The moans of a mature woman

I met Lin at a party. She was in her thirties, very beautiful, with a slim waist and full breasts, possessing a sexy and alluring figure. You could say Lin was the kind of woman who would ignite a man's fantasies at first sight. I was no exception; she deeply attracted my attention. We seemed to be destined for each other; when we parted, I felt a pang of reluctance. From her eyes, I could sense that she felt the same way.

I'm a womanizer—most men these days seem to be—I have a strong possessive desire for beautiful women—I believe many men share this desire. When I pursue women—what's fashionable now is "picking up girls"—I have a persistent spirit. Many men don't possess this quality; they mostly have the desire but not the courage. I have both the desire and the courage.

Modern communication tools have shortened the distance between people, making it almost nonexistent. A phone call, a few greetings, and we started dating. We were both adults; we both knew what we were going to do together. On our second date, while drinking coffee, she casually gave me some hints. She told me that her husband was going back to his hometown that weekend, and she didn't want to go. Of course I understand the meaning of that sentence; otherwise, I'd be out of my mind.

It was the weekend, and a light drizzle was falling. The streetlights hanging from the lampposts cast a silvery glow, coldly observing the world.

I like rainy days; they create a romantic atmosphere for lovers. After dinner, we nestled under an umbrella, strolling in the drifting rain.

Soon we arrived at a building, and I told her it was my old apartment. Lin smiled and asked why we came here. I said I didn't know; perhaps Cupid had led us here. Lin then asked if I was sure I would definitely come upstairs with her. Looking at her smiling face, I didn't hesitate any longer. I closed the umbrella, picked her up, and said, "Yes, tonight you're mine." She didn't struggle, wrapping her arms around my neck and whispering coquettishly in my ear, "You're so decisive."

Very true; women need men to conquer them, I understand that.

I stopped on the third floor. Lin clung tightly to my neck, showing no intention of getting down. I struggled to open the door, feigning anger as I told her to wait until I got inside and teach her a lesson. She chuckled lasciviously and said, "Sure, if you can handle that."

I've lived here for almost ten years. When I moved to a new place, almost nothing was moved. Once inside, I didn't turn on the light, carrying her straight to the bedroom.

Outside, a light drizzle was falling, like weeping tears. With a pounding heart, we began to kiss in the darkness. A long kiss, as if an eternity. Our lips met tightly, our tongues eagerly exploring each other, then entwining and swirling, unwilling to separate. At the same time, my hands were restless, gently caressing her breasts. The feel told me there was something I couldn't resist beneath her thin clothing. Sure enough, when I slipped my hands inside her clothes, a pair of full breasts encircled my grasp. Although there was a bra in between, I could feel that it wasn't padded. I didn't unbutton it; there was no rush—sex isn't simply a few minutes of physical release; it's a process, a fusion of souls. Those who understand sex will fully immerse themselves in it, slowly savoring and appreciating the pleasure it brings.

My kisses never stopped. I could feel her body trembling.

Finally, amidst her panting moans, she cried out: "Take me, take me now." At that moment, she truly belonged to me. Her heart, her body, she wanted me to possess her.

I turned on the bedside lamp, and instantly, the entire room was bathed in a hazy pink light, adding an atmosphere of ambiguity and romance.

Buttons were undone one by one, and I kissed every inch of skin that was gradually exposed; they were smooth and lustrous, radiating a glow that made my heart race in the dim light. Suddenly, Lin grabbed my hand—I was going to unbutton her skirt. A woman's shyness is an innate instinct, so I stopped and continued kissing her.

After a while, her hand relaxed, and she moaned and gasped.

Her bra was pulled open, revealing a pair of large, plump, white breasts. Cherry-like nipples trembled, and my blood rushed through my veins. I eagerly grabbed them, playing with and kneading them in my hands.

The last piece of clothing was removed, and she was presented naked before me. It was a beautiful, voluptuous, and mature body, exuding a faint fragrance, like a natural beauty. Her skin was fair and smooth, her curves graceful and exquisite, her hips full and round—all captivating and alluring, radiating irresistible sexiness and temptation.

I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and suckled at her bright red nipple. My hands roamed over her waist and hips. Her waist was slender and supple, its curves flowing naturally to her rounded hips. Her hips were beautifully shaped, full but not bloated, soft and elastic.

Lin let out a soft moan. Her hands began to gently stroke my head, like a mother tenderly caressing her child.

I took her other breast into my mouth, while one hand kneaded the tender, alluring nipple of the breast I had just caressed. My other hand slid down, reaching the thick, moist pubic hair. The black pubic hair was soft and smooth, like a secluded orchid in a valley, carrying a touch of mystery and elegance. After a moment, my hand ventured deeper into the valley, beginning its exploration—but I found it tightly gripped.

This was a woman's last struggle, and I knew exactly what to do. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pulled her into my arms—another long, passionate kiss, my other hand roaming between her full, rounded legs.

Lin closed her beautiful eyes, intoxicated by my deep caresses. Her snow-white, delicate body rose and melted with each wave of my caresses. Her

tightly closed legs slowly opened towards me. My hand touched the depths of the valley, where a vast expanse of water already lay. I caressed her, kneading her labia, teasing her clitoris, and then I inserted my fingers deep inside.

Lin, like a snake, began to writhe, arching her body and raising her plump buttocks to meet my fingers.

My mouth left her lips, kissing my way down her snow-white neck, full breasts, smooth abdomen, and thick pubic hair, finally reaching my destination. It was a wonderful place, tender, smooth, warm, irresistible, and intoxicating.

Even more exquisite was the faint fragrance emanating from the depths of that flower garden—I felt as if I had kissed her when I opened her body, but only now did I realize the fragrance was coming from here. I knew it was the scent of a special perfume, slightly pungent, pleasant, and richly fragrant—Lin had put a lot of thought into this date, which touched me deeply. My tongue began to wander around her and her thighs, my hands caressing her plump, white buttocks. My tongue traced the thick labia, stopping at her clitoris. Her clitoris was prominent, indicating a strong sex drive. I teased her tender clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and I felt Lin's body tremble, letting out a soft moan. I lowered my face and gently bit her with my teeth, then trembled slightly.

Lin struggled to endure this intoxicating passion, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, her upper body twisting and turning, her full, lovely breasts rising and falling. "Ah—no—no, don't do this," she cried.

My hand felt a liquid flowing from the depths of her vulva. My lips took her clitoris into my mouth, my tongue slowly teasing it, while a finger slipped deep into her vulva, probing the tender, red flesh of her vulva.

My tongue and finger moved faster at the same time.

"Ah—ah—no—" Lin let out a agonizing moan. Her body arched upwards, her hips twisting with it. "Ah—please, take me—take me," she pleaded.

My body was also surging. A surge of heat rushed down my body, through my dantian, through my blood vessels, and between my hips.

I lowered my body. Beneath me was my prey—a snow-white body like alabaster, her breasts, slender waist, and full buttocks undulating with her breath, her two snow-white thighs parted—she was waiting, waiting obediently, waiting for me to enjoy her, waiting for me to possess her.

I thrust forward, and then, I plunged in. Instantly, I was enveloped by warmth and softness, and the pleasure that followed spread from my lower body throughout my entire body, making me feel incredibly comfortable and happy.

I began to thrust. It was warm inside, soft, and slippery like a ripe peach.

"Ah—no—fuck my cunt!" she cried wildly, her hands embracing me.

I was somewhat shocked. It was almost unbelievable that such a beautiful and dignified woman could utter such filthy words. However, her cries only fueled my passion.

I thrust, the speed gradually increasing.

"Ah-----fuck me-----I'm going to die," she cried.

My blood was rushing, my veins were throbbing, I was immersed in this endless lust.

"Ah-----so good----" she kept crying out.

"Ah-----ah----" I gritted my teeth.

We moved, completely forgetting everything.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. I exploded.

"Ah-----" I screamed. An indescribable pleasure washed over me, quickly spreading through every nerve in my body.

Almost simultaneously, her head swayed from side to side, screaming, "Ah----no----I'm going to die------" Her sharp, red fingernails were deeply imprinted on my back.

Finally, she stopped.

I lay on top of her, eyes closed, face pressed against her soft breasts, savoring the pleasure brought by the exhilarating sensation.

She gently stroked my hair. She ran her fingers through my pubic hair, slowly winding my hair around her fingers.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"Yes, and you?" I replied.

"Hmm," she asked again, "Do you think I'm a bad woman?"

"No, you're a good woman," I said. "

Hmm," she hugged me tightly and said, "You have to treat me well from now on, okay?"

"Okay, I will definitely love you well."

The rain was still falling. That night, we made love all night.

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