My Third Single Life (Part 3)

I didn't want to write this down, but I couldn't bear to forget it, so I decided to record it anyway.
I didn't expect booking a room to be so complicated. After anxiously waiting and asking around, I finally found a room at 10 pm. Luckily, it wasn't too late; I still had at least two hours to play until midnight.

It was a single room, not big, but cozy. Because I'd seen many candid photos online, I carefully checked the room, but didn't seem to find anything unusual.

The weather was getting colder; that's how winters are in the north—sometimes so cold it ruins your mood and is really inconvenient. Women are naturally more sensitive to the cold, especially since she was so thin. Having known each other for a long time, there was no need for formalities. I started taking off my clothes and went to the bathroom to wash myself.

When I came out, she had also undressed. While she went in to wash, I checked the room again to make sure everything was okay before lying down on the bed to watch TV and wait for her. After a while, she came out too.

She was still so thin and frail, so small that it was almost pitiful. Although she was older than me, and although she sometimes lacked confidence in her age, I never thought about that. I only enjoyed happiness and gave her happiness at the same time. Fortunately, we were very harmonious. When we were happy, we forgot about those slight imperfections. Perhaps life itself is imperfect. If our lives were perfect, how could we have come together?
Afterwards, she changed into the lingerie she had brought: a black lace tulle spaghetti strap mini-skirt and almost completely see-through thongs. Though called a skirt, it barely reached her hips, with a very low neckline that revealed almost half of her breasts.

Her areolas were faintly visible beneath the lace, and the lace trim at the hem accentuated the allure of her legs. Her legs were slender and straight, not at all like a woman nearing forty. Many friends who saw her photos couldn't believe her age, and so did I; perhaps that's why I always overlooked her actual age.

She was still slightly shy. I couldn't be sure if it was due to her shy personality or a lack of confidence in front of me, but I always tried my best to encourage her. I wanted her to know that I found her very sexy and alluring. And indeed, she was very alluring—her personality, her thoughtfulness, and her…
Seeing her come out, I got up too. We embraced and poured out our longing for each other. I held her in my arms, caressing her body. Although she was thin, her skin was still very elastic. I vigorously rubbed her buttocks. The longing we shared was simple. Because we didn't want to burden each other, we never talked about feelings; our longing was limited to sexual topics.

Generally, I would say things like, "I miss you so much, I really want to fuck you," which I think has a different effect in certain situations. She would often try her best to respond, saying, "I also want you to fuck me, I love being fucked by you."

This simple conversation made the air in the room become ambiguous and sexy. Her breathing gradually became heavy, and she gasped repeatedly, as if she couldn't wait any longer.

Since meeting me, her desire had gradually increased, and she had become more sensitive to sex. She said that sometimes she would get wet down there when we talked. I couldn't explain it. Maybe there really is no best sex, only what suits you. I know I'm not perfect, but if I can satisfy her and see her happy, then I'm happy too.
I admired her again in her sexy lingerie; she was undeniably alluring. I had her lie down on the bed while I took photos, guiding her through different poses. Though not a professional model, her movements were somewhat limited, but the photos still turned out quite well.

She kept reminding me not to catch a cold—a considerate woman. After a few shots, I put down the camera and lay down with her on the bed, followed by even more passionate caresses and kisses.

She offered to give me oral sex again, knowing I enjoyed it. I chose a comfortable position, spreading my legs to expose my body to her, and she sat between them, lowering her head to kiss my body gently.

I don't want to describe the feeling; I think every man who has experienced this pleasure will never forget it, and I was no exception. Moreover, she seemed to have an innate ability to make her partner more comfortable. She remembered almost every request I made, and through this accumulation, I realized she understood my preferences very well.

As she sucked and kissed me, I would occasionally caress her body. Each caress brought a shiver down her spine. I knew that a month was a long time for her, and her body seemed to be enveloped in a ball of fire, full of passion.
At that moment, I don't think anyone would pay attention to the time, and neither would I. I don't know how long she had been sucking me, but my desire to penetrate her gradually intensified. So, I took the opportunity to pull her onto me, and she continued to stimulate my lower body with her hands.

I breathed heavily and said, "I want to fuck you." Her eyes were slightly open, as if in a daze, and she kept responding that she wanted me to fuck her. I spread her legs and touched her lower body with my hands, finding that she was already wet.

The lubrication of her body fluids made her vaginal opening slippery, which felt very fun. She got up and got a condom, and considerately helped me put it on. My penis felt even thicker and more swollen because of the condom.

I used my hand to pull down the strap of her thong, and she used her hand to help me insert it. We both used a lot of force, as if we had reached the bottom in one go. With my force, she finally groaned loudly. At first, I was just slow, but I went all the way in each time, and each time I heard her groan loudly. The stimulation of touch, sight, and hearing made me feel like I was in heaven.

After a while, worried I was getting too tired, she took the initiative to get up and move around on me. This way, I only needed to lie still. Although my body didn't need to move, my hands weren't idle. I grabbed her breasts through her loose lingerie and kneaded them vigorously, occasionally flicking her nipples with my fingers. The double stimulation from above and below made her forget her restraint and caution, loudly expressing her pleasure.

I even had to remind her to lower her moans, but it was no use. My abdominal muscles ached for a long time afterward, partly because I hadn't exercised in a long time, but it was definitely related to the intense activity that day. I don't know how hard I used it, I only know it was very deep and I was very absorbed.
Because the woman-on-top position was tiring for her, we changed positions to the traditional missionary position. This position is indeed very suitable for men to control the rhythm, but it does consume a lot of energy.

After a while, I felt a bit tired, so I switched her to the top. It felt like quite a while had passed, and I could clearly feel that her lower body was very wet—that was her bodily fluid.

I knew she was also enjoying it, so I asked her if I could ejaculate. She agreed, so I started thrusting. Unlike before, this time I didn't go very deep but increased the frequency. I could feel the head of my penis rubbing rapidly against the entrance of her vagina, which probably stimulated her more and more noticeably.

Her moans became faster and louder. I maintained this position until I ejaculated. Our bodies felt like they were on fire. She rested on top of me for a while, then got up to remove the condom and helped me wash up.
Afterwards, we watched TV together. I pulled her hand down to my crotch, and she playfully stroked it. I had her change into a set of red lingerie, similar in style to the black one. I got up and took some more photos of her. She considerately told me to rest, and although I was a little tired, I still felt energetic.

I asked her to continue sucking, so she sat next to me again and used her mouth. Because I had just ejaculated, the sensation when her tongue touched me was incredibly intense. The feeling was rapid and clear, transmitting to every organ in my body, making me tremble. She seemed to know where I was most sensitive, always rubbing the most sensitive areas with her tongue. Eventually, I had to ask her to be gentler and even to spit it out first, starting from the surrounding area.

About three to five minutes passed, and I felt my penis swell again, and because it was my first time, it seemed even thicker and larger than before. I said, "Okay, let's go," and she helped me put on a condom and entered me.

However, perhaps because we had already been there once, and I was wearing a condom, the stimulation seemed insufficient. Although my body was constantly moving, that area felt numb, completely lacking the stimulation I had felt in her mouth earlier. Perhaps this is one of the great advantages of the mouth over the body—the tongue can move flexibly, while that area is much harder to do.

After a while, I got a little tired, so I asked her to get off. She took off the condom and started using her mouth again. It was so stimulating, an indescribable feeling. My whole body was trembling. In the end, I ejaculated in her mouth. She didn't waste a single drop; she was already swallowing as I ejaculated, and she ate it all, then licked it clean for me.
After we finished, we looked at the photos together. I continued to caress her body, waiting for her orgasm to gradually subside. Because she was still afraid that the photos would expose her identity, I took the initiative to delete the photos, and she was very happy.
I checked the time and it was almost 12 o'clock, so I quickly checked out of the room. For the next three days, my muscles were sore, so it seems I really need to exercise more.

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