My Lake City sex partner

Jinan, a city half mountains and half lakes, boasts seventy-two springs, including Daming Lake, Thousand Buddha Mountain, and Baotu Spring. Daming Lake is also home to historical figures and stories like Xia Yuhe and Li Qingzhao, earning it the nickname "City of Springs." People living here sometimes feel overwhelmed by crowds, and sometimes feel lonely and desolate. My story begins amidst this mix of crowds and desolation
. The first story I'll tell takes place in 2015, a year of dramatic market fluctuations, leaving many investors devastated. I invested most of my savings, using a 1:1 leveraged investment, only to lose everything. My life suddenly felt hopeless. I had a car but no house, no partner, and my job was unstable. During this time, I stayed up very late, scrolling through a chat app. A woman who looked particularly mature but had a flirtatious look in her eyes caught my eye. Let's call her M. I say "flirty look" because of the nature of my work; I've seen countless people, and I can usually tell if a woman is an easy target just by looking at her. I chatted with her briefly and learned that she owns her own beauty studio in SQ City, in northern Jiangsu Province, and was attending a brand's annual meeting in Beijing. She even sent me a picture of her dress; she looked quite voluptuous, with good skin—just my type. I asked her age; she's three years older than me. In 2015, I was 27, in the prime of my youth, and I have a particular fondness for women in their 30s. As for why I like her, I'm sure you all know what I mean.
We chatted for another morning the next day. I learned she was free at the hotel that day and had masturbated after waking up, even showing me the clear, stringy residue on her hand.
Sure enough, I wasn't wrong; she's a slut. I sent her my photo. I wouldn't say I'm handsome, maybe a 7 or 8 out of 10, passable, and most importantly, I'm a good conversationalist—that's crucial. Soon, I uncovered another important piece of information: she was getting a divorce, and her husband was a deliveryman. This really puzzled me. A glamorous beauty, and her husband was a deliveryman (not to discriminate against deliverymen, just the contrast was too stark). As the conversation continued, I learned that her current husband wasn't her first wife either. She married him because she frequently delivered and received packages; she slept with one of the deliverymen, discovered his large penis and strong sexual function, and then married him… Later, due to income differences, differing spending habits, and other miscellaneous reasons, problems arose, and she had a daughter who was just over a year old. While we were flirting, she suddenly said, "If you come to Beijing now, I'll let you sleep with me." In a moment of impulse, I almost booked a high-speed train ticket, but then I thought, "No, what if it's a honey trap?" So I changed my tune, telling her I was short on time, and offered to send her flowers and ask her to stop in Jinan on her way back to northern Jiangsu, where I could show her around before heading back. After a moment's hesitation, she agreed.
Next came booking a hotel and arranging the itinerary. We booked a themed hotel near Furong Street in the city center, close to shopping areas, in a relatively quiet location.
When I picked her up at the train station, I noticed she was a little plumper than in the photos, about 163cm tall and 125kg. She was quite pretty, maybe an 8 out of 10. She was wearing ripped jeans and carrying a large backpack. I went over to chat and offered to take her bag, but she refused, insisting on carrying it herself. Holding her hand felt natural, and she didn't resist, letting me hold it for a while.
In the taxi to the hotel, I looked her over closely. Her skin was indeed beautiful, her makeup was perfect, her eyelids were surgically enhanced, and her nose was high and prominent, rising and falling with her breath, making me swallow hard a few times.
After settling into the hotel, we went out shopping. In the afternoon, we visited Daming Lake, and then had dinner along Furong Street, eating our way through the area. We had a great time. She seemed so innocent, laughing like a child, and later I realized she really did have a childlike temperament. We packed up some drunken crab claws and crayfish, and a few cans of beer. Back at the hotel, we both took separate showers. She wouldn't let me in to look, but she made me hand her a towel once. Seeing the purple lace she had on the sink, I immediately got an erection, but I remained calm. When she came out of the bathroom, her hair dripping wet, the towel barely covering her ample bosom. I pretended to help her dry her hair, but managed a few extra glances—she was indeed a stunner. I quickly went into the bathroom to rinse off, my penis already flushed with excitement. When I came out, it was incredibly embarrassing; the base of my erection was pushing against my bathrobe. She seemed to pretend not to notice, drinking beer and eating crab claws.
After we finished eating and drinking, we got ready for bed. She said, "Don't tease me." I said okay.
After we got into bed, she turned her back to me and pretended to be asleep. I immediately reached out and touched her calves and thighs; they were smooth as silk, without a trace of age. She groaned, "Don't move." Hearing this, I became even more excited. I reached up and peeled a piece of her bathrobe off her shoulders, starting to kiss her shoulders, the back of her neck, and her earlobes. She began to breathe rapidly, whimpering, "I told you not to bully me, you broke your promise." My blood was boiling, and I ignored her feeble pleas, using them as a catalyst. With a forceful pull, the entire bathrobe came off, revealing two enormous breasts. My nose almost bleeded; they were at least a D cup. I thought I'd struck gold. I turned her around and began to fondle her breasts. The pink areolas made it impossible to tell she was already a mother (later it was proven she had given birth to another). I greedily sucked, making slurping sounds. She started to moan softly, her legs twisting incessantly. Seeing this, I directly placed my right knee between her legs, preventing her from closing them. Her breathing became even more rapid, and her moans grew louder. I caressed and kissed her, my right hand sliding down her smooth thighs to her private area. Her thick pubic hair was already soaking wet, even overflowing, a sign of her arousal. I slowly probed inside with my fingers, the warm, slippery sensation almost making me ejaculate. She started crying out, "No, don't go in," but her body responded to the rhythm of my fingers.
Finally, I felt she was searching. Searching for what? Her penis. I forcefully spread her legs, gestured the position, and slid it in. She cried out even louder, it had become a moan, not a shout, "Such a big, long penis, fuck me to death!" So why should I hold back? After hundreds of rounds and several positions, I finished after 20 minutes, drenched in sweat. I must say, the experience with her was fantastic. The elasticity of her skin, the pressure, the level of her wetness, and the coordination of her expressions and voice were all perfect, like watching a 9.0 rated movie. Later she said that whenever she was in a room with a man, she would always be wet, regardless of whether they did sex or not. Her ex-husband called her a "sex machine." We did it again that night.
The next morning, she unexpectedly got her period, which was disappointing. But then she came up and pulled off my pajamas, actively playing with my penis. After a while, she started giving me oral sex. I must say, her oral skills were top-notch. The suction was incredible, with no teeth involved, and it seemed like she could take it all in, from my perineum to the glans. She licked every part of my penis, and it felt amazing. I'd never experienced anything like it before, and I've never felt anything like it since. It was truly unprecedented.
I went out and bought her sanitary napkins and birth control pills (a German brand, supposedly with beauty benefits). We ate something, and I drove her to the aquarium for a bit before dropping her off. I felt quite reluctant to part with her when I saw her off. Later, for various reasons, we never saw each other again, but I helped her twice. We're still in touch, though we no longer talk about these things. She's changed industries several times, each time facing setbacks. Now, seeing the photos she posts on WeChat Moments, she's still beautiful. I look forward to seeing her again someday.
[The End]

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