Passion rekindled

I woke up in the morning and looked at her. She was sleeping soundly. I felt my body and felt a burning desire, fully ready to make love again. So, my hand caressed her body again. She enjoyed my touch in her sleep. I often encountered this situation. She had her back to me, but I liked it this way. It was convenient to hold her and caress her like this, especially her breasts and genitals, which felt more comfortable when they were face to face. She hadn't worn underwear after our second time yesterday, and was completely naked. I gently took off my own underwear and rubbed my penis against her buttocks, trying to arouse her. Sure enough, she turned around under my teasing and tacitly accepted my sexual invitation. After she turned around, I lay on top of her. The towel between our bodies formed an annoying barrier, which I angrily threw aside. Our two passionate bodies were pressed tightly together again. I really liked this feeling. It originated from my first girlfriend. She was a voluptuous woman, 165 cm tall and weighing 120 catties, which was proof enough. Her body felt like a ball of cotton when I held her, soft and warm. Although Ai Ai couldn't compare to her, it was still very comfortable. I held my penis in my hand and continued to rub it between her legs. Under my teasing, she gradually got into the mood. I kept changing positions, sometimes placing my hand on her genitals and teasing her vagina with my middle finger, making her increasingly wet. I pulled her hand to my penis with my other hand. I rarely did this when we made love, partly because I thought she might not like it, and partly because I was always a little embarrassed with her. But today, I felt she seemed interested in my penis, especially after she rubbed it with her little feet. I gained some courage, and sure enough, she didn't refuse at all, obediently taking my penis in her hand. To my surprise, she actually started stroking it gently and softly. Every time her warm, soft hand brushed against the glans, I felt an electric shock of pleasure. I was both surprised and delighted. I didn't expect this girl to be so proactive today. It seemed that after making love with her many times, she had become much more open. We continued to caress each other's genitals. This was the first time, and it excited me greatly. My desire was gradually ignited.

I rolled over, unfastened the last condom, put it on my penis, and inserted it into her vagina. The feeling of entering her body was all too familiar. I don't know how long it lasted, but I was exhausted, sweat pouring down my face. The feeling of ejaculation still seemed so far away. I realized then that while ejaculating quickly was frustrating, not being able to ejaculate was equally maddening. She seemed to enjoy my thrusting, moaning incessantly, but I was in agony. I stopped, rolled her over, and laid her on her side, legs together, curled up, maintaining that position. I gripped my penis, rubbing it against her entrance, and thrust in easily. This position was one I'd seen in an adult film and found interesting, but trying it today didn't feel special. So, I pulled out my penis again, had her lie face down, lifted her hips with both hands, knelt behind her, and thrust in again. I found the feeling, it felt so good. She stuck her butt out high, making it easier for me to penetrate her. Finally, that familiar feeling came. I shuddered, and my millions of semen shot out. I actually let out a long sigh, feeling a sense of relief. Humans are such a hassle. By then, it was already dawn, I think it was around 6 o'clock. She was a heavy sleeper and fell asleep again after we finished. I, however, was lost in thought, tossing and turning. But after doing it three times, I was indeed exhausted. Finally, in a half-asleep state, I heard her phone alarm ring. I knew it was time for us to break up. After she got up, I watched her leave the bedroom. My side was empty, and I felt a little melancholy and sad. This wonderful night was over.

I heard the sound of her washing up in the bathroom. She was still using my toothbrush to brush her teeth. She never hid this from me; perhaps it was just her personality. I lay there for a while, then thought I should get up and see her off. Then I heard the sound of her slapping her face. It seemed she was using my wife's moisturizer. Hehe, what an interesting girl. While I was brushing my teeth, she was already dressed. I kept an eye on her as I brushed, and she stood in the doorway, saying, "I'm leaving." I felt a pang of loss, gave a soft hum, and then heard the door open and close. She was gone. I sighed inwardly; I truly missed her, but it was impossible. The next step was cleaning up the traces. It was a systematic and tedious task, and there wasn't enough time in the morning, but I couldn't leave condoms scattered all over the floor. I had to clean it up at least. So, I began the follow-up work. I've always believed that seeking pleasure is a massive and systematic undertaking; it requires a huge investment of energy. There's planning and preparation beforehand, strenuous activity during, and cleanup afterwards—nothing is easy.

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