Young master loves mature woman

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One early summer evening, a group of handsome men and beautiful women gathered on the lawn of a modestly decorated villa in the Hexi District of Jiangcheng. Waiters occasionally strolled around, serving exquisite champagne, while a row of luxury sports cars parked outside the villa highlighted the distinguished status of its owner.

In a small garden at the far end of the lawn, a man in his late twenties leaned against a swing, quietly smoking. He occasionally glanced up at the noisy crowd in the distance, a forlorn expression on his face.

This man was Song Zicheng, the owner of the villa, and it was his 28th birthday. The men and women in the villa had come for his birthday party, but Song Zicheng seemed rather unenthusiastic. After being plied with drinks by a few of his cronies, he simply retreated here to smoke, enjoying his own private moment.

Jiangcheng is a provincial capital city with a long history and a population of over ten million. However, its urban development had been slow until Mayor Zhao Jiuxiang took office. He spearheaded urbanization efforts, demolishing many urban villages and creating numerous high-rise buildings that have become a new urban landscape. Real estate has become the most profitable industry, but for many residents, buying a house has become increasingly difficult.

Jiangcheng's Hexi District was mostly barren hills, but after the municipal government invested heavily in greening and landscaping, the previously neglected area suddenly became incredibly valuable. Many real estate companies developed high-end villas there, gradually turning it into a gathering place for Jiangcheng's wealthy.

This particular villa was a coming-of-age gift from Song Zicheng's father. For ordinary people, a three-bedroom apartment in Jiangcheng is a lifelong goal, but for Song Tianwen, chairman of Tianzi Investment Group, spending tens of millions to buy his son a villa was just a matter of a flick of the wrist.

Tianzi Investment Group, with assets exceeding 10 billion yuan, is one of the most influential conglomerates in Jiangcheng. As the future successor of Tianzi Investment Group, Song Zicheng has a well-known nickname among his friends: "Crown Prince." This is because Tianzi Investment Group's main business is the petrochemical industry, and the group owns numerous oil exploration rights in the Middle East, making it incredibly lucrative.

After graduating from university, Song Zicheng interned at Tianzi Investment Group's headquarters, but it was merely a nominal position without any real power. It wasn't that Song Tianwen didn't want his son to gain experience, but rather that Song Zicheng found this kind of life unchallenging and chose a more exciting lifestyle.

Only in the past year or two, under his father's coercion and enticement, has Song Zicheng gradually become familiar with some of the group's management affairs and entered the group's management team, becoming one of the group's managers, preparing for the future takeover of the entire group. As the sole heir, this is Song Zicheng's destiny.

However, although Song Tianwen is over sixty years old, he remains energetic and hands-on, showing no intention of stepping down. Therefore, Song Zicheng's role as vice president is neither particularly fulfilling nor particularly challenging, leaving him feeling somewhat constrained.

Moreover, Tianzi Investment Group has encountered many problems in recent years: overstaffing, declining efficiency, and even huge losses in many subsidiaries. Many major investment projects have been shelved. Although the group has been trying to transform, it has been struggling and the results have been minimal.

As the future successor of the group, Song Zicheng naturally has his own ideas and plans. He has mentioned them to his father several times, but they have not been taken seriously. He can only wait silently for the right opportunity, not knowing what a terrible situation he will face when he takes over the company.

"Excuse me, where is the restroom?" Song Zicheng listened to the noise in the distance and regretted hosting this so-called birthday party. Suddenly, a timid female voice came from behind him.

Song Zicheng threw away his cigarette butt and turned around casually. He saw a young woman in a white dress looking at him somewhat nervously. Although her appearance was not stunning, she was elegant and charming. Compared with the sexy and glamorous women on the lawn, she had a more demure and refined air, which made Song Zicheng's eyes light up.

"Oh, see that little door over there? Go in, turn left, and it's the first room. Don't go the wrong way." Song Zicheng smiled slightly and pointed to a building not far away, but he was a little puzzled. He didn't recognize this woman at all, and wondered which clueless guy had brought her along. She clearly hadn't seen much of the world; she couldn't even find a restroom.

Hearing Song Zicheng's teasing, the woman blushed slightly, whispered a thank you to Song Zicheng, and hurriedly left. Song Zicheng studied her retreating figure, a playful smile on his face. These days, there aren't many women who blush; this woman was interesting.

Song Zicheng wasn't married yet, but he was never short of women. Every night, a stunningly beautiful woman would be his bed partner, and the same stunningly beautiful woman was never the same one.

Song Tianwen was busy with his career and rarely went home to be with his wife, let alone communicate with his son. He always felt guilty about this, so he rarely restricted his son's spending. When Song Zicheng turned eighteen, his father even gave him a high-limit credit card, telling him that as long as Tianzi Investment Group didn't collapse, he could spend as he pleased, except for gambling and drugs. He could do whatever he wanted.

Without restraint, Song Zicheng began a life of extravagance and debauchery. He was always surrounded by a group of glamorous and sexy women. His close friends knew that Song Zicheng never cared about how much money he spent, only whether the women were beautiful.

But gradually, Song Zicheng grew tired of this life and lost interest in the women he could summon and dismiss at will. He began to understand why many wealthy people liked to gamble and use drugs—because only these two things could give them greater stimulation.

But Song Zicheng always remembered his father's admonition and never dared to cross the line. Although he enjoyed a thrilling life, he wasn't stupid; he wouldn't ruin himself for the sake of excitement. However, women didn't bring him much pleasure, leaving Song Zicheng confused.

This woman, however, had unexpectedly piqued his interest. He'd been spoiled and had no interest in overly enthusiastic women; instead, he found women who knew how to be shy more alluring. But unsure if she was already taken, Song Zicheng hesitated to make a move.

Despite being a wealthy second-generation heir, Song Zicheng rarely engaged in jealousy or rivalry, and he certainly didn't want to steal a friend's love. He knew it wasn't because he was particularly noble, but because he hadn't yet met a woman who could truly move him.

Seeing that it was still early, Song Zicheng went upstairs to his bedroom. A mature woman in her thirties was sitting there. Seeing Song Zicheng enter, she hurriedly stood up and said, "Young Master Song, you're here."

"So, have you made up your mind? Be quick about it. We're all adults, don't play any innocent games. I'm just interested in your body." Song Zicheng gazed at the mature woman. Her long, flowing hair reached her shoulders, glossy and smooth, making her even more alluring with her elegant demeanor. Her angelic face was slightly turned to the side, her eyes watery and overflowing with tenderness. Her usually neatly styled hair now cascaded down, half-concealing her shy and beautiful face, adding to her allure. Her fair, flawless skin was flushed with a delicate blush after Song Zicheng's direct question.

Having just showered, she was still wearing her thin nightgown, which shimmered through, subtly highlighting her delicate and slender curves and her soft, boneless skin. Most striking were her slightly trembling, full breasts, now almost undisguisedly erect.

Those snow-white breasts were not only plump and rounded but also large, blending perfectly into her body. The two rosy nipples stood erect, half-open, half-full, as if waiting to be plucked. The pink nipples, set against her smooth, white skin, were even more alluring. Song Zicheng was very satisfied.

This woman was an employee of his father's company. Due to personnel adjustments, she had been reassigned to a less demanding position with reduced pay, which she resented. She had asked Song Zicheng to help her get a new job, but she didn't want him to take advantage of her. But, as the saying goes, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

The mature woman's full, round, fair, and slender legs were shyly and timidly pressed together, as if trying to cover her jade gate, which had never been exposed to the public before. The semi-transparent nightgown and her fair and rosy skin highlighted the small tuft of shiny, dark, and alluring pubic hair. The shyly pressed legs were so tempting that they made the onlookers' souls swoon. Little did they know that under the thin gauze, the beautiful woman's body was even more exquisite and so charming that it drove people crazy.

Although the mature woman was in her early thirties, perhaps due to her excellent maintenance, she looked much younger than her actual age. Her appearance was somewhat similar to the second female lead in a recent popular TV drama, and upon closer inspection, she was probably even more beautiful. Her skin was like snow, her shoulders slender, her waist narrow, her breasts full and firm—her figure was exquisitely beautiful, enough to make even women in their early twenties envious. She must have been an even more pure and beautiful woman in her youth. No wonder Song Zicheng had made an exception and allowed her into his bedroom. "Young Master Song, how can you say that to me? I just want you to do me a favor. If you help me, I will repay you like a slave in the future." The mature woman noticed Song Zicheng's lecherous gaze sweeping over her, especially lingering on her full, high breasts. She had no choice but to speak to divert Song Zicheng's attention and also to hide her inner shyness and nervousness. She couldn't explain why she suddenly felt flustered and flustered in front of this young man, Song Zicheng.

"I'm already very satisfied with your appearance; time hasn't left a trace on your body at all," Song Zicheng said, looking at the mature woman, slowly approaching her.

"Young Master Song, you're joking. I'm already old," the mature woman said, avoiding Song Zicheng's fiery gaze like a girl experiencing first love, yet occasionally trying to meet his aggressive eyes.

"Where are you old? I think you're still a young woman," Song Zicheng said with a playful grin, moving closer to the woman.

"Young Master Song, please don't flatter me. I really can't accept your praise. Please help me, okay?" the mature woman said shyly and coquettishly.

"Sure, I love making friends with women. You can tell me any difficulties you have. As long as you promise me, I'll help you with anything," Song Zicheng said with a wicked smile, gently putting his arm around the woman's slender waist.

"Young Master Song, please stop! It's so embarrassing! I'm not the kind of woman you think I am," the mature woman said shyly, struggling to push him away.

"Don't reject me so quickly, woman, I haven't finished speaking yet." Song Zicheng said tenderly, pulling the mature woman into his arms, stroking her large, round breasts with a smile. "Let's talk about terms. I never force anyone. Think about what you can give and what I can get in return, okay?" "

Young Master Song, what are you saying? I'm really not that kind of woman. I'm already married." The mature woman said shyly and charmingly, a captivating blush rising on her face.

"Why not?" Song Zicheng held the mature woman's soft waist tightly and said affectionately, "Although I'm a bit of a womanizer, I fell in love with you after seeing you. Don't worry, I won't bother you. I always keep my word. I can help you, and it won't affect your family. Just once is enough. Trust me, okay?"

The mature woman's body trembled slightly, and her face flushed. She said, "Young Master Song, I'm so happy to hear your words! But I'm a married woman. We can't do this. I can't betray my husband!"

She clearly felt Song Zicheng's tongue on her earlobe, one of her most sensitive areas. She felt shy, happy, and angry all at the same time. She wanted to push him away, but her body was weak and limp.

"Ah! Young Master Song, what are you doing? Young Master Song! Don't do this, please don't! I'm already married, I can't do this, I can't betray my family, listen to me, Young Master Song, we can't do this!" The mature woman suddenly felt Song Zicheng begin to nibble and suck on her soft earlobe, and her whole body trembled, her heart tingling. She pouted but didn't want to push him away. Song Zicheng didn't speak, and she didn't speak either, slowly turning her head while enjoying the sucking and rubbing of his tongue, a jolt of pleasure spreading deep into her body.

Song Zicheng's tongue kissed and licked the mature woman's jade-like neck and cheeks, his lustful hands caressing and kneading her plump buttocks; she felt Song Zicheng's tongue constantly licking her earlobe and her jade-like translucent earlobe, and she felt a surge of heat slowly rising from the bottom of her heart, running rapidly through her body several times, and then constantly stimulating every inch of her sensitive skin and her senses.

"She's quite a nice woman. Looks like I'll be able to have some fun with her for a while. Married women like this are the most enjoyable, especially that coy, alluring attitude." Song Zicheng's assault continued. The cool, damp marks of his kisses brushed against her ear, the warm, moist touch of his ravaging tongue, and the sucking sounds clearly reached the mature woman's heart through her small, cat-ear-like ears.

"No, Young Master Song, please, I really can't do this, please let me go. Young Master Song, ah, no, Young Master Song, please." These tangible sensations clashed with her inner beliefs, and no matter how much she tried to endure, she couldn't stop the waves of pleasure and desire rising and bursting forth from within her.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Don't you really want to?" Suddenly, Song Zicheng's deep breathing drifted to the beautiful, mature woman's ear, and he intentionally breathed into her ear. The warm breath tickled her ear canal, brushing against the fine downy hairs on her already reddened ears, and ruffling a few strands of hair clinging to her temples. This tingling sensation slowly crept into her heart. The

mature woman, slightly flustered, closed her beautiful eyes, but Song Zicheng suddenly stopped smiling and said calmly, "Alright then, I won't force you. As long as you don't want to, I won't touch you, okay? Come on, let's have a proper talk." "

Young Master Song, is what you're saying true? You're not lying to me, are you?" His words seemed to possess an invisible force, compelling her to obey him. The mature woman glanced back at him, somewhat incredulous. She couldn't believe this man would let her go.

Song Zicheng embraced her and sat her beside him, lifting her chin with his hand. Gazing intently at her, he said tenderly, "Beautiful women always have many privileges. I don't mind helping you, as long as you're qualified. Do you think you're qualified?"

She felt flustered and shy under his gaze, quickly burying her head in his chest. Song Zicheng gently pulled her onto the bed, then climbed in himself, lying beside her. He admired her captivating face, his hand softly stroking her hair near her ear as he spoke gently, "Woman, don't be confused by worldly prejudices. A woman should find the path that suits her best. Since you're here today, you should know what you'll have to give."

His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, making the woman feel at ease, and she subconsciously enjoyed his touch.

Song Zicheng's fingers slowly moved to her snow-white chin. Though it was a slight touch, it had a surprising impact on the mature woman's heart, which had been closed off for many years, causing her to tremble slightly. Although she had anticipated what might happen to her before arriving at Song Zicheng's villa, she was still unprepared. Her body, never before touched by a strange man, trembled involuntarily with excitement as Song Zicheng caressed her. It was betrayal, but also blatant temptation.

"Young Master Song, I really don't know what to do. Please don't force me. I'll feel like a bad woman. I don't want to betray my husband, and I don't want to be a shameless, depraved woman. Please, Young Master Song, let me go. I really don't want to do this, please." The mature woman murmured, but didn't push away his caressing thumb.

"Will I really become bad? Then let yourself go, let yourself be lost in passion. Maybe being a bad woman isn't so bad. What's the use of being a good woman? If you really wanted to be a good woman, you wouldn't be here with me now, would you?"

Song Zicheng chuckled, his large hand sliding down, hooking her sheer bathrobe with his fingers, opening it almost to her waist, allowing him a full view of her snow-white, deep, and alluring breasts. He could already see that beneath the bathrobe lay a completely naked, snow-white body. This body was so captivating, so full of the allure of a mature woman, possessing a desire that was more irresistible than that of a young woman, making one want to pounce on her and thrust into her.

The smile that had been on Song Zicheng's face slowly faded, his attention began to wander, his mind filled only with the thought of touching her alabaster-white body and kissing every inch of her smooth, delicate skin.

Seeing Song Zicheng's expression, the mature woman's heart began to race, and even her breathing became rapid. Her mind began to go blank; seeing that the man before her was actually somewhat moved, she so desperately wanted a kiss, just one kiss, and perhaps she wouldn't be so confused. Song Zicheng, of course, wouldn't disappoint her; his lips finally touched hers, and the mature woman sighed contentedly. "Ah, Young Master Song, I can't take it anymore, Young Master Song, I really don't know what to do, can you help me?" She seemed to have completely forgotten her purpose, completely immersed in the temptation of lust.

But Song Zicheng did not stick out his tongue, but instead put his hand inside her bathrobe, his five fingers gently stroking her high breasts, and softly praised, "What an alluring woman, look at your breasts, so smooth, so firm, so tempting, such a waste of your youth, what a waste of nature, hand them over to me... I won't mistreat them, I will let them enjoy the most wonderful service in the world, don't be afraid, leave them to me, okay?" As he spoke, he used his large hand to cup her snow-white, full, and soft breasts, stroking and kneading them with a pleasure-filled force, the exquisite and intoxicating feeling making him feel somewhat comfortable.

The mature woman couldn't look him in the eye; her face was already flushed with shyness, and her sensitive nipples immediately hardened. The electric pleasure made her pant and moan softly, her heart throbbing with desire. She murmured,

"Mmm... um! Young Master Song... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, ahhh, I feel so good, Young Master Song, I feel so good, you're rubbing me so beautifully, Young Master Song, don't do this, I can't do this, ahhh. Young Master Song, you're so beautiful, you're making me feel so good."

She boldly placed her hands on his shoulders, actively urging him to respond to the kiss with her tongue, seeking the same wonderful feeling as his wet kisses. Only then did Song Zicheng insert his tongue into her warm, soft, smooth, and delicate mouth.

"Ah, Young Master Song, I feel so good, you're so good at this, I can't take it anymore." The mature woman felt Song Zicheng's lips finally press against her soft, moist red lips. Attacked by Song Zicheng's hot lips, the mature woman felt as if she were in a dream. When his tongue parted her lips, she had no intention of resisting. When his lips intertwined with her fragrant tongue, the mature woman's mouth secreted incredibly sweet saliva.

"Beauty, let me show you what a woman's enjoyment is." Song Zicheng suddenly attacked again, his thick lips sealing her moist, soft lips, his large tongue probing into the mature woman's mouth.

Her husband's face flashed through her mind. No, she was a married woman, she couldn't be messing around with other men like this. She must have been out of her mind today, that's why she had no choice but to come to Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng was notoriously lecherous, but now he was the only one in the entire group who could help her. Others would only take advantage of her.

To be honest, this whole thing is the fault of the man's father, Song Tianwen, the chairman of Tianzi Investment Group. If he hadn't suddenly demanded that the group reduce its staff by 20% within a month, causing the HR department to start cleaning up the idle staff in various departments, she wouldn't have been transferred to another position when she was doing a good job. She just didn't believe that all the employees in such a large group were capable, and that she just didn't have any connections. When she went home and told her husband, he could only sigh and curse, but he couldn't do anything about it.

In desperation, she finally found a way to contact Song Zicheng and, with a heavy heart, tried to pull some strings. She had initially thought she had no chance of meeting him; after all, Song Zicheng was the future heir to the entire Tianzi Group, second only to the emperor, while she was just a marginalized nobody. Why would Song Zicheng possibly see her? But to her surprise, he readily agreed. However, after arriving at Song Zicheng's villa, he insisted she take a shower first, claiming it was his habit. The woman reluctantly showered and changed into her pajamas, but felt increasingly uneasy. Sure enough, upon meeting Song Zicheng, he made an unacceptable request: he had taken a liking to her body and would solve her problems if she offered herself. But she was a married woman; how could she betray her husband?

Instinctively, she desperately tried to avoid Song Zicheng's large mouth, but his tongue roamed freely within her mouth, sometimes intertwining with her sweet, smooth tongue, sometimes tracing the lines of her polished teeth, their mouths pressed tightly together. The feeling of the kiss was so wonderful. "Ah, Young Master Song, I can't take it anymore, Young Master Song, I feel so beautiful, so comfortable." The mature woman felt her heart surging with excitement, like a small boat floating freely on the sea, light and boundless. Their tongues intertwined, sucking at each other, unwilling to separate.

The mature woman gently and submissively offered her red lips, completely losing her last bit of restraint and resistance. Song Zicheng's technique was exceptionally high. She felt as if their lips had only lightly touched when his tongue swiftly slipped in, hooking out her little tongue and leading her in a sweet dance between their lips. The juices in their mouths flowed incessantly, the taste comparable to being teased with passion, making the mature woman instantly intoxicated, moaning softly.

Lost in a deep kiss, the mature woman completely forgot herself, letting Song Zicheng's fiery tongue dance freely in her mouth. Her own tongue responded beautifully, and although she kept drawing in her juices, for some reason, her throat grew increasingly parched. The mature woman was panting heavily, her eyes burning with desire, her alabaster skin flushed and moist. Suddenly, she clearly felt Song Zicheng taking advantage of the passionate kiss to slip his lustful hand inside her light gauze bathrobe, caressing and kneading her full, rounded legs, and then, inch by inch, moving between her thighs. "Young Master Song, no, please, I really can't do this, I have a husband," the mature woman murmured breathlessly, her heart putting up a final resistance, but her body was already on the verge of surrender.

"Woman, don't struggle anymore. You should savor this wonderful moment and not think about anything else, understand?" Song Zicheng's passionate kiss descended again, this time with thirst and fervor, almost savagely probing into her mouth, relentlessly drawing out the sweet saliva from her mouth. "

Young Master Song, I feel so good, so amazing, I can't take it anymore, Young Master Song, you're so good at this." The mature woman's tongue couldn't help but intertwine with his, the intense kiss making her begin to lose herself. This married beauty was increasingly aroused, her desire unbearable. She couldn't help but pull down his robe, gently stroking his neck and back with her fingers, her toes rubbing against his calves. A pleasurable sensation slowly washed over her, causing her to unconsciously writhe in his arms until she felt his hard, erect penis pressing against her thighs, and felt him deliberately rubbing his glans against her delicate, white lips, and the movement becoming increasingly intense.

"Ah, Young Master Song, I can't take it anymore, I can't bear it, I'm going to die." This torturous touch instantly ignited the flames of desire deep within the mature woman's body, burning fiercely as if to consume her. This man was simply a devil, making it impossible for her to resist or refuse; she was about to succumb.

Song Zicheng could no longer bear the burning desire to possess her. He quickly tore off her light gauze bathrobe, revealing her crystal-clear white body before his eyes. Her arms were white and translucent, her shoulders soft and smooth, her skin full and plump, her complexion as smooth as jade, her curves long and elegant. Most striking were the two snow-white peaks standing proudly on her chest, trembling, full and firm, displaying the mature and voluptuous charm and allure of a stunning beauty and a mature woman.

"This is such a surprise to me, woman, you are really tempting here, I like it.

Haha." The woman's breasts were two reddish-purple nipples, like two large round grapes, with a pinkish ring around the top. Between the two breasts was a deep cleavage like a valley, which made people's hearts race and their mouths dry.

“I’m coming, woman. Enjoy my caresses, I’ll satisfy you.” Song Zicheng could no longer restrain himself. He took one of the mature woman’s large, snowy breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking it wildly. At the same time, he grasped the other breast, kneading and caressing it with abandon. “Ah, Young Master Song, I can’t take it anymore, stop, I can’t stand it, Young Master Song, stop! I can’t take it anymore.” Two bright pink blushes appeared on the mature woman’s fair cheeks, making her look exceptionally charming and beautiful. Her breathing became rapid and labored. Under Song Zicheng’s constant kneading, her full, firm breasts draped in pink gauze like a shy girl. Her two small, delicate, rosy nipples stood erect from the intense stimulation. Clear, lustful fluids were already flowing freely from her tender valley.

Song Zicheng stared intently at the woman, then removed his bathrobe and tossed it aside. The two were now naked before each other. In the eyes of a mature woman, a man's erect penis was already raging, surrounded by black pubic hair, with clearly visible red veins, and the glans was hot and hard.

Song Zicheng didn't immediately press himself against her snow-white, full body; instead, he propped himself up on his arm and lay on his side beside her, his large penis resting on her thigh as he softly said, "Woman, you should know what to do, shouldn't you?"

His voice was slightly hoarse and deep, possessing a mysterious power that compelled obedience. The mature woman raised her pretty face, looking at the man shyly, but her gentle and virtuous nature, faced with his domineering presence, made her unable to disobey. Her five jade-like fingers, like bamboo shoots, slowly extended and grasped Song Zicheng's penis; the hot, pulsating sensation made her even more shy.

"Woman, help me move around a bit, and you'll taste its flavor soon." Song Zicheng stretched out his only usable hand, his middle finger tracing her lower lip, moving down to her snow-white, deep, alluring cleavage, finally landing on her nipple with a light press.

"Ah! Young Master Song, don't... don't look... I really can't take it anymore." The mature woman saw his greedy gaze, fixed on the man's finger movements, the shameful act making her infinitely shy.

"Hehe, why be shy, woman? It would be a waste not to look at such a perfect body! A woman's beauty isn't for self-admiration, but for the man who loves her to appreciate it!" Song Zicheng's palm finally covered the woman's snow-white, full breasts. With each gentle grasp, caress, and knead, he could see her breasts changing shape in his hands. He couldn't help but praise, "So beautiful, the feel of it is breathtaking and unforgettable. Truly a top-quality woman."

"Young Master Song, no...don't say anymore! Ugh...I've already embarrassed myself too much, I can't do this. Ahh..." The mature woman closed her eyes in embarrassment, but her delicate hands made Song Zicheng's manhood even harder and stiffer. Then, she felt his hand move again, sliding over her perfectly neat pubic hair, and then touching her sensitive labia. His fingers rubbed and stroked her, the electric-like pleasure making her gasp and moan softly, "Mmm...no!

Young Master Song...please don't..." We can't.

Since Song Zicheng had already started, how could he stop? He teased the woman's heart and aroused her passion while watching the changes in her face. The mature woman's eyes were already misty and glistening, her smooth chin rising and falling with satisfaction, her charming little mouth opening and closing halfway, showing extreme intoxication.

Song Zicheng was already at the peak of excitement, almost losing his reason. The repression had turned into painful torment, making him want to immediately mount her, to violently thrust into her, to fill her soul. But he told himself that he had to take it slow, to slowly appreciate and savor this flawless, melancholic woman.

When his fingers parted her wet lips and entered, the mature woman instinctively arched her body, thrusting forward to meet his penis. The pure pleasure made her cry out again, her full hips twisting ecstatically. As Song Zicheng moved, he once again captured her delicate lips with passionate kisses, an action that only made her crave more of his advances.

After a long, passionate kiss, Song Zicheng could wait no longer. His desire flared, and he whispered, "Woman, have you thought it through? I'm really going to start now. I hope you won't regret it."

"I...I don't know...Young Master Song, don't ask me that question, I really don't know," the mature woman murmured shyly and alluringly, panting heavily. How could she possibly answer that question?

"Woman, don't worry too much. I can guarantee that no one will know what you enjoy today, not even your husband. I'll also help you solve your problems, provided you satisfy me, understand?" Song Zicheng kissed her again, and she responded with the same passion. Suddenly, Song Zicheng pulled away, this time pressing himself against her smooth body.

"Woman, say it. Let my big cock enter your vagina. Say you're willing to give yourself to me, let me fuck you, let me send you to heaven." Song Zicheng gazed at the mature woman, then slowly used his knee to pry open her snow-white, rounded legs. His hand slid inside her again, gently caressing her.

The mature woman's vagina was already wet and slippery, fully in its optimal state. As his fingers teased her most sensitive clitoris, she finally couldn't help but gasp and moan, "Don't torture me anymore, please... Young Master Song... give it to me... I really can't take it anymore."

"Woman, I'll satisfy you now, you can enjoy this wonderful moment." He moved between her smooth and delicate thighs, lifted her full, snow-white buttocks, first swirling his glans against her entrance for a while, then slowly inserting it into her tender lips. The tight grip felt incredibly comfortable to him.

"Ah...Young Master Song." The woman felt her vaginal opening being slowly stretched open by the glans. Amidst waves of intense stimulation, she discovered that the man's penis had deeply penetrated her body. Under the dizzying stimulation of intense pleasure, the mature woman's full and rounded breasts heaved, the beautiful woman panting and moaning, her shy and helpless cries soft and melodious. "Mmm...so deep, Young Master Song, it feels so good."

"Ah, oh, it feels so good, Young Master Song, harder, it feels so good." The mature woman couldn't help but writhe and pant in response. Her pair of snow-white, smooth, and beautiful long legs sometimes lifted lightly, sometimes lay flat. Unconsciously, the woman's beautiful and long snow-white legs were wrapped around Song Zicheng's waist, and with each thrust and withdrawal, they shyly squeezed and lifted slightly. The mature woman beneath him, experiencing the urge to swell, actively twisted her snow-white, voluptuous body, urging him to advance faster.

Seeing her enthusiastic response brought Song Zicheng immense pleasure. He first gazed at her pretty face, then reached out and grasped one of her full, firm breasts in his palm before slowly inserting his penis deep into her core. As he played with her full breasts, he asked, "Woman, how does it feel? Is it more exciting than your husband's? Do you want it even more exciting? Don't be shy, just say it."

Hearing Song Zicheng's teasing, the mature woman blushed deeply, but the feeling of fullness inside her was indescribably pleasurable. She could only moan and murmur shyly, "So full, so full... Young Master Song, I'm making you feel so good... You're much better than my husband. I want you to go harder."

"That's right. Should I continue now?" Song Zicheng smiled slightly, playing with her breasts with both hands, squeezing out a deep, snow-white cleavage, his large penis deliberately remaining still inside her.

"Ah! I want... I want you to fuck me... fuck me hard..." The mature woman couldn't help but pant and moan, feeling the intense, itchy sensation of the large penis thrusting into her vagina, almost unbearable. Her thighs rubbed together incessantly.

"Woman, hook your legs around me," Song Zicheng commanded breathlessly, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Feeling her thighs tightly gripping his waist and hips, he began to thrust, first gently withdrawing his penis to the tight entrance, then plunging in deeply, from slow and gentle to increasingly forceful and impulsive. He reached to the point where their genitals met, caressing her wet labia with his fingers, skillfully teasing her sensitive spots, bringing her passion to its peak.

"Ah! Young Master Song... This is too stimulating, I can't take it anymore, you're killing me, don't do it anymore... I can't take it anymore..." The mature woman's long-dormant body couldn't withstand such teasing, her desire surged, she gasped and moaned softly.

"Woman, believe in yourself, you can do it... I'm going to take you to a state you've never been before, use your flesh walls to grip me tightly, so you can feel even more pleasure. Is... is it like this... Can you feel my penis rubbing against your clitoris?" Song Zicheng smiled slightly, like an experienced driver driving his beloved BMW, wantonly pounding and violently assaulting her.

"Mmm..." The mature woman gasped, moaning wantonly, "Young Master Song, I feel... I feel it, it's so good... so deep, so big, so comfortable... You're so amazing, I feel so good. Harder, Young Master Song, fuck me, fuck me, I can't take it anymore, it's so good."

Song Zicheng continued his frenzied assault, each thrust of his glans making the mature woman dizzy, wave after wave of pleasure rushing over her, her juices flowing uncontrollably, finally bringing her to the peak of pleasure. But under Song Zicheng's passionate onslaught, all that remained was the constant spasms of her vagina, she didn't know how many times she had climaxed.

Finally, Song Zicheng's suppressed power began to be released, like a volcano erupting violently, spasming and trembling, scalding lava gushing out one after another, creating a raging storm inside her.

The mature woman clung tightly to Song Zicheng's broad back and powerful waist. Her head was still spinning, preventing her from thinking clearly. She could only let the overwhelming waves engulf her, panting and moaning,

"Ah! Song Zicheng, you're so amazing! I don't want to leave you... I'm going to heaven!" All the words in her heart were released. "Ah..."

Stimulated by Song Zicheng's hot semen, the mature woman felt dizzy and her mind went blank. A soft, alluring cry escaped her tender, red lips as she finally reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"Young Master Song, you're so amazing! I almost died from your ministrations. I want you to fuck me forever." It took a while for the woman to slowly regain her senses. She had actually been brought unconscious by Song Zicheng's actions. She never imagined he possessed such powerful sexual abilities. She was completely conquered by him, nestled in his arms like a docile kitten, having long forgotten her husband.

Song Zicheng revealed a chilling smile, pushed aside the woman's sweat-drenched body, climbed out of bed, ignoring her utterly astonished expression, took a business card from his drawer, scribbled his signature on it, and tossed it onto the woman's full, snow-white breasts. He smiled faintly and said, "Alright, you've satisfied me tonight. I won't go back on my word. Take this card and call the number on it; someone will arrange everything for you. Now change your clothes and leave. Tonight's business is over." He then went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and began washing himself. To him, this was just one of countless absurd nights, and this alluring woman was merely one of the hundreds of women he had slept with. There was nothing about her worth his lingering affections. While he enjoyed the company of women, he never took captives.

[The End]

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