Before I slept with Lynn, I was just a man, after I slept with Lynn, I became a real man. That’s why I’m obsessed with Lynn.
I met Lynn at a party. She was in her thirties, very pretty, with a thin waist and ample breasts, and had a sexy and attractive body. It can be said that Lynn is the kind of woman that makes a man fantasize a lot as soon as he sees her. I am certainly no exception, she deeply attracted my eyes. We also seem to be very destiny, when we parted ways, I actually had the feeling of fondness, from her eyes, I can detect that she and I have the same feeling.
I am a horny man – nowadays men seem to be mostly so, I have a strong desire to possess beautiful women – I believe that many men have such a desire. I chase women – now fashionable words called “pick up girls” – there is a kind of perseverance spirit, many men do not have such a quality, most of them have a thief heart but not a thief courage, I have a thief heart but also have a thief courage. I have the heart of a thief but also the guts of a thief.
Modern communication tools have brought people closer together, so close that there is almost no distance. A phone call, a few greetings and we were dating. All adults, who in their hearts know what we all have to do together, on the second date, she sipped her coffee and absently gave me some hints, she told me that this week end her husband was going back home and she didn’t want to go. Of course I understood the implications of that statement or I was out of my mind.
On weekends, the sky is drizzling, and the street lamps hanging from the lamp posts emit a silvery glow as they look coldly at the world.
I love days with rain, it creates a romantic atmosphere for lovers. After dinner, we snuggled under our umbrellas and strolled through the drizzling rain.
Soon we came to a building and I told her this was the house I used to live in. Lynn smiled and asked me why I was here and I said I don’t know, maybe Eros led us here. Lynn asked me again can you be sure that I will just give you the upstairs? I looked at her smiling face and without any further hesitation, I put away my umbrella and smoothly picked her up, I said to her : Yes, tonight you are mine. She did not struggle, with her arms around my neck, in my ear pouting said: Hello arbitrary.
Very true, women are meant to be conquered by men, I understand that.
On the third floor I stopped. Lynn was clinging to my neck and had no intention of coming down. I opened the door with great difficulty, pretending to hate her and said let’s see how I can clean you up in the house. She nourishing waves of laughter said yes, as long as you have this ability.
I’ve lived here for almost ten years. When I moved to my new home, things here barely moved. When I entered the house, I didn’t turn on the light and carried her straight to the bedroom.
It’s still drizzling outside, like tears. With intense heartbeats, we started kissing in the night. A very long kiss, like there was a century. Lips tightly melted together, two tongues couldn’t wait to explore each other, then tightly entwined, gulping, long unwilling to part. At the same time my hands did not rest, gently caressing her breasts. The feel of it told me that there was something I loved inside the thin garment. As expected, when I put my hand inside her shirt, a pair of plump breasts ringed my hand.
Although still separated from the bra, but can feel her bra without sponge padding. I did not go to unlock it, it is not in a hurry – sex is not simply a few minutes of physical venting, it is a process, the process of mind-melding, know how to sex will be wholeheartedly into it, slowly to enjoy, savor the pleasure brought by this process.
I didn’t stop kissing for a moment. I could feel her body trembling.
Finally, in a gasping moan, she let out a cry: Want me, want me. At this moment, she truly belonged to me. Her heart, her body, she wanted me to take her.
I turned on the lamp on the bed, and in a flash, the entire room was enveloped in a hazy pink hue, adding a bit of ambiguity and romantic atmosphere.
One by one the twisted buttons were undone, and I kissed every inch of the gradually exposed skin, smooth and luscious, glowing in the dim light in a way that made my heart beat. Suddenly, Lynn grabbed my hand – I was going to undo the twisted buttons on her dress. It’s a natural instinct for women to be shy, and I stopped and continued kissing her.
After a moment, her hands relaxed and she moaned and gasped.
The bra was opened and a pair of fat, white, massive breasts popped out, cherry nipples twitching as my blood raced through my veins. I couldn’t wait to grab them, playing and rubbing them in my hands.
The last piece of clothing faded down, she was naked in front of me. This is a wonderful plump mature carcass, floating with a plausible scent, like a natural beauty, white smooth skin, beautiful delicate curves, rich and rounded buttocks, a thousand charming, soul-stirring, all exudes a fascinating sexy and seductive.
I lowered my head and opened my mouth to suck on her bright red nipple. Both hands roamed between her waist and hips, her waist was thin and soft, the curve of her waist smoothly and naturally snaked to her rounded hips, her buttocks were beautifully shaped, plump but not bloated, soft and supple.
Lynn moaned softly. Hands began to slowly stroke my head, like a mother gently caressing her child.
I took the other breast in my mouth, one hand rubbing the tender, tantalizing nipple on the breast I had just caressed. And the other hand began to slide downward, right into the thick, wet patch of fragrant grass. The black pubic hair was velvety and silky, like an orchid in an empty valley, with a touch of mystery and clarity. Stopped for a moment, my hand under the jojoba into the valley, began the search for the ghost – however, I found that the hand was tightly clamped.
It was the woman’s last struggle, and I knew exactly what to do at this point. I quickly removed the clothes from my body, and then swept her into my arms – another long, passionate, fiery kiss – while my other hand wandered between her plump, rounded legs.
Lynn’s beautiful eyes were closed, mesmerized by my deep caresses. Her snow-white, delicate flesh rose and dissolved in wave after wave of my caresses.
The closed legs were slowly opening up to me. My hand touched the depths of the valley, which was already in full bloom. I stroked her, kneading the labia, teasing the clitoris, and then I pushed my fingers into the depths.
Like a snake, Lynn’s whole body began to wriggle, occasionally arching and bucking her plump ass to meet my fingers.
My mouth left her lips and kissed its way downward, the snowy neck, the plump peaks of her breasts, the smooth belly, the lush pubic hair, and finally to my destination. It was a wonderful, wonderful place, tender, silky, warm, endearing, mesmerizing. And even more wonderful was a faint wafting scent from the depths of that bush – I had seemed to kiss her when I opened her body, only now did I realize that the scent had originally wafted from here.
I knew it was the scent of a special perfume, flirty, cool and fragrant – Lynn had gone to a lot of trouble for this date, and it touched me. My tongue began to roam around her and up her thighs, and both hands caressed her white, fat ass. My tongue traced the two into thick pussy lips and stopped in front of her clit. Her clitoris was prominent, an indication of her high sex drive. I tweaked the fresh clit with the tip of my tongue and I felt Lynn’s body shudder and a soft moan escaped her lips. I leaned my face down and nipped her gently with my teeth, then shuddered slightly.
Lynn was desperately trying to endure the soul-crushing passion, her cheeks flushed, her eyes misty, her upper body writhing and writhing, her full, lovely breasts heaving and jumping. “Ah no no, don’t do that,” she cried.
My hand felt a stream of fluid flow from the depths of the pylorus. My lips took in my clit, the tip of my tongue slowly flicking it, while one finger went deeper into the valley of the pussy, snapping at the bright red flesh of the two walls.
The tongue and fingers were speeding up at the same time.
“Ah… ah… no…” came Lynn’s strangled moan. Her body was arching upward, her hips writhing. “Ah–please, soon I– come and take me,” she begged.
My body was also rushing. There was a rush of heat that went down from my body true, through my dantian, through my veins, and ran toward my crotch between my legs.
My body bent down. Beneath me was my prey – a snow-white carcass like sheep’s fat, the peaks of her breasts, her thin waist, her plump buttocks squirming as she gasped, her two snow-white thighs spread apart – she was waiting, very obediently waiting, waiting for me to enjoy it, waiting for me to possess.
I thrust forward and then, I surged in. Immediately I was surrounded by a warmth and softness, and the ensuing pleasure spread from my lower body to my entire body, causing me to feel an overwhelming sense of relief and pleasure.
I began to twitch. It was warm inside, soft and slippery like a ripe peach.
“Ah… no… fuck me now*” she cried out liberally as she threw her arms wildly around me.
I was a bit shocked. It’s amazing how dirty words can come out of the mouth of such a beautiful and dignified woman. However, her cries made me even more passionate.
I jerked, speeding up incrementally.
“Ah… fuck me… I’m going to die,” she screamed.
My blood was rushing, my veins were surging, and I was drowning in this endless lust.
“Ah… so good…” she kept screaming.
“Ah… ah…” I gritted my teeth.
We moved, oblivious to everything.
Time seemed to stop flowing for a moment. I exploded.
“Ah…” I screamed at the top of my lungs. A wave of indescribable pleasure came over me and raced through every nerve in my body.
Almost at the same time, her head shook from side to side, and a scream escaped her lips: “Ah… no… I’m going to die…” Her sharp, red fingernails imprinted deeply on my back.
Finally, it stopped.
I crouched over her, eyes closed kozo, my face pressed against her soft breasts, savoring the pleasure of the exhilarating thrill.
She ruffled my hair very gently. She inserted her fingers between my hairs and slowly entwined my hair around her fingers.
“Are you okay,” she asked me softly.
“Good, and you?” I replied.
“Well,” she asked again, “do you think I’m a bad woman.”
“No, you’re a good woman.” I said.
“Well,” she said, hugging me tightly, “you have to treat me well from now on, okay?”
“Yes, I will love you well.”
It was still raining． That night, we made love all the time．