My real experience at the internet cafe wasn't enough.

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I've been online for almost 10 years now. I have internet access at home and at work, and sometimes I go to internet cafes. I usually go alone, play for a while, and then do other things. I've never been to a private room at an internet cafe. Now, let me tell you about my first time in a private room.
First, let's talk about the woman, let's call her Jun. She's my colleague, and we used to get along quite well. Although she's older than me, I always call her by her first name; there's no sibling-like address. Her child is older than mine, and her husband works in the same large unit—a newly established second-level unit. Because of rumors about her husband having an affair, things were very complicated for a while. She was considering divorce, and had all sorts of strange motives, but she didn't show it on the surface. Once, while playing cards, she said, "Sometimes life has no meaning, what's the point?" I replied, "You mean what's the point? As long as you don't wrong yourself, why think so much?" "Life is tiring enough. Working yourself to the bone, you should enjoy life and not have regrets." A few days later, I downloaded a few movies, including that South Korean film about a wife-killing man. She heard about it and asked me to copy it so she could watch it herself. I jokingly asked, "Is it good? There are even better ones. That Korean film has some explicit parts." Actually, for a netizen like me, it wasn't much, but it was different for her; she'd never been online before and had never seen anything like that. Afterwards, she whispered, "If you have the chance, watch some good movies, but don't complain!" I didn't take it seriously; I just wanted to find her an even more explicit one.
Once, while playing cards, I said, "We have a decent internet cafe now; before, it was just..." It costs a few dollars an hour, but going there is crowded and dirty. Cheap places don't always have good ones. Since the cost is there, I went to a newly opened internet cafe last time. They had a private couple's room, which they learned from a big city, so it shouldn't be expensive. I wonder if it's doing well? I just mentioned it casually, but she remembered it. When no one was around, she suggested going to that internet cafe this weekend to see what surfing the internet really meant, and to teach her, to get her thinking. My mind clicked! She's really interested! Okay,
I'll contact her then. Friday arrived in the blink of an eye. I received a text message from her on Friday night saying she'd contact me again the next day. I quickly prepared, grabbed my USB drive, and copied several movies—some adult films, some adult films, some high-definition. I was going to use a proxy then, so I also prepared a proxy website to browse the site.
The next morning, I brought my USB drive... She called me around 10 o'clock after I left home; it was a public phone. She asked where I was, and I said on the street, waiting for me. She asked where I was going to go online. I told her she didn't know the exact location, but I gave her a general directions. She told me to come pick her up when she arrived. I went to the internet cafe first. Since there was only one private room, I was worried it would be taken. Luckily, no one was using it. I paid, got a card, and went upstairs. There were even people sleeping in the room. I left. The environment was okay; two computers, 22-inch widescreen, a double sofa in front of the computers, and another long sofa behind them. It was clean, and the computers were good. I was quite satisfied, since it only cost 5... It's one yuan an hour.
She called me a little while later, saying she'd arrived but couldn't find the internet cafe. I rushed downstairs to pick her up. Once we got to the room, I quickly locked it. She said I was nervous; she had to pick up her child at 11:30, and it was almost 10:20. She made it clear first that I could only use the computer, nothing else. After all, we're not kids anymore; I'm her older sister. She said she'd only use it if I agreed, otherwise she'd leave immediately. I quickly agreed, okay, I'd listen to her. I went online first, using a proxy to access a porn site. Because the proxy was slow, it took a while to load. I looked at a few pictures, and she said they weren't very interesting. "Okay," she said, "I want to watch a movie." I plugged in the USB... I opened the disc and played a high-definition version of *Jin Ping Mei*. I don't remember which episode I chose, but it was pretty good. Since there was always a plot, I used another player to open a more intense short film. With the girl's screams coming through my headphones and the visuals, I got really aroused. She didn't seem to react much; her two penises were tightly gripped, and I could tell she was trying to control herself. Let's play something more intense. Let's watch a Japanese film, an adult film with a clear picture. It's one of my favorite masturbation films, and it definitely works. I whispered to her, "Is it good?" "Have you seen it before?" She nodded and said no, it was the first time.
I slowly took her hand with my right hand, pried it open, my palms were a little sweaty. I gently stroked her palms and the backs of her hands. She pulled away and said, "Don't touch me, we agreed," but her face didn't look angry. I paused, then took her hand again and continued stroking it. She didn't say anything, so I took her hand and placed it on my thigh. She moved slightly, and I turned around and reached out to stop her. She fell into my arms, and I gently called her name. She hummed in response. She let out two soft moans, and I went to find her lips. Our lips quickly met; she opened them, letting me kiss her tongue. I sensed she couldn't take it anymore. After a few kisses, my hands weren't idle; I touched her breasts through her clothes. Suddenly, she pushed me away, saying, "You're so bad! We agreed not to touch each other. How am I supposed to face my colleagues at work tomorrow? I'm not talking to you anymore!" She said that, but didn't seem to leave. I thought if I didn't completely cut ties today, I might never have another chance. So I... Face to face, she felt no longer hesitant. I hugged her, kissed her, and my hands gradually slipped under her clothes, lifting her bra and directly caressing her breasts. Her breasts were well-maintained, very firm, and the nipples were hard to the touch. I touched the left and then the right, it felt so good. She shifted slightly, and I felt there was still a chance. Taking advantage of her inattention, I slipped my hand down her pants and into her underwear. She was wearing a tracksuit that day, so there was no belt or anything, it was easy. She felt me and asked me to take it out. Could I? Oh dear, her underwear was wet. I asked her how many days... She said nothing had happened for days, that she and her child had been sleeping separately for a long time. The real fun began when I touched her vulva from the edge of her underwear; it was covered in sticky fluid. I slowly slid a few fingers into her vagina. Her vagina wasn't very big yet; one in, one out. After a few thrusts, she insisted I pull my fingers out. I pulled them out, smelled my fingers, and said they smelled nice. She said they were disgusting. I asked if her husband had ever given her oral sex, and she said she never did. I said, "You just drink your breast milk, that's what we do, it's called oral sex. My husband doesn't like it when we don't give him oral sex." It was a different feeling altogether. I offered to let her have it, but she said no. I kept touching her genitals through her clothes. Luckily, she was wearing sweatpants. I put my hand on her buttocks and pulled down hard. She reacted too late; I was stronger, and she wasn't that strong. I pulled her pants and underwear down to her thighs, and I saw her vulva. Only then could she relax. I lifted her legs and put my head between her legs. Her pubic hair was sparse, yellowish, and her labia minora were very tight, not like a fat one. I ate her labia. Her clitoris was relatively small. And it was wrapped very deep, making it difficult to reach. After a while, I wanted to have sex with her, but I had just finished my business last night, and my penis wasn't very hard. When she saw me taking off my pants, she asked, "Did you wear a condom?" I said I was wearing one, but I didn't have an IUD. I was stunned; I never thought there were women who didn't use IUDs. My penis immediately went soft. I said I didn't have one, and then maybe later. I gave her a hard rub, and she said, "Next time? It's still a long way off." Because I looked very unhappy, she checked the time, quickly straightened her clothes, and sat down, saying, "Let's talk. Let's not do this anymore. I already..." Knowing this would happen, I wouldn't have come. I didn't expect you to react this way. How can I treat the child like this? I've never treated another man like this. I said, "Don't live like that your whole life. Is it okay for him to do that but not for you? Nobody says this is right. Everyone only lives once." We were talking and kissing, and I touched her breasts, which made her keep pulling my hand away. Time was almost up, and we had to go downstairs. She wanted me to go with her, arm in arm, saying we shouldn't let anyone know it was a secret. When we got to the counter, I paid the bill, and she left on her own. That was the end of my first experience in a private room.

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