Beautiful Women's Edition: A Pretty Young Woman with a Big Belly

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I live in a small city in northern China and work in a government department. I'm going to tell you about something that happened six years ago.

There were about ten people in my department, mostly women. My colleague across the desk was named Ping, a beautiful young woman my age, 1.67 meters tall, slim, cheerful, always smiling, and with a very good temper. We'd been colleagues for years, and I'd never seen her argue with anyone. We got along well; we often played cards together in our free time and helped each other with our work.

Let me explain my job: at the end of each month, I had to compile reports and such. For a man, this wasn't an easy task, because sitting there calculating and compiling statistics was really tedious. I hate collecting reports, and Ping always helps me with this. Women are definitely better at this kind of work than men; they're more meticulous and can sit still for longer.

After a while, Ping finished checking one set of reports for me, but the one I checked myself still had some data discrepancies. Ping thought I was careless, so she took the report to check it for me. She quickly found the problem and started scolding me, "Idiot, what are your eyes for? Come here and look! It's wrong here!"

We usually have a good relationship, so we often joke around and no one takes it to heart. She always calls me "careless" and "idiot." I admired how quickly she found the problem, so I got up and went behind Ping to see where the error was.

I stood behind Ping, and she sat there pointing to the errors in the report for me to see. Then, I suddenly saw Ping's breasts by accident! She was wearing a loose maternity dress with a very low neckline. She was sitting on a chair, and I, standing there, could clearly see through the neckline. Underneath the maternity dress was a loose white tank top, and I could clearly see Ping's breasts, but not her nipples.

At that moment, I felt my blood rush to my head, and I got an erection. Ping was still pointing at the newspaper and lecturing me, but I couldn't hear what she was saying; I was just staring at her breasts.

I had been married for less than a year at the time, and we weren't lacking in sex. My wife was also very beautiful (I'm not exaggerating, and I don't just write articles online saying she's beautiful; my wife really is beautiful. When we went out, she definitely turned heads. The most beautiful thing about her was her small feet in size 36 shoes—they were indescribably beautiful. I'll write about my wife another time). Although Ping was also good-looking, I only thought of us as good colleagues and friends, and I had absolutely no improper thoughts.

But at that time, the visual impact she gave me was too strong. Ping's cleavage had a beautiful curve, and it was very close to me. She exuded a faint fragrance, which aroused my evil thoughts. At that moment, Ping looked up at me and asked if I had seen any mistakes. I quickly shifted my gaze to the report and replied repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I saw it."

I took the report back to my desk and soon finished making the corrections. This month's report was finally done, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I started to look at Ping again, but by this time, I had developed wicked thoughts about her.

Ping didn't seem to be leaving. Maybe it was because her husband wasn't home and she had nothing to do. She started chatting with me, and while I was keeping her company, I admired the beautiful pregnant woman across from me, wondering what her nipples looked like...

As we talked, the topic turned to pregnancy. Ping asked me, "Is Mei (my wife) showing any signs of pregnancy?" I said not yet. Ping said, "You've been married for so long, when are you planning to have a child?" I said we'll wait and see.

Suddenly, Ping cried out, "Ouch!" I immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Ping said, "This little thing is kicking me."

I said, "It's so small, how much strength can it have? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Ping said, "What do you know? It's not inside your belly. Sometimes it kicks in the wrong place and it hurts."

I said, "Is it that powerful?"

Ping said, "Absolutely! When it kicks me, I can feel its little toes from the outside."

I said, "You're just making things up, I don't believe you."

Ping said, "Don't believe me? Then I'll let you feel them." "Touch." After saying that, she got up and came to me, pointing to her protruding belly. I sat there and gently touched the upper part of her protruding belly. Ping said, "Not here!"

She pulled my hand and placed it next to her navel, saying, "This little thing loves to burrow here. If you put it here, it will burrow into you in a moment."

Because my previously erect penis had already shrunk, when I placed my hand on Ping's big belly, even through her skirt, my penis quickly became erect again.

Even now, I firmly believe that Ping was definitely not intentionally seducing me at that time. She considered me a good friend or wanted to show me her pride in becoming a mother. She probably had no guard up against me at that time and did not know that I had already developed impure thoughts about her.

I placed my hand on Ping's big belly, and sure enough, after a moment I felt a little foot kick me. This time Ping cried out "Ouch!" again, then said triumphantly, "You felt it, didn't you!"

I nodded and said, "That's so much fun."

Ping said, "Fun! Then you'd better hurry up and work hard, so you can touch Mei's belly and play with it every day, hehehe..."

I smiled too, but my hand remained on Ping's belly and didn't leave. Ping said, "Okay, I'm a little hungry now." "Look how proactive we are at work. Everyone else has left, let's go too. I can buy some food on the way."

I said, "What's the rush? This little guy is so cute, I haven't had enough of touching him yet. The kick he gave me just now must have been his left foot. Let me see where his right foot is."

My hand had been on Ping's belly without moving, but now I slowly moved it to the other side. Ping didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at me. She probably found it funny that I was being so mysterious about her big belly.

My hand slowly moved down a little more, and through her maternity dress, I felt the elastic band of her underwear. Then I moved up and then down again, this time my hand touched a little below the elastic band.

At this moment, I was thinking about what to do next. What if Ping got angry? We're good friends and work across the desk, what will we do if we fall out?

Just then, Ping said, "Alright! Let's go."

I suddenly had an idea, and looked up at her, asking, "Can this little guy talk in there?"

Ping said, "You're talking nonsense. What can he say now? Even if he did, who could hear him?" She chuckled.

I said, "He can kick people and he still can't talk? Let me hear." I turned my head to put my ear to her stomach. Ping probably felt it was inappropriate and leaned back slightly, but I quickly put my ear to her stomach.

My hand naturally rested on Ping's stomach. Because my ear was near her navel, my hand was under the elastic of her underwear. I did this very casually, and Ping didn't say anything, so I didn't know what her expression was.

As I slowly moved my ear against Ping's belly, I said, "Little one, say something, Uncle is listening."

My hand moved down a little further, and Ping grabbed my hand with one hand and pushed my head away with the other, softly saying, "Don't do that, we should go."

I grabbed her hand that was pushing my head away with one hand, my ear still pressed tightly against her belly, and gently stroked her lower abdomen with the other. Her hand noticeably tightened its grip, "Don't do that, it'll be bad if someone comes and sees us like this, we should go."

This time I could hear a hint of fear in her voice. Actually, our department is on the fourth floor (the top floor), along with the meeting room and the archives. Usually, few people besides those in our department go up to the fourth floor, especially since it's the weekend, and by now everyone in the office has probably already left.

I was terrified that Ping would get angry. Looking back, if she had scolded me harshly, I think I would have run away immediately. But she only spoke to me quietly, without being harsh, which emboldened me.

Whether it was excitement or the heat, I noticed Ping's hands were sweaty. I gently pulled my hand away and started caressing her again. Before, I was too afraid to move my hands, but now I was truly caressing her. I didn't rush to touch her crotch; I just gently stroked her lower abdomen from side to side. Ping grabbed my hand again, and then I struggled to break free.

I slowly turned my face towards her and gently kissed Ping's belly, then slowly moved upwards. When I kissed her breasts, she suddenly trembled and pushed my head away with her hand, saying in a very soft voice, "Don't do that."

I persisted in kissing her breasts and kissed her nipples through her skirt. Even through the two layers of fabric, I could still clearly feel her large nipples.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the raised nipples. My hand slowly slipped under Ping's loose maternity skirt and touched her thigh. At this moment, Ping trembled again and tried to grab my hand, but I easily freed it from under her skirt. I touched the inside of her thigh and slowly moved upwards. Although Ping tried hard to close her legs, I still reached her underwear.

I slowly stood up and put my arms around Ping's waist. The moment our eyes met, she looked away awkwardly. I noticed then that her face was beautiful. Because of Ping's large belly pressing against me, I had to lean forward a little. I kissed her forehead and cheeks, and when I tried to kiss her lips, she pulled away.

My hand slowly moved up to the zipper of her maternity dress and gently pulled it down. Ping felt it, looked up at me nervously, and whispered, "What are you doing? This is the office, in a moment..." Before she could finish, I took the opportunity to kiss Ping's lips. My tongue wanted to enter, but she clenched her teeth tightly, so I could only lick her lips and gums.

I continued to gently pull down the zipper of her skirt. When it was halfway down, I could feel the bottom edge of her tank top underneath. I reached inside and touched Ping's skin. Her back was smooth and felt wonderful. I gently stroked it, trying to be as gentle as possible.

I gently pulled down her skirt. Ping's maternity skirt was loose, and I easily pulled it off her shoulders. Ping's arms were tightly wrapped around the skirt, but by then I could touch her breasts through her tank top. Slowly, I reached my hand under the tank top and gently stroked her breasts and nipples.

Ping's breasts weren't very large, but they felt swollen, with large, erect nipples. I wanted to see them, so I moved away from Ping's mouth and slowly kissed downwards. Ping didn't stop me, but she tightly gripped her skirt with both arms to prevent me from pulling it down any further.

I saw Ping's areolas and nipples, brownish in color, the nipples like grapes. I began to suckle. I heard Ping's breathing quicken, so I suckled even harder, my hands constantly kneading her breasts. At that moment, I tasted a faint, salty flavor in my mouth—a liquid secreted from Ping's nipples. (Later I learned it was called "milk essence," a very good thing.)

I found it a little strange at the time, but I didn't think much of it, and besides, the taste was quite pleasant. I was passionately sucking when Ping suddenly spoke, "You've dirtied my body."

Her voice was soft and gentle, and I immediately felt an unbearable throbbing below. I kissed Ping's lips again, and this time she didn't clench her teeth. My tongue entered smoothly, and then began to stir vigorously. Although Ping didn't cooperate, she didn't stop me either, just letting my tongue move around in her mouth...

I slowly embraced Ping, wanting her to sit in my chair. Ping hesitated for a moment, but she sat down under my insistence. I immediately turned around, closed the office door, and turned off the lights. When I returned to Ping's side, I found that she had pulled her skirt up to her shoulders and was holding the top of the skirt with her hands.

The office was dimly lit. Before me stood a beautiful young woman with a large pregnant belly. Although Ping and I had been colleagues for several years and had spent a lot of time together, it was only now that I truly noticed her beauty and allure. My strongest thought was—to have her!

I reached for Ping's hand, but she stubbornly held onto her skirt. I stared at her, and she immediately looked away. Then I saw her legs; her maternity skirt reached her knees, revealing a small section of her thighs above her knees when she sat down.

I began to slowly caress her. After the earlier foreplay, it didn't take long before I slipped my hand inside her skirt, moving up her smooth thighs to her panties. Through her panties, I gently stroked her vulva.

Soon I felt Ping's breathing become heavier. Because Ping kept her legs tightly together, I couldn't reach the middle area. I reached out to pull down her panties, but Ping immediately grabbed them. Seeing that she looked very determined, I didn't try anymore and just continued to touch her vulva through her panties.

I forcefully reached for the inside of her thigh. This time, Ping yielded, her legs not clamped as tightly. I touched the middle and felt something damp. My fingers tried to slip inside her panties along the edge, but Ping tried to stop me. I was firm, and she probably sensed it too. I quickly pulled away and pulled the edge of her panties to the side. Ping subtly shifted her buttocks, making it easy for me to pull that part of her panties aside.

I could clearly feel Ping's vulva; it felt plump and thick, much fuller than my wife's. (Later, after my wife became pregnant, I learned that a woman's genitals swell considerably during pregnancy.) When I touched a little below her vulva, I could clearly feel a sticky fluid secreted from inside.

I lifted Ping's skirt, and because of the dim light, I could vaguely see dark pubic hair and two large, rounded labia. They were indeed quite large, but I couldn't make out the color.

I was already very aroused, so I tried to bring my mouth to her vulva. Ping tried desperately to push my head away with her hands, but I still managed to lick her vulva. It had a fishy smell, but it was quite stimulating.

Because Ping kept pushing my head away with her hands, and because I couldn't lick below her vulva while she was sitting down, and it was also quite uncomfortable to bend over, I grabbed Ping's buttocks and moved forward so that her legs could be spread wider. I forcefully spread Ping's legs apart, and now I could lick her entire vulva. As I licked, I stroked Ping's buttocks, belly, and breasts with my hands.

I felt Ping's secretions increasing, and combined with my saliva, her lower body was a complete mess. At this point, Ping's hands, which had been forcefully pushing my head away, slowly relaxed and rested lightly on my head without moving.

I slowly pulled her skirt down again and lifted her tank top up over her breasts. Ping was now almost half-naked, with only her tank top pulled up to her neck and the skirt covering her large belly.

I continued licking Ping's vulva, caressing her buttocks, breasts, and belly. This went on for about ten minutes. I could clearly hear Ping's heavy breathing and see that she was very wet down there. Feeling that I was almost there, I quietly unzipped my pants. After such a long period of stimulation, my clitoris was so swollen it was about to burst; it was more like it jumped out on its own than being pulled out by hand.

I stood up and supported Ping's thighs with my hands, my penis heading straight for her genitals. Ping, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened them and saw what I was doing. Suddenly, she seemed to go crazy, breaking free of my hands and standing up. She pulled her skirt back up to her shoulders and said, "X Lin, you can't do this, or I'll never speak to you again!"

I saw that Ping's face was bright red, which was a bit frightening. I thought she meant it. My penis, which had been erect just moments before, quickly shrunk and drooped. Ping's chest heaved violently. I was scared. She was six or seven months pregnant. What if something really happened...?

I felt ashamed. We were good friends, and Ping had been so good to me. She was pregnant, and yet I wanted to have sex with her. I was such a beast!

We stood there in this awkward silence for about half a minute before I broke it. "Let me help you zip it up," I said, trying to help Ping zip up the back of her skirt, as she was having difficulty doing it herself.

Ping probably realized she'd been too harsh on me. After all, we'd been friends for a long time, and she gave a soft "hmm" and slowly turned around. I quickly tucked my penis back into my pants and zipped up Ping's skirt.

I said, "Then I'll take you home." Ping didn't say anything, which was her tacit agreement.

Our crazy behavior in the office ended badly. I felt guilty afterwards, thinking I'd never have any more impure thoughts about Ping, and that this would never happen again. But soon, the next scene unfolded…

I finally slept with her!

Because of the office incident, Ping and I were both very awkward at work on Monday, avoiding each other's gaze. Relatively speaking, I was a little better off, but Ping changed more. Ping was usually talkative and friendly to everyone, but suddenly she became quiet, especially towards me.

My colleagues thought something had happened to Ping's family, and the older colleagues asked her what was wrong. Ping would just smile and say, "Nothing, nothing." Only I knew the real reason. Ping stopped taking my car when she went out, and I always made sure to leave early to avoid awkwardness between us.

About a month passed like this, and Ping slowly returned to her original personality, becoming cheerful again. However, she was still a little awkward when talking to me, usually only discussing work-related matters and rarely engaging in casual conversation.

That day, the company distributed employee benefits—a huge pile of toiletries, including soap, shampoo, and other odds and ends, filling two large boxes. The women even received an extra box of sanitary napkins. Because I own a car, I became a hot commodity, with colleagues asking me to deliver their items home. After two trips, I still hadn't delivered things to a few people in the department, including Ping.

It was then that I learned from the department head that Ping's husband had been away arresting someone for several days. Ping would have told me this much earlier. The section chief said, "Someone will be coming to pick up our things soon. Ping's husband isn't home, so you can help take her things back."

Ping quickly said, "No need, she'll have her brother come to pick them up."

I also hurriedly said, "Section Chief, let me take them back for you first!"

Our section chief looked at us strangely and said, "Hey, aren't you two best friends? What's going on? Did you have a fight?"

I thought, "Oh no, what if our colleagues see this ?" Anything could go wrong, so I quickly winked at Ping and said, "Then I'll take you there first. I have the car ready, no need to call your brother."

Ping probably sensed something was wrong and quickly said, "Okay."

As soon as she got in the car, Ping sat in the back (she always sat next to me in my car before, and she wasn't happy about sitting in the back). On the way, Ping didn't say a word, until I broke the silence: "Are you still angry with me?"

"No, no," Ping replied casually. I tried to make conversation. "Jianguo (Ping's husband) is away on a business trip?"

Ping said, "Yes."

I said, "You're in this condition and he still goes out. It's so inconvenient for you to be home alone."

Ping said, "Isn't that how it is for criminal police officers? It's not the first time. I'm not staying at home; I'm staying at my parents' house."

I then asked, "Where are you sending this?"

Ping said, "To my own home." I tried to find various topics to talk about with Ping. She gradually opened up and started smiling at me. Before long, we were both having a very pleasant conversation.

We arrived. Ping's apartment was on the sixth floor. I started carrying things up. The August heat was intense. Someone like me, who doesn't usually do physical labor or exercise, was drenched in sweat and my legs were weak after just one trip up six flights of stairs. Plus, those heavy things like soap and shampoo were incredibly heavy.

Ping was downstairs watching the car and the stuff. Seeing my sweaty face, she said, "Take a break before you carry more. Look at you, all sweaty." I realized then that Ping really cared about me. Having a beautiful woman care about you gives you strength, and besides, not many men would pretend to be weak in front of a woman.

After three trips, I was completely exhausted, panting heavily. Ping invited me to rest at her place for a while. She turned up the air conditioning and brought over iced drinks. I washed my face and hands and sat down on the sofa to drink. I was really exhausted.

Ping said, "You look really tired today. Even a lazy bum has to work, haha..."

I looked at Ping and said, "That's only because I was helping you. I wouldn't care if it were someone else. The things I delivered were all carried by their own family members. They even had to bring me cigarettes and drinks to thank me for helping."

Hearing my words, Ping seemed to suddenly remember something. She lowered her head and said softly, "I know you're good to me!"

Only then did I notice that Ping was still wearing that blue floral maternity dress. The crazy scene in the office flashed through my mind, and the wicked thoughts I had sworn never to have again stirred up again.

Ping kept her head down. Looking at her fair arms and beautiful little hands, my emotions surged. I said, "I'm so sorry about last time... You didn't say anything to Jianguo, did you?"

"He asked if I'd been upset at work. I said I'd argued with someone there. He advised me to think positively and take care of myself. Do you think I'd be so stupid as to tell him?" Ping looked up and continued, "You're crazy!" A slight smile played on her lips.

I was absolutely thrilled. "Would you let me touch the little one's feet again?" I'm sure my voice trembled as I spoke.

"Don't even think about it!" Ping's face turned red again, but I couldn't see that she was angry. I noticed that she still had a smile on her lips. I stood up and went to Ping's side. I bravely took her hand and said, "Your hands are so beautiful!" Ping lowered her head and tried to pull her hand away, but she gave up under my insistence.

At this point, I didn't care about anything anymore. I bent down and kissed her hair and ears. Ping closed her eyes. I kissed her lips. This time, Ping's teeth didn't resist at all. My tongue easily entered her mouth and began to stir violently...

It felt like there was a fire in my body, about to burn and explode. I had no interest in doing any more foreplay. I reached behind Ping's back to touch her zipper. At this moment, Ping actually leaned forward slightly. I pulled her zipper all the way open and pulled down her skirt as quickly as possible. Then I lifted up her tank top and sucked hard on her nipple.

I found her tank top very inconvenient, so I took it off. I pulled it up, and Ping hesitated for a moment before raising her hands. I took off her tank top. The lighting in Ping's house was excellent; sunlight streamed in from outside, allowing me to closely admire her breasts.

Because of her pregnancy, Ping's areolas and nipples were dark brown, with several bluish veins around the areolas. I licked and sucked on them with my tongue, and I noticed that Ping's milk supply was significantly more than before.

My hand slipped under Ping's skirt, touching her large belly, then down, and down again, reaching her underwear and touching her hairy vulva. Ping tightly clamped her legs together.

I was panting heavily as I started to pull down her skirt. This time, she didn't lift her buttocks to cooperate. I looked up at Ping and found her looking at me too, biting her lip and gently shaking her head. How could I possibly control myself at a time like this? I continued to pull her skirt down, finally managing to pull it down. Ping was now only wearing her underwear.

I don't know if it's a weird fetish, but I really like women's feet, especially small ones. I held Ping's feet and kissed them. I noticed that Ping's feet were swollen, plump like pig's trotters. I asked her curiously what happened, and Ping said, "It's like this since I got pregnant." I observed closely and found that her calves were also somewhat swollen.

I started to kiss her thighs, slowly moving upwards. I saw several bluish veins on the upper part of Ping's fair thighs, and I saw that the skin on her lower abdomen had swelled up and cracked open with white marks.

I started licking her flowery belly, then her panties, and through them, I licked her vulva. Perhaps because of the heat, there was a slightly fishy smell, but in that environment, it acted like an aphrodisiac, making me incredibly excited.

I was going to remove her final armor. I easily pulled off her panties, squatted down, spread Ping's legs, and licked her vulva with abandon, until it became a muddy mess.

At that moment, I secretly looked up at Ping and saw that her eyes were closed, her brows slightly furrowed. I got up to kiss Ping's lips, but she dodged away and whispered, "No, it stinks!"

I said, "You think yours stinks too?" Ping's lips curled up slightly, and she giggled a few times. I saw that she was very happy at that moment. Her faint smile was so beautiful. I can still recall her posture at that time, and I savor the memory.

Regardless of whether it stinked or not, we started kissing again, and Ping gently placed her hand on my shoulder. I took her hand and placed it on my erect crotch. She tried to pull it back, but I persisted, holding her hand and stroking my penis.

Our breathing grew heavier and heavier. I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear. At that moment, Ping covered her eyes with her hands. I didn't know if she had peeked at my penis when I took off my underwear. I chuckled twice and took off my shirt.

We were embracing each other, completely naked. The sofa in Ping's house was too low, so I had to kneel down. I held my penis and rubbed it against Ping's vulva. When I tried to enter, Ping pushed my penis away and whispered, "Will it be okay?"

I saw some hesitation on her face, and I knew she was worried about the baby in her belly. I said, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle!"

I slowly moved my penis towards her vulva. Actually, Ping was already very wet there. I easily entered her body and began to slowly thrust. Ping looked at me and placed one hand on the base of my penis, probably afraid that I would go in too deep.

I thrust gently, stimulating her clitoris with my fingers. As I continued thrusting, Ping's vagina became increasingly slippery. She gradually relaxed and stopped looking at me, closing her eyes and resting her head on the sofa back to enjoy the pleasure.

To be honest, I felt really uncomfortable with Ping looking at me, because usually we only make eye contact in the office, but now we were both naked, and my penis was inside her vagina.

As I thrust passionately, I also kneaded Ping's breasts, watching the clear liquid that flowed from her nipples, dripping onto my hands and then onto her stomach. I stretched my neck to suckle the slightly salty milk, the intense pleasure constantly assaulting my nerves.

Although I wanted to portray myself as incredibly powerful, the truth is I was utterly useless. I couldn't withstand the intense stimulation and ejaculated completely inside Ping in about ten minutes.

During this process, Ping only moaned softly. Afterwards, I asked her, "Were you satisfied?" Ping just giggled softly. I think she might not have reached orgasm, but a man's ejaculation is like a shot of adrenaline.
After we finished, we went to the bathroom to shower together. When we came out, we were still naked. I hugged Ping and kissed her on the sofa. I inadvertently looked up and saw a photo of Ping and her husband on the wall. At that moment, I felt terrible. We were friends, yet I had slept with someone else's wife.

Another thing was the intense fear that followed. What if Ping's husband suddenly came back at that moment? I might be dead. Her husband always carried a Type 54 pistol on his waist. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I decided to run away as soon as possible. That's how Ping, my female colleague and my best friend, and I had our first, not-so-perfect, sexual encounter. It was also the only time we ever had sex.

About ten days after we made love, Ping started her maternity leave. A month later, she gave birth to a son. Ping's husband came to our workplace to deliver wedding candy. As soon as he saw me, he said, "Hey buddy, I got a boy! Remember to come for drinks, you absolutely have to come, haha..."

I quickly congratulated him, looking at Ping's husband's expression... As for
why Ping and I stopped having sex, I think there are many reasons. First, Ping went on maternity leave and gave birth, which lasted for more than half a year, and we didn't see each other. When we met again, neither of us brought it up. Second, I think I still felt guilty and felt sorry for Ping's husband, or perhaps I was a little scared (hehe, this is really true, after all, we only have one life).

Also, after a while, our company did some downsizing and staff reassignment, and unfortunately, I was reassigned to a subordinate unit. After that, we saw Ping much less often, and over time, we probably lost our passion.

I think I'm very lucky; probably not many people have had the experience of having sex with two pregnant women in their lifetime (the other one, of course, is my wife). I'm sharing my experience with everyone, even though it took a lot of effort because I had to recall it so vividly. But I think it's worth it if it brings joy to you all.

While writing this, recalling the events of that time made me very impulsive; I even masturbated a little. I only wrote the first half of the article at the time, but many netizens wrote to encourage me to continue. However, because I'm currently very busy with work and don't have much free time, the second half has been delayed until now. The article isn't very well written, but you absolutely don't need to doubt its authenticity; it's 100% my experience.

One thing I still don't understand is: why did Ping stop resisting in her own home? After she rejected me in the office that time, I never even considered that we'd have a chance again. I even thought she deliberately created the opportunity for us to have sex later. In my eyes, Ping has always been the kind of respectable woman. Is it possible that under the right environment, opportunity, and circumstances, all women are willing to enjoy the feeling of having sex outside of marriage? Sigh! I really don't understand how women think!

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