Senior Sister Married Woman (Part 7)

Finally, I ejaculated all my semen into my senior's body and pulled out. Looking at her, she seemed completely exhausted, her face flushed, her eyes glazed over, lying limply on the bed. Although her breasts had returned to their rounded shape after I'd removed them, the handprints on them—white from squeezing and pressing them against the bed to support my weight—proved how brutally I had ravaged them. Her legs were still wide open, as if she had no strength left to close them. Clearly, her orgasm hadn't completely subsided, because her vagina was opening and closing like it was breathing. Even more lewdly, because I'd ejaculated so much, my semen, with each spasm of her vagina, flowed down her vulva, sticking stickily to her buttocks.
I remembered that my senior was still waiting outside for my senior to come back. She had only said she was coming back to change her clothes and go to the restroom. Although I had already penetrated her before she had even undressed properly, and because of excessive excitement and the spasms in her vagina, I ejaculated quickly, more than ten minutes had still passed. So, even though I didn't want to, I had to interrupt her enjoyment of the afterglow of her orgasm.
I said to her, "Senior, your senior is still waiting outside. Hurry up and take a shower and go out." I really wanted to say that my senior was still kneeling outside, waiting to continue proposing to her. I felt that would make me feel very accomplished, but on the one hand, I knew that my senior was definitely not kneeling, and on the other hand, I really didn't dare to provoke my senior anymore. If she got any more excited, I was afraid that my senior wouldn't be able to wait long before coming to the door.
But the senior didn't care. Panting, she said in a coquettish voice, deliberately provoking him, "No rush, I'll go wash up in a bit. Let my future husband wait a little longer. If he wants to marry a woman like me, if he wants me to accept his proposal, doesn't he have to be patient and wait for me to finish being fucked properly? You fucked me so well, you're amazing."
To be honest, the senior's aloofness in front of others was really quite cold, and because she was very attractive, it had become a habit for her senior to make him wait, and he was quite willing to do so.
But while my senior was speaking noble words, she was doing despicable things, which aroused me so much that I couldn't stop myself from ejaculating. I didn't care about anything else and cooperated with her, saying, "It's not that I'm great, it's that you're despicable. Your husband is kneeling outside waiting for you, but you insist on spreading your legs here and letting others fuck you to their heart's content before going back. And you even let me ejaculate inside you. What, senior, aren't you going to get up and take a shower? Are you trying to accept your fiancé's proposal while carrying my offspring?"
However, my casual remark, which was meant to provoke her, made both of us pause for a moment. Then I saw her sit up and prepare to put on her underwear. Before putting on her underwear, she used her palm to stuff some of the semen that had been on her hand back in, and wiped the semen that was stuck to her hand onto her underwear.
I looked at my senior in surprise and asked timidly, "Senior, are you really planning to accept the proposal with my semen on your hands? Won't that be okay? This is... too..."
My senior blushed and said mischievously, "Too what? Too exciting? Didn't you say so? I'm just doing it. Consider it your engagement gift to us."
My senior's words were so exciting that I felt a little dizzy with excitement. The thought of my senior holding my semen and saying "I do" to my senior was simply heavenly.
My senior continued, "Well... he probably won't know about this gift, so I can only thank you on his behalf."
As she spoke, my senior walked over and stroked my erect penis, saying seductively, "Tonight I will thank you on his behalf... okay! okay! Thank you! Okay! Hurry up and get dressed, what are you standing there for?"
Then my senior opened her suitcase, found a dress, and put it on. My senior's face was flushed red all the way to her neck and even her chest. She had changed into a short, low-cut, princess-style dress that exposed her shoulders and chest, which were still damp from the sweat. There were also very noticeable scratches on one of her breasts. While I knew they were scratches, making them more obvious, they weren't a natural white; they looked like a forced white from the red of arousal during sex. However, it was dark outside, so it shouldn't be a problem. After all, in the princess dress, she looked pure and lovely. No one would imagine that such a pure and lovely girl was a woman who had just been fucked and still had semen on her skin.
I quickly put on my clothes. To avoid suspicion and to allow her time to recover, I suggested that I sneak back first, and she wait a few minutes before going down.
Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, I casually joined the group drinking and chatting. My roommates only asked where I'd been, and I quickly told them I'd gone to pee. He then happily went back to chatting with the girl. I glanced over at the senior, and it seemed they'd already changed the subject, but he still looked nervous and excited. Although he wasn't kneeling down like I'd teased the senior, he hadn't put down the flowers, clearly getting impatient. The other seniors were joking, saying maybe the senior had been scared away and "ran away" from the proposal.
I thought to myself, the senior wasn't scared away by the proposal; she was brought to orgasm by it, only the proposal was a bit too forceful, causing her to orgasm under another man's body.
Just then, I saw my senior, now dressed in a dress, slowly walking towards me. Watching her walk, and remembering my semen still between her legs, I felt a surge of excitement.
As she returned, the atmosphere became lively again, and everyone surrounded my senior. Seeing her approach, he knelt on one knee, holding flowers. She deliberately walked right up to him, so close I felt her abdomen was almost touching his face. He even moved the flowers to her side because she was so close. She seemed to be in a state of excitement; her face and neck were still flushed, and her chest was heaving. But what caught my attention was that she was so close to him, wearing a short skirt—was she trying to let him smell her genitals? Wasn't she worried about the semen running down her legs? This was going too far.
To my utter astonishment, my senior said, "Yun, you look so beautiful right now, and you smell so good." Hearing this, I almost spat out my drink. I thought to myself, "Senior, are you a pervert? Do you really like the smell of my semen that much?
" My senior deliberately spoke to him in a cold, aloof voice, "Go on." I sensed the change in her tone. Even though she was so close to him, the kneeling senior made her seem haughty and aloof. I had to admire her; she was the kind of woman who appeared incredibly cold. Even in a cute princess dress, her pure and innocent aura couldn't hide her noble and aloof气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament). Especially in front of my kneeling senior, she exuded a coldness that seemed to intimidate everyone. But only I knew that her aloofness was just an exterior; deep down, she was incredibly shameless. After all, what noble woman would stand before her fiancé with someone else's semen inside her? The aloof aura emanating from my senior silenced the jeering voices of those around them.
After calming himself down, the senior brother repeated the sweet nothings he had just said. He talked about how he had fallen for the senior sister after knowing her for so long, praising her as the most elegant woman he had ever met, and how lucky he was to be with her. He said she had brought color to his life, taught him a lot, made him more dignified and happier, and expressed his hope to take care of her for life and experience life together. It sounded quite good, clearly carefully prepared, but in my heart I was thinking, "Senior brother, only you can truly appreciate my noble and aloof demeanor. Have you ever seen the senior sister writhing beneath me?" And where exactly is your dignity? Is it in the moans of my senior sister beneath me? As for bringing color to your life, you've got it backwards. It's actually you who brought color to my senior sister's life, especially her sex life—or rather, the sex life between us. As for experiencing life, I think you can forget about it. I've already experienced everything about my senior sister. As for procreation, I'll keep trying. After all, if you smell carefully, you might even be able to smell my offspring still between my senior sister's legs. "Swimming in the gaps,"
the senior brother said as he finished his proposal. Amidst the cheers of his fellow students, the senior sister accepted his proposal. The senior brother finally pulled her into his arms. Looking at the senior sister nestled in his arms like a little bird, who would have thought that during this short proposal, the senior sister would run over and let me have sex with her, and even deliberately bring back my semen. I thought that even the most despicable woman would find it hard to do such a thing. The senior sister has truly reached a new level in degrading herself and her man.
The guy taking pictures next to me, looking at the photos on his phone, jokingly said to my senior, "You really hit the jackpot! You proposed to two girls in one night. The athletic girl ran away shyly, but the pretty little princess said yes. Look at you kneeling at her feet, you're so pathetic!"
My senior, with his arm around the female student, proudly praised her, saying, "Our Yun isn't a little princess. Look closely, this is called queenly style. Kneeling at the feet of such a noble woman isn't shameful, it's pride."
I thought to myself, this senior is something else, all sweet talk. But you don't know what your queen wants you to smell, do you? You're "proud," but you don't know that just now, the queen in your arms, under my ministrations, was quite "moaning"—or rather, your noble queen wasn't just "moaning" under my crotch, she was moaning like a slut.
As this little incident passed, the enthusiasm of our bonfire party gradually waned. The senior kept snuggling up to the senior, making him look blissfully superior. However, he didn't see that she kept giving me seductive glances and deliberately rubbing her legs together. She intentionally wiped her legs several times with tissue paper when I looked at her, probably because semen had leaked out. She even made sure I saw her wiping, which made me incredibly aroused, thinking I'd definitely have some fun with this slut
later. I then realized that between the senior's first and second proposals, I'd slept with him and even ejaculated inside him, yet we'd spent so much time alone together without ever considering whether to accept his proposal. It was as if the change in our relationship only brought us greater excitement.

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