My Fifth Single Life (Part 4)

That long-lost feeling of being completely enveloped is exhilarating. I think that through the pleasure and sense of accomplishment a woman brings to a man through her sucking, one can sense the woman's feelings for him.

Some women finish quickly, giving the impression of being perfunctory, while others are full of deep affection, making men intoxicated.
Having been holding back for days, she was getting impatient. As soon as she felt the hardness in my mouth, she eagerly asked me to put on a condom. She wanted to be on top, but I teased her and made her put it on for me. She refused, so I took the initiative, pinning her down and vigorously rubbing her breasts, which made her moan loudly again. At the same time, my hand reached down, and the warm, wet feeling was wonderful. Now she was even more eager, twisting her body and begging me to hurry up. So I lay down on my back, put on the condom, and let her get on top.
She eagerly mounted me, inserted her hand, and then began to move rapidly and forcefully back and forth. I could feel the frictional pleasure from the hard thing churning inside her body. At the same time, I reached out and grabbed her two full, soft breasts. Yes, grabbing them. I knew she had a bit of a masochistic tendency. Soon, she was no longer satisfied with my grabbing and bluntly told me to rub harder. She said she liked me to bite her nipples. Direct language often stimulates the most sensitive nerves. You could call it vulgar, not art, but it's human nature.
Because she hadn't breastfed since giving birth, her breasts hadn't sagged noticeably. Even when I rubbed them vigorously, milk still flowed out. I was worried that such force would leave marks on her body, but she was clearly more concerned with the immediate pleasure. While twisting her body and moaning, she kept encouraging me to rub harder; she needed it.
Under her intense friction, I quickly... but this didn't affect her, and I could feel her body spasming. Her intensity gradually decreased, and I knew she was about to climax too. Sure enough, after a long groan, she collapsed on top of me. I gently asked her, "Did you climax?"
"Yes," she replied.
I continued to knead her nipples. She was very sensitive to this teasing and would involuntarily moan. These sounds became even more provocative in the dim light of the television, arousing my desire and excitement. I gently took them into my mouth, sucking, teasing, and quickly flicking them with my tongue.

She writhed from the continuous teasing, trying to escape but I held her firmly on the bed. I knew she liked this, liked the helplessness of being pinned down and unable to escape; that pressure would accelerate her excitement. Soon she began to beg for mercy.

Extreme excitement often leads to exhaustion, and voluptuous women tend to tire more easily. So I let her rest for a while before trying again.
After we lay down together, I couldn't stay still. My hands roamed over her fair and taut body, while she propped her head up and looked at me, saying, "I really dreamed about you that day."
When she brought up the topic herself, I knew this dream must be quite special. Although she hadn't explained it clearly in the two previous online encounters, bringing it up again this time showed that she was eager to share her thoughts. So I followed her lead and asked her what she dreamed about me.
I dreamt that you took me to meet your friends. I don't know how we agreed, but suddenly I followed you into a house. Inside, there was already a man and a woman in bed, making love naked. The man didn't stop when he saw us come in. He just turned his head and glanced at you before continuing. The woman was moaning very loudly, which excited me a lot. I can't remember anything after that.
"So we're doing a trade with them?" I asked her.
No, it seems like we didn't do anything. Then I woke up and touched myself and found I was wet down there. Because of this, I've been really, really wanting you these past two days.
When she brought up this topic, I remembered that she had mentioned before that she wanted me to help find a couple or spouse who would never switch partners. She liked watching others do it, or she could watch me do it with other women, but she didn't want to participate; she just wanted to watch.

However, such couples are really hard to find, so it hasn't happened yet. Also, we both have regular jobs and are afraid of running into acquaintances and feeling awkward, so we haven't been able to fully commit to the search.
This topic reignited our excitement, and I suggested we do it again, asking her to lick me from below. She obediently slid downstairs. Because the room was quite warm, and we'd just been active, we kicked off the covers and went naked. This feeling of complete exposure was unique, and I really enjoyed it.

She greedily licked me; her oral skills were impressive, and I couldn't take it anymore after a few strokes. I asked her to lick the outside, and seeing that she was hard, she wanted more. I didn't tease her anymore; I grabbed another condom, put it on, and she sat on top of me again, moving back and forth vigorously. My hands, of course, weren't idle either, continuing to rub her vigorously, while I teased and provoked her with words.
I remember when we first met, she was a little uncomfortable when I teased her with humiliating language, especially when she refused to talk about herself. But this time, she was clearly no longer shy. Perhaps she had found the pleasure in that humiliation, and under my guidance, she hurriedly uttered those so-called "dirty words," saying that she was... (omitted n words).

Soon, under the dual stimulation of her breasts and words, she reached another climax, collapsing onto me. I continued to caress her, and even though I hadn't ejaculated yet, the satisfaction was already overflowing, permeating every cell of my body.
I pulled out of her body, tossed the condom aside, and continued to caress her. Having experienced two orgasms, she was clearly exhausted, lying on the bed panting, continuing to express her longing. It

had truly been over a year since we last met. Many things seem short, but upon closer inspection, they feel long. Isn't life often like that?
I checked my watch; it had been over an hour. Since I needed to go home that night, I asked her to help me finish. I wanted to put it in her mouth, but she wouldn't let me. I suggested putting it down there since we were out of condoms, but she still refused. So I had to haphazardly put a condom back on. However, her supine position didn't seem quite right for us, probably because she's quite voluptuous. It just didn't feel harmonious.

So I had her lie on her side, and I straddled her left leg, lifting her right leg. She was worried that this position wouldn't allow for deep penetration, but it turned out to be quite suitable. I simply took off the condom again and thrust in, making her scream in just a few strokes.

The friction in this position was also very intense. I suggested putting it inside, but she still refused, so I stopped as soon as the sensation returned.
After pulling out, I changed positions again. We were now intertwined, with her lying on her back and me on my side, my legs crossed with hers. This position was good for exerting force without consuming much energy; it was a variation of the previous position. So, I started thrusting vigorously again. Because I was worried about causing her discomfort if I kept it inside, I didn't dare relax too much. I asked her, "How about I put it in your mouth?" She still refused.
So I suggested going behind her again, and to my surprise, she agreed. I asked, "Aren't you afraid of the pain?" She said, "Be gentle, go in whenever you want, I'll bear with it."

So I got up again and made her kneel on the bed with her buttocks raised high to make it easier for me. But it turned out that anal sex without lubrication was really difficult, and I had to give up in the end. I still used the same position to go in from the front, but because I was worried about pregnancy, I had to withdraw and place her on her back.

Seeing the white fluid flowing on her fair back was really stimulating.
After cleaning up, we lay in each other's arms for a while, talking about our work, families, and attitudes toward sex. Before we knew it, it was past 8 o'clock. It's hard to describe this feeling. We've never defined our relationship, and we don't even know each other's names, yet we can be together like this. Just how complicated is human nature?

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