Divorced aunt

"Auntie, where's my uncle?" I asked frequently as soon as I walked in. "Dead! Don't bother asking about that bastard
."
My aunt replied angrily. Her face was ashen, like it was covered in frost. She had nowhere to put the aluminum basin in her cold hands
, so she threw it with a thud onto the cement floor and then plopped heavily on the bed, grabbing a fan and starting to fuss.
I knew why, so I chuckled and picked up the aluminum basin and put it aside. Her husband had found another
young ; wild flowers always smell better than home flowers. Not long after, they rented a place and lived together. My aunt, his
wife, was left all alone. Not to mention her constant sighing and complaining, when she got angry, she would either smear her nose or smash things
. I don't know about other things, but at least she had lost all her teacups.
"I'm not him, why are you taking your anger out on me?" "Honestly, this isn't a business deal, I guess I'm just unlucky. She
didn't even pick a day to leave. We live in the same courtyard, we know each other quite well. As the saying goes, a close neighbor is better than a distant relative
.
Besides, she watched me grow up, she's closer than family, so I was very easygoing.
" "Come back here." Perhaps seeing the medicine box in my hand, her tone softened considerably. She sighed
, leaned back, and threw herself onto the bed.
Being a person is hard, being a woman is even harder! Actually, I feel quite sorry for her. Otherwise, I wouldn't have proactively bought her medicine and
done what I could for her around the house. Right now, she's almost lost her husband. Married for many years without a son or daughter, she
truly has unspeakable suffering. Last Sunday, her husband did come back... She arrived, threw a divorce agreement on the table, and turned to leave
. The divorce was another significant blow to her.
Perhaps it was because we were so familiar with each other, but she almost never hid herself from me;
to use a popular phrase, she frequently exposed herself. In her thirties, the
peak of a woman's development, despite her average looks, her figure was quite alluring.
Well-proportioned, with clearly defined curves. Whenever she was at home, she always liked to wear a men's vest. Her full, firm
breasts and the outline of her upturned nipples were sometimes clearly visible, sometimes hazy, quite intriguing. The vest, reaching just to
her neither covered her bare legs nor concealed her most private parts, so I often had the privilege
of a glimpse.
Her thin nylon panties were only one layer and very narrow, barely enough to cover her high, thick, dark-haired vulva. Either
most of her pubic hair was exposed, or the area between her pants was deeply recessed into her vulva. The swollen labia majora
and the long, curled labia minora had caught my eye more than once, of course, during her afternoon nap.
Now, the scene repeated itself. Lying down, she seemed to deliberately spread her legs, her vulva, taut by her pants,
facing . Where my gaze lingered, through the thin nylon, I could vaguely see her pink labia squeezed together, and my heart skipped
a beat.
"Hey, my dear auntie, is your back door better yet? Do you need to apply some more ointment?" "
Back when she had hemorrhoids and the pain was unbearable, I was the one who took her to the hospital. She only went once and
never went back . The reason was simple: she was afraid people would see her private parts. She preferred me to help her change the dressing at home, as if I wasn't a man
. Although I'm only seventeen this year, I'm a grown man, what doesn't I know? She didn't say it outright, but
in reality she gave me one opportunity to feast my eyes time and time again.
"Is the gate locked?" she asked instead of answering.
"Of course, it's just the two of us in this yard. Have you ever seen me come in or go out without locking the gate? Didn't you tell me that
it's not the thieves you should be afraid of, but the thieves who have their eyes on you?" "Ever since my mother's workplace allocated apartments, they've all moved upstairs,
so these two rooms here naturally became mine. Officially, they're for my future wedding, but I'm playful and
don't like being tied down, so how could I not be happy?
Of course, I have my own plans. My aunt is one of my top choices. Because she's so alluring; her seemingly
unintentional yet deliberate nudity often makes me fantasize. I feel like I'd be doing myself
a disservice if I didn't win her over, especially since I know perfectly well what she needs.
'Okay then, I'll have to trouble you again. I just finished showering, could you check if I'm better? Anyway,
it hasn't hurt or itched for the past few days. '" "After saying that, she turned to the side, lifted her vest, and her big butt came out. "So lazy, can't you take off your own underwear? And you make me... Luckily there was no one else around, otherwise it would look like something happened
between us ."
"If you want to have an affair, you have to use your brain. You can't be too direct, but you have to get the gist out of it. This is like testing
the waters, seeing how she reacts. Every time I change her dressing, she acts like this. Not only does she not treat me like an outsider, but
she doesn't mind how much I pull my underwear down or even take it all off. She does whatever I want. She doesn't care about being naked at all.
I guess anyone would be happy to help like this, and such opportunities are rare. It's not that I'm particularly lucky, but
what does it mean when a woman is willing to expose her genitals? It's self-evident. If you say she attracted me, it's not an exaggeration at all
.
She's so desperate, she doesn't..." It's not that she's immoral, it's that she's lacking love... She slightly lifted her buttocks so I could pull down her underwear, then with
a twist of her waist, her huge, white buttocks, almost too big to encircle, popped up, her legs spread wide.
A complete, utterly complete view!
The pubic hair on either side of her labia majora was fine and soft, while the patch of pubic hair clustered on her pubic bone was thick, black, and glossy.
Her clitoris, taking up half the space, was already erect, almost as long as half a cigarette, the glans white and round. Most adorable
were the two labia minora, swollen and pink with engorgement, pressed together. They exuded an extremely soft feminine charm. The incredibly soft
, alluring flesh-colored labia, if stretched straight, would surely be at least three inches long.
It's rare to see a woman with such plump, fleshy labia. It's not that I'm ignorant; I've seen many female
vulvas, but I've never had the chance to witness such exceptionally large labia. Only here can I feast my eyes.
Strangely, a corner of a handkerchief peeks out from the vaginal opening. After a moment's thought, I understood. You see, even I
, a young person, am quite knowledgeable about female anatomy. A normal vagina, while moist, doesn't need wiping.
But when a person becomes aroused, it's different; due to stimulation... Her vaginal fluids were particularly abundant. I bet she had
just been masturbating. That's right. Otherwise, why would she have stuffed a handkerchief in?
Vaginal fluids are a product for lubricating the penis. Looks like I'm in for a shot today. My
long-held dream is about to become a reality, and my heart is pounding.
Just then, my aunt, who was leaning down, burst out laughing. I know why she suddenly laughed; it's
simple : my pants are already erect. It's a conditioned reflex, a normal physiological response—
how can my penis not be excited when it sees a favorite spot? She saw it, and I was helpless. My penis wouldn't obey my commands.
Regardless of how far the relationship between mother and daughter might develop, she could enjoy herself, but the medication still needed to be administered.
However, while admiring that plump, mature vulva and helping out, I was even happier than she was. So what if the disobedient
penis was hard? It was a perfect analogy. She beckoned to me with her exposed, plump buttocks, and I, using my underwear to cover my penis
, launched an invisible challenge. Let's see who gives in first.
Picking up a cotton swab, I pretended to lie on her smooth, large buttocks, gently parting her tight
anus, using the cotton swab to pry open the slightly obstructive polyp, and tentatively inserting it. Looking at the labia, poking at the anus
—it was a rare kind of enjoyment. We probably both understood each other implicitly.
The cotton swab probed her anus slightly, immediately triggering an instinctive reaction. Her anus contracted and expanded, pulling at
her vaginal opening, causing it to arch repeatedly. It was fucking (a vulgar term) alluring! I couldn't help but unconsciously press myself closer to her.
I didn't dare touch her without permission, but my erect penis was unknowingly drawing closer to her face. Even without looking, I knew my erect
penis had created a considerable gap in her loose shorts; she could definitely see my unusually
large member . Attraction itself is temptation!
"Hey, that girl who came back with you the other day, is she your girlfriend? I saw her, she's alright,
quite pretty." "Don't guess, she's the secretary of our unit's Youth League branch. What's the use of being pretty? She's already
taken, it's none of my business. Besides, she's several years older than me." I said, while bringing my nose close to her vulva,
pretending to examine her closely. Actually, I wanted to smell her scent.
"Oh, you're in such a hurry? I'll introduce you to someone tomorrow, how about it?"

A familiar scent wafted over. It was familiar
because this faint yet extremely alluring scent could only be detected from a woman. I thought she was over
thirty , and might not still be so alluring. Little did I know that this would be completely unexpected, and I became even more excited.
I threw away the cotton swab and switched to my finger, slowly inserting it into her anus, exploring and probing. I had already forgotten that I was supposed to apply the medicine
; I was too busy playing around.
My other hand wasn't idle either; I grabbed a handkerchief and started pulling it out.
"What's wrong? You don't want to? Hey, don't pull, it's too wet inside." Her tone was exactly like a wife talking to
her husband . It seemed like she wouldn't mind if I touched her labia or inserted my finger for a quick pleasure.
In a flash, just as the handkerchief, which was already half-soaked, was about to be completely removed from her vagina, her hand reached out
and grabbed my underwear, pulling it down.
"You naughty boy, always meddling in everything a woman does. Well then, help me wipe myself clean, stop pretending to be serious
, and take your clothes off too. I know you really want to see there, right? Fine, then spread them open and take a good look . It
's not like it's the first time. Hey, after you've seen it, you have to tell me properly, 'Oh my god,
how did your penis grow so big?'" Her words were like a royal decree to me!
One sentence sealed my fate, not only making things clear but also allowing me to do as I pleased.
My lower body tightened, and she firmly grasped my penis in her hand. With a thud, she slumped onto the bed. Seemingly dodging yet also
teasing, she held onto my penis tightly, her gaze gentle and tender as she looked at me, everything unspoken.
Truly, silence spoke louder than words. As she slowly spread her legs, her other hand lifted her vest.
Almost naked, almost completely exposed, she was practically stripping off her vest completely. Everything about her was laid bare.
What did that mean? Need I explain?
Lust doesn't need to entice anyone; she had already issued a call, and I was a young man full of vigor.
I pounced, without hesitation! I grabbed her plump, firm breasts, and
greedily sucked and bit her round, rosy nipples, pinning her beneath me.
She was laughing, laughing so happily, laughing in a way that was so touching.
"I knew this day would come for us, mother and son. You've been eyeing me for a while now,
haven't you? Silly boy, why didn't you say so sooner? You had to make me say it before you dared. Honestly, you know
I can't sleep soundly without someone around. Look how hard it is, you've been holding back, haven't you? Well then, let's go, your auntie will let you fuck me,
let's both release our pent-up desire, ah." These words were even more pleasing to the ear! Actually, I couldn't wait any longer.
She finally let go. Impatient, I sucked on her erect nipple and immediately thrust down. Perhaps I was too
hasty , because the first thrust didn't hit her clitoris, and then I slid my glans up into the thick pubic hair.
"Ah..." a soft moan. Whether it was the pain or the itch, her hand reached down again
. After a slight adjustment, she helped spread her labia and guided the glans into her vaginal opening. Working in perfect harmony, the stiff penis
instantly plunged in.
Women love big penises; the bigger the better, and they're always happy to have one.
Young girls like them too, though they're often a little scared at first.
The difference is simple. But for the man enjoying it, the feeling is completely different. With a young woman, you have to be gentle
, tentatively pushing in until she's comfortable with your unique thickness and length, then you can truly enjoy yourself.
With a mature woman, especially a particularly horny one, you don't need to worry about hurting
her or causing discomfort; you can go all out.
This is based on experience, not nonsense. I knew perfectly well that my aunt was a woman with an incredibly strong,
almost .
It went all the way in in one go! She didn't flinch; instead, she arched her hips to meet it, making the penetration
very smooth. Just as the base of my penis met her soft labia, her vaginal opening
contracted like a grip, a clamp, a sucking motion, like a pair of fleshy pincers—followed by a wave-
like undulation in her body. It was simply amazing.
"Do you want it?" I asked eagerly, holding her close.
"No, let's play a little longer, then I'll want more. You... you have to make me feel good first, otherwise... otherwise
I won't let you off the hook." Her breathing was already rapid, and she hugged me, pleading in a coquettish tone, as if she
had regained her youth in the blink of an eye, her eyes fixed on me.
Our eyes met, so close, our hearts in perfect harmony, as if by unspoken agreement. We hugged tightly, our lips stuck
together . Our lips met, and she was the first to stick her tongue out. She was even more eager for a kiss than I was.
She kicked her legs against the bed, thrusting her hips upward to meet mine, twisting and turning. In terms of experience, she was undoubtedly the best. The attraction
and temptation were so great that I didn't have time to think. I pressed on, savoring her long, soft tongue, my
own efforts not to be outdone.
Slow yet powerful, relentless, pushing forward!
The head of my penis seemed to have passed the cervix, yet a little remained. No matter how tightly she clenched, she couldn't stop
my powerful assault!
A tremor, initially hazy, quickly cleared; she groaned, her body tensing. She'd gotten aroused so quickly
, it was too fast.
"Faster, faster, move faster, I can't take it anymore, ah..." Her fingers spread wide, digging hard into my back muscles
. Indeed, she was getting aroused!
Time was of the essence; I withdrew my penis and thrust it in again. Her vulva was open and exposed
, perfect for free entry and exit.
How long she'd been holding back, I didn't know. But I desperately needed to make it clear through my expressions and actions that I would
n't let her off the horse until I had thoroughly satisfied her.
Her abundant vaginal fluids quickly moistened my penis with each thrust, and the gurgling sounds of her juices fueled her growing
lust .
"Good son, no, good husband, fuck me, yes, just like that, I'm your wife now,
it's only right big cock is so big, don't leave tonight, sleep with me, fuck me all night, ah..."
"Pah, dream on, don't push your luck. You want to drain me dry with your big pubic hair? No way
.
I won't do it." She said the opposite of what she meant, her words insincere. My thrusting speed suddenly increased, one after another
, the sounds of her juices and the impact mingling together, further urging me to ride the horse with renewed vigor!
"You wouldn't take me as your wife? Where else in the world can you find such a good deal? You have to take it whether you like it or not. You've already slept with me
, so now you have no choice. You're holding back and feeling uncomfortable, and so am I. I'm not lying to you.
As soon as I get home from work, I feel itchy and swollen, really wanting to be fucked. I'm so lucky to have met you. I know you really enjoy it, right?
We 'll talk about it later, hurry up, hurry up, please, it's so good, oh my god, fuck, I'm getting excited again
, it keeps going in..."
Her words were fast and direct, without any pretense. Just like her, naked and unfiltered. Actually, even without her
saying it, I realized my second orgasm was coming. My vagina was spasming and contracting irregularly. It felt completely different from deliberately
clenching. She was extremely excited, and I was even more aroused.
"I... I can't hold back anymore, take it, take it." "Good baby, good husband, I want it, give it all to me,
don't leave any." She clearly realized I was about to ejaculate, and hurriedly hugged me tightly, using all her strength to lift her buttocks
, using her extremely soft, hot, and wet flesh to chase and meet each stronger and more powerful thrust, impact!
If you can endure it, endure it; if you can't, let go. This is how you should indulge in pleasure.
Holding on tightly, pressed firmly, one gushe, two gushes... the release caused by the impulse was like a burst dam, my soul
flew heaven, and so did hers.
The unique tingling sensation quickly spread throughout my body, so pleasurable. My aunt, both excited and nervous, repeatedly thrust
her tongue into my panting mouth, as if afraid I wasn't having enough fun. Her burning vagina contracted and
expanded incessantly. A woman's unique maturity was on full display at this moment. Her skill and attention to detail, disregarding her own satisfaction
and thinking of me first, were truly admirable and touching.
Perhaps this is the unique quality of a woman who knows how to be a woman. Having enjoyed her, you unconsciously feel willing to do
anything .
"Was it fun? Did you enjoy it? Don't pull out yet, wait a little longer." Her gentle and considerate inquiry and
comfort, along with her soft tongue entering my mouth, felt like a warm current flowing into my heart. While touching, it also reminded me of something.
"No, let's hurry up and wash up, I'm afraid that if..." Before I could finish speaking, her full, sexy
lips silenced my words, her tongue sweeping over me again, a series of persuasive yet playful movements. No words were needed, but a passionate
kiss was all she needed to convince me. Still brimming with desire, I hugged her
tightly, returning the favor with haphazard sucking and licking. The exquisite pleasure, so fleeting, was all the more unforgettable and unforgettable. A sweet kiss
was the best compensation. Everyone understands the immense allure of sex, especially when both are deeply in love,
making it even harder to resist than for couples in the throes of passionate love. As I kissed her, I grasped and kneaded her incredibly fleshy breasts, while her hands roamed over
every place they could reach.
The second time felt like just the beginning. My intuition made me acutely aware that she wanted more. If she wanted it,
I'd give it to her, no problem. It's just that she was too sticky down there; I couldn't continue without washing. Kissing her, I lifted her up by the waist
.
Her arms encircled my neck, and she relaxed limply, letting me lift her by her bottom
. Her half-open eyes were still filled with a captivatingly sweet smile. Utterly submissive.
"You, you're so young but so cunning. Are you worried about getting me pregnant? That's unnecessary. If I could
get pregnant, your deadbeat uncle would have conceived long ago after all these years. Don't worry, don't fret. This
wretched will probably never get pregnant. My period only comes every two or three months, and the flow is so light. I've been to
the hospital so many times, and the doctors all say it's impossible. I've given up hope. Even if your penis is big enough, it won't work in
my uterus . Don't worry."
Having gone through it all, there were no more taboos. She'd called me "good husband" and "dear husband" countless times; what did it matter if she poured out her heart? She
meant she wanted me to understand her better.
"You're just guessing. I wasn't even thinking about that. What I was thinking was, after washing it clean, I wanted to properly
savor the taste of that place—so plump, so soft, with so much hair, especially those two fleshy labia. I've
been wanting to eat them for ages. Besides, you have to suck my cock a little, make it hard so I can continue, right? I can tell
you haven't really had your fill yet. I'm going all out today, but let me be clear: if you complain later that I'm too greedy and
won't stop, that won't do." She gave me a piece of her mind. Even if she guessed right, I couldn't admit it.
There was always something to say, always a counter-argument.
"Alright then, let me see just how capable you really are. Now that she's yours, you can do whatever you want with her, right
? I'll do whatever you want." Women probably all say something like this at this point; I wasn't wrong.
Diligence is a woman's duty, and my aunt is a prime example of a diligent woman. We were embracing and intimately close, but
once we entered the bathroom, which also served as a shower room, she jumped down and rushed to prepare everything for the bath.
A man and woman bathing together is called a "mandarin duck bath." Most families don't have this convenient condition, and even if they did,
couples might not necessarily feel a strong attraction to each other. The bedroom work is already done, why bother again?
Should I demonstrate it again here? Physical strength and mindset are another reason.
Lovers are different. There's always a fresh and mysterious temptation between lovers. If you've ever had a similar experience,
recall the situation, and you'll understand why this is true; the ultimate pleasure is nothing more than an affair.
The sunlight streaming in made the bathroom, big enough for four or five people to shower at the same time, exceptionally bright,
and with ample vision was naturally exceptionally clear. Watching her busy herself with this and that, I couldn't help but widen my eyes.
It was the perfect time to feast my eyes, to fully appreciate a woman's carefree, completely naked,
natural beauty, oblivious to everyone around her.
Her breasts, split open in a V-shape to the sides, had nipples that seemed defiantly upturned due to their fullness and sagging
, swaying slightly but captivatingly. Her fair, taut skin,
bathed in bright light, shone with a rosy glow and a semi-transparent sheen, as if telling me that her
youth hadn't faded, that she still brimmed with vibrant energy and charm. Indeed, having never given birth, she maintained an excellent figure
; coupled with a beautiful face, she would undoubtedly be a stunning beauty.
As I turned on the tap, our eyes met, and she stood before me, her trembling breasts radiating confidence.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough yet? Shameless, so greedy. Where else do you want to see?" Her smiling expression, her beautiful
figure, her alluring breasts, her seductive questions, and the way she reached out to grab my still-erect penis—all of this instantly
rekindled my passion. I slipped my hand between her legs, not into her vagina, but firmly
grasped that soft flesh in my palm, gently tugging at it. My other hand pinched and played with one of her nipples.
"I want to see everything, I can't get enough of anything. If you stick your legs up or spread them all apart, I'll love to see even more, I'll never get tired of it
." "If you like what you see today, or what you like tomorrow, I'm happy to let you see it. But can you guarantee it will be like this every day from now on
?" Desire is endless. Her question was very practical, and there was something else she didn't say, which I understood
what .
"Even if you wanted me to not like you, it wouldn't be possible. Anyway, it's not even the hottest part of summer yet, and it's so hot. As long as we're
together, I hope you'll always be naked like this before it gets cold. It's convenient. Okay?" A direct answer would
seem naive and unromantic. This way of saying it is much better.
"Well, I have one condition: it can't stay outside when it's hard. I want you to be at your best for the next few years,
for as many years as you can. Until you find a wife, you're mine. I'll also help you train this skill to be perfect
, to make it longer and thicker, okay?"
"Then I'll be a three-legged thing?"
Her meaning couldn't be clearer; it seemed she thought my penis wasn't big enough and wanted to make it even longer.
At this moment, her hand only grasped the glans, and two-thirds of the penis corpus cavernosum was not erect. If it were hard, it would definitely be
more than seven inches long. I really don't know how deep her vagina is.
"You're right, three-legged men are hard to find anyway. Whoever finds one is lucky, it's destiny.
Let me tell you, no woman complains about its size. Except for virgins, anyway, women are happy
the bigger the better. When you put it in me just now, it got really strong as soon as it hit the head, really. I don't know about others
, but I know myself, and I won't hide it from you, I can't live without it for a day. You're still young, still growing, especially this
treasure, the more you use it, the better it gets. What's wrong with it being a little longer? If you meet a craving man, wouldn't that be even more suitable for you?"
As she spoke, she rubbed it, and involuntarily spread her legs, pulling the glans towards me. I had no choice but to let go and let her do as she
pleased .
In a sexual situation, the more proactive the woman is, the more interesting it is. If you don't believe me, just try it yourself. If you don't provoke her,
you can still maintain some restraint. But if she does provoke you, nine times out of ten you'll lose control. Especially
the resonance that occurs the moment your penis is about to enter her body often makes you involuntarily cater to her needs.
"Hey, it can still get hard, right? This drain's been clogged for days, help me clear it completely
, ah. I'll do it from behind, that way it goes in deeper. We're both like this, so there's nothing
to be embarrassed about , right? Come on, let me treat you, I'll make you something delicious later." Rear-entry
is much less strenuous than prone position. She bent over, sticking out her big white buttocks and spreading her labia. I easily inserted my penis, and
after a few thrusts, my limp cock began to stretch.
I couldn't resist, my cock gets hard in no time. She probably didn't know the capabilities of this novice.
The first time, people often rush to ejaculate quickly, which is like unloading a burden. The second time is when the real process begins.
I couldn't calculate the time; I just went until I was satisfied. You might not believe my standards, but
I wouldn't stop until my labia were swollen, my vagina was thoroughly dried, and I'd worn the woman out of her wits. I could only
sleep
sex while showering was quite a novel experience. No need to worry about sweating; the water not only lubricated
but also cooled me down, which was quite comfortable.
"Mommy, it gets hard so quickly. It's hit the mark again. Good, really good! It's not just a joke; it
feels much better than using something to push it in. Ouch, ouch!" she cried out again. Little did she know that her words had given her away
.
"Tell me quickly, what things have you used to penetrate me?" With no one to serve her, using objects is the most desperate choice for a lonely
woman . Since she let it slip, it undoubtedly gave me a wake-up call.
"Stop asking, just go for it. I've used almost everything I can." "No, tell me in detail,
I'll have to try it myself later. Let me pull out my dick so you can suck it, I'll play with it, won't you get aroused faster then? Right?"
At this moment, my mind was particularly sharp. Before she even finished speaking, I could think of several ways to deal with her, starting with
the most direct and appealing approach.
She leaned over the sink, turning her face to look at me, happily wiggling her hips while biting her lip and remaining silent.
She wouldn't tell, but I had my own methods. I pulled my hard, large penis out of her wet vagina, shortening the thrusting distance
so that only the glans moved in and out of her vaginal opening without penetrating further, teasing her.
This trick worked. After only a few slow thrusts, she protested.
"No, no, don't do that, put it all the way in! Playing like this makes me anxious. Don't you want to know how I
relieve my discomfort? I'll tell you, okay? Hurry up and put it in! What? You're my husband now, be gentle with me, ah
, be gentle to the core, ah!" She was unrestrained, without any inhibitions, daring to say even the most cheesy things, and even throwing in a coquettish tone.
Eager to know what would happen next, I thrust my penis deep inside again.
"You're so naughty, just wait and see how I deal with you. Hey, don't you know what I have in this house?
Anything that's similar to your penis. Like carrots, cucumbers, long eggplants in the dishes,
things like those long-necked, thin-necked bottles of floral water, and those newly harvested sausages.
If you don't have a way, you have to find a way, otherwise it's incredibly uncomfortable. You, with your penis, of course can't understand the burning, aroused feeling of women. At worst, you can
have a dream, a quickie, and that's it. I can't do that..." "I'll make sure I'm drenched in sweat.
Sometimes I'm so obsessed with a big cock that I scratch my head and
ears, and when I'm really desperate, I'll pinch it to relieve the itch. When we first got married, my labia weren't this big, so I'd pinch them myself, and they got longer and longer. Sigh, no matter
what
nothing beats the relief of a cock, it feels good, it's satisfying. Hey. I've told you everything, so don't laugh at me, okay? Anyway, that's just how I am. Anything else you want to ask? Oh dear, I'm getting carried away again." She opened her heart,
telling me everything.
We became one, inseparable, with no distinction of age, we were equal.
A series of thumping sounds continued as the incredibly powerful penis thrust into her vagina without any bend, making her
eyes widen and nod repeatedly in pleasure.
She wasn't afraid of getting tired from sticking her ass up for the sake of pleasure; she was amazing!
Damn, it was indeed quite pleasurable. But the only drawback was that she couldn't kiss him, and to touch his breasts, she had to bend over. That would
affect the intense, deep thrusting, so it wasn't as comprehensive as lying in bed.
"Ah...ho...little master...don't let up..." She got going again, her ass
bobbing , moaning and groaning...the harder the thrusts, the deeper they went, and she shone brightly in the sunlight.
The irregular contractions and intermittent spasms inside and outside her vagina were like adding fuel to the fire; this clear and intense
pleasure was truly rare.
Simple? No, not at all. We had both given our all, almost forgetting everything, thrusting desperately
, responding with unwavering chemistry.
Suddenly, she lifted one leg and turned to the side.
"Hold me, my good husband, you, you'll fuck me to death, ah!" Even though she was almost out of control, she still had
the mind to change positions. Goodness!
Well, holding her leg wouldn't hinder my thrusting. Side penetration was fine.
Her body trembled more violently, her breathing more rapid. Clearly, the excruciating pleasure had arrived.
She's had so many relationships, who cares anymore? She probably can't even say for sure. She's just focused on the most immediate reality...

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