My Sixth Single Life (Part Two)

Our brief meeting last time established a good impression of each other. Although she said she only wanted to do it once, one orgasm is enough to make a woman fall deeper and deeper into the relationship, and most women are like that. Once they open up to you, as long as you don't intentionally hurt them, you can basically come and go as you please.

Because of this, although she occasionally expressed her own thoughts, I only talked to her about the good impression of the first time and the feeling of orgasm. She would also be unable to help but be led into this topic, so it went smoothly to ask her to go to a hotel for our next meeting.
Coincidentally, this day was March 8th , Women's Day . It was on this day that she chose to liberate herself and pursue her own happiness. Checking into the room went smoothly. Family-run guesthouses are very common in this city. Perhaps everyone has already noticed that many men and women in contemporary society have this need. Opening the hotel lobby is embarrassing; it's like a guilty conscience needs no accuser. Even if no one knows you, you always feel that the hotel staff are looking at you strangely. It is precisely for this reason that family-run guesthouses were born and have developed rapidly, satisfying various needs of many people, whether they want to be seen in public or not.
This was a one-bedroom apartment in a residential complex. It was bright and clean, with a fantastic view of the factories and farmland in the distance. While waiting for her, I drew the curtains. Although it was a high floor, I still wanted to be cautious to avoid any mishaps and prevent a potentially disastrous outcome. Even

five minutes of waiting felt incredibly long. Despite it being our second meeting, I was still incredibly excited. When I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor in the hallway, I quickly opened the door. After she slipped inside quietly, I gently closed the door. An iron gate separated us from the outside world, leaving the noise and bustle outside and bringing in a room full of passion and intimacy.
Before we could even take off our clothes, a passionate kiss brought our hearts closer. It was clear she had dressed up carefully; the light blue eyeshadow added a touch of allure and seduction to her usually simple appearance. It felt wonderful. A woman on a date should be sexy. Often, what makes us happy isn't just appearance, but the effort we put into presenting that image to you.

After a quick tour of the room, I took off her outer clothes and helped her unhook her bra. She was a little cold; the early spring morning was still chilly. But since we both had limited time, I preferred to save it for enjoyment. So, naked, I slipped under the covers, and we embraced, teasing each other.
Once passion was ignited, the room seemed to heat up with our bodies. She willingly crawled under the covers and took my erection into her mouth. The feeling of being tightly enveloped was intoxicating and irresistible.

Her tongue was nimble and moist, constantly teasing every sensitive nerve. At my prompting, she knelt between my legs, and this time I could finally see her breasts completely from the front—full and round, the feel of which was nothing like that of a woman who had breastfed. I couldn't help but kiss and suckle them. She moaned in ecstasy. I took out my phone and took a few pictures of her breasts. She obediently straightened up, and although shy, she still let me take a few pictures.

Putting down the phone, I gently stroked between her legs. The fluid had already flowed down her inner thighs. I took the opportunity to explore inside, and another intoxicating moan escaped her lips. I continued to tease her, feeling her excitement.

She bent down and continued sucking, then sat on top. Because of the previous teasing, we both came quickly. Just as I ejaculated, her moans suddenly grew louder, and her body contracted noticeably. I knew she had come. I moved for a while longer and ejaculated all my semen inside her. Then we hugged for a while before cleaning up the mess.
After we washed up and came back, we rested in each other's arms. She was a very quiet woman, not very talkative. I picked up my phone to check the time; there was still more than half an hour left. I said, "Let's do it again." She didn't object and, at my prompting, she sucked on my lower body again. Stimulated by her skillful tongue, I quickly got erect again. This time, I decided to change the position. I had her kneel by the bed, and I stood by the bed and gently inserted myself from behind, reaching the deepest point each time, which elicited a loud moan from her.

In this scene, so lewd, I couldn't help but take out my phone to capture the moment of penetration. As the frequency of thrusting increased, her moans grew louder, further stimulating my fighting spirit. So I thrust even faster, and she suddenly cried out lewdly, "Ah... I can't take it anymore, you're so good!" Then she turned to look at me, her hazy eyes alluring and captivating. I saw her expectation, slowed down, and lowered my head to kiss her. I then grabbed her breasts from behind and kneaded them vigorously. After kneading for a while, I straightened up and continued thrusting forcefully. I felt her vagina becoming tighter and tighter, the pleasure of friction growing stronger and stronger. Finally, we reached orgasm together once again.
After we finished and washed up, we got dressed and felt like we were just ordinary friends again. This change was subtle, and perhaps that's the nature of making friends online. We hugged and kissed again before parting. I don't know if she will continue to reject me or accept me again.
When she asked me what "friends with benefits" meant, I couldn't help but laugh. When I explained it to her, she laughed too. I asked, "What are we?"

She replied, "What kind of relationship we have isn't important."

I asked again, "Do you like the term 'friends with benefits'?"

She answered again, "No, I like confidants. I want to be your confidant, for life."
A while later, she sent another message: I can be your temporary sex partner, but I also want to be your lifelong confidante.
Looking at this line of text, I smiled, unsure how to reply. It's just that this afternoon, we had our fifth time as friends with benefits.

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