Jingjie, who lives alone

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Walking through the garden path, we took a shortcut to Sister Jing's place. It was a standard one-bedroom apartment with a beautiful coffee table and a large sofa in the living room, complete with a Sony TV, VCR, and VCR. Sister Jing first went into the bedroom to change, wearing a plaid shirt and Kapaa sweatpants. She took several pre-cut vegetables from the refrigerator and went into the kitchen. Working with two woks, she quickly cooked four small dishes. I was impressed; she really impressed me. Sister Jing took out two bottles of beer and said, "Okay, this is our dinner." We ate together, and Sister Jing asked about Dajun's recent situation. Actually, I hadn't visited Dajun much lately, so I briefly told her what had happened. She said she was quite busy, and I thought to myself, "Yeah, you are indeed quite busy; I've seen that." After dinner, we snuggled together watching a videotape. Actually, I didn't care about the content at all; I knew what was going to happen next. She placed one leg on mine, eating an apple and swinging it back and forth—a common tactic of hers. This naturally aroused a man's instincts. Suddenly, she touched my groin and said, "How could you be so naughty!" I replied, "Who is it?" We started kissing, I held her close, and kissed. Her tongue was smooth, constantly slipping into my mouth, her large eyes watching intently, perhaps observing the changes. I touched her breasts with my right hand, initially through her clothes, then slipping my hand inside—large, firm, and soft. Then I placed her on the sofa, removed her plaid shirt, and kissed her breasts. She lay comfortably on the sofa, waiting for my actions. At the same time, my left hand slipped inside her pants and underwear, caressing, admiring, kissing, and playing with this beautiful woman before me. Her body began to writhe with my caresses and kisses, her eyes becoming hazy, swallowing hard. I removed her pants, and a woman with a perfect figure lay on the sofa before me.

I picked up Jingjie and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed. She blinked at me, her eyes blinking repeatedly. I took off my clothes and pressed myself against her, slowly penetrating her. Slowly, slowly, she looked at me. Each time I reached the bottom, I thrust forward forcefully, watching her body suddenly tremble. Gradually, I felt her lower body becoming fuller and fuller, and as that fullness increased, I increased my speed, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Each deep penetration was an extreme explosion, penetrating all the way in. I saw the change in her facial expression, and she began to cry out "Ah!" Each cry stimulated the depths of my brain, making me want to try even harder. I could feel her juices flowing out in large quantities, wetting our connection, flowing down her thighs. Each collision produced a crisp, wet sound. Jingjie said, "I love you." I said, "I love you too," and then my lips pressed against hers, kissing her passionately. My hands caressed her breasts, and my body pressed against her again and again. She rolled over, went to the edge of the bed, her upper body leaning over the bed, her lower body off the bed, her buttocks raised high on the edge. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman like this before me. Images from pornographic films immediately flashed through my mind. I pressed myself against her, took my penis, and after a couple of thrusts, found the right position and successfully entered her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, pressed my body against hers, and thrust deeply, making loud "slap slap slap" sounds. She made a "humming" sound, which gradually turned into an "ah" sound, emanating from deep within her throat. Her back became wet, and I kissed her back. Suddenly, I remembered her intimacy with other people, and a dark malice arose in my heart. I started grabbing her hair. I no longer wanted to have sex with her; I wanted to fuck her, hurt her, and achieve my own inner satisfaction through the collision of my genitals and her cries.

I pulled her off the bed and placed her on the windowsill. Her waist sank, her buttocks rose high, and I thrust in forcefully, again and again. Her body trembled violently with each impact. I pulled her back by the waist, controlling her, thrusting harder and harder, again and again. I'm sure I put in the effort of a 400-meter sprint, a perfect combination of strength and frequency. Her body trembled with each thrust, her legs, which had been standing straight, began to bend, her knees buckling inward. She cried out loudly, "Ahhh, brother, spare me, I know I was wrong!" I pretended not to hear and continued to thrust wildly. Her body began to droop, and I held her waist tightly, ignoring everything else. I only wanted her there, thrusting forcefully. She trembled weakly and said, "No more, next time, I give up, next time, okay, next time?" I still ignored her, turned around and threw her face down on the bed, thrusting in from behind. She gripped the sheets with both hands until her body was completely limp and powerless. I tried to ejaculate, yes, without a condom, trying to ejaculate as deep as possible.

We lay in bed, and I said, "Are you really wrong?" She said, "Yes, I am. I know I was wrong. From the moment we met today, I knew I was wrong. Really, I know." She lay there in my arms, her body soft and limp, completely submissive to me.

I believe that promiscuity is her nature, or rather, a long-standing habit, a habit difficult to break. If her early life in society was about navigating the underworld, then her subsequent business success after being kept by a sugar daddy could have easily allowed her to change her environment immediately. Yet she remained, seemingly at ease and enjoying it. This can only mean that the chaotic environment brought her pleasure and satisfaction, while my mind held the inherited mindset of a classic scoundrel, creating a contradiction and a stark contrast. The root of all this was that I had mistaken her desire for pleasure for love. Although I had seen through it, I was still unwilling.

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