At that time, I was just learning how to make stocks and I was on the computer every day.
People who have done the stock know that a lot of times is actually very boring, especially when you buy into a stock after the full position, that stock is not pulling up for a few days in a row, sell it, but also think it has a future, do not sell it, look at every day there are stocks up, worse still some of them or their own had been optimistic about the.
So after I buy a stock full time, at the same time I’m praying: hopefully I won’t have to be bored for a few days afterward.
However, it is still often the case that things don’t go as planned.
One day, I bought a stock with a full position, and you can’t sell a stock you bought that day, and when I looked at the general market there was not much change in the trend, and the boredom started to rage.
Often at this time of year, leaving the computer is definitely not an option, so often I will play pool or play cards online to waste time.
But on this day, I couldn’t bring myself to play.
Bored, I clicked into a ☆☆☆ and prepared to watch the chat.
In ☆☆☆, it’s a whole bunch of names like Light Dancing, Curved Stem, One Night Stand, Phone Passion, etc.
Entering a boring ☆☆☆ when you’re bored isn’t a lot of fun. So I was about to quit, and while I was doing that, the screen showed that someone named Makoto Chat for a while (female) had come in.
I think chatting online is a way for us to take off the mask of reality to really talk, and since we’re online and no one knows anyone, why not be real?
So, I clicked Makoto Chat for a while (female) and said, Hello!
She is 31 years old, a Hunan native who moved to Guangzhou with her husband and works in a unit as a deputy director of the office, and has a son who is seven years old.
Since the first time in the ☆☆☆ chance encounter, we have since been contacted through QQ, in QQ, her name is Xiaoyu, my name is E fish in the net.
She wasn’t very busy with her work, and there was a computer in her unit that was specially assigned to her, so we could communicate at any time, and we talked about everything.
When she achieved something at work, she would be the first to let me share her joy; when my stock went up, we prayed together that it would go up again tomorrow.
Of course, there are times when it’s not as good as it could be.
She often complained that her husband only cared about socializing outside and rarely spoke properly throughout the year, and that her son was very naughty and often took her words improperly.
And I, too, am often anxious about China’s capital markets.
Happy times are happier when we share them.
When we are down, we exhort each other until we all believe that tomorrow will be better.
Slowly, if the other person doesn’t show up online one day, the heart gets a little hung up.
In this way, we have been dating through the Internet for half a year, during which time I have repeatedly wanted to see her, but then I thought, since we have been getting along very well, why not maintain the status quo?
If you meet and realize that the other person is not as good as you thought, you may lose your original enthusiasm. So, I think it is better not to meet, after all, this network love hard to come by.
Later, I went to a decoration company, the boss is my classmate, he usually love to speculate on stocks, but often do not have time, so we came together.
When the market opens, I keep an eye on the market for him, and he bought a laptop computer so that when we go out to socialize or run errands, we can both work anywhere and anytime.
After being alone on the computer for so long, I’m happy to walk around a bit.
Sometime in May, a classmate’s company completed a renovation project in a flat.
On the day of acceptance, the classmates purposely set up a dozen tables of wine and invited all the people in the first unit.
In order to avoid the suspicion of extravagance, the location is located in the air garden of the newly renovated units, eat only buffet hot pot.
After nightfall, a bright moon rose, the cool breeze of early summer blew, and the newly planted flowers and grasses gave out a burst of fragrance, which was a unique flavor.
The face does not apply powder, just a thin smear of lipstick, originally dressed in full body white is not a good match, it is easy to contrast the flaws in skin color, but her skin is very white and very bright and tender, white clothes, so that she appeared to be more noble and light, brightly illuminated.
The banquet began, wine is indispensable, classmates pulled me, from the leadership seat to the staff seat, seat by seat toast.
Originally, this unit has not been the main director, the deputy director is a hand, and that white beauty, is the director’s wife.
This surprised me a bit. Usually, an official wife, even if she is not overbearing, will make people feel that she is condescending, but from her words and demeanor, I did not feel it at all.
After a round of toasts, people started eating and drinking.
However, there are two seats which are always the most bustling. One of them, of course, is the Director’s seat, while the other is the Director’s wife’s seat.
For the sake of the body and family future, as a subordinate, generally will not let go of the opportunity to show their own in front of the leadership, on such occasions, hope to get the goodwill of the leadership of the things to do, of course, is to toast to the leadership, in addition to the Secretary, and Mrs..
The director’s wife seemed to be a bad drinker, at first not taking a drop of alcohol, only using soft drinks as a substitute, but then, finally, unable to hold back the enthusiasm of the people, she switched to drinking one small glass at a time.
A few glasses of wine down, Mrs. white face up two red clouds, smiling peach blossom face, looks more charming, during which, there is a shot that I still remember.
Drinking and probably feeling a little hot, she stood up as if undressing, and the moment she removed her suit with her hands backward, her breasts stood high, the junction of her breasts and bra clearly visible under the thin silk shirt.
The banquet continued for about two hours, people are already slightly drunk and full of rice, then the students came over, handed me the car keys and said: after the meal I still have to go with the director of them to sing, sauna, tonight it seems to have to fall straight to tomorrow morning. I take their car to go, you send the director’s wife back, tonight you drive the car home.
Her Ladyship was clearly out of her element, and after a few steps on her feet she began to feel a little unsteady.
I took a look at it and felt bad, tonight we were drinking foreign wine, usually when foreign wine is drunk, when sitting down there is nothing, but once standing up, the strength of the wine starts to kick in, and the aftertaste will become more and more powerful.
It was a good thing that the passage we took happened to have a row of flowers and trees blocking people’s view; it’s never a good thing for the director’s wife to show her drunkenness in front of a group of her husband’s subordinates.
I hastened to call on a female employee to let her help Mrs., who expected that the female employees actually can not be good there, the two help to walk but do not know who is helping who.
It was a good thing that their drinking hadn’t really kicked in yet, and when they got off the elevator to the car, there was no trouble along the way.
I was going to let her sit in the back seat, but she said she gets motion sickness easily and likes to sit in the front seat.
In the car, I suggested that if she had drunk too much, we might as well let the female staff accompany her back, but the lady shook her head vigorously, her tongue a little stiff and said: I’m fine, don’t bother.
Hearing her say that, I couldn’t help but laugh in my heart: it seems that women are the same, and will equally say it’s fine when they drink too much themselves.
Presumably for fear of motion sickness, she even lowered the window.
I was too embarrassed to tell her again that it was not advisable to blow off steam after drinking, and asked for her home address, thinking that it would be better to send her back as soon as possible.
She didn’t speak again on the way.
Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at her house.
This is a newly completed commercial district, many houses are still under renovation, and only a few have been moved in.
The car stopped, but she didn’t move, she wasn’t asleep, was she? So I opened the door on my side of the car and was going to go over and open the door on her side of the car to let her down.
Just as the door opened, the lights in the car came on, and on the seat to my right was a picture of a beautiful drunken woman.
She was draped in a white suit, leaning against the back of the chair, her body tilted to my side, her head resting on the backrest of her seat on my side, her lower skirt was brought up almost to the root of her thighs with the downward tilt of her body, revealing a large section of her left thighs that were wrapped in rounded, soft, and fair by the white transparent stockings.
Her eyes were closed, a few strands of hair dabbed on her once slightly sweat-dampened forehead, her breasts heaving together as she breathed, and the top button of her silk blouse had been loosened at some point, revealing the top edge of her white bra on the right side as well as the upper portion of her breasts that were not encased by the bra from the slightly open neckline.
I couldn’t help but freeze for a moment, an involuntary surge of heat rising from my dantian as my lower body swelled up to push my pants up high.
When I didn’t know what to do, she suddenly opened her eyes, her right hand quickly groped for the car door switch, and violently pulled open the door and her body bounced out like a bullet.
I was so startled by her sudden action that I hurriedly rushed out of the car as well.
I saw her squatting on the ground, her back shrugged and threw up with a wow, and as she vomited her body uncontrollably shook, I hastened to hold her shoulders.
The alarming vomiting continued for several minutes and slowly even the yellow bile water came out.
I backhanded a Kleenex and mineral water from the car and handed it to her, and she wiped a couple of handfuls on her face carelessly and rinsed her mouth with water.
Seeing that she had almost thrown up, I closed the car door and helped her up toward the elevator in the lobby, where she said to me vaguely, Sorry for losing my cool.
Her legs were still weak, so I had to wrap my right hand around her back and rest my palm on her right armpit so that most of her body weight was bearing down on my right hand.
Entering the elevator, he pressed the numbers and the elevator rose.
Suddenly, I felt something strange in my right hand, and it turned out that my right hand was placed under her armpit, with four fingers just holding on to the outside of her right breast, and her warm, soft, and bouncy breast was resting against my fingertips.
Her eyes were slightly closed, her head resting on my right shoulder, and she didn’t speak.
I took the keys out of her handbag, fumbled with the door, helped her into the bedroom, removed the suit she was draped in, laid her down on the bed, and took off her white high heels.
After throwing up, she looked a little pale and I called out, Big Sister!
There was no response, presumably a deep sleep.
However, she had gotten a large portion of the front of her shirt wet when she vomited, and there was quite a bit of dirt on her skirt, so she couldn’t do it without changing her clothes, but by the looks of her, she wouldn’t be able to wake up for a while.
It’s impossible for me to do it for her. If she wakes up and realizes that I did it for her, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Suddenly I thought, could there be a babysitter in this house? So I went around to the other rooms, but there was no one.
I went back to the bedroom and saw her pajamas hitched up on a chair next to the bed, and I looked at the wet shirt she was wearing and didn’t know what to do.
Suddenly I remembered that when I was drunk, I often woke up and couldn’t remember what happened when I was drunk, and seeing her sleeping so deeply, she probably woke up thinking that she had changed her clothes. only
There’s this now ……
Her silk blouse was thin, and a large part of the front got wet, clinging to her bra as well as the skin of her abdomen; the wet blouse became transparent, and the outline of her bra, and the skin tone of her abdomen were clearly revealed.
I gently unbuttoned her shirt, with the buttons unlocked one by one, she wore a bra with high breasts, round and meticulous navel, one by one, presented in front of me.
I pulled the hem of the shirt out of her skirt, then gently pushed her body into a side-lying position, gently slipped her left arm out of the sleeve tube, and pulled down the zipper on the back of her short skirt before wrenching her back into a flat position.
The right hand gently and forcefully lifted her waist and hips, slowly pulling the short skirt down to her calves, then cupping her feet and removing the skirt.
I then wrenched her into a side-lying position, removed her shirt completely from her right arm, and finally gently pushed her back into a flat position.
At the moment, in front of me, her upper body is only a white one-piece bra covering the lower 2/3 of her breasts, the upper part of her breasts exposed outside the bra is like congealed grease and white jade, glowing with a holy light under the soft light.
Slim waist, flat belly.
The lower part of her body was wrapped in waist-length white sheer stockings, and inside the stockings, a small pair of panties that wrapped around her slightly bulging pussy, through which a few curved hairs showed the sides of the panties.
Further below were rounded legs with tiny toes neatly pressed together in stockings ……
At the moment of beauty, I think I can’t be a saint who can’t sit still, my heart is like a deer in the headlights, my lower body is erect once again, and I would love to undo her bra, caress her puffy breasts with my hands, kiss her on the lips, peel off her stocking panties, and get into her body.
But then again, I know that there are many things in the world that you can only appreciate and not act on.
You have been blessed with the honor of enjoying it.
She was still sleeping heavily, and I took the clothes by the bed and carefully changed her again. And covered her with a blanket.
I picked up her dirty clothes and hitched them to a chair next to the bed.
Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard her grunt from deep in her throat and turn around, her body scrunched up in a ball, her brow furrowed.
It could be that the remaining wine is reenergized ……
Getting drunk and throwing up is often still hard work, especially if you’ve had too much foreign alcohol.
I remembered that whenever I was drunk, my mother would make me a bowl of pepper and egg soup and I would eat it and get better very quickly.
So, I went to the kitchen and it was so good! Surprisingly, there were peppers!
I found an empty bottle, crushed the peppers, took two eggs out of the fridge and hit the gas stove.
In no time at all, the kitchen was filled with the scent of peppery eggs.
An aromatic bowl of peppery egg soup was ready and I carried it to my bedroom.
It was hard, finally, to wake her up, and she sat up, still sleepy.
She looked around and said, hey? I’m at home?
I said: Yes, the Director and the others had work to do after dinner tonight, and I was the one who sent you back. I saw that you weren’t feeling too well, so I sent you straight to the bedroom to lie down.
She mused a little, as if remembering something, and said, I know you drove me home, as if I was drunk and vomiting.
I said: you’re not drunk, just maybe a little bit too much, plus a little bit of motion sickness on the way back, it’s normal to throw up.
She was a little confused and lowered her head as if trying to remember something, she saw her pajamas and suddenly said, When I came back, did I change my own clothes?
Good thing I was prepared, so I said without revealing anything: Yes, after I helped you into the bedroom, I saw that you had thrown up everything you had eaten, and your stomach must have been very empty, and I saw that there were peppers in the kitchen, and there were eggs in the refrigerator, and I had heard that it was best to drink a little peppercorn and egg soup after drinking wine, so I made you a bowl, and when I came in, I found that you had changed your clothes on your own.
She looked up at me for a moment, and perhaps she saw that I was sincere, or perhaps she believed that she was never too confused herself, and her gaze gradually lost its foxiness.
I handed her the soup in my hand and she took it, with gratitude in her eyes, saying, Trouble you for one night, how else can I ask you to make me food.
She was really hungry and started to eat one bite at a time, while eating she also said that her husband came back drunk and she also made this soup for him, which was very effective, but she hadn’t really drank it except for the taste test, and she couldn’t imagine that it was so good.
It was great to watch her take big bites.
In no time at all, she had finished the entire bowl of soup and her face had regained its rosy color.
At that moment, the phone by the bed rang and she picked it up.
The room is very quiet, the voice on the phone I can hear very clearly, it is her husband called back, he was already very drunk, said that there are things tonight can not come back, told her to immediately open the computer online to send a document of what to someone in an emergency.
A look of displeasure flashed across her face when she heard her husband say he wasn’t coming back, but she quickly regained her composure and was probably used to the situation.
She mumbled under her breath, “What’s so urgent? Can’t we send it back to the unit tomorrow? While turning on the computer in the bedroom.
The computer was running slowly, almost as if it was a Pentium 100 running WIN98, but look at the body, it’s pretty new.
I asked her what the configuration of the computer was, and she said she didn’t know much about computers, except that it was a Pentium 4, and that she had bought it only six months ago.
I said no, how can a Pentium 4 computer be so slow?
She said it wasn’t so slow, but gradually became slower and slower, and wondered if she had bought a fake.
It took a while, but that file was finally sent out.
I said to her: this situation with the computer, it may be a software problem, usually not a machine problem, let me see see good?
She said, “Well, I’m tired of its slowness, and I’ve been talking to my husband about asking the computer dealer to carry it back for repair sometime, but he keeps putting it off.
I took the mouse, checked the C disk, good guy! 100G of space is actually only left more than 30M, it is strange not to be slow.
I explained the situation to her and said that by moving some files to another disk the problem would be solved.
She asked me: is it easy to fix?
I said: nothing, just the better part of an hour.
She looked at her watch and said, Thank you so much then, just please fix it for me. So I started picking out what I could move to other disks from the C drive.
She looked at the side for a while, and said to me: no hurry, you slowly repair, I first go to take a shower, the body is very dirty strange uncomfortable.
Once all are selected, the file begins to move.
There’s not much else I can do for the time being.
I looked at the little penguin on the screen and suddenly remembered that I was busy with the banquet setup today and hadn’t contacted Jade all day, I wondered if she had thought of me?
So I went on the Internet, open QQ, and immediately the speaker came out: the sound of ticking ticking ticking ……
Jade did contact me and left a message: Where have you been today? I can’t see you all day, so don’t let anything happen to you! I’m going to a cocktail party after work today and probably won’t get home until after 8:00, so I hope to see you online then.
Reading the message, I couldn’t help but feel hot inside, it’s all my fault, just steal some time to surf the net in the afternoon.
I looked at the table, it’s already more than nine o’clock, but Jade is not online, probably go home and then go online to see that I am not in again has been down.
I felt a little guilty and letter typed up a reply to Jade.
At this time, the lady came in after the bath, she changed into a peach colored silk nightgown with a dark pattern, there is a belt to bind the thin waist, her breasts high up, more shapely; a head of hair has been dissolved, like a waterfall cascade down, and exudes a charming fragrance after the bath.
As she ran a comb through her hair, she said to me, Is the machine all right?
I said: the computer is moving the files automatically, it’s almost done, I had nothing to do so I went on the internet to reply to a message from an internet user.
She laughed and said, Netflix is a woman, isn’t she, have you met? Is she pretty? As she said, she curiously approached and came over to look at the computer screen.
I replied as I typed, I haven’t met her yet, but I think she should be pretty nice.
Suddenly, I felt a little strange, and I couldn’t help but raise my head to look at her for a moment, only to see her eyes widen, looking at the screen with her mouth open in astonishment, and her hand combing her hair stopped.
I was shocked, there wasn’t a mistake somewhere, was there?
She looked at me, then at the screen, then at me again, then reached out and pointed her finger at Jade’s avatar on the screen and said excitedly, You’re the E-fish in the net?
That’s what I am: ah, Jade!
Suddenly, my mind went blank with a bang and I stood up, I looked at her and she looked at me, the person I had been longing for was suddenly right in front of me! For a moment I thought I was dreaming.
When I look back to confirm that this is true, my heart like the sea of anger, and like a million horses, I can not help but stretch out my arms at once to embrace her tightly into the arms of ……
The whole world had ceased to exist, as if we were the only two left.
She wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her chin against my shoulder.
Our faces, our bodies were pressed together, and our hearts were pressed together in a rapid burst ……
It took a long time for us to calm down a little.
I embraced her and sat on the bed next to me ……
She snuggled into my arms, her head resting on the crook of my arm, her face still scarlet with excitement and a million shades of shyness.
We coincidentally recalled the scene of our first acquaintance on the Internet, as well as the interesting things that happened in the QQ chat.
Her gaze darkened when it came to her husband.
She said that in the first few years of her marriage, her husband treated her well, but after he moved to the area, he slowly changed, often not coming home for dinner, and when he came back, the couple could seldom talk properly for a while.
At first, she thought that her husband had just been transferred to the local area, probably because he was too busy at work, but then, surprisingly, he often didn’t come home for the whole night, and sometimes, even if he came back late at night, he carried an unfamiliar scent of perfume.
The two of them had a couple of fights about it, but each time, the husband had numerous reasons to push back.
She asked me: Are all you men like this? When you’re having a better time, you start to do whatever you want.
That’s an embarrassing question for me, it’s really happening in our society nowadays, but I can’t say to her: yes!
I said: Maybe the Secretary is really busy with his work, and if you understand him better, things might be fine.
In order to escape this embarrassment, I changed the topic: Hey, didn’t I say you have a son? Why don’t you see him at home?
Speaking of her son, her eyebrows stretched open, she said her son is more than 7 years old, soon to enter the second grade, because this side of the renovation has not yet had time to transfer him to the nearby school, temporarily in the old residence by the recently retired mother-in-law to bring.
She said her son was so naughty that he gave the sofa in his old former home a full cut with a knife; painted the walls with airplanes and cannons with coloring pencils; and always played with his toys and did his homework at the same time.
Eating with eyes glued to the TV; taking a little man’s book into the bathroom and not coming out for half an hour without being told to do so.
Sometimes he is so understanding, though, that when his mom is upset, he puts the trash out the door himself.
When his mother was not feeling well he would pour a cup of boiled water and tell her to take medicine; last year, on his mother’s birthday, his son gave her a painting of a villa with a garden, which read: For Mom, Happy Birthday! Speaking of this, her eyes reddened, and a crystalline teardrop slid down her cheek from the corner of her eye.
Hearing her words, my throat felt as if it was stuffed with a ball of cotton wool and I couldn’t speak, but I could only use my hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
She went on to say, she said that she felt the most uncertain and helpless time, met me online, every time after the QQ talk, her heart is a lot easier, and gradually, whenever she meets happy or unhappy, like to go online to find me to talk.
At the end, she gently hugged me and said quietly, “Many times when I talk to you, I am tempted to tell you that I want to see you very much.
Her hair as well as her body, exudes a mesmerizing fragrance of a daughter, her eyes like a clear pool shrouded in a mist, my heart welled up a hundred kinds of love.
I looked at her softly and she looked at me pulsatingly.
I reached out and gently caressed her cheek, and her ear with my entire palm, slowly combing my fingers through the hair at her temples.
She closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering gently.
I lowered my head and gently kissed her with my lips on her bare forehead, her arched eyebrows, her soft eyelids, her small straight nose.
Her mouth was slightly open and I kissed her from the left side of her upper lip, little by little, to the right side of her upper lip, and little by little, from the right side of her lower lip to the left side of her lower lip.
Her lips were so soft that I couldn’t help but kiss her lips deeply, flicking my tongue against her teeth.
My tongue tangled with her small, warm tongue in her mouth, sucking obliviously on each other.
Her exhaled breath hotly sprayed my face ……
My hand, at the same time, also through the thin silk nightgown in her shoulders and back, chest and abdomen between the wandering, and slowly upward, with the whole palm of the hand to support her full breasts, with the palm and fingertips gently rubbing, through the bra cups, my hand still feel her breasts firm, soft and elasticity of the full.
Leaving her mouth, my hot lips slid down her chin, to her neck, and her head tilted back as my lips traveled between her neckline.
My hands left her breasts and caressed her flat belly.
As my hand went further and further down and reached the bulging pubic mound, her legs unconsciously came together, probably for the first time she was in such close contact with a man other than her husband, and she had not yet fully let go in her heart.
So I slid my hand to the side and more gently stroked back and forth across her thigh.
My lips also kissed the back of her ear, the body temperature of the skin behind her ear was slightly warmer than that of her neck earlier, I kissed up and down along the back of her ear, nibbling on her earlobe with my teeth, as the hot air exhaled from my mouth seeped into her ear canal.
Her breathing quickened and she opened her mouth, a soft sigh escaping her lips and exhaling.
Her legs spread unconsciously, and I lifted the hem of her nightgown and swiped my fingers up the inside of her thighs and moved them slowly upward, finally touching the edge of her tiny panties.
I started by running my fingertips along the side of the panties, followed by lightly dragging my fingertips through the thin, cicada-like panties over the location of her pubic hair, her labia, and finally my entire palm over her entire pussy, and from the depths of her throat, she let out a suppressed, Ahhhh!
In my palm, I felt the gentle heat of her private parts, and with my middle finger, I felt the panties at the location of the vaginal opening had become slightly moist.
I undid the straps of her pajama bottoms at her waist and flipped them upward, and presumably sensing what was about to happen, she obediently raised her hands to allow me to remove the pajama bottoms over her head.
She buried her face in my chest, not daring to look at me.
I ran my hands over the satin-smooth skin of her back as I gently laid her down on the bed.
At this moment, her body, wearing only a bra and panties, was once again before my eyes.
Her hair, cascading over the pillows, her watery eyes extraordinarily moving in the light, her charming breasts heaving together as she breathed.
I took off the clothes on my body and was left with just a pair of panties, my erect penis pushing them up high.
I lay down next to her, passing my right hand under her body and taking her into my arms.
Our naked bodies pressed against each other.
Her body was warm and soft.
I kissed her on the lips and with my left hand, I unbuttoned the front of her bra and her breasts broke free of the bra and popped out against my chest.
My lips moved up and down from her cheek, past her neck, over her cleavage, the tip of my nose and chin rubbing her breasts respectively.
Her nipples, standing up from engorgement, were like two rubies in the middle of her white, full breasts, and the pink areola around her nipples had some small, rice-like protrusions.
One of my hands held one of her breasts, rubbing her nipple with my palm and rubbing the circumference of the breast from the outside in with my fingertips.
With the tip of my tongue, I circled around the areola of her other breast and teased her nipple from time to time, her nipple getting firmer and firmer as my tongue danced around it.
Her breath hitched again, the exhalations from her mouth and nose becoming ragged.
My hands left her breasts and went inside her panties from the top edge of her panties, her pubic hair was very soft, there was a soft tissue the size of a soybean in the middle of her pubic hair, I knew it was very sensitive, I didn’t dare to touch it easily with my thick fingertips, I could only gently pamper it with my palm.
My fingers touched the warm labia, they were so soft and delicate that I could only tweak them very lightly.
The lower part of the labia, near the opening of the vagina, became slippery, and the tip of my middle finger, without having to exert any force, had easily sunk into the opening of the pussy.
My fingers, shallow in and out of the warm, slippery pussy.
On top of that, I occasionally caught her nipple between my two lips and swiped it with the tip of my tongue, which led to taking her entire areola with the nipple into my mouth and sucking greedily.
Her body began to writhe, her breathing became more rapid, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
I pulled my right hand out from under her body and sat up.
Her thin flesh-colored silk panties, near the opening of her vagina, had gotten a large wet patch and became transparent staining her body.
I removed her panties and crouched between her feet, my lips kissing from the inside of her ankles, past the inside of her calves, her knees, the inside of her thighs, and, inch by inch, to the base of her thighs, my face, just an inch from her pussy.
On the bulging pubic mound, the dense pubic hair was soft and dark, the two labia majora were slightly separated, revealing the pink labia minora, and from the wet vaginal opening, the love juices were slowly extending towards the perineum below.
Where the upper labia converged, the soybean-sized clitoris broke through the weight of the wrinkled walls and stood proud.
I stretched out my tongue, the tip of my tongue directly against the proud clitoris, suddenly stimulated by this, her whole body shook, her mouth could not help: ah! The cry came out.
The tip of my tongue circled around the root of my clitoris, sometimes making quick teasing strokes, sometimes taking the whole thing in with my lips and sucking on it like a nursing child.
The most sensitive part of her body was strongly stimulated, and her whole body tensed up, her eyes closed tightly, her head tilted back desperately, her hands grasped the bed sheet, her breasts arched upwards, and her legs bent up nervously.
After storming and ravaging her clit for a while, I moved my tongue down and roamed over her labia majora and minora, occasionally making large licks on the surface of my tongue as they turned purple and swelled from engorgement.
The love juices that flowed from her vaginal opening dripped partly downward along her perineum and onto the sheets, partly brought up by my tongue, and her whole pussy was dripping wet.
With my face close to her pussy and the tip of my nose gently touching my clitoris, I tensed the muscles of my tongue and plunged it into her cunt in a cylinder shape, moving it in and out of her cunt while the tip of my tongue went up and down from side to side, teasing the folds of the walls of her cunt.
She was already extremely aroused, her body twisting violently, her hips swaying from side to side, and moans escaping her lips.
Finally she couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed my shoulders with both hands and pulled upward as hard as she could.
I was also like an arrow in the air, I took off my underwear, leaned up, supported my body with my right hand, held my long enraged penis in my left hand, pressed the rising glans against the opening of her vagina, she held her breath, I sent my hips forward, and the whole penis went as far as it could go into her, the glans went straight to the center of her blossom!
The unbearable emptiness was finally filled to overflowing and she: ah! s let out a long cry.
She was warm and slippery inside, and my cock was impenetrably wrapped around the walls of my vagina.
In order for her to fully experience the fullness of the sensation, I paused for a moment before starting to move, I withdrew slowly up to the opening of my vagina, and then entered quickly, gradually increasing in frequency and intensity, my pubic bone rapidly slamming against her pubic mound, emitting: pop! Pop! the sound of it.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth: oh my God! Oh my God! screamed, her hands building around my waist, her breasts quivering as I moved in and out quickly.
Suddenly, her whole body spasmed, her hands clutched me tightly, her cunt wrapped around my cock contracted one at a time, and a searing liquid poured over my glans…she reached her climax.
I almost almost lost my armor as well, and I quickly stood up and crossed my arms, my glans against her center of her flower for a moment.
I crouched down close to her body, my lips kissing her mouth as I stuck out my tongue and she wrapped her arms around my neck, sucking my tongue hard deeper into her mouth.
Slowly, her cunt stopped contracting and her body went limp as I kissed her and caressed her rising breasts with my hands while my lower body began to move again.
After her eruption just moments before, my cunt became warmer and more slippery as I moved in and out gently, savoring the comfort that mesmerized me.
Then I withdrew to the opening of my vagina and the glans rubbed shallowly against it, once, twice ……
By the time I counted to nine, she was itching for more, and I suddenly entered so deeply that she couldn’t help it: ah! gave a cry.
In the depths, I paused briefly and went back to the vaginal opening, eight shallow, seven shallow ……
She also became acquiescent, holding her breath whenever I was about to go deeper and lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.
After a few back and forths, she became aroused again and her cervix deep in her vagina began to harden again.
I was deep inside her, not withdrawing any further, my cock moving in a circular motion inside her, the glans circling and massaging the center of her flower.
I put my hands under her hips and rubbed her ass cheeks hard while my middle finger massaged her slippery perineum.
She happily enjoyed the teasing of the fullness inside her.
I stopped the grinding motion and spurred my horse on, beginning a fast and deep stroke as the room resounded again with the pop of our bodies hitting each other! Slap! Sound.
Her emotions were getting the better of her, her hair whipping from side to side as her head swayed, her mouth screaming obliviously, her body twisting like a snake.
My rhythm is getting faster and faster, my penis is getting harder and harder, my glans is getting hotter and hotter, and finally, with her hands deadlocked on me, her body arched again, and along with the contraction of her vaginal muscles, the mouth of her uterus spewed out hot streams once again ……
My glans went numb, and with great pleasure, a hot, thick spurt of semen poured out, one by one, on her flower center ……
By now, almost two years have passed.
Because of the relationship between my classmate and her husband’s affairs, we haven’t seen each other since that night, and we can only talk to each other on the Internet.
Not long after that, she and her son went to the United States and were busy with work and couldn’t get online much.
Occasionally, we contacted each other through the Internet, but I knew that the previous online fling, and that night of lingering, could only exist deep in the recesses of my memory.
I was thinking again: if only I met another confidante online ……