Studying abroad wife

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"Quick, bring me the ginger! It's going to burn!" I shouted.
"Okay, okay! Why are you being so fierce?!"
Hearing Lingling's grumbling, I was taken aback at first, then teased her, "This is the first time I've shown off my skills. Cooking fish requires very precise control of the heat. You messed up my seasoning, so don't blame me if it doesn't taste good."
Lingling laughed after hearing this: "You haven't even started yet, and you're already looking for a way out. There's no way you're like this."
"Heh, do I need an excuse? I brought you books from China, and you didn't even thank me, but now you expect me to cook for you..."
"Okay, okay, I know! Stop nagging!"
"How naughty!" I chuckled and went back to focusing on my braised fish. For some reason, despite our constant bickering, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. Although this was only the second time I'd met Lingling, I had a very strange feeling. I didn't know if it was because I'd helped her, but I felt she owed me a favor, or what. I always liked to tease her in front of her, watching her half-angry, half-not-angry expression.
Although Lingling's looks were only above average, her 170cm height, slender figure, unusual bust, and full hips made her stand out wherever she went. Coupled with her cheerful and outgoing personality, she was always surrounded by friends of both sexes. While my first impression of her was mainly her long, flowing hair and healthy, dark skin, as we delved deeper into our new world of sex, I thoroughly enjoyed being with her. Before I knew it, we could chat from 6 PM until past midnight. Thankfully, foreign universities don't have building lockouts or access restrictions, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to get home. Looking back now, I sometimes feel a surge of emotion, wishing the building doors were locked!
The second time was when I suggested I show off my cooking skills to her. I couldn't remember when I mentioned I was a good cook, and she insisted that since I'd been indulging in all sorts of feasting back home, she deserved a treat. So I reluctantly agreed to cook her a fish dish over the weekend. On Saturday noon, I went out with her to buy ingredients for the fish and a few other dishes. In the evening, she invited some friends over. Life abroad is rather monotonous, so getting together for a meal is something everyone enjoys.
We chatted and laughed, and soon the fish was ready. The aroma of the braised sea bass filled the air, and everyone eagerly began to eat. Watching her enjoy the fish so much, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I had a wonderful time chatting with everyone, and I was glad to have found some good friends who could add some fun to my otherwise dull student life. Time passed quickly, and we all parted ways. Lingling specially walked me to my car downstairs, earnestly thanking me for cooking her a delicious meal. Feeling her sincere gratitude, I pretended to be generous and got into my car to go home. Just as the car was about to enter the main road, I saw her wave at me through the window and shout, "Drive carefully on the road!"
A warm, inexplicable feeling welled up inside me. At the next few gatherings, I grew to like her personality even more; each time, I was genuinely happy and joyful. However, as finals approached, everyone got busy with their own lives.
One afternoon, on a sudden whim, I dialed her number: "Hey, are you tired from studying? Take a rest for the night!"
"Hehe, you're already tired on Wednesday! You're obviously not hardworking! Don't set a bad example for me." Lingling's distinctive laughter rang out from the other end of the line.
"Hey, look, I was so tired just now, but all that fatigue disappeared as soon as I heard your laughter! How about we grab a bite to eat together, and then you can do your thing and I'll do mine?"
"Hehe, okay, come downstairs to my dorm and call me!"
"Okay!"
"It's already 10 p.m., let's take a break and watch a movie?" Lingling rubbed her temples and looked at me, who was fast asleep on the table.
"Great! Great!" I immediately perked up and randomly uploaded a top-ranked video from Xunlei.
Although it was late, neither of us felt anything was wrong. We just wanted to spend more time with her and had absolutely no ulterior motives.
After pouring me a glass of water, Lingling sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. I sat in a swivel chair, leaning against the bed. We both stared at the 14-inch laptop screen. The opening credits of 20th Century Fox slowly began to play. The entire dormitory room, less than 15 square meters, was quiet, with only the movie's music filling the air. It was…it was a horror movie…I started to feel uneasy. “This is my first time watching a horror movie. Don't let yourself get scared and start yelling…that would be embarrassing!”
The movie was about a horrific skinning scene, it terrified me, and I had to pretend to be calm... Almost an hour had passed, and Lingling was still sitting cross-legged. Had she gone mad from fear? My mind started to wander, and then suddenly an extremely terrifying scene appeared. I instinctively moved closer to Lingling. Finding that she didn't react, I felt a little embarrassed. "If a girl isn't afraid, what are you afraid of? It's embarrassing!" I said with a self-deprecating laugh. Just as I was about to sit up straighter, a uniquely sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils, into my brain, into my nerves, into my entire body. My mind went blank for a moment, and I instinctively leaned closer to Lingling, gently wrapping my left arm around her, my left hand naturally resting on her left leg.
My tension intensified. I followed the horror movie's plot, half-embracing Lingling, my head resting near her right pelvis. With each terrifying scene, I only pressed closer, closer still. Suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, I sat up from the edge of the bed onto the swivel chair, my left arm naturally pulling Lingling onto my lap. Perhaps she'd been sitting for too long and was numb, perhaps she was too engrossed in the movie, perhaps she hadn't expected my sudden boldness, perhaps she… Without any resistance, she was already lying on my lap, her legs stretched out against the wall on the other side of the bed—such beautiful legs! Her pajama bottoms had naturally slipped down to her hips, revealing her bare feet. A surge of desire coursed through me, and I impulsively kissed her lips. She was clearly surprised, turning her head to the side. A little embarrassed, I quickly stood up, about to explain, when I heard Lingling softly complain, "What...what are you doing!" In the quiet environment, with such a sweet voice, and looking at her downcast eyes, I couldn't find an excuse, didn't want to, and my mind completely stopped. Only one thought echoed in my mind, "Beautiful Lingling." At this moment, she started fidgeting, her eyes drooping even lower. Another surge of inexplicable courage rose within me. I wrapped my left arm around her waist behind her back, my right arm around her upper body, and resolutely kissed her again. I kissed her! Her small, cherry-like lips were tightly closed, and an immense excitement rose from the back of my head. I hugged her tighter, and the kiss became even more passionate.
Lingling's body gradually relaxed from stiffness, a soft, relieved sound escaping her lips, "Mmm..." As the sound rose in her nose, I felt her lips loosen slightly, so without hesitation, I slipped my tongue inside, aimlessly searching for something in her mouth. A brief linger on her forehead, a brief linger on her upper lip, a brief linger on her lower lip, until I touched her nimble yet trembling tongue hiding behind. I held her tighter, and her breathing became more rapid. This kiss was so beautiful... I don't know how long it lasted before we parted. She chuckled softly and asked me, "When did you start liking me?"
"This is the second time I'll see you."
"Really? I didn't notice it."
"That's because you're stupid!"
"You're the stupid one!"
"..."
I stood up and checked my watch. "It's almost one o'clock. It's not safe to go out. Can I stay here for the night?"
"You wish!" she laughed even harder, her head hanging low as she avoided looking me in the eye.
I walked to the bedside, cupped her chin with my hand, and slowly lifted her head so she looked up at me. Without hesitation, I kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and her soft, cherry-like lips, gently and tenderly. I felt her melting, and gradually my waist began to feel numb. I gently turned Lingling onto her side on the bed and kissed her. Her hands, placed side by side in front of her chest, slowly moved to my cheeks. I felt a tickle, both on my skin and in my heart. I quickly lifted her arms above her head, pressed her hands down, and with all my strength, pressed myself tightly against her, kissing the girl I loved.
First, my heart grew hotter and hotter, then my lower body followed. As I continued to passionately kiss her neck and shin, my right hand unconsciously touched her breast. Even through her clothes, it felt so real. She breathed heavily, "No..."
I had no choice but to stop caressing her. Kissing her, I climbed off her, moved around to her side, then behind her, and slipped my hands under her armpits to touch her breasts. She was still saying no, but her voice was so gentle and light. I slowly slipped my hands under her nightgown, first gently caressing her through her bra, then pushing the bra up over her breasts, beginning to play more realistically with those delicate breasts and nipples. Her eyes were tightly closed, her head slightly tilted. I kept kissing her ear and neck, teasing her already hardened nipples with my index finger, enjoying this wonderful moment together.
Perhaps feeling tired, or perhaps sensing the need for a change of position, I gently laid her back down on the bed. While continuing to caress her breasts, I used my arms to lift her pajamas above them, passionately kissing her slightly reddened breasts, sucking on her nipples, and stroking her entire body. She started saying "no" again, repeating it over and over, her voice so beautiful. Suddenly, my hands moved to the edge of her pajama bottoms, grabbed them, and prepared to pull them off along with her underwear. Lingling seemed to wake up suddenly, shouting, "No!" She gripped my arms tightly, shaking her head and softly saying, "No..." A little annoyed, I yelled at her, "Don't move!" After saying that, I whispered apologetically in her ear, "Don't move, Lingling," and then quickly pulled off her pajama bottoms and underwear. A patch of pubic hair, neither too thick nor too thin, was revealed before me. I didn't immediately do anything to her there or her lower body. Instead, I climbed down to her ear again and began kissing her earlobe, the base of her ear, her cheek, her breasts, her lower abdomen, and then slowly kissed her slightly to the left, her labia tightly closed. I don't usually like kissing a woman's genitals, but I have to say that Lingling's genitals tasted so sweet that I was surprised by my own greed when I kissed them this time. She was still whispering, "No..."
"Could this be Lingling's moaning during sex?" I thought mischievously, and began to remove the obstacles from my body.
After I had kissed Lingling's genitals enough, I pressed myself against her with all my might, my already erect penis pressed tightly between her pubic hair and clitoris. I whispered in her ear with an unquestionable tone, "Hold me tight!" She held me so tightly that I couldn't get up. So I climbed on top of her, kissing her mouth, while spreading her legs with my hands. My penis slowly searched for her entrance, found the right spot, and tried to thrust into that place I had longed for for so long.
It was a bit dry, and with part of her labia being pulled in as well, the resistance was quite strong. I suddenly stood up, used my right hand to separate the labia that were preventing me from going any further, and with a thrust of my hips, my entire penis was already deep inside the most mysterious paradise of my beloved girl. So tight, so hot!
As if I had exhausted all my strength, or as if I had just finished a heavy lesson, I climbed on top of her once more. My lower body swayed slowly from side to side as I kissed her small mouth, gently unbuttoning her nightgown and bra, tossing aside anything I found obstructive. I rose and knelt, gazing at her naked body, her head turned to the left, her brow slightly furrowed, her fingers on her lower lip, repeatedly saying, "No." Only her voice was softer and gentler.
Ignoring everything else, I grabbed her breasts with both hands, knelt down to lift her legs, raising her buttocks, and began thrusting forcefully. She started to react intensely, her head swaying from side to side, repeating her characteristic moans. Seeing all this, I suddenly felt an inexplicable urge and thrust even harder into her lower body, as if trying to pierce her through. Accompanied by rhythmic slurping sounds, her moans became more and more regular, "No, no, no... I don't want to..." I tried hard to control myself from getting too aroused, constantly changing positions, enjoying the thrill of making love with her. I thrust from the left, from the right, lifted her legs high, and used a push-up motion to penetrate her, biting her earlobe, deliberately breathing hot air into her ear, and excitedly telling her how good it felt to be inside her!
She answered me with "Mmm, mmm," and I slipped my hands between her legs, stroking her cheeks as I thrust into my beloved girl again and again. Her brow furrowed even more, and seeing this, I suddenly became even more aroused, thrusting even faster, and shouting to her, "I'm going to fuck you to death!" Then I pulled her tightly into a ball of flesh, pressing my hands against her shoulders, and with each thrust, I pressed down on her body, penetrating her even deeper and more thoroughly!
I was almost there, so I held her tightly, tilted my head back, and rested my chin against hers. She sensed it and buried her face deep into my chest, waiting for my climax. I thrust my penis in as far as I could and ejaculated deep inside her. She trembled, gripping my penis tightly, and we both enjoyed the wonder of sex. After what seemed like an eternity, I kissed her lips again, for a long, long time.
“We shouldn’t have done this. I’m sorry to him back home,” she whispered.
"I know, I couldn't control myself..." I felt guilty, so I kissed her forehead again, pulled her into my arms, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
On a single bed, I woke up many times from my dreams to find us naked and intertwined, and I would immediately feel aroused. Each time, the image of her guilty look would flash through my mind. So I would just kiss her gently and fall asleep again.

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