Good family colleague

There are about ten people in my department, mostly women. My colleague across from me is Ping, a beautiful young woman my age, 1.67 meters tall, slim, cheerful, always smiling, and with a wonderfully good temper. We've worked together for years, and I've never seen her argue with anyone. We get along well; we often play cards together in our free time, and we frequently help each other with our work.

Let me explain my job: at the end of each month, I have to collect some reports and such. This isn't an easy task for a man, because sitting there calculating and compiling statistics is really tedious. I hate collecting reports the most, and Ping always helps me with this. Women are definitely better at this kind of work than men; they're meticulous and can sit still for long periods.

A little while later, Ping helped me finish checking one set of reports, but the one I checked myself still had some data discrepancies. Ping, annoyed by my carelessness, took the report to check it for me. She quickly spotted the problem and started scolding me, "Idiot, what are your eyes for? Come and look! It's wrong here!"

We usually get along very well, so we often joke around and no one takes it seriously. She always calls me "careless" and "idiot." I admired how quickly she found the problem, so I got up and went behind Ping to see where the error was.

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

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

I had been married for less than a year at the time, and we weren't lacking in sex. My wife was also very beautiful (I'm not exaggerating; it's not just some online article that says she's beautiful. My wife is truly beautiful. When we go out, she gets a lot of attention. Her most beautiful feature is her tiny feet in size 36 shoes—they're indescribably beautiful. I'll write about my wife another time). Although Ping was also pretty, I only considered us good colleagues and friends, and I had absolutely no ulterior motives.

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

I took the report back to my desk and quickly corrected it. The report for this month was finally finished, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I started looking at Ping again, but by this time, I had developed wicked thoughts towards her.

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

As we talked, the topic turned to pregnancy. Ping asked me, "Has Mei (my wife) shown any signs of pregnancy?" I said no. Ping said, "You've been married for so long, when are you planning to have a baby?" I said we'll wait and see.

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

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

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

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

I said, "That strong?"

Ping said, "No, when it kicks me, I can feel its little toes from the outside."

I said, "You're just talking nonsense, I don't believe you."

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

She pulled my hand and placed it next to her belly button, saying, "This little thing loves to kick here. If you put it here, it will kick you in a while."

Because my erect penis had already shrunk back down while I was editing the report, when I put my hand on Ping's big belly, even through her skirt, my penis quickly became erect again.

Even now, I firmly believe that Ping was definitely not trying to seduce me. She treated me as a good friend or wanted to show me her pride in becoming a mother. She probably had no defenses against me at the time and didn't know that I had already developed impure thoughts about her.

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

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

Ping said, "Fun! Then you should hurry up and work harder so you can touch Mei's belly every day, hehehe..."

I smiled too, but my hand remained on Ping's belly. Ping said, "Okay, I'm a little hungry now. Look, we're the only two working hard. Everyone else has left, let's go too. I can buy some food on the way."

I said, "What's the rush? This little guy is so much fun. I haven't touched him enough yet. The one that kicked me just now must have been his left foot. Let me see where his right foot is."

My hand hadn't moved from Ping's belly, but now I slowly moved it to the other side. Ping didn't say anything, just smiled at me. She probably found it funny that I was being so mysterious about her big belly.

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

My mind was racing – what should I do next? What if Ping got angry? We were good friends and worked across from each other; what would happen if she turned on me?

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

Suddenly, I had an idea. I looked up and asked her, "Can this little guy talk in there?"

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

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

My hand naturally rested on Ping's stomach, my ear close to her navel, my hand positioned below the elastic band of her underwear. The movement was casual; Ping didn't speak, so I couldn't discern her expression. As

I slowly moved my ear across her stomach, I said, "Little one, say something, Uncle's listening."

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

I grasped her hand that was pushing my head away, my ear still pressed tightly against her stomach, while my other hand gently stroked her lower abdomen. Her grip tightened noticeably. "Don't do this, it'll be bad if someone sees us like this, we should go."

This time, I could hear a hint of fear in her voice. Actually, our department was on the fourth floor (the top floor), along with the conference room and archives. Usually, few people outside our department went up to the fourth floor, especially since it was the weekend, and most of the other staff had probably already left.

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

Whether it was excitement or the heat, I felt Ping's hands were sweaty. I easily pulled my hand away and started caressing her again. Before, I hadn't dared to move my hands, but now I was truly caressing her. I didn't rush to her crotch, just gently touching her lower abdomen. Ping grabbed my hand again, and I struggled free again.

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

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

I stuck out my tongue and licked the bulging nipple. My hand slowly slipped under Ping's wide maternity dress and touched her thigh. Ping trembled again and tried to grab my hand, but I easily freed it from under the dress. I moved towards the inside of her thigh and slowly moved upwards. Although Ping tried to close her legs, I still reached her underwear.

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

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

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

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

Ping's breasts weren't very large, but they felt full, and her nipples were large and erect. I wanted to see them, so I left Ping's lips and slowly kissed downwards. Ping didn't stop me this time, but she just tightly gripped her skirt with both arms to prevent me from pulling it down any further.

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

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

Her voice was soft and gentle. I immediately felt an unbearable throbbing below. I kissed Ping's lips again. This time, she didn't clench her teeth, and my tongue entered smoothly, then began to swirl vigorously. Although Ping didn't cooperate, she didn't stop me either, simply letting my tongue roam freely in her mouth… I slowly pulled

Ping close, wanting her to sit in my chair. Ping hesitated, but with my insistence, she sat down. I immediately turned around, closed the office door, and turned off the lights. When I returned to Ping, I noticed that her skirt, which had been pulled down, had been pulled up to her shoulders, and she was holding the top of the skirt with her hands.

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

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

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

Soon, I felt Ping's breathing quicken. Because Ping's legs were tightly pressed together, I couldn't reach her crotch. I reached out to pull down her panties, but Ping immediately grabbed them. Seeing her resolute expression, I didn't try again, but continued to caress her vulva through her panties.

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

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

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

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

Because Ping kept pushing my head away, and she was sitting there, I couldn't lick below her labia. It was also uncomfortable to bend over, so I moved forward by holding Ping's buttocks to spread her legs wider. I forcefully spread Ping's legs apart, and now I could lick her entire labia. As I licked, I stroked Ping's buttocks, belly, and breasts with my hands.

I felt Ping's secretions increasing, and with my saliva, her lower body was a complete mess. At this moment, Ping's hands, which had been pushing my head away, slowly relaxed and just gently rested on my head, but didn't move.

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

I was still licking Ping's labia, caressing her buttocks, breasts, and belly. This went on for about ten minutes. I could clearly hear Ping's heavy breathing and saw that she was very wet down there. Feeling I was almost there, I quietly unzipped my pants. After so much stimulation, my penis was throbbing as if it were about to burst; it was more like it just popped out of my pants than being pulled out by hand.

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

I saw that Ping's face was bright red, which was a little frightening. I thought she meant it. My penis, which had been standing tall and proud just moments before, quickly shrank and drooped down. Ping's chest heaved violently. I was terrified. She was six or seven months pregnant. What if something happened to her...?

I felt ashamed. We were good friends. Ping was so good to me, and she was pregnant. Yet I wanted to sleep with her. I was such a beast!

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

Ping probably realized she'd been too harsh on me earlier; after all, we'd known each other for a long time and were good friends. She gave a soft "hmm" and slowly turned around. I quickly tucked my penis back into my pants and then zipped up Ping's skirt.

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

And so our crazy behavior in the office ended on a sour note. Afterwards, I felt guilty, thinking I would never have any more impure thoughts about Ping, and that this would never happen again. But soon, the next scene unfolded…

●I finally slept with her!

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

My colleagues thought something had happened to Ping's family. The older colleagues even asked her what was wrong, and Ping would just smile and say, "Nothing, nothing." But only I knew the real reason. Ping stopped taking my car when she went out, and I always left early to avoid lingering in the office and prevent any awkwardness between us.

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

One day, the company distributed employee benefits, which included toiletries such as soap and shampoo—a huge pile that filled two large boxes. The women received an extra box of sanitary napkins compared to the men. Because I have a car, I became quite popular, and my colleagues all asked me to help deliver their items home. After two trips, there were still a few people in the department whose items hadn't been delivered, including Ping.

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

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

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

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

you have a fight?" I thought, "Oh no, if my colleagues notice something, it won't be good." I quickly winked at Ping and said, "Then I'll take them back for you first. I have a car ready, so don't ask your brother to come."

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

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

"No, nothing," Ping replied casually. I tried to make conversation. "Jianguo (Ping's husband) is away on a business trip?"

Ping said, "Yes."

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

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

I then asked, "Where are you sending these things?"

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

When we arrived, Ping's home was on the sixth floor. I started carrying the things up. The August weather was scorching hot. For someone like me who doesn't usually do physical labor and doesn't like to exercise, climbing six floors was already a sweaty and tiring experience. Moreover, the soap, shampoo, and other such things were incredibly heavy.

Ping was downstairs watching the car and the things. Seeing me covered in sweat, she said, "Take a break before you move them. Look at you, all sweaty." I realized then that Ping really cared about me. Having a beautiful woman care about you naturally gives you strength, and besides, few men would act weak in front of a woman.

After three trips, I was completely exhausted, panting heavily. Ping invited me to rest at her place. She turned up the air conditioning and brought out some chilled drinks. I washed my face and hands, sat on the sofa, and drank my beverage. I was utterly exhausted.

Ping said, "You look really exhausted today. Even a lazybones can be useful sometimes, haha..."

I looked at Ping and said, "That was just to help you. I wouldn't care about anyone else. The people I just delivered were their own family members who came out to carry things. They even had to give me cigarettes and drinks to thank me for helping."

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

Only then did I notice that Ping was still wearing that blue floral maternity dress. My mind immediately recalled that crazy scene in the office, and the wicked thoughts I had sworn never to have again began to stir.

Ping still had her head down. Looking at her fair arms and beautiful little hands, my impulse surged higher and higher. I said, "I'm really sorry about what happened last time. I... You didn't say anything to Jianguo, did you?"

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

I was absolutely thrilled. "Would you let me touch the little guy's toes again?" I'm sure my voice was trembling.

"Don't even think about it!" Ping's face flushed again, but I couldn't see any anger in her eyes. I noticed a smile still playing on her lips. I stood up, went to Ping's side, and bravely took her hand, saying, "Your hands are so beautiful!" Ping lowered her head and tried to pull her hand away, but she gave up after I persisted.

At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I bent down and kissed her hair and earlobes. Ping closed her eyes, and I kissed her lips. This time, Ping's teeth offered no resistance, and my tongue easily entered her mouth, beginning to swirl wildly...

It felt like there was a fire burning inside me, about to explode. I had no interest in any more foreplay. I reached behind Ping and touched her zipper. At that moment, Ping leaned forward slightly. I pulled her zipper all the way down, quickly pulled down her skirt, and then lifted her tank top. I took her nipple in my mouth and began to suckle hard.

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

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

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

I breathed heavily and began to pull her skirt down. This time, she didn't lift her buttocks to cooperate. I looked up at Ping and found that she was also looking at me, biting her lip and gently shaking her head at me. How could I control myself at a time like this? I continued to pull her skirt down forcefully, finally managing to pull it down. At this point, Ping was only wearing her underwear.

I don't know if it's a quirk, but I really like women's feet, especially small ones. I held Ping's feet in my hands and kissed them. I noticed that her feet were swollen, plump and looking like pig's trotters. I asked her what happened, and Ping said, "It's been like this since I got pregnant." I looked closely and noticed that her calves were also a bit swollen.

I started kissing her thighs, slowly moving upwards. I saw several bluish veins on the base of Ping's fair thighs. I saw that the skin on her lower abdomen was swollen and mottled, with white marks appearing on it.

I started licking her mottled belly, then her underwear, and licked her vulva through it. Maybe it was because of the heat, but there was a musty smell there, and that smell, in that environment, was like an aphrodisiac, making me incredibly excited.

I wanted to remove her last defense. I easily pulled off her underwear, squatted down, spread Ping's legs, and licked her vulva with abandon until it became a muddy puddle.

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

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

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

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

We were both naked and embracing. The sofa in Ping's house was too low, so I had to kneel down. I rubbed my penis against Ping's labia. When I tried to penetrate her, Ping pushed my penis away and whispered, "Will it be okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

Although I wanted to portray myself as incredibly powerful, the truth was I was utterly useless, unable to withstand the intense stimulation. I ejaculated completely inside Ping in about ten minutes.

During this time, Ping only moaned softly. Afterward, I asked her, "Were you satisfied?" Ping just giggled softly. I think she might not have reached orgasm, but a man deflates like a punctured balloon after ejaculation, and I was too exhausted to continue. After we finished, we went to

the bathroom to shower together. When we came out, we were still naked. I hugged Ping and kissed her on the sofa. I glanced up and saw a photo of Ping and her husband on the wall. I felt a pang of guilt; we were friends, yet I had slept with someone else's wife.

Another thing was the intense fear that followed. What if Ping's husband suddenly came back? I might be dead. Her husband always carried a Type 54 pistol on his waist. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I decided to run away as soon as possible. That's how Ping, my female colleague and best friend, and I had our first, less-than-perfect, sexual encounter. It was also our only time together.

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

I quickly congratulated him. Looking at Ping's husband's beaming expression, I felt a mix of emotions, silently muttering to myself, "Dude, I'm so damn sorry!"

●Postscript

Regarding why Ping and I didn't make love again, I think there are many reasons. First, Ping's maternity leave and childbirth meant we didn't see each other for more than half a year. When we met again, neither of us mentioned it. Second, I think I still felt guilty, feeling sorry for Ping's husband, or perhaps I was a little scared (hehe, this is really true, after all, we only have one life).

Also, after some time, our workplace underwent a downsizing and staff reassignment. Unfortunately, I was reassigned to a subordinate unit, and after that, we saw Ping much less often. Over time, we probably lost our passion.

I feel very lucky; probably not many people have had the experience of having sex with two pregnant women in their lifetime (the other being my wife, of course). I'm writing down my experience to share with everyone. Although writing this article took a lot of effort because I had to try hard to recall it, I think it's worth it if it can bring you joy.

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

One thing I still don't understand is: why didn't Ping resist at her home? After being rejected by her in the office, I never thought we would have another chance. I even thought that she deliberately created the opportunity for us to have sex later. In my eyes, Ping has always been the kind of respectable woman. Is it possible that women are willing to enjoy extramarital sex under the right environment, opportunity, and circumstances? Sigh! I really don't understand how women think.

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