Exquisite beauty

I finally arrived.
Carrying my only luggage—a briefcase—I went outside.
I quickly reached the passenger exit and immediately saw her.
My love.
Looking at her face, radiant with tenderness, I felt as if an invisible net had caught me, leaving me speechless. I reached out and pulled her into my arms, kissing her radiant face deeply.
We met at a small, private party.
She wasn't the kind of woman who was exceptionally beautiful or eye-catching. We met by chance, and after a long, aimless chat, we became acquainted.
Because I felt comfortable talking to her, we could discuss anything and everything, so we often chatted online. Since we didn't live in the same city—I was visiting a friend in her city—that's how I met her.
After a long period of getting to know each other, I discovered she was very understanding, had excellent manners, and possessed a unique, mature woman's charm. She was also very sincere and cheerful, and beneath her seemingly nonchalant exterior lay a delicate sensitivity that was not easily noticed by others.
This continued for a while, and I suddenly realized that talking to her had become an indispensable part of my life.
So, during a chat, I told her about it, and she replied that she felt the same way.
I was very happy.
One late day, we started chatting, and somehow the conversation turned to my ex-girlfriend. After a while, she suddenly said, "I'm jealous." I was stunned, then overjoyed, because at that moment I understood that she liked me, and I loved her too. When I heard her say those words, I felt a weight lifted from my heart; I was happy and fulfilled. So, I knew that we had actually loved each other for a long time.
We finally felt a strong urge to meet, to talk face-to-face, and
since it wasn't far from where I was, I went to see her. The day I arrived, we naturally got together.
At first, she was a little shy, but she quickly became natural and relaxed, sometimes even seeming a bit playful to me. Although it was our first time together, we both felt very comfortable, or rather, we had a tacit understanding.
After returning, we started a life of meeting every now and then, separated by distance and longing for each other.
Every time we met, our passion was like a volcano, because we could only see each other occasionally, so all the suppressed desire would erupt violently when we met.
As I was thinking about these things, I had already taken her hand and gotten into a taxi. She got into the car, rested her head on my shoulder, looked up at me, and I gently kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes contentedly, saying nothing, letting me hold her hands in mine and gently stroke them.
When we arrived at the hotel, I still held her hand, and we walked into the room like that.
I went to the closet to put my bag down, and she reached out and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. I straightened up, turned around, and looked into her eyes, seeing them filled with love.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and lowered my head to kiss her soft, warm lips deeply.
She closed her eyes and let out a soft "mmm," gently responding. We kissed each other, our tongues intertwining. Slowly, her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving up and down.
I tightened my arms around her waist, then, without much force but with firmness, pushed her against the wall, pressing my entire body against hers, her supple form against the wall.
Feeling her soft, elastic breasts rise and fall, I felt a warm tightness in my lower abdomen. I couldn't help but spread her legs apart, squeezing my lower abdomen and legs between hers, pressing her legs wide open, then pressing tightly against her soft body.
She began to make muffled sounds from her lips, her body twisting from side to side, rubbing against me.
I pulled up the hem of her black sweater, revealing her smooth abdomen, and gently caressed it.
Her breathing became increasingly rapid, interspersed with soft moans, and her body began to move up and down.
While kissing her lips, I unbuttoned her blouse, reaching inside her clothes to grasp the waistbands of her underwear and trousers, gently caressing her widening hips. After a while, I suddenly squatted down and pulled down her underwear and trousers together. Because it
was so sudden, she cried out, clamping her legs together, now completely exposed, her hands instinctively covering her hairy genitals.
Without giving her time to react, I abruptly stood up, grabbed the hem of her already lifted sweater, and, with her hands covering her private parts, pulled it sharply towards her head.
Her sweater was instantly pulled up to her head, revealing her lips. Instead of pulling any further, I used one hand to lift her hands, hidden inside the sweater, high above her head and pressed them against the wall.
Her heaving chest immediately lifted high, and with my other hand I unhooked her black bra, revealing her two smooth, soft breasts, their dark nipples already erect and proud.
Now, except for her head, eyes, and raised arms, which were covered by the sweater, I saw a voluptuous body completely naked before me.
While kissing her lips peeking out from under the sweater, I quickly removed my own clothes with one hand, pressing my body against hers, so that our bodies were pressed together without any obstruction.
I pressed my already swollen erection against her, kneading it against her full belly. She gasped for breath, her plump buttocks trembling. I held her wrists with one hand, lifting
them above her head, making her feel as if she were being lifted into the air. My body pressed tightly against hers, moving in sync with the movement of her hips. My other hand traced the curve of her back, slowly stroking down from her waist to her full buttocks. My palm grasped one of her plump buttocks and gently pulled it up and down. I knew this pulling would also arouse the skin between her spread legs. Sure enough, a trembling sound came from her lips as she was kissed, and her toes began to tiptoe. Get up, lift your hips forward, one step at a time.
My hand moved forward to her waist, then slid down her groin between her legs, finding it already wet; her inner thighs were soaked. I pressed my palm against her soft, moist vulva, then lifted her body up and down, lifting her slightly with each stroke.
She let out several long moans through her gagged mouth, her body writhing more violently, her hands, held high against the wall, twisting as if trying to break free. I used the fingers of my other hand to part her soft, moist vulva, shifting my body to press my engorged penis against her already wet opening, and gently asked, "Do you want it?"
She almost moaned, "I...want..." Before
she could finish, I thrust my lower body upwards forcefully, plunging between her legs, my large, hard, swollen shaft plunging into her warm, moist crevice.
The sudden, forceful insertion of a hot, hard shaft between her legs caused her to twist her head and cry out sharply, "Ah!"
Before she could react, I pulled my penis out slightly, then thrust it all the way back deep between her legs, until the base of my penis pressed tightly against her labia, which were stretched open by my thick penis.
"Ah!" she cried out, her voice trembling as she was penetrated.
Then I began to thrust my thick, hard penis upwards into her warm, moist vulva
, again and again. With each thrust, her back pressed against the wall, her body arching upwards between her legs. Her soft breasts bounced up and down with the rhythm of my penis thrusting in and out of her vulva. Her mouth, which I was kissing... She let out trembling, indistinct moans.
My penis was tightly enveloped by her love hole, which was warm, soft, and tight. This sensation made me thrust my penis deeper and deeper between her legs faster and faster, while simultaneously pulling off the sweater covering her head and releasing her hands.
I looked at her languid eyes and slightly parted red lips, and reached out to grasp one of her breasts, which was bouncing up and down. I felt a fullness of soft warmth in my hand, and the flesh that filled my palm seemed to be squeezing out from between my fingers. As if emerging from behind, a sudden surge of emotion welled up within me, (picture:) and I began to knead her soft, elastic breasts. My other hand grasped her plump buttocks from behind, pulling and stretching the tender skin between her legs, rubbing against my penis as it thrust in and out.
The two soft flesh between her legs, containing my erect penis, were simultaneously enduring the hot, hard shaft rubbing against her as it moved in and out, while I pulled her hips from behind, pulling her back and forth, rubbing against the wet clitoris at the entrance of her vulva. The fleshy pillar was inserted in front of her.
The fluid flowing from her lower body increased, and the area between her parted legs was soaked with the juices drawn from her small opening as the pillar moved in and out, making a "splashing" sound.
Her cheeks and body gradually turned a rosy pink, her lips parted as she gasped for breath, uttering increasingly rapid moans of "Ah...ah...ah..." Suddenly, she clung tightly to me, trembling as she cried out, "Ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming...ah...ah..." Then, her two thighs began to tremble violently.
Seeing this, I lifted her thighs with both hands, holding her at my sides, suspending her body in the air, so that her vulva was directly facing my erect penis. I thrust my throbbing penis upwards between her legs, using its shaft to lift her completely off the ground, and began to increase the intensity of my thrusts, repeatedly and forcefully plunging my thick, engorged penis deep into her vagina, reaching the very end of her vulva.
As my penis thrust more and more violently inside her... Suddenly, her legs wrapped tightly around me from behind, her thighs gripping my waist. She used her heels to pull me towards her body, forcing my thick, hard penis deep between her thighs.
I felt the soft, moist flesh of her vagina enveloping my penis, and she let out a long, trembling moan, "Ah!" Her body, which I was holding in mid-air, tensed and arched backward, her breasts rising. Simultaneously, her entire body trembled rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with the spasms deep within her legs. The two wet, warm labia and soft walls between her legs spasmed repeatedly, squeezing the thick, hot shaft of flesh that was thrusting between them. After six or seven violent contractions, her tense, backward-leaning upper body went limp, and she leaned against my shoulder.
After a while, her tense legs, which had been straddling me, slowly began to soften. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body tightly against me, her eyes, which seemed to overflow with tenderness, whispered in my ear, "...So good."
I hummed in agreement, carried her to the bed, placed her on it, pulled the blanket over her, and lay down with her. (The End)

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