My passionate affair with a young woman from Beijing

I. Understanding
That day, as soon as I opened QQ, she greeted me, and we started chatting. She and I were both in Beijing, 30 years old, and newly married—a typical newlywed. But she told me she had practically no sex drive anymore, and there was no passion in her relationship with her husband; they only had sex once or twice a month. At first, I was puzzled. How could there be no passion so soon after marriage? Then I thought about it, and it made sense. If you already have something, and can get it anytime, then there's no passion left. She told me she had just quit her job and was currently looking for work. She didn't want to be a housewife; she wanted to work independently. I asked her if she had ever had any online passion with someone she met online. She said never. She was more focused on the environment and the person, only sensitive to sight and sound. I tried having online sex with her, and honestly, it was completely uninteresting. She didn't respond positively at all; it was always me asking questions and her answering—no fun at all. I wondered if it was even worth continuing to chat with a woman like that. It was probably just a waste of time.
II. Photographs
After chatting with her a few times on and off, I didn't pay much attention. To be honest, I was just chatting with her out of politeness. Later, I asked her for a photo. If she looked good, I might chat with her again; if not, it was goodbye. But she said she didn't have one. I was disappointed. She said she could scan it and give it to me next week. I didn't really care about this perfunctory response; maybe she didn't want to give it to me and was just making up an excuse to comfort me. I didn't think much of it.
That Sunday, I was incredibly bored at home, so I opened QQ and saw she was online! I casually started chatting with her, asking if she had the photos she promised me last time. To be honest, I didn't expect her to actually scan them and send them to me, but she told me she did and sent them to me right away. When I opened them, they were her wedding photos with her husband. Looking at the photos, she was indeed quite pretty, especially her breasts, which seemed rather large, greatly piquing my interest.
I asked her what she was doing now. She said she was bored, her husband had stayed up late last night and was sleeping now.
I said, why don't you come out and meet me, and we can talk?
She hesitated for a long time before saying no.
I said since you don't have anything else to do, let's meet and talk now.
She was still hesitating when she said, "Send me your photos first."
I smiled. I'm 177cm tall and quite confident in myself. I believe any woman would be captivated by my photo, so I sent it to her without hesitation.
After seeing the photos, she finally agreed to meet me.
III. First Meeting
We agreed to meet near a flower market in Beijing. The environment there was nice, and it was relatively close to both of us.
Finally, I saw her! She was wearing a red dress and sunglasses, and she was basically exactly the kind of mature woman I had imagined—full of mature charm, and her breasts were as full as in the photos. Her skin looked very smooth and soft, exactly my ideal of a mature woman. We smiled at each other, like old friends. It was summer, very hot, and almost noon. I suggested we go to a nearby Western restaurant for lunch and a chat, and she agreed, naturally taking my arm as we walked towards the restaurant.
The Western restaurant had two floors, and we went up to the second floor. The second floor was very large, with those romantic rattan chairs, as well as some artificial vines and green leaves. We chose a seat at the very back by the window, where we could clearly see outside, but the waiters coming up from the first floor wouldn't see us immediately.
Then we ordered. We sat there quietly, looking at each other. She was witty and a good conversationalist; we chatted happily and gradually became familiar with each other. I touched her hand; it felt soft and delicate.
I asked her, "Now that I'm touching your hand, is your heart pounding?"
She smiled and said no, there's no need to be so sensitive.
I asked, "Where are you most sensitive?"
She said I had no sensitive spots.
I told him I was there to explore his most sensitive spots. Then I sat down next to him.
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist; it was so soft, with a touch of flesh (actually, I don't really like skinny women who have no meat on them), and it felt so good. She rested her head against me, and then my hand naturally moved to her chest. Oh, even through her clothes, I could clearly feel that mound of flesh—so soft and elastic, and so big! I was so grateful to have met such a beauty!
I put my arm around her and asked, "How are you? Do you feel good?" She nodded shyly.
Then I quietly asked her, "Has the water come out yet?" Her face immediately turned red, and she pouted at me coquettishly, saying, "Am I that useless?"
"Okay, let me feel it and see if I can tell." I immediately reached my hand into her skirt and started groping.
"No, what if the waiter comes up and sees us?" she said nervously.
"It's okay, he can't see it. As soon as I see him coming up, I'll just pull it out, okay?" I comforted her.
My hand slowly began to reach into her mysterious depths. She pressed her head tightly against my chest, and I could clearly feel her heart pounding. In my ear, she began to moan softly, a sound that was intoxicating and aroused a strong desire to conquer. My penis immediately became erect under the temptation of that sound.
My hand suddenly felt a forest. Oh, I've arrived! I slowly continued downwards, searching for the woman's most sensitive clitoris. Suddenly, the forest turned into a plain. Oh, her pubic hair is so sparse, and it's already wet. I immediately found the clitoris and began to gently rub it with my fingers.
"Ah, no!" She tensed up immediately and hugged my neck tightly.
"Didn't you say there was no water? But I feel like the water is flooding everywhere. Do we need to carry out a rescue operation?" I whispered mischievously in her ear.
"No, it's all your fault. Who asked you to touch me there?" she said shyly in my arms, like a young girl just experiencing first love.
"Since it's all my fault anyway, I might as well go all the way and be bad!" I tightened my kneading, and she trembled incessantly in my arms, her juices flowing out even more continuously, soaking my hands.
"I can't take it anymore, please, just take it out!" she pleaded, panting.
"Then where should I put my hands? If I take them out?"
"Can you put it on my chest? It's itchy there too."
"Okay." I pulled my hand out and let her smell it. "Smell it, what does it smell like?"
"Ugh!" She took my hand and carefully wiped it with a napkin.
I placed my hand on her full breasts again. They were so round and smooth; her skin was really beautiful.
"Look, there's a waiter from the restaurant across the street looking this way. Shall we do it for him?"
"No way! I'd be so embarrassed if someone saw us!"
"It's okay, it's quite far, he won't be able to see very clearly." I placed my hand on her breast and began to kiss her passionately again. She immediately responded, hugging my neck tightly and frequently sticking her sweet tongue in to tease me.
Her face was flushed, and her chest heaved. We reached out and embraced each other almost simultaneously. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and we kissed, greedily sucking each other's saliva. Our tongues intertwined fiercely, and my hands kneaded her breasts. Her breasts were large and soft. I could feel some fat on her waist, but not much. This was a body that could arouse the sexual desire of any man.
Her trembling grew more and more violent, her face turning red. "Shall we go? Let's go somewhere else."
I knew she couldn't take it anymore, which suited me perfectly, so I reluctantly removed my hand from her breast.
We accepted the bill and left the restaurant.
IV. The First Passion
Where to go? I'm not very familiar with this area.
"There seems to be a hotel over there. I saw it when I was seeing a friend off before, but I don't know what it's like," she told me shyly.
I knew she was enduring the same torment as me, so we went to the hotel she mentioned.
Once inside the room, I closed the door, and she immediately threw herself into my arms. We held each other tightly.
She immediately threw herself into my arms, and our lips met in a wet kiss! At first, I was even a little surprised—so impulsive! She entwined her wet tongue with mine while holding me tightly, panting heavily… The kiss was passionate and intense; I pressed myself against her body, rubbing my already erect member against her through my pants, making her gasp and moan…
I felt her trembling intensify; she seemed incredibly sensitive. Suddenly, she convulsed—she had orgasmed! We separated slightly, then continued our passionate embrace. Her panties were visibly wet. I'd actually been wanting to insert my penis for a while, but since she was such a beauty, a respectable young woman, there was no rush; I had to savor her slowly!
We disarmed each other, and naked, we entwined on the bed. The real foreplay began… I slowly manipulated, licked, caressed, and enjoyed her body, watching her tremble slightly, pant, and writhe. When I reached her genitals, I gave her oral sex… It was so small, so tight, so wet. She raised her hips high, wrapped her legs around my shoulders, and cradled my head in her hands, greedily savoring the unparalleled, intense pleasure she was receiving. She murmured, “Oh… oh… how do you understand women so well… oh…”
Her hands roamed boldly over my skin, and we both gasped for breath. Her movements were even more intense than mine; she licked my cheeks, lips, neck, and chest, then kissed my thighs and knees. She even licked my toes, which made me a little embarrassed. Finally, she started licking my penis. I lay on the bed, letting her use her mouth to stimulate it. She touched my nipples with one hand and used the other to assist her mouth in stroking my glans. Her technique was excellent, and I grabbed her head, groaning loudly… I lay on the bed, arching my hips, and she pressed her entire face against my anus, stroking my penis with her hand while licking my anus incessantly. Oh, I was so excited!
Waves of pleasure made me dizzy. I turned over and laid her flat on the bed, then buried my head in her vulva. Her vulva had a faint, fishy smell, which excited me even more. The moment my lips touched her labia majora, she let out a loud "Ah!" I realized her vulva was completely wet. I sucked her labia majora into my mouth, gently licking them and teasing her clitoris. Soon my face was covered in her fluids; I even drank a lot! She squeezed my head between her legs, moaning loudly and writhing her body. "Will you come in?" she asked, wanting it.
I laid her flat, and she stared at me intently with wide eyes, her breasts rising and falling. I guided my penis to her vaginal opening with my hand and slid it in with a forceful thrust. "Oh!" she cried out loudly. My penis began to thrust in and out of her wet, soft, and warm vagina. She shook her hips violently in rhythm with each of my thrusts, crying out loudly with a hint of sobbing. She must not have had sex like this in a long time; I could feel how desperate she was. I turned her around and entered her vagina from behind. I grabbed her plump, white buttocks with both hands, thrusting rapidly, my lower abdomen slapping against her buttocks with a loud "slap, slap." She writhed in pleasure and ecstasy under my thrusts.
"Baby, I'm penetrating your vagina, does it feel good?"
"Go ahead and insert it, insert it however you want, I'm yours!"
"Baby, do you like my big cock?"
"I love it, I love it so much! I want your big cock to fuck me to death, hurry up and fuck me, I'm really going to die..."
We were exchanging all sorts of lewd things, it was so exciting. She clung to me tightly, crying out, "Faster, baby, faster, don't stop!" I knew we were about to come, so I increased the frequency. "Ah, ah, ah," a long moan came from deep within her throat, and then I felt her vagina tremble a few times. She had come. I thrust even more excitedly, I was about to ejaculate!
"Husband, please have mercy on me, I can't take it anymore," she began to beg, which excited every nerve of my desire even more. I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up, so I could see our genitals every time we intercourse. Ah, finally, I poured all my semen into her uterus!
It took us a long time to wake up. The sheets were soaked with sweat. She smiled at me, gently stroking my penis. I lowered my head and put my tongue in her mouth, and she sucked on it eagerly…

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