[Traces of Time (Original Content, Please Do Not Reproduce) (Part 2) (Part 3)] [To be Continued]

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When women are emotionally aroused, they often crave penetration, their vaginas feeling swollen and itchy. So, I always start with a burst of energy to quench their thirst first. (I recently read an article saying this approach is wrong; mature women need to be teased from the start before they feel pleasure, while younger girls should be thrust into immediately. It's probably a matter of opinion; I'll try it sometime.) This time was no different. As soon as I entered, I began rapid, deep, and forceful thrusting. Because of the force of my thrusts, I noticed her breasts bouncing up and down, her white flesh rolling. Looking at her expression, her eyes were languid, her face full of smiles, revealing a set of white teeth. She hadn't smiled like that since getting out of the car; only then did she completely relax. Seeing her so happy made me happy too. Sex is a two-way street; only when both partners are happy can it be a high-quality sex life, and a high-quality sex life also signifies a man's achievement. So I continued my assault. After about three minutes, her back arched back, still smiling. I thought she wanted me to kiss her, so I leaned down, and we kissed again. My penis began to slowly move in and out, one stroke at a time, angled downwards, as if sawing her open, the purpose being to squeeze her clitoris. At this moment, I could truly feel her vagina. Her vagina was looser than my wife's, which again confirmed the theory that the tightness of a woman's vagina is proportional to her height. Because she was a size larger than my wife, she was very wet; both of our pubic hair were already soaking wet. Her vaginal opening was positioned lower than my wife's. These factors meant that making love with her was much easier than with my wife, but the stimulation wasn't as intense. That was fine, though, as it allowed me to last longer. As I slowly thrust in and out, my chest rhythmically rubbed against her breasts. After a while, our mouths parted, and I began thrusting rapidly again. After a few thrusts, she wanted to kiss me again, so I slowed down. This repeated for about twenty minutes. I told her I was going to ejaculate. She didn't react, just hugged me slightly tighter. After another burst of thrusting, I ejaculated deeply inside her.

She tore off a piece of paper and covered her vaginal opening as I pulled out. I got up, wiped my penis, and lay down on the bed with her to rest. She was different from my wife. When we finished, she always rushed to the toilet to empty her semen, otherwise it would be a flood, with semen everywhere on the bed and her legs. A-Lian didn't have this problem; a little paper was enough to plug it up. I lay on my side, still playing with A-Lian's breasts. Neither of us said anything. After all, it was our first time doing it for real, and we were both a little reserved. I was afraid of upsetting her, so I didn't say anything. She probably didn't know what to say either. Actually, I had two questions I really wanted to ask her. One was that she hadn't said a word the whole time—did she not moan? My wife, while not screaming and yelling, had very soft and melodious moans. The second was whether she had an orgasm. This was very different from my wife's. My wife's orgasm symptoms were very obvious, such as hardened nipples, tensed legs, and a clear contraction in her vagina. A-Lian's nipples were erect the whole time, and she was all smiles the entire time. I didn't notice any of the other symptoms. Every woman is different, and that's why men always want to experience multiple women—at least that's their dream.

We were silent for a while, and slowly fell asleep. After about an hour, I woke up and found she was awake too. I kissed her for a while, but didn't do anything more. I knew she couldn't stay long. I asked her, "When are you going home?" She said, "I have to leave right away." I calculated the time; it would be around her workday when she got home, so I said, "Then go ahead! I won't stop you, lest your husband become suspicious. When will you come again?" She said, "I'll come when I have time!" I said, "Then come again next week when you're off work?" She said she wasn't sure, but she would come when she had time. When I saw her off, I said, "Let me text you when you arrive, I want to know you're safe." She nodded.

The following Saturday, she came again, and as usual, we had sex. But this time, it wasn't very successful. I don't know why, but I was very anxious from the start, and I couldn't control my emotions. I penetrated her before my penis was fully erect, and I ejaculated in about five minutes. My performance is often inconsistent; when I'm relaxed, I can last for over an hour, but when I'm anxious and tense, I ejaculate in just a few minutes, and my erection isn't even strong enough. I usually do well with my wife, but I tend to underperform with other women. This time, she was clearly not satisfied. After we finished, she kept squeezing my penis, but she didn't say anything. I thought that since she came, she wanted to have sex, so I should satisfy her. I said, "Let me sleep for a while; I'm a little tired." She kissed me for a while and then told me to sleep. She didn't sleep; she kept watching me from under the covers. I dozed off for about half an hour before waking up and looking at... She looked at me, and I touched her nipples while kissing her lips, then touched her genitals. There was a lot of fluid, probably my semen mixed with her vaginal fluid. It was strange that she hadn't gotten up, so it wasn't everywhere. My penis got hard again, though not quite at its best, but I could still thrust. So I went back to work, thrusting vigorously. The mixture of fluids gushed out of her vagina. Luckily, I had placed a towel under her buttocks. A sweet smile appeared on her face again, and soon I ejaculated again. After resting for a while, I got up to see her off. It started raining heavily, a downpour wouldn't be an exaggeration. There wasn't a soul on the road. We shared an umbrella. I looked around; no one was there. I stopped, hugged her, and kissed her passionately. She was surprised at first, but soon fully cooperated. This was the only time in my life I had ever kissed a woman in the pouring rain.

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