Personal Experiences and Reflections – Part Two of My Long-Term Boss's Journey

I apologize for being so verbose; I'll definitely correct it.
Continuing from last time... That day was probably the first time I acted relatively maturely. Before, I'd always be incredibly nervous or overly excited during my first time with a woman. After penetration, I usually didn't dare move, and even with controlled, slight thrusting, I couldn't last long before ejaculating. Fortunately, I usually recovered quickly, and I could usually perform at my normal level the second time. After a few rounds of varying intensity and pace, the woman was still quite satisfied. This time, to avoid the overly excited situation of before, I didn't rush into penetration. After carrying her to the bed, she obediently cooperated by taking off her pajamas. When I took off her underwear, I found her crotch covered in sticky fluid. Although she was quite old at the time, her vulva was still very beautiful—sparse pubic hair, a thick mons pubis, and a round shape. Parting the wet crevice, I saw bright red and tender flesh inside. I inserted my tongue, carefully savoring the silky, greasy texture. Her clitoris was beautiful, not particularly large, but stubbornly erect at the tip of her vulva, contorting as my tongue gently swept over it. That time, I pushed my tongue's exploration and teasing to the extreme. Actually, I've always particularly enjoyed licking; it feels like a woman's body is a beautiful musical instrument, and I can use my tongue to create heavenly music. She was a particularly sensitive woman; her moans were deep and had a very real quality. When I took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked on it, she tightly hugged the back of my head, arching her back and abdomen upwards, followed by a shudder and rapid breathing. I felt a surge of heat; she had actually squirted. The squirting I'd ever experienced before had only occurred when stimulating her G-spot with my fingers; she was the only woman I'd ever met who could squirt just from clitoral stimulation.
Afterwards, my penis was still too sensitive, and she was incredibly tight for her age. I was very open with her, and every time I couldn't withstand the twisting and writhing of her vagina, I would thrust hard into her deepest part and beg her to cooperate so that I wouldn't ejaculate too quickly. She would obediently hug my buttocks, kiss me, and tell me not to feel pressured, saying that she had already achieved a level of satisfaction she had never experienced before. To alleviate the urge to ejaculate, we frequently changed positions, including woman-on-top and doggy style. However, even the doggy style, which I usually found easiest and least likely to trigger, felt particularly intense this time. I couldn't manage many deep thrusts in any position; most of the time, I could only penetrate deeply and then gently tremble. When I caught my breath, I would make a few small thrusts. She was very docile throughout, but occasionally, due to playfulness or a lack of self-control, she would suddenly thrust her hips, firmly gripping my penis with her vagina. On the verge of collapse, I could only hold onto her buttocks tightly, trying to make her stop... I was completely defeated in the first round. In the last round, she lost control of her riding position, gripping my penis tightly and thrusting wildly. Her breasts trembled in front of me, making me dizzy. I gave up control and ejaculated in a complete and utter defeat... That was probably one of the longest ejaculations I've ever had. She lay on top of me for a long time, and even with my semi-soft penis, I could still feel the pulsation deep inside her vagina...
After showering, I felt slightly better and, eager to turn the tide, asked for a second round. She refused to engage, citing a swollen and injured vagina, but I wouldn't allow it. Instead, I used the guise of licking her wounds to tease and provoke her. Soon, she readily joined the fray. This time, without the worry of premature ejaculation, and on a relatively familiar battlefield, I finally performed at my normal level. Clearly, the intense, high-frequency thrusting felt more pleasurable. As she knelt on the edge of the bed while I stood below, gripping her waist and thrusting wildly, she completely broke down, her squirting powerfully onto my thigh with a hissing sound... When I finally ejaculated, her body was limp, but her vagina felt even more powerful, and I still ejaculated a lot.
That night, I didn't stay in her room, even though leaving her room in the early morning still risked being discovered by others. Back in my own bed, I kept replaying her breaths and trembling in my mind. I clearly realized that this experience had raised my standards for sex, and I had to cherish this ideal sexual partner, because you never know if you'll meet another. This also began our ten-year-long, albeit changing, intimate relationship.

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