Thinking of the west wind, recalling a beautiful memory (Part Two)

So this man became the aphrodisiac we could talk about during sex. Although he was a bit old, he was a man, and as such, he had a penis—a tool that could bring a woman happiness and pleasure. My penis was Gigi's favorite toy. Every time we had sex, she would play with it carefully, kneading and stroking it. From being clumsy at first when performing oral sex, to later becoming skilled, swallowing, sucking, licking, and sucking, it made me feel incredibly happy and comfortable. Later, I also bought my beloved wife a vibrator and a dildo online (the realistic kind, with bulging veins and an imposing presence). The vibrator was her favorite; Gigi said it could make her orgasm, tremble, and temporarily lose herself. The downside of the dildo was its rigidity and coldness, but the advantage was that it allowed Gigi to imagine whether another man's penis could be as impressive as it was. So when we made love, the stimulation from the vibrator would make Gigi's private parts very wet, and the penetration with the dildo would feel so full and satisfying. "This is your brother Zhang's penis, isn't it thick?" Gigi replied, "It's so thick, I love it." "Do you like it when he fucks you?" "Faster! Move faster, I can't take it anymore..." The 18-centimeter-long dildo went in and out of Gigi's body, even reaching her cervix so she could truly feel what it felt like to be pressed against her uterus. The frequency went from slow to fast, the movements from light to fierce. During the thrusting, white love fluid was drawn out, coating the grooves of the penis. I witnessed a strange penis fucking the woman I had always enjoyed alone. Even though it was fake, it was so realistic. The realistic, sticky love fluid on the fake penis was something I knew I had never felt before when making love with Gigi. We both felt the same way. What she experienced was the intense, fulfilling feeling of another massive object penetrating her, and a different kind of sensation. Brother Zhang was fucking her hard, pinning her down and relentlessly thrusting into her. Meanwhile, what I experienced was the intense excitement of my beloved woman being penetrated by someone other than myself—the white fluid, the convulsions, the moans and spasms. I believe only every man who has experienced this can truly understand it. I won't go into too much detail here, but as the penis repeatedly reached her G-spot, from struggling to finally collapsing, this must be what a true orgasm is like. After the first time with the dildo, we were still enjoying it, but a fake one is still a fake one. Gigi didn't like the coldness of a fake one. Even though my penis wasn't as big as the dildo, it had the warmth of going in and out, the change in hardness, and especially when I ejaculated, the penis would change noticeably and there was a strong impact from the semen. The second time, the third time... Every time I made love to Gigi, I would be on top, and she would close her beautiful eyes. I would thrust into the beauty beneath me, one stroke after another. "Gigi, I love you. Every time I'm with you, I want to fuck you. I've wanted to pin you down and fuck you hard for so long. This time it finally happened. Are you enjoying it?" "Brother Zhang, why did it take you so long to fuck me? Your dick is so big, it feels so good, I can't take it anymore." "With..." "I'll come over when no one's home. I'm going to fuck you in every corner of your house—the balcony, the sofa, the kitchen, the sink! I miss you so much!" "Okay, come over whenever you have time and fuck me hard, fuck me in every corner of my house, make me orgasm! Oh~~ Ah~~~ Brother Zhang, go harder..." "How about we change positions? I want to fuck you from behind." Gigi's beautiful buttocks cleverly cooperated with me as she flipped over and knelt on the bed. Her white buttocks have always been my favorite—big and plump, shaped like a peach, and especially elastic. I deeply penetrated from behind, feeling the intense friction of her vagina against my inner walls, thrusting against her peach with each stroke, my palms occasionally slapping her beautiful buttocks, leaving trembling, slightly red handprints. "Little sister, your ass is so big, your little pussy is so tight, it feels so good!" "Brother Zhang, if you like it, fuck me hard, don't stop!" Listening to Gigi's conversation and feeling the pleasure in this woman's heart, my senses were greatly stimulated. The violent thrusts made Gigi gasp repeatedly, even her voice changed tone. In the final sprint, I released all the complex emotions and passion I had been holding back into Gigi's deepest depths. The convulsions in her body were called short-term spasms. Gigi lay weakly on the bed, unable to move for a long time. I knew she had orgasmed, the true climax of our lovemaking, and it was another man's conversation and thrusting that brought her to orgasm. I had never experienced this before, and it was the first time she had experienced it too. We both liked this feeling. (To be continued)

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