My landlady

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That was my first year in South Korea. Since it was the first time our school had enrolled international students, we didn't have dedicated dormitories. They just set aside a section within the existing student dorms. I was the only Chinese student among all the international students. I shared a dorm with two Saudis and an American. Because of the strong body odor of Middle Eastern people, I couldn't stand it after a few days, so I applied for a housing allowance and moved into a family-run apartment in a building near the school. I'm of Korean ethnicity, and although my Korean wasn't great, communicating with this family wasn't a big problem. It was a family of four. The husband, in his early thirties, worked on construction sites. He was very busy, often working for several days in a row, and reportedly earned over 600,000 won (equivalent to about 4,000 RMB) in three days. The woman was a few years younger than her husband, twenty-seven at the time. While not exceptionally beautiful, she had delicate features, fair skin, and a good figure. She possessed the typical gentle and virtuous character of a South Korean woman, always smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. My two children, a four-year-old boy and a two-year-old girl, run around the house all day, or peek at what I'm doing from my bedroom door. I don't really like kids, so I usually ignore them. Sometimes, when they get really annoying, I curse them in Chinese: "Mom!" It feels especially good to curse them in front of the young woman; she just smiles after I do it. The first year of school wasn't too demanding. After class in the morning, I usually went home, did some homework, drew sketches, studied Korean, and then watched TV and chatted with the young woman. She didn't work; she got married after graduating from university and had been staying home to take care of the house and children. Because we were about the same age, and I was a foreigner, we had a lot to talk about. We quickly became very familiar with each other, and she wasn't as reserved as before. She changed her address from the respectful "Mrs. XX" to calling me by my nickname, and I changed from calling her "Azuma" (a South Korean term for married women) to calling her "Noona" (a male term for older sister). At that time, aside from occasionally visiting brothels with that American guy from school, I didn't have a stable sex life. So, at home, I often fantasized about Jung-sook's plump buttocks. But even if I fantasized, I dared not do anything inappropriate, knowing that her husband was very strong. But fate had other plans, and what was bound to happen still happened! One night, after drinking with my classmates, I stumbled home drunk. Jung-sook, seeing me staggering, scolded me while helping me into the room, then made the bed for me to lie down. Actually, I wasn't as drunk as I seemed. South Korean soju is strong but not that intoxicating. Although my body wasn't very responsive, my mind was still clear; I was just a little tipsy. I lay on the bed, and Jung-sook bent down to help me take off my shirt. My attention, however, was focused on her full breasts: "Sister~~~~" She hummed in response and continued to take off my socks: "What's wrong?" I pointed to her chest: "It's wet." She looked down, her face flushed instantly, rolled her eyes at me, and turned to run away. It turned out her clothes were wet around the tips of her breasts, clinging tightly to them and clearly showing the outline of her nipples. From what I observed, it was definitely breast milk, because I had seen her breastfeeding her daughter a few times in the mornings, even though the girl could eat solid food, she seemed to still be breastfeeding. After lying there for what felt like an eternity, my dizziness subsided, and I got out of bed to get some water. When I came out of the room, I found her lying on her side on the floor, propping her head up with her hand, watching TV. I plopped down on the sofa behind her. Sister Zhengshu turned around, her face still flushed: "Are you thirsty?" I nodded and noticed she had changed into a short-sleeved shirt. Sister Zhengshu got me a water bottle from the refrigerator, and I downed half of it in one go. Seeing her still waiting, I handed her the bottle, which she took and put back in the refrigerator. Then she came back and sat down on the floor against the sofa. I glanced at her sideways: "Sister, the baby's so big, why are you still breastfeeding? I heard it affects a woman's figure." Zheng Shu's face flushed again, this time even her ears turned red. She turned and punched my leg hard. I yelled exaggeratedly, and Zheng Shu's eyes widened: "The baby's asleep, don't wake them!" I groaned and rubbed my leg. She ignored me, focusing on watching TV. For a while, neither of us spoke. I sat there for a while, feeling bored, and went back to my room to sleep. Since it was Sunday, I slept until after ten. When I woke up, I felt a little regretful about what happened last night: If only I hadn't been so frivolous with her… Just as I was lost in thought, the door suddenly opened a crack, and Zheng Shu's son poked his head in. Seeing me looking at him, he quickly pulled his head back and shouted from outside: "Mom~ Mom~ Brother's awake!" Damn it, this little brat! I call you "Mom, sister," and you call me "brother," isn't that a generational difference? Jun! "Come out for dinner!" Sister Zhengshu called me from outside. I lazily got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, plucked a couple of nose hairs, and looked in the mirror: Hmm, what a spirited young man! While eating, I glanced at Sister Zhengshu; she was as usual, so I stopped thinking about it and focused on eating. After only a few bites, Sister Zhengshu asked if I had anything planned for the day. I said no. She raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Then come with me to go shopping." So we went. With the two chattering kids, the four of us looked like a family. I was secretly delighted. The taxi driver even said to me before we got out, "Your son looks a lot like your wife." I chuckled, and Sister Zhengshu blushed deeply. Before she could retort, I pulled her out of the car. Watching the taxi drive away, Sister Zhengshu stamped her foot: "Look, look! I didn't even have time to explain! What are people going to think?" I pulled her into the supermarket: "Forget it, we don't even know each other. What's the harm in a misunderstanding?" From the basement to the top floor, Sister Zhengshu gave me a cold shoulder, shoving all the groceries, drinks, and alcohol she bought onto my shoulders. My back ached, and my arms felt like they were about to fall off, but Sister Zhengshu completely ignored my exhaustion, enthusiastically browsing the mall. My repeated protests were useless until she was satisfied. Then, an accident happened at the mall exit. Sister Zhengshu's daughter, probably having not seen sunlight for a long time, ran excitedly down the steps in front of the mall. Sister Zhengshu kept calling for her to come back, chasing after her, but she tripped and fell. I put down my things and took a few steps to support her: "Sister, are you alright? How are you?" She looked up at her daughter, who had somehow returned to her side, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm fine." With my help, she stood up, but cried out in pain as soon as she took a step. I quickly asked what was wrong, and Zheng Shu gasped: "My ankle!" I squatted down and rolled up her trouser leg to examine it. From the outside, it didn't look like anything, but she cried out in pain at the slightest touch; it seemed quite a sprain. I offered to take her to the hospital, but Zheng Shu repeatedly refused, saying she would be fine after resting at home. I had no choice but to help her into a taxi, put the two children and the groceries in the car, and told the driver the destination. After getting out of the car at the building entrance, I looked at Zheng Shu, who was still grimacing and curling her ankle, thinking to myself, "I'm going to have a very hard day." I told the children to watch the things, then squatted down in front of her: "Come on, I'll carry you upstairs." Sister Zhengshu repeatedly said it wasn't necessary, that she could go up by herself. I turned around and glared at her. Sister Zhengshu pouted and stopped talking. I leaned back, then pulled her hands onto my shoulders and pulled her forward, so her soft body pressed against my back. I felt a secret thrill, then took her legs and stood up. Sister Zhengshu's two soft breasts were pressed tightly against my back, and I could almost feel her nipples touching my back: it seems she wasn't wearing a bra! I deliberately twisted my body, finally confirming the accuracy of my feeling; she really wasn't wearing one. Sister Zhengshu seemed to feel our intimate contact and shifted uncomfortably. The squeezing and twisting of her breasts against my back made me weak all over: Sister Zhengshu, please don't move, I need to go up the stairs. Jung-sook obediently lay on my back as I carried her step by step up to the fourth floor, feeling the warmth and softness of her breasts. Time really flies; it felt like we were home in the blink of an eye. What a bummer! The first thing I did when I got home was to treat her injury. It seemed like the soju wouldn't work. I had Jung-sook sit on the sofa, then took out the Sanjiu Longbin liquor I'd kept for myself from the room to rub on her wound. Although I didn't have any liniment, this would do; the effect should be about the same, right? As soon as I took off Jung-sook's socks, she struggled, saying she didn't need me and wanted to treat herself. I looked up at her flushed face, then said with a stern face, "Jung-sook, if you keep acting up, I'm not happy!" She calmed down, glanced at the two children watching the commotion, and then said to me in a voice barely above a whisper, "Be gentle... I'm afraid of pain..." I opened the bottle, poured some liquor into my palm, and applied it to her wound. Then I placed her foot on my knee and gently massaged it. To be honest, I wasn't sure if this would actually work.A massage should help, right? At first, I could focus on my treatment, but gradually my attention was drawn to Jung-sook's small feet. I had never really appreciated a woman's feet before, and now, seeing them so close, they were truly captivating, and the more I looked, the more beautiful they seemed. Jung-sook's feet were small, incredibly white and delicate. The soles and ankles, the parts that often came into contact with shoes and socks, didn't have rough skin. The most beautiful part was her toes; each one was perfectly rounded and soft, unlike my thick, hard toes. Her toenails were coated with a layer of glossy polish, making them look very translucent. I couldn't help but lean in and try to put them in my mouth, but I quickly realized my mistake and restrained myself. However, I still couldn't resist taking a deep sniff. Jung-sook had walked for most of the day, yet her feet didn't smell bad at all; instead, they had a faint soapy scent! My movements became gentler, my hands no longer confined to her ankles, but freely kneading every part of her feet, all the while inhaling the intoxicating fragrance—and of course, the scent of white wine. I was completely captivated by Zheng Shu's beautiful feet, forgetting time, forgetting place, forgetting everything; all I could see were those delicate, alluring little feet, until I was startled awake by a barely audible moan from Zheng Shu. I hurriedly looked up, only to meet Zheng Shu's flustered gaze. She quickly closed her eyes, turning her flushed face away, while gently trying to pull her foot out of my grasp. Seeing Zheng Shu's shy expression, I felt dizzy, my heart pounding wildly, and I almost couldn't control the urge to pounce on her. Just then, my phone rang in the room. My hand instinctively loosened its grip, and Zheng Shu took the opportunity to pull her foot back, then curled up on the sofa, burying her face deeply in the crook of her arms. I sighed and went back to my room to answer the phone. When I came out, Jung-sook was no longer on the sofa, and her bedroom door was tightly closed. It was getting dark, and I checked my watch; it was almost dinnertime. I looked at the closed bedroom door, shook my head, and smiled. Looks like I'll have to cook this meal. What should I make? I only know how to cook three dishes. Jung-sook loves chicken, so I'll make that. Braised chicken wings are my best dish. I won't go into the details, but it took an hour and a half to finish all three dishes. I also reheated the leftover sauce from the morning; you know, South Koreans can't eat without soup. After setting the table, I went to Jung-sook's bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. It was completely silent inside. Was she asleep? I knocked, but there was no response. I knocked again, and it seemed Sister Zhengshu had woken up. I heard her cry out in surprise, "What should I do? What should I do?!" Sister Zhengshu, embarrassed, lowered her head and opened the door: "I...I overslept...I'll make you dinner right away!" I chuckled and moved aside. Sister Zhengshu looked up, about to step forward, but saw the table already set and the dinner I had prepared. "You...you made this?!" Sister Zhengshu looked at me in surprise: "You can cook?" "Wow! There's chicken!" Sister Zhengshu, like a child, limped to the table: "It smells so good! Kids, come and eat!" After shouting, she sat down to start eating, but I frowned: "How can you be so dirty? You don't even wash your hands before eating?!" She glared at me, then pulled the two children to wash their hands. When she came back, she gave me another glare. I could only smile wryly; what could I do? She's a woman. "Mmm, delicious, delicious!" With her mouth stuffed full of chicken, Jung-sook was a far cry from her usual virtuous and composed self. Her eyes crinkled with laughter as she looked at me, her little head bobbing incessantly like a chick pecking at rice, causing her ponytail to jiggle. "Delicious?" I asked, resting my chin on my hand as I watched Jung-sook's adorable eating. "Mmm-hmm-hmm..." she mumbled, nodding repeatedly, her right hand gripping a chicken wing as she gnawed on it, while her left hand reached for the biggest wing in the plate. Watching her greasy little mouth munching on the chicken wing, her cheeks puffed out as she chewed, I chuckled and whispered, "Jung-sook, you're so cute." "Hmm?" She looked up at me, puzzled. "Uh-huh? Oh... I told you to eat slowly, there's more in the pot." "Hmm..." she nodded, casually stuffing a chicken wing into my mouth, gesturing for me to eat too. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, her eyes crinkling, and gave me a thumbs-up. I took a couple of bites, but my attention was drawn back to Jung-sook's adorable appearance. Eventually, I simply dropped the wings and just stared at her, at her chubby cheeks, her constantly moving little mouth, at her licking her sauce-covered fingers… Time just flew by… I watched in disbelief as the three of them devoured the entire bag of chicken wings I'd made. Not only the ones on the plate, but even the ones in the pot were eaten by Jung-sook! Jung-sook glanced awkwardly at the empty plate, then stole a look at me: "Uh… um… hehe… so delicious…" When she saw the clean table in front of me, and then the pile of bones in front of her, her face flushed even more: "This… this… Jun-na… this is pretty good too… you eat this." She pushed the untouched cucumber and scrambled eggs towards me: "I'll get you some rice." The two children, their bellies round like little pigs, lay on the floor. I, meanwhile, ate my rice half-heartedly, my eyes glued to the pile of chicken bones in front of Sister Zhengshu. Sister Zhengshu was fidgeting, unsure whether to clean up or not: in South Korea, clearing the table before someone has finished eating is considered very impolite. Finally, I decided to let her off the hook, quickly finishing my rice and getting up to clear the table. Sister Zhengshu, thinking I was angry, looked at me in surprise: "Um... um... I can clean it up, why don't you go watch TV?" I grinned at her: "I'll do it today, weren't you injured?" She paused, then fell silent, watching me clear the table and wash the dishes, lost in thought… After everything was tidied up, Zheng Shu and I carried the two drowsy children to their room to sleep, then returned to the living room. Zheng Shu sat casually on the sofa, while I sat on the floor in front of her, staring blankly at the television. After what seemed like an eternity, I turned to look at Zheng Shu: “Sister, do your feet still hurt?” “Much better…” she replied, her eyes still glued to the TV. I got up and sat on the sofa, lifting her feet and placing them on my lap: “Sister, shall I massage your feet?” Before she could answer, I began massaging her ankles. Zheng Shu didn't react much, just smiled at me: “Thank you for your hard work today.” Isn't this what I should do? It's nothing to be ashamed of. I continued gently massaging Zheng Shu's soft little feet until I realized she had fallen asleep. I boldly lowered my head and kissed her smooth, white instep, then lowered it, intending to go back to the room to get her a blanket. Suddenly, I noticed her rapidly heaving breasts—they were wet again! Two erect nipples stood clearly visible beneath her soaked cotton t-shirt. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my heart raced. I tried to control my impulse, kneeling before her head to carefully examine her delicate face. Truly, she looked like a fairy fallen to earth, so pure, so captivating… My mind began to blur, as if she were my girlfriend. Naturally, I brought my lips to her red lips and kissed them gently, then kissed her deeply again. I gently licked her lips with the tip of my tongue… Sister Zheng Shu's lips, along with her eyes, slowly opened. Her eyes radiated a tenderness that intoxicated me, and a smooth tongue slowly emerged from her lips, gently touching the tip of mine. I stood up and reached out my hand to her. She looked up at me, slowly sat up, and took my hand. I led her into the room. Standing opposite each other in the darkness, I gently stroked Jung-sook's small hand, lightly tracing her palm with my index finger: "Sister, I love you." Jung-sook looked up at me, smiled, and nodded. My heart was filled with tenderness as I gently stroked her bare arm. She closed her eyes, her soft breathing gradually becoming rapid. With my caresses, she occasionally let out soft moans. I was incredibly aroused, but I knew I had to restrain myself, because I wanted more than just my own satisfaction; I wanted to reach sexual climax with this lovely woman, to give her an experience beyond compare. Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly, my hands stroking her back, repeatedly telling her in her ear how much I loved her. Jung-sook's breathing grew heavier, and her body began to heat up. I gently kissed her ear: "Sister...do you want it?" She didn't answer, but instead snuggled closer to me, her body burning hot. I sat on the bed, spread Jung-sook's legs so she could straddle mine, and then slipped my hands inside her blouse to gently caress her soft, full breasts. Jung-sook cupped my face in her hands, kissed me on the lips, and held the kiss for a long time. Many people don't take kissing very seriously, but a long kiss...My long experience and information from various sources have taught me that kissing is a very important flirting technique. For sensitive women, kissing can greatly arouse their desire. I patiently and meticulously used the five-word mantra of softness, length, depth, heat, and liveliness on Sister Zhengshu, constantly touching her soft, fragrant tongue with the tip of my tongue, sometimes fast and sometimes gentle, occasionally sucking and licking her lips. When her breathing became rapid, I slowed down the pace, turned her head, and continued the teasing of her lips from a different angle. After repeating this several times, Sister Zhengshu's body completely went limp in my arms, her arms hanging limply and unconsciously stroking my waist and hips. I held her and lay down on the bed, continuing to kiss her while slowly peeling off her pants, then pushing her clothes under her chin, and then kneading her smooth, firm buttocks. Just as I reached for my belt, Sister Jung-sook suddenly found strength from nowhere and almost frantically tore off my shirt. She then began kissing my chest wildly, her breath coming in short gasps, while her hands continued unbuckling my belt. I cooperated by pulling down my pants. But before I could even take off my underwear, Sister Jung-sook buried her face in my crotch, her wet lips kissing and caressing my penis through my underwear. I lay on the bed, letting her moan as she kissed my penis until I could no longer endure it. I didn't rush to take off my underwear, which was already soaked with Sister Jung-sook's saliva, letting my penis swell and become erect. Instead, I used my mouth to find her wet lips, while simultaneously caressing her breasts with my hands. Because she was still breastfeeding, Sister Jung-sook's breasts were incredibly delicate and soft, and surprisingly full. I explored and kneaded them, and soon my hands were soaked with milk seeping from her nipples. Both nipples were already swollen and erect from my stimulation. I released Jung-sook's mouth and lowered my head to suckle one nipple. After just a gentle suck, several spurts of warm milk gushed out. Jung-sook tilted her head back and groaned loudly, simultaneously pressing her breast forcefully against me. I sucked again forcefully, and even more milk gushed out, filling my mouth. Amid her groans, I greedily suckled and swallowed the milk meant to nourish her daughter, while my other hand didn't forget to caress the other nipple, sometimes gently pulling, sometimes slowly kneading, making the already swollen nipple even more swollen. One of my thighs was between Jung-sook's legs. As I emptied one breast and switched to the other, Jung-sook's body went limp, and at the same time, I felt a surge of heat gushing out from my thigh. I released the nipple from my mouth: "Sister, is it comfortable?" "Mmm..." Jung-sook nodded languidly in my arms. I pinched her swollen nipple and tugged at it: "I haven't finished suckling yet... Do you want to continue?" Jung-sook buried her face in my chest, "Then... you continue... My breasts are so swollen..." I chuckled and lowered my head again to suckle the still-sucking nipple. I'd already drained Jung-sook's milk for a long time, but I wasn't satisfied. I kept alternating between her nipples, hoping to get some more. Jung-sook's nipples were surprisingly swollen, even her areolas were protruding, giving me the feeling that they might explode at any moment. At the same time, her nipples were extremely sensitive; even a light touch would send Jung-sook into a spasm. My thighs were already slippery, covered in the fluid flowing from between Jung-sook's legs. I laid her down on the bed, parted her two snow-white thighs, revealing her wet, pink vulva. Jung-sook's pubic hair was very thick; I even had to part it with my hands to see her genitals clearly. I licked her vulva with my tongue, causing her body to tremble and her labia to open and close repeatedly. I couldn't resist kissing her deeply, covering her vulva with my mouth and gently scraping her soft cleft with my tongue. Jung-sook suddenly pressed her hands against the back of my head, her hips pressing against my mouth, emitting sobbing sounds. I thrust my tongue deep into her vagina, stirring it around. Jung-sook's hands tore at the sheets and grabbed my hair, her lower body twisting incessantly. I adjusted my position, moving my lower body in front of her, and intensified my licking of her vulva. Jung-sook let out a soft moan, then suddenly grabbed my hard penis and took it deeply into her mouth. I rolled over and straddled her, burying my head even deeper between her legs. Jung-sook also tried to lift her head repeatedly, using her mouth to manipulate my penis. We rolled around on the bed, each holding the other's hips, giving each other oral sex. Sometimes she was on top, sometimes I was, but our mouths never left each other's genitals. Jung-sook's hot, wet mouth tightly enveloped my glans, her breath hot and rapid spray onto my scrotum, sending shivers down my spine. Finally, under Jung-sook's intense sucking, I couldn't control the overwhelming pleasure. My penis and testicles throbbed and pulsated violently. I tried to pull my penis out of her mouth, but Jung-sook held me tightly, pushing my glans even deeper into her mouth. I could no longer control the urge to ejaculate. With each increasingly intense throbbing, my first spurt of semen erupted powerfully into Jung-sook's mouth. I lay panting on top of Jung-sook, savoring the lingering pleasure after ejaculation. Jung-sook didn't let me go, continuing to gently suck and swallow my penis, her soft tongue swirling around my now-shrunken glans. Unable to resist her gentle licking, my penis became erect again, hard and inserted into her mouth. After sucking, Sister Zhengshu spat it out: "Jun... I want... I want..." I couldn't help but laugh out loud, then climbed off her body and knelt between her legs: "Come on, Sister Zhengshu, spread your legs yourself." Hearing me say this, Sister Zhengshu scolded me reproachfully, but covered her face with her hands. I grasped my erect penis, gently spread her snow-white and plump thighs to their limit, then lifted them up and pressed them to her sides. Sister Zhengshu very consciously used her hands to hold her legs. I chuckled and pulled her hands to her genitals: "Sister, spread them yourself..." Seeing that she didn't move, I reached out and helped her. Sister Zhengshu was forced by me to use her hands to pull open her labia majora, revealing two soft, engorged, and separated labia minora. I admired and caressed her for a while, then grasped my penis again, rubbing the glans back and forth against her moist, warm vaginal opening. Zheng Shu's labia minora, like other women who had given birth, were very soft, but the rubbing of the glans still gave me an intense, soul-stirring pleasure. I inserted the glans a little further, then held the base of my penis and stirred it around at her vaginal opening. Soon, her vagina secreted a large amount of fluid. I stirred the glans even more forcefully at her vaginal opening, and Zheng Shu's body trembled, her buttocks thrusting upwards eagerly with my stirring, trying to take my penis inside her. Instead, I pulled the glans out, and Zheng Shu frantically shook her round buttocks. I reached out and pressed her down, then made her spread her vagina wider. Zheng Shu quickly spread her labia even wider, eagerly awaiting my penetration. Jung-sook thought I was going to penetrate her, and hurriedly spread her vaginal opening wide, whimpering. But I didn't penetrate; instead, I began to pound my erect penis against her open vulva. At first, Jung-sook only moaned softly as I pounded her, but as I increased the force of my pounding, her voice gradually became more excited, and her buttocks throbbed incessantly, welcoming the pounding of my penis. "You...you...hurry up...give it to me, okay?" Jung-sook's voice sounded like she was crying. I chuckled, ignoring her pleas, and continued my cruel torture of her flesh. To be honest, I didn't really enjoy this kind of highly stimulating foreplay—it was an unbearable ordeal for an aroused woman, and it was no different for a man. If it weren't for the fact that I really, really enjoyed seeing the usually virtuous Jung-sook display such seductive and alluring behavior at this moment, I would have already thrust inside her. Jung-sook seemed to have gone mad, wildly swaying her hips and buttocks, emitting almost screaming moans, pleading incoherently: "Please... stop teasing me... I can't take it anymore..." I excitedly continued to pound her genitals. Jung-sook's bodily fluids were more plentiful than I'd imagined; with each pounding of my penis, they splattered everywhere, not only making a mess of her crotch but also soaking a large patch of her thighs. Damn it... I wiped the splashed fluid from my face, deciding not to continue—I couldn't take it anymore. Stopping the pounding, I aimed my wet glans at Jung-sook's vaginal opening. She lifted her head, her beautiful eyes gazing eagerly at our crotch, while parting her labia slightly. I got into position, even inserting the head of my penis a little further. Jung-sook rested her head on the pillow, then closed her eyes and stopped breathing, waiting for my penetration. I slowly inserted my penis a little further in, then quickly pulled it out. Sister Zhengshu sighed in disappointment.With a pitiful look in her eyes, I seized the opportunity and thrust my penis all the way into her vagina. Caught completely off guard, Jung-sook's legs snapped open as I rammed into her, her eyes widening, and she let out a long moan. I chuckled and asked, "Was it good?" It took Jung-sook a while to catch her breath. She pulled her hands from between her legs and wrapped them around my neck, her thighs draped over my buttocks. "You naughty boy!" she said playfully, gently biting my nose. "You always bully your older sister!" I kissed her thin lips, then slowly rotated my hips, stirring my penis inside her vagina. Jung-sook sighed again, but this time she seemed satisfied. Actually, Jung-sook's vagina wasn't very tight, after all, she had given birth to two children. But this didn't seem to pose a problem—in fact, from the moment I penetrated her, Jung-sook's vagina kept clenching, making me feel incredibly good, and with every movement I made, her delicate moans never stopped. Gradually, I became dissatisfied with slowly stirring my penis, reaching back to hold Jung-sook's thighs, then kneeling up and beginning to thrust vigorously. Jung-sook's labia kept sliding in and out with each thrust, and thick fluids gushed out from my penis. Sometimes I thrust wildly like a storm, sometimes gently like a drizzle, driving Jung-sook crazy, shaking her head back and forth, her buttocks twisting like a millstone, unconsciously emitting moans. The constant contractions of Jung-sook's soft vagina gave me immense pleasure, and I felt an unbearable itch, desperately wanting to release the desire within me. I held Zheng Shu's thighs tightly, kissing and licking them, while my lower body thrust rapidly and relentlessly, my abdomen and scrotum slapping against her buttocks with increasingly loud slapping sounds. Zheng Shu's moans grew louder and louder. After hundreds of such frenzied thrusts, although I didn't feel like ejaculating yet, my lower back was starting to give way. So I slowed down, parting Zheng Shu's thighs to expose our intimately connected genitals. As I thrust slowly and firmly, I looked down, reaching down to stroke her thick pubic hair, then parting it to carefully observe the movement of my penis in and out of her vagina. Suddenly, I noticed that Zheng Shu's clitoris was now erect and throbbing like a tiny penis! I gently pinched it, and Sister Zhengshu's body trembled. Her moans suddenly intensified. I parted the tender flesh on either side of her clitoris, making it protrude even more, and then gently rubbed it with my fingers. Sister Zhengshu convulsed, her body burning hot, her hands gripping the mattress tightly, and she made long, strange noises. Seeing her so excited, I quickly withdrew my penis from her vagina and knelt between her legs. Just as she began to grumble in dissatisfaction, I had already taken her clitoris into my mouth, while simultaneously inserting my middle finger deep into her vagina. I gently bit the base of her clitoris, my tongue rapidly teasing it, then I released my teeth and sucked on it vigorously, while my fingers continued to swirl and stir inside her vagina. Sister Zhengshu was covered in sweat, her body trembling like a sieve. I could clearly see the trembling of her leg muscles as she shook, and the convulsions inside her vagina intensified, making it difficult even for my fingers to move. "Ah ... Gradually, Zheng Shu became excited again, burying her face in the pillow, moaning softly as she thrust her hips upwards in rhythm with my movements. I panted heavily, thrusting relentlessly, licking and kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck. However, because Zheng Shu's buttocks were so full, my thrusts felt somewhat weak. To release my pent-up desire, I had to get up and pull her to kneel on the bed. I kissed her high, full buttocks, then penetrated her vagina from behind. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding. The soft skin of Zheng Shu's buttocks rippled with each thrust. Seeing this beautiful sight, I became even more excited, recklessly thrusting my penis into Zheng Shu's vagina. Zheng Shu buried her face deeply in the pillow, muffled moans occasionally escaping from within. I gradually felt a tingling sensation in my perineum, and my testicles slowly contracted. I groaned, trying to relax, but it was no use; the pleasure before ejaculation made me unable to control myself. Like a struggle before death, I held tightly to Jung-sook's buttocks and thrust wildly. Finally, a wave of tingling and numbness washed over my back, and with the intense throbbing of my penis, my semen shot out like a cannonball into the depths of Jung-sook's vagina, which was still convulsing at that moment… After ejaculating, my vision went black, and I sat weakly behind Jung-sook, feeling like my body had fallen apart. When I came to my senses, I realized that Jung-sook was still in the same position, her full, round buttocks raised, her body still trembling, her full labia opening and closing irregularly, and her anus contracting incessantly. Then, a stream of white fluid overflowed from her vagina. After a while, Jung-sook slumped down, panting heavily, lying on the bed. I crawled over and hugged her, my hands gently caressing her body. Zhengshu hugged me, pressing her face tightly against my chest, her sweaty thighs wrapped around my lower body. I never fall asleep immediately after being intimate with a woman, and today was no exception. Despite being exhausted, I kept caressing Zhengshu's soft body, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and occasionally gently licking her small earlobe... And so we fell asleep in each other's arms... With such a young woman to enjoy sex with, I naturally wouldn't miss any opportunity to be intimate with her. Whenever Zhengshu's husband wasn't home, I would constantly pester her, and Zhengshu never refused me. Seeing my desire, she would do her best to create the conditions. Sometimes, when I couldn't wait, Zhengshu would find a moment when the children weren't looking and we would sneak into the bathroom for a quick time. I knew that Zhengshu couldn't possibly reach orgasm in such a short time, but she never complained, so I could only make it up to her at night. What bothered me most was when Zheng Shu's husband was home. Back then, I was young and had a very strong sex drive, but with her husband around, we basically had no chance to be alone together. Out of desperation, I resorted to masturbation. When Zheng Shu found out, she risked being discovered by her husband and children to satisfy me as much as possible. One evening after dinner, the whole family was watching TV in the living room. I sat on the sofa watching Zheng Shu cleaning the room, and before I knew it, I had an erection. After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went to the balcony for some fresh air. When Zheng Shu was on the balcony, I quietly told her I wanted it. Zheng Shu blushed, glanced at her husband watching TV in the living room, and said to me, "Keep an eye on him. If he makes any noise, tell me immediately." She then knelt down, took my penis out, and sucked it vigorously, making me ejaculate in a very short time. Then she quickly tidied herself up and went back to the living room… At this point, my story with Zheng Shu seems to have ended, but that's not the case. After graduating from university, I didn't return to China. Instead, I found a job in South Korea and now rent an apartment near my company. Every Sunday, Jung-sook comes over to spend time with me, and sometimes, if circumstances allow, she stays overnight. Although Jung-sook knows I have a girlfriend, she never says anything about it. Sometimes, after we've made love, she looks at me wistfully and says, "What will you do when you go back to China?" She's a lovely, kind, beautiful, gentle, and virtuous South Korean woman. I know that even if we break up in the future, I will never forget her.

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