She has so much water!

The seven-day National Day holiday passed quickly, and I returned to my normal work. However, my life became increasingly exciting due to the intrusion of "It's so hard to be a good person."

Because of the success of our last voice live stream, we talked more and more.

Looking back now, this process was obviously quick, but at the time, it felt incredibly long.

With my persistent efforts, she said to me for the first time, "I want your big cock to fuck my little cunt." She

also sent me her photo for the first time.

Although the photo was filtered, her delicate features were still evident.

She had fair skin and a pair of captivating eyes, misty and seemingly always moved. Her cherry-like lips were slightly upturned, showing both anger and joy.

In short, the moment I saw the photo, I began to fantasize about her.

I imagined her expressive eyes; if I were to thrust into her forcefully, those eyes would be filled with both lust and innocent naivety—how moving that would be!

And that little mouth—although she said she didn't like licking men's cocks, I could almost imagine the pleasure of inserting a big cock into it.

“I want to fuck you,” I told her.

“I don’t want to do it with you,” she told me bluntly, indicating I wasn’t her type.

“You don’t have to be so blunt!” I felt a little disappointed, but pretended to be angry.

“Being direct is good.”

“Sad!” I said, “None of the women around me dislike me.”

“Then I’m the first.”

At this point, I was confused.

I could clearly feel her resistance. She didn’t care about flirting with me online, but if I wanted to take it further, she would firmly refuse.

Why?

To this day, even after I successfully penetrated her, I still don’t understand this question.

Women’s hearts are truly unpredictable.

However, this was also a challenge for me.

Men are born with a desire to conquer; the more difficult a woman is, the more you want to conquer her. When you finally manage to ride her, the thrill of conquest can even surpass the pleasure of sex itself.

When I was younger, thanks to my attractive appearance and appropriate humor, I didn’t experience any setbacks in my relationships. Even now, approaching forty, I occasionally encounter women who take the initiative to approach me.

How could I accept being told I didn't like a woman?

"I'm going to fuck you, and I'll make you beg me to," I thought to myself.

But the message I actually sent was: "Oh my god, you took my virginity! You have to take responsibility!"

"Hehe," she laughed, amused. "Then I'll take responsibility for not wanting to have sex with you."

We chatted like that, casually, but talking about sex every day wouldn't last. I started to learn about her life.

Her marriage wasn't happy. Her husband, let's call him A, had cheated on her twice.

The first time was when a friend took him to a prostitute. At that time, A was still an honest man. After that, he was terrified of getting AIDS. Under the pressure of the disease and guilt towards his wife, he confessed to the prostitution and begged for forgiveness, saying, "It's so hard to be a good person."

She forgave A. "If I had AIDS, I'd die with you," she told A.

To be honest, I was somewhat moved when I heard this. This woman truly loved her husband.

Fortunately, her husband did not contract the disease. After a second test six months later, it was finally confirmed that he was not infected with HIV. Speaking of which, I remember that the incubation period for HIV can be quite long; I don't know how they tested for it. I advise everyone here that even if you're having casual sex, try to take precautions.

A's second affair occurred while she was working in another city.

She told me that she didn't know her husband was cheating at the time. When she went to visit him, the two of them had sex in a hotel.

"We did it several times back then. He lasted a long time and we tried many new positions. It must have been with that woman... I feel disgusted just thinking about it now."

I didn't know how to answer.

"After I found out he was cheating, I went to see that woman." She added.

I was a little surprised: "Meet? What did you meet for?"

"We ate, drank, and sang together," she said. "I had to pretend I didn't know about their affair and play the role of a virtuous wife and mother... They were discussing abortion in another private room, and I was outside."

I had heard her mention the woman who had an abortion for her husband before.

She talked for a long time, and I could sense that her depression of many years had erupted, and she needed to confide in someone about the resentment in her heart.

I listened quietly to her story, saying little.

"Ugh... listening to all this must be annoying, right?" she asked.

"Not annoying," I said. "If I said I don't want to sleep with you right now, I just feel sorry for you, do you believe me?"

"I believe you."

I sent a hugging emoji.

Her misfortune lessened my desire. For a long time, I only considered her a friend, not thinking about anything romantic.

The turning point came a month later.

My company sent me to Jiangsu for training.

When I got home, I was still a little confused. My company had never sent anyone to Jiangsu for training before, and I'd never been sent there either... This time, both things happened, was it fate?

"I'm coming to Jiangsu the day after tomorrow," I sent her a message.

"Hmm?"

I said, "I'm coming to Jiangsu the day after tomorrow, my company sent me here for training."

"Oh."

She was probably surprised too; the three little black dots representing "typing" flashed one after another. After a while, she added, "I won't see you."

As expected.

I asked, "Are you scared?"

She: "Scared of what?"

I: "Scared that I'll sleep with you, scared that you won't be able to control yourself."

She: "That's why I won't see you."

I: "It's okay. We'll talk about it later. I'll ask you out when I get here, and you don't have to come."

The business trip was arranged quickly. The flight was in the evening, and I arrived close to midnight.

Because it was a business trip, we stayed in a double room. I shared a room with my colleague Zhang Ping. This guy is a real pervert. Because of him, a lot of things happened, but I won't go into details here. I'll write about it separately next time.

After a day of training, I sent her a photo of the training session.

"The training was quite easy, just a little annoying."

She: "It's good that it's easy. I envy you guys, your work isn't tiring."

I: "It looks like you're not tired, but the pressure is high, otherwise I wouldn't be chatting randomly online."

She: "Hehe. Are there any pretty girls in the training group?"

I: "I was thinking about seeing you, I didn't notice."

She: "Why do you insist on seeing me?"

I: "I want to hug you. If you don't want to do anything, I can just hug you."

She: "I'm taking the kids to the park tonight. If you want to see me, you can come over."

With a child… I couldn't help but roll my eyes. With a child, I probably couldn't even hold them.

This was a good thing, at least she was willing to meet.

That's the difference between men and women. For men, it might just be a meeting, but for women, meeting a stranger almost implicitly means they're willing to have sex.

Although that might not apply to her.

I quickly showered and made myself look presentable.

The park was a relatively lively place in the area, with a commercial street behind it. Many middle-aged women were dancing in the square, and the surrounding area was full of children's playgrounds and food stalls.

I waited for a long time with my phone in hand before finally seeing her.

The moment I saw her, my heart raced.

She was wearing a light yellow t-shirt, her breasts were high and full, and she wore jeans that made her legs look very shapely.

This outfit wasn't too seductive, but it highlighted her figure. It was a simple outfit, but you could tell she had put thought into it.

She seemed a little nervous. I walked over.

"Hi."

She looked up at me, and I finally saw her face up close.

Her skin was as fair as in the photo, but her eyes were even more alluring. She had a faint, strange fragrance, unlike any I'd ever seen on a woman.

I couldn't help but inhale softly—a milky scent? It smelled like milk, but without any fishy odor.

"What are you looking at, you idiot!" she said with a laugh.

I chuckled, "When you see a beautiful woman, you can't help but take a second look."

As I spoke, I deliberately let my gaze fall on her chest.

Her breasts were indeed large, at least a D cup, pushing against her loose t-shirt, quite a sight.

"Hey!" she called out to me, then whispered, "Well, you've seen enough, haven't you? I'm going back."

She turned to leave, but didn't move.

I smiled and asked, "Hey, don't go yet... Didn't you bring the child? Where is the child?"

She tossed her hair with her hand, "His grandfather is with him. I told them I was just out for a walk."

I nodded, "Then let's talk somewhere else. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us; it would be hard for you to explain."

"Where to talk?"

I pointed to a hotel sign nearby, "There's a teahouse up there. Let's talk there."

She hummed in agreement, not refusing.

We got into the elevator, and I pressed the floor button.

In these commercial buildings, entire floors are usually rented out, and each floor button in the elevator has the name of the business listed next to it.

When she saw me press the button, she asked, "Didn't we say we were going to a teahouse? Why are we going to a hotel? Did you press the wrong

button?" I looked directly into her eyes, "No, I didn't. I booked a room at the hotel... I just wanted to hug you."

"Then I won't go!" She reached for the elevator button.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly.

"I want to fuck you, but I won't do anything if you don't agree!"

We were too close; she tried to keep her upper body away from me, but I held her waist, our waists pressed tightly together.

Smelling her unique scent, my penis was already hard.

"Ding!"

The elevator reached our floor. I moved slightly away from her, but didn't let go, pulling her towards the room.

Her hands trembled slightly, occasionally trying to shake me off, but when I opened the door, she quickly slipped inside.

I closed the door and saw her looking around the room, so I opened my arms.

"Come on, give me a hug."

She glared at me: "Who wants to hug you? You're up to no good!"

"Hehe, how do you know I'm up to no good?" I moved closer, grabbing her waist with both hands and pulling her in front of me.

"Can you feel it?" I asked.

"Ouch, let go!"

"Can you feel it?" I whispered in her ear.

"What!?"

I placed my hands on her buttocks and thrust my already erect penis forward forcefully.

“I got hard right there in the square.”

“Hey, let me go! I want to go back!” She struggled.

I pounced on her on the bed, grabbed her hands, and pressed my body against hers: “I’m going to fuck you.”

“You said you’d only hug me… mmm!” She still struggled.

As she spoke, I leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

Soft.

The full lips felt wonderful, and she made a “mmm” sound, twisting her body, trying to push me away.

I used my knee to spread her legs, but instead of continuing, I pulled away from her lips, looked at her, and said seriously, “I’m going to fuck you!”

Without waiting for her response, I kissed her neck.

She had once said that her ears were her most sensitive spot. Sure

enough, when my tongue gently licked them, her struggles immediately weakened, as if my tongue had an electric current, making her tremble all over.

“You’re dressed so beautifully because you want me to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear.

“Ah…no! I usually dress like this, please don’t kiss me…no…”

I pressed my body against hers, thrusting my hips and pounding my penis against her genitals through my pants.

“I want to kiss you, I want to fuck you too,” I whispered, my voice becoming increasingly breathless.

“No…I can’t help it…”

“Can’t help wanting to be fucked? Then don’t hold back!” I grabbed her left hand and placed it between my legs. My

hard penis was already erect.

Her hand trembled slightly when she touched it. She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it tightly.

“You have a fragrance,” I continued to tease her earlobe.

Her earlobe was round and smooth; my tongue licked it, and it felt cool, like jade.

“What’s the smell?” she asked, gently squeezing my penis with her left hand.

I quickly reached down to pull down my pants. She removed her left hand during the process but didn’t struggle anymore. Once I released my penis, I grabbed her hand again, making her hold it.

“So hard,” she whispered.

I laughed and reached out to squeeze her large breasts. "It's hard to describe, but it's a very stimulating taste... Your breasts are so big, let me lick them."

Through her t-shirt, I opened my mouth and took her breast in, or rather, her bra.

"No!" she quickly pushed me away. "You'll get your clothes dirty!"

I stood up, my penis throbbing in front of her, her eyes fixed on it.

"Then take it off!" I reached up and lifted her clothes, unhooking her bra.

Her large, white breasts sprang out, slightly sagging, yet still standing tall like mountains. I thought, even without having children, breasts that big would naturally sag.

I took her breast in my mouth, my tongue flicking and stimulating her nipple. My hand moved between her legs, caressing it a few times, then, through her jeans, I began to rub her vulva.

She was hot and slightly wet down there.

"Ah..." she let out a soft gasp.

I continued to tease her, even though judging from her reaction, she clearly didn't need foreplay anymore, I still teased her slowly and deliberately.

I licked her breasts and earlobes, rubbed her vulva with my hands, forced her to hold my penis... Under the constant stimulation, she went from struggling to enjoying it, letting out pleasurable "mmm" sounds.

I reached to unzip her pants, but she grabbed me warily.

"No!" she bit her lip, her voice slightly tearful.

I took her hand, brought it to my lips, kissed it gently, then placed her hand above her head and continued to unzip her pants.

"Just enjoy it!" I said.

I resolutely pulled down her pants.

She was already soaking wet.

I don't know when it started, but the vaginal fluid that had been flowing out had almost completely soaked her panties

. Her thick pubic hair, wet with the fluid, reflected a faint glow under the light, incredibly alluring. This time, I didn't hesitate, directly guiding my penis to her vaginal opening.

With a thrust of my hips, my entire penis entered effortlessly, our private parts pressed tightly together, as if we were one!

"Ah!"

she cried out.

To this day, I can still recall that moan, a moan filled with satisfaction, shame, guilt, pleasure, and enjoyment.

Her expression seemed to be on the verge of tears, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her legs clamping tightly around my waist.

My penis entered her tender, fluid-filled vagina, enveloped by layers of soft flesh, those tender flesh like tiny mouths, constantly kissing my penis.

This made me involuntarily let out a satisfied gasp.

I leaned down, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "So good, you're so wet down there."

"...Make a nest..." she began to speak, her voice too soft, very indistinct.

"What?" I gently pulled out my penis, leaving only the glans inside, and then thrust it in hard.

"Ah!" She threw her head back, her mouth wide open, "Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"

I stopped talking and just kept thrusting my hips, each time pulling the glans to the entrance of her vagina before slamming it in hard.

Her vagina was constantly secreted with vaginal fluid, lubricating the entire vagina. Her vagina was originally very tight, but with this amount of vaginal fluid, I could hardly feel the tingling sensation of my penis being sucked anymore. Only when I pulled out my penis could I feel her tender flesh on the coronal sulcus of the glans, the friction between us bringing a thrilling pleasure.

"Ah...ah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder...ah...fuck me! Fuck me faster!"

In just one minute, she was screaming without restraint.

I felt her vagina begin to contract, so I increased the speed. She screamed even more ecstatically.

Of all the women I had fucked, none had ever screamed like her.

In the midst of the continuous thrusting, suddenly, she let out an extremely high-pitched scream.

"Ah—ah!"

Then, her body tensed, covered in sweat, and her whole body convulsed violently, a warm gush of fluid gushing from her vagina.

She had orgasmed!

I continued thrusting with all my might, but my attention was somehow drawn to her face.

The veins on her forehead were bulging, her whole face flushed, full of lust. Her expression seemed to be in pain, yet also in extreme pleasure, even looking somewhat ferocious with gritted teeth.

As I write these words, I suddenly realize that a person's expression can be so complex.

The high-pitched cry stopped abruptly, her tense and stiff body suddenly went limp, and then she let out a soft sigh.

I knew she had been satisfied.

I kissed her forehead, my lips covered in sweat.

My penis was still hard, but on the verge of breaking down, and stimulated by her vaginal fluids, I forced myself not to ejaculate… If I had known she would orgasm so quickly, I should have just ejaculated directly.

"Hug me." I hugged her, the movement of my body pulling on my penis, which stimulated her sensitive vagina, causing her lower body to twitch.

She hugged me weakly.

"So good," she whispered, her voice as gentle as a kitten's.

We hugged for a few minutes, waiting for the afterglow of her orgasm to subside, and I continued thrusting. But she pushed me away, saying seriously, "I have to go back."

"Huh?" I was surprised. "We've only been doing this for a few minutes, there's still time."

"No, I just told the child's grandfather I was going to see a friend. If I don't go back, they'll start to worry."

She quickly got up, now openly displaying her naked body in front of me without the slightest shyness, but her face flushed again when she saw the basketball-sized wet patch on the sheet.

She glared at me, pulled the blanket over herself, and covered the wet patch.

In just one minute, she was dressed, and apart from being covered in sweat, she looked no different than when she came in.

Seeing that she was really leaving, I didn't want to stop her anymore. I just pretended to be pitiful and pointed to my hard penis, asking, "What should I do?"

"You'll have to take care of it yourself, haha!" she laughed, patting my glans. "I'm leaving now!"

I grabbed her hand, cupped her face, and kissed her. "Want to contact me again?"

She lowered her eyes, too shy to look at me, and only murmured "Mmm."

After she left, I sat on the bed, lifted the covers, and looked at the basketball-sized wet spot, laughing. She was so wet! I wondered if it was always this much?

Maybe I could try again tomorrow?

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