiwen's appearance and figure remained the focus of men's attention.
Weiwen didn't live in Taichung City, but in Taiping.
It wasn't unusual for someone from another town to come to the city for tutoring.
So, it wasn't anything particularly strange or noteworthy.
One day, Weiwen was probably too tired from work, and towards the end of class, she actually dozed off.
She didn't tell anyone to wake her up to catch the bus.
Therefore, when Weiwen woke up after class, she missed her scheduled bus.
If we waited for the next bus, we wouldn't get home until almost midnight, so I casually suggested that I give her a ride home on my motorcycle. Wenwei didn't have any other ideas and agreed.
Wenwei was wearing a culotte that day, so there was nothing wrong with her straddling the motorcycle. Wenwei sat on the back seat, initially holding onto the crossbar behind the motorcycle,
keeping a certain distance from my body. But as I sped up, Wenwei gradually put her arm around my shoulder, and then hugged my waist. Because of hugging my waist, there was unavoidable body contact, and the feeling of two soft mounds pressing against each other was really comfortable.
But now was not the time to enjoy that feeling; I could only concentrate on riding.
Weiwen didn't ask me to walk her all the way home; she only went to the bus stop near her house and then walked home herself. I didn't want to insist, so I turned around and rode home.
Although walking her home was just a coincidence, it increased my popularity in her eyes.
I never thought about making a move on her; just secretly watching her and fantasizing was enough for me.
But fate intervened, and I eventually had intimate contact with Weiwen... Perhaps it was because she trusted me and believed that she was an unattractive old woman and that a young boy like me wouldn't be interested in her! Three or four times I walked her home, but she always refused to let me take her all the way home, only stopping at the bus stop.
However, she didn't let me work for free. Every time, she would buy me some snacks like fried chicken or oyster omelets from the roadside as a late-night treat to thank me. After a while, I got used to it and didn't think it was a big deal.
She asked me to give her a ride home, and as usual, I took her to the bus stop near her house.
But she didn't get off; instead, she instructed me to keep riding. I obediently followed her instructions and took her to a detached three-story bungalow nearby. It seemed this was Weiwen's house.
After Weiwen got off, I was about to turn around and ride away when Weiwen, unusually, offered to come in and have a cold drink. She said she would cook me a late-night snack that night.
I figured it was rare for my family to be away today, so I figured I could stay out a little longer before going home.
I assumed her husband and child were at home, so I agreed.
But when I got inside, I found she was all alone.
I asked, and she said her husband was away on a business trip, and her child was at her grandparents' house near the woods, so she was all alone... I wondered what sexy and alluring clothes Wen would wear. Sure enough, Wen changed into extremely casual loungewear
, so casual it made me feel like I didn't exist. A thin-strapped, form-fitting top showed off Wen's sexy shoulders and full breasts, while her super-short denim shorts barely covered her underwear, revealing her long, flawless legs that made my heart race.
This figure didn't seem like that of a mother at all.
I was stunned, my eyes glued to her.
Vivian laughed and scolded, "What are you looking at? You're an old woman! What's so interesting?" I was as if hypnotized, blankly replying, "Vivian's figure doesn't look like that of a mother who's given birth at all!" Vivian flashed a charming smile: "It's nice to hear such praise from a young man, but unfortunately, I'm already married.
You should say these things to unmarried girls! It's a waste to say them to an old woman like me with children."
With that, she smiled and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack. Vivian came out of the kitchen carrying juice, but she accidentally tripped and fell—and of all places, she
just had to slip and fall right in front of me. Instinctively, I reached out my hands to prevent her from falling and to steady the plate.
Sure enough, the juice spilled, and I didn't manage to save Vivian.
The final result was that while my left hand cushioned the impact to prevent Vivian from landing directly on the ground, it ended up touching her buttocks squarely. My right hand was hit by a falling plate and cup, which prevented them from hitting Vivian, but the spilled juice still soaked my right hand and Vivian's chest. To make matters worse, after I used my right hand to shield her from the plate and cup, it naturally drooped down and touched Vivian's 34D breasts.
My first reaction wasn't the wonderful sensation of my hands touching Vivian's breasts and buttocks, which I had been longing for.
Instead, I felt regret for my incompetence; I hadn't done anything right.
Only then came the wonderful feeling.
And the embarrassment… Vivian and I were in such close physical contact, our faces involuntarily drawing even closer.
I was caught in a dilemma. I couldn't let go, but I also couldn't bear to give up that wonderful feeling. My hands even moved
slightly involuntarily. Vivian instinctively let out a moan.
That moan
threw all my remaining rationality to the winds. I just wanted to achieve absolute satisfaction of my senses.
My hands continued to knead, kneading Vivian's breasts and buttocks respectively, and my face came close to Vivian's face... I don't know if Vivian did it on purpose or was startled by the suddenness of the event, but she didn't resist at all. She just let out a moan of pleasure instinctively. When I kissed Vivian's lips, Vivian seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly tried to push me away.
But it was too late… A flame that has been ignited will not stop until it has burned everything it can; and once my lust is ignited, there is only one object to burn: Vivian before me… Although Vivian tried to push me away, her strength was ultimately no match for mine.
Vivian's body is sensitive; after I began my assault, I soon felt her body heat up, and her resistance grew weaker and weaker… I pushed Vivian down onto the carpet, kissing her cheeks, earlobes, and neck, occasionally touching her cherry lips.
At the same time, I caressed Vivian's large breasts through her spaghetti-strap top.
Between kisses, Vivian let out a soft moan: "Let go... I... I didn't say I was a midnight snack..." Her joking remark only fueled my laughter, and I kissed her even more frequently and intensely, holding onto her alluring cherry lips, not wanting her to have another chance to speak.
Vivian was indeed quite sensitive; after only a few touches, her body grew increasingly hot, and her nipples became erect and swollen. "Ah... you... if you don't... if you don't stop... stop... you'll... ah... you'll regret it..." Vivian struggled desperately between kisses, issuing this warning.
I didn't answer, but responded with an even more intense kiss and more forceful movements with my hands.
Regret? I'd only regret it if I stopped now! But, less than a minute later, I did regret it… Vivian was sensitive, and being an experienced married woman, her reaction was even stronger.
While I was still captivated by Vivian's sweet, pure petals, her incredibly soft breasts, and her erect, hot nipples, Vivian had already taken the initiative.
Vivian had turned passive into active, not only not resisting, but also passionately returning my kisses. Her previously struggling hands now embraced me, and she pressed her body even closer to me, beginning to sway rhythmically.
And her movements were incredibly skillful, her body swaying against mine. Each twist and turn created friction that fueled my desire even more. Compared to Vivian, a wife of many years, I was still just an inexperienced novice.
I, who had initially been the one initiating the attack, suddenly lost the initiative and became passive, even pinned down.
While it was undeniably embarrassing for a man, it was also tantamount to being served by her, which felt even more pleasurable.
Frankly, objectively speaking, in this situation, it's less that I raped Vivian, and more that she raped me.
Vivian's tongue moved gently in my mouth, while her right hand, through my pants, began stimulating my penis. I was wearing athletic pants that day, so the sensation was even more intense.
Although I was at a disadvantage, my hand didn't stop, pulling down her bra strap.
Wearing a spaghetti-strap top and a transparent bra, when Vivian's spaghetti-strap top was pulled down, her beautifully shaped and alluring breasts were immediately revealed before my eyes, making my heart and penis involuntarily beat faster.
Vivian's nipples were light brown. I pulled Vivian down harder, bringing her closer to me. I buried my face in Vivian's deep cleavage, inhaling her fragrance, while my hands kneaded each breast. Vivian's moans grew louder, and my right hand, which was playing with my penis, quickened its pace.
Besides licking between Vivian's breasts, my tongue also didn't miss her light brown nipples.
My fingers and mouth took turns servicing both nipples, and through our close body, I could feel Vivian's legs rubbing against each other, and her juices were already flowing out of her shorts.
I took off Vivian's skirt and saw a slightly small pair of red lace panties, already soaked with her juices.
I took off my clothes, and my erect, trembling penis was finally free from the constraints of my pants.
Vivian immediately moved her mouth forward and took my penis in.
She began to stroke it vigorously, her tongue like a nimble snake, gently yet effectively licking my penis from top to bottom. Vivian's
technique was excellent, providing pleasure without pushing me to the point of ejaculation.
Therefore, although I felt incredibly comfortable, I couldn't help but moan.
Yet, there was no sign of immediate ejaculation; I continued to enjoy it to the fullest.
I didn't want it to end there, so I gently pushed Vivian's head away. Vivian understood what I meant and didn't say anything. She lay on the carpet, spreading her legs, waiting for me to enter.
With her legs open, Vivian's entire secret garden was completely exposed, and her gently twitching clitoris seemed to beckon me. I guided my penis, aimed, and leaned forward, smoothly sliding into her vagina and joining my penis. Vivian had given birth, but her vagina wasn't loose; it was still tight and elastic, yet sensitive to touch. The fabric was already damp, so my entry wasn't too difficult, yet I could feel a tight, warm embrace. That comfortable feeling was unbearable, completely unleashing my desires. I stopped caring about technique and simply followed my most primal biological instincts, beginning to thrust violently. This violent thrusting caused Vivian to cry out and moan even more passionately.
Stimulated, I thrust even harder, pushing Vivian's legs up so I could penetrate even deeper.
Vivian cooperated by twisting her hips, giving my penis a different kind of pleasure inside her, making it even harder to control myself. Vivian's hands, which had been holding me, moved to my buttocks, stimulating them further, making it impossible for me to hold back
. I ejaculated completely inside her, which she accepted without question. After ejaculating inside her, when I tried to pull out, Vivian clung tightly to me, her legs clamping around me to prevent me from withdrawing immediately.
She kissed me passionately, her hands stimulating my back and buttocks. Stimulated by this, my softening penis twitched again, pounding inside Vivian, and surprisingly, it slowly became erect again, continuing its work of filling her vagina… That night, Vivian made me ejaculate three times.
Vivian only reached her first orgasm during my third ejaculation.
Vivian's body is sensitive and easily aroused, yet she could take so long to climax.
I truly understood what Vivian meant when she said I would regret it… After the orgasm, we fell asleep embracing on the carpet. When I got up, it was already past 3 AM. I had to go home eventually, so after getting dressed,
I kissed Vivian's beautiful sleeping face and rode my motorcycle home. Of course, I couldn't contact Vivian again. That passionate and dreamy night with Vivian could only remain a memory…
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