You are the woman I love most in this life.

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"Honey, it'll be eight in ten minutes. I can't talk to you anymore, I have to go downstairs to work. You should hurry to the cafeteria for lunch too!" "Okay, honey! Wear more layers too, *kiss*." I hung up the phone, took off my earphone, stretched on the bed in the break room of my office, and drew back the curtains. It was a bright, early winter morning in the north. Yesterday's snow had draped this small northern town in a white wedding gown. The outside temperature was already twenty degrees below freezing, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Compared to the biting cold outside, the indoor temperature felt warm and cozy. Gazing at the condensation on the windowpane, forming various shapes of ice flowers, my thoughts drifted far away, recalling the scene of our first meeting with the woman who had just spoken to me on the phone. (For context, actually she...) She's not my wife; I met her online around this time last year. I'll call her Wanting for now, a name that evokes the image of a graceful and elegant woman, and she certainly lives up to it.

I sat down at my desk, turned on my computer, and decided to write down this belated love story, the story of the woman I love most in this life, and dedicate it to my friends on this online forum I've frequented for eight years.

Let me first introduce myself. I was born in a small village in Liaoyuan City. After graduating from university, I passed the exam for the Industry and Commerce Bureau. I currently live in Liaoyuan City. Please be gentle with your writing, and do not disrespect Wanting. Please refrain from making any personal attacks or inappropriate comments. He's 38 years old, 1.72 meters tall, and weighs 50 kilograms. He's in good physical condition, giving off a robust and strong impression, which is partly due to his love of sports. As for looks, he's the pleasingly average-looking type, easily ranking 80 or 90 out of 100 among his peers (this isn't self-praise, but rather what Wan Ting said, and it's true). Regarding his romantic history, before marriage, he dated a classmate for five years, from high school until university graduation, ending before graduation. This relationship hurt him deeply and haunted him for many years, until he finally remarried 5 or 6 years later. I've moved on from this relationship. I met my wife through an introduction when I was 28. Our married life was uneventful, devoid of love or hate. Six years into our marriage, I had my first affair. We met in real life, maintained the relationship for two years, and then it faded away. She also left Liaoyuan. It was a case of mutual comfort for those feeling empty inside. Later, I met another woman through a combination of real-life and online connections. Because of her mysterious past and unfaithful nature, our relationship ended swiftly after two months – a thrilling, passionate affair. Although I'm not very romantic and have low emotional intelligence, I'm a man who values relationships. I dislike women in brothels and don't support deceitful, one-night stands. Personal preferences differ, so please don't criticize.

One autumn day in 2011, while having dinner with some friends, a government official of my age, came over. This man always liked to boast about his womanizing experiences. After a few drinks, he told us about his experiences with a woman he'd known online for a while, dating back three to five months. She worked as a sales assistant in a shopping mall, her husband worked out of town and was often away from home, so she was lonely and unmarried. He claimed she had a fantastic figure, was very beautiful, and was in her early thirties. He described the positions they used in bed, saying they were heavenly, especially the doggy style, which he said was even more wonderful. Hearing him tell this once was one thing, but for a while afterward, every time we met for dinner, he would mention his dates with this woman in his boasting about his womanizing, and even more... Other friends who had seen this woman when he took her out corroborated this (don't misunderstand, it wasn't anything like a hardcore threesome; the other friends also brought their own female companions, it was just eating, singing, and then everyone went to their own hotels). They said this woman was indeed an exceptionally beautiful young married woman. Hearing this made me very curious, but I didn't want to ask too many questions, so I just secretly noted down her online name.

At work, I only had an hour or two to work on in the morning, after which I had more free time. So I went on QQ, and since I had nothing else to do, I decided to satisfy my curiosity and search for this young married woman's online name. Even though I set the location to Siping, there were still hundreds or thousands of people with that name. I used a method of adding all suspected individuals and then eliminating those whose information didn't match my description. The search, the process of which I won't go into detail about, involved over a month of arduous effort, ultimately yielding no results. Just as I was about to give up, one evening, I noticed one of the last remaining potential matches came online. I struck up a conversation on QQ, and she seemed quite honest. I then purposefully began verifying her profile using various characteristics. There were some similarities, but also some differences. Later, I thought: even if I actually found my friend's confidante, it wouldn't really matter; I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity. This woman seemed alright, and having a compatible online friend to occasionally fill some free time wasn't bad. So, I let it go and deleted the other online friends with the same name, whose identities I hadn't yet verified.

Over the next month or so, through occasional chats, we gradually became familiar, and she eventually became the female protagonist of my story—Wan Ting. Thirty-two years old, from Siping, 1.6 meters tall, weighing 90 kilograms. Divorced due to her ex-husband's lack of responsibility and marital discord, she now lives alone and works as a sales assistant in a shopping mall. Driven by curiosity, we gradually drifted into the topic of sex (I believe many readers share this interest), and I pressed for details based on my own preferences. Initially, Wanting was shy and evasive, but I persisted, and she gradually learned that when she was twenty, she went to Shenyang to stay with relatives and worked in a beauty salon. She met a local boyfriend, and shortly after, he deceived her into giving up her virginity. (They were at his house; he claimed he was too pent up, so he took off her pants and rubbed his penis against her genitals to relieve his urges, and then that guy broke her hymen! That damned liar!) (Hey, haha!) Meanwhile, a successful man in his late thirties, who owned a company, accompanied his wife to her beauty salon. He was captivated by her youthful beauty and bribed one of Wan Ting's close friends at the salon. This greedy and unscrupulous friend tricked Wan Ting into going on a trip to the countryside with the man. The friend then made an excuse to leave, leaving only the innocent and beautiful Wan Ting behind.

Based on my conversation with Wan Ting, I have transcribed the content into text to recreate the scene for your imagination.

The successful man later drove Wan Ting to a secluded spot in the suburbs. In the car, he coerced and lured her into the back seat of an SUV, tearing off her thin denim shorts, which she wore in the summer heat, and then forced her to push, scratch, and claw at him. (The successful man's arm...) Despite her cries and pleas for mercy (she was scratched in several places), he ignored her and thrust his thick, upward-curving penis into Wan Ting's still-dry vagina, forcibly taking her. This successful man, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters and with countless women under his belt, was at the peak of his sexual prowess at forty. He was experienced and skilled in various techniques. After penetrating her fully, he pinned Wan Ting down, kissing her cherry-like lips and forcefully pushing his tongue into her mouth. Wan Ting resisted fiercely, clenching her teeth. The successful man then shifted his focus, pushing up Wan Ting's tight t-shirt and lace-trimmed black bra, revealing her round, firm breasts—white, erect, and radiant with a captivating glow. The areolas were pale, and the nipples, swollen from tension or stimulation, were already... The successful man, his erection firm, gently grasped or brushed against her nipples. The loss of her breasts caused Wan Ting to scream. Taking advantage of this, the successful man quickly slipped his tongue into her mouth, sucking and swirling, searching for her tongue tip. A series of stimulations caused Wan Ting's vagina to flow with lubrication. Sensing this, the successful man kneaded her breasts with one hand, supported himself on the seat with the other, and began to slowly thrust in and out. By this time, Wan Ting had no strength left; the previous struggles had left her drenched in sweat, and now she could only pant heavily. Although Wan Ting had been with her boyfriend three or five times before (she couldn't quite remember exactly how many times with her first boyfriend), what excitement could a young, inexperienced man and a naive woman experiencing such things have? Each time it only lasted three to five minutes. It ended hastily. But Wan Ting was now facing a man with extensive sexual experience. After a hundred gentle thrusts, the successful man noticed Wan Ting's flushed face and her disheveled hair scattered on the leather seat, arousing a beastly desire he had never felt before. He began to thrust wildly with his thick, curved penis, each stroke penetrating deep into her core, his drooping scrotum rhythmically slapping against her white buttocks, making her gasp for breath. The car trembled rhythmically for over twenty minutes with the man's thrusts, finally calming down…

Wan Ting said that this car sex experience was the first time she had experienced an orgasm, and she gradually realized that she was particularly sensitive in sex, easily reaching climax.

This conversation was the most in-depth we'd ever had since we met. Wanting, having abandoned her shyness, answered every question. I think she was lost in memories, vividly recalling that summer afternoon more than ten years ago. It made my blood boil. Sitting in front of the computer, my penis had been erect for a while. I was completely absorbed in Wanting's story, imagining myself as that successful man, fantasizing about being in a car, pinning Wanting's shapely body beneath me—not someone else, but myself. But fantasies are just fantasies. In reality, I pulled my pajama bottoms down to my knees, exposing my proud, thick penis to the air. Looking closely, hehe! My penis was slightly curved upwards. I wondered if a successful man's penis had a greater angle of curvature than mine, lost in my fantasies.

I stroked it a few times, feeling the veins on my penis bulge, almost bulging, like claws. I typed furiously on the keyboard, "Baby! How are you feeling right now? Are you wet down there? Do you want it?"

"Do you want to hear the truth from me?" Wan Ting replied. "Of course I want to hear the truth! I've already entered into the role of your story. I've identified with that successful man. My dick is as hard as an iron rod!" My intense sexual desire made me speak without restraint.

"I'm a normal woman, and he's exceptionally good in bed, especially his thing, which curves upwards. It always feels so good to me. I want it now!" "

So, are you wet down there? Is your pussy horny?" I asked impatiently. "

Of course I want it! My whole body feels hot!"

"You have a video, right? I want to see you all horny!"

After saying that, I sent the video. While anxiously waiting, QQ showed that it was connecting. I also adjusted the angle of the video, hoping to leave a good impression on Wan Ting on our first meeting.

The video call connected successfully, and before me appeared a young, beautiful, and graceful woman. She had a striking oval face, delicate, arched eyebrows, long, curled eyelashes, large eyes, a straight nose, and exquisitely sculpted lips. Her skin was fair and radiant, and she wore a light, strappy nightgown. She was an absolute beauty, exuding boundless charm. Indeed, all the best adjectives could be used to describe her: mature, alluring, stunning, refined…

As I observed her, she was also observing me, clearly pleased with my appearance. Although I was six years older than her, my regular lifestyle, moderate exercise, and comfortable work environment made me look four or five years younger. At this point, Wan Ting seemed to realize something and began asking about my past. I honestly recounted everything to her via voice message, from my first love to my passionate affair that ended two months prior that summer. I intentionally included some sexual details, making Wan Ting blush and writhe with desire. At this point, I couldn't control myself any longer and made an inappropriate request: I wanted to see her breasts. She hesitated, so I intensified my attack. To dispel her concerns, I first pointed the video at my trembling, large penis. She looked surprised: "Yours is so big! And it's curved!" I then slowly stroked my penis with my hand. She asked, "What are you doing?" "I'm imagining making love with you. I want to see your breasts. Give them to me. I'm so uncomfortable, I'm going to explode!" The video call function freed my hands, and I replied. Wan Ting, who was also born and raised in the countryside, had a simple and kind heart. Seeing my discomfort, she became anxious. In addition, the discussions about sex all night had left her empty heart and body in need of comfort. Wan Ting first pulled her camisole down a bit, revealing a hint of cleavage that already stirred the imagination. Any man without physical limitations would be aroused. Now, with the pull, half of her breast was exposed, the areola clearly visible, and the small nipple erect, appearing and disappearing. At my request, Wan Ting placed one hand on her breast, gently kneading and caressing it (Dude, wipe your mouth, are you drooling too? Hehe). Some men are more direct, preferring to get straight to the point, but I believe most men would enjoy this process more; this half-concealed allure is more stimulating.

I started masturbating faster, my breathing becoming heavy. I also saw Wan Ting staring intently at the computer screen, watching my movements. Soft panting came through the headset, the sound vibrating in my ears, stirring my nerves, like heavenly music, striking my heart. "Baby, is my cock big?" "Yes, and it's curved, quite thick!" "Is your pussy wet?" "Yes, lots of it!" "Do you want my big cock inside?" "Yes, but it's too far, you can't reach it!" "Baby, what color are your panties?" "Light pink lace!" "Adjust the video angle, I want to see your panties!" "See them?" Wan Ting lowered the video slightly, and now on the screen you could see her half-naked breasts and light pink, semi-transparent lace panties. Although they weren't the legendary thongs, they were a tiny, fashionable temptation, barely covering the pubic hair of her triangle area! "Baby, if you really want my big cock inside you, take off your panties. I want to see your pubic hair!" After my persistent pleading, Wan Ting finally took off her panties. She lay half-reclined in the chair, the video feed turned down low. Her sheer camisole nightgown hung loosely on her body, the straps slipped down, revealing her breasts. Her two round, white breasts showed no signs of sagging after childbirth; they shone under the light, constantly changing shape as she stroked them with one hand. Her legs were tightly pressed together. Her slender waist seemed so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, and at the very bottom of her flat stomach lay the place that drove men wild. Wan Ting's other hand explored the small but dense patch of pubic hair; under the light, her fingers glistened with her own fluids. The soft breathing in her earpiece had transformed into seductive moans. Although I couldn't see her face, I imagined that at that moment, she was glancing at the video of me vigorously masturbating, her eyes half-closed, fantasizing about my thick penis thrusting in and out of her...

"Baby! Are you feeling good?" "Yes, but the more I feel this way, the more I want your big thing inside me!" "If I come to see you, will you let me fuck you?" "Yes, hurry up!" "Hurry up for what?" "Hurry up... hurry up and fuck me!" "Honey, it'll be eight o'clock in ten minutes, I can't talk to you anymore, I have to go downstairs to work, you should hurry up and go to the cafeteria for lunch too!" "Okay, wife! Wear more clothes too, *kiss*." I hung up the phone, took off the earpiece, and went to my office. I stretched on the bed in the lounge, drew back the curtains, and saw it was a bright, early winter morning in the north. The sun shone brightly outside; yesterday's snow had draped this small northern town in a pristine white veil. The outside temperature had dropped to below twenty degrees Celsius, and the streets were nearly deserted. Compared to the biting cold outside, the indoor temperature felt warm and inviting. Gazing at the condensation on the windowpane, forming various shapes of ice flowers, my thoughts drifted far away, recalling the first time I met the woman who had just spoken to me on the phone. (To clarify, she's not actually my wife; I met her online around this time last year. I'll call her Wan Ting for now, a name that evokes gentleness and grace, and she certainly lives up to it.)

I went to my desk, turned on my computer, and decided to write down this belated love story, the story of the woman I love most in this life, and dedicate it to my friends on the erotic forum I've frequented for eight years.

Let me introduce myself first. I was born in a small village in Liaoyuan City. After graduating from university, I passed the exam for the Industry and Commerce Bureau and now live in Liaoyuan City. I am the director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau in a small town in Liaoyuan. I am 38 years old this year, 1.72 meters tall, and weigh 50 kilograms. I have a good physique and give people a strong and robust impression, which is also related to my love of sports. As for my appearance, I am of the decent and pleasing type. Among my peers, I would rate myself an 80 or 90 out of 100 (I don't mean to praise myself, but this is what Wan Ting said, and it is true). Regarding my romantic history, before marriage, I was in a relationship with a classmate for five years from high school to university graduation. We broke up before graduation, and this relationship hurt me deeply. I was haunted by it for many years, and it wasn't until 5 or 6 years after I got married that I finally got over it. I met my wife through an introduction when I was 28 years old. Our married life has been peaceful, without love or hate. In the sixth year of my marriage, I had my first affair. We met in real life, maintained the relationship for two years, and then it faded away. She also left Liaoyuan; it was a case of mutual solace for emotional emptiness. Later, I met another woman through a combination of real-life and online connections. Because of her mysterious past and unfaithfulness, our relationship ended abruptly after two months—a passionate and exciting affair. Although I'm not very romantic and have low emotional intelligence, I am the kind of man who values relationships. I dislike women in brothels and don't support deceitful, one-night stands. Personal preferences differ, so please don't criticize.

One autumn day in 2011, while having dinner with some friends, a government official of my age, came over. This man always liked to flaunt his womanizing experiences in front of others. After a few drinks, he told us about his experiences of having sex with a woman he had known online for a long time in Siping several times a few months earlier. This woman worked as a sales assistant in a shopping mall, and her husband worked in another city and was often away from home. She was the type who had been lonely for a long time. He claimed that she had a great figure, outstanding looks, and was in her early thirties. He described the positions he used when he slept with her, saying that they gave him a heavenly experience, especially the doggy style, which he felt was even more wonderful. Hearing him mention it once was one thing, but for a while afterward, every time we met for dinner, he would always bring up how he had dated this woman during his womanizing adventures. Other friends who had seen her when he took them along corroborated this (don't get me wrong, it wasn't anything like a threesome; the other friends also brought their female companions—just dinner, karaoke, and then everyone went to their own hotels). They all said this woman was indeed a stunning young married woman. Hearing this made me very curious, but I didn't want to pry too much, so I just secretly noted down her online name.

During the workday, I spend an hour or two in the morning on work-related tasks, after which I have more free time. I go on QQ, and since I have nothing else to do, I'll satisfy my curiosity and search for this young woman's username. Even though I set the location to Siping, there are still hundreds, if not thousands, of people with that username. I used a method of adding all suspected individuals, chatting with them, and eliminating those whose information didn't match my search. I won't go into details, but in short, after more than a month of arduous searching, I still hadn't found her. Just as I was about to give up, one evening, I noticed one of the last remaining users came online. I chatted with her on QQ, and she seemed quite honest. I then purposefully verified her profile using various characteristics. There were some similarities, but also some differences. Later, I thought: even if I actually found my friend's confidante, it wouldn't really matter; I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity. This woman seems quite nice now. Having a compatible online friend to occasionally fill some free time isn't bad. So I felt relieved and deleted the other users with the same name who I hadn't verified yet.

Over the next month or so, we gradually became acquainted through occasional chats, and she eventually became the female protagonist of my story—Wan Ting. Wan Ting is thirty-two years old, from Siping, 1.6 meters tall, and weighs 90 kilograms. Due to her ex-husband's lack of responsibility and marital discord, she is now divorced and lives alone, working as a sales assistant in a shopping mall. Then, out of curiosity, we gradually started talking about sex (I believe many readers share this interest), and I asked some questions about details based on my personal preferences. At first, Wanting was shy and evasive, but I persisted and gradually learned that when Wanting was twenty, she went to Shenyang to stay with relatives and worked in a beauty salon. She had a local boyfriend, and soon after, she was deceived by him into losing her virginity. (They were at his house; he claimed he was too pent up, so he took off her pants and rubbed his penis against her genitals to satisfy his urges, ultimately breaking her hymen! What a wicked liar!) At the same time, a successful man in his late thirties, who owned a company, accompanied his wife to her salon for a beauty treatment. He was captivated by her youth and beauty and bribed one of Wanting's close friends at the salon. This greedy and unscrupulous friend tricked Wanting into going on a road trip with the man. The friend then slipped away, leaving only the innocent and beautiful Wanting

behind. Based on my conversations with Wanting, I have transcribed the content into text, recreating the scene for your imagination.

The successful man later drove Wan Ting to a secluded spot in the suburbs. In the car, he coerced and lured her into the back seat of an off-road jeep. He tore off her thin denim shorts, which were only worn in the summer, and ignored her attempts to push, scratch, and plead for mercy (his arms were scratched in several places). He then forced his thick, upward-curving penis into Wan Ting's still-dry vagina and took her by force. The successful man, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters and with countless women at forty, was at the peak of his sexual prowess. Experienced and skilled in various techniques, he thrust his large penis deep inside her, then pinned Wan Ting down, kissing her cherry-like lips and relentlessly pushing his tongue into her mouth. Wan Ting resisted fiercely, clenching her teeth. The successful man shifted his focus, pushing up Wan Ting's tight t-shirt and lace-trimmed black bra, revealing her rounded breasts—white, erect, and alluringly glossy, with pale areolas and small nipples. Due to tension or stimulation, the nipples were already erect. The successful man gently grasped or brushed them. The loss of her breasts caused Wan Ting to scream. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the successful man quickly slipped his tongue into her mouth, sucking and swirling, searching for her tongue tip. A series of stimulations caused Wan Ting's vagina to produce lubrication. Sensing this, the man kneaded her breasts with one hand, supported himself on the seat with the other, and began to slowly thrust in and out. By this time, Wan Ting was completely exhausted; her previous struggles had left her drenched in sweat, and now she could only pant heavily. Although Wan Ting had been intimate with her boyfriend a few times before (she couldn't quite remember exactly how many times with her first boyfriend), what excitement could a young, inexperienced man and a naive woman have? Each time it ended quickly, lasting only a few minutes. But Wan Ting was now facing a man with extensive sexual experience. After the successful man gently thrust in and out over a hundred times, he noticed that Wan Ting's face was flushed, her hair disheveled and scattered on the leather seat. This aroused a beastly desire he had never felt before. He began to thrust wildly, his thick, curved penis penetrating deeply with each stroke, reaching her very core. His drooping scrotum rhythmically slapped against Wan Ting's snow-white buttocks, making her gasp for breath, gasping for air. The car trembled rhythmically for over twenty minutes with the successful man's up-and-down, back-and-forth thrusting, finally calming down…

Wan Ting said that this car sex experience was the first time she had experienced an orgasm, and she gradually realized that she was a particularly sensitive person in sex, easily reaching climax.

This conversation was the most in-depth we had ever had since we met. Wan Ting also abandoned her shyness, answering every question. I think she was also lost in memories, replaying that summer afternoon more than ten years ago in her mind. I listened until my blood was boiling. Sitting in front of the computer, my cock had been erect for a while. I was completely absorbed in Wan Ting's story, imagining myself as that successful man, fantasizing about pinning Wan Ting's shapely body down in the car—it was me, not someone else. But fantasies are just fantasies. In reality, I pulled my pajama bottoms down to my knees, exposing my proud, thick cock to the air. Looking closely, hehe! My thing was slightly curved upwards. I wondered if successful men's cocks curved at a greater angle than mine, lost in my fantasies.

I stroked it a few times, feeling the veins bulging, almost bulging, like claws. I typed rapidly on the keyboard, "Baby! How are you feeling right now? Are you wet? Do you want it?" "

Do you want to hear the truth?" Wan Ting replied. "Of course I want to hear the truth! I've already stepped into the role of your story. I've identified with that successful man, and my dick is as hard as an iron rod!" My intense sexual desire made me speak without restraint.

"I'm a normal woman, and he's exceptionally good at sex, especially his penis, which curves upwards, making me feel incredibly good every time. I want it now!"

"Are you wet down there? Is your pussy aroused?" I asked impatiently. "

Of course I want it! My whole body feels hot!" "

You have a video, right? I want to see you all horny!"

After saying that, I sent the video. While anxiously waiting, QQ showed that it was connecting. I adjusted the video angle, hoping to leave a good impression on Wan Ting on our first meeting.

The video connection was successful, and what appeared before me was a young, beautiful, and graceful woman with a very pretty oval face, delicate, curved eyebrows, upward-curving eyelashes, large eyes, a straight nose, and exquisitely sculpted lips. Her skin was smooth and fair, and she was wearing a thin, strappy nightgown. She was an absolutely stunning woman, radiating boundless charm. Indeed, no amount of praise could adequately describe her: mature, alluring, breathtaking, exquisite…

As I observed her, she was also observing me, clearly pleased with my appearance. Although I was six years older than her, my regular lifestyle, moderate exercise, and comfortable work environment made me look four or five years younger than my actual age. At this point, Wan Ting seemed to realize something and began asking about my past. I was completely honest, recounting my entire experience, from my first love to my passionate affair that ended two months prior, all via voice message. I intentionally included some sexual details, making Wan Ting blush and writhe uncontrollably, unable to contain her desire. At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself and made an inappropriate request: I wanted to see her breasts. She seemed hesitant, so I intensified my efforts. To dispel her concerns, I first pointed the video at my trembling, large penis. She exclaimed in surprise, "Yours is so big! And it's curved!" At that moment, I slowly stroked my penis with my hand. She asked, "What are you doing?" "I'm imagining making love with you. I want to see your breasts. Give them to me. I'm so uncomfortable, I'm going to explode!" I replied, freeing my hands with the video call function. Wan Ting, also born and raised in the countryside, possessed a simple and kind heart. Seeing my discomfort, she became anxious. Furthermore, the night's discussions about sex had left her feeling empty, both physically and emotionally, in need of comfort. Wan Ting first pulled her camisole down a bit, revealing a hint of cleavage that already stirred the imagination. Any man without physical limitations would be aroused. Now, with the pull, half of her breast was exposed, the areola clearly visible, and the small nipple erect, appearing and disappearing. At my request, Wan Ting placed one hand on her breast, gently kneading and caressing it (Dude, wipe your mouth, are you drooling too? Hehe). Some men are more direct, preferring to get straight to the point, but I believe most men would enjoy this process more; this half-concealed allure is more stimulating.

I started masturbating faster, my breathing becoming heavy. I also saw Wan Ting staring intently at the computer screen, watching my movements. Soft panting came through the headset, the sound vibrating in my ears, stirring my nerves, like heavenly music, striking my heart. "Baby, is my cock big?" "Yes, and it's curved, quite thick!" "Is your pussy wet?" "Yes, lots of it!" "Do you want my big cock inside?" "Yes, but it's too far, you can't reach it!" "Baby, what color are your panties?" "Light pink lace!" "Adjust the video angle, I want to see your panties!" "See them?" Wan Ting lowered the video slightly, and now on the screen you could see her half-naked breasts and light pink, semi-transparent lace panties. Although they weren't the legendary thongs, they were a tiny, fashionable temptation, barely covering the pubic hair of her triangle area! "Baby, if you really want my big cock inside you, take off your panties. I want to see your pubic hair!" After my persistent pleading, Wan Ting finally took off her panties. She lay half-reclined in the chair, the video feed turned down low. Her sheer camisole nightgown hung loosely on her body, the straps slipped down, revealing her breasts. Her two round, white breasts showed no signs of sagging after childbirth; they shone under the light, constantly changing shape as she stroked them with one hand. Her legs were tightly pressed together. Her slender waist seemed so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, and at the very bottom of her flat stomach lay the place that drove men wild. Wan Ting's other hand explored the small but dense patch of pubic hair; under the light, her fingers glistened with her own fluids. The soft breathing in her earpiece had transformed into seductive moans. Although I couldn't see her face, I imagined she was glancing at the video of me vigorously masturbating, her eyes half-closed, fantasizing about my thick penis thrusting in and out of her…

"Baby! Are you feeling good?" "Yes, but the more I feel this way, the more I want your big thing inside me!" "If I came to see you, would you let me fuck you?" "Yes, hurry up!" "Hurry up what?" "Hurry… hurry up and fuck me!" "Baby! What do you want me to fuck you with?" At this moment, Wan Ting had completely broken down, her voice trembling, her words incoherent. Whatever I asked, she answered! "Hurry up and fuck me with your big cock!" "Fuck you with my big cock where!" "Fuck my pussy with your big cock!" "Baby! Is your pussy horny?" "Yes, oh, hurry up, I'm coming!" Under this erotic stimulation, I also quickly masturbated my big cock, the hard, purplish glans glistening. In our rapid breathing, there was a special kind of pleasure, so intense. A hot current rushed from my tailbone to the back of my head, and the milky white, hot semen shot like bullets into my chest, even a drop hitting my chin. The continuous orgasms, after six or seven intense contractions and ejaculations, the pleasure of orgasm coursed through my body, every cell absorbing that comfortable element. Looking at Wan Ting opposite me, she was also slumped in the chair, one hand holding her breasts, the other hand limply resting between her legs. Her breathing slowly calmed down.

We readjusted the video to face-to-face. I pulled out a dozen tissues and wiped away the slowly liquefied semen on my body. Across from me, Wan Ting's face was flushed, the afterglow of her orgasm still lingering on her cheeks—perhaps shyness, perhaps the impact of the climax. Her eyes weren't fully open, making her appear even more languid and alluring. I knew I should change the subject now, otherwise she'd be embarrassed! "Baby! Can you tell me your phone number?" "Hehe! Why do you need my number?" "To pay your phone bill! I'll pay it for you tomorrow, okay?" It was this seemingly casual joke that triggered an incident I still can't let go of, and also caused me immense suffering. At the time, I thought that meeting such a beautiful woman, paying two hundred yuan for her phone bill would show my sincerity. "Okay, I'll tell you." Just then, the screen flashed, and a phone number came through! "Hey! How are you feeling now? Are you tired?" Wan Ting asked proactively. "Hmm! A little tired, but it felt as good as real sex!" I told the truth. "Hmm! I'm a little tired too. Actually, I was just trying to please you. Although it feels good to touch myself, it doesn't completely solve the problem; in fact, it makes me want it even more! It's getting late, and we have to go to work tomorrow, so let's go to sleep!" Wan Ting was very gentle and considerate at this moment. I checked the time; the video call had lasted for two hours, and it was already past midnight. We had been talking for more than five hours. After a reluctant farewell, I lay in bed, savoring this special sexual experience, my mind flashing with those beautiful breasts as I drifted off to sleep! This day was December 30, 2011.

The next day, the last day of the year, I went to the bureau to submit reports, upload data, and attend a celebratory dinner. As a young cadre in the bureau, I naturally had many tasks. After the dinner, I accompanied several high-ranking officials to a hot spring, not getting home until 1 a.m.! The three-day New Year's holiday passed quickly – visiting my parents and having a small gathering with friends. On the evening of the 4th, I went online. Wan Ting was online. I greeted her, and she replied, but very slowly! She wasn't very enthusiastic; it was as if the previous warmth had vanished. Confused, I suddenly noticed her signature: xxxxxx (fourteen characters omitted here, haha, not that I'm deliberately imitating Mr. Zhao's style, but I'm afraid writing it out would expose her; her signature is just too unique, I still laugh when I think about it). Then I understood. The day after chatting with her, I went to the bureau and forgot my promise – to pay the phone bill. "Baby! I'm so sorry. I only remembered after seeing your status update that I kept my promise. I was too busy on the 31st and forgot to pay your phone bill!" She replied, "You don't need to apologize. It's really nothing. It wasn't that I insisted you pay the phone bill, but you said it so earnestly, so I believed you. But you disappointed me. Although paying the phone bill is a small matter, it made me feel that you're not an honest person, nor a sincere person. You made me realize that people online can't be trusted! You don't need to explain anymore!" Wan Ting's reply made me feel somewhat hopeless. When I said anything more, she didn't reply, and then her avatar went dark; she was offline!

At that moment, regret filled my heart. Wan Ting misunderstood me, but who could I blame? Only myself. Actually, it wasn't that I forgot on the morning of the 31st, but I was too busy and thought I'd go out and pay it at noon, but I completely forgot!

In the following days, I discovered that Wanting had deleted me. I sent several friend requests, but she didn't accept them. My heart felt like it was being stabbed with a knife. I suffered greatly in the days that followed, and even today, I regret my carelessness.

Time flowed by like water. When I went online, I was always thinking about Wanting. When other netizens greeted me, I only responded half-heartedly, losing much interest in people online.

Then one evening, while reading a novel on QQ, a user named "Red Dust Love Song" greeted me. I didn't know when we had added each other, and I didn't recall ever chatting. I politely replied, and she seemed quite proactive. We started chatting intermittently like this afterward. At first, she would usually greet me when she saw I was online. Later, as we became more familiar and our conversations deepened, we occasionally discussed topics related to sex, but she insisted on no video calls, no voice calls, and no meetings! Her whereabouts were unpredictable. Sometimes she would only say a word or two, and then, when she was done playing around, she would say goodbye before logging off. I sensed contradictions in her words, suggesting she wasn't entirely telling the truth. So, I started making up stories. But my experience was limited, so I resorted to telling her tales of romantic affairs from the friend I mentioned earlier who liked to boast. Once, I even said that a friend working for the government took me to a hotel with a female online friend from Siping who worked as a saleswoman in a shopping mall. We ended up having sex in bed in the middle of the night, and I was listening from my side of the bed! She didn't believe me at first, knowing I was making things up, but she asked about this friend. I shared some less important information with her. After that, we kept in touch intermittently, chatting, nothing more. You might think this "Red Dust Love Song" is unrelated to this story, but it's not. "Red Dust Love Song" was actually another QQ account belonging to Wan Ting, which I only found out later. There's a story behind it, which I won't go into here, but I'll leave it for later.

So, it was March 2012. Although I still felt deeply saddened by Wan Ting's departure, the passage of time had diminished my illusions. But things are always unpredictable. One day, my QQ notification flashed. I opened it and saw that Wan Ting had added me. Overjoyed, I added her and exchanged pleasantries, but avoided discussing the phone bill issue. We didn't talk much about sex either; it was mostly just chatting and exchanging greetings. One day, I asked Wan Ting if she would allow me to visit her. She said she needed to think about it, without giving an immediate yes or no. One evening in April, she asked me about a government employee who, due to negligence, caused a major error in the accounts, and what responsibility that employee bore.

After much questioning, Wan Ting finally revealed the truth. She said she had an online friend from Liaoyuan who worked in the government. They had known each other for over a year and met a few times, but a few days ago, a chat with her had led to a work error, and her friend said he had lost a lot of money, making her feel very guilty. Hearing this, I had doubts. Was Wan Ting really the stunning young woman my friend described? But my friend hadn't encountered any problems at work! If he had, I would definitely know! This is all a bit confusing! I stopped thinking about it.

On the evening of April 19th, I went online. Wanting was online, and we chatted for a while. I brought up the old topic again, saying I wanted to visit her. She said she'd been feeling very upset lately; her online friend had made a mistake at work because of her, and she felt guilty. She'd been having insomnia and had cried many times in secret. She said she'd decide tomorrow.

Actually, at this point, I was just testing the waters; I didn't really expect her to actually see me. I was just using "we'll talk about it tomorrow" as an excuse. After all, she was currently in close contact with an online friend.

The next morning, I suddenly received a text from Wanting asking if I wanted to visit her. I was overjoyed and immediately made an appointment with her to take a bus to see her (Wanting said she didn't want me to drive for safety reasons), arriving in Siping at 5 pm. She said she might be a little late because she needed to visit her mother in Gongzhuling and then come back to see me. I said it was okay, you go ahead, I'll find a hotel in Siping and wait for you!

April 20th, a day I'll remember for the rest of my life! Composing myself, I didn't mince words. At 5 PM sharp, I arrived in Siping and checked into a business double room at the Home Inn. The hotel was clean and tidy; the dark green floor and pink sheets and duvet cover were much warmer and more romantic than pure white. I was sure Wanting would be very satisfied.

While waiting for Wanting, I did some preparations: showering, washing up, then wrapping myself in a towel and watching TV in bed. At 6 PM, I received a call from Wanting. She asked, "Have you arrived in Siping?" "Yes, I'm waiting for you in room 911 of the Home Inn in Siping!" On the phone, Wanting hesitated for a moment and said, "Then wait for me. I'm at my mom's house in Gongzhuling, but it seems there are no more buses to Siping!" "Then take a taxi, I'll reimburse you for the fare!" "Okay, wait for me, I'll go out and get a taxi!" Wanting hung up. I checked my watch; it was just past 6 PM. I should arrive around 7 PM. Watching TV, waiting! My mood wasn't so calm anymore; I was a little restless. It was 7:30, and she still hadn't arrived? I called, but there was no answer! The phone was off! Oh my god, my mind was racing. My first thought was, "Won't she be in any danger taking a taxi? Or maybe she stood me up, just playing a trick on me! Or maybe she really is my friend's online confidante, and she sensed something!

" I was anxious and restless. At that moment, I just wanted her to get home safely; whether I saw her or not didn't matter. If I saw her, and she really was my friend's online confidante, how could I face my friend? My thoughts were in turmoil. Leaning against the bed, my eyes were on the TV, but what was on couldn't register in my mind.

"Knock! Knock!" A soft knock on the door. How annoying! Was it the room service? Or one of those hotel massage girls? I didn't even have time to put on my underwear. I hurriedly slipped on my jeans, opened the door, and stood a stunningly beautiful woman. She looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six (Wan Ting looked even younger than her actual age). She had a slender figure, wore beige high-heeled casual leather shoes, tight-fitting Korean-style pants with pouches, a tight-fitting long-sleeved t-shirt, and a short, waist-length jacket. Her hair, which was permed into small curls, was now tied up with a pretty hair accessory (I can't quite describe her hairstyle, but it perfectly suited her face shape and enhanced her beauty. I love this hairstyle of hers; it makes her look elegant and stylish). She had a delicate oval face and a stunningly beautiful face (almost the same as when I saw her in the video chat, except for the hairstyle; she looked thinner in the video and vaguely resembled Cecilia Cheung). Her charm and allure were beyond my imagination. I was stunned and just stood there, leaning against the door, completely dumbfounded. She was much more beautiful than I had imagined, far exceeding my expectations.

As I sized her up, she glanced at me quickly, then parted her lips slightly: "Aren't you going to let me in?" Her words were sharp and direct, like pearls falling onto a jade plate. "Oh, oh," I murmured, as if waking from a dream, "Come in quickly! I didn't expect you to actually come!" Once inside, she put down her bag, and I eagerly asked why her phone was off and what had happened. Wan Ting explained that there was road construction on her way, and the taxi had to take a detour, causing a significant delay. She further explained that she wasn't good at lying and was worried about what to say if friends or acquaintances called, so she had turned off her phone!

Next, we filled our stomachs before discussing anything romantic. I ordered a family bucket from KFC, then urged Wan Ting to wash up quickly. I listened intently as she showered in the bathroom, finally returning after her bath, but I was somewhat disappointed; she was already dressed! "Baby! You've had a long day. Take off your clothes so they don't get wrinkled. Lie down on the bed, and let's talk for a bit!" With my gentle urging, Wanting agreed. "Turn your back to me first, and I'll get into bed. Then you can turn around!" "Okay! Okay! Okay! My little darling!" Listening to the rustling sound of her undressing, my heart felt like it was being caressed by feathers, tickling me. How could I miss this beautiful moment? As I listened to her seemingly undress, before she even got into bed and covered herself with the blanket, I suddenly turned around. She was wearing a light green bra and panties. Her skin was smooth and delicate. Although she only weighed 90 pounds, she wasn't the "skinny" woman I had imagined (I don't like fat women, nor do I like so-called "skinny beauties" with their high, exposed collarbones). Her waist had a reasonable golden ratio, making her legs look very thin and long. The light green lace bra was a half-cup type, with an alluring cleavage extending into it. Half of her snow-white breasts were exposed on either side of the cleavage. Looking down, there was a faint scar on her lower abdomen, probably from a cesarean section. Her lower abdomen was flat and smooth without any annoying stretch marks. The light green panties were shield-shaped pieces of fabric with three thin straps on each side extending backward to hang at her hips. The shield-shaped fabric was very small, not even completely covering her pubic hair, with a few playful black, shiny hairs hidden between the straps. At this moment, Wan Ting noticed me peeking. She gasped and covered her half-exposed breasts with her hands, lying face down on the bed. Her smooth back and pert, full buttocks were displayed before my eyes, a vast expanse of white. I took the opportunity to climb on top of her and playfully tease her, instantly easing the tension. I wasn't in a hurry because the delivery person would be knocking on the door soon. We leaned against the headboard, chatting and laughing, the atmosphere unusually relaxed. The initial awkwardness and embarrassment had vanished.

After finishing our family bucket meal, I was about to get into bed when I was told there were no condoms! Although I don't like using condoms during sex, feeling it's like trying to stop an itch through a boot, my beloved insisted, so I got dressed and went downstairs. On the first floor of a Home Inn, I bought two boxes of Durex condoms (three-packs). (I bought two boxes because I figured I could have sex three times in one night, and if I went overboard and ran out of condoms, wouldn't that be a case of penny-wise and pound-foolish).

Back in the room, Wanting was all covered up in bed, looking at me with tender eyes like a young bride. A warm feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, and I sighed, "With such a woman in my life, what more could I ask for!" Although I was anxiously waiting inside, I was afraid of offending her, so I calmed myself down and methodically took off my clothes, adjusted the lights, and turned up the TV volume (to prevent eavesdroppers).

After getting into bed, I gently pulled her into my arms, and she softly wrapped her arms around my neck. Wan Ting's breath was sweet and fragrant, and I naturally leaned down to kiss her lips. My tongue explored her mouth, and she drooled, which I greedily sucked, savoring the sweet, musky scent. I reached behind her, and her sexy, light green bra popped open, revealing her beautiful breasts. I released her lips and looked at her breasts. In the soft light, her exquisite, firm breasts didn't sag or spread out even though she was half-lying down. Many men might prefer large, full breasts. Although I've only been with four women, after years in the adult entertainment industry, I know that large breasts aren't necessarily beautiful; in fact, sagging can detract from their appeal. Wan Ting's breasts weren't particularly large, but they were full and rounded; one hand could easily grasp most of one, perfectly proportioned to her figure.

I spread my fingers, sometimes sweeping them between her breasts, sometimes kneading her nipples which were the size of peanuts, and sometimes stretching out my palm. Her already hardened nipples pecked at my palm, making it itchy! I lowered my head to play with her beautiful breasts. At this moment, Wanting looked at me tenderly with her watery eyes, and a look of spring passion rippled across her face. At this moment, how could I neglect my beauty? Our lips met again, this time not with the light, fleeting kisses of before. Wan Ting sucked on my tongue forcefully, as if trying to draw me into her body, absorbing all the saliva from my mouth. We kissed passionately, my hands playing with her breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. Her face flushed, her breathing became rapid, her hot breath spraying on my face, arousing my nerves. My blood was boiling, and my erection, like a giant hilt, pressed against Wan Ting's lower abdomen. She, understanding my desire, gently reached up with her small hand, lightly grasping and stroking it gently. My already erect cannon became even harder than iron.

During our passionate kiss, I lowered my hand, gliding it over her flat stomach, pausing briefly on the faint scar, stroking it a few times before moving downwards. My fingers parted the three thin strands of hair, touching a patch of soft, fine pubic hair, concentrated in a small triangle. My fingers, like thread, stirred among her pubic hair, making a rustling sound, causing her body to writhe, sometimes lying down, sometimes thrusting. Feeling her increasing pressure on my penis, I knew her desire was overflowing.

My fingers explored further, and Wan Ting obediently spread her legs wider. Before my fingertips even touched her, I could already feel a dampness rising from her private parts. Just as I expected, she was already soaked, her silk panties clinging to the back of my hand. My fingertips slid to her labia, her body tense and trembling slightly, tightly sucking on my tongue, her hand gripping my penis, waiting for my fingers to enter her secret place. By now, I could sense her anticipation. The more she anticipated it, the more I slid past her, lightly touching her clitoris. With each touch, her body trembled, and she murmured something like a soft, indistinct "you bad boy." I stopped teasing her, bringing my fingers together and covering her vulva with my entire hand. Although Wan Ting was slender, I was surprised by how full and fleshy her vulva was, with many wrinkles and a plump feel, especially her thick, large labia minora. My hand still covered her vulva, but I bent my middle finger and slid it into her vagina. It was slippery, and her love juice flowed out continuously. After teasing her with my finger, Wan Ting released my tongue, but her lips still lingered on my face and lips. Her beautiful eyes were now half-open and half-closed, her breathing rapid, and her body twisting restlessly, as if she was yearning for something. I knew that everything was ready, and I was just waiting for my huge penis to strike! I rolled over on top of her, and Wan Ting's legs naturally parted and slightly bent. Just as I was about to thrust in, Wan Ting suddenly opened her eyes. "I'm going to put a condom on you," Wan Ting said breathlessly. After tearing open the packaging, Wan Ting actually used both her hands and mouth (another unexpected surprise; although Wan Ting didn't like oral sex, she would occasionally make me feel good once our relationship deepened). Wan Ting held my bulging, veiny penis with one hand, then held the condom between her lips, bringing it close to my purplish glans. With her other hand, she helped to stroke the condom downwards, and then, with her bright red lips slightly parted, she took my penis into her mouth. (At first, I thought Wan Ting had bleached her lips, but after asking, I learned that her lips were naturally that vibrant. No wonder so many of her female colleagues were jealous of her; she had so many advantages.) I watched intently as my large penis slowly penetrated Wan Ting's mouth. My manhood felt a warm sensation, and Wan Ting's tongue was constantly moving around. Wan Ting had an oval face, very thin, and looked elegant. Now, as my penis went deeper, her cheeks bulged. I laboriously put a condom on my angry little brother (at this point, I must praise the condoms nowadays; the quality is much better than a few years ago. They are not only scented but also thinner and have raised dots, fully considering the different needs of men and women), and her little mouth moved up and down a few times. Although she tried hard to swallow deeper, her little mouth was too small and my penis was too big, so she could only swallow half of it.

A moment later, Wan Ting looked up and saw my fixed gaze. Her face flushed, she smiled shyly and said something that greatly satisfied my vanity: "It's too big, I can't take it all!" Her allure and shyness were indescribable. Preparations were complete; if not now, when? I rolled over again, my engorged, purplish-red penis lightly touching Wan Ting's juicy vulva a few times before finding the entrance to her secret place. I gently pushed it in, savoring the sensation of each gradual entry. Wan Ting, too, held her breath, feeling the sensation. Where my large penis entered, there was a warm, slippery mud pit. The feeling of being tightly embraced and squeezed was something I hadn't experienced before, only years ago. When my large penis was more than halfway in, Wan Ting thought it was all the way in and let out a long breath. At this moment, I pushed in with all my might, and my penis was fully inserted. Wan Ting couldn't help but exclaim, "You bad boy! It's so full! It's killing me!" I also grinned wickedly, pressing my large penis firmly against Wan Ting's cervix, my body trembling, making Wan Ting feel numb all over. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue half-protruding, her eyes half-closed and half-open. (When I made love to Wan Ting, I especially liked the expressions on her face. I hated it when women closed their eyes tightly during sex, or even made a painful expression, with their nose and eyes squeezed together, which made me lose interest.) Her moans were like heavenly music and rang out again. Now was the perfect time to give it my all. I propped myself up, no longer playing games with her. My large penis, glistening with her juices, rubbed against her vulva, then began to thrust and churn vigorously, feeling its incredibly tenderness. After over a hundred thrusts, I looked down and saw that her little cunt had somehow leaked milky white fluid, which clung to my penis shaft and testicles. I wondered if it had spilled onto the sheets, but who cared! My large penis moved up and down, pumping into her cunt, sometimes pulling the flesh outwards, sometimes plunging inwards as it went all the way in. Sometimes I supported myself on the bed with one hand while the other grasped and kneaded her bouncing breasts, sometimes I held her plump buttocks from behind and rubbed them. Her buttocks were smooth, like porcelain, without a single flaw, full and elastic. The long, deep thrusts were simply indescribable.

Wan Ting began to tremble all over, moaning with pleasure. She clung tightly to my neck and waist, occasionally lifting her head to find my lips, sucking my tongue, drawing away the saliva from my mouth. Her slender waist swayed involuntarily, responding to my thrusts, her face displaying a charming and alluring expression. It

was so stimulating! My powerful thrusts, penetrating deep into her flesh, finally yielded results. After more than ten minutes of relentless, pounding thrusts, I suddenly felt Wan Ting's vagina contract. My glans felt a distinct warmth. She held me tightly, gripping my penis tightly, her legs rising to wrap around my waist. I knew she was experiencing pleasure, her first orgasm. At that moment, I stopped thrusting, holding her close, letting her experience that cloud-like feeling.

A few minutes later, her arms, which had been tightly wrapped around my neck, slowly loosened, and she let out a long sigh, "Husband, you were too intense, you didn't give me a moment to recover, you brought me straight to climax." This was the first time Wan Ting had called me husband, and I naturally returned the favor. "Wife! There's more exciting stuff waiting for you, come on, stand by the bed." I half-carried, half-dragged Wan Ting to the edge of the bed, her upper body bent forward, her hands supporting her on the bed, waiting for me to enter! After a while, seeing that I hadn't entered, she turned her head and asked, "Honey, what's wrong?" At that moment, I was adjusting the condom, and Wan Ting thought I wasn't feeling well: "Honey, if you're not feeling well, why don't you take off the condom?" Oh my god, such treatment! I couldn't be happier. I tore off the condom, secretly smeared some saliva on my big cock, I wanted to give her a surprise, hehe. I stood behind her, my hands on her slender waist, my big cock, covered in saliva, gleaming black. My thick, hard cock, curving upwards, found Wan Ting's delicate vulva, paused briefly, then lowered my waist and thrust forward quickly, the entire length of my big cock disappearing, making Wan Ting, still floating on clouds, scream in surprise.

The doggy style, also known as rear-entry, is a position that I find most appealing because it allows men to control their strength more freely, saving energy and allowing for deeper penetration. Watching my penis go in and out of her vagina also adds visual stimulation. Rear-entry is my favorite, and it became the main theme of my sex life with Wan Ting afterward. Anyway, let me put my hands on Wan Ting's slender waist. Her legs were slightly bent, her toes barely touching the ground, as she endured my powerful thrusts. The sounds of my penis squirming inside her vagina were clear, accompanied by the slapping sounds of impact. Wan Ting swayed precariously from my thrusts, yet she struggled to thrust backward to meet my movements. My large penis moved in and out of her tender vaginal muscles, completing over a hundred thrusts in one smooth motion! Just as I was savoring that wonderful moment, I inadvertently noticed a full-length mirror by the bathroom door and a sudden thought struck me: "Wife, let's go to the bathroom door!" At that moment, Wan Ting straightened up, without asking me anything, and reached behind her to wrap her arms around my waist. My large penis was still inside her vagina. She moved slowly to the bathroom door, one hand on the doorframe, the other gripping the doorknob. I glanced at the mirror; Wan Ting's body in the mirror was more upright than it had been in front of the bed, her slender waist more sloping, making her buttocks appear even more upturned, and her breasts lowered. This lewd posture added even more visual stimulation to my experience.

"Wife! I'm going to start fucking you hard!" "Fuck me, fuck me hard, I'm yours!" Then, the sounds of "slap, slap" and "squelch, squelch" began again!

"Wife! Do you like me fucking you?" At this moment, my blood was boiling, a wild desire rising within me. I was like a sexually aroused lion, straddling its lioness, displaying the power and majesty of a lion king. This wild desire made me speak without restraint, revealing another side of human nature!

Wan Ting was also in a daze, and every question I asked made her lose control, following my train of thought. "Husband, I like you fucking me!" Although we were talking, the fucking below never stopped! My rock-hard penis was further stimulated by her words, and Wan Ting's reply made it even more vigorous. "Am I the one who fucks better, or is the one with the curved penis fucking better?" (The one with the curved penis refers to the successful man from Shenyang who had been with Wanting for two years.) "Ah! Ah! Fuck me to death! Husband, you fuck me well, you fuck me better than anyone else, from now on I'll let you fuck me all by yourself!" "How many times has the one with the curved penis fucked you in one night?" "Ah! Ah! At most three times, most of the time once, sometimes twice." "How many times do you want me to fuck you tonight?" "Husband! Fuck me hard! Fuck me as many times as you want!" "How many years have you been with the one with the curved penis?" "Two years." "When was the last time you were fucked?" "About a year after we got married, he came to see me, in a private room at a bathhouse!" (Later Wanting told me: After she had been with the successful man for two years, he didn't want a divorce and wouldn't let her date, he just wanted to keep her like this. For her future, Wanting chose to secretly leave Shenyang...) She ran back to her hometown, left the successful man, and later got married through an introduction. Out of his lingering affection for Wan Ting, the successful man spent money in Siping to befriend some thugs, searching everywhere for her. A year later, he finally found her, but Wan Ting said she was already married and asked him not to disturb her normal life. The successful man was a commendable man; he didn't engage in pointless pestering. After a brief reunion, he hasn't contacted Wan Ting since. "How many times did he sleep with you?" "Three times. He knew he wouldn't see me again, so he went crazy!" I imagined a man in his forties with a bent penis, on top of a young woman nineteen years his junior, vigorously fucking her, which excited me even more. I made Wan Ting moan even louder; I was sure that anyone passing by our room in the hallway would hear those erotic sounds.

From Wan Ting's increasingly higher moans, I could tell she was also experiencing intense pleasure. I found Wan Ting's moans very pleasing; they weren't particularly loud, nor were they the kind of muffled "uh-huhs" or "ah-ahs"! Those melodious moans were like a battle cry, fueling my passion and vigor. My hands would sometimes grip her small waist, sometimes reach forward to squeeze her breasts, and sometimes forcefully press down on her buttocks. I was certain that anyone passing by our room in the hallway would hear these sensual and stimulating sounds. Although she was petite and delicate, she had a high tolerance for my thrusts. Even with my vigorous movements, she would sometimes comfortably place one foot on the ground, curling up the other leg to rub against my calf or using her heel to slap my moving buttocks. Wan Ting's vagina was very tight; both in terms of her figure and the tightness of her vagina, she didn't seem like a woman who had given birth. If it weren't for the scar on her abdomen, people would believe she was a virgin. Her figure and physique were amazing. I felt her hot, wrinkled vagina, and after another ten minutes of rapid thrusting, I reached my climax. "Wife, my little slut, your little pussy is so horny, I can't take it anymore!" "Husband, shoot, shoot me to death, I'm your little slut, shoot inside my little pussy!" As soon as I finished speaking, a tingling sensation shot from my tailbone up my spine and straight to my brain. My ejaculation gate opened wide, and the hot semen that had been accumulating for days flowed straight into the depths of Wan Ting's vagina, splashing onto her cervix. Stimulated by this, Wan Ting turned one arm around and tightly wrapped it around my neck, her whole body trembling, and she reached another climax. Her vagina tightly gripped my penis, contracting rhythmically with each thrust. My penis was also throbbing and ejaculating my essence. This synchronized climax made me speechless with pleasure; I couldn't describe the comfortable feeling at that moment in words.

As the trembling subsided and my blood returned to normal, I felt as if I had lost all feeling below my thighs. A wave of dizziness washed

over me, making me feel like I was floating. Wan Ting later told me she felt the same way; she couldn't even stand without holding onto the door. After cleaning up, Wan Ting, a very clean woman, insisted I shower with her. Then we went to bed, and I held her close, whispering sweet nothings. It was a sleepless night. Five Durex condoms lay quietly on the small table by the bed, witnessing Wan Ting and I's next three passionate encounters. Perhaps only when you meet a woman you truly love can a man's potential be unleashed, allowing him to stay up all night, to engage in four passionate encounters in one night, each lasting over half an hour.

It was our first meeting, four perfect sexual encounters in one night, and endless sweet nothings that nourished Wan Ting's yearning body and soul like spring rain, leading us to continue our relationship. Wan Ting said that because of my appearance, she had found her own love and could no longer hold any other man. Actually, I was also surprised by my own performance. Before meeting Wan Ting, I knew I wasn't weak in bed, but I didn't expect to be this strong! After that, we always did it at least three times during our gatherings. Having read many articles on the forum, many readers portrayed the male protagonist as incredibly virile, some even fantasizing or absurd. I wanted to be more realistic, because this article isn't just for the readers; my beloved Wanting will also be reading it! Hehe, so I've always tried to recreate the scene. (When Wanting heard I was writing this, she was quite impatient. She gave me many suggestions, like how to start. You could say this was a collaborative effort; she gave me tremendous support during the writing process, and we talked on the phone many times! Here, I want to say to my dearest woman—Wanting: Thank you! My dear, I will always be with you, cherish you, and love you! *kiss* My darling! So, there's no such thing as love without a reason. There are plenty of beautiful women, but a beautiful and understanding woman is hard to find! There are women around me who flirt with me, but none of them can enter my world because of Wanting. The reason I loved her so deeply was because she had so many wonderful qualities and so much in common with me. For example, we were both born in the countryside, we spoke many of the same dialects, we had endless things to talk about—we could talk on the phone for five, seven, or eight hours straight—and we were both down-to-earth and unpretentious, among other things.

With a heavy heart and lingering affection, I left early the next morning, around 5 a.m., to catch the early train back to Liaoyuan to go to work. On the train, I discovered the marks left by our passionate encounter. The ligament under my tongue had broken slightly during the intense kissing. When I went to the bathroom, I found that the ligament under my glans had also broken slightly due to the vigorous thrusting. It healed after a few days and was not a serious problem. In the days that followed, we became even closer, meeting every week or two. As we got to know each other better, we became more sincere with each other, and the seeds of love that had been dormant for many years sprouted in our hearts. A deep love filled our hearts, and we fell in love. As time went by, many interesting things happened between us. For example, we were so rough during sex that she bled; we went to karaoke and got passionate with the music; I finally realized that the woman my friend had described was Wan Ting, because he had lied to her about a huge loss at work, causing her to break off the relationship; there was the "blind date" incident where I tried to find her a partner; my wife went shopping in Siping, and Wan Ting and I went there for a date, where Wan Ting met my wife at the train station and recognized her as her older sister (in private, she called my wife "older sister," and I called her "ex-husband's younger brother"); she tearfully confessed a secret to me; and we made love on her large, empty bed. Loving someone, being truly sincere to someone—every little thing that happened will be unforgettable, forever etched in my heart. If you fellow enthusiasts like this and don't mind my poor writing, I will definitely write it down and share it with you.

I am so grateful that I was able to meet Wanting before the Mayan prophecy of the end of the world, and to get to know and love each other. Even if the prophecy comes true, Wanting and I will have no regrets. To have one's true love is the greatest happiness in life. With you by my side, what more could I ask for?

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