Seduction also requires methods

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Before the Lunar New Year, I often visited a friend's workplace, which was a branch of a mobile company. It was a privately contracted business, so the atmosphere was quite relaxed. I was
quite unrestrained there. One afternoon, I went to my friend's again, hoping to freeload a lunch. Just before closing time, a woman came in to pay her phone bill. She
arrived on an electric scooter, wearing a helmet, so I couldn't see her face clearly (because of the helmet). She was wearing a dark-colored business suit, about 1.65 meters tall, with
a slender figure. The business suit looked very good on her. She spoke with a Northeastern accent mixed with some local dialect (I'm from Shandong), which I really liked.
So I paid special attention to her every move. Because I was sitting in the lobby, and she was facing the counter, I could only see her back. While she
was talking to the cashier, I leered at her waist and buttocks, haha, my mind constantly imagining her body.

After paying the bill, she left. I watched her ride away on her electric scooter, still savoring the moment, haha, my mind wandering to all sorts of things. I'm 29
this year , married for several years, and my wife treats me very well. But I can't control myself and always want to cheat. Of course, I've had many
affairs with this woman before—online, near my workplace, in karaoke rooms, saunas, haha, to be honest, I've lost count. Karaoke rooms and saunas are
like prostitutes, let's not talk about them, it's a standard monetary transaction. As for online and near-workplace affairs, I'll talk about them another time, haha, I've successfully hooked up with several
, but I have a problem: once I get them, I want to dump them. I wonder if anyone else feels the same way.

Back to this woman, she looks about my age, definitely divorced, which I like—no worries about the future, because I
almost got hurt in this area before. (I'll talk about that another time).

After she walked away, I asked my friend to find out the phone number she used to pay her bill (this was too easy). The phone bill showed
the owner was a man, definitely her husband. I had to write down the number.

I'll find a chance to talk to her about it later, haha.

No sooner said than done, I called that afternoon, having already prepared an excuse: I'd dialed the wrong number and would try to chat sometime. Beep beep beep, nn
, no answer. My initial enthusiasm faded.

Oh well. Looks like we're not meant to be. Time to get back to what I was doing. About an hour later, I'd almost forgotten about it when the phone rang. I looked at it—her number!
I was completely at a loss. Should I answer or not? My mind was racing, but the phone was ringing. I answered, and a familiar voice came through. I was excited. She said
, "Hello, who is this? You called me?" I pretended to be confused: "Who are you? I didn't call. Who are you looking for?" She said, "I had a missed call from your number
. I didn't hear it, so I didn't answer. Who are you?" (I thought it was an acquaintance teasing her.) I said, "Oh, is that so? I was calling a friend
and dialed the wrong number. Sorry." (I was still playing the gentleman.) She said, "Oh, is that so?" I quickly replied, "I'm so sorry, it's fate.
It's nice to meet you. I wonder where you're from?" (She hesitated and didn't say where she was from, but later mentioned the city. Haha, she thought I was from out of town, so I pretended to be
innocent.) I said, "What a coincidence! Me too! Where do you work? It's really fate!" (Because she spoke Mandarin, I also chatted in broken Mandarin on the phone
, and she really didn't know where I was from, haha.) In the end, she didn't say which company she worked for, or even her last name, and the call
ended like that. Actually, I already felt that something was going to happen, so I struck while the iron was hot and sent a text message. The gist of it was that it was fate that we met, and I was very happy. I
didn't say much nonsense, and a text message came back a little while later, saying that it was fate that we met, and that we could chat again sometime. When I saw her, I was overjoyed. She
was almost certainly in my grasp. In the days that followed, I couldn't be idle. I called her constantly, chatting about everything under the sun. I learned about her workplace and her real name
(I'll call her Hong from now on, because the last character of her name is Hong). Gradually, we became very close, talking about everything. She called me "Big Brother," and we agreed to
meet soon. We hit it off immediately, but I was only interested in getting to know her. Who knew what she was thinking? The meeting time arrived.
I had already found a place—a small, private room (hehe, the city is too small; I was afraid of running into acquaintances). As the time approached, I drove my beat-up car to her
workplace to wait. It was a medium-sized garment factory, a fairly well-known brand. She worked in the finance department, doing bookkeeping and similar tasks.

When I arrived at her workplace, I was still very nervous because I hadn't seen her face yet. I only had a vague impression of her from the past. I had already decided that
if she wasn't good-looking enough, I would find an excuse to say goodbye.

Finally, it was time to leave work. The female factory workers were leaving in batches, but my dream girl still hadn't appeared! I was dizzy, anxious, and confused. Fewer and fewer people were
around. I sent her a text message telling her I'd arrived early. At that moment, I thought she might not show up. Sigh, it might be a missed opportunity. Then I
continued to observe the situation through the rearview mirror.

I saw a woman walking towards my car, still wearing that business suit (everyone in the factory office wears this, those working in the workshops wear something else; she
's a white-collar worker, haha). She was slender, carrying a bag, and had a shy smile on her face. I was pretty sure it was her. As she got into the car,
I opened the front door for her from inside, but she opened the back door herself, smiled shyly at me, and said, "Hello." I was actually quite flustered at that moment, and just blurted out
, "Hello, get in." She got into the back seat, smiled shyly again, and didn't say anything.

I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "You're off work? It's so nice to see you." She still didn't say anything, just smiled, which I guess was her response.

Now let me describe her appearance. I already mentioned her height. Around 1.65 meters. She had a ponytail, and I really don't know how to describe her face.
She looked a bit like the actress who played Guo Jingming in the new version of The Return of the Condor Heroes (Liu Yifei version). If you've seen the TV series, just imagine it yourself. Anyway, she was very pretty, and I was very satisfied,
haha (like checking out a potential partner). Her breasts were also quite prominent; I hadn't seen them yet, but I could guess just by looking through her clothes. She was exactly my
type. Let's go eat. I forgot what we talked about on the way. When we got to the hotel, I ordered some of her favorite dishes, and we chatted while eating. We talked about family, career, the past, and
children . She already had a two-year-old child. She's 27 this year, two years younger than me. We became more and more relaxed as we talked, and she even complimented me. I forgot to introduce myself
. I'm 29, 1.82 meters tall, slim, weigh 172 pounds, wear glasses, have a parted hairstyle, and my workplace is decent. I even told her the truth about
my workplace. It wasn't easy to lie, so I just gave her the real information. Unexpectedly, her cousin is actually one of my colleagues! What a coincidence! And it was a close call.
Luckily, I didn't lie to her, or I would have been exposed.

Time flies. After eating and drinking our fill, we felt closer during our conversation (at least that's how I felt). But I haven't found a chance to make things official yet.
It seemed her desires were different from mine. I just wanted to play around with her, while she seemed quite naive, only wanting to be a female friend I could talk to,
without any other ulterior motives. When I saw her off, out of malice, I said, "Let's shake hands," haha (I really had ulterior motives). Her delicate hand reached out, and I grasped it
(it was smooth and a little cool). She quickly pulled her hand away, giving me a shy smile.

I smiled foolishly too, and said goodbye.

That was our first meeting, and it felt great. I vowed to sleep with her. We kept in constant contact by phone. The most interesting thing was that she now called
me "cousin," haha, of course, because her real cousin was my colleague, so I benefited from that. However, I've always thought that "cousin" has a deeper meaning,
just like how we gay men call our female friends "cousin," which is also my motivation to continue communicating with her. Of course, I naturally started calling her "cousin" too.

Our friendship deepened considerably, with us calling each other "cousin" this and "cousin" that. We talked about everything, though I was secretly anxious but outwardly pretended not to. During this time, I learned about
her relationship and the trivial matters between her and her husband. It seemed they weren't getting along well, and she had many complaints about him. Heh, this was my chance! It was like
the saying, "Flies don't land on eggs without cracks." Whenever she expressed dissatisfaction with her husband, I naturally sided with her, echoing her
complaints.

One day, I was taking a nap at home when I suddenly received a text from her inviting me out. (Damn, this girl finally betrayed me! Heh, well, I, the
gentleman won't hold back.) I quickly called back, asking where we'd meet. (A date.) I learned over the phone that we'd meet at a park near her house. (Damn, she's really bold, is
n't she afraid of being seen? I'm afraid, though!) Whatever, I'll go and see.

I drove my beat-up old car and arrived at the agreed-upon spot in no time. She hadn't arrived yet, so I waited. Hehe (I even washed my face and brushed
my teeth before coming). She arrived shortly after, but I was disappointed. She did come, but damn it, she brought her son in a little tricycle! I
cursed inwardly, "What's the meaning of this? Why bring this little third wheel?" My heart sank; it seemed like I had no chance today. But I also tried to justify it, maybe it was
just a cover. Oh well, whatever. We chatted casually, and since it was winter and the park wasn't crowded, I felt a little more relaxed
(because the city is small, I was afraid of running into acquaintances). Her child was quite fun, and I tried to play with him too. The child was happy to play with me, and Hong was very pleased, praising me for being good with
children. Hehe, I accepted it all with a smile (this was one of my tactics). After playing for a while, I realized I had no chance to make a move, and my desire to leave grew stronger.
I made up an excuse and left.

Time flies, it's Chinese New Year already. We've both been busy, only exchanging New Year's greetings via text message (she sent many of the messages first).
Because we both have families, I haven't had much time for her. The New Year passed uneventfully, and soon it was back to work, routine and predictable.

It snowed today, a moderate snowfall. I love snow (although the snowstorm in the south was severe, we still got this long-awaited snow). It's
afternoon now, and seeing the snow outside showing no signs of stopping, I wondered what she was doing. Wouldn't it be wonderful to see her out and enjoy the snow? It's been a while since I've seen her. Thinking this, I picked up the phone
and texted her. It went smoothly; she agreed. Hehe, no sooner said than done, I drove my old car and picked her up easily at her workplace. She was still in the back seat,
still smiling shyly. I love that smile (I really wanted to kiss her). We were delighted to meet, exchanging blessings and greetings. We carefully drove to
a reservoir on the outskirts of the city. The scenery was truly enchanting; snowflakes were falling heavily, and there was hardly anyone else around. Everything was covered in a blanket of white. We stopped the car, and I naturally
sat in the back seat (she didn't look at me). Of course, there was still space between us. She was silent, with the window open, quietly watching
the snowflakes . Perhaps she was also moved by the scene. I followed her gaze, also quietly watching. Neither of us spoke. The snow continued to fall softly, and the car
was quiet. My thoughts returned to reality, but I really didn't want to speak, afraid of disturbing the tranquility.

Seeing her turn her head to look out the window, it was so beautiful—beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I really wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I took out my phone and sent
her a text message—just four words… Just a few seconds later, her phone rang, and my heart leaped into my throat. I was so excited, watching her take out her phone
to check her messages. In that instant, I saw her body tremble slightly, and she gave a shy smile—a smile she gave while turning her head to look out the window. I felt it;
she smiled. (Those who have read this far, feel free to discuss what she was thinking with that smile.) I was overjoyed. Was my dream about to come true today? It was a pity I came in such
a rush and hadn't prepared properly. She remained silent, still facing the window. I guessed her mind wasn't at peace either. I couldn't just stand there like an idiot .
I had to move. My right hand gently rested on her right shoulder—really gently, as if I was afraid she'd notice. Actually, only the dead wouldn't notice. I
clearly felt her tremble slightly, but she seemed oblivious. Hehe, I guess her
mind Hehehehehe, today I finally got it! I used my right hand to pull her closer, but to my surprise, she resisted.
I didn't hesitate and pulled her even tighter. A woman's strength is no match for a man's. She cried out, "Cousin, what are you doing?" Damn,
I thought to myself, "Does that even need asking?" I replied, "Cousin, I want to kiss you. No, no, like this, cousin, let me go! We shouldn't do this!" She struggled violently. I looked at her
and sighed. It seemed she really didn't want me to kiss her today. Actually, I'm not the kind of person who forces things. I thought, "Forget it, let's
take it slow." I let go. "

Why are you doing this? Don't you know this will ruin your image in my eyes, cousin?" (Damn, what's going on here? I just wanted to sleep with
you, but you still think I'm innocent? Damn!) I pretended to be ashamed and said, "Hong, I just wanted to kiss you. After knowing each other for so long,
can't you even grant me this small request?" She said, "Cousin, let's not do this. I'll never be able to face you again, really."

(Damn, is it really that bad? Did I misjudge her? Are you really that naive? Do you really think our relationship is just pure friendship? Damn,
why I always run into this? Are you trying to have your cake and eat it too?) I don't remember what I said after that, but I really started to doubt my own judgment
. I even despised my own actions. What was I doing? All I knew was to go for it! Would I die if I didn't? Turns out,
there's . Sigh... After that blow, I became less proactive than before, rarely contacting her. Maybe I felt unworthy of her
; I was evil, she was perfect. For almost a month, we seemed to have lost contact, and I was slowly forgetting her. (Pure friendship, pure...)
Do you believe in platonic friendships between men and women, or even between married men and women? I don't, and I can't do it either. The key is, I'm not
that kind of person. Maybe some of you can, but I absolutely cannot. Once, at a drinking party, I'd almost finished a small bottle of liquor, around 7:30 PM. My phone
suddenly got a text message. These days there are so many spam messages, I ignored it, didn't even look at it, and continued drinking. Another text message came. Let's see,
two messages. The first one was from her, the second from her. (Wow, what does this mean? Everyone, please judge.) I was secretly pleased, thinking, "Damn, this girl is finally
unreliable, she misses her cousin." I didn't reply immediately, I'd reply later. Actually, it wasn't long before I couldn't rely on myself anymore, so I left the room to call back. Actually, I was
already quite drunk, my tongue was slurred. Her familiar voice came from the other end of the line, still so sweet. "Cousin, I miss you. Why haven't you called
your sister ?" (We used to joke like this all the time, I'm used to it.) I stammered and said a lot. Basically, I missed you too,
but I've been busy lately. I learned on the phone that she changed jobs and started working at a boutique (because the factory makes clothes, and large garment factories all have
their own brand boutiques). I finally said I'd come find you and talk. (I'm sorry now, I didn't really have good intentions). I hurriedly ended the drinking session and
went there, slightly drunk. There weren't many people in the store, but her colleagues were there, and I felt embarrassed to go in with a red face and a thud. I called her and asked her
to come out . She didn't answer, but she came out of the store and saw me, casually beckoning me in. I didn't want to go in, but then I thought, if she's not afraid,
why should I be? So I went in. I went inside, pretending to look at clothes, touching and looking at this and that. Her colleagues were all staring at me, no wonder, my face must have been terribly red
. She walked around with me, as if recommending clothes. I really regretted coming in, I felt like a fool. After a while, several groups of
customers , and I made an excuse to leave. I was still upset, I couldn't leave empty-handed. I called her again from my car. I told her I was waiting for her in the car, and she told me to go first. I said no,
you have to come out. She said okay, it's almost time to get off work, I'll come out after I get off work. A few minutes later, I saw her come out. She looked exceptionally beautiful under the lights. My lust was aroused.
I opened the front door and gestured for her to get in. She just leaned into the car and said, "You're drunk, take your time going home." I said, "I have something to tell you,
come closer." After hearing this, she leaned even closer, and I grabbed her neck and kissed her cheek. She tried to struggle, but I was too strong, and
she had no chance. She lay back in the car, and we kissed for about seven or eight seconds. I kissed her from her face to her ear, and then tried to kiss her lips, but she kept shaking her head, and
the position was too awkward. Seeing how much she struggled, I let go, and she went back to the shop without looking back. I was still savoring her
scent and the smoothness of her face. Hehe, it was so wonderful. I managed to kiss her, even if the scene wasn't very nice. Well, tonight wasn't a waste. After

sitting for a while, I called her again. I really didn't know what to say. At first, she didn't answer, so I kept calling. She answered first, and now she doesn't even call me
"cousin" clueless and replied, "How am I disrespectful to you? I like you, of course I want to kiss you. Is kissing you
wrong?"

(I was ready to throw caution to the wind, I was determined to get what I wanted, whatever, I'd make things clear tonight.) She didn't respond, and I chuckled inwardly.
After a while, she said, "You just don't respect me. The streetlights were so bright outside, and so many people were passing by. Everyone saw you doing that. Do you think you respect me?"
(Hearing this, I laughed. Oh, so that's it. She doesn't blame me for kissing her, she blames me for kissing her in public. Hehe, this is going to be interesting.) I replied, "Then next time,
find a secluded place to kiss me." Hehe. There was silence on the other end. Hehe, it seems she really can't do anything about me. After a while, she continued, "My husband came to pick me
up , didn't you see? You were still in the shop then." (Upon hearing this, I thought, "Oh no, thank goodness I didn't run into him, I'm outta here.") I quickly said goodbye and ran away.

A few days ago, I was bored and called her several times, but she didn't answer. Honestly, I'm tired of this marathon; it's dragging on without a result. I'm
already quite annoyed, and now she won't even answer my calls! She's really asking for it. I texted her: "Why aren't you answering my calls? I'm sending
you this text. If you don't reply, then goodbye, although I don't want to say goodbye..." A moment later, she texted back: "If you want to see me again
, then goodbye. Anyway, this is what you've been wanting to say all along..." I read the text and thought, "Damn, she's passed the buck to me, haha." But judging from the text, it seems she doesn't want to
see me again. Damn, I'll definitely fuck her when I get the chance. I immediately replied: "I really, really want to see you. You're the one who wants to say goodbye..." About half a minute later,
the phone rang. It was her. She said, "Okay, okay, don't be angry. I was just teasing you. I'm just really busy with work. Don't be angry, you big man."
Hehe... When I heard that, I thought, "Not bad, there's a chance, there really is a chance!" So I used that as an excuse to back down. I said, "When are you free? Let's go out and have some fun. We haven't sat down alone
in ages .

" She said, "I've been really busy with work lately. I'll definitely call you when I have time, okay?"

I said, "Okay, I'll wait for your call." (My tone was angry and disappointed, she could definitely tell.) I hung up.

Friday afternoon (this week), I called her again and asked her to dinner that night. She said it was her dad's birthday tonight, and she really didn't have time. When I heard that, I thought, "It's
her dad's birthday, that's a big deal. I can't force her because of my lewd affair," so I just wished her dad a long and healthy life. She thanked me for a long time, and I could tell
she was genuinely happy that I said that. Later, as we were chatting, she suddenly said she had a day off tomorrow. When I heard that, I thought, "Wow, you finally have time!" I quickly said, "Then let's
go out and ." She said, "We'll see, maybe not." Then she asked me, "Where should we go?"

My mind raced, and I quickly said, "Let's go see the sea!" She thought for a moment and said, "I'm not sure I can go. Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" I said, "Okay." Before
hanging up, I gave her dad a few well wishes. (This time, it was genuine, haha.) After hanging up, I thought to myself that it was almost certain to work
out. I needed to prepare, ask for leave, and make up a story with my family (I won't go into details about this). My city isn't by the sea. If I wanted to see the sea, I'd have to go to another city, about an hour and a half drive,
not too far, only about a hundred kilometers. Hehe, I took a shower and changed my clothes last night, mainly my underwear (hehe, I need to be clean, otherwise women won't love me on Saturdays). I left
early , first hanging up the phone, then she said she could come today. I said, "Then I'll pick you up near your house." She said, "No need, I'll wait for
you at this place, probably in an hour." I figured it wouldn't be long before eight o'clock, so I said, "Then nine o'clock, see you then."

I drove my beat-up car straight to the pharmacy. You all must be wondering, why did I go to the pharmacy? Hehe, I went to the pharmacy to buy medicine—medicine for sex,
hehe. It's not that I'm bad at sex; to be honest, I'm just an ordinary person, nothing special, just average. But when my wife and I are intimate, it's usually...
I'll reach orgasm. I usually don't want to do it again after one ejaculation. I bought the pills just to prolong sex and improve my sexual ability, because I'm afraid I'll ejaculate
too quickly . After buying the pills, I also bought a box of condoms. The ultra-thin kind.

It's still early, I'll go to the agreed-upon place and wait, hehe. So beautiful. But then again, I might not be able to get her today, I'll just have to wait and see. Hehe.
Fate.

The bus stops and goes, one after another. It's almost time, why hasn't she come yet? No rush. Hehe.

Keep waiting. Let me tell you about the weather here, it's really great today, sunny, few clouds, and not too windy. The temperature has clearly risen.
It's really a blessing from heaven, thank you God, I've got the perfect timing. Hehe, she's here, she got off the bus, wow, she's dressed very beautifully today, probably to show
me respect. Hehe. Let me tell you about her outfit. She was dressed head-to-toe in blue jeans—specifically, a denim skirt underneath, flesh-colored tights, and a small, unbuttoned denim
jacket . Underneath, she wore a tight pink cotton top that accentuated her ample bust. To be honest, her
bust was neither large nor small, just average. She wore brown knee-high boots. The skirt reached her knees, and the flesh-colored tights against her legs looked
stunning , quite alluring. She carried a small bag, and her hairstyle was the same as before, braided. She smiled at me as soon as she got out of the car, seemingly a little shy,
but still sat in the back.

We drove off, heading towards the sea. The ride was cheerful, and I kept praising her sexiness (I'm quite bold, even using the word "sexy"). She just smiled
shyly and said I was talking nonsense. Halfway through the journey, I asked her to sit in the front.

She hesitated for a while, but I insisted she sit there. While driving, I kept glancing at her legs (I love looking at legs in stockings). I
deliberately took her hand; she struggled for a moment, but because I was holding it too tightly, she couldn't break free and stopped resisting. She just reminded me to drive carefully, but barely looked at
me, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

After a while, my fingers rubbed her palm. Feeling unsatisfied, I put my hand on her knee, wanting to touch her leg; I also really liked
the texture of stockings. But she seemed to firmly push my hand away, as if she really didn't want the handshake to continue. She didn't force the handshake anymore and focused on driving. After

more than an hour, we arrived at this beautiful seaside city and soon reached the seaside park. I got out of the car and naturally took her hand, and she didn't resist.
We walked and looked around happily (I won't go into details, but we strolled like lovers). In the middle of it, I kissed her cheek without her noticing, and she pushed
me away. Haha, it's 12 o'clock. Let's find a place to eat. I deliberately chose a restaurant with a hotel. She kept complaining that I had to eat at such a fancy
place. I chuckled to myself; I had an ulterior motive.

I didn't dare drink alcohol during the meal because the medication I was taking was contraindicated. I secretly took the medication when I had a chance. After we finished eating and drinking, I suggested that we find
a room . As I spoke, I looked at her and saw that she looked embarrassed but didn't say anything. I was secretly pleased. I did as I said and led her
to the front desk, asking for a room with a bathroom. It wasn't too expensive, only 100 yuan. We had to check out at 5 pm.

I insisted on taking her hand and led her into the room. The environment was okay. We turned on the TV and sat side by side on the bed to watch TV. I was absent-minded, stealing glances at her expression.
She was staring blankly at the TV. I put one arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my arms. She tried to push away my arm,
saying No, no, no,

" her expression panicked as she tried to break free. I used my other arm to pull her body down onto the bed, pressing her body beneath me. I
then took both of her hands and tried to kiss her on the lips. She kept saying, "Get up, don't do this," turning her head away to stop me from kissing her while
struggling. To be honest, I was exhausted but also very excited; by then, I was already hard. I kept saying, "I missed you so much. Hong, I'm sorry." My mouth
continued its assault, kissing her ear, her face, and her lips. When I kissed her, her mouth was tightly closed, and she made soft humming sounds through her nose because she couldn't open it.
She was still struggling; I really wondered how she had so much strength. I took her hands above her head, holding one of them, and used my right hand to reach for
her breasts through her clothes. Soft and not enough, so I slipped my hand inside her clothes, squeezing into her bra, finally able to truly touch her breasts. Not bad, one hand was
n't enough to squeeze them all, so I squeezed harder, touching this one and that one, gently pinching her nipples. Heh, women will be women; I don't know if she was exhausted
or excited by my touch, but she stopped resisting, her teeth opening, and my tongue plunged in, intertwining with hers. My left
hand remained on her hands, not daring to relax. My right hand lifted her clothes, revealing her breasts, and I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking. Her breasts
were a little loose, after all, she was a woman with children, but the nipples weren't dark, still very pretty. They were still quite elastic. While kissing her breasts,
my right hand moved down, easily lifting her skirt. My right hand first touched her thigh; I really liked the feel of stockings (she was wearing pantyhose). I slowly touched her, gradually moving
upwards , touching her genitals through her pantyhose. Her legs were now tightly clamped around my hand; I loved the feeling. I released her hand, and she offered no resistance. I
kissed her lips forcefully, and she cooperated, hugging me and welcoming my kisses. My right hand pressed against her genitals, rubbing her clitoris through the pantyhose.
She started moaning. I continued rubbing her clitoris, and sometimes her body trembled with excitement. I knew she was aroused. I kissed her lips hard
, and my hands began to undress myself, then hers. She cooperated, and I quickly removed her top.
I sat up, embracing her breasts and kissing them excitedly. She lay there enjoying herself, eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased. After a while, my hands moved downwards again,
slipping inside her pantyhose and easily touching her genitals. The hair was soft and fluffy; as I expected, her genitals were already soaking wet. I pressed a finger against her vulva, pushing
it in forcefully, clearly feeling her vagina gripping my finger tightly with each thrust. I kissed her stomach, kissing it little by little. Unfortunately, she had
a scar from childbirth on her stomach; although it had healed fairly well, it was still easily visible, and there was still some fat on her stomach, making her look less slender than when she was clothed.

I stopped kissing the scar and continued kissing her breasts... I got up and started taking off my pants, until I was completely naked. At the same time, she started taking off her shoes, skirt, and
pantyhose. I helped her take them off, leaving only her white briefs. Hehe, her vulva was soaking wet and visibly wet. We lay down, and I kissed her lips,
one arm around her, the other pulling down her briefs. She obediently used her legs to help me pull them down. I wanted to see what her vulva looked like, and just as I was about to peek,
as if she sensed something, she grabbed my hand, her small mouth pressed against mine, her arms tightly holding me. Since she wouldn't let me see, then I wouldn't. Let's get down to business. I pressed her down...
I spread her legs and, with practiced ease, thrust my penis inside her. She let out a soft "oh," her lower body moving in sync with my movements, her mouth making moaning
sounds. You know, her vagina was quite tight—that's one of the benefits of a C-section. Hehe, her vagina was tightening and squeezing, it felt so good. I was so excited,
damn it, I was so weak. I really wanted to ejaculate. The pills weren't working. I was so dizzy. I stopped and continued kissing her, hehe, but her legs were still tightly wrapped around mine,
her buttocks were still moving, and her vagina was still tightening and squeezing. Damn, I couldn't take it. I asked her if I could ejaculate inside.

She said it was her safe period, so it was okay. It seemed like she knew I was about to ejaculate, because her movements weren't as vigorous. She kissed my neck.

Very gently, sometimes kissing my ears. I could clearly feel her passion, and I got even more excited. I couldn't take it anymore, and I fucked her hard, plop plop, she
responded with moans. There were sounds like she was about to cry; she seemed very excited too.

I told her I was going to cum, and she held my buttocks with both hands, helping me thrust harder, her hips moving up and down fiercely, moaning softly. I sped up, and I could see
she was about to climax; her face was flushed. "Oh, oh, I'm coming!" she cried out loudly, or rather, a satisfied cry—it felt so good. Even after I finished, I didn't stop,
continuing to thrust into her. She moaned loudly, and perhaps because my penis was getting smaller, her moans subsided. I was tired too, so I stopped and lay on top of her, panting heavily
. She was also panting. After a while, I got off her. I suggested we shower together, and she agreed. We went to the bathroom together, and
surprisingly, the hotel had hot water readily available. While showering, I kept touching her here and there. Looking at her now, her figure was quite good; her breasts
weren't sagging too badly, and her nipples weren't too big—perfect. Her areolas were pink, except for the scar on her stomach and the little bit of extra fat. Her pubic hair
wasn't very thick. You couldn't see her genitals when she was standing, and she wouldn't let me see them properly, so I could only touch them.

After washing up, we both got into bed naked. I hugged her, and she lay on my chest, talking to me while playing with my nipples with her fingers. Hehe,
so exciting, but my penis didn't react and remained limp. I touched her smooth back with one hand—yes, her skin was so smooth, so beautiful—and squeezed
her breast with the other. I said, "Give me a kiss," and she actually listened, focusing on kissing my nipples. I said, "Give me a good kiss, let me enjoy it." I really
didn't make a mistake choosing this woman. She gently kissed my ears, neck, nipples, and stomach. When she kissed my stomach, my whole body tensed up. Oh my god, so comfortable! My penis was starting to feel a little aroused, but not yet.
I said, "Hong, let's be a little more open today. Kiss me down there." She held my penis in one hand, looked up, and said, "No, I don't know how." I said, "We've already washed
up, so just kiss me." She seemed very determined, only kissing my stomach and not moving any further down. I got impatient, grabbed her head with both hands, leaned her body upwards, and
pressed her head against my penis. Haha, my penis rubbed against her face. Strangely enough, I don't know if it was the effect of the drug or what, but now my penis was big and
hard. At first, she whimpered and didn't want to kiss me, but after a while, it seemed she didn't want to resist anymore, and she opened her mouth and took my penis in. Damn, it felt so good. My penis was swollen and
a little painful. Her tongue wrapped around my glans, moving up and down, making sounds. After a while, she stuck out her tongue and kissed the base of my penis, licking it from the head up and down.
Then she kissed my testicles, taking one of them into her mouth. Damn. It felt so good. She's really good at it. Especially when she's holding my testicles in her mouth, it's hard to describe, but it just feels so good. I
enjoyed for a while, then pulled her buttocks over, making sure her vagina was facing my mouth, and hugged her back. Now I could see her vulva clearly. It was very tender, her labia pink
, clearly the result of a woman who hadn't had sex much. It was glistening, wet, and smelled wonderful. I kissed it immediately. Wow, so beautiful, soft and
delicate . I thrust my tongue deep into her vulva, and she moaned as she sucked on my penis, sometimes spitting it out and panting heavily. Her vulva
was so wet, it felt amazing. I said, "Let's do it." You're on top, and she half-squatted, straddling me, her hands guiding my penis as she slowly slid it into her vulva. She clung to me,
her hips moving, her hands gripping my shoulders, moaning softly. I tilted my hips upwards too, and after five or six minutes she climaxed, her body still. I, however, had no
intention She stopped moving, but I kept moving, haha. That's what a man should do.

I turned her over and made her crawl on the bed. I fucked her from behind, holding her waist and thrusting into her repeatedly. At first, she cooperated, but then it seemed she
had another orgasm, her arms were strong, and she was practically lying on the bed. I held her buttocks and thrust hard, deep and forceful, all the way in. Seeing that she couldn't take it anymore,
I made her lie down, lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders, and continued thrusting, spreading her legs wide, spreading them wide, and thrusting harder and harder. She could only
scream. I felt really great. Hehe, her hair was disheveled, her face was red, even her breasts were red. I held her slender legs and
thrust , her eyes closed, moaning, her vagina full of water, squelching. I asked her, "Are you comfortable?" She hummed in response. I thrust harder into her, lowering her legs and straddling
her, rhythmically penetrating her. After a while, I felt like ejaculating too. I told her I was going to ejaculate, and I held her shoulders tightly,
using She used her last bit of strength to cooperate, and I ejaculated. It felt so good, and she stopped moving. It was truly exhausting

. We lay there for a while, me holding her, occasionally kissing the ends of her hair. She smelled so good. Hehe, I finally fucked her, and I fucked her hard,
and she was still satisfied. Hehe. She even told me that she gets so wet when she's with me, hehe.

After washing up, we'll be there. Of course, our relationship is already more than just ordinary. In the car, she doesn't object to me touching her wherever I want. So good.

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