Whenever my wife and I have a falling out, I think of her very sweet smile and soft words that make you want to get horny. But we just stood there and kept the relationship going until after she broke up.
One day, out of the blue, she told me that she broke up. I was honestly happy in my heart, but I still comforted her a few times. She is very strong woman, her temper is not too good, several boyfriends have left her. But only I knew how good she was, she was very good at flirting and had a sweet, mesmerizing voice. I used to spend countless nights facing and wall, imagining her in my mind and spewing out my cum hard.
I felt that there was no need for me to hold back any longer and that it was time for me to strike.
It just so happened that my wife wasn’t there that day, and we were chatting on qq, and then she suddenly said she wanted me to call her. I then called and chatted with her for the first time, she began to be very calm, and then actually lost control of her emotions and cried. She said she had been drinking, she was very difficult, do not know the meaning of life, a large house she felt very lonely. My heart was pounding and I made a hard decision, I no longer cared about my family or if she was going to haunt me, all I knew was that I should let loose, I had repressed myself for too long.
I drove to her house, she opened the door, very lazy, but blushing, as delicate as ever. Estimated to be just after the bath, due to the city summer I was wearing a thin bathrobe, the outline of the nipple is very obvious. I was cocked up, quickly squatted down slightly, afraid that she saw my tent. I secretly scolded those who broke up with her, simply do not know how to enjoy, such a beautiful beauty, if it is me, I absolutely exhausted every day ah.
She invited me to sit down in the living room and then watched TV as if nothing was wrong. I sat on the couch with her and I told her that I didn’t have to take the day off and that I could finally open up. She started to get cold as usual, no longer blazing like she was on the phone earlier. But I know her, I know her personality. So I definitely don’t miss opportunities anymore.
I slowly approached her, softly comforted her, said everything will be fine, that kind of man split up is also fine. Her tears welled up again, but immediately turned her head stubbornly, saying I don’t care, I’m alone is not very good. When she was still trying to cover up, looking at her pearly face, I could no longer control myself, suddenly embraced her. She looked very surprised, seemed to be frozen for a moment, did not react at all.
I put my lips on her and kissed her hard. She resisted at first, pushing me with her hands in a deadly manner, screaming my name under her breath, saying what are you doing, don’t. Then she slowly started to respond to me. I pushed my tongue harder into her mouth and her breathing began to catch, her hands spread out to the sides, completely in lust. I could feel the hot breath coming out of her mouth, and with her panting in my ears, I desperately sucked in her flavorful juices, feeling my heart jumping out of my chest with excitement.
I knew I couldn’t stop or we both might regret it. So I pushed her onto the couch as soon as I could and rubbed her breasts hard with my hands, she let out a very pained yelp but that soft grunt with a nasal sound aroused my animalistic desires even more.
I had fantasized about her breasts countless times before, but on weekdays I could only feel their whiteness and softness through her low-necked dress. This time I decided to feast my eyes as well as my hands. I took one of my hands away from her neck, and with both hands together, as fast as I could, I plucked her blouse away.
I finally saw, what I wanted to see, what had appeared so many times in my dreams. Her skin was pale and her nipples were actually still bright red and proud of their size. I admired it for 10 seconds and swallowed hard. Her eyes were still closed, but her breathing was starting to slow. I knew I couldn’t stop, I had to get in there soon or it would be all over. I rose my hands up and began to play with her breasts.
Her snow-white, pink breasts were constantly changing shape in my palms, and I could feel my teeth clenching as if I were trying to claw her breasts apart. Her body kept pushing upwards, and with every force I used, she let out a soft cry, which in turn made me increase my force. After a while, her breasts were already red from my rubbing.
I stopped my frantic rubbing and laid my head on her chest, nibbling on her nipple with my mouth, one hand caressing the other breast, rubbing it gently. Her breath was coming in quick spurts and she was making “mmmmmm” noises through her nose. I knew it was all set.
I put my hand up her back and dragged her upper body up, making it possible for me to bury myself deeper into her cleavage. With my other hand, I began to tentatively work my way down to remove her yukata. She sensed my movement and touched it lightly with her hand, a slurred voice coming out of her mouth “Don’t, don’t ……”
I won’t hesitate any longer, my hands didn’t stop, and in one move I attacked and pushed her entire bathrobe to her feet. Probably feeling a coldness in her lower body, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and yelled “Don’t ……”
If it had been usual, I would have stopped. I was so conceited that I didn’t think I would force myself on any girl, nor did I need to. But as it turned out, this pedantry of mine made me waste a lot of opportunities and incurred the girl’s resentment. I know she is conflicted in her mind, but this time, I will make the decision for her.
Without even admiring what her honey hole looked like, I tentatively inserted my finger while gagging her with my lips. Her body shook dramatically and her hands pushed me gently, her mouth screaming no no no ah please. I knew I couldn’t stop. She was already wet down there, whimpering noises coming out of her mouth as both hands gradually loosened. I drew one finger in slowly and then used my thumb to grind her clit back and forth.
Her honey hole shuddered and a stream of lust had gushed out. I put my index and middle fingers together and slowly pushed in. She let out an ah from her mouth, making my blood swell even more. I slowly accelerated the thrusting of my fingers, while the grinding of my thumb gradually increased. Her moans gradually increased and her hands unconsciously cupped her breasts.
I felt the water from her honey hole continue to gush out as my finger was tightly wrapped around the tender flesh. With each thrust of my finger, her honey hole tightened again and again. I could feel myself flushing, my breathing quickened, and the rhythm of my hand became more frequent.
Her cries began to get louder and louder, her soft voice hitting my eardrums again and again, causing a burst of conquering pleasure to hit me. Suddenly, her body jerked up and she let out a long ah scream, a stream of tumbling lewd water rushed towards my fingers, she actually had an orgasm from my finger rape.
I looked at her perfect body in amazement, and a feeling of intense satisfaction made me almost dizzy. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman reach orgasm with my fingers, and it was such a superb beauty. I decided to take advantage of the situation, removed my pants, pulled out my already rising manhood, exhaled deeply, against her honey hole, rubbed it twice from side to side, and after finding the right position, my buttocks bowed, and drove straight in ……
It was a great feeling at the time. I’m not a virgin, and I’ve had plenty of women. But getting one that I masturbate to on a regular basis, the feeling was unparalleled. Her body bowed violently upward as I thrust in, and a long, low “ah……” escaped her lips. I don’t know what size her previous boyfriend was, but he obviously hadn’t reclaimed her enough. Her pussy was so hot, moist and tight that it made me so comfortable that I winced and almost surrendered right there.
I placed my manhood in her honey hole and fully felt her. I looked at her pretty face, her hair, her tits, lifted her white thighs high in the air and slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy, admiring the flap of flesh that my cock had brought out of her lower head and the shiny liquid on my cock. I looked at her and she looked at me, I whispered “I finally got you”, she closed her eyes and said yes, you finally fucked me.
I took a breath and said just taste me. Then thrust in hard. My thighs slammed into her ass with a popping sound while the shaft made tight contact with her honey hole. She cried out and clawed her hands into the flesh of my back.
I stopped pitying the woman I had been thinking about day and night, and instead of going nine deep, I started thrusting hard, each time going deeper into her womb. I lifted her legs to the limit, I could even see her asshole. I just thrust hard, with no rhythm or technique. Each of my thrusts was rewarded with a moan from her that was enough to turn a man’s head. So I clenched my teeth and tightened my belly, my ass shaking dramatically as I began round after round of hard thrusts.
She ahhed and screamed at first, but then her eyes closed tightly and her hands clawed in the air. Seeing her overcome by me, I increased my own pace even more. Feeling a spasm in my lower abdomen, I jerked to a stop and rolled her on top of me. Her eyes were already misty and her upper body collapsed on top of mine, so it seemed impossible to keep her moving anymore.
So, with my hands on her ribs, I slammed my hips upward and began a second round of thrusts. This position saved me a lot of effort, but the pace was faster. With chirping fuck sounds, she stiffened one body at a time.
I don’t know why I am so powerful, bursting to fuck twenty minutes later actually did not ejaculate. She gritted her teeth and said fiercely, You fucking want to fuck me to death, have the guts to fuck me to death. I guess the previous erection was too long, but instead over the excitement period, so the endurance is particularly long.
I laid her, almost limp, on the couch and lifted one of her legs high as I clamped both of my legs around her ass and thrust deeply once again. Her hole seemed tighter because it was thrusting sideways. I guess she hadn’t been in this position with her boyfriend before and was a little uncomfortable. As I thrust in, she yelled out, gently. I could feel my manhood getting aroused and I knew I couldn’t take her tightness anymore.
I clutched one of her snow-white legs with both hands, and the frequency of my hips thrusting forward began to accelerate wildly. She couldn’t care less about repressing it, and opened her mouth to moan loudly, interspersed with curses. I pumped and checked a few dozen times before I finally couldn’t hold back and poured all my heat into her honey hole ……
She and I both collapsed on the sofa in exhaustion. Her mouth kept muttering, you put huh dead, fucked to death …… I actually felt an inexplicable loss, the woman of my dreams, I finally got it, but what is there? What can I give her, can relieve her pain?
I slowly stood up, feeling dizzy, and I had lost all interest in looking at the snow-white body in front of me, and the honey hole that was gradually leaking white foam downward.
Is this not the sadness of men and the helplessness of women.
I didn’t know what I was facing next, but I knew I would, at least, stop thinking of her as an object of sexual fantasy.
She also slowly sat up and waved her hand at me, you go, go ……