The slut was bold

That morning, as usual, I went to the nearby park for my morning exercise. After finishing, while stretching, I took out my phone, opened WeChat, and scanned the nearby people. A potential fish caught my eye (I usually only look at profile pictures, and a real profile picture of a mature woman is my first choice). A simple greeting, and thus began the unforgettable hookup I'm going to talk about today. Through a few words of flirting, I learned that the married woman had just gotten up and, as usual, opened WeChat. Seeing this, I got straight to the point. Opportunities are fleeting, and with my teasing, the married woman understood my intentions. She said she'd be downstairs in ten minutes; her husband had made plans to go hiking with someone. What a slut! Instantly, my wicked little sun rose within me. Without further ado, I asked for the address. I charged forward; the warm-up earlier really came in handy. When I arrived at the apartment complex she mentioned, it was a high-end development in our area. Now I'd hooked a rich woman—it seemed like a wonderful thing. At the door, following the pre-arranged code, the door opened a crack. No one was there. I peeked through the crack. The apartment was nicely decorated, a Nordic country style—my favorite. I didn't immediately go in; I stuck one foot in the crack, patiently watching for a reaction. Less than two seconds later, the woman behind the door couldn't hold back any longer and whispered… "Come in quickly. Judging from her voice, she's quite young. Seeing this, I won't make things difficult for her." I pushed the door open, and the woman behind the door was even more pleasing to the eye than in her WeChat profile picture. Her face didn't show much tension, and she was wearing simple pajamas. I closed the door behind me and, as usual, pinned her against the wall, my hands around her neck, and lowered my head to kiss her. At first, she was a little flustered. Afterwards, she said it was the first time she had felt like she had been forcibly kissed, and she was immediately soaking wet. That's the good thing about married women; no matter what they say, their bodies tell the truth. Because she was a married woman, I didn't choose to be very rough with her. Instead, I used the tricks of an older man seducing a woman, taking the initiative in terms of momentum but not immediately attacking. This strategy worked very well. After a short while, she began to beg for mercy in a low voice, "Brother, don't torture your sister like this. Everything your sister has is yours." Seeing her begging for mercy, I was even less in a hurry. Her man's journey wasn't going to be a short one. I slowly tormented this slut, my tongue gliding lightly near her earlobe, the heat in her nose... I breathed heavily on the lower edge of her earlobe, watching the change in her expression. I pressed my upper body against hers, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. One hand slowly slid down her neck, encircling her waist, and I pulled her close. With a soft "ooh," my tongue was already in her small mouth, my erect penis pressing against her crotch. I felt the baptism of a married woman's submission. Her tongue was very skillful, entwining with mine, occasionally sucking my saliva. Looking at her dazed eyes, I knew... When it was almost time, I pulled down her panties, turned her body around (I was wearing shorts), and pulled out my already rock-hard penis from the cuff. I spread her big buttocks and thrust in. Her buttocks were firm and nice. There wasn't much pubic hair, and the wetness had already made it lose its shape. It was so slippery that it slid right in. I forgot to mention that when I touched the wetness, I picked up my hand and smelled it. It had a faint scent, so she didn't have any gynecological problems, saving me the trouble of using a condom. I started using the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, calmly enjoying the married woman's body. Since I only like... I don't really care about the other person's breasts, so please don't nitpick. Big butt, straight and long legs, I can't resist. My fingers, sticky with her juices, I put them in her mouth so she could taste me. Listening to her moans, watching her body sway uncontrollably, this image kept replaying in my mind. Good times are always short. After half an hour of doggy style, I ejaculated inside her, of course without her consent, because I like this feeling. I pulled out abruptly, pressed her head down, and half-forced her to put my penis back in her mouth. Seeing her half-hearted resistance, my penis showed no signs of softening. Seeing there was no room for negotiation, she had no choice but to lick me. When we started kissing, I could already tell she was good at oral sex. It was her first time, and she still had a woman's unique reserve. Now that she had no choice, her oral sex was amazing. Such good technique, her own man definitely couldn't satisfy her. I won't go into details about the process. Writing it down today, this story will come to an end. [The End]

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