Sister Ping, the slut

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When Chen Feng woke up, he looked at the sunlight streaming through the window and roughly judged the time; it was probably not yet two in the afternoon. He stretched in bed, sat up expressionlessly, and then remained lost in thought. He habitually reached for his cigarette case; only one cigarette lay there quietly.

"Even if you're all alone, I'll still smoke you, because I'm lonelier than you..." Chen Feng muttered to himself with a touch of self-deprecation.

Wisps of smoke rose before him, and through the hazy blue light, he seemed to see Xiao Ting's graceful figure again, her captivating eyes, and her receding silhouette. Tears welled up in his eyes without him realizing it.

Were he crying again? Even though he told himself that what's gone will go, and life must go on, the pain in his heart still burned intensely. The past was still vivid in his mind, as if it were just yesterday.

Xiao Ting had been Chen Feng's girlfriend. They met in college, graduated, and broke up—everything seemed so natural. Xiao Ting said, "Feng, you're a good person, forget about me." Then she opened the car door beside her and went straight to the airport. Some time later, Chen Feng saw Xiao Ting's figure on the other side of the ocean in his social media feed, nestled in the arms of a tall, handsome, and rich guy. A bitter smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips; everything was resolved.

Bored, he turned on his computer, staring at the screen, unsure what to do. His QQ was filled with grayed-out avatars; none of his friends were online, or they didn't want others to see them. Chen Feng stared at the invisible icon around his own avatar, cursing these bastards, unaware that he was one of them. "I

seem to be getting a bit irritable lately. Should I calm down?" Chen Feng naturally thought of the girls they used to play with, those countless lonely yet passionate nights, that group of lecherous roommates gathered around the 17-inch monitor—those were such happy days, gone forever.

He opened his browser, about to type in that familiar IP address, when suddenly a notification appeared in the lower right corner: "You have received a message in a bottle from…".

"Boring, what the hell is so fun about this?" he muttered, quickly clicking the app. He saw a message: "I'm a lonely single guy, big and muscular. Mature women, housewives, and young girls are all welcome. "

Damn, there's something for everyone! You can play with message in a bottle like this? Chen Feng, a computer science major, looked at his 11-year QQ account and realized he was out of touch.

"Dude, how do you find people like this? Won't they curse you out?" He had to admit, boredom is sometimes contagious, and perverts talk about everything.

"Yes, really! Even though I get cursed out a lot, throwing a lot of bottles actually helps me find someone I like..." This guy was really something else; Chen Feng was completely speechless.

Then Chen Feng deftly opened the message in a bottle, selected the "relationship bottle," and typed the following: "Women are locks, men are keys. Locks left unused for too long will rust, and keys left unused for too long will also rust. I wish to use my key to gently unlock your lock, so we can each get what we need and enjoy each other's company." He sent out six messages in a row, then waited to be scolded.

"**Expressed disgust towards you..."

"You're a pervert..."

"I'm a guy, bro, we can be very passionate too... I can take it..." Holy crap, even that dead transvestite is showing up...

Chen Feng was completely dumbfounded, what is all this... It's really boring, forget it, I'll just download some Japanese adult content to kill time...

Before he knew it, it was already dark outside, another ordinary day, just like that, life is indeed as bland as water...

After watching Matsushima Kaede and Aoi Sora, there was still endless emptiness... The bottles should all have disappeared by now, that bastard, he's definitely not a good guy, he tricked my innocent feelings, I can't find anyone with my witty and insightful words, but you can find someone with your blatant vulgarity? This is really fucking weird...

"Philosopher?" Just then, another notification appeared on the screen, probably the last one.

"Pervert!" Whatever... I'm not holding out any hope.

"Haha..." Wow, you've got guts, didn't scare me away...

"When a pervert learns to think deeply, he's no longer an ordinary pervert..." "He's more terrifying than a regular wolf..." Insightful...

"Aren't you afraid I'll eat you?"

"You? Who'll eat whom is still uncertain, you little rascal." Damn, I'm being looked down upon... "Then I won't be polite, let's check if I'm clean first..." "I shower every day, of course I'm clean, you're the dirty one, you bastard!" "But I still need a physical exam first..."

"Are you a gynecologist? Do you know how to do exams?"

"Doctors do routine exams, they treat illnesses, are you sick? Besides, can a doctor's exam give you pleasure?" I'm going all out, let's start flirting.

"I don't like being examined, I can give myself pleasure..." Damn, I've met a master!

"So how do you give yourself pleasure? Let's exchange experiences..." Shamelessness is the key!

"Why should I tell you? Think about it yourself..."

"What fun is there if I think about everything? You're not looking for pleasure on your own right now, are you..." Shameless, utterly shameless...

"I'm imagining what it feels like to have your glans inserted like a feather..." Heavens above, earth below, who's teasing whom here? Chen Feng suddenly shivered, as if he saw himself lying on a chopping board, like a stripped lamb... Even lambs have their dignity, it's too unmanly to just give in like this...

"It's a rather huge feather, it will make you feel like you're dying of pleasure, unable to stop, floating on air..." Let's see who can be more ruthless!

"Is that so?"

"Like an angry frog with its head held high, hot and hard, rushing into your fragrant, misty cave, tumbling and leaping, water droplets splashing everywhere, muddy and messy!" Chen Feng found himself shamefully... hard!

"Watch out, your angry little brat might get stuck in the mud and can't get out..." The enemy is quite fierce, and we can't show weakness either. We must uphold the spirit of "Bright Sword," for in a narrow encounter, the brave will prevail!

"That's a general who conquers all directions. He charges forward, attacks from left and right, coordinates from above and below, carving a bloody path through thousands of troops, and rushing straight to the enemy's lair!"

"An invincible general..." Wait, something's not right. The other side seems a bit hesitant. If we don't attack now, when will we?

"Of course! Ten catties of liquor down the drain, and all the peach blossoms on the mountain will fall!" Bragging is free, even someone who gets drunk after one drink dares to say that. The internet is truly a wonderful thing.

"A battle after drinking is endlessly enjoyable." Why is he even agreeing? Could it be that he's been conquered? Then let's conquer him completely!

"He's awe-inspiring, penetrating deep into enemy territory, striking straight at the heart of the enemy!"

"Be careful, the Yellow Dragon might bite off your head!" Ugh, a rebound after hitting rock bottom... "General, infiltrate from within, attack from the outside, ascend Jade Peak, and laugh at the world!" Shift the battlefield first, seize the initiative.

"Aren't you afraid of being entangled by the Yellow Dragon?" The enemy's response is calm and composed, effortlessly defusing the crisis.

"Even if entangled by the Jade Tree, the General stands proudly like a sword, cutting through thorns and brambles, forging ahead bravely..." We're not

pushovers either, we'll fight to the death! "That cave entrance is overgrown with weeds, getting in won't be easy..." The enemy is still fighting desperately, watch me slaughter them all!

"General, your spear is like a dragon exploring the sea, parting the weeds to find the cave, traversing paths to explore the depths, probing to the very bottom!" I've unleashed my ultimate move...

"I give up... Go write a novel..."

Hahaha... A brilliant victory!

In the following days, Chen Feng and Sister Ping chatted a lot, gradually getting to know each other better, and became friends in a normal way. Sister Ping was already in her early forties, a mature woman, still charming. Her husband was often away, and she spent her time online out of boredom, which is how she met Chen Feng. After chatting for a while, they discovered that they were from the same city, which was quite lucky.

Actually, Chen Feng wasn't a casual person, nor was he vulgar. In real life, he even had a scholarly air about him, making it hard to imagine that he would have such a wild side online. You can't judge a book by its cover. A professor by day, a beast by night, Sister Ping was indeed very shrewd, hitting the nail on the head: "A repressed pervert!" A common trait among otaku.

In the days that followed, Chenfeng met with Sister Ping several times. The two talked about everything under the sun. Chenfeng felt very relaxed with Sister Ping, experiencing a faint sense of attachment and a feeling of security. Perhaps all men have a mother complex. Sister Ping also treated Chenfeng like a big boy, and they gradually became familiar with each other.

One uneventful afternoon, Chenfeng sat at his desk, bored, and thought of Sister Ping again, recalling the beautiful scenery he had seen at her house. That day, after they had eaten together, Chenfeng walked Sister Ping home and naturally went upstairs to sit for a while.

"You sit here first, I'll go change my clothes," Sister Ping said casually, leaving Chenfeng alone, truly not treating her younger brother like an outsider.

Chen Feng didn't sense anything amiss. He leaned against the balcony, smoking, gazing at the soft, silky, black, lace, and sheer clothes on the clothesline... imagining Sister Ping wearing them, a lewd grin spreading across his face.

"Xiao Feng, what are you grinning about? You're drooling. Come with me." Just then, the manager arrived, curious about his expression. "That fat bastard, interrupting my sweet dream again!" Chen Feng cursed as he quickly followed, bowing and scraping as he entered the office.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

The manager looked him over with interest. "Kid, you seem to be doing well lately, much more energetic." "That's because you're considerate of your subordinates, I'm happy with my work..." Chen Feng said, suppressing nausea, his head bowed like a submissive wife.

"You're such a smooth talker." The manager's fat face twitched, making one want to stomp on it.

"The boss saw your raise application. He said you're a really good guy, hardworking and conscientious. I remember last month..."

"Boss, just tell me if it's approved or not?" Chen Feng immediately cut him off, otherwise he'd be going on for half an hour without getting to the point.

"No. You know, the economic situation is really bad lately. China voted against the Syrian issue at the Security Council. Look, things aren't peaceful in the Gulf of Aden either. What a good captain, just like that, sacrificed himself. One shell killed two journalists. We used to have a good journalist too, was his name Shao Piaoping or something..." Damn it! What the hell does talking about international affairs have to do with my raise?! Does it?! I don't care who attacked whom or who died, I just want a raise... Chen Feng cursed as he listened to the fat pig's nonsense, thinking how damn stingy the boss was...

What a damn terrible day. Chen Feng returned to his dorm, kicked off his shoes which still had some dog poop on them. Does bad luck mean you have to step in dog poop? Damn it! What a shit!

In the afternoon, Mom called again, launching into a tirade about who had another baby, whose child was already running around, and so on. It was all about urging him to find a wife quickly. Good heavens, does she think a wife is like cabbage at the market, something you can just buy anywhere? He was so annoyed, feeling incredibly irritated.

Tomorrow's the weekend, how was he going to get through this long night? Maybe he should call Sister Ping and go out for a stroll. Just then, the phone rang. It really was Sister Ping.

"Xiao Feng, what are you doing cooped up at home? Big news! My computer won't turn on. You have 30 minutes to get here, or I'll cut you off..."

Ugh, what a small matter! He was just about to go find her, and now he's the repairman. What's going on? Are you in such a hurry to go watch some couples' shows on KF again...? Chen Feng thought mischievously as he quickly went out, of course remembering to change his shoes.

A minor issue. It's been raining a lot lately, the air's been too humid, and the RAM sticks were a bit rusty. I cleaned them, put them back in, and turned it on. All done.

Chen Feng strolled into the living room, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Ping was watching an interview program and casually handed him a glass of water.

"The computer's fixed."

"Yeah."

"Didn't you want to use it?"

"It's fixed, so it's fixed. Did I say I wanted to use it now?"

Annoying… then why did you call me over in such a hurry… sigh, you really can't reason with a woman, you have no chance of winning.

Chen Feng sat there blankly. He'd originally wanted to go for a walk, but seeing Ping's expression, she didn't seem to want to go out. Oh well, he'd go back to sleep later. Lately, he'd been feeling particularly tired. Struggling to survive in Shenzhen, no one has it easy.

"What's wrong, kid? You look so down. You're so upset about fixing a computer?" "No, I've been really annoyed these past few days. My boss won't give me a raise, and my mom's itching to have a grandchild." "You're not getting any younger. Find a good woman and get married."

"Yeah."

"Anyone you like? Want me to introduce you to someone?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"Yeah."

"Are you trying to kill me? Can't you say something else?"

"Yeah."

Ping grabbed his ear and pulled him close. "I think you're bewitched." "Ouch..."

"So you do feel pain now. I thought you were a blockhead. Turns out you're not." Chen Feng leaned back, resting his head on Ping's lap. Ping was only wearing her pajamas at home, sitting on the sofa with her two plump legs shamelessly exposed. Sigh, I really don't understand how a forty-year-old maintains herself?

"Sister Ping, I'm so tired, let me lie down for a bit."

"Don't rush things. You have to take it one step at a time, and eat one bite at a time. Eating too much at once will make you choke, and taking too big a step will hurt your balls."

Sister Ping nagged as she ruffled his hair. Chen Feng shifted his shoulders to make himself more comfortable. A delicate scent wafted into his nose—it was Sister Ping's scent. This was the first time Chen Feng had been so close to Sister Ping in all the time he had known her, and he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

"Kid, what are you doing? Believe me or not, I'll throw you off." "Don't! If I fall now, I'll definitely hit my head first and I'll be stupid." "What does it matter to me if you're stupid?" Sister Ping was quite irresponsible.

"How could you do this?"

Chen Feng muttered as he lay on his side, his head flipping over to face Sister Ping's body. His forehead touched something soft, and her high breasts trembled with the impact, giving him a few more bounces. Chen Feng squinted at the beautiful scenery. His pajamas were slightly pulled open, revealing a deep cleavage and, from the side, a full, soft bosom. Chen Feng suddenly became interested, wondering what alluring sight those white tips might be.

"What are you looking at? Are you still trying to nurse at your age?"

Ping patted his forehead, not pulling his pajamas up properly, but instead pulling them open a little more because of the pat, now revealing most of them. The edge of her black bra decisively blocked his view, preventing him from getting a kiss.

"Yeah, I just want a taste, but is there still any milk for me?" "You're such a big boy, have you ever seen anyone who's in their twenties and still has milk?" "Oh, there isn't any, let me smell what it smells like..." As he spoke, he rubbed closer, his cheek already pressed against her full mound, his nose rubbing against her, feeling the softness and warmth there.

"Ping, how do you maintain your figure? How do you keep such a good figure?" "I take a walk after dinner and go for a run in the morning... You bad boy, where are you touching?" Chen Feng's hand had already wrapped around Ping's waist, landing on her plump buttocks, grabbing a handful, his hand full of smooth, moist flesh.

"Behave yourself, or I'll push you off."

Ping said, sliding down a little, seemingly about to throw him off. However, she didn't notice that the hem of her pajamas had rolled up slightly, revealing her entire thigh and the lace edge of her black panties.

Chen Feng felt a little embarrassed. He moved away from Ping's ample hips, propped himself up on the sofa, and sat beside her. His other hand wrapped around her waist from behind, his palm resting on her still flat and smooth abdomen. Ping leaned against his shoulder.

"I'm getting old, I can't compare to you young people anymore."

"Who says? People would believe you if you said you were thirty."

Chen Feng looked down at Ping's breasts, one side of her pajamas barely covering her ample bosom.

"You're old and faded, are you still that beautiful?"

"Beautiful, Ping is still charming."

Chen Feng's other hand was already on Ping's thigh, gently stroking it and occasionally scratching it.

"Don't do this, or I'll get so angry I'll burn you..."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional firefighter."

The hand that was covering her lower abdomen had already moved up to the edge of her bra, her index finger touching the bra band, her thumb wedged between her breasts, her web of her hand encircling her right breast, and a little higher and she would be holding her breast from below.

"Sister Ping, let me see."

"Didn't you already see it?"

Actually, a few days after they met, Sister Ping couldn't resist his shamelessness after taking a shower and had already shown him her breasts on video.

"Your camera's resolution is too low, I couldn't even see what it looked like." "It's your own fault for having bad eyesight, and you're blaming the camera... Oh..." His hand had already slid down to the inside of her thigh, touching Sister Ping's sensitive area. Sister Ping involuntarily let out a soft gasp, but to Chen Feng, this soft gasp was like a thunderclap from a clear sky. He felt dizzy and lightheaded for a moment. His left hand moved up and naturally grasped Sister Ping's breast. Sister Ping was practically leaning against him, her head resting under his chin. She unconsciously thrust her chest up and then let it fall back down, exhaling a long breath.

"Oh... that's enough, ah, I'm already in my thirties." "I like it..."

Chen Feng's right hand, which had left Ping Jie's thigh, slid inside her nightgown, kneading her breasts through her bra. His thumb searched back and forth, finally finding the protruding point through the bra, and pressed down heavily. The full breast swayed to the side due to the indentation in the center. His thumb firmly guarded its territory, pressing down, then springing back, pressing down again, pressing and swirling. Ping Jie's breathing became uneven, struggling as if she wanted to get up, but unfortunately, one arm was holding her on the left, and a hand was pressing down on her from above, so she couldn't get up.

In this slight struggle, the fire in Chen Feng's heart was further ignited. Ping Jie's nightgown had been torn open, and her left breast was completely exposed to the air, the black bra further highlighting the smoothness of her breasts. Chen Feng finally slipped his hand inside her bra, his index and middle fingers precisely pinching her slightly hardened nipple. He traced irregular circles on Ping's breast, the nipple swirling and rubbing against the bra, making it even more erect and bouncy. Her full breasts were constantly being squeezed, sometimes bulging on the left, sometimes spilling out between his fingers on the right. Ping

began to writhe violently, her hands gripping the sofa, sometimes clenching and sometimes loosening, her legs twisting together and kicking on the floor. One slipper kicked off the sofa, the other nowhere to be seen. Chen Feng released her breast, lifted Ping's legs and placed them on the sofa. Ping was now sitting sideways in Chen Feng's lap, her face flushed, breathing softly through her nose, making soft moaning sounds. She seemed to have given up resisting, leaning softly against Chen Feng's chest.

Chen Feng pulled down Ping Jie's nightgown, pushed up her bra, and her two red nipples eagerly sprang out. Chen Feng lowered his head and decisively took one of the nipples into his mouth, savoring its ripeness.

Ping Jie's nipples were already engorged and erect, their alluring deep red proclaiming their owner's allure. A hand slipped between Ping Jie's legs, the palm already touching the edge of her panties. Ping Jie instinctively tightened her legs to prevent him from going any further.

"Xiao Feng, let me go... oh... um... we can't do this, what is this... ah... no, take it out, not there..."

The hand between her legs covered her testicles, rubbing her tender pubic area through her panties. Soft pubic hair peeked out from the edge of her panties, seemingly waiting for the hand's touch.

"No, I can't... Oh... Xiaofeng, please let me go, we can't, I beg you..."

Chen Feng could only see the throbbing breasts and the slippery feeling in his palm. He couldn't hear what Ping Jie was saying anymore. Her sobbing murmurs only fueled his desire to explore. Without saying a word, he spread Ping Jie's legs and pressed his fingers against her vulva through her panties, rubbing back and forth with his fingers. It was already wet, and his fingers were covered with glistening vaginal fluid.

"Ah... No, I can't, let me go, Xiaofeng, we can't go on like this, we really can't..."

Ping Jie said, twisting her body again, but her hands had already reached under Chen Feng's armpits and wrapped around his back. Her chest was thrust high, making her breasts appear even firmer. She squinted her eyes, her mouth slightly open, and she was moaning softly.

Chen Feng released Ping Jie's nipples and then covered her mouth with his own, silencing her moan and turning it into "Mmm... Mmm... Oh..." sounds. Chen Feng's tongue pressed against Ping Jie's lips, forcefully declaring his dominance. Ping Jie clenched her teeth, determined to resist the final assault.

Seeing that he couldn't succeed immediately, Chen Feng tightly surrounded the territory, savoring Ping Jie's lips. His hands below intensified their attack, finally finding a small protrusion at the end of the crevice. Ping Jie's clitoris had uncontrollably poked its head out. Chen Feng pressed down, rubbing Ping Jie's clitoris through her panties. Ping Jie could no longer resist the attack above, opening her mouth and letting out a long "Oh..." through the vibration of her lips.

Opportunity! Chen Feng's tongue, which had been preparing for a long time, fiercely invaded, finding that soft flesh, stirring, pressing, licking, declaring its victory. That tender flesh, huddled in her mouth, first kept dodging, then shyly probing, and finally bravely welcoming it, intertwining with Chen Feng. Ping Jie hugged Chen Feng tightly with both hands, passionately returning his kiss.

Chen Feng saw the dawn of victory. His hands moved without stopping. He decisively slipped through the edge of the underwear, directly occupied the enemy's core position, and plunged into the middle of the trenches, weaving in and out, swaying left and right.

The trenches were already slippery and wet. The bunker at the end of the trenches had fallen. The dark labia majora had given up their defense, parting to the sides, while the still pink labia minora began to surrender, opening and closing, the entrance appearing and disappearing, negotiating the final surrender agreement. But Chen Feng gave the enemy no chance to breathe. He used his fingers to separate the labia minora, revealing the final opening. The vaginal interior was overflowing, like a displaced refuge, waiting for Chen Feng's entry.

Chen Feng pressed down with his middle finger, and a knuckle entered the vagina. Ping Jie's smooth little hole was like a crying infant, tightly wrapping around his finger, warm, moist, and incomparably beautiful. His middle finger dug inside, as if trying to find the end of that stream, and then discovering that the depths of the secret cave seemed to hold a different world.

So the middle finger pierced through the layers of folds, advancing fiercely until it finally penetrated to the hilt. Then it began to thrust left and right, up and down, opening and closing the tender flesh of the vagina. The stream was no longer a gentle flow; it began to splash, with vaginal fluids spreading and the sound of slurring filling the air.

Sister Ping had already left the entwined lips, her head thrown back, and she began to moan incessantly.

"Ah...oh...I can't take it anymore...slower...slower...ah..." Chen Feng's ring finger quietly joined this frenzied feast, working with the middle finger to make a final conquest of the enemy's territory. His little finger and index finger were positioned on either side of the labia, watching intently. The middle and ring fingers advanced side by side, quickly inserting and maneuvering, while the thumb was not idle, pressing on the tip of the clitoris, launching a final assault on Sister Ping's vagina, leaving no corner untouched.

Pingjie was speechless, only moaning incoherently, seemingly in extreme pain, like a small boat in a raging storm. In reality, it was a woman's most intense moaning, a triumphant surrender song for her conqueror.

Chen Feng began to growl, his throbbing hands leaving a blur. Pingjie's vagina was in disarray, her labia minora engorged and tightening, biting at the inserted fingers, their color bright red, delicate and glistening.

A gush of fluid erupted, dripping down Chen Feng's hand and pooling on the sofa beneath Pingjie.

Pingjie's moans grew louder and more rapid, one wave overwhelming the next, even becoming hoarse. Finally, with a long, drawn-out moan, she lost her voice, her body tensing, her upper body arching, her legs straightening, her full buttocks trembling, her vaginal muscles spasming, tightly sucking Chen Feng's fingers deep inside her. Suddenly, a gush of hot fluid spurted from the depths of her vagina, spraying onto his fingertips, a final baptism for the proud general.

Ping finally cried out, screaming, "Xiao Feng, you're killing me! You're killing me! I'm going to heaven! I can't take it anymore!"

Chen Feng lowered his head and kissed Ping's lips, his fingers slowly withdrawing from her vagina. Her tightly closed labia minora still lingered, her clitoris engorged and erect, glistening with a tender red, telling of her owner's pleasure. When he completely withdrew, there was a soft "pop" sound, followed by a gush of vaginal fluid.

Chen Feng stood up, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his underwear along with his pants. His hard, swollen penis slapped against her stomach with a thud. He kicked off his pants, pulled Ping's legs to the ground, and made her crawl on the sofa. Ping propped herself up with her hands, spread her legs, and arched her buttocks upwards as much as possible, bending down from her waist to her chest and back, forming a perfect bow.

Chen Feng pressed his hands against Ping's plump buttocks, his hot penis thrusting in and out of her buttocks, quickly becoming completely wet. Ping turned her head, squinting her eyes, her lips slightly parted, a thin line of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, as if urging Chen Feng to hurry up and enter.

Chen Feng's hot glans pressed against Ping's vulva, sliding up and down. Ping's engorged labia minora were already slightly red and swollen, but they still stubbornly sucked on the hot jade stem in the middle, her vulva wide open, waiting for its master.

Chen Feng finally placed the glans against the entrance, then lowered his waist and lifted his hips, thrusting all the way in one go...

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