My friend's flirtatious wife let me ride

One day, while on a business trip to the south, I visited a friend's house. He, his wife, and I had dinner together that evening. He opened a bottle of aged sorghum liquor, and we all drank from one glass to another. My friend works for a large company and is usually very busy, so his wife is a full-time housewife. By the way, his wife is very beautiful, probably because she takes good care of herself and doesn't go out often. She has fair skin and is extremely gentle. When my wife and I make love, I often fantasize about my friend's wife moaning softly in bed! This always excites me even more.
The next day, I didn't have a meeting, and since we hadn't had a get-together in a long time, everyone chatted happily. During dinner, my friend loudly recounted all sorts of funny stories from his university days, desperately bringing up old memories as jokes, while also drinking heartily. Before long, he was quite tipsy. I glanced sideways at my friend's wife and noticed that although she was thirty-two, she was incredibly alluring, especially after drinking. Her collar had come undone, revealing half of her fair, full breasts, with her erect, dark red nipples faintly visible, trembling occasionally with her laughter. It turned out she wasn't wearing a bra.
Damn, I used to fantasize about her all the time, and seeing this live sex show today, combined with the alcohol, made my penis instantly aroused. I thought to myself, "A full-time housewife spends all her time watching porn and reading comics, then eagerly sits on her husband and goes wild when he gets home. I wonder if my friend's wife is like that; damn! This guy's got some real luck with women!" I couldn't help but sigh.
Thinking about my wife, although she's quite attractive, she works every day and is exhausted after work. When I want her, she just goes to sleep after a quickie, leaving me often sexually frustrated and resorting to masturbation. Sigh, I guess I'll just have to accept it. Thinking this, I glanced back at my friend. That idiot probably didn't notice my thoughts and was still telling jokes and urging me to drink. So I continued drinking with him. I usually consider myself a good drinker, but this time I felt dizzy and lightheaded even before I'd had a chance to drink much. I checked the time; it was getting late, and I'd drunk quite a bit, so I suggested I go to rest. My friend didn't stop me and led me to the bedroom.
Around midnight, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. To avoid making any noise, I quietly opened the bedroom door. Stepping out, I found another bedroom door open, and my friend's wife was fast asleep (my friend was sound asleep in the living room).
I entered the room. His wife seemed to hear my footsteps and said in a soft, indistinct voice, "Hurry up, I'm so impatient," while swaying her snow-white hips. Since the lights were off, she must have mistaken me for her husband. I didn't say anything, thinking to myself, "Don't let my friend's wife's dignified and beautiful appearance in public fool you; she's so wanton in bed. Just wait and see." With that thought, I got into bed, facing her, and immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, starting to touch her back. I was amazed at how smooth her skin was; her flat, taut abdomen pressed tightly against my body. Ah, it felt so good! I couldn't help but think to myself, "She's like a celestial being, a rare beauty on earth."
I slowly moved my hand up her waist and hips, caressing her sexy shoulder blades and fair neck. A strand of her soft, long hair was caught between my fingers as I stroked her, making her feel both excited and ticklish. She couldn't help but giggle. As she laughed, her high, firm breasts trembled and touched my body, making me even more excited. So I decided to tease her properly. In order to prevent her from finding out that I was not her husband, I turned her over so that I could press my chest against her back and then freely play with her breasts with both hands!
Sure enough, after I skillfully massaged her a few times, my friend's wife started panting and moaning, "Honey, you're so great today! It's so exciting! Your massage feels so good on my breasts! I want you inside me!" As she spoke, she began to wriggle her body, looking very eager. I didn't respond, but continued my assault. I grabbed my friend's wife's breasts with one hand and kept kneading them, then moved my other hand down, first gently stroking and teasing around her navel. She immediately reacted, her abdominal muscles tightening slightly. Then, I suddenly reached between her thighs and pressed my entire palm against her vulva. She seemed unprepared, and her whole body trembled involuntarily from this sudden attack. Instantly, I felt my palm was covered in a sticky liquid; she was already so wet down there.
I followed closely, and she began to open her legs, thrusting her vulva outwards forcefully, her body twisting and turning, trying to fully rub against my palm. Of course, I wouldn't let her succeed so easily. I removed my hand and began to stroke the inside of her thighs. She was clearly enjoying it; the tense muscles in her abdomen began to relax, but she also showed great impatience, making "hmm" sounds of lust. I knew what she meant; she wanted me to continue stroking her vulva. But I continued to stroke her slowly and deliberately, from the inside of her thighs to her groin, fully stimulating every sensual cell in her body. At each spot, her body would tremble slightly, enjoying it.
"The most important thing for a woman isn't actual intercourse, but caressing." This statement is so true. Just as she was enjoying the caresses, I suddenly attacked between her legs again. "Ah!" This time it was obviously more stimulating than before. Her back arched involuntarily. My hands were already covered in sticky love juice. I took the opportunity to gently rub, constantly stimulating her labia minora and vaginal opening. My friend's wife's breathing became rapid and irregular, and she let out rapid moans. Because of the love juice, the caresses were very smooth, without any discomfort or obstruction. I could clearly feel that her labia minora were engorged and erect, opening to both sides like flower petals, as if thirstily waiting for something.
At this time, a lot of love juice had flowed out, and with my kneading, it began to flow downwards. I touched it and found that her perineum was also sticky with fluid, and it flowed down her buttocks and through her anus, soaking a large area of the blanket under her buttocks. I knew she was almost there. To avoid being discovered, I didn't dare attack from the front. Instead, I grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and stuck her buttocks high in the air. She cooperated perfectly, and I barely had to exert any effort. They probably did this position often.
I thrust my rock-hard penis forward, and with so much milk, it went in with a "squeak"—completely without any resistance! Holy crap! It felt incredibly good. I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate, but I quickly controlled myself. I remained deep inside, holding back, and then pinched her nipples from behind, kneading them. She clearly couldn't handle the stimulation and started shaking her hips vigorously, moving back and forth. It was an incredibly erotic visual spectacle; her snow-white, sexy buttocks and those lewd moans made my penis grow even larger.
Because of the stimulation from the vaginal fluid and the suction of the vaginal walls, my penis became even thicker and stronger. I began to engage in primal thrusting movements. Although this move was old-fashioned, it was the most enjoyable action for women. My lower abdomen kept bumping against her white buttocks, making a slapping sound, which, combined with the unique squeaking sound of the vagina, created a truly sensual experience. My friend's wife was clearly very excited. Her head was on the bed, her buttocks were raised high, and she kept twisting and turning, trying to increase friction. I, on the other hand, moved slowly and deliberately, thrusting left and right, and occasionally making circular motions with my penis as the center.
My waist strength is quite remarkable, and my wife really enjoys this move. She even fainted from excitement because of it once. Sure enough, as soon as I used my special move, my friend's wife immediately cried out loudly, "Oh, oh, husband, this feels so good! When did you become so strong?" Her vagina also became noticeably tighter, gripping the base of my penis tightly. But the tighter it was, the harder and thicker my penis became. This feeling was truly indescribable. My wife's vagina wasn't as tight as my friend's wife's; it was the "tight on the outside, loose on the inside" type. And this beauty in front of me was truly a gem. I couldn't help but feel like I was about to ejaculate.
"Oh no," I thought. "I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I lose control now, she'll hate me for life!" But being inside her was just too stimulating. In a moment of inspiration, I decisively pulled my penis out with a "pop," like pulling out a champagne cork. At the same time, I felt liquid splash onto my face and body. Looking at my penis, I saw it was red and wet from the ordeal, but still erect, the glans full and glistening. Even I was surprised; I'd never had such a strong erection with my wife.
While she was moaning anxiously, I used my hands to spread her round buttocks and began to examine her private parts closely. Perhaps due to frequent sex, my friend's wife had thick pubic hair and darker labia minora. I gently parted the labia minora with my fingers, revealing the pink vaginal opening. Because of the intense thrusting just now, there was some white foam sticking to her vaginal opening. Due to the excitement and engorgement, her entire vulva looked like a large, juicy peach, full and covered in obscene cum.
I couldn't help but start licking her vaginal opening and clitoris. This time she couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "No!" Although she said no, her waist twisted wildly and her breasts trembled. Every time my tongue swept across her clitoris, her legs would tremble. The harder I licked, the more violently she trembled. So I didn't care that my face was covered in cum and sped up even more. Forget about my husband, my friend's wife's legs had already begun to tremble and go weak, and she obviously couldn't hold on any longer.
Seeing that she was about to give in, I took my friend's wife's clitoris into my mouth. My friend's wife obviously couldn't handle such excessive stimulation and seemed to have trouble breathing. I immediately started inhaling, so that her clitoris was in a "suspended" state in my mouth. After pausing for about five or six seconds, I suddenly released my grip, and with a "pop," my clitoris popped out of my mouth, looking like a tiny crystal peach. My friend's wife finally couldn't take it anymore, her legs completely spread on the bed, no longer caring about her exposed vulva, panting heavily.
Speaking of which, I should interject here, the smell of this friend's wife's genitals is stronger than my wife's, almost like salt water. It seems that every woman's scent is truly different.
At this moment, my friend's wife hesitated when she grasped my penis, as if she had noticed something. Indeed, my penis looks a bit different, the tip is very upturned, like a banana. My wife always likes to tease me that my penis isn't straight, but although she says it, she secretly enjoys it. "Did my friend's wife find out, or..." Just as I hesitated, my friend's wife turned her body around.
I was startled, thinking, "Oh no, we're going to be found out." But then, my wife's friend turned around, raised her two snow-white thighs high, and eagerly thrust my penis towards her vagina. Without thinking, I took advantage of the situation, and my penis slid in smoothly with a soft squeak. My friend's wife let out a muffled groan, biting her lip, no longer moaning as before.
I suddenly understood. When she grabbed my penis, she had already realized that the person she was having sex with wasn't her husband. She was on the verge of orgasm and didn't want to give up, so she simply went along with it, though she became a little reserved and embarrassed to moan, choosing to hold back. Haha, now I can relax! I grabbed her naked body, lifted it above her head, and forcefully thrust my penis deep into her vagina. Because of this position, I could penetrate very deeply. I felt that I had reached my friend's wife's cervix, like a soft ball of cotton, hot and sticky. Each thrust felt like it was ironing my glans, sending a tingling sensation from my lower body all the way to my brain. At this point, I didn't care about the "three shallow and one deep" technique anymore, and I thrust in to the very root each time.
Because my friend's wife stopped moaning, the sounds of our bodies colliding became even clearer. I could only hear her gurgling moans and my rough breathing. Just then, I felt a change in my friend's wife's body. Her face flushed, her head turned sharply to one side, her two sexy little legs tensed into an arch, her toes curled inward, and her hands gripped my waist and legs as if trying to grab something. I knew she was probably about to "come"!
So I braced myself on my elbows, pressing my upper body forward against hers, pinching her firm nipples hard with both hands as I thrust in and out. At that moment, time seemed to stand still; her breathing became rapid and disordered under my weight, and her body tensed. Finally, my overwhelming thrusting reached its climax. My penis, unable to hold back any longer, roared, thrusting forward with all my might, pressing tightly against her vulva, and wave after wave of hot, thick semen sprayed deep into her. Her cervix, as if naturally thirsting for this strong, hot semen, began to contract, then sucked in waves like a baby, a greedy, satisfied, and lewd atmosphere filling the entire room.
Much later, she slowly released her hands. By then, I could feel the marks on my back from her scratches (it hurt a little). She lay motionless on the bed with her legs wide open, her eyes closed as if she were asleep, a look of satisfaction and happiness typical of a woman after an orgasm on her face. The sheets beneath her were soaked. After about ten minutes, I thought it best not to stay overnight, to avoid an awkward situation in the morning. So I returned to my room. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.
I woke up early the next morning, around 9 a.m. I quickly washed up and went to the dining room. My friend's wife was already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen. Thinking about the scene from the previous night, I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Perhaps she was a little embarrassed too, as she didn't dare to meet my eyes directly, and a blush was clearly visible on her face. "Never mind, I'll just wander around a bit, so as not to confuse her," I said, heading towards my friend's room.
That was the very room where I'd gone wild the night before. My friend was still fast asleep, but I noticed the sheets had been changed. "What a cunning woman," I thought, "she probably changed them after I left to avoid anyone noticing the mess." About ten minutes later, my friend came out of the room after washing up. I greeted her casually, then pretended not to notice, saying, "Strange! Why was my alcohol tolerance so low yesterday?" We ate breakfast together, exchanged some thanks, and headed home. It was truly an unforgettable experience; she's now one of my regular casual sex partners.
One day, while on a business trip to the south, I visited a friend's house. He, his wife, and I had dinner together that evening. He opened a bottle of aged sorghum liquor, and we all drank together. My friend works for a large company and is usually very busy, so his wife is a full-time housewife. Hehe, by the way, his wife is very beautiful, probably because she takes good care of herself. She doesn't go out often, so she has fair skin and is extremely gentle. When my wife and I make love, I often fantasize about my friend's wife moaning in bed! This always excites me even more.
The next day I didn't have a meeting, and since it had been a long time since we'd had a get-together, everyone chatted happily. During dinner, my friend loudly recounted all sorts of funny stories from his university days, desperately bringing up old memories as jokes, while also drinking heartily. Before long, he was quite tipsy. I glanced at my friend's wife and noticed that although she was thirty-two, she was incredibly alluring, especially after drinking. Her collar had loosened, revealing half of her fair, full breasts. I could vaguely make out her erect, dark red nipples, which trembled occasionally with her laughter. It turned out my friend's wife wasn't wearing a bra.
Damn, I used to fantasize about her all the time, and today I saw this live sex show. With the added effect of alcohol, my genitals suddenly got hard. I thought to myself, "A full-time housewife has nothing to do all day but watch porn and read comic books, and then when her husband comes home, she can't wait to sit on him and go crazy. I wonder if my friend's wife is like that; damn! This guy is really lucky with women!" I couldn't help but sigh.
Thinking about my wife, although she's quite attractive, she works every day and is exhausted after work. When I want her, she just goes to sleep after a quickie, leaving me often sexually frustrated and resorting to masturbation. Sigh, I guess I'll just have to accept it. Thinking this, I glanced back at my friend. That idiot probably didn't notice my thoughts and was still telling jokes and urging me to drink. So I continued drinking with him. I usually consider myself a good drinker, but this time I felt dizzy and lightheaded even before I'd had a chance to drink much. I checked the time; it was getting late, and I'd drunk quite a bit, so I suggested I go to rest. My friend didn't stop me and led me to the bedroom.
Around midnight, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. To avoid making any noise, I quietly opened the bedroom door. Stepping out, I found another bedroom door open, and my friend's wife was fast asleep (my friend was sound asleep in the living room).
I entered the room. His wife seemed to hear my footsteps and said in a soft, indistinct voice, "Hurry up, I'm so impatient," while swaying her snow-white hips. Since the lights were off, she must have mistaken me for her husband. I didn't say anything, thinking to myself, "Don't let my friend's wife's dignified and beautiful appearance in public fool you; she's so wanton in bed. Just wait and see." With that thought, I got into bed, facing her, and immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, starting to touch her back. I was amazed at how smooth her skin was; her flat, taut abdomen pressed tightly against my body. Ah, it felt so good! I couldn't help but think to myself, "She's like a celestial being, a rare beauty on earth."
I slowly moved my hand up her waist and hips, caressing her sexy shoulder blades and fair neck. A strand of her soft, long hair was caught between my fingers as I stroked her, making her feel both excited and ticklish. She couldn't help but giggle. As she laughed, her high, firm breasts trembled and touched my body, making me even more excited. So I decided to tease her properly. In order to prevent her from finding out that I was not her husband, I turned her over so that I could press my chest against her back and then freely play with her breasts with both hands!
Sure enough, after I skillfully massaged her a few times, my friend's wife started panting and moaning, "Honey, you're so great today! It's so exciting! Your massage feels so good on my breasts! I want you inside me!" As she spoke, she began to wriggle her body, looking very eager. I didn't respond, but continued my assault. I grabbed my friend's wife's breasts with one hand and kept kneading them, then moved my other hand down, first gently stroking and teasing around her navel. She immediately reacted, her abdominal muscles tightening slightly. Then, I suddenly reached between her thighs and pressed my entire palm against her vulva. She seemed unprepared, and her whole body trembled involuntarily from this sudden attack. Instantly, I felt my palm was covered in a sticky liquid; she was already so wet down there.
I followed closely, and she began to open her legs, thrusting her vulva outwards forcefully, her body twisting and turning, trying to fully rub against my palm. Of course, I wouldn't let her succeed so easily. I removed my hand and began to stroke the inside of her thighs. She was clearly enjoying it; the tense muscles in her abdomen began to relax, but she also showed great impatience, making "hmm" sounds of lust. I knew what she meant; she wanted me to continue stroking her vulva. But I continued to stroke her slowly and deliberately, from the inside of her thighs to her groin, fully stimulating every sensual cell in her body. At each spot, her body would tremble slightly, enjoying it.
"The most important thing for a woman isn't actual intercourse, but caressing." This statement is so true. Just as she was enjoying the caresses, I suddenly attacked between her legs again. "Ah!" This time it was obviously more stimulating than before. Her back arched involuntarily. My hands were already covered in sticky love juice. I took the opportunity to gently rub, constantly stimulating her labia minora and vaginal opening. My friend's wife's breathing became rapid and irregular, and she let out rapid moans. Because of the love juice, the caresses were very smooth, without any discomfort or obstruction. I could clearly feel that her labia minora were engorged and erect, opening to both sides like flower petals, as if thirstily waiting for something.
At this time, a lot of love juice had flowed out, and with my kneading, it began to flow downwards. I touched it and found that her perineum was also sticky with fluid, and it flowed down her buttocks and through her anus, soaking a large area of the blanket under her buttocks. I knew she was almost there. To avoid being discovered, I didn't dare attack from the front. Instead, I grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and stuck her buttocks high in the air. She cooperated perfectly, and I barely had to exert any effort. They probably did this position often.
I thrust my rock-hard penis forward, and with so much milk, it went in with a "squeak"—completely without any resistance! Holy crap! It felt incredibly good. I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate, but I quickly controlled myself. I remained deep inside, holding back, and then pinched her nipples from behind, kneading them. She clearly couldn't handle the stimulation and started shaking her hips vigorously, moving back and forth. It was an incredibly erotic visual spectacle; her snow-white, sexy buttocks and those lewd moans made my penis grow even larger.
Because of the stimulation from the vaginal fluid and the suction of the vaginal walls, my penis became even thicker and stronger. I began to engage in primal thrusting movements. Although this move was old-fashioned, it was the most enjoyable action for women. My lower abdomen kept bumping against her white buttocks, making a slapping sound, which, combined with the unique squeaking sound of the vagina, created a truly sensual experience. My friend's wife was clearly very excited. Her head was on the bed, her buttocks were raised high, and she kept twisting and turning, trying to increase friction. I, on the other hand, moved slowly and deliberately, thrusting left and right, and occasionally making circular motions with my penis as the center.
My waist strength is quite impressive, and my wife really enjoys this move. She even fainted from excitement because of it once. Sure enough, as soon as I used this trick, my friend's wife immediately cried out, "Oh, oh, honey, this feels so good! When did you become so strong?" Her vagina also became noticeably tighter, gripping the base of my penis tightly. But the tighter it was, the harder and thicker my penis became. This feeling was truly indescribable. My wife's vagina wasn't as tight as my friend's; it was more of an "externally tight, internally loose" type. This beauty in front of me was truly exceptional, and I couldn't help but feel a little like I was about to ejaculate.
Oh no, I thought, I can't ejaculate at this crucial moment. If I lose it now, the woman will hate me for life! But being inside her was just too stimulating. In a moment of inspiration, I decisively pulled my penis out sharply. I heard a "pop," like pulling out a champagne cork, and at the same time, I felt liquid splash onto my face and body. I glanced at my little brother; it was red and wet from the torment, but still erect, the glans full and glistening. Even I was surprised; I'd never had such a strong erection with my wife.
As she moaned anxiously, I parted her round buttocks with both hands and began to examine her private parts closely. Perhaps due to frequent sex, my friend's wife had thick pubic hair and darker labia minora. I gently parted her labia minora with my fingers, revealing her pink vaginal opening. From the intense thrusting, there was some white foam at the vaginal opening. Congested with excitement, her vulva resembled a large, juicy peach, glistening with obscene saliva.
I couldn't resist licking her vaginal opening and clitoris. She couldn't take it anymore, crying out, "No!" Though she said no, her hips twisted wildly, and her breasts trembled. Every time my tongue brushed against her clitoris, her legs would tremble. The harder I pressed, the more violently she trembled. So, ignoring the fact that my face was covered in semen, I sped up even more. Forget about my husband; my friend's wife's legs were already starting to convulse and go weak, clearly unable to hold on any longer.
Seeing that she was about to reach her limit, I took my friend's wife's clitoris into my mouth. She was clearly struggling with the excessive stimulation and seemed to be having trouble breathing. I immediately started inhaling, making her clitoris appear to be suspended in my mouth. After about five or six seconds, I suddenly released her, and with a "pop," her clitoris jumped out, looking like a tiny crystal peach. My friend's wife finally couldn't take it anymore, her legs completely spread on the bed, no longer caring about her exposed vulva, panting heavily.
Speaking of which, I should mention that my friend's wife's genitals smelled stronger than my wife's; it was more like saltwater. It seems that every woman's scent is truly different.
At this moment, my friend's wife hesitated when she grasped my penis, as if she had noticed something. Indeed, my penis is a bit different; the tip is very upturned, like a banana. My wife always teases me about it being crooked, but although she says it, she secretly enjoys it. "Did my friend's wife find out, or..." Just as I hesitated, my wife's friend turned around.
I was startled, thinking, "Oh no, I'm going to be found out." But then, my wife's friend turned around, raised her two snow-white thighs high, and eagerly shoved my penis into her vagina. I didn't think twice before, and with a push-and-pull motion, my penis slid in smoothly. My friend's wife let out a muffled groan, biting her lip, no longer moaning like before.
I suddenly understood; when she grabbed my penis, she had already realized that the person she was having sex with wasn't her husband. She was just about to climax and didn't want to stop, so she simply went along with it, but she became a little reserved and embarrassed to moan, so she held back. Haha, now I can relax! I grabbed her naked body, lifted it above her head, and forcefully thrust my penis deep into her vagina. Because of this position, I could penetrate very deeply. I felt that I had reached my friend's wife's cervix, like a soft ball of cotton, hot and sticky. Each thrust felt like it was ironing my glans, sending a tingling sensation from my lower body all the way to my brain. At this point, I didn't care about the "three shallow and one deep" technique anymore, and I thrust in to the very root each time.
Because my friend's wife stopped moaning, the sounds of our bodies colliding became even clearer. I could only hear her gurgling moans and my rough breathing. Just then, I felt a change in my friend's wife's body. Her face flushed, her head turned sharply to one side, her two sexy little legs tensed into an arch, her toes curled inward, and her hands gripped my waist and legs as if trying to grab something. I knew she was probably about to "come"!
So I braced myself on my elbows, pressing my upper body forward against hers, pinching her firm nipples hard with both hands as I thrust in and out. At that moment, time seemed to stand still; her breathing became rapid and disordered under my weight, and her body tensed. Finally, my overwhelming thrusting reached its climax. My penis, unable to hold back any longer, roared, thrusting forward with all my might, pressing tightly against her vulva, and wave after wave of hot, thick semen sprayed deep into her. Her cervix, as if naturally thirsting for this strong, hot semen, began to contract, then sucked in waves like a baby, a greedy, satisfied, and lewd atmosphere filling the entire room.
Much later, she slowly released her hands. By then, I could feel the marks on my back from her scratches (it hurt a little). She lay motionless on the bed with her legs wide open, her eyes closed as if she were asleep, a look of satisfaction and happiness typical of a woman after an orgasm on her face. The sheets beneath her were soaked. After about ten minutes, I thought it best not to stay overnight, to avoid an awkward situation in the morning. So I returned to my room. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.
I woke up early the next morning, around 9 a.m. I quickly washed up and went to the dining room. My friend's wife was already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen. Thinking about the scene from the previous night, I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Perhaps she was a little embarrassed too, as she didn't dare to meet my eyes directly, and a blush was clearly visible on her face. "Fine, I'll just wander around a bit, so as not to confuse her," I said, heading towards my friends' room.
That was the room where I'd gone wild last night. My friend was still fast asleep in bed, but I noticed the sheets had been changed. "What a cunning woman," I thought. She probably changed them after I left to avoid anyone noticing the mess. About ten minutes later, my friend came out of the room after washing up. I greeted her casually, pretending to be confused, and said, "Strange! Why was my alcohol tolerance so low yesterday?" Then we had breakfast together, exchanged some thanks, and headed home. It was truly an unforgettable experience; now she's one of my regular hookups.

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