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I was in the warm, orange-colored little house, embracing each other tightly, panting and kissing passionately. No matter how she soothed my lower body, it remained stubbornly erect against her. I looked into her slightly upturned almond eyes, feeling our mutual intoxication, a thirst so intense it seemed we wanted to devour each other. Her fragrant lips and tongue slid towards my ear, biting my earlobe and then licking my earlobe with the tip of her tongue, making me unbearably itchy. We could almost hear our breaths rushing like a valley stream, with the soft sounds of her fragrant tongue!
"Hey, let's take a bath, be careful," she said, emerging from the water. I smiled and took the towel, "Oh," I said, my eyes burning with desire!
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It was June 6th. I was at the company, and after going out to gather some important information with my colleague, we rushed back to finish our manuscript. We were always busy until very late. Perhaps we were both very happy that day because the information we gathered was very good, she suggested we eat. Actually, we often went out to gather information together or something, and we often ate together. Because of her, I felt a little embarrassed, but we ended up sitting down at a nice restaurant near the company. She was as happy as a child that day, and ordered a lot of dishes. Well, women will always be women, no matter how they look on the outside, they all need to be cared for.
After dinner, we went out, and for some reason, it started raining. It was June, and the weather was so hot. Pedestrians were hurrying by. I was about to leave, but the weather was so good that business was good. So I waited at the restaurant entrance for a while, and then she decided to go with me to take the bus. I ran to the bus stop in front of the restaurant, and I was soaked to the bone. I waited for my turn at the bus stop, feeling a bit chilly, but we were both in good spirits and chatting happily.
Perhaps because of the weather and the crowds, we didn't talk much, and our conversations became less frequent. My mood started to become restless. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was a message from her, another one of my jokes. I smiled, leaned over, and looked at my phone. "What are you looking at? Something so funny?" I knew she had probably already seen the messages on my phone, so my smile annoyed her. She looked at them and smiled back at me. "You have them?" I thought. She probably had a few saved. She then looked through her phone, smiling at me occasionally, and we chatted about the messages. The atmosphere was relaxed. She was wearing a white suit, and I stood beside her, stealing glances at her rain-soaked figure. Her curves were clearly visible; I could see the pink lace of her bra. Her shawl was soaked through, revealing her beautiful face. It seemed she was taking a shower.
As I secretly observed her, our eyes met. Like a touch, my gaze swept over her. At that moment, nothing else mattered; our eyes spoke volumes. I lowered my eyes, glancing at a group of men and women waiting for their shift, a group embracing. My pockets were empty; all I could hear was the patter of rain and the complaints of a few men and women. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. But what truly captivated me was the touch of her icy fingers that pierced my heart. I reached out, and to my surprise, she touched my hand. Her voice rang out, "Your message is so funny, hehe."

I looked up at her, smiled, my eyes clearly filled with desire.
"Aren't you cold?" "She actually held me in her arms
... My long-lonely heart was suddenly ignited in the rainy night. I looked at her, and asked,
'Yes, what about you?'
'I'm cold, haha, can't I warm each other's hearts by holding each other? We can hear each other's pounding heartbeats, her fragrant body, the one I've been waiting for for so long, and who is my beloved, I would rather never have that,
but, yes, when I looked up at her with hopeless eyes, my beloved, but, she did something I never expected, something I'd never forgotten in my life—'Would you like to go to my sister's house?'
Her burning gaze burned me, and I couldn't refuse. What I couldn't refuse was my body, my desire, my longing for her. At that moment, I almost didn't hesitate, and I pressed on, because I knew, she was mine, and I couldn't forgive her. Anyone would feel the same way in this situation."
Her room wasn't very big, but it was arranged beautifully. There was a milky-colored sandpit covered with a cartoon cloth, a table on a table, and a warm-colored checkered bed with a Pikachu toy on it. I fantasized for a few seconds about it. It was just a bed that held so many of my desires.
I held her close, the warm water soaking my entire body. My lower body was already hard and erect. I quickly took a shower, dried myself off, and went outside. She sat in front of me, listening to soothing songs online. When she saw me come out, she smiled back at me. I walked up behind her and hugged her tightly, kissing her earlobe and neck. My heavy breathing tickled her entire body, and the fragrance of her beautiful body, both perfumed and fleshy, filled me with a wonderful aroma. The moment our bodies touched, she trembled slightly, but then everything felt so natural and smooth. I slid my hand down her shoulder to her chest, slipping it inside her revealing clothes and inserting it into her bra. I grasped her full and sensual breasts and began to knead and rub them. She seemed to shiver as if touched.
"Sister... ah, no, sister, you, you have to bear with it... I'm about to cum..." "Mmm, I want to too, I want to... I'm about to climax."
"What are you looking at?" I grinned mischievously. "What, you don't know what it is? Don't you usually look at those sites?" She twisted my arm and smiled.
Yes, it was all naked. I suddenly playfully grabbed her arm, and she couldn't take it anymore. She jumped up and landed on me, suddenly grabbing my dick. We both froze for a moment.
"What are you doing?" I asked mischievously. "I'm doing this, hehe, I'll just hold him tight." "
Yes?" "...Before I could finish, she offered a passionate kiss with her small, peach-like lips. Our tongues intertwined fiercely, and I began to kiss her wildly... We tugged at each other's skin, admiring each other's figures. I was dressed very lightly, and she was only wearing a thin, smooth black nightgown, like a black net wrapped around her body, with a black bra underneath. Her breasts, barely visible, reached all the way to her neck. I could even see her full breasts forming a dense line. Yes, she was an extremely voluptuous woman.
I remained standing on the bed, kissing her tirelessly, her breath coming in short gasps, her sweet body scent, her soft voice, her gentle light, and her allure—everything aroused..." I finally released my long-suppressed primal force and desire. One hand touched her firm breasts, while the other lifted her nightgown and reached up to the crevice of her shapely legs. My hand slowly moved upwards, reaching between her pink, shy legs, as if trying to prevent my hand from penetrating her vagina. I knew she was afraid she couldn't handle the sensation, or perhaps it was our first time together, our bodies so intimate?
My hand roamed over her slightly trembling body, teasing her primal lust. I knew she couldn't take it anymore; the hand that gripped my dick began to stroke it, and her eyes were filled with a hazy, lustful beauty, as if her sexual desire had risen! We were both consumed by lust. I lifted her body and placed her on the warm, fragrant bed. With a soft yet rough motion, I ripped off her nightgown, revealing her snow-white, flawless body, naked before me. Her figure was exceptionally beautiful, her skin smooth and supple, her curves graceful. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, her buttocks large and luscious, her legs slender and shapely! Was this my man? This beautiful young man? She seemed shy, wasn't she? Her eyes looked like those of a lamb to the slaughter. I felt a pang of guilt and pity; she was indeed my man.
But primal desire overwhelmed that fleeting conscience. I thought we could forgive each other, because of our mutual needs.
Before me lay her beautiful body, her high, undulating buttocks only covered by a small piece of black lace-triangle fabric—plump, sexy, and alluring. Beneath the black fabric, thick black hair peeked out, some even peeking out from under her triangle, incredibly alluring. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch it through the triangle, my hand moving closer to her bulging vulva. The fleshy flesh, through the triangle, spread across her entire body with my palm, giving me an indescribable pleasure. My dick started to grow, making my erection almost burst out!
I touched her with my own thick penis,
watching her aroused and thirsty, her body trembling shyly on the bed, her vulva dripping with wet, lustful fluid, even her triangle was wet. She smiled, her almond-shaped eyes filled with spring, murmuring, and
I felt a pang of tenderness, perhaps a mix of trepidation and something else. I lifted her leg with one hand, and... well, she was very... my final thrust fell away,
and in an instant, her entire body was released, like a flower blooming in the dark, desolate night, blurring my vision.
Her hair was thick and black, and her alluring, suggestive vulva was perfectly formed. The flesh, glistening with lustful fluid, parted her lips, one after the other, just like the small lips on her egg. I couldn't resist for a few seconds before parting her snow-white legs and offering my mouth to her, kissing her deeply, licking her lips with my tongue, gently biting her clitoris, which was as small as a grain of rice. "Ah...ah...you little pervert...you're making me...I'm dying...you're so bad..." I heard her murmur and scold, and I felt very satisfied, so I tried even harder.
"Ah...**...I can't take it anymore...oh...you're licking, licking me so well...I, I want, I want it..."
My pocket was empty. Suddenly, I sucked and licked the flesh of her vagina. A stream of lustful water flowed out of her vagina like a babbling brook, flowing into my mouth. It was sweet and slightly fleshy. Her whole body, she raised her jade legs and lifted her plump buttocks higher, making her vagina protrude even more, as if she wanted me to lick her lustful water even more deeply.
I saw that she was almost in a daze, and her hands were searching for my dick.
I also reached the climax of sex. After a short while, I pulled out and gently touched her plump and sexy body, kissing her. We were exhausted. Some people, I don't know why she doesn't look for male partners, she just tells me that I have a suitable one. In fact, I think she is depressed. However, I began to like her. I feel sorry for her. I know that girls need to be real. That night I did it several times. Hmm, it felt better than the first time because we could both let go. Each time we reached the climax.
"Old...can I lick it?" I mumbled.
She seemed to hear me, her eyes widening. "Sigh...**...calling me old...it makes me uneasy to hear you calling me old all the time...call me sister..."
The tears dripped away, and the desire in my heart ignited.
Suddenly, she pulled me up, and I knew she couldn't take it anymore. She sat up abruptly, her eyes narrowed, and she murmured, "Let me lick it."
"Wow...it's so big...it's amazing..." She glanced at me with her alluring eyes. I had never seen her sexy breasts before. Her beautiful body was covered in sweat and she was panting heavily, as if her long-dormant desire was about to be released.
I instinctively reached out to meet her. It was already hard as water.
Her jade hand grasped my erect penis, and she began to lick it with her tongue. She sucked and teased it with her lips, while her jade hand kneaded my testicles. Yes, I've seen it in movies before, and it's not often done, but it's like sucking a trumpet. The feeling now is so unique and stimulating, making my body go numb. I couldn't help but moan, "Ah...old man, old man, you're so good...so...so comfortable..."
Enjoying her softness, my hands stopped caressing her body. Soon, my penis couldn't take it anymore. And, at this moment, we both needed each other the most. "Oh..." She lay down, and
without hesitation, I thrust into her, aiming high, all the way to the bottom, reaching the depths of her flower core. It had been suppressed for so long, and I finally... And so it began, so rough. Her silk robe was very warm, and her tender flesh gripped me comfortably. Yes, it's normal for an older woman to have breasts, and she couldn't handle my roughness. She grabbed my arm, panting as she looked at me pitifully, "Your size is so big... and you don't care whether I can take it or not... just... sigh... I'm afraid... you, you little devil... sigh..."
I couldn't bear to see her sobbing and pitiful, and blamed myself for my impetuousness, "Old... I didn't know yours was so small... I really want... you can't take it... can't take it,"
"Hmm... when you thrust... too hard... I'm afraid, afraid I can't take it... too much, okay?..." A smile appeared on her lips, making her even more beautiful and charming! I began to slowly thrust in and out, and she seemed to enjoy it, twisting her smooth, white, plump buttocks to cooperate. "Sister, is it okay?"
My mind went blank at that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything. Suddenly, I shuddered, probably from the stimulation of the old and young flesh. I felt the force of the kiss, like being sandwiched in a sandwich, a wonderful dream.
She was completely enjoying it, not paying attention, just moaning and groaning. "Is it not good, sister? Should I pull out?" I suddenly thought mischievously. "No... don't pull out... I want to..." Seeing that she was originally feeling the tingling sensation of me filling her vagina, she suddenly heard this and seemed very scared. She quickly grabbed my back, raised her legs and hooked them around my waist, afraid that I would really pull out.
“Sister… call me husband…”
“No, no… I’m so ashamed… I’m your older brother… I… I can’t say it…”
“Call me… I want you to call me husband… call me husband quickly…” I slowly thrust in and out,
“You’re really torturing me… husband… ah… so ashamed…” I felt her blushing and her alluring eyes were as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night!
“Oh… so good… husband… my little hole feels so good being penetrated… husband… thrust faster…” Her body, brimming with passion, rose and fell with my thrusts, her plump buttocks twisting upwards, moaning passionately: “Oh… your big… big is touching my flower core… oh… so happy… I want you again… oh… so good…” I felt a gush of water gushing out, the other side soaked with her fluids, a feeling of pure bliss. It made me feel an unbearable surge of primal desire, and I began to thrust and pull violently without restraint. She seemed to be burning with lust, holding me tightly. I could almost hear the wetness of her thrusting, like a gentle stream flowing under a lonely starry night. Yes, we were both experiencing intense pleasure, so blissful that we were both going wild. She made me feel like I was dying, her big, fat buttocks twisting violently, moaning and murmuring, "Oh...oh...God...it's so beautiful...ah...it's killing me...humph..." "Hmph... Sister is going to be fucked to death by you... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Again, again..."
Seeing her ecstatic, her beautiful body trembling with surprise, she moaned,
"Oh, oh... I can't take it anymore... Quickly take my... Ah... I can't bear it anymore... Sister is going to be fucked by you, broken... Husband... Brother... You, you've made me... made me..."
Seeing her in ecstasy, her body hanging down, panting, her eyes full of lust, her body slick with sweat and lustful fluids,
her plump buttocks began to desperately thrust and twist to meet me, welcoming the final thrust, sucking and releasing, thrusting and withdrawing, "Sweetheart... Husband... It's killing me... Sister is going to..."
"Ah... Sister... Meat sister... I, I'm going to cum too... Ah, ah..." Suddenly we felt each other suddenly, and hugged each other tightly, her fluids gushing out like a torrent, feeling a tingling sensation, I couldn't help but ejaculate quickly, shooting into that deep flower. She cried out, "Ouch...husband...brother...it's so beautiful..."
after being shot, the days continued to flow like water. I was with her, but we were no longer as close as before. Sometimes, after finishing my writing, we would go out to eat together and then go to her house.
Until my life ended, we were very, very good friends, often receiving each other's company.

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