The moans of a mature woman

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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 evoke many fantasies in any man at first sight. I was no exception; she deeply attracted my gaze. 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 like that; 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're both adults; we both know what we're supposed to do when we're together. On our second date, she sipped her coffee and casually gave me some hints. She told me her husband was going back to his hometown that weekend, and she didn't want to go. Of course, I understood what she meant; 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 snuggled under an umbrella, strolling in the drizzling 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; maybe Cupid led us here. Lin then asked if I was sure I'd really let her upstairs. 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."

That's right, 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 opened the door with difficulty, pretending to be angry, and said to her, "Just wait until I get inside, I'll teach you a lesson." She chuckled lewdly and said, "Okay, as long as you have the ability."

I've lived here for almost ten years. When I moved to the new house, almost nothing was moved. After entering the house, I didn't turn on the light, and carried her straight to the bedroom.

Outside, it was still drizzling, like weeping tears. With a pounding heart, we began to kiss in the night. A very long kiss, as if it lasted an eternity. Our lips were tightly joined together, our tongues eagerly exploring each other
, then tightly entwining and swallowing, unwilling to separate for a long time. At the same time, my hands were not idle either, gently caressing her breasts. The feel told me that there was something I couldn't resist under her thin clothes. Sure enough, when I put my hands inside her clothes, a pair of full breasts encircled my hands. Although she was still wearing her bra, I could feel that it wasn't padded. I didn't unhook it; there was no rush—sex isn't simply a few minutes of physical release; it's a process, a process of spiritual connection. Those who understand sex will fully immerse themselves in it, slowly enjoying and savoring the pleasure it brings.

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

Finally, with a panting moan, 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 enveloped in a hazy pink hue, adding a touch 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 vibrant, radiating a glow that made my heart race in the dim light. Suddenly, Lin grabbed my hand—I wanted to unbutton her skirt. Shyness is an innate instinct for women, so I stopped and continued kissing her.

A moment later, her hands relaxed, and she groaned and gasped.

Her bra was unhooked, revealing a pair of large, plump, white breasts, their cherry-like nipples trembling. 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—she was charming and alluring, captivating and seductive.

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

Lin groaned softly. My hand began to gently stroke my head, like a mother tenderly caressing her child.

I took my other breast into my mouth, while one hand kneaded the tender, alluring nipple on the breast I had just caressed. My other hand slid down, reaching the thick, moist patch of 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 then I found my hand was being held tightly.

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