My lover's confession of his lustful depravity, part 3

After our first date, I actually felt quite bad for him. He even joked that he was at a disadvantage because I touched him, but he didn't get to touch me. But his behavior made me feel that he was absolutely someone I could trust and entrust my feelings to. I was just waiting for my period to end so I could ask him out when I had time. For our second date, we chose the morning, thoughtfully selecting a small town where nobody knew me. In the morning, we went to the supermarket and drank milk tea. Actually, as long as he was by my side, I was happy doing anything. After lunch, we went to a hotel. Actually, I was still very nervous and shy when I entered the room. He turned on the air conditioner, turned off the lights, and drew the curtains. Thank goodness, this time the curtains were good at blocking out light, and the room was quite dark, so I probably wasn't so afraid or shy anymore. He was really gentle, saying "Sweetie, I'm going to do this and that" for everything he did. He went to take a shower first, and I don't remember if he wore underwear afterward. Then I went. I knew what was going to happen next, so I carefully washed every inch of my skin, knowing he would kiss every part of me. After showering, I put all my clothes back on. My underwear wasn't dirty; I'd used a panty liner before leaving, but I'd taken it off now. Quietly, I lay down next to him. He saw me and asked, "You've showered?" I said yes. Then he said, "Why are you still dressed? Take off your outer clothes. It's uncomfortable to sleep in them, you're wearing underwear anyway." "Brother, it's summer, you're only wearing your underwear!" I said. "Take them off," though I was embarrassed, but my purpose for this trip was clear. Wearing only my underwear, I crawled into bed. He reached out and hugged me, but didn't make any excessive moves. I extended an invitation, "Do you want me?" At that moment, he knew I was ready, and with a swift movement, he climbed on top of me. He kissed me while unhooking my bra. At that moment, I calmly asked him a question: "Can you truly love me? Because once I give my feelings, I can't take them back, you can't betray me!" He replied, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be good to you, you won't leave me, I won't abandon you!" I had witnessed how good he was to his ex-lover, so I believed him completely. He moved from my mouth to my nipples, sucking on one while kneading the other. Before I knew it, my underwear was gone. Suddenly, he buried his head between my legs and kissed my vulva! I was stunned and immediately pulled my legs together, pushing his head back: "Dirty, no, dirty, no." He said, "Sweetie, it's not dirty. A woman you love isn't dirty. I lick you because I like you." You probably won't believe me, but I'm over thirty and no one has ever given me oral sex. Of course, it might be because I haven't had many men—my shy first love and my conservative husband, although he could give me orgasms. He was my third man. Although I felt very embarrassed, the feeling of my vulva being kissed was really good. Under his coercion, I half-heartedly gave in. It felt so good, so good, every cell in my body was trembling from the kisses. He said, "Sweetie, when I'm old and can't fuck anymore, I'll still lick you until you orgasm." I was completely satisfied, both psychologically and physically. He licked me for a long time, making me drool and scream. Ever since our first time in a hotel room, I'd been craving his penis, and now I could finally enjoy it. I lay there, and he inserted his penis into my vagina. It felt so full; there wasn't a single gap, it was completely filled. He fucked me hard, rhythmically, rubbing my clitoris as he did so. I had never experienced sex like this before; he took me to a blissful paradise. This went on for a long time, at least twenty minutes. I really can't believe someone in their forties has such stamina; even my husband and first love couldn't do this when they were young. He was covered in sweat, exhausted, but he still hadn't ejaculated. During our intermission, we embraced and fell asleep. Actually, I didn't fall asleep. He was truly exhausted. He woke up from a nap, saw me beside him, and lay down again, putting his penis back into my vagina. I knew he had regained his strength and was ready to fight again. This time, he put me on the sofa, squatted down, and fucked me. We both climaxed, and he ejaculated inside me. There was a lot of his semen; when I got up to wash, a lot of it spilled onto the sofa. After washing, he leisurely drank tea, and I was completely satisfied. But then he had more to do. He spread my legs and spat a mouthful of hot water into my vagina. A warm flow immediately came out, and when the water came out, he dried me off with a tissue. He repeated this twice, and I felt so incredibly happy.

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