Dancing with mature women

After the banquet, the band played music, and everyone began to dance. An Xiaolan pulled Meng Wensong into
almost every dance, pressing herself tightly against his chest without any restraint. The alluring
fragrance emanating from her body made Meng Wensong feel lightheaded, and her snow-white, soft breasts pressed against his chest made him
fantasize. Meng Wensong put his arm around An Xiaolan's slender waist and danced with her, trying his best to maintain a gentlemanly
demeanor . However, because the back of An Xiaolan's dress was very low-cut, Meng Wensong didn't know where to put his hands
. When he reached upwards, his hands touched An Xiaolan's delicate back skin; when he reached downwards, his hands almost touched the outline of
An Xiaolan's buttocks. And when he thought about how this beautiful mature woman in front of him wasn't wearing underwear, his large
penis involuntarily became erect.

An Xiaolan seemed to sense the bulge at the base of Meng Wensong's thighs. Provocatively, she pressed her full, white
breasts tightly against his chest, while her lower body pressed against his thighs,
rubbing her belly against the head of his penis. This excited and embarrassed Meng Wensong. He tried his best to keep a
little distance from An Xiaolan, but she wouldn't allow it; she brazenly pressed her soft body against him.

Several times, Meng Wensong tried to politely end the dance and return to the table, but An Xiaolan wouldn't allow it.

Finally, Meng Wensong, helpless, escaped under the pretext of going to the toilet. He knew he was lying;
he hid in the toilet for a long time, not daring to come out until his penis slowly softened, at which point he finally emerged and returned to
An Xiaolan's side.

As the last dance ended, An Xiaolan pulled Meng Wensong back to the dining table. They drank
and chatted, but neither seemed interested in the food. So, An Xiaolan led Meng Wensong to the garden outside. They strolled and talked, the gentle breeze caressing their flushed skin
in the night . An Xiaolan nestled her soft body in Meng Wensong's arms, and they walked like lovers in the garden at night. Unconsciously, they were immersed in a dreamlike state, and Meng Wensong's initial wariness gradually relaxed. He no longer rejected An Xiaolan's cheesy advances . 　　After the banquet, Meng Wensong took An Xiaolan home. He wanted to go home immediately, but An Xiaolan insisted on taking him to the living room for a drink, which Meng Wensong reluctantly agreed to. When the two entered the villa's living room, An Xiaolan discovered her daughter, Luo Xinxin, wasn't home. She found a note on the coffee table; Luo Xinxin had gone to a classmate's house. An Xiaolan then pulled Meng Wensong to sit on the sofa. She brought out a bottle of brandy, and the two chatted while drinking. About half an hour later, Meng Wensong tried to get up to go home, but An Xiaolan grabbed him, preventing him from leaving . Meng Wensong couldn't explain why; perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps he was truly captivated by An Xiaolan's sex appeal and beauty, but he stayed. 　　Meng Wensong never dreamed that he was sliding step by step into the mire of adultery with An Xiaolan. Meng Wensong and An Xiaolan sat side-by-side on the soft sofa. An Xiaolan turned on the stereo, and melodious music drifted gently through the living room. The two chatted softly, and An Xiaolan slowly nestled into Meng Wensong's arms. At this moment, Meng Wensong was already aware of what was about to happen, but he was already powerless to resist. As a man, he couldn't resist the sexual allure of the beautiful mature woman before him. Gradually, their lips met , and they began to kiss softly. 　　An Xiaolan ripped open the low neckline of her dress, revealing her left, snow-white, full breast . Meng Wensong could no longer restrain himself. Without thinking, he reached out and caressed An Xiaolan's breast. He felt extremely excited; he hadn't touched a woman's body for over three years, and the body of this beautiful mature woman before him was exactly what he had longed for. An Xiaolan let out an excited moan, her body twisting slightly as she revealed her other breast. Meng Wensong kneaded An Xiaolan's sexy, soft breasts with abandon , pinching her hard nipples with his fingers. He leaned forward, opened his mouth wide, and sucked on An Xiaolan's nipple with gusto . 　　Meng Wensong groaned excitedly, his lust quickly reaching its climax. He cupped An Xiaolan's snow-white, full breasts in his hands, gazing greedily at every inch of her skin—the brown nipples, the dark red areolas, the snow-white breasts. A moment later, Meng Wensong felt An Xiaolan's small hand reach down to his inner thigh, caressing it tenderly. As a man, he understood what this beautiful young woman wanted to do. Their passion burned, and An Xiaolan's small hand slowly moved towards Meng Wensong's inner thigh . 　　"Xiaolan, don't do this!" Meng Wensong couldn't help but groan. He felt An Xiaolan's small hand grasp the head of his penis; even through his pants, he could feel the warmth of her hand. 　　At this moment, An Xiaolan unzipped Meng Wensong's pants. Meng Wensong wanted to refuse, but he no longer had the courage. He could only let An Xiaolan do as she pleased. An Xiaolan's small hands groped along the base of his bulging thighs. After a while, An Xiaolan reached into his underwear and grabbed his throbbing penis. 　　"Oh...oh...Wensong, your penis is so big!" An Xiaolan screamed excitedly. She gripped Meng Wensong's long, thick, and hard penis shaft tightly with her small hands. Then, she took a deep breath and rubbed the foreskin up and down the shaft. Meng Wensong's plum-sized glans emerged straight out of the foreskin. Indeed, for a tall and strong man, Meng Wensong's penis was so large that An Xiaolan's delicate hands seemed much smaller. 　　An Xiaolan hooked her small hand around the edge of Meng Wensong's underwear. Before Meng Wensong could react, she ripped it off. In an instant, Meng Wensong's enormous penis sprang out of his underwear, pointing directly at An Xiaolan's pretty face. The penis was still throbbing, like a cannon about to fire. 　　"Oh...! Oh...!" An Xiaolan moaned excitedly, staring intently at Meng Wensong's penis. Under the soft light, Meng Wensong's penis shimmered with a dreamlike glow, a glow that a woman simply couldn't control. The head of Meng Wensong's penis was as large as a ripe plum, purplish-red, with a surface...

Her skin was taut, shimmering with iridescent light under the lamp.

An Xiaolan, panting heavily, peered intently at Meng Wensong's large penis head, then reached out
and grabbed the shaft, slowly rubbing the foreskin. Soon, she saw
a glistening drop of vaginal fluid flow from the opening on the glans, hanging there. An Xiaolan
forcefully pulled the foreskin back, completely exposing Meng Wensong's large penis head, pointing directly
at her face. An Xiaolan gently blew on the glans, causing it to twitch instinctively.
She laughed excitedly, then dipped her finger in the vaginal fluid and smeared
it entire glans. Now, under the soft light, the entire penis radiated
an indescribable glow. After a while, she pressed her eyes close to the large penis, examining it closely. She thought
a man's large penis was the most beautiful thing in the world, and at the same time, she thought Meng Wensong's penis was the largest male penis she
had ever seen .

Meng Wensong lay limply on the sofa, feeling both excited and afraid. He knew he had done
something foolish. Luo Yinghao was, after all, his benefactor and friend, and he shouldn't have treated his friend's wife like this. Even though
An Xiaolan had seduced him, he couldn't shirk his responsibility.

Like a tigress in heat, An Xiaolan pressed her nose against the head of Meng Wensong's large penis,
taking a deep breath of its alluring scent. Then, she opened her mouth wide and took it
inside, licking it with her tongue and sucking the vaginal fluid flowing from the glans
. She then bit down hard on
the head, at which point she heard Meng Wensong involuntarily groan. She then opened her mouth wide and took the entire shaft into her mouth,
the head of his penis now deep in her throat, with a large portion of the shaft, a pair of
egg-sized testicles, and thick pubic hair protruding from her lips. The two of them began to groan in unison,
a truly obscene and lewd scene.

An Xiaolan sucked on Meng Wensong's penis with gusto, and they continued to groan. However
, neither of them could have imagined that something unexpected was about to happen. Perhaps they were too engrossed in
their activities, for neither An Xiaolan nor Meng Wensong heard Luo Xinxin return home. They were still reveling in their sexual pleasure.

Meanwhile, Luo Xinxin was secretly hiding in the shadows, staring in disbelief as her mother
sucked on another man's large penis. Luo Xinxin was 13 years old; her body was beginning to develop. Her
small breasts were beginning to protrude, her female genitalia were changing, and, more importantly, she had a vague
understanding of what sex was.

Luo Xinxin stared in astonishment at her mother's naked upper body, sucking on Meng Wensong's large
penis. Her mother's snow-white, full breasts swayed from side to side. Luo Xinxin saw an enormous
penis repeatedly thrusting in and out of her mother's mouth, with a pair of egg-sized testicles
bobbing back and forth at the base of the shaft, covered in thick pubic hair. This was
the first time in had seen a mature man's large penis so clearly. She gasped for breath, excited. Indeed,
the scene before her was far too obscene and stimulating for a 13-year-old girl.

Luo Xinxin tightly clamped her legs together, feeling the delicate female genitalia at the base of her thighs rhythmically
twitching. A stream of vaginal fluid seeped through her intact hymen, slowly
flowing onto her still-developing genitals, even down her inner thighs. At this moment,
Luo Xinxin had made up her mind: she must possess a penis as enormous as Meng Wensong's.

An Xiaolan and Meng Wensong were completely unaware that Luo Xinxin, a 13-year-old girl, was
secretly watching their adultery. An Xiaolan continued to suckle Meng Wensong's enormous penis with gusto.
Soon, Meng Wensong's sexual desire reached its climax. He found the sensation of An Xiaolan sucking on the head of his penis
incredibly arousing, and his sexual urges surged to a breaking point. He knew he
could no longer control himself. Instinctively, he pushed An Xiaolan's head away, trying to pull his penis out of her mouth. However, An Xiaolan
ignored him. She bit down tightly on the head of his penis, continuing to suckle it with gusto.
At the same time, her small hands rapidly rubbed the foreskin of the shaft, the speed increasing.

"Oh... Xiaolan, please...!" Meng Wensong pleaded desperately, but as soon as he finished speaking, he
felt the semen in his large testicles boiling. In an instant, his testicles contracted forcefully, and his large penis
twitched violently. "Oh! Oh!... I'm going to cum!" Meng Wensong howled, his hips
thrusting , leaving the sofa surface.

Suddenly, An Xiaolan screamed. She felt a stream of hot semen violently shoot into her mouth,
followed by wave after wave of semen shooting into her mouth. As a woman, she especially enjoyed sucking on
a man 's large penis; however, she had never experienced such intense ejaculation. She had sucked on Luo Yinghao's
large penis before, but Luo Yinghao's ejaculation volume was far less than Meng Wensong's. After all, Luo Yinghao was already a
man in his fifties, and his large penis could hardly even achieve a full erection. She had secretly sucked
the large penises of other men in the company before, but none of them could compare to Meng Wensong's. She
craved Meng Wensong's enormous penis.

Meng Wensong continued to ejaculate stream after stream of semen into the mouth of the beautiful mature woman before him, seemingly
without end . An Xiaolan's mouth was filled with sticky semen, so much so that her cheeks bulged. Then, she
swallowed mouthful after mouthful of semen. As a woman with a strong sex drive, she felt that a man's semen was
the most delicious nectar in the world. After about five minutes, Meng Wensong's ejaculation gradually subsided, but
his large penis continued to thrust in and out of An Xiaolan's mouth.

An Xiaolan never dreamed that Meng Wensong would ejaculate so much semen. Her mouth was filled with sticky
semen. She tried her best to wrap her lips around the shaft of his penis, not letting a single drop of semen spill out, but
some milky white semen still dripped down the corners of her mouth. At this moment, An Xiaolan felt the vaginal fluid also flowing in.
The semen flowed continuously, soaking her entire genital area, from the base of her thighs. The vaginal fluid filled
the groove between her labia majora, even flowing down her inner thighs. She was thankful she wasn't wearing underwear;
otherwise, it would have been completely soaked.

After a while, An Xiaolan swallowed the last mouthful of semen, straightened up, and wiped the semen from the corner of her
mouth . She tightly clamped her legs together, squeezing her already swollen labia majora at the base of her thighs,
squeezing out more vaginal fluid that flowed down her inner thighs. Then, she sat
on the sofa opposite Meng Wensong, lifted her skirt, raised her legs, and slowly spread them apart. At this moment, her female
genitalia were fully exposed to Meng Wensong. Her entire vulva was already soaking wet, curly pubic hair haphazardly clung to her two
swollen labia majora, her two moist labia minora were slightly parted, and her vaginal opening was still
rhythmically twitching. A stream of vaginal fluid continued to flow out, flowing down the groove between her labia majora
to her anus. At this moment, An Xiaolan's sexual desire reached its climax, even though she had not yet had sexual intercourse with Meng Wensong
.

Panting heavily, Meng Wensong stared greedily at An Xiaolan's alluring female genitalia at the base of her thighs. He could no longer
restrain himself; his large penis convulsed violently, and a stream of milky-white semen spurted from the head of his penis,
tracing a beautiful arc before landing on An Xiaolan's snow-white, full breasts. An Xiaolan giggled lewdly
, then dipped her finger in the sticky semen on her breasts and inserted it into
her vagina. She was actually performing masturbation right in front of Meng Wensong.

Seeing such an obscene scene, Meng Wensong could no longer control himself. He pounced
on An Xiaolan like a tiger, deeply inserting his large penis into her vagina,
ejaculating the last drop of semen from his testicles into the beautiful mature woman's vagina. About 10 minutes later, he
withdrew his large penis from An Xiaolan's vagina. A crisp "plop" sound came from the opening of An Xiaolan's vagina. Meng Wensong
's entire penis shaft was covered in sticky semen, with milky white semen still clinging to the head, trailing a long tail, the other end
hanging from An Xiaolan's vaginal opening. Meng Wensong slumped to the side, exhausted, and lay panting heavily on the sofa.

At this moment, Luo Xinxin, who was hiding in the shadows and peeping, saw everything. She watched as Meng Wensong's enormous
penis was deeply inserted into his mother's vagina. She also saw the milky white
substance on the head of his penis. With her limited physiological knowledge, she knew that it was semen, something that could
impregnate . Thinking of this, she could no longer restrain herself. She put her fingers to her
genitals at the base of her thighs and vigorously rubbed her sensitive and hard clitoris. She imitated her mother, masturbating continuously.
A stream of vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, through her intact hymen, down her delicate
labia majora, and then down her inner thighs. At this moment, this 13-year-old girl had made up her
mind. She must experience the feeling of Meng Wensong's enormous penis deeply inserted into her vagina;
she wanted to give her virginity to Meng Wensong.

Twenty minutes later, an exhausted Meng Wensong scrambled to his feet from the sofa. He stumbled out of the villa,
fleeing like a thief. All the way, his mind was filled with the image of An Xiaolan's dreamlike female
genitalia : her large labia majora parted, her wet, fleshy pink labia minora slightly open, and streams of
vaginal fluid slowly flowing from her vagina. He couldn't believe it was real; he had actually had
sex . He couldn't understand why he had done something so foolish. Yet, it had happened, and he
couldn't change reality.

From that night on, Meng Wensong never went back to Luo Yinghao's villa, nor did he ever see An Xiaolan again. He
left without saying goodbye, joined the local police force, and two years later, founded his own bodyguard company, which he still runs today.

Meng Wensong gradually pulled his thoughts back. Since three years ago,
when he had an affair with An Xiaolan and left without saying goodbye out of guilt, he hadn't seen An Xiaolan or her daughter Luo Xinxin for over three years.
Today, he was about to see An Xiaolan, and he felt extremely depressed. He felt ashamed to see An Xiaolan again, and even more
ashamed to face Luo Yinghao, even though he knew Luo Yinghao was unaware of the shameful
, even unspeakable, things he and An Xiaolan had done.

Meng Wensong parked the car in front of the large iron gate. He jumped out and pressed the button on the intercom next to the gate.
A moment later , a young woman's voice came through the receiver, and then the large iron gate slowly opened. Meng Wensong drove
the car into the villa's yard. Three years ago, he had also driven this car to Luo Yinghao's villa and met
his young and beautiful wife, An Xiaolan. Meng Wensong couldn't explain why, but in an instant,
An Xiaolan's beautiful face reappeared in his mind. He could clearly recall An Xiaolan's voice and smile;
it all seemed like it had happened just yesterday…

Luo Yinghao's villa was a two-story European-style building,
built . The first floor consisted of an elegant living room and several unique rooms. Meng Wensong slowly walked into
the villa's courtyard. He saw that the layout hadn't changed much in three years. Although Luo Yinghao was a well-known
local tycoon, he lived frugally, which was reflected in the villa's simple
and practical interior design, without excessive extravagance.

Luo Yinghao was not only a seasoned businessman but also an investment expert; he was very good at managing money. Meng
Wensong knew that he had once used his superb investment skills to successfully turn $1 million into $5 million.

No one knew exactly how much money Luo Yinghao had. All that was known was that he
could live a very wealthy life simply by relying on his savings. However, Luo Yinghao was a very frugal, even stingy, person.
He never bought luxury cars, never hired servants, planted all the flowers and plants in his yard himself, and only occasionally hired hourly cleaners to clean
his rooms .

Now, Luo Yinghao was in deep trouble: a group of drug traffickers were planning to kill his entire family. Initially, Meng Wensong
didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just a kidnapping and extortion attempt by a criminal gang. He intended to settle
the matter . However, the situation was far more serious than he imagined. These criminals weren't after money;
they wanted to kill Luo Yinghao's entire family, and they had even planned two assassination attempts targeting Luo Yinghao himself.
This incident nearly cost Luo Yinghao his life. Only then did he truly realize the seriousness of the situation.
He had no choice but to ask Meng Wensong to be his bodyguard again to protect his entire family's safety; after all,
he only trusted Meng Wensong.

Meng Wensong stood at the villa's door, holding a bouquet of flowers. He felt nervous,
unsure how Luo Yinghao would view him. They hadn't seen each other for over three years, though they
occasionally spoke on the phone. Meng Wensong felt their relationship was strained. When Meng Wensong
left without saying goodbye, Luo Yinghao frequently invited him to his villa, but Meng Wensong always politely declined with
various excuses. Luo Yinghao couldn't understand the reason, and eventually,
he stopped inviting Meng Wensong to his home altogether. Clearly, a rift had formed between them.

Just as Meng Wensong was lost in thought, the villa door opened, and he saw a beautiful young woman
standing in the doorway, staring at him in surprise. Meng Wensong was genuinely taken aback. He looked the
beautiful girl up and down; he almost didn't recognize her. However, he knew that this graceful young woman was none other
than An Xiaolan's daughter, Luo Xinxin.

"Brother Meng, do you intend to stand at the door all day?" Luo Xinxin said,
a bright .

"Xinxin, is that you? You've grown so much, I almost didn't recognize you!" Meng Wensong said excitedly,
continuing to look Luo Xinxin up and down. Luo Xinxin looked remarkably like her mother, An Xiaolan, with a beautiful face and fair
skin.

"Of course it's me!" Luo Xinxin answered confidently. Suddenly, she unexpectedly reached out and wrapped her arms around
Meng Wensong's neck, kissing him on the cheek. Her face radiated
the excitement . "Brother Meng, where have you been all these years? Why haven't you come to see me?" Luo Xinxin
asked in a high-pitched voice, feigning anger.

Meng Wensong stammered, unsure of what to say. Luo Xinxin clung to his neck, relentlessly.

Finally, Meng Wensong stretched out his strong arms and embraced Luo Xinxin's slender waist. "Oh... I...

Xinxin, it's been so many years, you've grown so much." Meng Wensong didn't know how to answer, so he
changed the subject.

Luo Xinxin still clung to Meng Wensong's neck.

"Brother Meng, I'm 16 this year, and I'll be 17 at the end of the year," Luo Xinxin said coquettishly. Indeed, girls
change a lot as they grow up, becoming more and more beautiful—that's absolutely true. Now, Luo Xinxin has grown into a graceful
young woman.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Meng Wensong hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say this.

"Brother Meng, are these flowers for me?" Luo Xinxin asked, looking at
the flowers .

"Oh… of course, of course, of course they're for you," Meng Wensong quickly replied. He felt it was inappropriate
to give a young girl a bouquet of flowers; after all, in his eyes, Luo Xinxin was still too young, not yet
at the age for romance. Actually, in Meng Wensong's mind, his impression of Luo Xinxin was still that of the little girl from three
years ago ; he only saw her as a cute little sister.

"Thank you, Brother Meng!" Luo Xinxin said, snatching the flowers from Meng Wensong's hand
with charming smile. She leaned forward and kissed Meng Wensong's cheek again, then boldly embraced
him. When Luo Xinxin's firm breasts pressed against his chest, he truly realized that
she had grown into a young woman experiencing the first stirrings of love, no longer the naive little
girl .

"Oh, Wensong, you're finally here." Meng Wensong looked up and saw An Xiaolan
walking down the stairs behind his daughter, Luo Xinxin.

Reluctantly, Meng Wensong pushed away Luo Xinxin's delicate body, his mind still filled with images of her
small, exquisite breasts. "Hi, how are you, Xiaolan?" Meng Wensong said somewhat timidly, looking at the beautiful mature woman through
Luo Xinxin 's shoulder.

"Wen Song, you're so selfish! Why won't you hug me?" An Xiaolan asked, feigning anger. She took a step
forward , and Luo Xinxin obediently stepped aside. An Xiaolan threw herself into Meng Wen Song's arms, and the two
embraced passionately. Meng Wen Song felt her full, soft breasts pressed tightly against his chest. His mind
raced, calculating the difference in their breasts. In that instant, he realized how regrettable it was that he hadn't visited them for so many years ! Meng Wen Song felt incredibly foolish and stubborn. Although he and An Xiaolan had had sexual relations, they were both adults. They could have resolved this thorny issue rationally ; he didn't need to feel guilty all these years. 　　"Wen Song, it's so wrong of you not to visit us for so many years!" An Xiaolan whispered in Meng Wen Song's ear, pressing her full breasts tightly against his broad chest and her lower abdomen against his groin, testing whether his penis separated, and An Xiaolan looked Meng Wen Song up and down, saying, "Wen Song, you haven't changed at all!" A charming smile appeared on her face. 　　"Alright, let's talk in the living room. Tell our daughter how you've been these past few years… My husband has some things to take care of; he won't be back for a while." An Xiaolan finished speaking, taking one of Meng Wen Song's arms, while Luo Xinxin took the other, and they walked into the spacious living room.

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