My sister-in-law's hunger and emptiness

My sister-in-law was lonely and yearning; the grass was always greener on the other side. My uncle had found another young woman outside, and they were living together in a rented apartment, leaving my aunt all alone. Last Sunday, her husband did come home, but he just threw a divorce agreement on the table and left. The divorce was another blow to her. Married for many years without having a child, she truly had unspeakable suffering. When I got home that day, I asked, "Auntie, where's my uncle?" She angrily replied, "He's dead! Don't bother asking about that bastard." Her face was ashen, like it was covered in frost, cold and icy. She had nowhere to put the aluminum basin in her hand, so she threw it with a thud onto the concrete floor, then plopped heavily onto the bed, grabbed a fan, and started fanning herself. I knew why she was like this, chuckled, picked up the basin, and put it aside. I said to her, "I'm not him, why are you taking your anger out on me?" Honestly. As the saying goes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative, and besides, she's my aunt, we live in the same courtyard, we know each other very well. Moreover, she watched me grow up, we're closer than family, so I didn't mind. Seeing her angry, I turned to leave. "Come back here!" Perhaps noticing the medicine box in my hand, her tone softened considerably. She sighed, leaned back, and threw herself onto the bed. Actually, I felt quite sorry for her. I would often buy her medicine and do whatever chores I could around the house. Maybe it was because we were so familiar, but she almost never hid herself from me. To use a popular phrase, she was often exposed. In her thirties, the peak of a woman's development, although her appearance was average, her figure was quite alluring. She was well-proportioned with defined curves. Whenever she was at home, she always liked to wear a men's vest. Her full, firm breasts and the outline of her upturned nipples were sometimes obvious and sometimes blurry, quite intriguing. The vest, which reached her upper thighs, could neither cover her bare legs nor hide her most private parts, so I often had the opportunity to catch a glimpse. Her thin nylon panties were only one layer and very narrow, barely able to contain her high, plump, and thickly haired vulva. Either most of her pubic hair was exposed, or the middle part of the panties was deeply embedded in her fleshy cleft. The swelling of her labia majora and the length and curling of her labia minora had caught my eye more than once, of course, when she was napping. Now, the old scene was repeated. Lying down, she seemed to deliberately spread her legs, and her vulva, taut by her panties, was facing me. Where my gaze lingered, through the thin nylon, I could vaguely see her pink labia squeezed together, and my heart couldn't help but pound. "Hey, dear auntie, is your back door all better yet? Do you need to put on some more ointment?" Back when she had hemorrhoids, the pain was unbearable, and I was the one who took her to the hospital. She only went once and never went back. The reason was simple: she was afraid people would see her private parts. She'd rather I help her change the dressing at home, as if I weren't a man. Although I'm only seventeen this year, I'm a grown man, what don't I know? She didn't explicitly say it, but in reality, she gave me one opportunity after another to feast my eyes. "Is the gate locked?" she asked instead of answering. "Of course, it's just the two of us in this yard. Have you ever seen me come in or go out without locking the gate? Didn't you tell me, 'It's not the thief you should be afraid of, it's the one eyeing you'?" Since my mother's workplace allocated them apartments, they all moved upstairs, and these two rooms here naturally became mine. Officially, they were for my future wedding, but I'm playful and don't like being tied down, so how could I not be happy? Of course, I also had my own plans. My aunt was one of my top choices. She was so alluring; her seemingly unintentional yet deliberate exposure often stirred my fantasies. I felt I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't win her over, especially since I knew perfectly well what she wanted. "Alright then, I'll have to trouble you again. I just finished showering, could you check if I'm better? It hasn't hurt or itched for the past few days." With that, she turned to the side, lifted her tank top, and her large buttocks protruded. "So lazy, can't you take your own pants off? And you made me… Luckily there's no one else around, otherwise it'd look like we'd done something." To have an affair, you have to use your wits. I couldn't be too direct, but I had to get the gist out of her. This was a trial balloon, testing her reaction. Every time I changed her dressing, she acted like this. Not only did she not treat me like an outsider, but she didn't mind how much I pulled my pants down or even completely. It was entirely up to her. She didn't care about being exposed at all. I reckon anyone would be happy to help with this, but such opportunities are rare and hard to come by. It's not that I'm particularly lucky; a woman willing to expose her genitals speaks volumes. If you say she attracted me, it's not an exaggeration. She's desperately seeking attention, not immorally, but desperately seeking affection… She slightly lifted her buttocks, letting me pull down her underwear, then with a twist of her waist, her large, white buttocks, almost too big to encircle, were raised, her legs spread wide. Completely exposed, absolutely completely exposed! The pubic hair on either side of her labia majora was fine and soft, while the patch of pubic hair surrounding her pubic bone was thick, black, and glossy. Her clitoris, occupying half the space, was already erect, almost as long as half a cigarette, the glans white and round. Most adorable were the two labia minora, swollen and pink with engorgement, stuck together. They possessed a captivatingly soft and alluring fleshy color; if stretched straight, they would surely be at least three inches long. It's rare to see a woman with such thick, fleshy labia. It's not that I'm ignorant; I've seen many women's vulvas, but I've never had the chance to witness such exceptionally large labia. Only here can I feast my eyes. Strangely, a corner of a handkerchief is peeking out from the vaginal opening. After a moment's thought, I understood. You see, even I, a young woman, am quite knowledgeable about female anatomy. While a normal vagina is moist and doesn't need wiping, it's different when a woman is aroused; the stimulation produces a particularly abundant amount of vaginal fluid. I guessed she had most likely been masturbating earlier. That's right. Otherwise, why would she have a handkerchief? Vaginal fluid is what lubricates the penis. Looks like I'll have a chance today. My long-held dream is about to become a reality; my heart is pounding. Just then, my aunt, who was leaning down, laughed. I knew why she suddenly laughed. It was simple: my pants were already bulging. It was a conditioned reflex, a normal physiological reaction. How could my penis not get excited when it saw a place it liked? She saw it, and I couldn't do anything about it. My penis wouldn't obey. Regardless of how far our relationship could develop, she could enjoy herself, but the medication still needed to be administered. However, while admiring her plump, mature vulva and helping her, I was even happier than she was. So what if her disobedient penis was hard? It was a perfect analogy. She beckoned to me with her exposed, plump vulva, and I used my pants to cover my penis, issuing an invisible challenge. Let's see who gives in first. Picking up a cotton swab, I pretended to lie on her smooth, large buttocks, gently parting her tight anus, using the cotton swab to push aside the slightly obstructive polyp, tentatively inserting it. Looking at the labia, poking at the anus—it was a rare kind of enjoyment. We probably both understood each other implicitly. The cotton swab probed her anus slightly, immediately triggering her instinctive reaction. Her anus contracted and expanded, causing her vaginal opening to arch repeatedly. Even more damn alluring! I couldn't help but instinctively press closer to her. I dared not touch her without permission, but my erect penis was unconsciously drawing near her face. It was obvious that my erect penis had created a considerable gap in her loose shorts; she could definitely see my unusually large member. Attraction itself is temptation! "Hey, was that girl who came back with you the other day your girlfriend? I saw her; she's alright, quite pretty." "Don't guess. She's the secretary of our unit's Youth League branch. What's the use of being pretty? She's already taken; it's none of my business. Besides, she's several years older than me." I said, while bringing my nose close to her vulva, pretending to examine her closely. Actually, I wanted to smell her... something. "Oh, you're in such a hurry? I'll introduce you to someone tomorrow, how about it?" A familiar scent wafted over. It was familiar because this faint yet incredibly alluring scent could only be detected from a woman. I thought she was over thirty and might not be so sensual. But to my surprise, she was completely different, and I became even more excited. I tossed aside the cotton swab and used my finger, slowly inserting it into her anus, exploring and probing. I'd forgotten I was supposed to apply the medicine; I was preoccupied with playing. My other hand wasn't idle either; I grabbed a handkerchief and started pulling it out. I thought to myself: Far? Oh? Leftovers? Searching her anus? Most realistic. "What, you don't want to? Hey, don't pull, it's too wet inside." Her tone was like a wife to her husband. It seemed like I wouldn't mind touching her labia or sticking my finger in for a quick pleasure. In a flash, just as the half-soaked handkerchief was about to completely slip out of my vagina, her hand reached out, grabbed my underwear, and pulled it down. "You naughty boy, always meddling in women's business. Fine, help me wipe myself down then. Don't pretend to be so prim and proper, you take yours off too. I know you really want to see there, right? Fine, then pull it down and take a good look. It's not like it's the first time. Hey, after you've seen it, you'd better tell me properly, oh my god, you...""How come this kid's penis is so big?" Her words were like a royal decree to me! A single sentence sealed my fate, not only making things clear but also allowing me to do as I pleased. My lower body tightened, and she gripped my penis firmly in her hand. With a thud, she slumped onto the bed. A gesture that seemed both dodging and inviting, she held onto my penis tightly, her gaze gentle and tender, everything unspoken. Truly, silence spoke louder than words. As she slowly spread her legs, her other hand lifted her vest. Almost naked, almost completely exposed, she was practically stripping off her vest completely. Everything about her was laid bare before my eyes. What did it mean? Need I explain? Lust doesn't need to entice people; she had already made a call, and I was a young man full of vigor. I pounced, without hesitation! I grabbed her plump, firm breasts, taking her round, rosy nipples into my mouth, greedily sucking and biting, pressing her beneath me. She was laughing, laughing so happily, and laughing so touchingly. "I knew this day would come for us, mother and son. You've been thinking about me for a while now, haven't you? Silly thing, why didn't you say so sooner? You only dared to do it after I told you. Honestly, you know I can't sleep soundly when no one's around. Look how hard it is, you've been holding back, haven't you? Well then, let's go, let your auntie let you fuck me, let's both release our pent-up desire, ah." These words were even more pleasing to the ear! Actually, I couldn't wait any longer. She finally let go. I was anxious and sucked on her hard nipple, and immediately thrust down. Perhaps I was too hasty, because the first thrust wasn't aimed correctly, hitting her clitoris, and then sliding upwards, the glans nestled into the thick pubic hair. "Ah..." a soft moan. I don't know if it hurt her or itched her, but her hand reached down again. With a slight adjustment, she helped to part her labia and guide the glans into her vaginal opening. Working in perfect harmony, the stiff penis instantly slid in. Women love big penises; the bigger the better, and they're always happy to have one. Young girls like them too, though they're often a little hesitant at first. The difference is simple. But for the man enjoying it, the feeling is completely different. With a young woman, you have to be gentle, tentatively pushing in until she's comfortable with your unique thickness and length, then you can truly enjoy yourself. With a mature woman, especially one who's particularly sexually active, you don't need to worry about hurting her; you can go all out. This is based on experience, not nonsense. Because I knew perfectly well that my aunt was a woman with an intense, almost obsessive, desire for sex. It went all the way in in one go! She didn't flinch; instead, she arched her hips to meet it, so the penis entered her body very smoothly. Just as the base of my penis met her soft labia, her vaginal opening contracted sharply from the outside in, like a gripping, locking, sucking, or a fleshy clamp, followed by a wave-like undulation of her body. It was simply divine. "Do you want it?" I asked eagerly, holding her close. "No, let's play a little longer, then I'll want it. You, you have to make me feel good first, or else, or I won't let you off the hook." Her breathing was already rapid, and she pleaded with me in a coquettish tone, as if she had regained her youth in the blink of an eye, her eyes fixed on me. Our eyes met, so close, our hearts in perfect harmony, as if we were speaking in unison. We hugged tightly, our lips glued together. Our lips met, and she was the first to stick her tongue out. She was even more eager for a kiss than I was. She kicked off the bed with her legs, thrusting her hips upward to meet me, twisting and turning incessantly. In terms of experience, she was undoubtedly the best. The attraction and temptation were so immense that I didn't have time to think. With a burst of energy, I savored her long, soft tongue, my enthusiasm undiminished. Slow yet powerful, I pressed on relentlessly! My glans seemed to have passed her cervix, yet a little remained. No matter how tightly she clenched, she couldn't withstand my powerful assault! The tremors, initially hazy, gradually became clear in an extremely short time. She moaned, her body tensing. She'd already reached her peak of arousal so quickly, it was almost too fast. "Faster, faster, move! I can't take it anymore, ah..." Her fingers spread wide, digging hard into my back muscles. Indeed, she was aroused! Time was of the essence. I withdrew my penis and thrust it in again forcefully. Her vulva was exposed, perfect for free entry and exit. I didn't know how long she'd been holding back. But her eagerness was clear from her expressions and actions; she wouldn't let me off until she was completely satisfied. Her abundant vaginal fluids quickly moistened my penis with each thrust, and the squelching sounds of the water only fueled her lust. "Good son, no, good husband, fuck me, yes, just like that, I'm your wife now, it's only right to fuck your wife, your big cock is so big, don't leave tonight, sleep with me, fuck me all night, ah..." "Pah, dream on, don't push your luck. You want to drain me dry with your big pubic hair? No way. I won't do it." She spoke ironically, her words insincere. My thrusting speed suddenly increased, one after another, the sounds of water and impact mingling together, further urging me to gallop on! "You wouldn't take me as your wife? Where else in the world can you find such a good deal? You have to take it whether you like it or not. You've already slept with me, so you have no choice now. You're holding back and feeling uncomfortable, and so am I. I'm not lying to you. As soon as I get home from work, I feel itchy and swollen, I really want to be fucked. Meeting you is my good fortune. I know you really enjoy it, right? We'll talk about it later, hurry up, hurry up, I'm begging you, it's so good, oh my god, fuck, it's getting intense again, going all the way in..." (Her words are from a website, likely a porn site.)The website, "Everyday Comprehensive Network, Everyday Doing, Everyday Receiving," is fast and direct, without any pretense. Just like her, naked. Actually, even without her saying anything, I realized that my second orgasm was coming. My vagina experienced spasmodic contractions, extremely irregular. It was completely different from the feeling of deliberately clenching. She was extremely excited, and I was even more excited. "I, I can't hold back either, here you go, take it." "Good baby, good husband, I want it, give it all to me, don't leave any." Obviously, she also realized that I was about to ejaculate, and hurriedly hugged me tightly, using all her strength to lift her buttocks, using her extremely soft, hot, and wet flesh to chase and meet each stronger and more powerful thrust, impact! If you can endure it, endure it; if you can't, let it go. This is how you should indulge in enjoyment. Holding on tightly, sticking firmly, one wave, two waves... The release caused by the impulse was like a burst dam, my soul flew to the sky, and so did hers. The unique tingling sensation quickly spread throughout my body, so pleasurable. My aunt, both excited and nervous, kept sticking out her tongue and thrusting it into my panting mouth, as if afraid I wasn't having enough fun. Her burning vagina was also contracting and expanding incessantly. A woman's unique maturity was on full display at this moment. She was more skilled, prioritizing me over her own satisfaction—truly admirable and touching. Perhaps this is the unique quality of a woman who knows how to be a woman. Once you've enjoyed her, you can't help but feel willing to do anything for her. "Was it fun? Did you enjoy it? Don't pull out yet, leave it a little longer." Her gentle and considerate questioning and comforting words, along with her soft tongue entering my mouth, felt like a warm current flowing into my heart. While touching, it also reminded me. "No, let's hurry and wash up, I'm afraid that if…" Before I could finish speaking, her thick, sexy lips silenced me, her tongue darting in again, stirring with a persuasive gesture. No words were needed, but a passionate kiss was enough to leave me speechless. Still brimming with desire, I held her tighter, returning the favor with haphazard sucking and licking. The exquisite pleasure, so fleeting, was all the more unforgettable and lingering. A sweet kiss was undoubtedly the best compensation. Everyone knows how alluring sex can be, especially when both parties are in love; it's harder to resist than for couples deeply in love. As I kissed her, I grasped and kneaded her incredibly fleshy breasts, while her hands roamed over every place she could reach. The second round felt like just the beginning. Instinct made me acutely aware that she wanted more. If she wanted more, I'd give it to her, no problem. It's just that she was too sticky down there; I couldn't continue without washing. Kissing her, I lifted her up by the waist. Her arms encircled her neck, and she, almost boneless, relaxed completely, letting me lift her by her buttocks. Her half-open eyes were still filled with a captivating sweet smile. Utterly submissive. "You, you're so young but so cunning. Are you worried about getting me pregnant? That's unnecessary. If I could get pregnant, your deadbeat uncle would have conceived long ago after all these years. Don't worry, it's alright. This wretched belly of mine will probably never get pregnant. My period only comes every two or three months, and the flow is so light. I've been to the hospital so many times, and the doctors all say it's impossible. I've given up hope. Even if your penis is big enough, it won't work in my uterus. Don't worry." Having gone through it all, there were no more taboos. She'd called me "good husband" and "dear husband" countless times; what did it matter if she poured out her heart? She meant she wanted me to understand her better. "You're just guessing. I wasn't even thinking about that. What I was thinking was, after washing it clean, I wanted to really enjoy the taste of that place—so plump, so soft, with so much hair, especially those two labia. I've been wanting to eat them for ages. Besides, you have to suck my cock a little, make it hard so I can keep going, right? I can tell you haven't really had your fill yet. I'm going all out today, but let me be clear: don't complain later that I'm too greedy and won't stop." She was giving me a piece of her mind. Even if she guessed right, I couldn't admit it. There was always something to say, always something to deal with. "Fine then, let me see just how capable you are. You have her all to yourself, so you can do whatever you want with her. I'll do whatever you want." Women probably all say things like that at this point, and I wasn't wrong. Diligence is a woman's duty, and my aunt is a prime example of a diligent woman. They were embracing intimately, but once inside the bathroom, which also served as a shower, she jumped down and busied herself preparing everything for the bath. A man and woman bathing together is called a "couple's bath." Most families don't have this convenience, and even if they did, married couples might not feel the same intense attraction to each other. The bedroom activities are already done; why repeat them here? Physical strength and mindset are other reasons as well. Lovers are different. There's always a fresh and mysterious allure between lovers. If you've ever had a similar experience, recall the moments you shared, and you'll understand the truth of this saying—the ultimate pleasure is an affair. The bright light streaming in illuminated the bathroom, which could easily accommodate four or five people showering at once, making for excellent visibility. Watching her bustling about, I couldn't help but widen my eyes. It was time to feast my eyes, to fully appreciate the natural beauty of a woman, carefree and completely naked, oblivious to her surroundings. Her breasts, split open in a V-shape, had nipples that seemed defiantly upturned due to their fullness and sagging, swaying slightly but alluringly. Her taut, fair skin, bathed in bright light, shone with a rosy glow, almost translucent, as if telling me that her youth hadn't faded, that she still possessed vibrant energy and charm. Indeed, having never given birth, her figure was remarkably well-maintained; coupled with a beautiful face, she would undoubtedly be a stunning beauty. As I turned on the tap, our eyes met. She stood before me, her breasts trembling slightly. "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough? Shameless, so greedy. Where else do you want to see?" Her smiling face, her beautiful figure, her alluring breasts, her seductive question, and the way she reached for my still-erect penis—all of these instantly rekindled my passion. He slipped his hand between her legs, not pushing it into her vagina, but firmly grasping that soft flesh in his palm and gently tugging at it, while his other hand pinched and played with one of her nipples. "I want to see everything, I can't get enough of it. I'd love to see you even more if you were all spread up or completely exposed, I could look at you a hundred times." "If you like what you see today, or what you see tomorrow, I'd be happy to let you see it. But can you promise it will be like this every day from now on?" Desire is insatiable; her question was very practical, and there was something else she didn't say, which I understood. "Even if you wanted me to not like it, it wouldn't be possible. Anyway, it's not even the hottest part of summer yet, and it's so hot. As long as we're together, until it gets cold, I hope you'll always be naked like this, it's convenient. Okay?" A direct answer would seem naive and lacking in romance. Saying it this way was much better. "Well, I have one condition: it can't stay outside when it's hard. I want you to be at your best for the next few years, every single year counts. Until you find a wife, you're mine. I'll also help you hone this skill, make it longer and thicker, okay?" "Then I'll have three legs!" Her meaning couldn't be clearer; it seemed she thought my penis wasn't big enough and wanted to make it even longer. At this moment, her hand was only holding the glans; two-thirds of the corpora cavernosa were not yet erect. If it were hard, it would definitely be over seven inches. I really didn't know how deep her vagina was. "You're right, three-legged men are hard to find anyway. Whoever finds one is lucky, it's destiny. Let me tell you, no woman complains about its size. Except for virgins, anyway, women all like it as big as possible. When you put it in me just now, it really got really strong as soon as it hit the head, really. I don't know about others, but I know myself, and I won't lie to you, I can't live without it for a day. You're still young, still growing, especially this treasure, the more you use it, the better it works. What's wrong with it being a little longer? If you meet a horny guy, wouldn't you be even more suitable?" As she spoke, she rubbed it, and involuntarily spread her legs, pulling the glans towards her vagina. I had no choice but to let go and let her do as she pleased. In sexual situations, the more proactive the woman is, the more interesting it is. Just try it yourself. If you don't initiate, you can maintain some restraint. But if she does, nine times out of ten you'll lose control, especially the resonance that occurs the moment your penis is about to enter her, often making you involuntarily respond to her needs. "Hey, it can still get hard, right? This drain has been clogged for days, help me clear it completely, ah. I'll bend over and do it from behind, that way it goes in deeper. We're already like this, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about, right? Come on, let me treat you, I'll make you something delicious later." Rear-entry is much less strenuous than push-ups. She bent over, sticking out her big white buttocks and spreading her labia. I easily inserted my penis, hooking my hips and thrusting back and forth a few times, and my limp penis began to stretch. I can't be proactive; my penis gets hard with just one thrust. She probably doesn't yet understand the capabilities of a novice like me. The first time we have sex, we're often eager for a quick and satisfying ejaculation, which is really like unloading a burden. The second time is when the real process begins. It's impossible to calculate the duration..."I'll stop when I'm satisfied. You might not believe my standards, but I won't stop until my labia are swollen, my vagina is thoroughly dried, and I've worn her out completely. I can only sleep after I've had my fill; otherwise, I'll be up all night. Having sex while showering is quite a novel experience. No need to worry about sweating; the water not only acts as lubricant but also cools me down, which is quite comfortable. 'Oh my god, it gets hard so quickly. It's reached the end again. Good, really good! It's not just a joke; it feels much better than using something to push it in. Ouch, ouch,' she cried out again. Little did she know that saying too much would be a mistake, and this sentence gave her away. 'Tell me quickly, what things have you used to push it in?' With no one to serve her, using objects is the most helpless choice for a lonely woman. Since she let slip the secret, it undoubtedly gave me a wake-up call." "Stop asking, just go for it. We've tried almost everything we can." "No, tell me in detail, I'll have to try it too. Let me make room for you to suck on my cock, I'll play with Mi, won't you get excited faster then? Right?" My mind was particularly sharp at that moment. Before she even finished speaking, I could already think of several ways to deal with her, starting with the most direct one that appealed to her. She turned her face to look at me from the sink counter, happily swaying her hips while biting her lip and remaining silent. She wouldn't tell me, but I had my own methods. I pulled my hard cock out of her wet vagina, shortening the thrusting distance, only letting the glans enter and exit the vaginal opening without pushing it in, teasing her. This trick worked. After only a few slow thrusts, she was done. "No, no, don't do that, just put it all the way in! Playing like this is making me anxious. You just want to know how I relieve this discomfort, right? I'll tell you, okay? Hurry up and put it in. What? You're my husband now, be gentle with me, ah, be gentle on my flesh, ah." She was unrestrained, without any inhibitions, daring to say even the most cheesy things, and even throwing in a bit of coquetry. Eager to know what would happen next, I thrust my penis deep inside again. "You're so naughty, just wait and see how I deal with you. Hey, don't you know what I have in this house? Anything that's similar to your penis. For example, there are carrots, cucumbers, long eggplants in the dishes, things like long-necked floral water bottles, and those new sausages. You have to find a way when you're stuck, otherwise it's so uncomfortable. You have a penis, of course you can't understand the burning, fiery feeling of a woman. At worst, you can have a dream, have sex, and then it'll be over. I can't do that, and..." "Yeah, I'll make sure I'm all sweaty. Sometimes I'm so craving a big cock that I scratch my head and cheeks, and when I'm really desperate, I'll pinch it to relieve the itch. When we first got married, my labia weren't this big, so I'd pinch them myself, and they'd get longer and longer. Sigh, nothing beats a cock for relieving that feeling, that thrill. Hey. I've told you everything, so don't laugh at me, okay? Anyway, that's just how I am. Anything else you want to ask? Oh dear, I'm getting carried away again." She opened up completely, telling me everything. We were one, inseparable, with no distinction of age, all equal. A series of thumping sounds filled the air as my magnificent cock plunged into her vagina without hesitation, making her eyes widen and nod repeatedly in pleasure. She wasn't afraid of getting tired from sticking her ass up for the thrill; she was amazing! Damn, it really felt good. The only drawback was that we couldn't kiss, and to touch her breasts, we had to bend over. That would affect the intense, deep thrusting, making it less enjoyable than lying in bed. "Ah...ho...little grandpa...don't let up..." She got excited again, her buttocks bobbing up and down, moaning and groaning...the harder the thrusts, the deeper they went, she radiated pleasure with a little sunshine. The irregular contractions and intermittent, spasmodic spasms inside and outside her vagina were like adding fuel to the fire; this clear and intense pleasure was truly rare. Was it simple? No, not at all. We were both completely absorbed, almost forgetting everything, striving desperately, responding with all our might, perfectly in sync. Suddenly, she lifted one leg and turned to the side. "Hold me, good husband, you, you'll fuck your wife to death, ah." Even when she was almost out of control, she still had the mind to change positions. Goodness! Well, holding her leg didn't affect the thrusting. Side thrusting didn't matter. Her body trembled more violently, and her breathing became more rapid. Clearly, an intense, exhilarating pleasure had arrived. Who cares how many times she'd experienced it? She probably couldn't even say. She was only concerned with the most intense, pleasurable sensation before her.

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