Married young woman - Sister Shuang

[Married Young Woman - Sister Shuang] [The End]
My friend Shuang is a married young woman. She's 1.65 meters tall, with an oval face and large, expressive eyes. Actually, you don't even need to look at her figure; her eyes alone are very sexy. Although her figure is impeccable—straight, smooth shoulders, a neck that's neither too thick nor too thin, and long, straight, smooth hair—her breasts are almost perfectly developed. While her waist isn't exactly slender, it complements her overall figure well, and she always stands very straight. Combined with her long legs, I was fortunate enough to see her in a slit skirt; her thighs were full and rounded, and her calves were straight and long, giving her an extraordinary air. After all, she's a university English teacher.

Our relationship isn't very close; we met indirectly. Last summer, she moved into a new house and invited us over, which we gladly accepted. After admiring the cozy room, a group of friends and I sat down to play cards. She sat opposite me, wearing a V-neck t-shirt from Chanel (I believe no girl doesn't recognize this brand). Because she frequently had to reach for cards on the table, she would lean forward from time to time, and her pair of white, full breasts with a clearly defined cleavage always made my heart flutter. Soon, I was completely defeated. I helplessly threw down my cards, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed, "No, no, I can't turn this around." Hearing that I was about to give up, she smiled at me, "Don't be like that, we're having a great time. Come on, let me help you get the cards, so you can switch hands." She was truly a well-bred lady, so understanding. So, she gave her seat to the girl next to her and sat next to me. There were several people sitting on the sofa, and we were pressed tightly together, my thigh against her side hip (I was sitting further back because she had to get the cards). I could feel the pressure from her hips, which were quite firm. My erection began to tighten, blood rushing to my head. To relieve the pressure, I leaned back, which almost made my nose bleed. She was wearing low-rise pants, and every time she leaned over to grab the cards, the waistband would slip down, revealing not only her smooth, supple waist but also the barely visible edge of her buttocks. I think she was completely unaware, because she was having so much fun, occasionally leaning closer to me, mysteriously showing off the cards in her hand. At these times, her breasts were almost pressed against my arm; the combination of firmness and softness was almost unbearable, coupled with her fragrant scent… I was on the verge of collapse.

I tried hard to control myself, but my instinctive reaction was a severe test for the quality of my pants; the buttons, like my nerves, were on the verge of breaking down. Afraid of being discovered, I pretended to go get some water. After dinner, everyone left, and I followed them downstairs. Suddenly, I remembered I had left my camera at her house, so I told everyone to go ahead and went back alone. I knocked on her door, and the sight before me stunned me. She had changed into a silk slip dress, revealing her delicate shoulders and high breasts. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, the hem of which, reaching her knees, revealed her smooth, white calves. Her questioning gaze was captivating; I was momentarily speechless. I stammered out my reason for returning, and she smiled gently, saying, "You have a good memory." To me, it sounded like a coquettish rebuke, her voice sweet enough to melt anyone's heart, though I knew she meant no harm. I went inside, closing the door behind me. She didn't seem to notice, turning her back to me as she walked further in, looking for my camera. Behind her, I shamelessly admired the hem of her nightgown bulging under her full hips, and I felt an urge to lift it up. When she found the sofa, she bent down and rummaged through the cushions. I was behind her the whole time, and suddenly, a force from somewhere pushed me forward. I pretended to trip, then pounced on her—or perhaps "pounced" would be more accurate—and pressed my hand down on her buttocks. I felt the deep crevice, because my hand was almost embedded in it. I then pulled my hand up along the cleft of her buttocks. My God, the silky feel was like touching her skin. She turned around abruptly, giving me a reproachful look. Seeing that it was unintentional, she didn't seem to care and straightened her clothes. She continued searching by the TV cabinet. Perhaps she had sensed something earlier and was trying to keep her distance, but the stimulation had left me in a semi-conscious state. I gradually approached her, admiring her captivating body and inhaling her alluring fragrance. I finally couldn't control myself. I went over and grabbed her waist from behind, pressing my hard penis against her high, full buttocks. She was quite surprised and desperately tried to pry my arms off her. I held her tightly, pressed my lips to her earlobe, and gently bit it. Her body trembled, and she let out a muffled groan, struggling to break free. I pressed her against the wall, making her face down. I clasped her hands tightly with one hand, pressing them against the wall, while my other hand slid through her thin nightgown to her breasts. Her breasts bounced and swayed under my kneading, changing shape at will. I could no longer control the strength in my hands. Her voice was choked with sobs as she cried out, "What are you doing...no...ah..." She lived on the top floor with soundproof windows, so I wasn't worried about her cries being heard and didn't stop. I leaned close to her ear and said breathlessly, "I know your husband is out of town. Aren't you lonely? You're so sexy, don't you know how attractive you are to men? Don't you crave to be pampered by a man?... " Before I could finish, she shouted, "Let me go! I don't want to be forced! I..." Before she could finish, I sealed her lips with mine, kissing her forcefully. As our tongues intertwined, I sucked hard, and she could only let out a faint sob. The more she struggled, the tighter I pressed my body against hers. My hands moved from her chest down to her abdomen, her flat and soft belly, tightening and loosening with her rapid breathing. Without lingering, I continued my assault down her lower abdomen. She struggled even more, but it was all in vain. Without any resistance, I thrust between her legs, kneading her vulva through her panties. I pressed my lower body even tighter against her buttocks. To avoid my hands, she tightened her legs and arched her back. Did I mention how flexible her waist was? I stroked her waist, holding her tightly. My hard erection felt the pressure from her elastic buttocks—that feeling…

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