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Summer has returned to Harbin, the "Ice City." A mix of hope and disappointment lingers (hope for work, disappointment at the lack of outlets for sexual happiness). The midday sun blazes, the breeze is lazy, the cool blue nights are tempting! The mundane tasks of making a living are tiresome, longing only for a beautiful woman to embrace me! I've been shuttling between Harbin and Shanghai, and I worried that the monotonous work would wear down my youth and extinguish my desires. It's been quite a while since I've visited the amusement park to witness the joyous world of other sexually fulfilled people. After a brief glimpse of fleshy buttocks, full breasts, silky legs, and long legs, I can no longer suppress the urge to write something. A surge of carnal desire and a strong visual impact—haha, everyone, how wonderful! Let me share a happy event from a few days ago to brighten your day. It must have been in May, on a night after the holidays. I met up with a woman I'd met some time ago on my WeChat secondary account. I call her "sister" because she's quite a bit older than me. (This story is only detailed with her consent, so feel free to continue.) She had just returned from a business trip, and we both understood each other's needs and the purpose of our meeting—a wild, unrestrained celebration, a display of our skills to please each other and find happiness. After exchanging messages on WeChat, I naturally prepared the "props" for the evening, and she naturally rushed over as soon as possible. Calling them props might be a bit of an exaggeration; we both tried to find some lighthearted fun, worried that overly extravagant props without preparation would ruin the atmosphere and feeling. In our playful banter, we prepared red wine, popping candy, ice cream, hot water, and of course, some alluring and subtly seductive silk. We agreed to meet at my hotel, and there was still a slight awkwardness upon meeting. It had been a while since we'd seen each other, so to ease the awkwardness, I gently kissed her lips in the elevator. We exchanged a knowing smile, dispelling the awkwardness and bringing back the long-awaited feeling. She then leaned against my chest. Her hair was still so long, smooth, and fragrant; I couldn't bear to let it get messy and only gently smoothed it. I wanted to express my concern for her tired journey, but I was afraid that showing too much affection would spoil her. Since we both have families, I didn't dare let my emotions overflow, lest she feel too dependent and reluctant to let go. If lovers or casual sex partners are like matches and matchboxes, then the sparks that fly from their collision can provide temporary warmth, but we can't let that fleeting flame ignite the volatile reality of life. So, after a brief greeting in the room, she went to take a shower, while I turned off the lights, lit candles, and prepared red wine, popping candy, ice cream, hot water, and other necessities. Of course, I had already prepared sexy clothes for her in the bathroom. When she came out of the shower wearing the prepared clothes, sure enough, a tall, shapely, sexy beauty stood before me. I could no longer suppress my joy and desire, and pulled her into my arms, giving her a passionate kiss and caressing her soft breasts. I once asked her why she recovered so well after having a child, and she said, "If I hadn't recovered so well, how could you have fallen for my short skirts and become so obsessed with my skills?" Actually, I never knew her exact age, only that her child was in middle school. Out of respect, I never asked further. Since this woman in front of me could satisfy me and give me some affection, why care so much? So, I never made a fuss about it. She looked around the room in the dim candlelight, touching the clothes I had prepared, and praised me for being a little romantic. In this environment, I couldn't help but feel that something had to happen to justify my efforts. I replied that if it weren't for something happening, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths. Don't let my mood tonight go to waste, okay? Is there anything else we should do? She playfully replied that we'd only know if you did a good job later. This conversation took place when I had my arms around her waist from behind (my index finger was on her breast), pressing against her buttocks, because only in this way could I feel the arousal brought by her curves. She turned and kissed me for a while, then turned back to caress each other, our tongues entwined. Presumably to make her figure appear more toned, she wore a bra. I'm sure everyone has experienced the difference between the feel of wearing a bra and not wearing one. Wearing a bra makes one feel more upright and sculpted. Writing is quite mentally taxing; you have to recall the details and consider the wording. Without a comfortable environment, it's truly physically demanding. While we caressed each other, I kneaded her swaying hips and firm, perky breasts, her smooth hair, and her slender neck, while she played with my erect penis. After all, it's a bit inconvenient to put your hand inside your pants, so she simply pulled them down below my trousers. Between kisses and moans, her tongue slid to my chest. Hehe, I could feel that my chest was just a transitional area for her, and she impatiently took my throbbing member into her mouth. At this point, I tried to move to the table where my phone was to take some photos as a memento, but she waved her hand, indicating that I shouldn't take pictures, so I gave up the idea and quietly enjoyed the stimulation of her wet tongue and the sight. I still occasionally wanted to bend down and knead her breasts. While sucking on my erect penis, she gestured for me to turn on the popping candy for her. The popping candy in her mouth throbbed against my nipples, providing a strong stimulation, and I could feel more saliva being drawn into her mouth. She tried to let the popping candy's vibrations envelop her entire body, her mouth moving and sucking around it. When it was about to move to DanDan, I gestured for me to lie down on the bed, so she would have more space to play, and I could enjoy myself more easily. The teasing of the popping candy spread around her inner thighs and the area around her penis, raging... As her hands searched for a condom, I knew she wanted me inside (wearing a condom is a mutual agreement and a responsibility to the family; although it lacks the physical sensation of skin-to-skin contact, it's the safest and longest-lasting way). As I put the condom on her erect penis, she couldn't help but sit down, holding onto it. As she sat down, I could feel the obvious wetness and hear the sounds. Without much effort, I easily slid in, warm and wet. Now, as the "horse," I could only remove her bra, pull it to my mouth, and lick and suck, my mouth and hands alternately kneading her breasts. I could clearly feel her excitement in this position, but she was constrained by the inability to move freely up and down. So, she pushed my body flat, behaving like a lustful woman, using her warm lower body to envelop her penis, twisting back and forth—this was the position where she most easily reached orgasm. I knew she was eager to reach climax first, so I straightened my back, tensing my muscles as DiDi cooperated with all her might. Her movements became more and more pronounced, the sensations more and more intense. With a muffled cry and a slight tremor in her body, I knew she had come... She patted my chest, smiling at me with satisfaction, both lewd and beautiful... After a few moments of her up-and-down motion, we changed positions, of course, with me in control. This gave me an even stronger sense of conquest and accomplishment. The rear-entry position allowed me to fully appreciate her waist and hips, which was incredibly stimulating. I couldn't help but admire her full, round buttocks; the impact felt completely natural. Slapping her buttocks and exchanging words further amplified the excitement and satisfaction. We changed positions, exchanging lewd phrases. And on and on... Undeterred, DiDi took 40 minutes to finally ejaculate into her warm mouth. Heh, just one ejaculation, but it used up four condoms. Because I had to remove the condom, put ice cream in it, and repeatedly stimulate it with hot water, I could clearly feel Didi's fatigue after the encounter. I had a dinner appointment with a friend in the same industry, so I can only write this far. I apologize, writing this was truly exhausting. Beautiful Harbin brought sexual bliss, but also contained far too many work-related worries. Also, because her family couldn't allow us to continue our obsession, we agreed not to contact each other again after that, treating each other like strangers. Therefore, I sincerely seek married women or single women in Harbin for friendship, but with one principle: it cannot affect either of our families. That's all. I haven't tried a threesome yet; just thinking about it makes me shudder . So, I can't accept a threesome for now. I'm running out of time. I have to go to my appointment soon. Goodbye, friends. I wish all of you: lustful men have lustful women by your side, and wanton women can sit comfortably on your "Ruyi Jingu Bang" (a magical staff). Goodbye.

Summer has returned to Harbin, the "Ice City." A mix of hope and disappointment lingers (hope for work, disappointment at the lack of outlets for sexual happiness). The midday sun blazes, the breeze is lazy, the cool blue nights are tempting! The mundane tasks of making a living are tiresome, longing only for a beautiful woman to embrace me! I've been shuttling between Harbin and Shanghai, and I worried that the monotonous work would wear down my youth and extinguish my desires. It's been quite a while since I've visited the amusement park to witness the joyous world of other sexually fulfilled people. After a brief glimpse of fleshy buttocks, full breasts, silky legs, and long legs, I can no longer suppress the urge to write something. A surge of carnal desire and a strong visual impact—haha, everyone, how wonderful! Let me share a happy event from a few days ago to brighten your day. It must have been in May, on a night after the holidays. I met up with a woman I'd met some time ago on my WeChat secondary account. I call her "sister" because she's quite a bit older than me. (This story is only detailed with her consent, so feel free to continue.) She had just returned from a business trip, and we both understood each other's needs and the purpose of our meeting—a wild, unrestrained celebration, a display of our skills to please each other and find happiness. After exchanging messages on WeChat, I naturally prepared the "props" for the evening, and she naturally rushed over as soon as possible. Calling them props might be a bit of an exaggeration; we both tried to find some lighthearted fun, worried that overly extravagant props without preparation would ruin the atmosphere and feeling. In our playful banter, we prepared red wine, popping candy, ice cream, hot water, and of course, some alluring and subtly seductive silk. We agreed to meet at my hotel, and there was still a slight awkwardness upon meeting. It had been a while since we'd seen each other, so to ease the awkwardness, I gently kissed her lips in the elevator. We exchanged a knowing smile, dispelling the awkwardness and bringing back the long-awaited feeling. She then leaned against my chest. Her hair was still so long, smooth, and fragrant; I couldn't bear to let it get messy and only gently smoothed it. I wanted to express my concern for her tired journey, but I was afraid that showing too much affection would spoil her. Since we both have families, I didn't dare let my emotions overflow, lest she feel too dependent and reluctant to let go. If lovers or casual sex partners are like matches and matchboxes, then the sparks that fly from their collision can provide temporary warmth, but we can't let that fleeting flame ignite the volatile reality of life. So, after a brief greeting in the room, she went to take a shower, while I turned off the lights, lit candles, and prepared red wine, popping candy, ice cream, hot water, and other necessities. Of course, I had already prepared sexy clothes for her in the bathroom. When she came out of the shower wearing the prepared clothes, sure enough, a tall, shapely, sexy beauty stood before me. I could no longer suppress my joy and desire, and pulled her into my arms, giving her a passionate kiss and caressing her soft breasts. I once asked her why she recovered so well after having a child, and she said, "If I hadn't recovered so well, how could you have fallen for my short skirts and become so obsessed with my skills?" Actually, I never knew her exact age, only that her child was in middle school. Out of respect, I never asked further. Since this woman in front of me could satisfy me and give me some affection, why care so much? So, I never made a fuss about it. She looked around the room in the dim candlelight, touching the clothes I had prepared, and praised me for being a little romantic. In this environment, I couldn't help but feel that something had to happen to justify my efforts. I replied that if it weren't for something happening, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths. Don't let my mood tonight go to waste, okay? Is there anything else we should do? She playfully replied that we'd only know if you did a good job later. This conversation took place when I had my arms around her waist from behind (my index finger was on her breast), pressing against her buttocks, because only in this way could I feel the arousal brought by her curves. She turned and kissed me for a while, then turned back to caress each other, our tongues entwined. Presumably to make her figure appear more toned, she wore a bra. I'm sure everyone has experienced the difference between the feel of wearing a bra and not wearing one. Wearing a bra makes one feel more upright and sculpted. Writing is quite mentally taxing; you have to recall the details and consider the wording. Without a comfortable environment, it's truly physically demanding. While we caressed each other, I kneaded her swaying hips and firm, perky breasts, her smooth hair, and her slender neck, while she played with my erect penis. After all, it's a bit inconvenient to put your hand inside your pants, so she simply pulled them down below my trousers. Between kisses and moans, her tongue slid to my chest. Hehe, I could feel that my chest was just a transitional area for her, and she impatiently took my throbbing member into her mouth. At this point, I tried to move to the table where my phone was to take some photos as a memento, but she waved her hand, indicating that I shouldn't take pictures, so I gave up the idea and quietly enjoyed the stimulation of her wet tongue and the sight. I still occasionally wanted to bend down and knead her breasts. While sucking on my erect penis, she gestured for me to turn on the popping candy for her. The popping candy in her mouth throbbed against my nipples, providing a strong stimulation, and I could feel more saliva being drawn into her mouth. She tried to let the popping candy's vibrations envelop her entire body, her mouth moving and sucking around it. When it was about to move to DanDan, I gestured for me to lie down on the bed, so she would have more space to play, and I could enjoy myself more easily. The teasing of the popping candy spread around her inner thighs and the area around her penis, raging... As her hands searched for a condom, I knew she wanted me inside (wearing a condom is a mutual agreement and a responsibility to the family; although it lacks the physical sensation of skin-to-skin contact, it's the safest and longest-lasting way). As I put the condom on her erect penis, she couldn't help but sit down, holding onto it. As she sat down, I could feel the obvious wetness and hear the sounds. Without much effort, I easily slid in, warm and wet. Now, as the "horse," I could only remove her bra, pull it to my mouth, and lick and suck, my mouth and hands alternately kneading her breasts. I could clearly feel her excitement in this position, but she was constrained by the inability to move freely up and down. So, she pushed my body flat, behaving like a lustful woman, using her warm lower body to envelop her penis, twisting back and forth—this was the position where she most easily reached orgasm. I knew she was eager to reach climax first, so I straightened my back, tensing my muscles as DiDi cooperated with all her might. Her movements became more and more pronounced, the sensations more and more intense. With a muffled cry and a slight tremor in her body, I knew she had come... She patted my chest, smiling at me with satisfaction, both lewd and beautiful... After a few moments of her up-and-down motion, we changed positions, of course, with me in control. This gave me an even stronger sense of conquest and accomplishment. The rear-entry position allowed me to fully appreciate her waist and hips, which was incredibly stimulating. I couldn't help but admire her full, round buttocks; the impact felt completely natural. Slapping her buttocks and exchanging words further amplified the excitement and satisfaction. We changed positions, exchanging lewd phrases. And on and on... Undeterred, DiDi took 40 minutes to finally ejaculate into her warm mouth. Heh, just one ejaculation, but it used up four condoms. Because I had to remove the condom, put ice cream in it, and repeatedly stimulate it with hot water, I could clearly feel Didi's fatigue after the encounter. I had a dinner appointment with a friend in the same industry, so I can only write this far. I apologize, writing this was truly exhausting. Beautiful Harbin brought sexual bliss, but also contained far too many work-related worries. Also, because her family couldn't allow us to continue our obsession, we agreed not to contact each other again after that, treating each other like strangers. Therefore, I sincerely seek married women or single women in Harbin for friendship, but with one principle: it cannot affect either of our families. That's all. I haven't tried a threesome yet; just thinking about it makes me shudder . So, I can't accept a threesome for now. I'm running out of time. I have to go to my appointment soon. Goodbye, friends. I wish all of you: lustful men have lustful women by your side, and wanton women can sit comfortably on your "Ruyi Jingu Bang" (a magical staff). Goodbye.

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