She was 32, and I was 28. We met at an ice cream parlour, and the way she licked the ice cream was incredibly arousing.

Afterward, we went for a walk on the beach, holding hands. It felt like a dream come true—knowing I was about to be with a stunning woman, with skin as smooth as butter and a soft, irresistible allure.

I dropped her off at her home and was halfway back to mine when, out of the blue, I received a call from her. She said, "I'm alone at home. Would you like to come and keep me company?"

I rushed to her place within ten minutes, carrying a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates and a bouquet of flowers.

When she opened the door, she was wearing tracks and a T-shirt, fully covered. But as soon as I stepped in and closed the door, I turned around to find her standing there in sizzling red lingerie, her 32DD figure and hourglass waist making my heart race.

She kneeled down, locking her eyes with mine, and extended her tongue before licking my cock . She worked her way under, caressing and pleasing me, finally swallowing deeply.

That marked the beginning of an unforgettable week—seven days of exploring sex every possible position and fulfilling every fantasy I could imagine.