She was my first love, six years younger than me, and believed in pure love. She was six years younger than me and believed in pure love, but I was easily pulled into her arms by another girl in my relationship with her.
Six years ago, after I broke up with my girlfriend, I contacted her again and she said something that made me feel guilty for the rest of my life: “Can you feel the pain and helplessness I felt when I knew you had a girlfriend?”
Five years ago, we kept in touch, and I was convinced that I could touch her heart with sincerity. One day, I got the news of her wedding, and it was a bolt from the blue, and I finally felt her pain.
Four years ago, I got a picture of her holding her baby in her arms, smiling so happily and sweetly. I wished her all the best.
Three years ago, I got married to a beautiful and virtuous wife. When she found out, she gave me her blessing as well.
Two years ago, she asked me about a divorce? I thought she was helping a friend, detailing her answers and planning for her.
A year ago, she told me that she was divorced and I learned about her unhappy marriage.
A day ago, I received an email from her, in which she said: “I know you must not be available for phone calls, so I’m just telling you here, tomorrow I’m going to Beijing to make a connecting flight, I want to see you, I don’t know …. I don’t know if I have the time.” I replied: “You come, I want to see you. I replied: “If you come, there will be one. Let me know the exact time, let’s meet somewhere”. Soon I received her reply: “2:00 pm, Airport International Hotel 0328”. I replied: “Roger, see you tomorrow”.
I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Chen, I’m going out this afternoon. Just tell them I’ll be in court”.
“Okay Director”.
13:30, parked at the hotel, I did not rush up, but in the car to calm my mind. After eight years of not even holding hands, our love is pure as a platonic love. Last year, after her divorce, I saw her once, but only in a coffee shop, watching her silently weeping. But this time in the hotel such an ambiguous place ….. The heart inevitably ripples. In any case, the woman I’m about to meet can make my heart move to the point of pain, she is the knot of my life forever.
At 14:00, she opened the door, I stood outside the door as promised.
She was wearing a white linen dress today, her slightly damp hair tied back, and no trace of disorder on her forehead. Time seemed to have failed to leave a trace on her face, which was no longer young, but still beautiful. She didn’t make a sound, and lightly returned. I closed the door and followed her into the room. One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, stood still, and turned back just as lightly.
Still pink cheeks, still clear eyes, but this time with pearly blossoms, cutting deep feelings. I no longer resisted, walked up to her and held her tightly in my arms, feeling her soft body and the heartbeat of the ten-year delay. We held each other like this, silent and breathless, speechless and speechless.
It was only when her front chest was soaked with her tears that I let go of one hand and picked up her head buried in my chest. With the slight tremor of her body, the blush of her cheeks, and the look in her eyes, it was clear to me that underneath the dress was her naked ketone body. The former goddess became a naked lamb in my arms, and the passion I had suppressed for ten years burst forth in an instant. The unbridled testosterone flooding caused her pussy to swell dramatically. Her breathing became increasingly rapid.
She didn’t hide from my already hard pussy, and my hands stayed on her soft hips, I was still holding her, and she was still looking at me.
“Do you want to be a sister, or a lover?”
She began to avoid my eyes, grabbing my arms with both hands, trying to get back into my arms again. I held her face in my hands and made her look into my eyes.
“I don’t want to be just a sister this time,” she finally whispered.
Our tongues mingled as I pressed the tip of my tongue against her teeth. She didn’t resist and put her hands behind her back on my shoulders. I also dragged the back of her neck while my other hand moved over her body, from her armpits to her breasts, to her waist and fat ass, then back to her back, her body squirming to meet my touch until I reached the zipper, and then …….
The moment her skirt slipped, she broke away from my lips and unconsciously withdrew her arms in front of her breasts. I didn’t give her another chance to escape, I just grabbed her arms and stretched them upwards over her head and held them with one hand.
As I held her hands, she closed her eyes, and I licked her ears with my tongue while squeezing her nipples between my index and middle fingers. I began to tease her clitoris, and as she squirmed and moaned, I moved from one to three fingers.
When my hands were full of love juice, I grabbed her breasts again and smeared my love juice on them, making them feel slippery. I let go of her hands and lowered myself down to suck on the fluid-filled nipples, and she moaned in ecstasy as I eagerly picked her up and laid her flat on the bed. As she watched, I took off my blouse and unbuckled my belt, allowing my prick to break free and stretch out in the air. We finally met each other naked.
Her reaction seemed to be that of a different person. Instead of squirming and holding back, she crawled off the bed and took my love-secreting glans in her mouth. She looked at my glasses full of surprise as she swallowed. What I saw in her gaze was a woman in a wildly indulgent state of lust. I began to try to hold her head in my hands, controlling her rhythm, watching the cock pulsing in her mouth, letting it suck and wrap, saliva and love juices flowing together, the beauty of which was indescribable. Maybe I was too excited, the ejaculation came so fast, I busy lifting her head, using my tongue to lick the corners of her mouth out of the body fluids, kissing her while pressing her under the body, legs apart, and then, hands from her armpits reached under her head, buckle on the head, waist tightening, cock along its perineum pounding hole. The moment it was inserted, she raised her back and moaned loudly. I held her tightly with my arm behind her head and pushed down to match the upward thrusts of the cock at the waist. I made sure that I got to the deepest part of the shaft each time, and each time I pulled out, it was close enough to leave the body. I could even feel my hard penis riding on her slippery pussy, and her gush of saliva flowing out of my hard penis, which was very well lubricated.
I took my arm away from her head, supported myself with a thrust and stayed back in my pussy, and looked at the woman whose hair was in disarray as I fucked her.
“What kind of power makes a woman who is an emotional fetishist become so slutty?” I wondered, “What has she been through in the time since her divorce? She is still the same person ……” But thoughts quickly drowned in the pleasure of carnal desire, facing the former goddess, some moment just want to possess her completely, even ravage her!
She saw me stop and stare at her, and instead of avoiding my gaze, she reached out and put her arms around my neck, also looking at me and said, “You’re such a man.
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And I leaned over to her ear, “When did you become so ……”.
“Slutty, eh?” She cupped my face in her hands. “Would you like me like that?”
Her question was so touching that I didn’t know how to answer. But in the meantime, her brows and lips, her eyes filled with sorrow, and her look once again aroused my animal lust. After the pause, I pushed her back on the bed and put my hands on her shoulders, jamming them against her body. I pulled out my cock and continued to fuck her with great span: “If I knew you were such a slut, I should have pushed you on the bed and fucked you first.”
“Mmm~~~ah~, fuck me…mmm…fuck me …… ah…ah…”
I watched her screams get louder and louder, so I had to use one arm, still leaning on her shoulder to avoid moving her body upward as I fucked her hard, to hold her chin in one hand and kiss her. While kissing, I rubbed her tits with my hands and fucked her hard while rubbing her tits, a position that was honestly difficult to maintain. I stood up again and asked her as I fucked her, “How many men have you let fuck you now that you’re so slutty?”
“I haven’t done it for a long time, you…how can you…ask that…” she replied as she moaned.
Knowing that I was lost for words, I went on, “Then I’ll make you do it again today!” As I said, I lifted her legs at 90 degrees and carried them on my shoulders, wrapped my arms around the roots of her thighs and continued to fiercely fuck, because this position does not go much deeper, but the rhythm is fast and can stimulate the clitoris, and the skin contact area is large, the dry up popping sound, not long, with her urgent moaning under the body a hot, really squirting. I was also too excited, I knew that it was hard to get it, so I put her legs down, again with my elbows on her shoulders, and my hands on her head, and finally, in her almost shrieking cries and my roar, I spurted out hot semen.
I fell on top of her so hard that I could still feel her vagina contracting with my cock inside her. She shuddered and held me tight, we were both tired.
For a long time…, she lifted my head and looked at me deeply, and I turned on my side and tried to pull out my cock, which was no longer stiff. But she held me again and said, “Stay inside for a while, okay?”. I got up.
I stood up. I smiled at the woman under me and said, “I haven’t fed you enough.
She said thoughtfully, “You’ll be back with your wife soon.
Hearing this, my heart inevitably sank, yes, this is cheating. How am I going to face these two women in the future?
She seemed to see what was on my mind, and said seriously: “After so many years, I know you have me in your heart and can’t let me go. I can’t let go of me. What about me? I admit that I tried to forget you, but I couldn’t. I’m a divorced woman now, but don’t worry, I won’t break up your family. Now I am a divorced woman, but don’t worry, I won’t destroy your family. I have bought a house near your firm, and I will have my own life, but you will be the only man in my life from now on.
These words sobered me up a lot, too. I don’t know what happened to her to make her like this. But I believe her.
“The only man in your life?” I asked her, “Don’t you get married anymore?
“Marriage?” She sighed, “Marriage no longer means anything to me, but don’t worry, I won’t earn a name with your wife.”
“Don’t want a name? That said, who knows what will happen after that?” I asked myself mentally, subconsciously turning my head to the side to avoid her view, but found that there was another suite in the room, with the door ajar.
“There’s another suite here,” I tried to change the subject.
“Oh…, it’s almost 5 o’clock. Don’t you have to go home today?” She also seemed to be changing the subject. She pushed me away as she spoke.
When I heard the word “home”, my body was invigorated, “I really have to go back.
I got up and pulled out my penis. She also got up and said with a smile on her face, “Let me serve you a bath. As she said that, she picked up my clothes and pushed me to the bathroom.
Because of the time constraint, we rushed to the bathroom and embraced under the shower.
On the way out, she gave me a card. She mysteriously told me to tear it off after remembering it, and that the code of the electronic lock was your birthday. Your new life is coming!