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That day, when I ran into her at the pub, I could already sense she was a little tipsy. But my carefully planned attempt to take advantage
of her kept getting thwarted by her subtle gestures. Her eyes sparkled with allure, and her excitement
subtly infected me.
I desperately wanted a night with her, so… I steeled myself and kept offering her drinks, one after another. She…
didn't refuse, but revealed an unexpected naturalness and genuineness.
I gradually became confused. Did I want her body? Or her soul? The music slowed down, and
she wiped the sweat from her body, giving me a silly smile.
'I can't drink anymore! Thank you for what you offered.' She finished speaking, picked up her purse, and gave me a slight
smile.
'It's nice to see you again tonight… I didn't expect… you'd try to get me drunk…' she said.
Startled by her words, I quickly explained, 'No! I didn't mean to get you drunk…' Seeing you dance so happily
has stirred my excitement too! Don't misunderstand! I just... felt the atmosphere too. '
She raised her eyebrows, gave me a distrustful look, and then insisted on leaving.
For two consecutive weekends, I went to the same pub, but she was nowhere to be seen. I felt a little
down; a little melancholy. I watched the alluring women flirting with me, but I remained unmoved. Disappointed, I
paid the bill, chatted with the bartender for a bit, and before leaving, I ran into her at the door.
Her clothes didn't look like she was going out, and she looked quite haggard. She greeted me first:
'Hi~! What a coincidence, are you leaving already?'
I chuckled awkwardly: 'Um~ almost, you're late today!'
A hint of contradiction and embarrassment flashed across her face. 'Oh... well... goodbye!'
With that, she pushed open the door and went into the pub. I...fought with reason and lust,
but still decided to go back to the bar.
She chose a seat near the bar, ordered a cocktail that looked like a jumbled mess, and furtively
asked the bartender before finding out it was a "Long Island Iced Tea." Holy crap! A cloudy, pale brown drink
containing more than five different spirits.
She slowly sipped it, her eyes radiating a captivating light. I involuntarily
walked over to her and sat down beside her.
"I...I've been waiting for you for two weeks, and today you...seem a bit strange..."
She looked up, giving me a nonchalant smile. "Hehe~~You're so patient!"
Her nonchalant smile sent a slight shiver down my spine. Could it be...she
...?
I mustered my courage and said, "For the sake of my two-week wait, don't drink anymore. I'll buy you
coffee, how about it?"
She held up her hand, glanced at her watch, and said, "Hmm~Okay!" "Where to drink is up to you, but I
have to !"
Without a word, I paid the bill for her, pulled her along, and headed towards my car. She
didn't resist at all, letting me hold her hand the whole way.
Driving aimlessly, I had no idea where else could I find a quiet place to have a coffee at night.
She seemed to sense my hesitation, and lowered her head to think for a moment…
"You live alone?"
Wow!! She's willing to come to my place! Oh~~ (inner elation) But I couldn't show it too obviously.
"Yeah, I'm single, and I have some instant coffee at home, if you don't mind…"
She looked up at the car window. "Let's go! Let's go to your place, don't wander around aimlessly."
Filled with a burning desire, I drove quickly towards my place. Upon arriving at our lodgings, I symbolically
brewed two cups of awful instant coffee, which she seemed to thoroughly enjoy. Unable to contain myself, I moved closer to
her, signaling that we could begin.
I led her back to the bedroom, then turned and greedily kissed her. She responded passionately. My
hands traced her back, eventually reaching her round, firm buttocks below her waist. Her soft, elastic
flesh was covered by a nylon skirt. I pulled up the skirt and rubbed inside, feeling
the smooth texture of her buttocks through the stockings!
Our lips intertwined intensely, igniting our mutual need and desire. I pushed her down onto the bed,
carefully admiring her appearance before sex. Her shy yet eager expression only
intensified my already erection.

I lay on my side beside her, carefully unbuttoning her brown button-down sweater, one button at a time. Before
me lay a half-exposed, snow-white bosom, encased in a pale yellow lace-trimmed bra.
A deep cleavage peeked between her breasts. I couldn't resist kissing her chest, simultaneously reaching behind her back to find the
bra clasp. With one hand, I unhooked the bra, and her two smooth, tender breasts
bounced before my eyes.
My hand then moved to her abdomen, tracing her smooth abdominal muscles until I found the skirt clasp.
After , I gently pulled the skirt down, and she arched her back to allow me to easily remove her black pantyhose
. She was left only in a pale yellow silk pantyhose, low-waisted, with a small, light purple flower embroidered near
her navel .
Looking at her smooth, shapely figure, I could no longer restrain myself and quickly stripped off my own clothes. I buried
myself naked between her legs, kissing the little flower on her panties, then slowly
pulled down her yellow panties. She raised her legs high, allowing me to easily pull them off. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse
of the groove hidden between her labia beneath her thick pubic hair. I brought my mouth to hers, sticking out my tongue and beginning to stroke and suckle into the groove.
My tongue skill drew out her flowing nectar, and seeing her love juices overflowing passionately, I prepared
to insert my long-erect member, to savor this warm, moist embrace. As I stood up, I saw her face flushed
, her expression incredibly alluring. Without a word, I straightened my penis and slowly pushed it into her wet opening.
A wave of tingling pleasure immediately assaulted the head of my penis. Her vagina was so tight! I watched as her expression showed
both pleasure and pain. She grabbed my arm, panting, and said, 'Slower...slower.'
Could it be a virgin?! I'm not one to destroy young seedlings. Judging from her age and demeanor, she's definitely
not a virgin. I slowly pushed forward, little by little, without breaking through anything, and smoothly my entire penis was submerged in her.
Inside her warm little hole. Seeing her expression, which was gradually becoming excited again, I mustered my courage and increased my speed.
I knelt down, thrusting into her lower body in a prone position. She now wore a sweet, happy, and
intoxicated smile as she moved in and out. She hugged the back of my neck, murmuring excitedly and rapidly.
I felt waves of hot fluid constantly pouring over my "little head." I excitedly thrust
into her flower core again and again. With each impact, the walls of her hole contracted and sucked fiercely. I could hardly
bear her narrow, wet hole
anymore, so I desperately charged and sprinted towards the core! I was like a wild beast without a leash, frantically humiliating and controlling my prey. Under my
extreme brutality, she seemed to burst forth like a flood, gushing out boiling orgasmic fluid, and I continued to glide in the estuary
. The passionate, surging waves of passion, hot and scalding, assaulted my manhood. My little head finally couldn't resist and spat
out a gush of pent-up white foam.
After our passionate lovemaking, I unknowingly fell asleep from exhaustion. I didn't wake up until the middle of the night to
find she was already gone. I felt a slight sense of loss, but didn't dwell on it, thinking...it's just one night!
It's always like this!
The next morning, in the office, I received many envious and mocking glances from my colleagues. Puzzled, I went
to the restroom to look in the mirror to see if I looked unusual.
Wow! My neck was covered in hickeys! I quickly pulled at my collar and awkwardly returned
to the office to continue my workday. After a hurried clock-out at work, I stormed back home,
cursing under my breath:
"Damn it! She pulled this stunt, pretending to be innocent last night! Pretending to be in pain because she's not a virgin! And then she gave me a hickey, making
me look bad."
As soon as I got home, I angrily changed the sheets, trying to erase the memory of last night. But just as I
pulled up the sheets, a piece of paper fluttered in the air. I caught it in surprise, unfolded it, and read:
"My kisses left marks on your body like hickeys, and
they have left . When you discover my hickeys on your body, before they fade, can I
still continue?"
After reading the note, I took off my shirt and trousers. Wow! Besides my neck, my chest, my
stomach, my legs were covered in hickeys!
She...? What does she mean? Does she intentionally want to prevent me from having contact with other women?
Or...?
I abandoned the idea of changing the sheets, hoping to preserve the warmth of last night, and decided that I
must .
I want to know her! I want to understand her better...

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