Three days and two nights with my divorced sister 4

I've been staying home with my parents lately and haven't visited often. Today I finally had some free time, so I'm making up for the last night with this post to conclude.
Before I begin, I want to clarify that this is based on my own experience. I have very few friends and I'm definitely not promiscuous. Meeting this girl was fate. We met a few more times afterward, but nothing came of it. I've seen many couples say it's hard to find a quality single man. Thinking about it, if I were to introduce my wife to someone, I'd understand. Who would let their beloved be with a promiscuous, low-quality person? I also hope that single men truly behave themselves. We're just there to add spice to a couple's sex life, a kind of service. True friendship, I believe, should start with mutual understanding and familiarity before anything else. Getting along is fate, not getting along is also fate. But friends are friends; don't let emotions get involved and disrupt marital harmony.
Anyway...
I only had sex with this girl once, during the day and night. I didn't force her; everything happened naturally. We spent the next day playing around, but I won't go into details.
It was quite late when we got back to the hotel that night. After washing up, kissing felt like tacit consent. I had mentioned giving her a massage before, and tonight she agreed. I dimmed the lights, played soft music, and unbuttoned her bathrobe. She lay down. I rubbed my hands together to warm them, poured some essential oil into my palms, and slowly moved them back and forth, starting with her neck and shoulders, then moving to her entire back. Although I had massaged my girlfriend many times before, I still felt a little reserved in front of her, a professional. I knew my technique was amateurish, but I was sure it felt just as good. She later told me that her technique wasn't professional, but it was very relaxing and comfortable.
After the normal back massage, I kept asking her if the pressure was too strong, and then there was basically no conversation. Later, when I massaged her thighs, I would occasionally touch her genitals before moving on to other areas. The music was soothing, the lighting was soft, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. When I took off her underwear, applied essential oil to her buttocks, and massaged them from time to time, she started to lift her buttocks slightly in response. I thought it was about time, so I poured some essential oil and let it flow from her anus to her vagina. I started massaging her vagina, and she began to moan. After a few minutes, she said, "Let's stop massaging." I understood what she meant; she wanted it. I had originally planned to massage her front, so I stopped. I wiped her back clean with a tissue, turned her over, kissed her, and entered her—warm and passionate.
We did this for a few minutes, and I started to feel like ejaculating. That's when I used my special skill: I took a pillow, placed it under her buttocks, and had her spread her legs. She held them with her hands, raising her buttocks as high as possible. Then I used the 69 position to penetrate her (I don't know if anyone has used this position before; it can relieve arousal, but the penetration is very deep, and the scrotum and testicles can massage the clitoris). She kept moaning behind me, "Ahhh, ahhh," and I felt less and less about ejaculating. Later, we switched to the rear-entry position. I stood by the bed, no longer using the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, but thrusting forcefully. Because our hotel was on the 20th floor, with a view of the night and a bay window, I held my younger sister and put her in the bay window so she could see the view outside. We did it for a long time in the traditional position. Thinking back on it now, it was very exciting.
I won't go into the details, but that night I was very vigorous, covered in sweat. Afterwards, as I held her to sleep, she said something I never expected. She said, "Why am I different from during the day?" Haha, maybe it's because I'm usually quieter, or maybe it's related to my profession—I'm a programmer.
The next morning, we did it again, this time for a long time. We chatted while we did it, stopping when I felt like I was going to ejaculate. I said some teasing things, and when she didn't answer, I thrust harder. When she felt good, she would say everything, her favorite thing to say being "No, no." We both know that a woman's "no" is the most useless thing to say. Because she had to work during the day, she kept saying no because she was afraid of being tired at work. I said that going to work this way would be more comfortable and enjoyable.
Okay, that's it. This is the whole story of my first meeting with my sister. Three days and two nights, and we only did it three times. Not as intense as some people, who can do it several times a night. When I'm in a good mood, I can last a bit longer, but when I'm not, I might want to ejaculate quickly. I used to have sex with a girlfriend who felt really good. We could last a long time each time, and I could hold back without ejaculating. Maybe it was because seeing her orgasm several times gave me a sense of accomplishment, so I always held back to give her more pleasure. We were together for three years, and I haven't met anyone who gave me that feeling since.
Having written this account of my experience with care, I also hope to make some kindred spirits. Due to work, I will be in the Shandong Peninsula recently and will not be able to travel frequently. We can chat first and see if we are worth getting to know. I think China is not big, and if we are destined to meet again, we can meet anytime.

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