Sexual desires with rich women

Of all the women I've had sexual
encounters with, the most unforgettable was a 47-year-old mature woman. Her voluptuous body, plump labia, large breasts, and especially her juicy vulva—it was like a miniature water pump. With just a little caress, the pump would immediately start working, and her juices would flow endlessly from my hand or my penis. Every time we made love in a hotel, we had to prepare at least two blankets to place under us. Even so, after each encounter, her juices would soak the sheets through the blankets. To this day, I still don't know where she got so much juice. But I was lucky to have met such a slut.
When I first met her online, she was always very proactive, constantly sending me dirty jokes and teasing me, asking about the size of my penis and my sexual prowess. So I didn't believe she was a woman and didn't pay much attention. Later, she got impatient, asked for my phone number, and called. Her voice on the phone was quite sexy, sweet and coquettish, not at all like a 47-year-old; she sounded more like a 20-something-year-old girl. After learning she was a woman, I became interested. She was so proactive; how could I be bad? We started chatting online, getting straight to the point. After a week, she said she couldn't take it anymore. Every time we chatted, she'd get incredibly wet, her vagina would itch, and she desperately wanted a big cock inside. She begged me to come over and satisfy her sexual frustration. It turned out that although she had a husband, he only cared about his own pleasure. He'd spread her legs and penetrate her, usually ejaculating after two minutes. Women hate men like that; every time she just started to feel something, her husband would ejaculate. She was very distressed. Knowing this, I naturally decided to step in and solve her problem immediately—it was our inescapable responsibility! Otherwise, how could my brothers give me the nickname "Friend of Women"?
She lived in a city not far from mine, and I happened to be free at the time, so without hesitation, after contacting her over the phone and getting her address, I set off that day. A few hours later, I checked into a local hotel and gave her my room number. After waiting for over half an hour, just as I was starting to doubt if I'd been scammed, the doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, I saw a mature, middle-aged woman standing outside. I knew it had to be her. After inviting her in, we felt completely at ease. Naturally, I hugged her, and she hugged me back tightly. We kissed, my hands roaming over her body, feeling her full, fleshy curves. Yes, she was the voluptuous type I loved. Slowly, her breathing became heavy, and her clothes disappeared. My clothes had long since been removed as well. She gently kissed me and said, "Darling, after I wash up, I'll let you properly enjoy my flesh. I'll give you everything, and you have to give me your treasure too." Of course, I wholeheartedly agreed, but I had just showered and didn't want to shower again, so I waited for her on the bed. A few minutes later, she came out, wearing only a towel. I told her to put on her underwear and pantyhose, and then her high heels. I like to get intimate with women who are wearing underwear and high heels before having sex (I can't help it, this bad habit comes from watching too much porn). After she was dressed, she obediently knelt in front of me and immediately took my penis into her mouth, asking me how it felt while she did. To be honest, she wasn't very good at oral sex, so I had to slowly teach her how. Watching her being so sexy... She knelt before me, dressed in a revealing outfit, and gave me oral sex. My penis immediately became hard. After enjoying it for a while, I asked her to get on the bed. I couldn't just think about my own pleasure; I had to make her happy too. I started to slowly caress her body, stroking her vulva through her pantyhose and underwear. Unexpectedly, I immediately felt my hands getting wet. It seemed she hadn't lied to me; she was so wet! I quickly took off her pantyhose and underwear and started caressing her vulva directly. To be honest, mature women's labia aren't very attractive; most are dark. But I like that, brother. I pinned her down, and we started 69. She had just showered, and her labia didn't have any strange smell, only a faint smell of vaginal fluid, which was my favorite. My nimble tongue began to roam over her labia and clitoris, sometimes gently inserting into her vagina. Soon, she had a strong reaction, making moaning sounds. I asked her if she wanted more, and she said she couldn't take it anymore and wanted me to lick her again; she was about to ejaculate. At first, I didn't understand—what does a woman ejaculate?

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