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I've been browsing the internet for years now, and I've met over 100 people online. Of course, some of my more predatory brothers will chuckle at that number, thinking it's nothing. It's true, I know a local guy who claims to have met over 1000 people online, and I believe him—he's basically met every single one of the local guys I've met! These days, passion arises from unfamiliarity, but the internet is a double-edged sword, leaving many men cuckolded and many resentful women satisfied. I've been in sex forums for years, but I'm rather lazy, only ever lurking in other guys' posts. Today, with nothing to do, I suddenly had a whim to summarize my past years of picking up girls. I'll start with yesterday's events, and write more later, consider it a memoir :)

After finishing an emergency call late at night, dragging my numb legs home, I couldn't fall asleep. I opened QQ and saw a profile picture lit up. We'd never chatted before, so I sheepishly sent a cautious smiley face. She immediately replied with a cup of hot tea, which warmed my heart and piqued my interest. After a round of questioning like an interrogation, it turned out we were from the same city. I turned on video, and she watched for a while before saying, "I keep watching you, that's not fair." Then she turned on her own video, and it was my favorite mature woman—permed hair, a fair and pretty face, and heaving breasts—immediately arousing my little brother…

"Hey beautiful, I've never chatted with someone from the same city before, let's go get some barbecue," I tentatively suggested.

"No!" she replied, and my heart sank.

"Come on, I just got off work, I'm hungry." "

Hehe, I had dumplings for dinner, I'm not hungry."

"Dumplings! I love dumplings the most. Every time I go back to my hometown, my mom makes dumplings for me." It's true, my brother loves dumplings the most. Every time I go home to see my mom, she serves dumplings.

"There's still a big plate left, come and eat," the beautiful woman in the video said, turning away. A moment later, she really did come back with a plate of dumplings, showing them to me through the video.

"Haha, okay, where do you live?"

"xxx neighborhood," I heard this, and my heart skipped a beat. Oh my god! I live in this neighborhood! My mind raced, but I couldn't remember ever seeing her before. I didn't dare to say anything, what if she knew me?

"Well, I live close enough to you, I live in xxx," I said, mentioning a nearby neighborhood. "Then I'll really come over, if you don't open the door, I'll smash your window."

"Come on!"

We were both adults, it was an open secret that eating dumplings was just a pretense, the real purpose was sex. Because during our earlier chat, I already knew she was coming to take care of her son, who was working the night shift. My lust surged, and I became irrational. I asked, and she actually lived in the building two rows behind mine. I immediately got dressed and went downstairs. I tiptoed downstairs, called her, and she opened the building door and welcomed me in.

After entering, we sized each other up, both feeling a good connection. She got up to pour tea, and we sat on the sofa chatting. We seemed to be getting along very well. I checked the time; it was almost one o'clock. I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. At first, she resisted, but as I kissed her, licked her ear, and touched her breasts, she gradually softened and began to respond, her tongue swirling in my mouth. I saw the time was right. I slipped my hand between her legs and touched her—it was soaking wet! I pulled off her nightgown. My specialty is finger technique; I can make most women squirt. I inserted three or four fingers and gently moved them back and forth on her G-spot, observing her reaction. I slowly felt her G-spot become rougher and larger. I increased my speed, and she suddenly groaned loudly, her legs began to twitch, her body began to twist, and streams of pale white vaginal fluid gushed out! This was repeated several times. Seeing that she was getting a little tired, I held my penis up to her mouth. She was a player too; she opened her mouth and took it in—her oral sex skills were above average! After a few malicious deep throats, I pulled out. I turned her over, making her lie face down on the sofa back, her white buttocks sticking up, and penetrated her from behind (I used a condom!). As I thrust, using her vaginal fluid, I inserted my fingers into her anus. She started to flinch, saying it hurt. I didn't force her anymore. I picked her up, thrust a few times standing up, then felt a bit tired, so I sat on the sofa, put my legs on the coffee table, and held her, letting her sit on top, moving back and forth. This woman's waist was incredibly flexible; it felt very comfortable to fuck her face-to-face. We played like this for a while, and when I felt like ejaculating, I stopped, changed positions, and adjusted my breathing. The speed and force of my thrusts were quite good; I only saw this woman moaning, but I couldn't feel any spasms during her orgasm. Realizing she was having difficulty achieving vaginal orgasms (of the netizens I've met, very few actually achieve vaginal orgasms; most experience clitoral orgasms, and G-spot orgasms are almost universal, unlike what's said online where it's rare—it must be a matter of technique), I changed my strategy. I laid her down, placing a pillow under her buttocks to make her vulva protrude. I stood, penetrating her wet vagina while using my fingers to touch her clitoris. Judging from her reaction, I knew she was having clitoral orgasms, probably from frequent masturbation. I gently stimulated her clitoris like a feather brushing against it, my penis slowly thrusting in and out, occasionally stirring and vibrating inside. Soon, her moans changed, becoming louder. I increased the speed of clitoral stimulation, and suddenly, her body convulsed, she sat up and hugged me tightly, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper. I increased my thrusting, bringing her to her peak.

After her spasms subsided, I slowly withdrew my penis and said, "Baby, I haven't come yet." She said, "What should I do?" I didn't answer, and simply laid her down again. This time, without hesitation, I thrust into her anus. After a woman's orgasm, the muscles in her anus relax, making it easy to enter. And, in return, she usually lets you succeed. Just as she cried out in pain, I released my pent-up semen into her anus in spurts.

After cleaning up, I didn't dare linger, and she didn't say goodbye either, just kissed me goodbye.

The next day, I was back to being a respectable person.

[The End]

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