Car sex in a dark dance hall with slutty girls

Living in this new first-tier city (CQ), I went to the legendary dark dance hall. Sitting in a dark corner, watching the men and women embracing on the dance floor, the men groping and the women rubbing against each other, each consuming their own desires, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. I no longer had to deal with work and social obligations; this place belonged only to desire and darkness. Having found no suitable target, I prepared to leave. As I reached the door, I saw a young woman hurrying in. Her delicate face and high breasts immediately caught my attention. After buying a ticket, this girl was hiding behind the door, boldly taking off her short-sleeved shirt and putting on the tight t-shirt she had brought. I saw her large breasts encased in a bra, and thought to myself, "Damn!" Another target. I followed her back to the dance floor and pushed her waist in. She turned around and saw it was me. Smiling, she said, "Were you staring at me while I was changing?" I smiled sheepishly and admitted I was attracted to her. Because she arrived late, the dance was almost over, and I'd already groped her, getting a feel for her size. After asking, I learned she was a 36F. I didn't want her to leave, so I asked her to have dinner with me. The dance hall was next to a shopping district. She said she rarely ate with others and asked if I minded bringing two of her friends. She said no problem, and the four of us had dinner together. After dinner, her two friends, who also danced, went back to the dance hall. She said she wanted to do some shopping before going home. We strolled around the shopping district and sat for a while in a secluded spot by a fountain. During that time, she started rubbing my breasts and touching my buttocks. As it got darker, I suggested we drive to a quieter place to chat. She hesitated for a long time, saying she only wanted to dance and wouldn't go to a hotel. Unable to resist my persistent pleading, she followed me to the hotel parking lot next door. My hotel was in a rather remote location, and the parking lot was almost empty. After parking, I went straight from the driver's seat to the back seat. As soon as I locked the door, she lost all restraint, picked me up, placed me on the seat, and pressed herself against me. After taking off her clothes, I saw her true face. She had large breasts and a full bottom. Then she took out a wet wipe from her small handbag and carefully wiped my penis, exclaiming in surprise that it was half again as long and thick as her husband's, and also very firm. I couldn't resist giving it oral sex. Judging by her skill, I really suspected she used to be a masseuse. First, she gave me oral sex, and I massaged her breasts (I'm a big breast fetishist, and a big reason I like her is because of her breasts), but because she had breastfed, her nipples were also quite large, though it didn't affect the feel. She took meticulous care of my penis, licking from the base all the way to the head, and back to my testicles, making me feel incredibly good. After a while, I had her lie down so I could take care of her. Because they were real breasts, they spread out a bit when she lay down, so I rubbed them together with both hands. His tongue rolled over her nipple, his teeth and tongue working together to suckle her breast, while his hand gently massaged her clitoris. Soon, she was gushing. He took the condom he'd prepared and put it on before inserting it. It was probably thicker and longer than her husband's, because it felt surprisingly tight inside. The first time, he was so excited, and the vigorous thrusting and the visual impact of her bulging breasts made him ejaculate after a few hundred strokes. They chatted for a bit; she rarely danced, but was here today on business, hoping to earn some extra money. She'd even picked out a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt in the underground mall. She'd been going through a divorce with her husband recently, so she hadn't done it in a long time, but couldn't resist his advances. After resting for a while and regaining her strength, the girl grabbed his penis again and started licking it. I got up, looked at those breasts, and with the touch of my penis, I immediately got hard. The second round involved various positions; I truly experienced the pleasure of a married woman: if you stand up, she kneels down, and if you kneel, she lies prone. The pleasure a married woman gives! Married woman, married woman, I felt like I was floating on clouds! Afterwards, we added each other on WeChat. On the way home, I sent her a large red envelope (a monetary gift), knowing that she wasn't after my looks, but something else entirely. We're still in contact; she's divorced but remarried. She sends me an emoji on WeChat, and when it's convenient, she replies, arranging a time and place, at least twice each time. Sometimes when it's inconvenient, she sends me seductive videos, or when she's on her period, we just have some breast-exploding sex, then take a shower and chat. [The End]

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