[Female students from arts schools] (102)

Chapter 102. The True Colors of a Man. Qiao Minguo's most striking impression on me was his undeniable masculinity.

Whatever , he carried an unquestionable firmness and decisiveness, just like tonight. He wanted me, and he

said it openly.

Unlike other men, he wasn't particularly romantic; his eyes burned with a fierce, burning desire.

He picked me up and gently placed me on the sofa, then quickly removed his white shirt. I

saw his body covered in scars. Although he was elderly, he remained robust and strong, his muscles firm

and full, exuding a powerful masculine aura.

He slowly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and then pounced on me. He

kissed my cheek, greedily licking everything.

I had never been with such an impulsive man before, and I was completely stunned. But Qiao

Minguo didn't give me a chance to think. He roughly unbuttoned my white shirt, and when he got to the end, due to his

clumsy hands and unbearable desire, he couldn't wait any longer. In his haste, he pulled my shirt

out from under my skirt and ripped all the buttons off, revealing my pink camisole

bra.

Camisole bras are a style I really like, with a strong girlish feel to them.

Especially this set I recently bought, the perfect cups accentuated my full and firm breasts,

those two plump, white mounds trembling slightly, making Qiao Minguo feel an irresistible itch. He couldn't wait

to press his face against my chest, kissing and kissing me incessantly. Not satisfied, his hand slid up my shoulder and ripped off

my bra strap, exposing half of my breast to him. He

immediately kissed the nipple, sucking on it softly.

His direct, bold, and even crude actions instantly excited me. A phrase suddenly flashed through

my mind : a man should have a man's domineering spirit, and a man's true nature should

be shown without reservation.

Qiao Minguo truly embodied this. He wasn't hypocritical at all; his eyes, his actions, his

words, every detail seemed to nakedly tell me that he wanted me tonight,

that wanted to make love with me wildly.

I quickly began to moan, tightly hooking my arms around Qiao Minguo's neck and actively kissing him.

I don't know if it was my initiative that aroused Qiao Minguo's emotions or if his desire had suddenly

rekindled he became even more excited. He ripped off all the bra straps,

grabbing one of my full breasts in each hand and greedily kissing them.

He used a lot of force, directly hurting me, but this slightly painful stimulation made me

feel even more excited. My lower body immediately became wet, and I slowly squeezed my legs together, but I

still felt a warm current desperately gushing out.

Qiao Minguo's lips finally left my breasts, and began to wander over my lower abdomen. Then, they settled on

my panties. He bent over, yanked my underwear off, and threw it on the floor. He then turned me

around, unhooked my bra, and I was now lying naked on the sofa.

I knew that when a man saw my smooth body, he would be even more aroused. My skin

was fair, my abdomen was without an ounce of fat, my nipples were pink, and my breasts were full and firm. The green pubic hair

below was incredibly alluring.

Qiao Minguo only glanced at me twice, and I couldn't control myself. He almost roughly ripped off his own

underwear, then picked me up and carried me to the room.

He was a traditional man, always believing that sex had to happen in bed, and the sofa was just

for sitting.

He carried me into the room, placed me on the bed, lifted my legs, and lay down

on top In one swift motion, he thrust inside me.

His penis was large and firm, almost filling me completely in one go. The intense stimulation of fullness

instantly to the extreme, and I began to pant heavily. I half-closed my eyes and pursed my lips.

"Mmm..."

My moans aroused him even more than he had ever felt before. He worked even harder,

his body, though over fifty, possessing the stamina of an eighteen-year-old. He was covered in sweat, yet he felt incredibly comfortable, savoring

every aspect of my body.

He leaned closer, continuing to caress my breasts, kneading and stroking them, as if he wanted to devour me

whole .

My moans grew louder. I really wanted to breathe freely, but I maintained

a strange sense of restraint.

Qiao Minguo's stamina truly exceeded my expectations. For over ten minutes,

he barely stopped, and I was almost completely exhausted. His sudden thrusts made

audible sounds, which I knew were due to the excessive warmth. I lay limp on the

bed , yet the stimulation continued to surge in waves.

Women, often, are never truly satisfied. After all, in matters of lovemaking, women often have the

upper hand. This is why there's the saying that women in their thirties are like wolves, in their forties like tigers, and in their fifties, they can practically suck the earth dry.

But tonight, I truly experienced immense satisfaction. In the final moment of Qiao Minguo's thrusts, I

felt as if my soul had left my body.

I lay limply on Qiao Minguo's body, trembling uncontrollably…

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