"President Harry, now that your little girlfriend has left, can you stop pretending?" Samuel smiled as he stepped forward, grabbing Harry and raising his glass.
"Co, this one’s for you. You’re a friend I’ve decided to make!"
Harry still couldn’t tell whether Samuel genuinely wanted to be friends or had ulterior motives.
But Samuel wasn’t pursuing the matter with Nancy and was even willing to reconcile. That was definitely better than having him as an enemy.
It’s better to resolve grievances than to create them. Having one more friend is always better than having one more enemy. Thinking this, Harry raised his glass and downed the red wine in one gulp.
"The rest of you, get out too!" Samuel waved at the other two at the table, signaling for them to leave.
Samuel’s secretary and the man who had been slapped earlier imdiately stood up and respectfully exited.
Once the two had left, Samuel suddenly pulled Harry closer again, pointing at the awkwardly seated woman and asking seriously, "Listen, Harry, tell straight—what’s wrong with my taste?"
"Since you asked, I’ll break it down for you!" Harry looked at the embarrassed woman and said earnestly while stroking his chin, "I’ve noticed that the won you like are all tall and skinny, and they’re usually quite young. That’s the first problem. It’s obvious you don’t know how to have real fun, you’ve never experienced the good stuff!"
Harry had just analyzed Samuel’s preferences in won. Samuel’s girlfriends were mostly influencers or young models, and they all shared a very clear trait: they looked pure and sexy, with slender, tall figures. He’d hardly ever seen Samuel go for won with big breasts and curvy hips.
Talking to soone like Samuel about influencers, female celebrities, or so-called goddesses would be like teaching a fish to swim.
But there were definitely things Samuel hadn’t tried, things he wouldn’t dare to casually experint with.
Today, Harry would use his own strengths to exploit Samuel’s weaknesses, giving him a taste of sothing new! He’d talk about things Samuel had never experienced but would definitely find interesting!
"How so?" Samuel imdiately perked up, excitedly pressing for details.
"Look at this woman—tall and skinny, her figure looks great in clothes, right? Almost anything she wears looks good on her, doesn’t it?" Harry gestured animatedly, his enthusiasm for the topic growing as he explained to Samuel:
"But here’s the thing—won like this don’t have much at on them. They’re as thin as a stick, and when you’re fucking them, it’s not that satisfying at all! These won look good dressed up, but once they’re naked, there’s no appeal!
And another thing—these won will act all eager and slutty to please you, but the truth is, they’re not actually that horny. They’re just faking it to make you happy. There’s a world of difference between fake sluttiness and the real thing!
Just take the wetness, for example. I can guarantee that when you fuck these won, they’ll moan and scream like they’re loving it, but they won’t be that wet, and they definitely won’t squirt or have intense orgasms.
But a woman who genuinely loves you and craves your body? Just a few touches and she’ll be dripping wet, so fucking slutty you won’t believe it!
Am I right or what?"
"Fuck, you’re absolutely right! That’s exactly how it is! So what kind of woman is truly slutty? How do you make... make a woman really slutty?"
Samuel listened intently, rubbing his hands together with great interest as he eagerly asked for more.
"Definitely not the kind you buy with money! And definitely not these skinny, flat-chested, pure-looking young girls!"
Harry wagged his finger mysteriously, boasting, "In my opinion, the sluttiest ones are married won in their thirties, especially those with big tits and round asses!! The kind who’ve had kids!"
"These won—big tits, plump asses—might look a bit chubby in clothes, not as sleek as your stick-thin types. But once they’re naked, these voluptuous, slightly plump housewives are the ones who really deliver!
Just imagine—those huge, soft tits, so white your fingers sink into them, pressing against your face until they smother you. Slap that big ass and watch it jiggle, then fuck it from behind—the feeling is absolutely incredible!!
And the fact that she’s soone else’s wife? That makes it even more thrilling! Think about it—another man’s woman, moaning beneath you, submitting to you. How fucking satisfying is that? How fucking exciting?
And these housewives, at this age, if their husbands aren’t satisfying them or are too busy to pay attention, they’re desperate for it. Once you seduce them into bed, they’ll be so fucking slutty, so wet it’s like a fountain gushing out!"
"That pussy, fleshy yet moist and warm, felt so much more comfortable than those skinny little girls!! Especially the kind with a sense of sha, half resisting and half yielding, that’s even more exciting!!"
Harry got more and more worked up as he spoke, his words becoming increasingly stimulating, until even his penis hardened from talking about it.
Thinking of this, Harry was reminded of that slutty married woman, Sally! It had been a while since he last contacted her—he wondered how that little slut was doing now!
"Gulp~?~" Samuel listened with great interest, his face flushed and his heartbeat accelerating. He had played with plenty of won, mostly influencers, models, and young starlets, but the kind of mature married woman Harry described was sothing he had never experienced before!!
With Harry’s vivid description, Samuel imdiately conjured up that image in his mind, feeling even more eager and unbearably aroused!
However, hearing his girlfriend being called a "skinny little girl" by Harry made Samuel sowhat indignant!
"Damn it, brother, my woman’s tits aren’t bad either!" Samuel suddenly pointed at the woman and commanded her in a domineering tone, "Take off your clothes! Let Harry see your tits!!"
"You..." The woman opened her mouth in sha, gritted her teeth, and finally pulled off her camisole, exposing her pale, tender breasts to Harry’s gaze.
Her tits were fair and supple, round and perky, with pointed nipples—a classic pear-shaped pair.
"These tits are probably a B-cup, and pear-shaped at that. They’re too small to feel good, and not soft enough. Tits like these might look nice, but they’re useless for touching! Just imagine, D-cup big white tits, soft, round, and jiggly, the flesh wobbling as they slap against your face, soft, fleshy, warm... After fucking, you can sleep with them as a pillow, rubbing and fondling them... Tsk tsk, that’s the real deal! That’s what I call big!!"
Harry reached out and fondled the woman’s breasts a couple of tis, lightly flicking her nipples, acting sowhat disdainful. But in reality, Harry was quite interested in her.
The woman’s skin was snow-white and delicate, and she was quite pretty. More importantly, her breasts were indeed more aesthetically pleasing than those oversized ones.
Bigger breasts tended to sag, and without support, they looked flabby and unappealing when naked.
"Mmm!~?~ Hng~~~?" With just a few skillful touches from Harry, the woman imdiately let out a shaful moan, her face flushing red with embarrassnt.
Having her breasts played with so casually by a strange man in front of her boyfriend, even though it wasn’t the first ti, still filled her with humiliation.
Her boyfriend Samuel’s strange fetish made her feel utterly perverted. But her secrets were firmly in Samuel’s grasp, and even if she wanted to escape him now, to give up her lavish material life and return to her forr peaceful existence, it was already impossible.
Recalling how she had once sought out Samuel for money and fa, willingly offering her body to beco his plaything, the woman was filled with regret.
With Samuel, she had gained material luxury, but she had lost all spiritual happiness, sinking into endless darkness, becoming a plaything for the powerful, living a life worse than a bitch’s! Beneath her glamorous exterior, her heart was already scarred and filthy!
"Holy shit! You’ve got all fired up! I’ve never fucked a married woman in her 30s! Harry, have you had a lot of them? Don’t you think they’re too old??"
Samuel looked at Harry eagerly, clearly already drawn into his descriptions.
"Of course! Samuel, let tell you, I’ve played with all kinds of won, but after enough experience, you realize that married won around 30 are the real gems! Especially the thrill of seducing them into cheating—tsk tsk, the whole process is indescribably amazing! You’re too rich and too famous—you’ll never understand the beauty of it!"
Harry clicked his tongue regretfully, his face lighting up with an expression of ecstasy, making Samuel itch with desire, wishing he could fuck a married woman right then and there!
"Yeah, you’re so right! Because I’m too rich and too famous, there’s so much fun I can’t have! Unlike you, who can do whatever you want! So many people envy for being the son of the richest man, but I fucking think guys like you have it the best!"
Samuel’s face twisted in frustration, his tone resentful as Harry’s words stoked his discontent.
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