A young woman asked me out.

One afternoon, a young married woman texted me saying she was off the next day because of the nature of her work; no one could replace her except her boss, so it was difficult to get time off.
I agreed to meet her the following afternoon. At 3 PM the next day, I arrived at the agreed-upon place; the woman was already waiting downstairs. I quickly walked up to her, said nothing, and headed towards the hotel entrance, with her following closely. We reached the 14th floor, and she easily opened the door. She plopped down on the sofa, took off her coat, and I drew the curtains. I sat down beside her, put my arm around her waist—it felt nice. I hadn't really looked at her properly before; she had carefully applied makeup, with false eyelashes fluttering. She wore a low-cut V-neck bodysuit, a black wool mini-skirt, black leggings, and black knee-high boots. She smelled wonderful. I closed my eyes, leaned close to her ear, and took a deep breath. Oh, so fragrant. Time was short; I didn't have time to savor it further. "Have you taken a shower?" I asked her softly, "Um, did you shower at noon?" She replied, "What are you afraid of, speaking louder? Like you're doing something wrong?" I thought to myself (isn't that what we call "stealing someone's affections"?). I checked the time; it was already past 3:10. I got up, quickly took off my clothes, grabbed a piece of gum, went into the bathroom, and finished in 5 minutes. I came out wearing my underwear and sat next to her. She was still playing on her phone, perhaps to hide her shyness or her excitement? I didn't pay much attention; I had my pants off, why think about such things? I gave her a princess carry, and before she could speak, my hot lips sealed her sexy mouth. We started kissing
passionately. I put her on the edge of the bed, and she pulled away from my kiss, panting, "I was suffocating." I casually took off my boots and strode onto the bed. She snuggled close to me, and a passionate kiss had already dispelled her earlier frustration and dissatisfaction. I didn't rush to take off her clothes. I lowered my head and continued kissing her. She responded passionately. Then I left her lips and moved to her ear, my warm breath hitting her sensitive areas. I stuck out my tongue and sucked on her earlobe, making her groan and moan. She seemed to enjoy it. I stroked the inside of her thigh, which was covered by her leggings, with one hand while licking and kissing her neck. I used the tip of my tongue to explore the edge of her breasts from her neckline. Her breathing gradually quickened. I teased her genitals every now and then, then continued to stroke her buttocks or waist. Suddenly, she sat up and began to take off her top and skirt herself. She lay down naked, wearing only her leggings. Only then did I see her breasts. They were a B cup, not very firm anymore, slightly sagging. The areolas were about the size of walnuts, light brown, and the nipples were small—typical characteristics of a woman who had been intimate. I looked at her lower abdomen; there were no C-section scars, meaning she had a vaginal delivery. I wondered if her vagina had become more open after childbirth, but judging from her body shape and facial features, it shouldn't be too loose. I'll find out with my big cock later.
I glanced at my phone; it was getting late. I sped up the foreplay, getting up to remove her leggings, revealing her sexy black panties. It seemed she'd prepared them especially for me; they were spotless and smelled wonderful. I had her turn to the side, and while kneading her sexy buttocks, I licked and kissed her inner thighs like a hungry man. My penis was already erect. Just then, I remembered the guys in the group chat. With one hand still caressing her, I grabbed my phone, quickly opened the camera, and pressed the shutter. She seemed to sense something was wrong, turning to see me with my phone. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm taking a picture of my butt. It's so sexy. I'll keep it to look at when I miss you." She said no. Afraid she'd make me delete the photo, I immediately tossed it aside, caressing and kissing her all over, pulling down her panties, and attacking the edges of her sensitive areas. With a soft "oh," she forgot about the photo.
I took a shallow breath through my nose; there was a faint, musky scent of a woman's genitals, but no unpleasant odor. Then I brought my breath closer to her vulva and took a few deep breaths. It was truly invigorating—a hundred times better than the nasal and throat whiffs of princes and ministers back in the day! Haha. Confirming there was no odor, I began to lick. Lightly, gently, and gradually, from light to heavy, from the outside in, I unleashed my licking skills. The young woman's breathing quickened, her chest heaved like waves, and her moans grew louder. Suddenly, I kissed her labia deeply. She cried out a few times. I quickly asked what was wrong, if it hurt. "No, it's too uncomfortable," she said, blushing. "Do you like it or not?" I asked. "Yes, I like it, I want more," she replied.
That's about enough, I'm going to enjoy myself too. I lay down and gestured for her to lick my cock. I was worried she wouldn't agree, but she bent down and took my walnut-sized glans into her mouth. Oh, so good! (I groaned, haha). She held the base of my cock with one hand, half of it still sticking out. Ultimately, because my cock was so big, she couldn't fully penetrate me no matter how hard she tried, but she was already enjoying it immensely. She greedily swallowed and spit out my cock. I played with her pussy; her anus was very sexy. Her buttocks weren't big, but they were round, perky, and nicely shaped. I gestured for her to straddle my face, and she wiggled her hips and waist to make it happen.
She ate mine, I licked hers; the two wolves kept taking and satisfying themselves. Looking up, her anus was quite nice, dark red, and odorless. For a moment, I had the urge to lick her anus, but I suppressed it. I still had to maintain some decorum. After mutual teasing, hands, mouths, tongues, and eyes were no longer enough to satisfy each other; only real sex could satisfy us. I made her turn around and straddle me. She asked, "Where's the condom? Did you buy one?" I knew she was clean and healthy, so I casually said, "No, I didn't." "Don't worry, you can get pregnant and give me a daughter." The itching in her vagina had made her forget about all that. She lifted her buttocks, held my penis with one hand, and slowly sat down. It was indescribably amazing. I love the feeling of my penis just going in, slowly opening her vagina—it's so sensitive and satisfying. The head of my penis was clearly touching her clitoris. Judging from the length of my penis, her vagina was no more than 13 centimeters long. It started slowly, and she said, "It's so big, it feels so full." I asked, "Do you like it?" "Yes, I like it, it feels so good," she replied, her face full of satisfied shyness. Just then, my phone rang. I glanced at it; it was a colleague. I ignored it. They wouldn't want to interrupt my good time. She gradually increased her speed, but still dared not sit down forcefully. After a few minutes, she got a little tired, so I got up and naturally adopted a deep, intertwined position. We worked together, slapping and moaning loudly. "Ahhh, so good!" I quickly told her to be quiet, as the neighbors upstairs could hear. She seemed not to hear me and continued moaning.
I was sweating. "Lie down," she pleaded. "Okay," I replied, a single word full of tenderness and care. Without hesitation, I lifted her sexy legs, caressing and kissing them as I thrust into her. The classic, never-ending, Japanese-style gunfight began.
Slow insertion, deep thrusting, grinding, hooking, occasionally a few quick thrusts. She cried out a few times, but I slowed my pace, continuing the slow insertion, deep thrusting, grinding, hooking, occasionally a few quick thrusts. This repeated several times, keeping her heart and vagina tense, on the verge of climax, then falling back to earth. Before she could even catch her breath, she was on the verge of climax again. Having teased her enough, I began a full-scale assault, deepening my plan. I slapped her smooth buttocks hard, impacting her delicate, sensitive clitoris. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, covering her breasts with both hands, kneading and squeezing her poor nipples. Her cries grew louder, her body showing signs of climax. I took a deep breath, slap slap slap slap, ah... With a long cry, her abdomen and body involuntarily began to convulse in bliss. I knew she had climaxed. I didn't stop; at this moment, all a woman's attention was on her vagina, and continued convulsions could prolong the orgasmic pleasure.
She twisted her head back and forth, feeling uncomfortable, comfortable, and excited – something I've never experienced.
She felt a little better, so I had her bend over and penetrated her from behind—my favorite doggy style, haha. Aiming at her wet vaginal opening, I thrust in without hesitation. Then I pulled back a little, my body completely off her skin, only the front half of my penis inside her vagina, and began to thrust rapidly. I enjoyed the feeling, watching my penis thrust in and out of her pussy, waves of pleasure shooting through my glans. She seemed to be enjoying it too, and I didn't hear her moan. After a few minutes, I pressed myself against her, grabbed her arms, and pulled her body back. At that moment, she was like a pitiful little lamb, letting me have my way. As I thrust forward, I pulled her back forcefully, the unprecedented impact activating my super-electric hip mode. The slapping sounds were exceptionally crisp and loud, and the pleasure in my penis intensified with each wave. I could feel pre-ejaculate seeping from my urethra; I knew my orgasm was coming. I was thinking about fucking another man's wife, shooting into her uterus, and getting her pregnant. I ejaculated countless semen at high speed, ahhhhhh, so good (my climax), her screams could only be described as horrific, no different from a pig being slaughtered. Taking advantage of my semi-erect penis after ejaculating, I continued to enjoy the pleasure of her vaginal embrace and friction for a while. She collapsed weakly onto the bed, her vaginal fluids, blood, and semen mixed together flowing from her vaginal opening. It flowed onto the sheets. I was exhausted too, so I lay down, picked up some toilet paper, and handed it to her. She lazily wiped herself, and I closed my eyes, adjusting my breathing and savoring the experience.
I checked the time I missed the call when I had penetrated her, compared to the current time—35 minutes, it was already past four. She dragged her tired body; there was no time for further intimacy, she got up and went to the bathroom. After she came out, I quickly washed up, started getting dressed, checked that I hadn't forgotten anything, put the keys on the TV cabinet, locked the door, and left the place where we had just fought.

[The End]

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