In-vitro cumshot female judge

A 22-year-old female trainee judge
married her classmate of four years and bedmate of three years right after graduating from university—it seemed like a perfect love and marriage. However, after the marriage, I started working hard, while she stayed on campus to pursue her postgraduate studies. Although we were still very much in love at first, and still shared a bed every night, more and more distance gradually grew between us. Finally, on National Day in 2015, after nearly six months of protracted litigation, a mediation agreement finally brought my first marriage to an end.

The female protagonist in this article is not the judge in this lawsuit. At the time, she was the court clerk in my divorce case. The court clerk is a bit like a nurse in a hospital, an assistant to the judge, with a heavy workload, and is the court staff who have the most contact with the parties involved. From the initial phone call to inform me that my ex-wife had filed for divorce, to organizing mediation between my ex-wife and me after the court hearing, to later handing me the documents, basically, except when the judge appeared in court, she was the one running around doing everything.

The judge in this case was a menopausal woman, supposedly a deputy presiding judge. Although she spoke fluently about cases and cited legal provisions, and frankly, she was quite attractive and worth a fling, her attitude during the trial made me reluctant to talk to her much. Conversely, the female protagonist of this story, let's call her Ting, had a very pleasant voice and a gentle demeanor. Actually, I wasn't particularly attracted to her at the time. I had many worries at work, and the divorce was even more troubling, but I couldn't bring myself to get angry in her presence. My

feeling towards Ting was simply comfortable. She wasn't the kind of woman you'd immediately want to sleep with (later I realized I wasn't in the right frame of mind and didn't notice her sexiness), but rather a woman who exuded comfort—delicate features, fair skin, neat hair, a sweet smile, and a gentle voice—the kind of woman who, after meeting and interacting with you, makes you want to be with you cleanly rather than sleep with you.

There was actually a little incident during the court hearing. My sex drive is quite strong, and when the judge asked my ex-wife about her reasons for wanting a divorce, she said a lot, including that I raped her after our marriage, that I had sex too frequently, and that I often forced myself on her even when she didn't want to, sometimes going on for a week straight. I was furious at the time, wondering who was so wet and moaning so loudly when I penetrated her. But just as I was about to explode, I saw Ting's fair face, who was taking notes, suddenly turn red with embarrassment, and my anger inexplicably vanished.

Perhaps because the love was deep, the hatred at the time of separation was also deep. My ex-wife was extremely picky about me during the divorce, even demanding that I leave with nothing. I asked myself, although I had cheated, I hadn't spent any money, hadn't contracted any diseases, and hadn't let her know, so I couldn't say I caused her any emotional harm. We didn't have any children and both wanted a divorce, but even though I had made significant concessions regarding the property, we still couldn't reach an agreement in one go. We went to court twice and had numerous mediations. In between, Ting added me and my ex-wife on WeChat for easier communication.

However, at the time, I genuinely had no ulterior motives towards Ting.

After the case was closed, Ting didn't delete me. After those chaotic days, and as my career and life gradually returned to normal, I saw Ting's update on WeChat Moments and, on a whim, browsed through her posts. Back then, WeChat didn't seem to have the option to show only three days' worth of posts, so I scrolled all the way to Ting's earliest post, which I think was from 2012. It seemed this was her private WeChat account (I later learned it truly was; shortly after adding me in 2015, she registered a new WeChat account specifically for clients and lawyers). Judging from her Moments, she was a very accomplished woman. She loved dogs, sports, food, and travel. Besides law, she also enjoyed history and geography. Of course, she would occasionally post selfies, but they weren't the overly glamorous or affected kind; rather, they had a playful style. Everything about her was exactly my type – except for law and selfies, which were also areas I was good at. Plus, her pretty face and gentle voice made me start interacting with Ting on social media.

However, Ting already had a boyfriend, and I kept my distance from people in the court system, so although I thought Ting was a nice girl, I didn't cross any lines.

Perhaps because I wasn't very aggressive in my approach, and because I moved to a city two hours away from her in 2016, Ting wasn't very wary of me. We went from liking each other's posts on social media to leaving comments, and then chatting on WeChat; our relationship grew closer. Of course, this closeness remained purely platonic. Although I returned to Stone City at the end of 2017, we met two or three times a month, sometimes for a meal at a restaurant I wanted to try, sometimes for an afternoon chat at Costa, but we never actually held hands.

The turning point came in early 2018.

While I wouldn't say I'm a complete womanizer, I sensed something off about Ting's WeChat Moments updates. I casually asked her how she was doing, and she didn't give a direct answer, which basically confirmed she was experiencing some trouble. However, at that time, she was already a judge's assistant (basically a trainee judge), and she was posting updates to encourage herself and tease litigants (she later said she had deleted all litigants except me, including my ex-wife), so it probably wasn't work-related. She started working out in the summer of 2016, and her figure was getting better and better (especially her breasts; while others get smaller with exercise, hers got bigger, which is one reason why my desire to sleep with her grew stronger), so that probably wasn't physical either. She's very filial, posting birthday wishes for her parents on WeChat Moments, so that probably wasn't family-related. After thinking it over, it must be something romantic.

With that general idea in mind, all that was left was to chat with her, of course, with plenty of care and sweet talk. Women are sometimes very complex, and some of their thoughts are simply incomprehensible to men; but sometimes they're also really easy to win over. Perhaps it was because of my own good qualities, or perhaps it was because she had trusted me after more than two years of communication, but in any case, she gradually began to tell me many private things.

The two most important things that helped me sleep with her were: first, her boyfriend was terrible in bed; second, even such a boyfriend had cheated on her!

I had seen Ting's ex-boyfriend in her social media posts; he seemed quite handsome. But regardless, as time went by, Ting's relationship with him not only didn't heal, but actually grew colder.

I have to thank her boyfriend; although he was a jerk to Ting, he was a godsend for me—a few months later, at Ting's age of 25, when she was no longer a young girl and should have been married with children, he successfully made her a single woman!

Ting wasn't the kind of woman you could easily win over, but during my single period, given my qualities and our relationship, sleeping with her wasn't difficult. I started increasing the frequency of our conversations, and subtly increased the frequency of my dirty jokes, occasionally using stories about my ex-wife (some true, some false) to comfort or tease Ting. I could sense that although we were still good friends on the surface, her heart was drawing closer to mine. Especially during the hottest month of August, I once left some flirtatious comments under one of her rather sexy workout photos. She wasn't angry at all; instead, she playfully teased me about my prowess. How could I let such an opportunity slip by? Our chats started to become more explicit, and the topics of sex gradually increased, including my past "rape" of my ex-wife. She was very interested and particularly enjoyed it when I talked about sex.

I knew, Ting, I was 99% sure I could sleep with her.

However, since Ting had only experienced two relationships and one man, she was still quite reserved. I also had my own bed partner, so there wasn't any real progress. Then came September of that year.

September in Stone City is a city inseparable from air conditioning. September was a relatively free time for me, and my libido began to stir. My bed partner (she's a teacher) was busy, and my chats with Ting became increasingly explicit. My messages to her often included a lot of explicit images, and I teased her by sending me her photos—the private kind, of course. She didn't reply, but she didn't refuse either.

One Monday afternoon in late September, near the end of the workday, after finishing a bunch of tasks, I scrolled through my WeChat Moments and saw that Ting had just updated her Moments, complaining about attending three very mentally taxing court sessions that day and being a bit overwhelmed. That wasn't really a big deal, but the thing was, seeing the blush on her face in the accompanying picture—whether from heat or something else—suddenly made me really want to have sex with her. I texted Ting, asking if I wanted to "feed her some protein" (semen), and she immediately understood and scolded me for being indecent. While continuing to tease her, I sent her some erotic pictures and asked her to send me her own photos. She still didn't agree, but demanded that I send her pictures of my private parts. I sent her pictures of my penis and nude photos (without showing my face), along with other men's penises and nude photos I found online, asking her to guess.

Ting didn't reply for a while after sending the pictures. Although I really wanted to sleep with her at that moment, I wasn't that desperate. Seeing that it was almost time to leave work, I sent her a message, nothing provocative, just asking her to have dinner.

Even with the dinner invitation, Ting didn't reply. Just when I had given up on having dinner with her tonight, she finally messaged me. She said she had just organized a meeting, so she hadn't replied. Ting told me to go to a trendy restaurant in the university town on the outskirts of the city first, and she would join me later. I wasn't actually that excited at the time, maybe my hormones were just starting to return to normal.

But when I waited for Ting at the restaurant, my desire, which had only recently subsided, reignited—she was wearing a simple, elegant white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt, which made her breasts, which I had been longing for, look even fuller, and revealed a pair of long, slender, white legs. On her feet were my favorite white high heels, and her bare feet, without stockings, gave me an urge to hold and play with them. Her face, lightly made up, was still so pretty, and her smooth, shoulder-length hair wasn't messy despite the day's busyness, although there was a hint of fatigue on her face. She put down her exquisite black bag, I didn't know the brand, and gave me a sweet smile. The fatigue I had accumulated throughout the day vanished, and even the strong urge to sleep with her faded away. Ting was such a pure and innocent girl to me.

But later, during dinner, looking at her lotus-root-like white arms, and the alluring cleavage that wasn't intentionally exposed but was still partially visible from my angle, my desire reignited.

I can't remember where we started talking, but we eventually drifted into the topic of sex. That day, I tried every means to get us both drunk. Ting actually has a good alcohol tolerance, but perhaps because she was a bit tired from a day's work, she wasn't in good shape. She only drank a little red wine before I led the conversation to become more explicit. She guessed correctly which of the photos I sent were of myself, and I followed up by asking her what she thought. She said she didn't believe it because it was too big (in reality, my penis is only 14 or 15 centimeters, not the legendary 18 or even 20 centimeters "human cannon"). Naturally, I didn't care whether she was complimenting or genuinely thought it was big, and I continued to tease her...

That night, we didn't leave the restaurant until after nine o'clock. Besides wanting to get Ting drunk, another reason was that if I drank, I could legitimately not drive her home. Neither of them mentioned the designated driver; they simply strolled side-by-side through the streets of the university town. The atmosphere grew somewhat romantic, and I took Ting's hand for the first time.

Ting's hands weren't large, but her fingers were long and slender. She didn't have long nails; her delicate skin and slender fingers made her small hands irresistible. Our conversation was devoid of crude jokes or sensitive topics; instead, we talked about amusing anecdotes from daily life, complaints about work, historical tales, and geographical questions encountered while traveling. Yet, this very conversation drew our shoulders closer and closer. Before we

knew it, we had reached the edge of the university town and the city center. This was a teachers' college, and there were many hotels and guesthouses nearby (you know what I mean). I glanced at my watch; it was already past ten. Most students still off-campus at this hour weren't planning to return to their dorms tonight. Many young couples were there; it was obvious what would happen to them tonight. The romantic atmosphere became somewhat subtle. I looked into her eyes—the emotions within were complex, but I was certain I saw a hint of desire.

Whether she wanted to initiate or be passive, if even a trace of desire was present, she wouldn't be leaving tonight.

But I still took precautions—there weren't many people around, so I pulled Ting into my arms, and before she could react, I kissed her lips.

Ting's lips were soft and smooth. My tongue quickly pried open her teeth, which seemed to want to resist but lacked strength, and intertwined with hers.

Tonight was the first time we held hands, and also the first time we kissed. This first kiss seemed to last a long time. Ting's teeth initially tried to resist, and her tongue initially tried to avoid me, but soon, accompanied by heavy, rapid breathing, our tongues were intertwined, exchanging our saliva.

One hand was on Ting's back, while the other was kneading her buttocks. Women who exercise regularly are indeed different; Ting's buttocks were full, firm, and elastic. I couldn't help but think about how wonderful it would feel to penetrate her from behind, and even imagined how stimulating it would be to slap those buttocks.

Ting wrapped her arms around me. Although she was quite tall at 167cm, I was also not short at 182cm. While I didn't have a V-shaped waist, my six-pack abs were still faintly visible. Combined with my rather satisfying bust and shoulders, she could only wrap her arms around me from under my armpits. She tilted her head back, and when I kissed her, I opened my eyes briefly. Her eyes were closed, her face innocent yet with a hint of sexy blush.

After a long while, our lips parted. I adjusted my breathing and tried to keep a calm tone as I said to Ting, "Come with me."

"Mmm..." I still remember how adorable Ting's shy, lowered head in agreement was.

She didn't say a word throughout the entire check-in process; she even gave me her ID card, which I then handed to the front desk.

The first thing she said after entering the hotel was, "Let's take a shower first..." After we entered the room, and I had kissed and caressed her until we were both sweating, she pushed me away, her breath coming in short gasps, and said shyly.

At this point, although my penis was rock hard, a sliver of reason remained. This sliver of reason told me that tonight, Ting's body was mine, and now all I needed to do was not scare her.

I leaned against the wall, looking at Ting tenderly. Ting seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze and turned away. Her hands were on her blouse, unbuttoning it, but she didn't move for a while. I knew Ting wasn't quite open yet. I hugged her from behind, gently breathing into her ear, kissing her earlobe, and licking her earlobe. Her full breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. My hands gently unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time.

As the last button was undone, her breasts, made even fuller by a light blue lace bra, were revealed before me. These were the full breasts I'd fantasized about countless times. Although I'd been with women with large breasts before, when Ting's innocent face and those incredibly sexy, full breasts were displayed before me, I couldn't help but swallow hard.

Perhaps the sound of swallowing was too loud, because I heard Ting chuckle softly in my arms. I wasn't embarrassed; I just gently tugged at them—Ting gasped softly, quickly covering her full breasts, exposed to the air after her bra had fallen down. But these breasts were so full that her small hands could only cover the two sexy nipples.

Ting's body trembled slightly. In September in Stone City, it couldn't be because of the cold. The only reason was probably nervousness—she wasn't a virgin; she knew perfectly well what that hard, thick thing pressing against her through several layers of fabric was.

I gently released our pressed lower bodies, squatted down, and looked at Ting's alluringly curved buttocks through her skirt. Beneath those firm, elastic buttocks, how tight must that vagina be? I gently pulled down Ting's skirt with both hands, revealing her white, full buttocks and matching light blue lace panties. Ting's body stiffened slightly as the skirt fell to the ground. I didn't pay attention to that; instead, I seemed to smell a hint of lewdness.

Perhaps I was overthinking it; Ting's underwear wasn't wet. I wasn't disappointed, and simply slowly pulled it off. Ting resisted a little, her legs tightly closed. But it was futile; in a short while, Ting was completely naked before me.

I pulled Ting around so she was facing me. I smiled at Ting, at her nervousness that prevented her from meeting my gaze—I'd known this woman for over three years, but only now did I realize how alluring she was—tall and voluptuous, with curves in every way; her skin was fair, smooth, and soft. Before, I only thought she had a pretty face and a tall figure, but now I realized that her breasts and buttocks were practically made to ignite male hormones.

I slowly took off my clothes, watching Ting as I did so. She didn't dare look into my eyes, and seemed afraid to look at my body. However, although her head was turned to the side, her eyes kept glancing at my body. As I took off my shirt, she gasped softly, "Oh my god, you have abs..."

I was both amused and exasperated. While I might not look thin, I wasn't obese either, was I? Ting had liked my weightlifting updates on social media; she just assumed I didn't have abs because I'd never shown them off

before? But when I pulled down my pants and underwear, completely naked, exposing my erect penis to her, she trembled but didn't make a sound.

I knew tonight would be a long adjustment period for her.

I pulled Ting into my arms.

I don't like thin people. Regardless of gender, I believe that valuing thinness as beauty is a morbid aesthetic. I lift weights myself, and I enjoy sleeping with women who do. Ting wasn't the strongest weightlifter among the women I'd slept with, but her body felt wonderful—full but not bulky, full of elasticity—making my penis even harder against her smooth belly.

A kiss.

Caresses.

When I entered the bathroom, Ting's pubic hair, perfectly proportioned, was already soaked with her juices.

To ensure our first time had the best possible setting, I had chosen the most upscale-looking double room in the hotel, but being a university-oriented establishment catering to students, the standard was limited, and the shower room wasn't very large. However, this suited me perfectly. Ting tried several times to push me out to shower alone, but the difference in strength was too great, and she eventually gave up.

Although my penis was rock hard, I didn't immediately begin. I put a shower cap on her, dried her body, and applied shower gel… While I certainly took advantage of Ting to some extent, and the sensation of her touch made me happy to serve her, I didn't overly tease her; everything was done as gently as possible.

Ting enjoyed it; I could clearly feel her body gradually relaxing.

There's nothing more satisfying than gradually arousing the woman I love and ultimately satisfying her. Sometimes Ting would close her eyes and tilt her head back, letting me caress her breasts and private parts; other times she would lie on top of me, letting me lather her back and buttocks with shower gel, her full breasts pressing against my chest.

Looking back now, everything was so beautiful. The only regret was that Ting was unwilling to touch my body. Even when I took her little hand to touch my penis, she would recoil as if electrocuted. But it didn't matter; her shyness only made me want her to experience the pleasure a man could give a woman.

Ting's nipples were already hard.

I dried Ting's body, but her private parts wouldn't dry.

I knew it was time.

Stepping out of the small bathroom, the bedroom was quite spacious. Although it was only a few steps, I picked Ting up in a princess carry. She gasped and then tightly hugged my neck. After confirming that I could easily lift her, a blush instantly appeared on her face, and she buried her head in my neck.

Ting smelled so good. It wasn't just the scent of shower gel; perhaps it was a woman's unique fragrance. I stood by the bed, waiting for her to look up.

Looking at the girl in my arms, I suddenly had a strange feeling—a feeling that shouldn't arise during a casual encounter, but rather a feeling I had long ago, when I was making love with my ex-wife when we had a good relationship. This wasn't a simple urge to release sexual desire, but an urge to love and cherish her.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

After a long while, Ting buried her head in my neck, but turned her head and said with utmost gentleness, "Can you turn off the light..."

Ting's eyes were beautiful, large, bright, and clear. Although she wasn't a virgin anymore, she still gave the impression of an innocent young girl. Her face wasn't baby-faced, but it was the kind of pure and innocent look. With that face and her slender, voluptuous, and hot body, how could I possibly want to turn off the light?

I gently placed Ting on the bed. She curled up, her limbs covering her breasts, private parts, and other sensitive areas. Especially under my unwavering gaze, she was so shy that she didn't dare meet my eyes, turning her head away to let her hair cover her pretty face.

I straddled Ting's curled-up body on the bed, my engorged and erect penis waving menacingly in front of her. Although Ting's face was hidden by her hair, her eyes were definitely still on me. From that angle, she naturally saw my excited penis. She trembled, and I saw her head turn away again. At the same time, she quickly reached out a hand to pull the blanket, trying to burrow under it.

I quickly lay down and pressed her beneath me.

Her body was full of elasticity. Unlike the soft feeling of some voluptuous girls, and far superior to those skinny girls, her body excited me immensely.

I looked down at the girl trembling slightly beneath me. Even now, there was a hint of fear in her eyes. I knew that Ting wasn't a promiscuous girl; tonight was probably the first time she had slept with a man other than her boyfriend.

I stroked Ting's cheeks with both hands, and looking back, that was probably the gentlest moment of the whole year. Whether it was the pressure of my hands, the love in my eyes, or the soothing tone in my voice, I tried my best to calm her down. At that moment, even my penis seemed to soften.

The soothing was effective; Ting's trembling gradually subsided, and her breathing calmed.

As the effects of the soothing became apparent, the intensity of my caresses subtly increased. If I wasn't mistaken, Ting's collarbone was one of her sensitive spots. Every time, whether it was a kiss, a lick, or even just a gentle breath on her collarbone, Ting's voice and breath would react.

Ting didn't dare look me in the eye, but she lay beneath me, letting me caress her. Her hands were at her sides, gently clutching the blanket; her long, slender legs tried to close, but my strong body forced them apart, leaving them spread rather lewdly on either side of me.

My mouth slid from Ting's cheeks and earlobes to her collarbone, and then down to her full breasts that made me writhe. Many times, when I looked at her workout photos on social media, I fantasized about her breasts. Now, when those full breasts were truly before my eyes, I didn't know how to describe my feelings. Excitement, nervousness, surprise... none of these could adequately express how I felt at that moment.

These were full, firm, white, and bouncy breasts. Every single one of these words counted. They were so perfectly round that even when Ting was lying down, they didn't disappear or sag to the sides; they were so white and tender that at that moment, I couldn't help but bite Ting's flesh instead of her nipple, because this full, white flesh was like Chinese soft tofu, or Hokkaido white chocolate pudding; they were also so bouncy that no matter how I kneaded or played with them, I only left my finger marks on the white skin, and the breasts quickly returned to their alluring full shape after I let go.

Ting's nipples were small, a pale pink color, with almost no areola, which made her breasts appear even fuller and larger. Her nipples were erect, and my penis naturally became erect again. I thought to myself, "A little nipple play is definitely in order soon."

Ting's abdomen was very smooth. Although she didn't have abs or a six-pack, it was the sexiest abdomen among all the trainers, except for my personal trainer and a few "classmates" from the training studio. Not only was there no excess fat, but her skin was also very smooth. Her navel was a small indentation. I tried to blow air into it, and Ting's laughing lower body bumped against my chin.

I didn't mind at all and continued to move my focus downwards. Next, it was Ting's private parts.

Ting seemed to sense my direction; she struggled to turn to her side and curl up. I wasn't in a hurry either. The naked girl lying on her side beneath me had her arms wrapped around her full breasts, which made them appear even fuller; her legs were curled up, but my gaze was drawn to her long, slender calves.

At 167 centimeters, Ting wasn't particularly tall, but her figure was very well-proportioned. Her calves couldn't compare to those of 170 or even 180 centimeters supermodels, but to be honest, I don't really like supermodel figures. A well-proportioned, full, and healthy figure is what I like best. I knelt on the bed, kneeling in front of Ting's small feet. Ting was still looking at me; she knew that in this position, her vulva was already in my sight. She raised her foot and kicked my face; her size 37 feet had no odor whatsoever. At the same time, she gently pushed my upper body up. But then, I grabbed her foot and placed it against my chest.

Ting was still a little nervous; her feet were a little cold.

I straightened Ting's legs; she was still lying on her side. I licked her ankles, little by little, upwards.

I could clearly feel Ting's body temperature rising.

Reaching the outer thigh, I pulled Ting close. She gasped, lying back on the bed, her left leg quickly pulled in front of me. I knelt in front of Ting's vulva, very, very close.

At this distance, Ting could even feel my heavy breath on her vulva.

I glanced at Ting's face, trying to confirm her gaze, but it was blocked by her high, firm breasts. Before me lay her private parts, her full breasts within reach, and my penis was painfully hard.

But I knew I couldn't rush things with Ting. Her hands, which had been covering her chest, were gone; she was probably covering her face. This girl, completely exposed to the bright lights of the room, exposed to me, a man, yet she covered her face, pretending not to see. Was this ostrich mentality cute or foolish?

I ignored Ting's hands and looked at her private parts.

So full. Her thick labia majora were engorged and parted, her vulva already wet. The dark pubic hair wasn't thick, covering the vulva in a roughly inverted triangle shape. A few very light-colored pubic hairs grew around the vulva and perineum. The skin of her vulva was a pale red, not pink, but it only fueled my desire to penetrate her. Her clitoris was already peeking out excitedly. This was a rare, full vulva, worthy of my labor!

I gently traced the entrance to her vulva with my fingers, causing Ting to moan shyly and wriggle her body.

I gently parted her labia, trying to peek into the inner sanctum, but she struggled free.

I held her legs firmly with my hands and tried to lick her vulva with my tongue. But Ting seemed to sense it; she suddenly struggled violently, staring at me with her face flushed crimson, saying, "Don't lick here, don't..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke.

I laughed, "What's wrong with that? Your vulva is so beautiful..."

"No, don't worry about why, just don't, that's all..." Ting still objected, her voice fading as she spoke.

We'd had enough foreplay; I figured it was time to get down to business. If she wouldn't let me lick her, fine, that was to please her. If she didn't want it, then let's get straight to the point.

I laughed and pushed Ting down onto the bed, embracing her and giving her a deep kiss that made her breath quicken and her breasts heave violently.

I lifted myself up and parted Ting's legs.

We'd known each other for over three years, and I'd been harboring "wicked thoughts" for half a year; finally, we were about to get to base!

But just as the head of my penis was pressed against her vulva, ready to penetrate her with a gentle thrust, Ting cried.

I really dislike women crying, or rather, I'm terrified of women crying. Ting's crying instantly made my penis go limp. I comforted her, telling her not to be afraid, but Ting uttered a few words that shocked me: "Shall we use a condom?"

What the heck?! At this point, she wanted me to use a condom?

And thinking about it carefully, Ting wasn't insisting I use a condom, she was asking "Shall we use a condom?" Did she mean I could choose not to? Actually, I usually use condoms during sex, after all, safety comes first. One-night stands aside, even with regular partners I have sex with regularly, I consider the possibility of pregnancy and use condoms. But since sleeping with Ting, I've even had an impulse to hope she gets pregnant and we start a family. I know this is irrational, but with Ting, I don't seem to be thinking purely with my lower body anymore.

But there was another crucial problem—even if I was willing to use a condom, where could I buy one?

I sighed, preparing to get dressed to buy some (yes, there weren't any in the room; I'd checked, unless they were hidden somewhere hidden), but then Ting said something that shocked me—"I have some in my bag..." Good

heavens! I almost burst into tears. Was the Ting I thought so innocent really a public bus carrying condoms everywhere? While I'm not exactly a master at judging people, I shouldn't have made such a huge misjudgment of a woman, right?

To be honest, "I have some in my bag" was even more off-putting than "Would you like to use a condom?" But Ting's reaction didn't seem so promiscuous; it aligned more with my usual assessment of her. I opened Ting's bag. There weren't many things inside, and I easily found an Okamoto condom—exactly my favorite model.

I looked at Ting questioningly. Ting's face flushed red, and she stammered, "You said you liked this model, so I bought this model..."

I was overjoyed.

Ting isn't a promiscuous woman, and her feelings for me aren't like those casual flings that end at dawn! I'm not sure how much she likes me, but at this moment, I'm certain she does!

I smiled and walked towards Ting: "Help me put it on."

Ting was reluctant. But in the end, I threatened her that if she didn't help me put it on, I wouldn't wear a condom at all. She couldn't resist me and put it on for me.

I hadn't felt this way in a long time; it was a very strange feeling because I knew that, without realizing it, Ting had developed feelings for me, and I had also developed feelings for Ting.

The girl I admired put on a condom, preparing to receive my penetration, while my penis, which had gone limp from Ting's crying, now throbbed fiercely in her small hands.

Perhaps helping a man put on a condom is a hurdle; once a woman overcomes this hurdle, she enters a new phase. My ex-wife was like that, and so is Ting. After the condom was tightly wrapped around my penis, Ting looked up at me, her shyness replaced by a more relaxed demeanor, and said, "It's really big..."

I was delighted, deliberately tucked in my abs, and my hard penis dangled in front of her eyes. She quickly turned her head away, but gently patted my penis with her hand.

I pushed Ting down onto the bed.

Once again, Ting lay on the bed, her private parts pressed against my glans.

I spread Ting's legs into a wide M shape with my hands, her moist private parts clearly displayed before my eyes under the light. Ting's hands gripped the corner of the pillow tightly; it was clear she was very nervous. But she bravely looked directly into my eyes. I didn't know if my gaze was gentle or fierce, infatuated or greedy, but I knew she was waiting, waiting for the second man in her life, which was me.

I held Ting's smooth ankles with both hands and gently thrust my lower body forward.

"Mmm—!" Ting's brows furrowed, her body stiffened, and she seemed to be gritting her teeth, looking like she was in great pain. Yet, her eyes remained fixed on me, filled with pain, but also with a clear encouragement.

My glans was tightly enveloped by a warm, wet vagina.

Meeting Ting's encouraging gaze, I thrust in, not quickly but firmly. The movement of my penis was incredibly smooth; I knew that besides the condom's lubricant, there was a lot of other slippery fluid acting as a lubricant.

The tightness, the wetness, the fiery pleasure from my penis quickly traveled up my spine to the back of my head, and I couldn't help but groan!

Almost simultaneously, Ting's eyes closed tightly, and she let out a slightly painful "Ah!" as her body curled up.

Neither of us moved.

The girl in front of me, although 25 years old, seemed to have really had a problem with her ex-boyfriend.

After a while, Ting finally seemed to adjust a bit, her body gradually relaxing. I lay on top of her, my limbs bearing most of my weight.

Ting and I kissed passionately.

I slowly twisted my body, feeling the pressure of her two full breasts against my chest, feeling the friction of her two hard nipples. With each twist, my hard penis gently stirred inside Ting's hot vagina, causing her to moan softly as we kissed.

After exchanging enough fluids, both of us were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I propped myself up with my arms, looking tenderly at Ting, and she looked back at me tenderly.

I knew that I wasn't having sex, but making love.

I began to thrust gently. The movements weren't large, only about 10 centimeters out before plunging back in completely.

I didn't know exactly how small Ting's ex-boyfriend's penis was; I thought it was just playful thrusting, but Ting quickly became drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, her eyes filled with obvious satisfaction.

Ting was satisfied, while I hadn't even exerted myself fully; I began to focus some of my energy on Ting's breasts. These breasts, perhaps only a D cup or even a C cup in terms of cup size, wouldn't be considered large, but their perfect shape and exceptional feel made them irresistible. My fingers are of average length, but my palms are quite large; perhaps not particularly beautiful, but incredibly strong. I tried to control the pressure as I kneaded them, but whether it was my penis that was too hard and thick, or the force of my hands that was too rough, Ting's brows remained furrowed, and she wore a pained expression.

However, not long after I relaxed my hands and penis, Ting's small hand, tightly gripping the pillow, covered mine: "Don't stop, keep going..."

The girl's already asking for this, what's there to be shy about?

The finger marks on her white breasts deepened.

The thrusting in and out of my lower body gradually reached a level I enjoyed, but Ting might not be able to handle.

The withdrawal and insertion of my penis began to produce the squelching sounds of her juices.

Soon, clear and loud "slap slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding filled the air.

All of this was still far from my limit, but Ting seemed completely immersed in it. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, then rapid. At first, she tried to hold back her noise, then moaned continuously from her nose, and finally cried out rhythmically with my thrusts!

Even in this most traditional position, I was already thoroughly enjoying myself.

Ting was undoubtedly enjoying herself even more. I don't know how much time passed—five minutes? Ten minutes? Although I changed the rhythm in between, I probably still thrust over a thousand times in the end. Just when I felt my penis almost merge with Ting's vagina, Ting climaxed.

Ting's climax was very easy to see; her lower abdomen was almost completely spasming.

The tightness of her vagina at that moment, and the hot sensation from my penis, made me want to thrust wildly until I ejaculated.

But I didn't; I wanted to give Ting as many orgasms as possible.

Ting gradually calmed down, our genitals still joined together.

"You're so amazing..." Ting's face was flushed.

I bent down and continued to kiss her deeply.

This time, her body was limp as if it were falling apart, but her tongue responded powerfully to mine.

My breathing became rapid again.

I pulled out my penis, and Ting let out a soft gasp, then looked at me with confusion.

I smiled: "Lie on your stomach."

Ting's pretty face flushed red, but she obediently rolled over.

But when she stopped moving, I was both amused and exasperated—her back was arched high; this was hardly a doggy-style position!

I didn't know how much sexual experience Ting had, so I stroked her back, comforting her and helping her relax. Ting trusted me, and slowly, her back sank down, her pert buttocks becoming the highest point.

The scene before me made my blood boil—Ting, this tall, voluptuous, beautiful woman, had raised her pert buttocks, the result of countless squats, high, her legs slightly parted, her wet private parts exposed before my eyes.

"Ah—!!" A scream rang out.

The scene before me was too erotic; this time, I couldn't resist, and my thrusting speed increased slightly.

Ting's body seemed to be in the mood—this time, she didn't stiffen; her arched back quickly relaxed, and then, with my thrusting, she began to moan rhythmically again.

Besides my coach, Ting was the most comfortable woman I'd ever had from behind. Each time my lower abdomen slammed against her full, round buttocks, the bouncy sensation, the clear sound of flesh colliding, the gentle ripples on her buttocks, the ecstatic pleasure from the instant friction in her vagina—all of it made me almost lose control.

My thrusting rhythm quickened, and Ting's breathing became labored.

She stopped moaning in sync with my thrusts, instead trying to maintain her breathing and keep moaning.

Her moans contained both pain and, more importantly, pleasure.

I had originally planned to stay with Ting a little longer, but for some reason, I couldn't control myself when it came to doggy style. My thrusting became faster and faster, not only did Ting's pleasure build rapidly, but mine did too.

Fine, I'll just ejaculate like this.

I stopped controlling the rhythm, letting my penis pound in and out of Ting's vagina like a pile driver. My hands naturally didn't miss her full breasts; I pulled Ting up, her upper body pressed against my chest. She glanced back at my burning gaze, responding to my passionate kisses, her hands covering my kneading of her breasts, all while enduring my vigorous thrusts…

I wasn't sure if Ting had ever had sex like this before, but she was undoubtedly adapting to and enjoying the stimulation I was giving her.

A while later, Ting was too weak to sit up. She lay limp on the bed, using her last strength to arch her buttocks to meet my thrusts.

“Ah—!!” Ting suddenly looked up, then suddenly collapsed back down, her body trembling. I knew Ting had reached another climax.

I didn't give Ting a moment to catch her breath. She trembled and cried out, “Wait, wait…”

This time I didn't answer. I continued thrusting violently. Because I knew I was also at my limit—my millions of sperm were ready to be released.

Ting's body was limp on the bed, she didn't even have the strength to lift her buttocks. I held Ting's buttocks and thrust wildly, the force of my penis pushing all the way in with each stroke, pressing her incredibly bouncy buttocks even further in, accompanied by a loud "smack." Ting could no longer moan; she could only make sounds like "uh" and "oh" to indicate that she was still conscious.

It was probably a few dozen seconds after Ting's second orgasm, but judging by the pace, I think I thrust in and out over a hundred times. I couldn't take it anymore, and I didn't want to control myself. With a tingling sensation, a long-lost tingling sensation shot through the back of my head, and thick semen gushed out in spurts!

Although it had only been a little over a week since our last time having sex, this time it felt like I hadn't had sex in ages, and my threshold was incredibly low. I originally thought I could last a long time, but this time, for some reason, I felt like I came very quickly.

Ting and I lay in each other's arms, both of us drenched in sweat.

However, the air conditioning in the room was still very effective, and after a short while, Ting and I both felt a little cold.

Straightening up, I realized that my penis was still half-erect inside Ting's vagina.

Ting noticed it too, looking shy, and shifted her hips, letting my penis slide out halfway. However, when my penis left her vagina, her body involuntarily trembled twice.

I looked at the condom, and I have to say, I ejaculated a lot this time. I looked at Ting with a wicked grin.

Ting saw the condom and my gaze. She glared at me, then struggled to get up and headed for the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, not throwing away the condom I'd taken off, but placing it on the bedside table. I savored the wonderful feeling of our recent sex, while also asking myself a question: Why did a simple hookup evoke such a stirring in my heart? Was it because Ting was my type that I slept with her, or because I genuinely liked her and wanted to sleep with her?

My mind was a bit of a mess.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

I didn't want to dwell on those questions and went into the bathroom as well.

"You pervert! Get out!" Ting yelled.

I ignored her, walked straight into the shower, and pulled Ting into my arms.

"You pervert, get out..." Ting was a little anxious, but her resistance was still weak and feeble.

The hot water felt warm and comfortable on my skin. "A home with 24-hour hot water"—how wonderful it would be to have a girl like Ting waiting for you in this home.

I actually had this thought.

Ting was held in my arms and kissed passionately, her body going limp.

What hardened were her nipples and my penis.

After a quick rinse and drying, I carried Ting back to the bed.

I wanted to taste Ting's vagina, but she firmly stopped me. I was puzzled and tried to explain to Ting that it really wasn't a big deal, but she wouldn't listen. I got a little angry and wanted to force myself on her, but Ting suddenly sighed. I realized I might have touched a sensitive spot and stopped.

Ting was smart; she looked at me and asked, "Do you think I'm also a woman who can be tricked into bed?"

Honestly, although I had feelings for her before, I still wanted to sleep with her more, but now I really might have more affection than lust! I sighed too: "Women can be tricked into bed, so of course you can too, except today you weren't tricked into bed by me, but we slept together because we were mutually attracted."

"Mutual attracted? How were we mutually attracted?" Ting's expression was complicated.

“Ting,” I composed myself and took a deep breath, “I know you might think I’m a worldly man taking advantage of your vulnerability, but I want you to know that you’re not just a friend with benefits to me, but a friend, and I… I hope you’ll be my girlfriend in the future.”

I’ve forgotten if the above dialogue was exactly what I said, but that was the gist of it. And at that moment, I didn’t even know if my own words were true or false.

But I clearly remember Ting smiling.

“Do you know why I don’t want you to lick me there? To tell you the truth, I feel that if you lick me there, I should lick you there too. I’ve never licked a man’s there before. My ex-boyfriend wanted me to give him oral sex many times, but I never agreed. Honestly, I do have feelings for you, and I can’t sleep with a man I don’t like, but I feel that we’re impossible. But still, thank you, thank you so much…” As she spoke, Ting’s eyes reddened.

"Are all law students this rigid...?" I don't know what got into me, but I blurted out, "What does it matter to me whether you lick me or not? Girl, let me tell you, you're a law student, and you're forcing your values on others, you know that? If you were in business, you'd be forcing people to buy and sell, you know that?"

After saying that, I suddenly felt like my brain short-circuited, and I muttered to myself, "I'm doomed." But Ting wasn't angry; she actually burst out laughing!

"You're a lunatic..." Ting laughed and scolded me.

I stuck out my tongue, but then I pressed Ting down, my face towards her private parts, my penis supposed to be facing her face, though I didn't know if she was seeing it. I roared, "I'm going to lick you today! I don't need anything in return!" Actually, I was a little nervous after saying that, after all, she was a judge. If something went wrong, and she accused me of rape, no lawyer could save me.

But Ting didn't react; I only heard her sigh. I became alert and stopped what I was doing. Just then, I heard Ting's voice from between my legs: "You just said you wanted me to be your girlfriend, was that true?"

At this point, even if it was false, I had to say it was true, especially since I didn't know for sure myself. I answered clearly, "If it's true, you have to say yes!"

I was even moved by my own words.

But, to my utter surprise, my penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, moist vagina!

Ting's vagina was right in front of me, and I knew exactly where my penis was.

To be honest, Ting's oral sex skills weren't very good, but—this was Ting's first time giving oral sex!

Thinking of this, my penis seemed to instantly grow larger, and it didn't seem to be my imagination. I heard Ting's muffled moans of "Mmm..." from between my legs.

I could clearly feel Ting moving her head up and down to let my penis go in and out of her mouth. I couldn't imagine how much psychological barrier Ting had overcome to give me her first time giving oral sex.

In terms of sexual experience, I was much better than Ting. Recovering from the surprise and ecstasy of Ting giving me oral sex, I covered her vulva with my tongue.

The feeling of my penis being enveloped lessened noticeably as Ting moaned repeatedly from my licking.

More and more sticky fluid accumulated in her mouth.

"Okay, lie down!" Ting commanded from below.

This was the first time Ting had given me a clear order tonight.

I wasn't worried about what Ting would do; I simply lay down quietly as she asked. My penis stood erect.

Ting's pure and pretty face appeared before me: "I've licked you there, do you still want to kiss me?"

There was no verbal reply; Ting's lips were smeared with her own vaginal fluid.

After a long while, Ting pulled away from me, a tear on her face.

I was still in shock when Ting laughed: "You big bad guy! I don't care what happens in the future, tonight, tonight I'm your girlfriend!"

Then, Ting retreated to my crotch, gave me a sweet smile, lowered her head, and began to give me oral sex diligently!

Watching my thick, long penis go in and out of Ting's small mouth, I felt a surge of wild joy. I don't know if this ecstasy came from Ting agreeing to be my girlfriend, from her trust in me, or simply from the fact that I had taken her first oral sex. In any case, my penis stood up very proudly and firmly, and no matter how much Ting licked and swallowed, there was no sign of me ejaculating.

It was Ting's first time performing oral sex, so she was quite inexperienced, and many of her movements were inefficient. She tried hard, I could see, but she was wasting a lot of energy, and her pace gradually slowed.

I laughed, lifted myself up, and pulled Ting close. She lay on top of me, and we kissed again.

We kissed until we were both breathless, and she laughed again: "You big bad boy, I've let you take advantage of me so much!" I was completely bewildered: "Huh?"

Ting bit her lip, as if making a decision: "You will be my first man."

I was even more bewildered: "Huh??"

Ting buried her head in my chest, and with a voice I could barely hear, said something that filled me with ecstatic joy: "I've never let him penetrate me without a condom before. Come on, I'm yours..."

I was the one who froze.

I tried to not appear so excited, but I think my expression, my movements, everything about me betrayed my excitement. But I didn't care anymore. I rolled over and pinned Ting beneath me: "Are you serious?"

Ting turned her head away, not speaking, but just gripping my wrists tightly with both hands.

I was trembling with excitement.

My glans pressed against the entrance of Ting's vagina.

This time, there wasn't even a 0.00000001 millimeter of obstruction.

"Ah..." Ting let out a soft cry.

"Oh—!" That was my moan.

It was so intoxicating! This tight, wet, and fiery vagina! The first time I had truly experienced the penetration of a man's penis! And this penis was mine!

Ting was crying, her body was trembling, and I didn't dare to thrust, which Ting sensed.

"Continue, I'm yours..." Ting didn't look at me, but she said this.

After the previous "trial and error," this time Ting and I were much more in sync. Ting was getting wet more and more, the thrusting was very smooth, and the kissing was very passionate. Ting's breasts, Ting's shoulders, Ting's collarbone... every part was being greedily kissed and even bitten; Ting's back, Ting's buttocks, Ting's little feet... every part was being caressed and even ravaged. Although we had just finished our first time a few tens of minutes ago, this time Ting and I seemed to have suddenly developed a tacit understanding.

Soon, Ting and I were both drenched in sweat, and Ting's vaginal fluids were so abundant that they soaked our pubic hair and even our entire lower bodies.

At first, I pinned Ting down on the bed, starting with a gentle rhythm, then gradually controlling the pace, until I felt Ting was close to orgasm and thrust frantically, helping her reach another climax smoothly. This time, my penis was exceptionally hard, each thrust incredibly smooth, and with each withdrawal, I could see the hot, wet fluids from her vagina being drawn out. Each insertion caused Ting's full breasts to sway alluringly with each powerful impact, her small nipples tracing enticing circles.

Then, I had Ting lie on top of me, and I moved my body back and forth horizontally on the bed. This was a first for her; she wasn't a skinny girl, but her full yet not bulky body felt incredibly good to me. We both recovered our strength in this slow, intimate position.

Then, using the position I had just ejaculated in, the pleasure of entering Ting from behind almost made me ejaculate again. This time, I even slapped Ting's buttocks twice during penetration. If it weren't for the immediately visible handprints (though they faded quickly), the bouncy feel and her ecstatic gasps might have made me fall in love with this little action I hadn't previously enjoyed. However, in return, Ting experienced another orgasm.

We then tried standing doggy style, but unfortunately, this was Ting's first time in this position, and our coordination wasn't great. In the end, I simply pulled her into my arms, her legs locking around my waist, and my penis thrust into her vagina while I was standing, causing her to gush with fluids. To be honest, given Ting's height, this position was a bit awkward. I still prefer doing this with a 158cm tall (adult) girl, but Ting's breasts swayed in front of me, and the dazed look in her eyes… I couldn't resist, and I surprisingly lasted a long time.

Finally, we returned to the most traditional position, and I began my thrusting. This time, my previous hard work finally paid off—Ting actively moved her lower body to meet my thrusts!

Ting, who works out regularly, has quite good stamina for a girl. Although I'm a homebody, I'm not a total shut-in. Going to the gym to lift weights and running in the university across the street isn't unusual for me, so my stamina is more than enough for Ting.

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed through the room. I figured if this were a cheap hotel, complaints from the neighbors would be inevitable. Even if the soundproofing could block out the sounds of flesh colliding, I doubted this decent hotel could completely block out Ting's delicate yet loud moans.

Ting had already had two orgasms.

My penis was also on the verge of ejaculation.

"Wait, wait..." Ting's third orgasm arrived. Her body trembled again, and her face showed that painful yet ecstatic expression.

During her orgasm, Ting's vagina tightened and loosened. I didn't have time to waste. With the stimulation of my penis being directly gripped by her vagina, I released my semen.

Generally speaking, during consecutive sex, the second ejaculation shouldn't produce more semen than the first.

However, this ejaculation seemed exceptionally stimulating. I felt like I lost my sight, and all I could feel was hearing and touch. The sensation of touch came from my entire body, from the wet, slippery feeling of my hands to the warmth of Ting's body, but most of all, it was the pleasure from my penis. This pleasure quickly spread from my vas deferens to my lower abdomen, and then instantly throughout my entire body. My body trembled and shuddered uncontrollably, as if all the heat in my body was flowing from my vas deferens to my urethra, and then gushing out.

I don't even know how long I ejaculated this time. After I finished, I released Ting's slender waist, and she lay down, panting heavily. My penis slid out of Ting's vagina. For a moment, my brain went blank for a few seconds, then I regained consciousness.

My vision slowly returned.

Looking down, I saw Ting lying limply on the bed, her full body naked, covered in fragrant sweat, her white skin covered with my teeth marks and handprints. Her full breasts rose and fell slowly but violently with her breathing. Finally, my gaze locked onto Ting's private parts—the amount of semen flowing out was much more than I had imagined.

I glanced at my phone; it was almost midnight. From entering the room around 10 PM until now, including two showers, it's been a little over an hour. It wasn't a long time, but it was the most satisfying sex I'd had in a long time.

I sat cross-legged, adjusting my breathing, recovering my strength. Looking down at my penis, it had softened, a complete contrast to its earlier aggressive state.

Tonight, he had his fill.

Tonight, I had my fill too.

Ting took a long time to recover.

"You came inside me, didn't you?" Ting's voice was calm, so calm it scared me a little.

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

A moment of silence.

"Let's take a shower," Ting said softly.

I knew we had succeeded, because this time Ting said "we."

After this time, we both drank a lot of water, because we had been so wild.

I hadn't been this excited and exerted this much in a long time. As for Ting, it was her first time with a man other than her ex-boyfriend, her first time receiving oral sex, her first time being penetrated without a condom and even having ejaculated inside her, plus the new positions I introduced her to… Tonight, it's hard to say who gained more. The only thing we had in common was that we were both drenched in sweat. Even though the air conditioning was working well, looking at the obvious water stains on the blankets, it was clear that Ting and I, especially Ting, needed to recover more than just our physical strength.

Showering together naturally involved some flirting. There was even a bit of playful fighting. But we didn't do it a third time.

After all, it was Monday, a long day, and we had to go to work tomorrow. After showering, it was already past midnight.

In Stone City in the summer, even late at night, the sound of air conditioning was still audible.

Ting slept soundly in my arms. Even with her eyes closed, her fair face was so pure and alluring, so endearing.

I tossed and turned.

Ting was the kind of girl I liked most—beautiful, educated, with a good job, and her personality was exactly what I wanted. But, having been divorced for three years, and accustomed to having different women in my arms every quarter, even every month, could I really be with her?

I knew that when I considered these questions, I already wanted to be with her.

But as someone who's been divorced, I also knew these were all just questions.

Oh well, who cares? With such a virtuous wife, what more could a husband ask for?

I drifted off to sleep. Later, many things happened between Ting and me. Leaving aside the later events, at least in this moment, looking at Ting sleeping peacefully in my arms, thinking that this beautiful trainee judge was the woman I had just deeply ejaculated inside, and knowing that this was her first time, this was probably the most satisfying moment of 2018 for me. At

22, after graduating from university, I married the girl I had been classmates with for four years and shared a bed with for three—it seemed like the perfect love and marriage. However, after the marriage, I started working tirelessly, while she stayed on campus to pursue her postgraduate studies. Although we were still very much in love at first, and still shared a bed every night, more and more distance gradually grew between us. Finally, on National Day in 2015, after nearly six months of protracted litigation, a mediation agreement finally brought my first marriage to an end. The female

protagonist in this article is not the judge in this lawsuit. At the time, she was the court clerk in my divorce case. A court clerk is somewhat like a nurse in a hospital, an assistant to the judge, with a heavy workload, and is the court staff who have the most contact with the parties involved. From the initial phone call informing me that my ex-wife was filing for divorce, to organizing mediation between us after the court hearing, and later handing me the legal documents, she was basically the one running around the clock, except when the judge appeared in court.

The judge in charge of this case was a menopausal woman, supposedly a deputy presiding judge. Although she spoke fluently about cases and cited legal provisions, and frankly, she was quite attractive and worth a fling, her attitude during the hearing made me reluctant to talk to her much. On the contrary, the female protagonist of this story, let's call her Ting, had a very pleasant voice and a gentle demeanor. Actually, I wasn't particularly attracted to her at the time. I had a lot of worries at work, and the divorce was certainly a major concern, but I couldn't bring myself to get angry in front of her.

At the time, my feeling towards Ting was simply comfortable. She wasn't the kind of woman you'd immediately want to sleep with (later I realized I wasn't really in the mood and didn't notice her sexiness), but rather a girl who made you feel incredibly comfortable—delicate features, fair skin, neat hair, a sweet smile, and a gentle voice—the kind of girl who, after seeing and interacting with you, makes you want to be with you cleanly rather than sleep with you.

There was actually a little incident during the trial. My sex drive is quite strong, and when the judge asked my ex-wife about the reasons for the divorce, she said a lot, including that I raped her after marriage, that I had sex too frequently, and that even when she didn't want to, I often forced myself on her, sometimes for a whole week straight. I was furious at the time, wondering who was so wet and moaning so loudly when I penetrated her. But just as I was about to explode, I saw Ting's fair face suddenly turn red with embarrassment while she was taking her statement, and my anger inexplicably vanished.

Perhaps the deeper the love, the deeper the resentment at the time of separation. My ex-wife was extremely critical of me during the divorce, even demanding that I leave with nothing. I asked myself, although I had cheated, I hadn't spent much money, contracted any diseases, or let her know, so I couldn't claim to have caused her any emotional harm. We had no children and were both willing to divorce, but despite my significant concessions regarding the property, we still couldn't reach an agreement in one go. We went to court twice and underwent numerous mediations. In between, Ting added me and my ex-wife on WeChat for easier communication.

However, at the time, I genuinely had no ulterior motives towards Ting.

After the case was closed, Ting didn't delete me. After those chaotic days passed, and my career and life gradually returned to normal, I saw an update from Ting on WeChat Moments and, on a whim, browsed through her posts. Back then, WeChat didn't seem to have the option to show only three days' worth of Moments posts like it does now. I scrolled all the way to Ting's earliest Moments post, which I think was from 2012. It seemed to be her private WeChat account (I later learned that it really was; shortly after adding me in 2015, she registered a new WeChat account specifically for adding clients and lawyers). Judging from her Moments, she was a very outstanding girl. She loved dogs, sports, food, and travel. Besides law, she also loved history and geography. Of course, she would occasionally post a few selfies, but they weren't the glamorous or pretentious kind; they were more playful. Everything about her was exactly my type. Besides law and selfies, her other interests were also my areas of expertise. Coupled with her delicate features and gentle voice, I started trying to interact with Ting on Moments.

However, Ting already had a boyfriend at the time, and I kept my distance from people in the court system. So, although I thought Ting was a nice girl, I didn't cross any lines.

Perhaps it was because I wasn't very aggressive in approaching her, and because I moved to a city two hours away from her in 2016, that Ting wasn't very wary of me. Ting and I went from liking each other's posts on WeChat Moments to leaving comments, and then chatting on WeChat; our relationship grew increasingly intimate. Of course, this intimacy remained purely platonic. Although I returned to Stone City at the end of 2017, we met two or three times almost every month, either having a meal at a restaurant we wanted to try or sitting down for an afternoon chat at Costa, but we never actually held hands.

The turning point came in early 2018.

While I wouldn't say I'm a master of understanding women, I sensed something was off about Ting's WeChat Moments updates. I casually asked her how she was doing, and when she didn't give a direct answer, I was pretty sure she was experiencing some trouble. However, at that time, she had already become a judge's assistant (simply put, a trainee judge), and there were some updates she made to encourage herself and tease the parties involved (later she said she had deleted all the other parties except me, including my ex-wife), so it probably wasn't work-related; she started working out in the summer of 2016, and her figure got better and better (especially her breasts, which got bigger and bigger than others', which is one of the reasons why my desire to sleep with her grew stronger and stronger), so it probably wasn't physical either; she was very filial, and would post birthday wishes for her parents on social media, so it probably wasn't family-related; after thinking it over, it must have been emotional.

With a general direction in mind, the rest was just chatting with her, of course, without lacking care and sweet talk. Women are sometimes very complicated, and some of their thoughts are just impossible for men to understand; but sometimes they are also really easy to pursue. Perhaps it was because my own conditions were not bad, or perhaps after more than two years of communication, she had become more trusting of me, anyway, she gradually started to tell me a lot of private things.

Among them, the two most important things for me to sleep with her were: first, her boyfriend was not good in bed; second, even with such a boyfriend, he still cheated on her!

I'd seen Ting's ex-boyfriend on her social media; he seemed quite handsome. But regardless, as time went on, their relationship not only failed to mend, but grew increasingly distant.

I have to thank her boyfriend; although he was a jerk to Ting, he was a godsend for me—a few months later, at 25, an age when Ting was no longer a young girl and should have been married with children, he successfully made her a single woman!

Ting wasn't the kind of woman you could easily win over, but during my single period, given my circumstances and our relationship, sleeping with her wouldn't be too difficult. I started increasing the frequency of our conversations, subtly increasing the frequency of my dirty jokes, and occasionally using stories about my ex-wife (some true, some false) to comfort or tease her. I could sense that although we were still good friends on the surface, her heart was moving closer to me. Especially in the hottest month of August, I once left some flirtatious comments under one of her sexy workout photos. She wasn't angry at all; instead, she boldly teased me about my prowess. How could I let such an opportunity slip by? Our conversations began to contain more obvious flirting, and the topics of sex gradually increased, including my past "rape" of my ex-wife. She was very interested and particularly enjoyed it when I talked about sex.

I knew I had a 99% chance of sleeping with Ting.

However, since Ting had only experienced two relationships and one man, she was still quite reserved, and I also had my own bed partner, so there wasn't any substantial progress. Then came September of that year.

September in Stone City is a city inseparable from air conditioning. September is a relatively free time for me, and my pent-up desires are starting to stir. My bed partner (she's a teacher) is busy, and my conversations with Ting are getting increasingly explicit. My messages to her often include a lot of erotic pictures, and I tease her into sending me her photos—the private kind, of course. She doesn't reply, but she doesn't refuse either.

One Monday afternoon at the end of September, near the end of the workday, after finishing a bunch of things, I was scrolling through my WeChat Moments when I saw that Ting had just updated her Moments, complaining about attending three very mentally taxing court sessions that day and being a little overwhelmed. That's not really a big deal, but the key thing is seeing the blush on her face in the picture—whether from the heat or something else—that suddenly made me really want to have sex with her. I texted Ting asking if I wanted to feed her some protein (semen), and she immediately understood and scolded me for being indecent. I continued teasing her while sending her some erotic pictures and asking her to send me her photos again. She still didn't agree, but demanded that I send her pictures of my private parts. I sent her photos of my penis and nude photos (without showing my face), along with other men's penises and nude photos I found online, and asked her to guess.

Ting didn't reply for a while after I sent the pictures. Although I really wanted to sleep with her, I wasn't that desperate. Seeing that it was almost time to leave work, I sent her a message, nothing provocative, just asking her to have dinner.

Even with the dinner invitation, Ting didn't reply. Just when I had given up on having dinner with her that night, she finally messaged me. She said she had just organized a meeting, which was why she hadn't replied. Ting asked me to go to a trendy restaurant in the university town on the outskirts of the city first, and she would join me later. Actually, I wasn't particularly excited at that moment; perhaps my hormones were a little more normal.

However, when I waited for Ting at the restaurant, my lust, which had subsided not long ago, reignited—she was wearing a simple, elegant white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt, which made my long-desired breasts appear even fuller, and revealed a pair of long, slender, white legs. She was wearing my favorite white high heels, and her bare feet, without stockings, gave me an urge to hold and caress them. Her face, lightly made up, was still so delicate, and her smooth, shoulder-length hair wasn't messy despite the day's work, though there was a hint of fatigue on her face. She put down her exquisitely crafted black bag (I didn't know the brand), gave me a sweet smile, and instantly dispelled the fatigue I'd accumulated throughout the day, even fading my earlier strong urge to sleep with her. Ting was such a pure and innocent girl.

But later, during dinner, looking at her lotus-root-like white arms, and the alluring cleavage that wasn't intentionally exposed but was still partially visible from my angle, my desire reignited.

I can't remember where we started talking, but we ended up discussing intimate matters. That day, I tried to get us all to drink. Ting actually has a good alcohol tolerance, but perhaps because she was tired from work, she wasn't in good shape. She only drank a small amount of red wine before I led the conversation to become more explicit. She guessed correctly which of the photos I sent were of myself. I followed up by asking her what she thought, and she said she didn't believe it because they were too big (in reality, my penis is only 14 or 15 centimeters, not the legendary 18 or even 20 centimeters "human cannon"). I naturally didn't care whether she was complimenting or genuinely thought it was big, and continued to tease her...

That night, we didn't leave the restaurant until after nine o'clock. Besides wanting to get Ting drunk, another reason was that if I drank, I could legitimately not drive her home. Neither of us mentioned the designated driver; we just strolled slowly side by side on the streets of the university town. The atmosphere became a little romantic, and I held Ting's hand for the first time.

Ting's hands weren't big, but her fingers were long and slender. She didn't have long nails; her delicate skin and slender fingers made me love her little hands. In our conversation, there were almost no dirty jokes or sensitive topics. Instead, we talked about interesting things in life, complaints about work, some historical anecdotes, and some geographical questions that might arise when traveling. But even in this kind of conversation, our shoulders drew closer and closer.

Before I knew it, we had reached the edge of the university town and the city center. This was a teachers' college, and there were many hotels and guesthouses nearby (you know what I mean). I glanced at my watch; it was already past ten. Most of the students still off-campus at this hour weren't planning to go back to their dorms tonight. There were many young couples; it was obvious what would happen tonight. The romantic atmosphere became a little subtle. I looked into her eyes—the emotions within were complex, but I was certain I saw a hint of desire.

Whether she wanted to be the one to initiate or the one to be passive, as long as there was even a trace of desire, she wouldn't be leaving tonight.

But I still took precautions—at this moment, there weren't many people around. I pulled Ting into my arms, and before she could react, I kissed her lips.

Ting's lips were soft and smooth. My tongue quickly pried open her teeth, which seemed to want to resist but lacked strength, and intertwined with hers.

Tonight was the first time we held hands, and also the first time we kissed. This first kiss seemed to last a long time. Ting's teeth initially resisted, and her tongue tried to avoid me, but soon, accompanied by heavy, rapid breathing, our tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva.

One hand was on Ting's back, while the other kneaded her buttocks. Women who work out regularly are indeed different; Ting's buttocks were full, firm, and elastic. I couldn't help but imagine how ecstatic it would feel to penetrate her from behind, even imagining the stimulating sensation of slapping her buttocks.

Ting wrapped her arms around me. Although she was quite tall at 167cm, I was not short at 182cm either. While I didn't have a V-shaped waist, my six-pack abs were still faintly visible. Combined with my rather satisfying bust and shoulders, she could only wrap her arms around me from under my armpits. She tilted her head back, and I opened my eyes to look at her while kissing her. Her eyes were closed, her face innocent yet with a hint of sexy blush.

After a long while, our lips finally parted. I adjusted my breathing and tried to keep a calm tone as I said to Ting, "Come with me."

"Mmm..." I still remember how adorable Ting's shy, lowered head in agreement was.

She didn't say a word throughout the entire check-in process; she even gave me her ID card, which I then handed to the front desk.

The first thing she said after entering the hotel was, after we entered the room, after I kissed and caressed her until we were both sweating, she pushed me away, her breath coming in short gasps, and said shyly, "Let's take a shower first..."

At this point, although my penis was rock hard, I still retained a sliver of reason. This sliver of reason told me that tonight, Ting's body was already mine, and now all I needed to do was not scare her.

I leaned against the wall, looking at Ting tenderly. Ting seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze and turned away. She unbuttoned her shirt with both hands, but after a while, she didn't move. I knew that Ting wasn't quite open yet. I hugged Ting from behind, gently breathing into her ear, kissing her earlobe, and licking and nibbling at it. Her full breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. My hands then gently unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time.

As the last button was undone, her breasts, made even fuller by a light blue lace bra, were revealed before me. These were the full breasts I had fantasized about countless times. Although I had been with women with large breasts before, when Ting's innocent face and those incredibly sexy, full breasts were displayed before me, I couldn't help but swallow hard.

Perhaps the sound of swallowing was too loud, because I heard Ting in my arms chuckle. I didn't feel embarrassed; I just gently tugged at them—Ting gasped softly, quickly covering her full breasts, exposed to the air after her bra had fallen down. But these breasts were so full that her small hands could only cover the two sexy nipples.

Ting's body trembled slightly. In September in Stone City, it couldn't be because of the cold. The only reason was probably nervousness—she wasn't a virgin; she knew clearly what that hard, thick object, pressed against her body through several layers of fabric, was.

I gently released our pressed lower bodies, squatted down, and looked at Ting's alluringly curved buttocks through her skirt. How tight must her vulva be beneath those firm, elastic flesh? I gently pulled down Ting's skirt, revealing her white, full buttocks and matching light blue lace panties. Ting's body stiffened slightly as the skirt fell to the ground. I didn't pay much attention to that; instead, I seemed to smell a hint of lewdness.

Perhaps I was imagining things; Ting's panties weren't wet. I wasn't disappointed; I simply slowly pulled them off. Ting resisted slightly, her legs tightly closed. But it was futile; in a moment, Ting was completely naked before me.

I turned Ting around, so she faced me. I smiled at Ting, at the woman who was too nervous to meet my gaze—I'd known this woman for over three years, but at this moment, I realized just how alluring she was—tall and voluptuous, with curves in every way; her skin was fair, smooth, and soft. I used to think she was just pretty with a tall figure, but now I realize her breasts and buttocks are practically made to ignite male hormones.

I slowly took off my clothes, glancing at Ting as I did so. She avoided my eyes, and seemed afraid to look at my body. Although her head was turned to the side, her eyes kept glancing at my body. When I took off my shirt, she exclaimed softly, "My God, you have abs..."

I was both amused and exasperated. While I might not look thin, I wasn't obese either, was I? Ting liked my weightlifting updates on social media; she just assumed I didn't have abs because I hadn't shown them off

before? But when I pulled down my pants and underwear, completely naked, exposing my erect penis to her, she trembled but didn't make a sound.

I knew tonight would be a long and difficult night for her.

I pulled Ting into my arms.

I don't like thin people. Regardless of gender, I believe that valuing thinness as beauty is a morbid aesthetic. I lift weights myself, and I also enjoy sleeping with girls who lift weights. Ting isn't the strongest weightlifter among the women I've slept with, but her body feels amazing to me—full but not bulky, full of elasticity—making my penis even harder as it pressed against her smooth lower abdomen.

We kissed.

We caressed.

When we went into the bathroom, Ting's pubic hair, perfectly proportioned, was already wet with her juices.

To ensure our first time had the best possible setting, I had chosen the most luxurious-looking double room in the hotel, but being a university-oriented hotel, its standards were somewhat limited, and the shower room wasn't very large. But that suited me perfectly. Ting tried several times to push me out to shower alone, but the difference in strength was too great, and she eventually gave up.

Although my penis was rock hard, I didn't immediately start. I put a shower cap on her, dried her body, and applied shower gel… While I certainly took advantage of Ting to some extent, and the sensation in my hands made me happy to serve her, I didn't overly tease her; everything was done as gently as possible.

Ting was enjoying herself; I could clearly feel her body gradually relaxing.

Nothing is more satisfying than gradually arousing the woman I love and finally satisfying her. Sometimes Ting would close her eyes and tilt her head back, letting me caress her breasts and private parts; other times she would lie on top of me, letting me lather her back and buttocks with shower gel, her full breasts pressing against my chest.

Looking back now, everything was so beautiful. The only regret was that Ting wasn't willing to touch my body. Even when I guided her small hand to my penis, she would recoil as if electrocuted. But it didn't matter; this shyness only made me want her to experience the pleasure a man could give a woman.

Ting's nipples were already hard.

I dried Ting's body, but her private parts wouldn't dry.

I knew it was time.

Leaving the small bathroom, the bedroom was quite spacious. Although it was only a few steps, I picked Ting up in a princess carry. She gasped and then tightly hugged my neck. After confirming that I could easily lift her, a blush instantly spread across her face, and she buried her head in my neck.

Ting smelled so good. It wasn't just the scent of shower gel; perhaps it was a woman's unique fragrance. I stood by the bed, waiting for her to lift her head.

Looking at the girl in my arms, I suddenly had a strange feeling, a feeling that shouldn't arise during a casual encounter, but rather a feeling I had long ago, when I was making love with my ex-wife when we had a good relationship. This wasn't a simple impulse to release sexual desire, but an impulse to love and cherish her.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. After a long

while, Ting still buried her head in my neck, but turned her head and said with utmost gentleness, "Can you turn off the light..."

Ting's eyes were beautiful, large, bright, and clear. Although she wasn't a virgin, she still gave the impression of an innocent young girl. Her face wasn't baby-faced, but it was the kind of face that was very pure. With that face paired with her slender, voluptuous, and hot body, how could I possibly want to turn off the light?

I gently placed Ting on the bed. She was curled up, her limbs covering her breasts, private parts, and other sensitive areas. Especially under my unwavering gaze, she was too ashamed to meet my eyes, turning her head away to let her hair obscure her pretty face.

I straddled Ting's curled-up body on the bed, my engorged, erect penis waving menacingly in front of her. Although her face was hidden by her hair, her eyes were definitely still on me. From that angle, she naturally saw my excited penis. She trembled, and I saw her head turn away again. At the same time, she quickly reached out a hand to pull the blanket, trying to burrow under it.

I quickly lay down and pressed her beneath me.

Her body was full of elasticity. Unlike the soft, yielding feeling of some voluptuous girls, and far superior to those skinny girls, her body excited me immensely.

I looked down at the girl trembling slightly beneath me. Even now, there was a hint of fear in her eyes. I knew Ting wasn't a promiscuous girl; tonight was probably the first time she'd slept with a man other than her boyfriend.

I stroked Ting's cheeks with both hands; looking back, it was probably the gentlest moment of the entire year. Whether it was the pressure of my hands, the love in my eyes, or the soothing tone in my voice, I tried my best to calm her down. At that moment, I felt even my penis soften.

The soothing was effective; Ting's trembling gradually subsided, and her breathing calmed.

As the effects of the soothing became apparent, the intensity of my caresses subtly increased. If I wasn't mistaken, Ting's collarbone was one of her sensitive spots. Every time, whether it was a kiss, a lick, or even just a gentle breath on her collarbone, Ting's voice and breathing would react.

Ting avoided looking me in the eye, yet lay beneath me, letting me caress her. Her hands were at her sides, gently clutching the blanket. Her long, slender legs tried to close, but my strong body forced them apart, leaving them spread rather lasciviously on either side of me.

My mouth slid from Ting's cheek and earlobe to her collarbone, then down to her full breasts that had me swoon. Many times, I had fantasized about her breasts while looking at her workout photos on social media. Now, with those full breasts truly before my eyes, I didn't know how to describe my feelings. Excitement, thrill, nervousness, surprise… none of these could adequately express the emotions I felt at that moment.

These were full, firm, white, and bouncy breasts. Every single one of those words was essential. It was so perfectly round that even when Ting was lying down, it didn't disappear or sag to either side; it was so white and tender that at that moment I couldn't help but bite Ting's breast flesh instead of her nipple, because this full, white, tender flesh was like Chinese soft tofu or Hokkaido white chocolate pudding; it was also so bouncy, no matter how I kneaded or played with it, it only left my finger marks on the white skin, and the breast quickly returned to its alluring full shape after I let go.

Ting's nipples were not large, and the color was a light pink, with almost no areola, which made her breasts appear even fuller and larger. Her nipples were already erect, and my penis naturally became erect again. Soon, breast sex would definitely be inevitable, I thought to myself.

Ting's lower abdomen was very smooth. Although she didn't have abs or a six-pack, apart from my personal trainer and a few "classmates" from the personal training studio, Ting's lower abdomen was the sexiest. Not only was there no excess fat, but the skin was also very smooth. Her navel was a small indentation. I tried blowing air into it, but Ting's laughing lower body bumped against my chin.

I didn't mind at all and continued to focus on her

lower body. Next, it was Ting's private parts. Ting seemed to sense my direction; she struggled to turn to her side and curl up. I wasn't in a hurry either. The naked girl lying on her side beneath me had her arms wrapped around her full breasts, which made them appear even fuller; her legs were curled up, but my gaze was drawn to her long, slender calves.

At 167 centimeters, Ting wasn't particularly tall, but her figure was very well-proportioned. Her calves couldn't compare to those of 170 or even 180-centimeter supermodels, but to be honest, I didn't really like that kind of figure. A well-proportioned, full, and healthy figure was what I liked best. I knelt on the bed, kneeling in front of Ting's small feet. Ting was still looking at me; she knew that in this position, the fleshy slit of her private parts was already in my sight. She lifted her foot and kicked it against my face. Her size 37 feet had no odor whatsoever. At the same time, she gently pushed my upper body up. But then, I grabbed her foot and placed it against my chest.

Ting was still a little nervous; her feet were a bit cold.

I straightened Ting's legs. She was still lying on her side. I licked her ankles, little by little.

I could clearly feel Ting's body temperature rising.

When I reached the outer thigh, I pulled Ting close. She gasped and lay back on the bed. I quickly pulled her left leg in front of me. I knelt down in front of Ting's genitals, very, very close. At

this distance, Ting could even feel my heavy breath on her genitals.

I glanced at Ting's face, trying to confirm her gaze, but it was blocked by her high, firm breasts. Her genitals were right in front of me, and her full breasts were within reach. My penis was hard and a little painful.

But I knew I couldn't rush things with Ting. Her hands, which had been clasped to her chest, were gone;

she was probably covering her face. This girl, completely exposed to the bright room lights, exposed to me, a man, yet she covered her face, pretending not to see. Was this ostrich mentality cute or just plain silly? I ignored Ting's hands and looked at her private parts.

So full. Her thick labia majora were engorged and parted, her vulva already a mess. The dark pubic hair wasn't thick, covering the vulva in a roughly inverted triangle shape. A few very light-colored pubic hairs grew around the vulva and perineum. The skin of her vulva was a pale red, not pink, but it only fueled my desire to penetrate her. Her clitoris was already peeking out excitedly; this was a rare, full vulva, worthy of my labor!

I gently traced the entrance of her vulva with my fingers, causing Ting to moan shyly and writhe her body.

I gently parted Ting's labia minora, wanting to peek into her inner world, but Ting twisted her body and broke free.

I used my hands to hold Ting's legs firmly in place and stuck out my tongue to lick her vulva. But Ting seemed to sense it; she suddenly struggled violently, staring directly at me, her cheeks flushed crimson, and said, "Don't lick here, don't..." As she spoke, her voice trailed off.

I laughed, "What's wrong with that? Your vulva is so beautiful..."

"No, don't worry about why, just don't, that's it..." Ting still objected, her voice fading as she spoke.

We'd had enough foreplay; I figured it was time to get down to business. If she wouldn't let me lick her, so be it. After all, it was to please her, and she didn't want it, so let's get straight to the point.

I laughed and pushed Ting down onto the bed, embracing her and giving her a deep kiss, kissing her until her breathing quickened and her breasts heaved violently.

I lifted myself up and parted Ting's legs.

We'd known each other for over three years, and I'd been harboring "wicked thoughts" for over half a year; finally, we were about to reach base!

But just as my glans was pressed against her vulva, ready to penetrate her with a gentle push, Ting cried.

I really dislike women crying, or rather, I'm terrified of women crying. Ting's crying instantly made my penis go limp. I comforted her, telling her not to be afraid, but Ting uttered a few words that shocked me: "Shall we use a condom?"

What the heck?! At this point, she wants me to use a condom?

And thinking about it carefully, Ting wasn't insisting I use a condom, she was asking "Shall we use a condom?" Does that mean I can choose not to? Actually, I usually use condoms during sex, after all, safety comes first. One-night stands aside, even with regular partners I have sex with, I consider the possibility of pregnancy and use condoms. But since sleeping with Ting, I've even had an impulse to hope she gets pregnant and we start a family. I know this is irrational, but with Ting, I don't seem to be thinking purely with my lower body anymore.

But right now there's a very important problem—even if I'm willing to use a condom, where can I buy condoms?

I sighed, preparing to get dressed to buy condoms (yes, there weren't any in the room; I'd checked, unless they were hidden somewhere). But then Ting said something that shocked me—"I have some in my bag..." Good

heavens! I almost burst into tears. Was the Ting I thought so innocent really a public bus carrying condoms? While I'm not exactly a master at judging people, surely I wouldn't make such a huge misjudgment of a woman?

Honestly, "I have some in my bag" was even more off-putting than "Would you like to wear a condom?" But Ting's reaction didn't seem so promiscuous; it aligned more with my usual assessment of her. I opened Ting's bag. There wasn't much inside, and I easily found an Okamoto condom—exactly my favorite model.

I looked at Ting questioningly. Her face flushed, and she stammered, "You said you liked this model, so I bought this model..."

I was overjoyed.

Ting wasn't just not a promiscuous woman, but she didn't treat me like one of those casual sex partners who parted ways at dawn! I wasn't sure how much she liked me, but at that moment, I was certain she did!

I smiled and walked towards Ting: "Help me put it on."

Ting was reluctant. But in the end, I threatened her that if she didn't help me put it on, I wouldn't wear a condom at all. She couldn't resist me and put it on for me anyway.

I hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was a strange feeling, because I knew that, without realizing it, Ting had developed feelings for me, and I had also developed feelings for her.

The girl I admired put on a condom, preparing to receive my penetration. My penis, which had gone limp from Ting's crying earlier, now throbbed fiercely in her small hands.

Perhaps helping a man put on a condom is a hurdle; once a woman overcomes it, she enters a new phase. My ex-wife was like that, and so was Ting. After the condom was tightly wrapped around my penis, Ting looked up at me, shy but clearly more open than before, and said, "It's really big..."

I was happy, and deliberately tightened my abdominal muscles, my hard penis dangling in front of Ting's eyes. She quickly turned her head away, but gently patted my penis with her hand.

I pushed Ting down onto the bed.

Once again, Ting lay on the bed, her private parts pressed against my glans.

Ting's legs were spread into a wide M shape by my hands, her moist private parts clearly displayed before my eyes under the light. Ting's hands gripped the corner of the pillow tightly; it was clear she was very nervous. But she bravely looked me straight in the eye. I didn't know if my gaze was gentle or fierce, infatuated or greedy. I knew she was waiting, waiting for the second man in her life—me.

I grasped Ting's smooth ankles with both hands and gently thrust my hips forward.

"Mmm—!" Ting's brows furrowed, her body stiffened, and she seemed to be gritting her teeth, looking like she was in great pain. Yet her eyes still met mine, her gaze filled with pain, but also with clear encouragement.

My glans was tightly enveloped by a warm, moist opening.

Meeting Ting's encouraging gaze, I thrust in, not quickly but firmly. The movement of my penis was incredibly smooth. I knew that besides the condom's lubricant, there was a lot of other slippery fluid acting as a lubricant.

The tightness, the wetness, the fiery pleasure from my penis quickly traveled up my spine to the back of my head, and I couldn't help but groan!

Almost simultaneously, Ting's eyes closed tightly, and she let out a slightly painful "Ah!" as her body curled up.

Neither of us moved.

The girl in front of me, though 25, seemed to have really been impotent with her ex-boyfriend.

After a while, Ting finally seemed to adjust, her body gradually relaxing. I lay on top of her, my limbs bearing most of my weight.

Ting and I kissed passionately.

I slowly twisted my body, feeling the pressure of her full breasts against my chest, feeling the friction of her hard nipples. With each twist, my hard penis gently stirred inside Ting's hot vagina, causing her to moan intermittently as we kissed.

After exchanging enough fluids, both of us were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I propped myself up with my arms, looking tenderly at Ting, and she looked tenderly back at me.

I knew that I wasn't having sex, but making love.

I began to thrust gently. The movements weren't large, only about 10 centimeters out before plunging back in completely.

I didn't know exactly how small Ting's ex-boyfriend's penis was. I thought it was just flirtatious thrusting, but Ting quickly became drenched in sweat, panting heavily, with a clear look of satisfaction in her eyes.

Ting was very satisfied, while I hadn't even exerted myself properly. I started focusing some of my energy on Ting's breasts. These breasts, perhaps only a D cup or even a C cup in terms of cup size, weren't considered large, but their perfect shape and excellent feel made them irresistible. My fingers are of average length, but my palms are quite large. They might not be very pretty, but they are very strong. I tried to control the pressure when kneading, but whether it was because my penis was too thick and hard, or because my hands were too rough, Ting's brows were constantly furrowed, and she had a pained expression on her face.

However, not long after I relaxed my hands and penis, Ting's small hand, which was tightly gripping the pillow, covered mine: "Don't stop, keep going..."

The girl is asking for this, what's there to be embarrassed about?

The finger marks on her white breasts became deeper and deeper.

The thrusting in my lower body gradually entered a level that I liked, but Ting might not be able to handle.

The withdrawal and insertion of my penis began with the squelching sounds of her juices.

Soon, the sounds of flesh colliding became clear and loud.

This was far from my limit, but Ting seemed completely immersed in it. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, then rapid. At first, she tried to hold back her noise, then moaned continuously from her nose, and finally cried out rhythmically with my thrusts!

Even in this most traditional position, I was already thoroughly enjoying myself.

Ting was undoubtedly enjoying herself even more. I don't know how much time passed—five minutes? Ten minutes? Although I changed the rhythm, I estimated I had thrust over a thousand times. Just when I felt my penis was almost completely integrated with Ting's vagina, she climaxed.

Ting's climax was very noticeable; her lower abdomen was almost completely spasming.

The tightness of her vagina at that moment, and the burning sensation from my penis, made me want to thrust wildly until I ejaculated.

But I didn't. I wanted to give Ting as many orgasms as possible.

Ting gradually calmed down, our genitals still joined.

"You're so amazing..." Ting's face was flushed.

I bent down and continued to kiss her deeply.

This time her body was limp as if it were falling apart, but her tongue responded powerfully to mine.

My breathing became rapid again.

I pulled out my penis, and Ting let out a soft gasp, then looked at me with confusion.

I smiled: "Lie on your stomach."

Ting's pretty face flushed, but she obediently rolled over.

But when she stopped moving, I was both amused and exasperated—her back was arched high, how could this be a doggy style position?

I didn't know how much sexual experience Ting had, so I stroked her back, comforting her and helping her relax. Ting trusted me, and slowly, her back sank down, her pert buttocks becoming the highest point.

The scene before me made my blood boil—Ting, this tall, voluptuous, beautiful woman, raised her pert buttocks, which she had worked out countless times with squats, high in the air, her legs slightly parted, her wet private parts exposed before my eyes.

"Ah—!!" A scream rang out.

The scene before me was too erotic, and this time I couldn't resist, thrusting in a little faster.

Ting's body seemed to be in the mood—this time, she didn't stiffen; her arched back quickly relaxed, and then, with each thrust, she began to moan rhythmically again.

Besides my coach, Ting was the most comfortable woman I'd ever had from behind. Each time my lower abdomen slammed against her full buttocks, the bouncy sensation, the clear sound of flesh colliding, the faint ripples on her buttocks, the ecstatic pleasure from the instant friction in her vagina—all of it made me almost lose control.

My thrusting rhythm quickened, and Ting's breathing became labored.

She no longer moaned in response to my thrusts, but instead tried her best to maintain her breathing and continue moaning.

These moans contained both pain and, more importantly, pleasure.

I had originally planned to stay with Ting a little longer, but for some reason, when it came to doggy style, I couldn't control myself. My thrusting became faster and faster, and not only was Ting's pleasure rapidly accumulating, but mine was too.

Fine, I'll just ejaculate here.

I stopped controlling the rhythm, letting my penis pound in and out of Ting's vagina like a pile driver. My hands naturally didn't miss her full breasts. I pulled Ting up, her upper body pressed against my chest. She looked back at my burning gaze, responding to my passionate kisses, covering my hands as I fondled her breasts, all the while enduring my intense thrusting…

I wasn't sure if Ting had ever had sex like this before, but she was undoubtedly adapting to and enjoying the stimulation I was giving her.

A while later, Ting was too weak to sit up. She lay limp on the bed, using her last strength to arch her buttocks, welcoming my thrusts.

"Ah—!!" Ting suddenly looked up, then suddenly collapsed back down, her body trembling. I knew Ting had reached another climax.

I didn't give Ting a moment to catch her breath. She trembled and cried out, "Wait, wait…"

This time I didn't answer. I continued thrusting intensely. Because I knew I was also at my limit—my millions of sperm were ready to be released.

Ting's body was limp on the bed, too weak to even lift her buttocks. I held Ting's buttocks, thrusting wildly, the force of my penis pushing all the way in, pressing her incredibly bouncy buttocks even deeper with each thrust, accompanied by a loud "smack." Ting could no longer moan; she could only make "uh" and "oh" sounds to indicate she was still conscious.

It was probably only a few dozen seconds after Ting's second orgasm, but at that pace, I think I thrust over a hundred times. I couldn't take it anymore, and I didn't want to control myself. With a jolt, a long-lost tingling sensation shot through the back of my head, and thick semen gushed out in spurts!

Although it had only been a little over a week since our last time having sex, this time it felt like I hadn't had sex in ages, my threshold was incredibly low. I originally thought I could last a long time, but this time, for some reason, I felt like I came very quickly.

Ting and I lay in each other's arms, both drenched in sweat.

However, the room's air conditioning was still very effective; after a short while, Ting and I both felt a little cold.

Straightening up, I realized my penis was still half-erect inside Ting's vagina.

Ting noticed too, looking shy, and shifted her hips, letting my penis slide out slightly. However, as my penis left her, her body involuntarily trembled twice.

I glanced at the condom; I have to admit, I ejaculated quite a lot this time. I looked at Ting with a wicked grin.

Ting saw the condom and my gaze, rolled her eyes at me, and then struggled to get up and headed for the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, not throwing away the condom, but placing it on the bedside table. I savored the wonderful feeling of our recent sex, while also asking myself a question: Why did a simple hookup evoke such a feeling of attraction? Was it because Ting was my type that I slept with her, or because I genuinely liked her and wanted to sleep with her?

My mind was a bit of a mess.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

I didn't want to think about those questions anymore and went into the bathroom.

"You pervert! Get out!" Ting yelled.

I ignored Ting and went straight into the shower room, pulling her into my arms.

"You pervert, get out..." Ting was a little anxious, but her resistance was still weak and feeble.

The hot water felt warm and comfortable on my skin. "A home with 24-hour hot water"—what a wonderful life it would be to have a girl like Ting waiting for you in this home.

That thought even crossed my mind.

Ting was held in my arms and kissed passionately, her body going limp.

What hardened were her nipples and my penis.

After a quick rinse and drying, I carried Ting to the bed.

I wanted to taste Ting's vagina, but she firmly stopped me. I was puzzled and explained to Ting that it really wasn't a big deal, but she wouldn't listen. I got a little angry and wanted to force myself on her, but Ting suddenly sighed. I realized I might have touched a sensitive spot and stopped.

Ting was clever. She looked at me and asked, "Do you think I'm also a woman who can be tricked into bed?"

Honestly, well, although I had feelings for her before, I wanted to sleep with her more. But now, I genuinely think my feelings for her outweigh my lust! I sighed, "Women can be tricked into bed, so of course you can too. It's just that today you weren't tricked by me, but rather we slept together because we were mutually attracted."

"Mutual attracted? How were we mutually attracted?" Ting's expression was complicated.

"Ting," I composed myself and took a deep breath, "I know you might think I'm a worldly man taking advantage of your vulnerability, but I want you to know that you're not just a friend with benefits to me, but a friend, and I hope you'll be my girlfriend in the future."

I've forgotten if the above was the exact wording, but that's the gist of it. And at that moment, I didn't even know if my own words were true or false.

But I clearly remember Ting smiling.

"Do you know why I don't want you to lick me there? To tell you the truth, I feel that if you lick me there, I should lick you there too. I've never licked a man's there before. My ex-boyfriend wanted me to give him oral sex many times, but I never agreed. To be honest, I do have feelings for you, and I can't sleep with a man I don't like, but I feel that we're impossible. But, thank you, thank you so much..." As she spoke, Ting's eyes reddened.

"Are all law students this rigid..." I don't know what got into me, but I started to complain, "What does whether you lick me or not have to do with whether I want to lick you? Girl, let me tell you, you're supposed to be a law student, you know that you're forcibly imposing your values on others? If you were in business, you'd be forcing people to buy and sell, you know that?"

After saying that, I suddenly felt like my brain short-circuited, and I muttered to myself that I was doomed. But Ting wasn't angry at all; she actually burst out laughing!

"You're a lunatic..." Ting laughed and scolded me.

I stuck out my tongue, then immediately pinned Ting down, my face towards her genitals, my penis supposed to be facing her face, though I wasn't sure if she was even looking. I roared, "I'm going to lick you today! I don't need anything in return!" But a little nervously, I realized the other person was a judge; if something went wrong and they accused me of rape, no lawyer could save me.

But Ting didn't react; I only heard her sigh. I snapped back to reality and stopped. Then I heard Ting's voice from beneath me: "You said you wanted me to be your girlfriend, was that true?"

At this point, even if it was false, I'd have to say it was true, especially since I didn't know for sure myself. I answered clearly, "If it's true, you have to say yes."

I was even moved by my own words.

But, to my utter surprise, my penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, moist vagina!

Ting's vagina was right in front of me; I knew perfectly well where my penis was.

To be honest, Ting's oral sex skills weren't very good, but—after all, this was Ting's first time!

Thinking about this, my penis seemed to instantly grow larger, and it didn't seem to be my imagination; I heard Ting's muffled moans of "Mmm..." coming from below.

I could clearly feel Ting moving her head up and down to let my penis in and out of her mouth. I couldn't imagine how much psychological barrier Ting had overcome to give me her first oral sex experience.

In terms of sexual experience, I was far superior to Ting. Recovering from Ting's surprise and ecstasy at giving me oral sex, my tongue covered Ting's vulva.

The feeling of my penis enveloping her lessened noticeably as Ting moaned repeatedly from my licking.

More and more sticky fluid accumulated in her mouth.

"Alright, lie down!" Ting commanded from below.

This was the first time Ting had given me a clear order tonight.

I wasn't worried about what Ting would do; I simply lay down quietly as she asked. My penis stood erect.

Ting's pure and pretty face appeared before me: "I've licked you there, do you still want to kiss me?"

There was no verbal reply; Ting's lips were smeared with her own vaginal fluid.

After a long while, Ting pulled away from me, a tear on her face.

I was still in shock when Ting laughed: "You big bad guy! I don't care what happens in the future, tonight, tonight I'm your girlfriend!"

Then, Ting retreated to my crotch, gave me a sweet smile, lowered her head, and began to give me oral sex!

Watching my thick, long penis go in and out of Ting's small mouth, I felt a surge of wild joy. I don't know if this elation stemmed from Ting agreeing to be my girlfriend, from her trust in me, or simply from the fact that I had given her her first oral sex. In any case, my penis stood proudly erect, and no matter how much Ting licked and swallowed, there was no sign of ejaculation.

Ting was, after all, giving oral sex for the first time, and she was quite inexperienced; many of her movements were inefficient. She tried hard, I could see, but she was wasting a lot of energy, and gradually the pace slowed down.

I smiled, lifted myself up, and pulled Ting close. She lay on top of me, and we kissed again.

We kissed until we were both breathless, then she laughed again: "You big bad boy, I've let you take advantage of me so much!" I was completely bewildered: "Huh?"

Ting bit her lip, as if making a decision: "You will be my first man."

I was even more bewildered: "Huh??"

Ting buried her head in my chest, and with a voice I could barely hear, said something that filled me with ecstatic joy: "I've never let him penetrate me without a condom before, come on, I'm yours..."

I was the one who froze.

I tried to not show my excitement, but I think my expression, my movements, everything about me betrayed my excitement. But I didn't care anymore, I rolled over and pinned Ting down: "Are you serious?"

Ting turned her head away, not speaking, but just gripping my wrists tightly with both hands.

I was trembling with excitement.

My glans pressed against the entrance of Ting's vagina.

This time, there wasn't even a 0.00000001 millimeter of obstruction.

"Ah..." Ting let out a soft cry.

"Oh—!" That was my moan.

It was so intoxicating! This tight, wet, and hot vagina! This was the first time I'd truly experienced the penetration of a man's penis! And this penis was mine!

Ting was crying, her body trembling. I didn't dare thrust, and Ting sensed it.

"Continue, I'm yours..." Ting didn't look at me, but she said this.

After the previous "trial and error," this time Ting and I were much more in sync. Ting was getting wet more and more, the thrusting was very smooth, and the kissing was very passionate. Ting's breasts, Ting's shoulders, Ting's collarbone... every part was greedily kissed and even bitten; Ting's back, Ting's buttocks, Ting's little feet... every part was caressed and even ravaged by me. Although we had just finished our first time a few tens of minutes ago, this time Ting and I seemed to have suddenly developed a tacit understanding.

Soon, both Ting and I were drenched in sweat, and Ting's vaginal fluids were so abundant that they soaked our pubic hair and even our entire lower bodies.

At first, I pressed Ting down on the bed, from a gentle rhythm, to controlling the rhythm of the time, to thrusting desperately when I felt Ting was about to climax, allowing Ting to smoothly reach another climax. This time, my penis was exceptionally hard, each thrust smooth and fluid. Each withdrawal brought forth the hot, wet juices from her vagina, and each insertion caused her full breasts to sway alluringly with each powerful impact, her small nipples tracing enticing circles.

Then, I had Ting lie on top of me, and I moved my body back and forth horizontally on the bed. This was her first time trying this position. She wasn't a skinny girl, but her full yet not bulky body felt incredibly good to me. We both recovered our strength in this slow, intimate position.

Then, using the position I had just ejaculated in, the pleasure of entering Ting from behind almost made me ejaculate again. This time, I even slapped Ting's buttocks twice during thrusting. If it weren't for the immediately visible handprints (though they faded quickly), the bouncy feel and her ecstatic gasps might have made me fall in love with this little gesture I hadn't previously enjoyed. But as a reward, Ting experienced another orgasm.

We then tried standing doggy style, but unfortunately, it was Ting's first time trying this position, and our coordination wasn't great. In the end, I simply pulled her into my arms, her legs locking around my waist, and my penis thrust in and out of her vagina while I was standing, making her wet with desire. To be honest, given Ting's height, this position was a bit awkward. I still prefer doing this with a 158cm tall (adult) girl, but Ting's breasts swayed in front of me, and the dreamy look in her eyes... I couldn't resist, and I surprisingly lasted a long time.

Finally, we returned to the most traditional position, and I began my thrusting. This time, my previous hard work finally paid off—Ting actively moved her lower body to meet my thrusts!

Ting, who works out regularly, has pretty good stamina for a girl. But although I'm a homebody, I'm not a complete shut-in. Going to the gym to lift weights and running in the university across from my house isn't unusual for me, so my stamina was more than enough for Ting.

The sounds of our bodies colliding echoed throughout the room. I figured if this were a cheap hotel, complaints from the neighbors would be inevitable. Even if the soundproofing could block out the sounds of flesh colliding, I doubted that this decent hotel could completely block out Ting's delicate yet loud moans.

Ting had already orgasmed twice.

My penis was also on the verge of ejaculation.

"Wait, wait..." Ting's third orgasm arrived, her body trembling again, her face showing that painful yet ecstatic expression.

During her orgasm, Ting's vagina tightened and loosened, and I didn't have time to waste. Stimulated by the direct gripping of her vagina on my penis this time, I released my semen.

Generally speaking, during consecutive sex, the second ejaculation shouldn't produce more semen than the first.

However, this ejaculation seemed exceptionally stimulating. I seemed to lose my sight, my body only able to hear and feel. The touch came from all over my body, from the wet and slippery feeling from my hands to the warmth of Ting's body, but most of all, it was the pleasure from my penis. The pleasure spread rapidly from my vas deferens to my lower abdomen, then instantly throughout my entire body. My body trembled and shuddered uncontrollably, as if all the heat in my body was flowing from my vas deferens to my urethra, gushing out.

I don't even know how long I ejaculated this time. After I finished, I released Ting's slender waist, and she lay down, panting heavily. My penis slid out of Ting's vagina. For a moment, my brain went blank for a few seconds before I regained consciousness.

My vision slowly returned.

Looking down, I saw Ting lying limply on the bed, her full body naked, covered in fragrant sweat, her white skin covered with my teeth marks and handprints. Her full breasts rose and fell slowly but violently with her breathing. Finally, my gaze locked onto Ting's private parts—the semen that had flowed out was much more than I had imagined.

I glanced at my phone; it was almost midnight. From entering the room around 10 PM until now, including two showers, it had been a little over an hour. It wasn't a very long time, but it was the most satisfying sex I had had in a long time.

I sat cross-legged, adjusting my breathing and recovering my strength. Looking down at my penis, it had gone limp, a complete contrast to its earlier menacing state.

Tonight, he had his fill.

Tonight, I had my fill too.

It took Ting a long time to come to her senses.

"You came inside me, didn't you?" Ting's voice was calm, so calm it scared me a little.

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

A moment of silence.

"Let's go take a shower," Ting said softly.

I knew we had succeeded, because this time Ting said "we."

After this round of sex, we both drank a lot of water, because we had been so wild.

I hadn't been this excited and exerted this much in a long time. As for Ting, it was her first time with a man other than her ex-boyfriend, her first time giving oral sex, her first time being penetrated without a condom and even having ejaculated inside her, plus the new positions I introduced her to... Tonight, it's hard to say who gained more. The only thing we had in common was that we were both drenched in sweat. Even with the air conditioning working well, the obvious water stains on the blankets showed that Ting and I, especially Ting, needed more than just physical recovery.

Showering together naturally involved some flirting. There was even a little playful fighting. But we didn't do it a third time.

After all, it was Monday, a long day, and we had to go to work tomorrow. It was already past midnight when we finished showering.

In Stone City in the summer, even late at night, the sound of air conditioning was never lacking.

Ting slept soundly in my arms, seemingly very peacefully. Her fair face, even with her eyes closed, was so pure and alluring, so lovable.

I tossed and turned.

Ting was the kind of girl I liked most—beautiful, educated, with a good job, and her personality was exactly what I wanted. But, having been divorced for three years, and accustomed to having different women in my arms every quarter, even every month, could I really be with her?

I knew that when I considered these questions, I already wanted to be with her.

But as someone who's been divorced, I know these are all problems.

Oh well, who cares? With such a virtuous wife, what more could a husband ask for?

I drifted off to sleep. Later, many things happened between Ting and me. But I won't go into the details. At least in this moment, looking at Ting sleeping peacefully in my arms, thinking that this beautiful trainee judge was the woman I had just deeply ejaculated inside, thinking that this was her first time, this must have been the most satisfying moment of 2018 for me.

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