I love mature women

Huanhuan is a great place; I come here often. Although I'm 26 and still unmarried, my sex drive is always very strong. I want to have sex every day. I really like middle-aged women in their thirties and forties; they're mature, sexy, alluring, and provocative

—they have a real womanly charm. This is my first post, so please give me your feedback, ladies.

÷ I don't know why, but I always like women older than myself. I find them mature and attractive, and I always dream of having sex with a woman in her thirties or forties someday.
During that time, I didn't have much to do. I worked during the day, and after work, I was very free, usually spending time online. Back then, I didn't have any particularly formal purpose for going online. I'd basically read the news first, then play some games. Most of the time, I'd just have QQ open, go into a chat room, and leave a name there.
That's how I met her, online. My online name was "Waiting for the Tiger at Dusk."Her name was Yan Feidongxue (I'll call her Ayan from now on), 34 years old. Perhaps we shouldn't even be called online friends, because we only chatted for one night—all night long. Our subsequent

communication was via text message and phone call. But that night we talked a lot—our views, our lives, so much more. Because we were strangers, we talked very openly, which is probably one of the reasons why people generally enjoy online chatting.
Confucius said, "Food and sex are human nature," and our inner desires and curiosity naturally led us to talk about sex. Later, we exchanged information including our favorite sex positions, how to easily reach orgasm, what it feels like, and physical characteristics. It felt really great at the time; I was very curious, and my penis was constantly hard, soaking my underwear. When I was feeling uncomfortable down there, Ayan asked me, "Have you ever had sex online?" I became even more excited and said, "Of course I have!" Actually, I had only read articles online and seen

some chat logs attached to them. She then said, "I'm all wet, shall we try it?" So we started chatting back and forth. Those who have had online sex know that it's usually the man who types much more, because it's always the man who takes the initiative
. This seems to be true both in real life and online.
I opened some erotic novels I had saved on my computer, copied some text based on our progress, and sent it to her. Surprisingly, it matched our rhythm quite well, saving me a lot of trouble. Most importantly, I had time to use one hand to comfort my penis. She only sent moans, "I'm wet," and "I'm leaking fluid," along with some very short messages. I knew her hands were probably too busy, but I was already very satisfied. This allowed me to have many fantasies, and more importantly, I knew she would be happy.

Later, with my guidance, she was silent for a while, only sending simple monosyllabic words. After a while, she said she had orgasmed, and the cushion was very wet. I was truly satisfied, even though I hadn't come yet.
We exchanged phone numbers. Since her husband wasn't home, we could both hear each other's voices. Her voice was languid, and I thought it was because of our past relationship, which aroused my desire. We continued our lovemaking on the phone, and I ejaculated amidst her moans, feeling an intense surge. She also reached her second orgasm with my low growls.
Actually, our relationship developed later. Although we had already slept together online, neither of us suggested meeting in person. We exchanged texts and calls almost daily, but due to time constraints, we rarely met online anymore. During that month of phone calls and texts, we learned more about each other. She worked as a civil servant in a government agency, as did her husband, and they had a daughter in the second year of junior high school. I seemed to have become infatuated with Ayan's languid voice, and I could sense her underlying desire—a desire for unexpected passion, which was also what I longed for. I knew something was about to happen.
One night, she called me and said her husband was away on a business trip and her daughter was at her brother's house. We talked a lot that night, and she asked me: "Do you really want to sleep with me? Will you regret it?" I told her I liked mature women like her—sexy, intelligent, tolerant, and warm—and longed to be with her. She said, "Then come tomorrow!" We lived in the same city. Based on the address she gave me, I took an early bus to her apartment complex before dawn the next day. I called her, and she came out to meet me. She was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and a black skirt. She was about 162-163 cm tall, in her thirties, and had a wonderful presence. Perhaps she hadn't slept well, as her complexion wasn't great. When we got inside, I realized she hadn't slept all night either, lying on the sofa watching TV. Maybe she was nervous; neither of us spoke. I sat down next to her to watch TV, my heart pounding like a drum. She covered me with a blanket and asked me to come closer. Unable to suppress my passion, I placed my hand on her rounded shoulder. She didn't flinch. She exuded a faint fragrance, and her hair was still slightly damp. My heart raced. I lowered my head and gently kissed her neck. When my lips touched her smooth skin, my heart was completely intoxicated. Her breathing quickened, and she leaned against me. I turned her around, and after a brief glance, we embraced tightly.
I can't remember how we started kissing; I only remember my mind being a mess. I felt her lips were moist and soft, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth, her waist and back full and incredibly comfortable to the touch. I had never been kissed like that by a woman before. Holding her soft body, my penis was uncontrollably hard, pressing against my underwear, causing a slight ache in my lower abdomen.

We sat on the sofa, kissing, and my hand slipped under her clothes, wanting to touch those breasts I had longed for. She was wearing a thin bra, and I felt that soft flesh through the fabric.

She kissed me and said, "Come on, let me unbutton it." With that, she deftly unbuttoned her clothes and bra, and pulled it down. Her pair of snow-white breasts were presented before my eyes. She thrust them towards me and said, "Here

, touch them!" Her breasts weren't the large type, but because she was full-figured, the base of her breasts was large, round, and very attractive. Her nipples were small, like cherries, and strangely, not dark at all, but pink. The areolas were also small, quite beautiful.

I greedily touched and kissed them, constantly sucking and licking her nipples, while one hand fiercely grasped and caressed her other breast. Jing was also very excited; her face was flushed, and she let out moans. One hand grabbed my

erect and kept squeezing it.

My whole body felt like it was on fire; all I wanted to do was desperately kiss her, squeeze her, and caress her. Her body was so soft it felt boneless; I understood what it meant to be limp and boneless. Besides moaning, she kept returning my kisses and said in a trembling voice, "

I want to lie down."

We walked towards the bedroom, embracing each other. After I drew the curtains, I quickly stripped off my clothes and stood there, erect, watching Ah Yan undress. She carefully draped her clothes on the chair, then shamelessly unbuttoned her pants, took them off, and

draped them back down. Her legs were very white and full, clad in a small pink thong. When she took off her panties, her entire body was revealed before my eyes.
Ayan's skin was very white and smooth, with a plump bottom and a very full waist and abdomen. Every part of her body had rounded curves. Her mons pubis was very full, and sparse pubic hair could not cover her bulging vulva. Her thighs were quite thick, and

there was no Her knees were round, her calves were very well-proportioned, and her feet were also very delicate. In short, her body resembled that of a noblewoman in a classical European painting.

I stood there admiring her, and the look in my eyes was definitely one of wanting to devour her whole. Only then did she say to me with a little shyness, "After giving birth, my belly is a little loose." After saying that, she lay on the bed, spread her legs, and looked at me: "Come on

, get on top of me." At that moment, my eyes were burning with desire, and my body trembled slightly with excitement. I hurriedly climbed on top of her and pressed down on her snow-white and full body. Oh, how soft it was! My limbs were touching warm and smooth flesh, and the feeling was a bit like floating on clouds.

I kissed her nipples, shoulders, neck, and lips. She moaned comfortably with her eyes closed. Her moans were strange; they weren't soft, but rather a deep, guttural groan, like the howl of a female animal in heat: "Oh..."

"Oh..." Her eyes were glazed, she called my name as if crying and panting, her hands constantly stroking my back and chest.

My penis was rock hard, and somehow the head of my penis entered her wet and warm vagina. I felt like my penis was plunged into a hot, moist swamp, so soft, so slippery, so spacious, with

no resistance at all. I stirred and thrust wildly inside her, her full mons pubis like a thick cushion of flesh, letting me pound into her as I pleased. The pleasure was indescribable. She arched her back, crying out loudly, enjoying my thrusts.

This scene was so stimulating. I never imagined a woman would act like this during sex. Coupled with my nervousness, it felt like a dream, and I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. I was a little dumbfounded, feeling both regret and shame.

She seemed unaware that I had ejaculated, continuing to moan and writhe. Later, when she realized I wasn't moving, she opened her eyes and looked at me: "What happened? Did you come?" I nodded shyly.

She laughed, hugged my head, and kissed me: "Oh, you're so fast."

I said shamefully, "What should I do? You haven't had your fill yet." She hugged me tighter: "It's okay, I felt really good a few times just now, and I came too. Yours is really thick, bigger than my husband's."

I felt much more relaxed, so I hugged her and started caressing her. Since the passion and tension had passed, I could calmly observe and enjoy everything about this mature woman.

Ah Yan's skin was fair, and every part of her body was plump and rounded, soft and smooth to the touch. She told me that she had just taken a shower, which explained why I hadn't seen her. Her shoulders were beautiful, and her armpits were surprisingly hairless. I asked her if she had shaved them, and she said

that's how she was born. I then noticed that the body hair on her body was very fine, and her pubic hair was also sparse, barely covering her full mons pubis. Her vagina was pink and very tender, not like a woman who had given birth.

I fondled her full buttocks and said, "Your body is so soft, lying on it feels like lying on a cotton ball." She smiled and said, "You're just like my husband."

She told me that her husband was ten years older than her and kept a close eye on her, afraid that she would have an affair or run away. "Actually, I never had such thoughts, but after seeing you, especially the way you look at me, my heart was moved. I don't know why, but I just

wanted you to kiss me and hug me." She whispered in my ear.

"What kind of look do I have?" I asked with a smile.

"Like you want to devour me, and you don't hide it at all." She kissed me and said, "It feels so good to be kissed by you."

I noticed that Ayan was very good at embracing people. She pressed herself tightly against you, every inch of her skin intimately in contact with you. Her body was incredibly soft, like being wrapped in a ball of cotton, making it hard to part with her.

Her lower abdomen was full, her thighs slightly thick, and when they were together there wasn't a gap at all, not even her vagina was visible. Her full figure formed a Y-shape. Touching her plump flesh, it was warm, soft, and

smooth—the feel was wonderful. Her fingers were long and slender, her hands white and soft. She grabbed my penis and played with it, saying, "How come yours is so big? It was so thick just now!" As she spoke, she stuck out her tongue and licked my nipple, her soft hands rubbing my penis up and down. I

felt like an electric current was passing through me, my whole body tingling and itchy. I then realized that a man's nipples are also erogenous zones, and very sensitive

at that. Under her caresses, my penis immediately became hard, standing erect and proud. She smiled, "Still young, already so capable."

She lifted herself up, kissed my penis, then straddled me, guiding it downwards with her hand. I felt my penis suddenly enveloped by a soft, smooth mass of flesh. Her vagina was already wet;

I later discovered it was always wet. She said she would get wet just from my touch, and even a hug would make her wet. After swallowing my penis, she began to move up and down a couple of times. I placed my hands on her waist, thoroughly enjoying it. Suddenly,

she lay on top of me, her vagina beginning to thrust and squeeze my glans, faster and faster. Her hips arched, her vagina contracting and thrusting rhythmically and skillfully, with great power. Her moans grew louder, and

later her frequency increased, like she was doing strenuous work, panting heavily and making "woo-woo" sounds.

I was both amazed and excited. I had never experienced such wonderful sex before, nor had I ever seen a woman so wild in bed. I was even a little scared at the time. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and she was sweating profusely. Her two large, white breasts swayed incessantly before my

eyes . I never imagined that a woman who was usually quite reserved could be so wanton and unrestrained. The stimulation and surprise were indescribable.

Her vagina was like a mouth, constantly swallowing and caressing my penis. Later, I learned that she was also very skilled at oral sex. I realized that a woman could "fuck" a man like this, and make him feel so good.

Suddenly, her vagina contracted, and I clearly felt a warm sensation on the head of my penis. She hugged me tightly, gripping my penis tightly. I felt a tingling sensation, a dizzying rush to my head, and I gripped her plump buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting my penis

upwards with force, ejaculating. This time, we both reached orgasm simultaneously.

After the orgasm, she lay motionless on top of me, and I felt weak in all four limbs, numb below the knees. This was a pleasure and enjoyment from intercourse that I had never experienced before. We fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms... When we both woke up, it was already time for our afternoon shifts, so we got up and quickly washed up. While she was getting dressed, I kept touching her breasts, and she let me touch them until we were about to leave before buttoning her clothes. We hugged tightly and kissed goodbye. Her lips were soft, and her kissing was skillful, making my penis hard again...
We hugged each other again, Ayan's arms around my neck, her legs curled up and wrapped around my waist, and our lips met again. I held her like that, walking step by step to the bed and pressing her down.
Our eyes met again, Ayan hooked her arms around me from below, my hands supporting me on the bed under her shoulders, her eyes burning with desire.
I tenderly lowered my head and kissed her forehead, then kissed her nose and gently bit it, then looked at her again. Her slightly open eyes were hazy, and she said resentfully, "You're so bad!" After speaking, she pouted her rosy lips and leaned in. Her lips were moist and soft, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. Her waist and back were full and felt wonderful to the touch.

Holding her soft body, my little brother was already unable to hold back, hardening against her lower abdomen, causing a slight

ache .
I unbuttoned her shirt, and she cooperated by lifting her shoulders one by one so I could take off my clothes. I also took off my shirt and lifted her up, so that we were only separated by her bra. We embraced, pressed together, and

kissed. I kissed her earlobe, her chin, her neck, and then down to her exposed breasts. I stuck out my tongue, exploring the nipples at the edge of her bra. Her nipples were already hard, very elastic under my teasing tongue

. She held me tightly, her hands constantly rubbing my back, moaning and calling out repeatedly: Ah... Ah... He reached behind her to unhook her bra, but after fumbling around for a while, he couldn't find the clasp. She said

, "You're so clumsy." Then she bent down and gently moved in front of her; the bra opened, and her breasts popped out. She continued, "Silly boy!" I stared blankly at her breasts and said, "Hehe, I was studying your bra.
"i=40>Ah Yan was all warm, limp and sprawled in my arms, panting with her small mouth open. My little brother was painfully hard, so I unbuckled my belt, grabbed one of Ah Yan's hands, and guided it into my pants. "Ah---" Ah Yan cried out.

She greedily grabbed my little brother. I loosened Ayan's belt, and she arched her back so I could pull down her pants. Her black panties had lace, small and sexy. I caressed her warm, damp panties for a while before taking them off. Ayan's naked body was now before me.
Ayan's skin was so white and smooth, her pubic hair was not thick, and her mons pubis was plump. I parted her legs, her dark red labia were still closed, and glistening love fluid was already flowing from the lower part of her labia. I gently parted her labia, revealing

a tender red inside that was heartbreaking. I covered her with my entire left hand, my middle finger gently wriggling between her labia. Yue'er panted, moaned, and twisted, "Ah... um... ah..." My hand was already covered in her love fluid. I took my hand up, and

a transparent, sticky thread hung from my two fingers. I deliberately teased her and said: Ayan, look what this is? Her hazy eyes opened slightly, and she squeezed my waist between her legs. "Ah...you're so naughty." Her clitoris was very prominent, surrounded by a thin layer of tender flesh. I gently rubbed it with my wet fingers, and Ayan trembled all over. I could clearly feel her breathing become heavier, and her clitoris became even more erect. I heard her panting, "Ah...

ah...so good...you're touching me so well..." Feeling Ayan's pleasure, I became even more excited. I buried my head between her legs, and my tongue moved up and down between her labia, mingling with her love juice, making a popping sound. After a while, my nimble

tongue rotated and sucked on her erect clitoris. After rotating and teasing for a while, Ayan suddenly squeezed my head tightly, her waist arched upwards, her whole body trembling, her eyes tightly closed, and her small mouth open, just standing there.

I was squeezed like that for several seconds, and then she suddenly released me and let out a long sigh. I knew she had orgasmed. Seeing Ah Yan beneath me in such pleasure filled me with a profound sense of satisfaction.
My lips, glistening with her slippery love juice, I climbed on top of her and kissed her. She sucked and writhed, her love juice mingling with our saliva, and I could feel her immense enjoyment. Ah Yan's playful little hand slipped into my pants, grabbing my

throbbing member. I heard her urgent, muffled moan: "Come on, let's do it!"
Hearing her say that, my already engorged member grew even larger, no longer fitting in my pants. I quickly stripped myself naked, my erection hard, and thrust it directly into her. My large, dark glans rubbed up and

down her labia, deliberately teasing Ayan. I didn't penetrate her, just rubbed against her labia with her vaginal fluids, occasionally touching her protruding clitoris. Yue'er was getting impatient, accusing me of being naughty. She grabbed my slightly upturned buttocks with both hands

, pressing them hard against her body, her lower body responding by thrusting upwards, panting, "Mmm... please, come in... ah..."
Actually, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I stopped grinding and pressed against the entrance of her vagina, slowly beginning to thrust in. As soon as my glans entered, I felt how tight she was inside, completely unlike the other two women I had been with. Her vagina was unusually tight! I paused

and asked her, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head and said no, pressing my buttocks with both hands and shoving me inside. I felt my entire being enter a warm, smooth, and squeezing place. I slowly moved in and out, feeling this familiar

yet strange place respond to me, gripping and twisting... My heart felt so good! I thrust in and out, and Yue'er's expression didn't reveal whether she was in pain or enjoying it, but I knew it was the expression of a woman at the height of pleasure. I

worked even harder, thrusting forcefully, our lower bodies colliding and making "slap slap slap" sounds. She was so tight, and I was thrusting too passionately. Soon I felt a tingling sensation and a dizzying rush

. I thought, "Oh no, I have to slow down immediately," but the flood was too strong. In a flash, a thought struck me: I can't ejaculate inside, I don't want her to get pregnant. So, in the midst of intense thrusting, I suddenly pulled out, and the gushing semen sprayed onto

her breasts and lower abdomen.

Ayan asked me in my arms: "Do you like how tight I am?" I kissed Ayan on the forehead and said, "Of course I like it." Later, we took a shower together, and Ayan even gave me oral sex, which was a first for me. The whole afternoon, I...
My wife was forced into incestuous sex and screamed in agony. We did it three times, using various positions we liked, each time lasting longer than the last. Ah Yan probably had three or four orgasms. After the last time, we embraced and collapsed on the bed.
After that, we often secretly met up; no one else knew. It was our secret. We were very frank with each other. We could openly tell each other about the opposite sex we had been with. I knew she had two men, and she knew

I had three women. We cared for each other, and we loved to confide in each other about our emotional problems. We comforted and cared for each other, but it wasn't love; it was more like liking. For people over 30, having extra love isn't happiness

, but a burden! We didn't want that burden. I only did what we liked, what we loved to do. We agreed not to disrupt each other's lives. Perhaps the most accurate term for our relationship would be "sexually happy friends

."

I've always advocated safe, healthy, and natural sex. I never go to prostitutes; I think that's a waste of beautiful sex. I like the natural interaction that follows passionate encounters.
Huanhuan is a great place; I come here often. Although I'm 26 and still unmarried, my sex drive is always very strong. I want to have sex every day. I really like middle-aged women in their thirties and forties; they're mature, sexy, alluring, provocative,

and have a real womanly charm.
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