[Urban] Lustful life (all)-13-15

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Mother and Daughter in Three Flowers (Part Three)

As Alice surged forward, she uttered cries that were both mournful and melodious. Her body fluids flowed in streams, much more than her mother Eileen's, pooling into a small river beneath her and wetting the sheets. Alice's eyes were tightly closed, seemingly oblivious to everything, her voice blaring incoherently. Everything seemed to expand endlessly, shimmering in the darkness, everything responding to the desires within her. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, followed by a violent tremor, and then, like a weak, powerless swan, she drifted down from a lake.

After an unknown amount of time, Eileen finally opened her eyes as if waking from a dream. Ding Ping and Alice's battle was over. Eileen propped herself up and gazed at Ding Ping's face, tenderly stroking his hair with her hand. Then, starting from his hair, forehead, nose, lips, and chin, she kissed him repeatedly from top to bottom.

The snow-white sheets on the bed were sticky and wrinkled, and the pillowcase was damp and uncomfortable. In fact, none of the three of them were completely dry. A lock of hair clung to Eileen's forehead, the rest of her hair a tangled mess like a pile of weeds. It draped haphazardly over her pale, bluish shoulders, and because it was wet, the hair resembled strands of fine yellow-gold threads, silently shimmering in the lamplight. Eileen's face was still fair and delicate, but that delicate whiteness, like her shoulders, had a faint bluish tinge.

Eileen frantically kissed and licked Ding Ping's body, and Alice joined in, their tongues and red lips working tirelessly. Never before had Ding Ping been so passionately caressed by two women, mother and daughter. He completely forgot his mission, as if their roles had been reversed. As if intentionally or unintentionally, their two rabbit-like breasts kept swaying in front of Ding Ping's face, white as if sprinkled with powder, emanating a fragrance as strong as freshly squeezed milk.

Their nipples, like bewitching, burning red eyes, blinked at Ding Ping. He licked them with his tongue, but they seemed to flee, so he had to reach out and catch them; they were so soft and fluffy, like clusters of pink brocade. As Ding Ping suckled at their breasts like a hungry child, they tilted their heads back, lowered their eyes, furrowed their brows, and swayed their bodies eagerly from side to side, like a cobra controlled by a magic flute, writhing involuntarily in agony, as if about to disintegrate. Ding Ping sucked, devoured, and teased them wantonly, as if his lips would remain there, taking root and sprouting, until their hands reminded him of something on his body, and only then did Ding Ping reluctantly and linger.

Eileen's hand grasped Ding Ping's erect penis, and she straddled him like a horse, easily swallowing it. Then, Eileen began to dance wildly, her body rising and falling, her waist swaying softly, her hips bouncing joyfully.

Ding Ping thrust his hips repeatedly, matching Eileen's movements, to penetrate her deeper and bring her greater pleasure. Meanwhile, his hands moved to Alice's body, roaming over her before inserting his fingers, teasing her and eliciting heavy moans from her. Ding

Ping then straightened up, turning Eileen over so she lay supine on the bed. He then had Alice lie on top of Eileen, aligning their genitals, spreading their legs, and opening their mouths simultaneously. Ding Ping then thrust his penis in and out, alternating between Eileen and Alice.

Their private parts, like a burst dam, overflowed, making Ding Ping's thrusting very smooth. Sometimes, without him changing positions, his penis would naturally enter different private parts as he withdrew, experiencing the sensation of different, warm flesh walls enveloping his penis. Waves of heat surged from their lower bodies, their excitement rising higher and higher. Ding Ping

slowly moved back and forth, Eileen and Alice's faces flushed red with excitement, their hands gripping each other's shoulders tightly, their nails digging into their flesh, their mouths uttering continuous moans. Ding Ping increased the pace of his thrusts, causing their moans to rise higher and higher until they reached a peak. Ding Ping slowed down, and their moans gently subsided, only to rise again with each thrust.

Ding Ping was like a conductor of a symphony orchestra, leading the orchestra of lust, letting the passionate music run wild in the realm of sex. The music sometimes soared, sometimes lingered, and it was the most moving symphony Ding Ping had ever heard in his life.

Ding Ping's penis was soon stimulated into a frenzied dragon, and began to fiercely thrust into Eileen and Alice's slippery and elastic wet flower paths, making their bodies sway up and down, causing their two pairs of large and full breasts to sway up and down and squeeze against each other. Under Ding Ping's thrusts, their private parts involuntarily contracted, tightly gripping his penis. Sweat-drenched, they writhed desperately, their cherry lips opening and closing, panting heavily. Their beautiful hair flew wildly with their swaying bodies. Their joyful moans and the wet, squelching sounds of Ding Ping's penis thrusting in and out excited him even more. Ding Ping felt his penis being licked and sucked by their petals, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Ding Ping felt a trembling excitement surge through his lower body, a twitching sensation running down his spine to his head. He thrust his penis harder, letting his muscles contract and expand, while their moans and cries rose to a fever pitch, reaching the peak of pleasure. The mother and daughter spontaneously began to kiss passionately, their vaginal openings opening and closing, releasing their own essence, while they breathed heavily, their penis gripping Ding Ping's. This sight stimulated Ding Ping's penis, causing it to tremble, and his essence gushed forth, shooting out, shooting out, and shooting out again, not knowing whether it entered the mother or daughter's bodies.

After a long time, the three of them calmed down from their storm-like climax, lying together in each other's arms. Ding Ping held Eileen and Alice, who had both reached their climax, on either side, his hands moving over their bodies to prolong their pleasure.

"Ding Ping, I'm so grateful to you. You've given me an orgasm I've never experienced before, a pleasure I've never known before," Eileen said, her hand resting on Ding Ping's penis.

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"Me too," Alice said. "I've had orgasms before, but never as exhilarating as today. The pleasure of today's orgasm seeps into my very bones, making me feel like I'm in heaven."

"I'm so lucky to have two of you stunning beauties, Mary and me, all here today. From the first time I came to your house, I was amazed by the beauty of you three, but I never imagined I could have all three of you at the same time. Therefore, today is the happiest day I've had since I came here. From now on, I will bring you even greater happiness, every time like today."

"By the way, where's Mary? I haven't seen her since I got back," Alice asked.

“She’s still sleeping,” Eileen replied. “Ding Ping made her like us, and she fell asleep after reaching orgasm and hasn’t woken up yet. But she hasn’t had a good rest lately because she was taking care of me, and she must be very tired from the exertion during sex with Ding Ping. Let her rest well.”

“I see,” Alice understood, but she asked another question: “Since Mary and Ding Ping were having sex, why didn’t you join her, and instead did it separately with Ding Ping after she finished?”

“Auntie hadn’t decided whether to have sex with me then,” Ding Ping continued. “When Mary and I were having sex, Mary’s moans were so loud that they attracted Auntie’s attention. She was eavesdropping at the door. Later, when Mary fell asleep after her orgasm, I came out and found Auntie there. Then we started, and at the crucial moment, you came back, still eavesdropping at the door. At first, I thought Mary had woken up and heard Auntie’s moans, so she came to listen to us having sex. I didn’t expect it to be you.”

"Alice, weren't you supposed to be back in the evening? Why are you back after only an hour?" Eileen asked.

"The girl I was with had something to do today. I was planning to teach her class by myself, but the other two students also had things to do, so I came back," Alice replied.

“Perhaps it’s fate. Things are so coincidental; it’s like all three of us—mother and daughters—have ended up with you in one day,” Eileen said.

“Mary doesn’t know we’re together yet. Knowing her personality, I wonder how she’ll react when she finds out we’re with Ding Ping?” Alice worriedly asked.

“This is Ding Ping’s job. If he can get all three of us, can’t he solve this little problem?” Eileen said.

“Don’t worry, for your happiness, I’ll take care of Mary. I guarantee there won’t be any problems,” Ding Ping said.

As he spoke, Ding Ping’s hands moved to the inner thighs of Eileen and Alice, his fingers teasing their vulvas, playing with their beautiful lips, and then his fingers slipped into their vaginas. Soon, Eileen and Alice’s desire surged again; they breathed heavily, their four hands caressing Ding Ping’s body haphazardly.

They kissed Ding Yi's face, their mouths caressing his sides, slowly moving down to his chest, abdomen, and finally stopping at his penis. Eileen kissed and bit the head of his penis like she was eating ice cream, while Alice licked the lower part of it, taking his testicles into her mouth and playing with them, while also kissing his thighs. Ding Ping's

hands moved more vigorously inside Eileen and Alice, inserting two handles into each of them, finding their G-spots, and pressing them with his index finger, bringing them immense pleasure. They involuntarily clenched their legs, twisting their lower bodies to relieve the discomfort, letting out loud cries. At this moment, there was

a sound from the door, and it opened. Mary walked in, stunned by the sight of the three on the bed. She hadn't expected this, and Eileen and Alice on the bed were also stunned. Mary's appearance was too sudden, and they didn't know what to do.

Mary woke up first, turned and ran out of Eileen's bedroom. Only then did Eileen remember to ask Ding Ping to chase after her. Ding Ping followed Mary to her bedroom and embraced her, who was already lying on the bed.

Although Mary and the other three girls, including Shirley, were having sex with Ding Ping at the same time, she couldn't accept the fact that her mother and sister had slept with him. When Ding Ping's hand touched Mary's body, she struggled to break free, but Ding Ping forcefully continued to grab her, reaching between her legs and forcefully spreading them apart.

Mary continued to struggle and pounded the bed with her feet, but how could she break free from Ding Ping? The more she struggled, the more energy she expended. The force of her heels gradually weakened, and finally she could only bend her knees and spread her legs to meet Ding Ping's advances. She could only choose this one posture: submission, acceptance, and even biting. Ding Ping pressed his body down on her, and once he touched her warm and smooth skin, he could no longer restrain himself and thrust into her in one breath, penetrating her deeply.

In an instant, Mary let out a cry that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, her body involuntarily leaning forward. Ding Ping quickly reached out and supported her hips, stabilizing her waist. This amplified the impact on her, but perhaps she also desired this state.

Ding Ping showed no mercy, thrusting relentlessly, his eyes wide, half-loving, half-hating as he gazed at Mary's naked body—her nose, breasts, ankles—which shone alluringly in the sunlight. Her desire gradually surfaced under Ding Ping's assault, and she forgot her earlier discomfort.

Driven by love, Mary's features slowly emerged from the mist like islands, regaining their previous alluring beauty. She even curled her slender waist and moved joyfully on the bed, welcoming Ding Ping's wanton thrusts. The room smelled damp and slightly bitter after a heavy rain. Ding Ping and Mary's bodies were entangled on the dimly lit bed, their flesh seemingly rediscovering memories of each other. Ding Ping swirled and soared within her, displaying his captivating skills, the act lasting a long time.

This lovemaking was like a spirit from a black humor master's pen, completely conquering Mary. During their lovemaking, Mary listened to Ding Ping's fragmented explanations and accepted the fact that the three of them—mother and daughters—would serve him together. After a period of intense activity, an unprecedented climax descended upon Mary. Her fair thighs were tightly wrapped around Ding Ping's buttocks, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Ding Ping carried Mary to Eileen's room, to the bed, and placed Mary at the far end of the large bed. Alice, who had gotten out of bed to watch Ding Ping and Mary's movements, also climbed onto the bed after they got in. She lay down next to them. The bed was big enough. Alice hugged Ding Ping's sweaty body from behind and then hurriedly started nibbling on his shoulder.

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Ding Ping felt that Alice's sexual interest seemed to have intensified. In the past, Ding Ping believed that he had absolute dominance in sex. Whenever he saw women moaning and rolling around under his control, he always felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. But Alice, who had just experienced a storm, immediately rekindled her desire. Ding Ping was moved and even amazed by the woman's colorful and abundant changes. There was a crazy power in her. Ding Ping was happy for her intense reaction, happy for Alice's soaring passion, and happy that Alice had overcome her sorrow.

Just as their bodies, one strong and the other gentle, were drawn together, Alice, watching from the side, also experienced immense pleasure. Alice moaned wantonly, lunging at Ding Ping and grasping his penis, rubbing it against him. Ding Ping's chest was damp with sweat, his hands and arms also wet. He turned Eileen's body, making her lie supine on the bed, then lowered his head, burying his face in Eileen's lower abdomen.

All of this aroused Alice, stirring her emotions. Ding Ping's tongue traced down Eileen's lower abdomen, licking her ample vulva, while a finger teased a few delicate hairs. Eileen was now weak and shy, only half her buttocks touching the mattress. She verbally rejected Ding Ping's frenzy, but still lay on her back, trying to spread her legs, her body clearly displaying a provocative posture, stretching out her paradise to welcome Ding Ping's tongue. At the same time, a hand slowly lowered, gently placing it on Ding Ping's head, caressing it tenderly, gradually moving from his head to his cheek.

Ding Ping, receiving her caress, naturally understood it as a sign of pleasure, and also a form of encouragement. So, he worked even harder, licking and sucking her there, bringing Eileen to orgasm through his mouth.

Alice, not to be outdone, hurriedly came to Ding Ping, placing her head between his legs. Despite the frenzy just now, she showed no signs of fatigue. Her hands slid across Ding Ping's body like an avalanche. "So smooth," she exclaimed, lightly touching Ding Ping's moist skin. As if her legs had been deboned, her body slowly slid down, her hands manipulating his now hardening penis, while she nestled her face against that spot. The sensation of their soft, warm touch made Ding Ping's soul tremble; his heart trembled.

As Ding Ping served Eileen, he also lowered his body slowly to make it easier for Alice, bending his waist as low as possible. Alice lay on her back on the bed, following Ding Ping's movements step by step. Ding Ping spread his legs and placed Alice's body between them, letting her head rest against his lower abdomen. Alice, taking advantage of the situation, unabashedly began to kiss Ding Ping's lower body.

This was a kind of pleasure that ignited passion and burning desire, a game Ding Ping had never played before. The four men and women on the bed changed into various lewd positions, possessing a devilish energy, as if testing their sexual energies, completely and frantically intertwining. Under the caresses of Ding Ping's mouth and tongue, Eileen's hands pressed against Ding Ping faster and faster, her buttocks constantly thrusting upwards to meet Ding Ping's tongue, her mouth emitting continuous moans.

Their naked bodies and intense movements seemed to infect Mary as well. The scene she witnessed amplified Mary's sexual desire, which had just reached a climax. Mary's paradise had been thoroughly explored by Ding Ping, and her lips were swollen and painful to the slightest touch, making her afraid to join their battle. She lay alone on the bed, rubbing her firm breasts to relieve her pleasure.

Finally, Ding Ping pulled his penis out of Alice's mouth and inserted it into her vagina. Ding Ping's penis was incredibly hard, and his excitement and lust made Alice moan incessantly beneath him, her groans growing louder and louder as her orgasm drew ever closer.

When semen, saliva, and sweat covered every pore of their bodies, Alice finally pulled away from Ding Ping, rolled onto the carpet, and breathed heavily. During their intercourse, Ding Ping had desperately held back from ejaculating, and now, that restraint had worked wonders; his penis was hard again. It showed no

signs of weakening and remained erect with great force, leaving Eileen on the bed somewhat dumbfounded. She had just pulled away from Ding Ping's tongue and felt a little empty, so she held his head in her arms, watching and giggling, sometimes rubbing against his ear and sometimes whispering teasing and lewd words.

Finally, they both rolled off the bed and landed under Ding Ping's raised legs. Eileen struggled to sit up, turning her back to Ding Ping, her hands on the edge of the bed, swaying her white hips like a stripper, teasing him with abandon. Ding Ping no longer hesitated, embracing her from behind and pulling her soft hips towards him. Eileen cooperated, offering her round buttocks. Moments later, Ding Ping's penis entered Eileen, intensifying her pleasure.

Ding Ping's power delighted Eileen, Alice, and Mary. Sometimes they all enjoyed Ding Ping together, sometimes they each had sex with him separately. Enjoying him alone had its pleasures, sharing him together had its thrills. A solo orgy with Ding Ping was delicate and leisurely, but when several of them served him together, it was lively and endlessly pleasurable. Finally, they lay exhausted on the huge bed.

Of the three, Alice was the strongest. After resting for a while, she recovered. It was already noon, so she got up, prepared lunch, and called her mother, Ding Ping, and Mary to eat.

At Ding Ping's suggestion, the four of them washed in the bathroom and then sat naked at the table to eat. Ding Ping looked at Eileen, Alice, and Mary and said, "If the three of you walked together, people would definitely think you were three sisters."

"You're really good at sweet-talking," Eileen said. "I'm over forty years old. How can I compare to Alice and Mary?"

“I’m telling the truth. Your skin is snow-white and soft, without any sagging. Your breasts are firm and haven’t sagged. You don’t look like someone in their forties at all.” Ding Ping’s hands caressed Eileen’s body as he said, “A woman’s true condition is best revealed when she’s naked. Many women look great in clothes, but once they take them off, their skin is aged, their muscles are loose, and their abdomens are fat. You can tell they’re old from that.”

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“You’re not that old, but you know quite a lot.” Alice said, “But what you said is true. Many young girls don’t look good when they take their clothes off.”

“What Ding Ping said is also true. When Mom and we walk on the street, people often mistake us for sisters.” Mary also said.

“Now that you mention it, I’m really happy. It means I’m not old yet.”

“How could you be old?” Ding Ping picked up a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and then kissed Eileen’s mouth, feeding her the steak. This action made Eileen blush. She had no choice but to accept Ding Ping’s steak and eat it.

Mary and Alice immediately imitated Ding Ping's method. They fed Ding Ping cold drinks, and he responded. Alice even had Ding Ping lie down on a chair, poured the drink on his penis, and then licked it, saying, "So sweet! So delicious!" Mary followed suit.

When Eileen was still a little shy and didn't join in, Alice pulled her over: "Mom, what are you afraid of? Try this too." In an instant, the three of them focused on Ding Ping's penis, kissing it repeatedly, with one of them occasionally dripping some drink onto it.

Looking at Ding Ping's smooth genitals, Alice thought of another idea: "Mom, Mary, Ding Ping doesn't have any pubic hair. Why don't we shave our pubic hair and be like him?"

"Yes, then we'll all be the same, and it'll look cleaner." Mary immediately agreed to Alice's suggestion, and Eileen's silence was tacit consent.

Alice went to find a razor, but Eileen said, "Don't bother looking, I have hair removal cream, it works pretty well. Go get it from my room."

"Mom, why did you buy hair removal cream? Are you secretly removing your own hair?" Alice now considered Eileen her sister.

"Only you could come up with such an idea. I'm removing the hair from my armpits; otherwise, it's unsightly to have my armpit hair showing when I wear a sleeveless shirt," Eileen said.

"Can it completely remove it?" Mary asked.

"It takes two or three times. After the first treatment, small hairs will grow back within thirty days. After the second treatment, they'll grow back a little more in about fifty days. After the third treatment, they won't grow back anymore," Eileen said.

“That’s not bad either,” Alice said. “If we didn’t have any hair, we’d definitely be sexier and more arousing to men. I feel more excited with Ding Ping when he’s hairless than with the others.”

The three of them went to the bathroom to remove their hair. When they came out, Ding Ping was stunned. They stood in a row, waiting for Ding Ping’s inspection. Without hair, their genitals were smooth and beautiful, with small mounds on their lower abdomens. Their skin was snow-white, and a red slit adorned it, making their genitals even more vibrant and incredibly sexy. This ignited a burning desire within Ding Ping.

Ding Ping walked over and pulled the three women to the dining table. He made them lie down on the chairs, spread their legs, and kissed them. After kissing each of their genitals, he made them lift their buttocks, making their vaginas erect. He then poured drinks into their bodies, kissing and drinking them, and inserting his tongue into their bodies like a penis, smacking his lips and saying, "It tastes wonderful." He even transferred the drink, mixed with their bodily fluids, that he had sucked from their genitals into his mouth to them, letting them drink this special beverage as well.

Ding Ping also occasionally inserted his penis into their genitals, dipping it in the drink, and then kissed and licked it. This series of kisses and fondling left Eileen and her two daughters panting and moaning incessantly.

Looking at the sausages on the table, Ding Ping had another idea. He picked up a sausage and peeled off its casing. As Ding Ping did this, Alice understood what he was going to do. She cried out, "Ding Ping, are you going to kill us today? I really can't take it anymore!"

But although Alice said this, her face was full of anticipation, her eyes shining as she looked at Ding Ping. Ding Ping said, "Let's start with you."

When Ding Ping came to Alice, the spring water inside her flowed out in gushes, flowing down from her vulva, down her lower abdomen and onto her skin. Ding Ping stroked the flow of water from Alice's body and said, "Why is there so much water in you? But I haven't done anything yet."

Alice looked at Ding Ping with seductive eyes and said in a soft voice, "You really know how to do it. Just this has brought me to orgasm. How could there not be a lot of water?"

Eileen and Mary were the same at this time, letting out loud moans, and the water inside them gushed out. As Ding Ping carefully inserted the ham into Alice's paradise, Alice cried out and trembled uncontrollably, reaching another climax.

Ding Ping removed the ham and held it to Alice's lips. She opened her mouth and bit off a piece, eating it with relish. Eileen, watching, was aroused and exclaimed, "Ding Ping, I want some too!" Mary, not to be outdone, also wanted Ding Ping to do it to her.

Ding Ping did it to each of them, bringing each of them to orgasm and having them eat the special ham.

After resting for a while, the three of them had Ding Ping lie down on a bench made of several stools pushed together, and began kissing and biting him. Eileen grasped the base of Ding Ping's penis with one hand, opened her rosy lips, and took it deep into her mouth. Ding Ping's glans was sucked to the end of her mouth, and that familiar pleasure surged through Ding Ping's entire body. Eileen's smooth and agile tongue made intimate contact with the large penis inside her mouth. She gently caressed every vein and every protrusion of Ding Ping's penis. As Ding Ping was immersed in this intoxicating pleasure

, Eileen's head slowly moved, slowly releasing Ding Ping's penis. Alice's mouth came up, taking only Ding Ping's glans into her mouth, and then intimately caressed and teased the surface of the glans with her warm and smooth tongue. Eileen's mouth circled around the body of Ding Ping's penis, licking it. After licking and kissing Ding Ping's glans for a while, Alice took Ding Ping's penis deep into her mouth and moved it around in a circular motion. Ding Ping's body felt her gentle, lingering caresses inside her mouth, waves of pleasure assaulting every nerve in Ding Ping's brain.

Mary also came to Ding Ping's lower body, reaching out to grasp Ding Ping's penis, quickly rubbing it, coordinating with Alice's mouth movements. Alice would occasionally make a deep throat motion, letting Ding Ping's penis almost completely enter her warm, moist mouth. Under her gentle stimulation, Ding Ping couldn't help but breathe rapidly, occasionally letting out low moans.

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The three of them felt the abnormal pulsation of Ding Ping's penis and the enlargement of the glans, knowing that Ding Ping was about to reach orgasm. Alice changed her technique, using her mouth to swallow and spit out Ding Ping's penis with all her might, letting Ding Ping feel the pleasure of being thrust in and out of a peach blossom cave, repeatedly letting Ding Ping's glans enter her throat, swallowing Ding Ping's penis almost entirely into her warm, narrow mouth.

Eileen held Ding Ping's small nipples tightly in her mouth, kissing and teasing them incessantly. Mary, meanwhile, buried her head between Ding Ping's legs, licking his inner thighs and occasionally taking his testicles into her mouth, sucking and playing with them. The three of them simultaneously gave Ding Ping a great deal of pleasure and stimulation.

As Ding Ping's spasms intensified and he was about to reach climax, Alice quickly released Ding Ping's penis, only holding his glans tightly in her mouth, licking it with her tongue. Eileen immediately took Ding Ping's penis into her mouth and began to move her body up and down rapidly.

In just a few seconds, Ding Ping's mind went blank. A large gush of semen erupted from his body along with intense pleasure. Alice, like a fox spirit sucking male essence, continued to manipulate Ding Ping's penis. While Ding Ping was still ejaculating, Eileen snatched his penis from Alice's mouth and took it into her own, letting Ding Ping release the remaining semen to its fullest extent. Finally, Eileen gave Ding Ping's penis to Mary, letting her take it into her mouth. These actions brought Ding Ping extreme ecstasy. Ding Ping convulsed, his belly bulging, ejaculating his last semen into Mary's mouth and throat.

Each of the three women, including Eileen and her daughters, had consumed a portion of Ding Ping's semen and felt extremely satisfied. The three women lifted the immobile Ding Ping and carried him to Eileen's bedroom, where they all collapsed onto the bed, embracing tightly.

"Ding Ping, would you like to live in our country long-term?" Eileen asked after the four of them had calmed down.

Ding Ping countered, "Auntie, what do you mean by asking this?"

"Sigh, you don't know how much joy you've given me in just half a day—the joy I've never experienced in my entire life. Do you think I could ever leave you?" Eileen sighed. "You don't know, the reason I accepted your love and served you alongside my two daughters is because when you visited our country last year, at Mary's invitation, I fell in love with you the first time I came to our home."

"Auntie Eileen, you…" Ding Ping opened his mouth.

"Mom, you…" Mary and Alice also spoke at the same time.

“Don’t say anything, don’t ask anything, I don’t know why either.” Eileen interrupted Ding Ping and the Alice and Mary sisters, and continued, “At the time, I didn’t realize it, I just found Ding Ping very attractive. But after Ding Ping left our country, your image kept appearing in my mind, and as time went on, it appeared more and more often. That’s when I realized I had fallen in love with you.”

Eileen paused, a look of reminiscence on her face. Ding Ping, Alice, and Mary were all moved by her love and listened quietly to her story without saying a word.

“But I knew it was impossible. First, because we’re not from the same country, and second, because I’m more than twenty years older than Ding Ping. If people found out, wouldn’t they think I’m a psychopath?” Eileen said. “Also, Ding Ping is Mary’s good friend. I can’t compete with my daughter, can I? For a while, I was conflicted. If Ding Ping were around my age, or even younger, as long as the age difference wasn’t more than five years, or if Ding Ping wasn’t Mary’s boyfriend, I would have come to China to find you. But I couldn’t.”

“Aunt Eileen, thank you for your love. I love you too, and I will never let you down,” Ding Ping said, moved.

“Mom, I didn’t know you loved Ding Ping so much before. Otherwise, I would have let Ding Ping be with you long ago,” Mary added.

“I won’t stay in the U country for very long, maybe four or five years at most,” Ding Ping said. “Once I finish my studies, I’ll go back to China. If I finish early, I might be able to go back sooner.”

“I knew I couldn’t keep you here. Luckily, I still have four or five years. I can love you properly and enjoy the happiness of being with you. I’m very fortunate. If I hadn’t met you, I would have nothing.” Eileen didn’t seem too sad; she seemed content with just this.

Mary knew that Ding Ping would eventually go back when she was with him, so she didn’t think as much as her mother did. At worst, she could just go to China once a year to meet Ding Ping.

Alice had a good impression of Ding Ping before, but she hadn’t thought about love between a man and a woman. Today, she just happened to be there because her mother was with Ding Ping, and she was enjoying an extreme happiness that she had never experienced before. She only thought about spending as much time as possible with Ding Ping and didn’t have many demands on him.

But now, both sisters were moved by their mother’s love.

Ding Ping hugged Eileen, kissing her cheek, and said, "Aunt Eileen, I have a favor to ask of you. Would you be willing?"

"What is it? Do you need to ask? Unless we can't do it," Mary scolded Ding Ping for speaking so formally.

Eileen said affectionately, "Ding Ping, please tell me. What is it?"

"I'd like to invite you to teach in China. Would you be willing?" Ding Ping said.

"Teach in China? I don't know Chinese. What can I teach in China?" Eileen asked excitedly. She knew Ding Ping wanted her to be with him forever, but the thought of her second question filled her with disappointment.

"You can learn Chinese," Ding Ping said. "I'm inviting you to China to teach English, not Chinese. Is there a problem?"

"Really?" Eileen was overjoyed, hugging Ding Ping tightly, asking somewhat incredulously.

Ding Ping remained motionless, letting her hold him, and whispered in her ear, "It must be true. It would be a great achievement to bring such an excellent English teacher to our country!"

What Ding Ping said was true. Eileen was a top-tier teacher in the U country, equivalent to a top-level teacher in China. She had broad knowledge and rich teaching experience. China also lacked homegrown English educators, and if Eileen could come to China, she would certainly be warmly welcomed.

After hearing Ding Ping's explanation, Eileen's joy was indescribable. She couldn't express her love and gratitude for Ding Ping in words, so she could only express it through her body and actions.

In an instant, breasts rippled and hips surged on the bed, accompanied by a cacophony of passionate moans…

Finally, all four of them were extremely exhausted, lying on the bed embracing each other, and slowly fell asleep.

Chapter 103: Rescuing a Beauty

Around 2 PM, a phone call woke up Ding Ping and the other three. Eileen answered; it was an invitation from U-country's Voice TV to record a program. Now that her husband was a national hero, Eileen had naturally become a media darling.

Voice TV was the largest television station in U-country, wielding considerable influence. Eileen had no choice but to agree. Fortunately, the recording wouldn't take long, only a few days. The TV station's vehicle had arrived in their city and would be at her home in about ten minutes.

Eileen quickly got up and washed. Mary, wanting to take care of her mother, wanted to go with Eileen. Alice's classmate also called, saying that she had finished her work and would be tutoring someone in the afternoon to make up for the morning's lost time.

Suddenly, only Ding Ping was left at Eileen's house. Ding Ping decided to return to his apartment to study and work on his project.

Before that, Ding Ping took a walk around the streets. He didn't usually like going out; Mary usually bought him all sorts of things. This time, Mary was accompanying her mother to the Voice of the Heart TV station and wouldn't be back for a few days, so he needed to buy some food to store at home.

After parking his car, Ding Ping relaxed and strolled around the streets. He went to a large shopping mall, bought his things, put them in the trunk, and then drove to the beach.

He walked along the less crowded coastline, pondering a plan he had developed. This plan was a preliminary prototype formed after Ding Ping had contacted the computer research institute in the U country and combined it with his latest discoveries. Ding Ping dared not create any written or electronic records; he could only store it in his mind. One can imagine how much work it involved. However, being with Shirley and her two daughters, and Eileen and her daughter, greatly enhanced Ding Ping's abilities, providing him with a good boost of mental and physical energy, leaving him very energetic.

Unbeknownst to him, Ding Ping had left the main road and arrived at a very quiet forest path. This place was a wealthy villa area, inhabited by extremely rich and powerful people, hence the excellent environment.

Suddenly, Ding Ping heard cries of "Help!" from a great distance away. Had Ding Ping not possessed profound internal energy, he wouldn't have heard the cries.

Ding Ping immediately ran towards the direction of the sound. If an outsider had seen this, they would have been stunned, thinking it was a ghost. In a flash, within two minutes, Ding Ping had traversed four or five kilometers to reach the source of the cries. He saw five or six burly men dragging a young woman away to a more secluded and distant place. The three burly men completely ignored the woman's cries; one of them even said, "Go ahead and shout. Even if you shout yourself hoarse here, no one will hear you."

"Who says no one can hear me?" Ding Ping said, standing behind them.

The six burly men were startled by Ding Ping's voice. They hadn't expected someone to be behind them without their noticing. When they turned around and saw a strange teenager, they visibly relaxed. One of them said, "Young man, go on, just pretend you didn't see anything."

"But I saw it!" Ding Ping said.

"We wanted to help you, to save your life, that's why we asked you to pretend you didn't see anything," another man said.

Ding Ping knew he was telling the truth, but judging from their willingness to ignore something for a woman, she was definitely not an ordinary person, and Ding Ping couldn't just leave her alone.

"Put this woman down, and I'll pretend I didn't see anything. You can go about your own business," Ding Ping said.

"So you're going to meddle?" the same man said again. At this moment, all six men stopped and faced Ding Ping. The woman, sandwiched between two men, looked up and saw that Ding Ping was just one person, a young man not even twenty years old, and said, "Go on, don't interfere in my business." As soon as

the woman looked up, Ding Ping's mind went blank: My God! How could there be such a beautiful woman? Mary was pretty enough, but compared to the woman before him, she was a level below. As for Shirley, her two companions, Eileen, and Alice, they were even less comparable.

Ding Ping, hearing the woman's words, knew she was afraid he wasn't a match for these six and would needlessly harm him. Even in such a dangerous situation, she still considered others, showing she was no ordinary person, and a good one at that, further strengthening Ding Ping's resolve to save her.

Ding Ping smiled slightly at her and said, "Don't be afraid, I will get you out."

At this point, the six men knew Ding Ping was determined to get involved. Some looked at Ding Ping as if he were already dead. The one who had spoken nodded, and two of the six walked towards Ding Ping. The woman's face showed a look of unbearable sorrow, and she suddenly shouted, "We have nothing to do with this young man. I'll go with you; don't worry about him."

"It's too late now," the man said.

"Is that so? You can still release her, or don't blame me for being ruthless," Ding Ping said.

All six laughed. The man said, "Let's get this over with quickly." Before he finished speaking, two men lunged at Ding Ping. Ding Ping reached out and grabbed them, pulling one by the arm and yanking him apart. With a thud, the two men collided, their faces bruised and battered. Before they could even react, Ding Ping swept his leg across them, sending them sprawling to the ground.

The remaining four, not daring to be careless, abandoned the woman and charged at Ding Ping. Ding Ping spun around so fast the four men couldn't even see him clearly. He appeared behind one of them and kicked him in the waist. The man lost his balance and fell forward. Ding Ping then moved behind another man and repeated the same move. In no time, all six were sprawled on the ground.

Ding Ping clapped his hands, gathered the six men on the ground, and said, "I'm in a good mood today, so get lost!" He then beckoned the still disbelieving woman to leave.

On the way, Ding Ping asked her where she lived and why those people wanted to arrest her, but the woman wouldn't say anything. She only said she wanted to stay at Ding Ping's house for a couple of days to avoid trouble before going home. Ding Ping had no choice but to take her back to his student apartment.

Upon entering, he saw Shirley already there. Ding Ping asked her, "Are you free today?"

Shirley stared blankly at the beautiful woman behind Ding Ping: "Where did you get such a beauty?"

Ding Ping was taken aback; this wasn't something that could be explained in a few words. The woman smiled and said, "He didn't bring me back; he rescued me. Because I can't go home yet, I'm staying here for a couple of days."

"Sister, you're so beautiful!"

"Aren't you beautiful too?" the woman laughed. "You can just call me Blanche."

"Shirley, could you cook for me? It's Blanche's first time here; we should treat her well."

Shirley agreed, but while cooking, Blanche's cooking turned out to be even better than Shirley's. During the meal, Ding Ping kept praising her.

After dinner, Ding Ping settled Blanche into her room, and then they sat in the living room, catching up on each other's lives. Shirley, seeing that they had just met, also confirmed from their conversation that what Blanche had said upon entering was true.

Blanche, upon learning that Ding Ping was Chinese, suddenly realized, "You're Chinese and know Chinese Kung Fu, that makes sense. Otherwise, an ordinary person couldn't beat any one of those six, let alone face all six of them."

"What's your connection with them? Or do you have a grudge against the people behind them?" Ding Ping asked.

"You'd better not ask. I'll tell you in time," Blanche said sincerely. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but some things are better left unsaid. It's better for you."

Seeing her say this, Ding Ping knew there might be something complicated behind her story, so he didn't press further.

Chapter 104 Sherry, Keep Your Voice Down (Part 1)

That night, Sherry slept in Ding Ping's room. Blanche acted as if she hadn't seen her, sat for a while, and then went into the room Ding Ping had arranged for her. It was unclear whether she was resting or doing something else. Ding Ping was reading in the study until 10:30 p.m. before going to the bedroom to rest.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Sherry wrapped herself around him: "You're really capable, managing to save such a beautiful woman. But according to what she said, it could also bring you a lot of trouble."

"When we see someone in trouble, we should help them. If we don't do it because we're afraid of trouble, what kind of society would this be?" Ding Ping said indifferently.

Seeing Ding Ping's fearless demeanor, Shirley stopped worrying. She embraced him, saying, "Alright, let's not think about anything else. You've been so worried about Mary's family lately, you must be exhausted."

"It's alright, Aunt Eileen is finally feeling better," Ding Ping replied. Recalling the passionate moments he shared with Eileen and her two daughters at her house earlier that day, his heart stirred again, and he reciprocated Shirley's embrace.

Shirley was also very voluptuous, but because of her height, she didn't appear overweight. Ding Ping's hand caressed her back, feeling the smooth, delicate skin beneath his fingers, and the plump, supple arms. Soon, Shirley had removed her coat and bra, revealing a pair of full breasts that bounced on her chest. The mounds were round and firm, perky and erect, with the pink nipples proudly pointing upwards, perfectly showcasing the characteristics of a young yet mature woman.

Shirley pulled her pink thong down to her knees, naturally bending her right leg, and then pulled the panties off her right ankle. Because she was facing away from him, Ding Ping had a clear view of her entire beautiful buttocks, seeing the equally plump and luscious shape between her hips and legs. After the panties were off, Ding Ping only saw her snow-white, vibrant youthful body, which gave him a compelling aura.

When Shirley turned around after undressing, Ding Ping saw a significant change between her legs. The golden pubic hair on her mounds was gone, replaced by smooth, white mounds, with a small protrusion in the middle emerging from the tip of her labia. The two bright red labia were also clean and dazzling, and there was a wet patch there. Under the light, a few glistening water droplets could be seen sprinkling on the base of Shirley's legs.

Ding Ping's hand reached into that beautiful paradise: "When did you get rid of all your hair?" Ding Ping asked, kissing her lips as he explored Shirley's area with his hand.

Shirley was extremely sensitive to Ding Ping. She breathed heavily and said, "Because you didn't have any hair, I wanted to be like you. I went to the beauty salon the day before yesterday and had it permanently removed. Do you think it looks good?" After saying that, she responded passionately to Ding Ping's kiss

. Shirley's tongue, soft as a clam, swirled in Ding Ping's mouth. Ding Ping sucked on it, and a strange surge of heat flowed from his lower abdomen to his neck. Ding Ping felt thirsty, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Ding Ping's hand began to knead her buttocks, while his other hand remained between Shirley's legs, carefully stroking her lower abdomen, carefully feeling the smoothness after the hair removal. Just as Shirley had said, it was removed very cleanly, without feeling any remaining hair.

Ding Ping's hand moved further down, touching the area enveloped by two thick petals, which were already wet. He guided his hand to part Shirley's petals, inserting his fingers into her flower path and into her peach blossom cave. The touch brought a novel stimulation and a slight spasm.

Shirley began to moan softly, twisting her waist incessantly, seemingly unable to bear Ding Ping's caresses. A stream of fluid flowed from her peach blossom cave, completely wetting Ding Ping's fingers. Ding Ping withdrew his fingers and placed them at the corner of Shirley's mouth. She sucked on them with relish, making "slurp...slurp" sounds. Ding Ping's heart stirred, and he lifted her up, placing her on the bed. Shirley lay

supine on the bed, her eyes closed. A sweet smile graced her face. Her skin was snow-white, reflecting the morning light with a captivating glow. Her exquisite, beautiful, full-bodied, mature body was utterly alluring, making one's mouth water.

Ding Ping stood beside the bed and leaned down to kiss her. As his lips met hers, she cupped his head in her hands. With each movement, his lips sucked on her earlobe and neck, gradually moving downwards to her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his licking, and she let out a seductive moan. Her hands, which had been pressing down on Ding Ping's head, tightened, pushing his head down.

At that moment, a sliver of light crept up her body, illuminating her smooth, delicate triangle. Two bright red labia, like a red ribbon, bound her legs from top to bottom, adding a touch of crimson to the snow-white ground, a delicate, soft glow, and a half-clear, half-fishy fragrance wafted out.

Ding Ping's lips were drawn to that spot. He kissed and teased the two petals, biting and licking the small protrusion beneath the mound. Under Ding Ping's kisses, Shirley trembled all over, involuntarily opening her legs to fully reveal her paradise to him. Ding Ping's tongue reached Shirley's flower path, exploring and probing, constantly moving in and out, causing Shirley's moans to gradually rise.

Ding Ping could feel the dampness and warmth of Shirley's paradise; it was like a strange flower stamen attracting him to continue exploring. Shirley's breathing became more and more rapid, her cries higher and higher, and the pleasure in her body surged suddenly with Ding Ping's licking. Shirley stretched out her legs and placed them on Ding Ping's shoulders, clamping his head tightly between them, and placed her hands on his head as well, pressing down hard, as if wanting Ding Ping's head to enter her completely.

Ding Ping's tongue moved in and out quickly and skillfully. Shirley thrust her hips forcefully to meet the thrusts of Ding Ping's tongue. Water gushed from her vulva, filling Ding Ping's mouth, wetting his chin, and running down Shirley's thighs, soaking her buttocks and the sheets below. Although there was no powerful impact like a penis entering Shirley's body, she still enjoyed it immensely, beginning to moan dreamily, her voice rising higher and higher, more urgent, until she reached the peak of pleasure, her legs clamping tightly around Ding Ping's head, motionless.

The sounds of Ding Ping and Shirley's lovemaking, and Shirley's extremely pleasurable moans, reached the next room without leaking a drop, disturbing Blanche's peace of mind. Her own lower body became wet, but she desperately endured it. Finally, their sounds subsided, and Blanche let out a long sigh of relief.

Chapter 105 Sherry, Keep Your Voice Down (Part Two)

Ding Ping's bedroom had two large arched windows on the south side. Through these windows, one could see the moon from the bed. Tonight, it was a full moon, its surface gleaming, hanging motionless in the distant sky. Moonlight poured into the room like shimmering water, onto the bed, silent yet incredibly alluring. After Sherry reached her climax, Ding Ping lay with her, seemingly accumulating and brewing even more frenzied actions.

Sherry's hand stroked Ding Ping's head, her lips lightly kissing his face, and she softly said, "You're getting better and better. You brought me to orgasm just with your mouth."

"Your place is so sexy, like a snow-white steamed bun, making me want to pounce on it and take a bite." Ding Ping's hand was still between Sherry's legs, still probing her wet, hot paradise.

Sherry, having regained her strength, leaned over Ding Ping and said, "Now it's my turn to serve you. I'll make you happy in my mouth."

Ding Ping knew it was futile to stop her, so he let Sherry move on him. His thoughts drifted to Blanche next door. She looked to be in her thirties; who could someone so beautiful be seduced? Those six men weren't ordinary experts, nor could they be hired or supported by ordinary people. Although he had easily defeated them, it was because he was too strong. But they would come back for him. Just as Sherry had said, his troubles were coming.

As Ding Ping pondered these thoughts, his penis was already in Shirley's mouth, being licked and moved. Watching Shirley's diligent efforts, Ding Ping felt a surge of emotion. Shirley probably knew she couldn't make Ding Ping ejaculate, but she still tried so hard, as a way of repaying the extreme pleasure and happiness Ding Ping gave her.

Shirley knelt between Ding Ping's legs on the bed, her mouth stroking his penis up and down, while her hand gently caressed his scrotum. Her gentle, pure face and beautiful, naked body created a striking contrast for Ding Ping, like a hybrid of angel and devil presented before him.

Ding Ping inhaled the faint fragrance in the air and the beautiful girl's scent, watching her perform the most intimate acts only lovers would. A feeling of happiness intensified the desire in his chest, and his penis grew larger and thicker. Shirley's mouth gradually became unable to contain it; with each stroke, only half of Ding Ping's penis could enter her mouth, occasionally protruding through her throat and pointing towards her throat, causing Shirley to cough incessantly.

Ding Ping stopped Shirley from continuing to stroke his penis, but Shirley didn't stop. She simply changed her approach. First, she gently licked Ding Ping's glans with the tip of her tongue, then opened her cherry-like mouth and gently took Ding Ping's purplish-red, shiny glans into her mouth. She licked Ding Ping's glans with the tip of her tongue, occasionally sliding it in the groove beneath his glans, sometimes sucking with her lips and gently biting with her teeth. Then, Shirley began to rock her head back and forth, stroking Ding Ping's penis up and down, without making the same large movements as before.

Ding Ping's penis was enveloped by Shirley's small mouth, and Ding Ping felt waves of warmth surrounding his penis. A tingling pleasure slowly spread throughout his body, entering every limb and bone, making him feel incredibly comfortable. At the same time, Ding Ping's penis, licked and stroked by Shirley, became as hard as an iron rod, with bulging veins and an immense thickness.

Ding Ping's lust was aroused to an unprecedented level by Shirley. He lifted Shirley's head with both hands, pulled her up, and made her lie down. Ding Ping rolled over and pressed his body against hers. Shirley's arms wrapped tightly around Ding Ping's neck, her legs raised high, eagerly and impatiently welcoming Ding Ping's erect penis, like someone opening a door to humbly welcome an uninvited guest's impulsive entry. Shirley moaned wildly below, as if enduring a punishment she was willing to accept but unable to bear.

Ding Ping easily penetrated Shirley's already wet paradise, truly feeling its warmth. His penis plunged all the way in and remained inside, almost melting from the wonderful sensation brought by her soft embrace.

Ding Ping remained motionless, while Shirley seemed to writhe unbearably, calling out, "Hey..."

Ding Ping understood this was an expression of her burning desire and unbearable urges, but he remained unmoved. He gently shifted his hips, continuing to deepen her pleasure with this tender touch, while waiting for her to make a plea.

"You're so annoying..." she cried out coquettishly, quickly realizing Ding Ping's intentions.

"Hurry up..." At this moment, Shirley's desire seemed to be boiling over, reaching its peak; if it continued, she would automatically reach her climax in less than a minute. Just as Shirley was about to reach her limit, she finally made a request. It sounded like a plea, a whine, and a cry all at once. "Hey..." Shirley pleaded, trying to turn over.

Ding Ping knew exactly what she was feeling; this was the manifestation of her pent-up desire, boiling within her, her constant struggle, her intense thirst, and her agonizing agony.

"Please..." Shirley seemed to have reached her limit, but Ding Ping asked her, "What do you want?"

"I want to eat you!" Shirley said, and without waiting, she broke free from Ding Ping's embrace, her body leaping up like a beast, pinning him beneath her.

Although Ding Ping, who was desperately trying to keep Shirley on the edge, held the advantage, once Shirley was on top, he became her victim, a victim of her burgeoning lust, completely at her mercy. Shirley, who had been enduring the torment, was burning with desire; fine beads of sweat glistened on her rounded shoulders and high breasts, and her pubic area, now completely bald, seemed to be flowing with a constant stream of fluid.

As Shirley straddled Ding Ping, her slender hands grasped the very thing that had been causing her so much torment, placing it at the entrance of her paradise. She swayed her hips, and once she had secured the position, she thrust her hips forward with a sudden, powerful thud, swallowing the entire thing inside her.

At the same time, Shirley let out a deafening roar, releasing her pent-up pleasure.

Riding on Ding Ping, and controlling the direction of her sexual ecstasy, she seemed to be retaliating against his earlier neglect, grinding and grinding with ferocious intensity, moaning and screaming wildly, her body twisting violently, her hair flying wildly. Her movements were wild, like a small boat caught in a storm at sea, tossed violently by the waves.

Chapter 106 Sherry, Keep Your Voice Down (Part 3)

Provoked by Sherry's naked body and pleasurable posture, Ding Ping desperately entangled with her. She kept shouting, "I can't take it anymore..." but in reality, she reached the peak again and again. After she collapsed on the bed, exhausted, Ding Ping turned her body flat and passionately plunged himself into her burning body, thrusting wildly and forcefully. It seemed all his strength was concentrated in his lower abdomen, making his member dance inside Sherry's body, moving up and down, left and right with ease.

Sensing this change, Sherry initially swayed her hips to meet him, but as Ding Ping's thrusts became even stronger, she completely gave up resisting. Ding Ping used all his skills, lifting her legs high, thrusting his thick penis in, penetrating to the very root, making it dance with the speed of a whirlwind.

In an instant, Ding Ping brought Shirley to the peak of passion, letting her experience the ecstatic pleasure of lovemaking and leading her to climax. The walls of Shirley's vagina spasmed and convulsed, sucking on Ding Ping's penis like an infant. She finally let out a long breath, reaching the highest point of pleasure that night. Then she let out soft, joyful moans from her nose, which vibrated in the small bedroom. As the afterglow of pleasure continued, Shirley's body still trembled slightly from time to time, as if she was savoring the aftertaste of lovemaking.

Half an hour later, Shirley was completely satisfied, both physically and mentally. Holding Ding Ping's still erect penis, she said apologetically, "Look how useless I am. I tried everything, but I still couldn't make you happy."

"It's okay. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. You don't need to feel guilty." Ding Ping's hands also caressed Shirley's body. When his hand touched her smooth pubic area, he said, "What method did you use to remove so much hair?"

"I went to a professional beauty salon and had laser hair removal done. This method removes the hair from the root, so it's very thorough and the effect is excellent—it's like it never grew at all."

"I could tell, that's why I was curious," Ding Ping said. "If your boyfriend asked you, how would you answer?"

"You're my boyfriend, haven't I already answered you?" Shirley said.

"What about your ex-boyfriends?"

"We don't keep in touch anymore. After being with you, who would want to continue seeing them?" Shirley said.

At this moment, Ding Ping increased the pressure on Shirley's hands, inserting his index and middle fingers into her vagina, his hand pressing against her vulva, focusing on rubbing her clitoris. His mouth was pressed against Shirley's breasts, sucking on her nipples.

Under Ding Ping's multiple teasing actions, Shirley's desire surged again. She squeezed her legs together and twisted her hips, cupping Ding Ping's head in her hands and pressing it forcefully against her chest, moaning loudly, "Ding Ping, you're so strong, I'm coming again... I can't take it anymore..."

Her cries grew louder than before. Just then, Ding Ping heard a knock on the door, and Blanche's voice came from outside: "Hey! Sherry, keep it down!" But Sherry was so engrossed in the moment that she didn't hear Blanche's shout. Ding Ping pretended not to hear either, intensifying his movements on Sherry, making her cries even wilder and more wanton.

After a while, perhaps seeing that Ding Ping and Sherry didn't respond, Blanche opened the door and came in, calling out to Sherry, "Sherry, can't you keep it down?"

Only then did Sherry realize that Blanche had come in. Feeling a little embarrassed, she quickly pushed Ding Ping off her and made him pull his hand out of her. However, when Ding Ping's fingers were pulled out, because Sherry was so wet, it made a "pop" sound, bringing out a large pool of Sherry's bodily fluids.

Blanche was annoyed by Sherry's cries. After her warnings went unheeded, she stormed in, intending to tell them to stop making too much noise and leave. But as soon as Blanche entered, the first thing she saw was Ding Ping's huge erect penis, which made her heart tremble. Then, the lewd scene between Ding Ping and Sherry made her heart flutter. When she saw Ding Ping's fingers being pulled out of Sherry's body and making a sound, Blanche's lower body suddenly gushed out streams of fluid, which flowed down her thighs. For a moment, her legs went weak and she couldn't speak.

Shirley pulled the sheet over Ding Ping, trying to cover his naked body, but Ding Ping's erect penis was under the sheet, making it stand out even more. This sight stirred Blanche's emotions again, and her lower body became even wetter. She thought to herself, "How can this be?"

"You two, you've been doing it for most of the night, and the noise is getting louder and louder. Can't anyone sleep?" Blanche scolded. "I called out to you at the door for ages, but you ignored me, so I got angry and pushed the door open."

"Sorry to bother you, we didn't mean to," Shirley said after doing these things. "We were just too carried away. Next time, we'll be more careful and try to be quieter."

"Just be more careful next time. Look at the time! Is it any way to be this crazy? I've been your age before, you need to be careful."

"Yes, we'll listen to you, sister. We won't do it tonight, so you won't have trouble sleeping," Ding Ping said.

Having said all she needed to say, Blanche dared not linger. Her heart raced, her face flushed, and the fire within her burned ever brighter. Her lower body was already wet, the cool fluid trickling down her legs. If she didn't leave Ding Ping and Shirley's bedroom quickly, Blanche feared she would never be able to escape, and that would be incredibly embarrassing. With unwavering willpower,

she turned and moved out of Ding Ping's bedroom. Back on her bed, the image of Ding Ping and Shirley together was still vivid in her mind. She reached between her legs, pulled down her already soaking wet panties, and frantically probed her own body with her fingers. After a long moan, the lust ignited by Ding Ping subsided. Clearly, only the surface fire had been extinguished; the root of the fire still burned within her.

At the same time, Blanche regretted entering their bedroom. She had thought her heart was as still as water, that nothing could move her, and no one could move her, but she hadn't expected that Ding Ping, a boy ten years her junior, would stir her heart. After Ding Ping saved Blanche this afternoon, his fearless and righteous image was deeply etched in her mind and she couldn't shake it off. This prompted her to decide not to drag Ding Ping into the mess and not to tell him the whole story.

“But what if those people come after Ding Ping?” Blanche thought to herself. “Those people have a lot of influence. If they’re determined to find him, they’ll definitely find him. Then he’ll still be caught up in it. If something happens to him because of this, wouldn’t I be the one who harmed him?”

“Since that’s the case, why don’t I spend these few days with Ding Ping and have a few crazy days with him, to fulfill a wish and repay Ding Ping for saving me? Then I can go back to where I ran away from and prevent Ding Ping from getting hurt.” Blanche continued to think as she lay on the bed. “But I’m so much older than him. A boy as outstanding as him must have many excellent and beautiful girls around him. Sherry is so young and beautiful now. Even if I have feelings for him, will Ding Ping agree?”

After Blanche left, Sherry immediately threw herself at Ding Ping. The passion within her had just been ignited when Blanche came in and interrupted it. She felt like she was hanging in mid-air, and her heart was filled with pain.

Shirley wasn't satisfied with Ding Ping's fingers. She straddled his thighs, grabbed his penis, and eagerly shoved it into her vagina, aligning it with her vulva. She then thrust her hips down, listening to a "whoosh" as her penis was completely swallowed. She sighed with pleasure and began to sway beneath him. Soon

, Shirley was aroused, her moans growing louder involuntarily. Ding Ping quickly pulled her down, making her lie on top of him, and covered her mouth with his hand, whispering in her ear, "Keep it down, or Blanche will cause trouble again."

Shirley shook her head, saying, "How can I control myself? I get like this when I'm happy, what am I going to do?"

"Let's not do it tonight, how about tomorrow?" Ding Ping said.

“Blanche said she wanted to stay at your place for a few days, but tomorrow is the same, isn’t it? She seemed so uncomfortable hearing my moans, does she want to do it too? Should I talk to her and ask her to do it with you too?” Shirley suddenly said.

“How can you be so sure she wants to do it? Even if she does, it might not be me. Besides, she might want me, but I just saved her. If I make that request, it would be taking advantage of her,” Ding Ping said. “Let’s just hold back.”

“You Chinese people have so many concerns,” Shirley said, somewhat dissatisfied, but she still heeded Ding Ping’s advice, got off him, and said, “I’m going to the bathroom, you go to sleep.” 03-15
Chapter 107 Shirley’s Work

After more than half an hour, Shirley came in. Ding Ping asked, “Why did you take so long?”

“Come with me.” Shirley pulled Ding Ping up.

“What for?” Ding Ping understood what Shirley had been doing.

“I just went to Blanche’s and talked to her for a while. She had a good impression of you, but she didn’t know what you thought. After I explained, she agreed, but she was too shy to come over,” Shirley said.

“Having a good impression doesn’t mean agreeing to sleep with someone, right?” Ding Ping said. “Sometimes it’s just a polite way of saying that.”

“When we say we have a good impression, we mean we think you’re a nice person, someone we can be lovers with, someone we can sleep with, it could be a one-night stand, or it could be a long-term relationship,” Shirley explained.

“I really don’t understand your business,” Ding Ping said, but Shirley didn’t care and pressed Ding Ping hard: “Don’t rush, even if you come over, wait until I’m dressed, okay?”

“Dressed? What’s the point of dressing? You’ll have to take your clothes off anyway when you get there,” Shirley said bluntly.

Ding Ping had no choice but to follow Shirley to the next room.

Blanche remained lying in bed, perhaps embarrassed. Sherry lifted the thin blanket covering her and said, "It's so hot, why are you covering yourself with all that stuff?"

Once in bed, Ding Ping and Blanche became awkward, lying motionless. Sherry propped herself up, looked at Ding Ping and Blanche, and chuckled, saying, "Look at you two, sleeping in the same bed, yet acting like strangers."

Then Sherry pounced on Ding Ping: "When you came over earlier, I was in the middle of it all, and you interrupted me before I could climax. Now I'll go first."

Sherry straddled Ding Ping's lower body, grabbing his penis: "Ding Ping, you haven't moved, but your thing has, and it's bigger and harder than before." She then showed it to Blanche.

Shirley placed Ding Ping's penis at her entrance, spreading her labia with one hand and clamping Ding Ping's glans between them. After a few rubs, she gently lowered her hips, and under Blanche's gaze, slowly swallowed Ding Ping's thick, hot penis. At the same time, Shirley closed her eyes, letting out long breaths, her face showing an expression of extreme ecstasy.

After swallowing Ding Ping's penis completely, she sat on Ding Ping's genitals, rotating back and forth, left and right, rubbing and pressing against them. In the bright lamplight, it was clear that both Shirley and Ding Ping had smooth, unblemished genitals, moving and swallowing. After a while, streams of fluid flowed from Shirley's body, wetting both of their lower bodies.

Shirley began to moan, her hands constantly kneading her breasts, her hip movements gradually increasing in amplitude, sitting up and down. Shirley placed her hands on either side of Ding Ping's body, half-lying on him, her hips beginning to rise and fall faster.

Shirley's movement caused her large breasts to sway violently back and forth and side to side. Ding Ping raised his head, took one of her breasts into his mouth, and sucked hard. Shirley's moans turned into cries.

Shirley adjusted her position, kneeling on the bed with her hands on either side of Ding Ping, so that her waist was almost off the ground. This made it easier for her to exert force. Her plump buttocks began to move up and down quickly and powerfully, each thrust being a full in and out, making Ding Ping's penis make a smooth, even sound with each impact. As Shirley sat, the two of their genitals made a slapping sound, which, combined with Shirley's high-pitched singing and soft moans, created a scene of lewdness.

This scene made Blanche's blood boil, her passion erupt, her whole body hot, and she no longer restrained herself. Her hands moved from moving only on her own body to Ding Ping and Shirley, reaching to their genitals to feel their impact and their passion.

Ignoring Blanche's movements, Ding Ping continued to manipulate Shirley, thrusting and plunging her body. Initially, Shirley was passive, relaxing and enjoying the sensation, her movements somewhat monotonous, simply spreading her thighs with Ding Ping's thrusts. However, as Ding Ping relentlessly pounded and ravaged her paradise from below, she could no longer withstand the intense stimulation. Her lips parted slightly, and her moans grew increasingly rapid.

Stimulated by Shirley's moans, Ding Ping's buttocks moved frantically. Shirley's body trembled slightly under the ravages of Ding Ping's thick penis, while she continuously emitted soft, joyful moans from her nose. Ding Ping's penis swelled even larger inside Shirley, intensifying their mutual pleasure to an even greater degree.

Ding Ping straightened his back, his hands gripping Shirley's slender waist, lifting her white, satin-like legs onto his shoulders. This made Shirley's most intimate area even more exposed and prominent. Ding Ping's thrusts became more powerful and frenzied, Shirley's cries more wanton and wild, sometimes continuous moans, sometimes monotonous groans.

Shirley's sudden climaxes always occurred in various positions. Whenever the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body, her whole body seemed to convulse, her muscles stiffening and her torso rigid. Ding Ping always accurately grasped the peak of her desire, bringing him pleasure as well. This time was no exception. At first, she looked down upon his naked body, proud and eager, wanting nothing more than to devour him and grind him to dust. After the intimate physical contact, she still retained some ambition and arrogance. But when Ding Ping unleashed his full power, she crumbled completely, only able to surrender and beg for mercy.

Blanche lay to one side, her face flushed, watching Ding Ping's thick penis thrust in and out of Shirley's bare pubic area. Each time it entered, Shirley would tremble with pleasure, and each time it was withdrawn, it would turn the soft, red flesh of her vulva inside out. Shirley moaned softly with each of Ding Ping's movements. Perhaps because Blanche was watching, Shirley's orgasm came particularly quickly. Before Ding Ping's penis had even thrust in and out of her vulva a hundred times, Shirley was already wet, her hands and feet were cold, and she was completely absorbed in the moment.

Seeing that Shirley was almost there, Ding Ping withdrew his wet penis from her vulva and moved his body towards Blanche. Upon seeing Ding Ping approach, Blanche, whether out of shame or fear, quickly pulled the towel over her face. Ding Ping felt that women could be unreasonable at times, but instead of lifting the towel covering her head, he fondled and played with Blanche's small feet that were sticking out of the blanket. He

fondled each of Blanche's toes one by one, then traced his fingers up her calves. At first, Blanche obediently let Ding Ping touch her, but when he touched her thighs, her body began to tremble. When Ding Ping's fingers touched Blanche's soft, hairy vulva, she involuntarily flinched, her pink legs clamping tightly together. At this moment, Shirley had recovered from her ecstasy and leaned against the headboard, watching Ding Ping play with Blanche, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Ding Ping dragged Blanche to the edge of the bed. Blanche didn't resist, but simply kept her face covered by the blanket. Ding Ping let Blanche's pink legs dangle down, then pressed them down with his elbows. He then used both hands to part her tightly closed, delicate petals, revealing a tender, small opening at the entrance to Blanche's paradise. Ding Ping couldn't resist leaning down and kissing it, and Blanche involuntarily flinched. Ding Ping pressed her thighs firmly down and continued to lick her clitoris with his tongue. Blanche trembled all over, her hairy mons pubis bumping against Ding Ping's nose. Ding Ping lifted his head and instead used his fingers to tease her clitoris. Blanche's body trembled violently, and streams of love juice overflowed from her paradise.

Seeing that the time was right, Ding Ping grabbed Blanche's legs, lifted them high, and spread them apart. Sherry moved closer, her body shifting as she guided Ding Ping's erect penis towards Blanche's moist vulva. Ding Ping gently pressed the head of his penis against Blanche's vulva, then slowly pushed it in, little by little, until the entire head was inside Blanche's fleshy triangle. Ding Ping felt the tightness there, like a virgin's. Perhaps because he had already aroused Blanche's genitals, she didn't struggle in pain. She just breathed heavily, letting Ding Ping possess her body.

Ding Ping confidently inserted his thick, hard penis all the way into Blanche's narrow vulva. Blanche tightly hugged her legs, wrapping them around Ding Ping's body. Ding Ping freed his hands and lifted the towel covering Blanche's face. Blanche hurriedly covered her flushed face with her hands. Ding Ping grabbed Blanche's two mounds of tender white breasts, kneading and playing with them, then leaned down to kiss her small mouth. Blanche remained shyly covering her eyes, but her lower triangle was completely exposed to Ding Ping's penetrating thrusts. Her large, white breasts were also at Ding Ping's mercy, allowing him to fondle and knead them.

Ding Ping gestured to Sherry to dim the lights. Then he removed Blanche's hands from her face. Blanche kept her eyes tightly shut. Ding Ping asked, "Blanche, does it hurt down there?" Blanche whispered, "A little, but it's okay." Ding Ping then pressed his chest against her soft breasts, his penis thrusting freely into the depths of her paradise. After about a dozen thrusts, Blanche groaned. Her cries of "Ouch! Ouch!" and the "plop" sounds of Ding Ping's penis moving in her triangle created a captivating melody.

Sherry, watching from the side, couldn't help but touch her own soft, white breasts and smooth genitals. Blanche's tight paradise made Ding Ping's glans tingle with pleasure. Ding Ping cried out and finally hugged Blanche tightly, ejaculating a stream of semen into her body. Blanche clung tightly to Ding Ping's body, her pink legs wrapped around his back.

Ding Ping let his penis soak in Blanche's genitals for a while before releasing it, and Blanche relaxed her body in return. Sherry brought over some tissues, and Ding Ping slowly withdrew his limp penis from Blanche's vagina. Sherry used the tissues to wipe her genitals, the white tissues soaked with his semen.

Ding Ping carried Blanche to the large bed and then pulled Sherry down to lie down as well. Embracing two gentle and lovely women, Ding Ping felt a sense of satisfaction, but he also felt a little overwhelmed. At this moment, Blanche opened her eyes and silently looked at Ding Ping. Her eyes showed a mixture of happiness and worry, but Ding Ping did not sense her unease.

Ding Ping asked her with a smile, "Sister Blanche, did you feel good just now?" Blanche didn't answer, but turned to the side, her slender white arms draped over Ding Ping's chest, her pink thighs wrapped around him, and she buried her head in his chest, not moving at all. Shirley also embraced Ding Ping and Blanche, the two women and one man, their naked bodies exposed, intimately huddled together.

Chapter 108 Blanche's Secret

Ding Ping felt a blinding ray of sunlight. Opening his eyes, he saw that it was already broad daylight. Blanche was drawing back the curtains. Seeing Ding Ping awakened by the sunlight streaming in through the window, she said to him, "It's already past eleven. Lunch is almost ready."

Ding Ping got up to find his clothes. Blanche blushed when she saw Ding Ping naked and said, "You didn't bring your clothes last night. I'll go get them for you."

"Look at me, I forgot." Ding Ping slapped his forehead and said, "No need for you, sister. I'll go get them myself."

Blanche looked at Ding Ping's childlike actions and tone, and felt a warm glow in her heart. A feeling of home rose within her.

"I wonder how long it's been since I felt this way?" Blanche sighed inwardly.

After washing up, Shirley had already prepared lunch, and the three of them sat down together to eat.

“I’m leaving after dinner,” Shirley said. “Won’t Mary be back for a few more days, right? She called me yesterday before she left and asked us to come and take care of you when we had time.”

“I’m a grown woman, can’t I take care of myself?” Ding Ping laughed. “Besides, Mary has only been gone for three to five days.”

“I don’t think so. You only went out for one afternoon yesterday and something happened.” Shirley didn’t mince words.

“Anyone in my shoes would have done the same as me and saved Blanche.” Ding Ping said, “How can this be considered a problem?”

“Shirley is right, you shouldn’t have saved me yesterday afternoon.” Blanche said, “The reason I didn’t tell you what happened was because I didn’t want you to get into trouble. There are some things you shouldn’t know. After I leave in a couple of days, you’ll be fine.”

Shirley had seen more of the world than Ding Ping. Seeing Blanche say this, she added, “I hope things are as you say.”

“Alright, everyone, let’s not talk about this anymore. It’s over now. After the storm passes in a couple of days, Sister Blanche can go back, and then it’ll be over.” Ding Ping didn’t think too much about it.

“I was originally going to have Karen come this afternoon, but now that a beautiful lady like Blanche is here, I won’t call them. Just be careful when you go out, Ding Ping.” After finishing their meal, Shirley said as she left.

“No need to call them, I can take care of myself,” Ding Ping replied.

After Shirley left, Blanche asked Ding Ping, “How many girlfriends do you have? They all seem to treat you very well.”

“They are indeed very nice to me, but how did you get the idea that I have many girlfriends?” Ding Ping countered.

“Can’t you tell? From Shirley’s words, I know you have at least three girlfriends.” Blanche was surprised by Ding Ping’s slow reaction.

“By the way, I have to ask a question that I shouldn’t normally ask: how old are you?” Ding Ping said.

“Since you know you shouldn’t ask, it means you really want to know,” Blanche said. “I’ll tell you, otherwise you’ll say I’m heartless for not telling you anything.”

“I’m just curious, and this question has nothing to do with safety,” Ding Ping said indifferently.

Blanche laughed, "Your main purpose is still to know my background, who those people who arrested me are, and what happened between me and them, right?"

Ding Ping's thoughts were seen through, and he scratched his head sheepishly, saying, "I just wanted to know if I could help you, nothing else."

Blanche sat down next to Ding Ping, put her arm around him, and said, "I'm not trying to hide anything from you. There are some things you'll find harmful if you know them, but I've decided to tell you now because I don't want to go back."

Ding Ping didn't speak, because he knew Blanche was right. He might encounter a lot of trouble, regardless of whether Blanche told him or not. But Ding Ping wasn't worried at all, because he was still very confident in himself. If things got really bad, he would just go back to China. Anyway, Ding Ping's mission was now complete. He had mastered the research direction of computers in the U country and also knew the vulnerabilities in the other party's network system settings. The software system didn't have any problems; the operating system just needed to bypass the other party's patents.

"I'm twenty-four years old this year. My mother is very beautiful and a very famous celebrity. I am my mother's illegitimate daughter with a well-known person. This secret is known to very few people until last Wednesday," Blanche began her story. Ding Ping saw that she had immediately revealed her deepest secret, knowing she was prepared to tell him everything, which was the greatest sign of her trust.

A few months ago, the presidential election began in the U country, and Blanche's biological father was one of the strongest candidates. However, for some reason, his rivals learned that Blanche was his illegitimate daughter and wanted to use this to attack him.

Since Blanche's mother and biological father had severed ties many years ago, and they couldn't find any evidence with her, they planned to kidnap Blanche, secretly conduct a DNA test, and then use the irrefutable evidence to destroy her biological father. But just as their men came to take Blanche away, they encountered Ding Ping and he rescued her.

It can be said that Blanche's current situation is very dangerous; her biological father cannot protect her, and Blanche cannot go to her mother.

Blanche concluded, "I plan to stay with you for a few days, then go back to my mother. If all else fails, I'll persuade my biological father to withdraw from the election in exchange for the other party not announcing the truth, so that my mother, adoptive father, biological father, and I won't all be hurt."

"That's a good idea, but it's uncertain whether your biological father will listen," Ding Ping said.

Blanche replied, "I'm not sure either, which is why I'm so hesitant."

After thinking for a moment, Ding Ping said, "How about this, I'll escort you to your mother and lock you up there to wait for your biological father's reply. If he agrees to your method, then there won't be any problems. If he doesn't agree, we'll think of another way."

"But that could be very dangerous, and I don't want to involve an unrelated outsider like you," Blanche said.

"Injustices need to be addressed. We already did that last night, so what's this talk of being unrelated? It's settled then, I'll go with you tomorrow." Ding Ping embraced Blanche and kissed her on the cheek: "Having the opportunity to serve a beauty like you is something I've always dreamed of."

"You're just young and naive." "Blanche said coquettishly, 'If anything happens, I'll go with you, whether it's to heaven or hell.'

She then kissed Ding Ping passionately on the face, her breath becoming heavy. 'Ding Ping, take me! From now until we leave tomorrow, I don't want to get out of bed with you.'

Blanche's words immediately ignited a storm, and the favor of such a beautiful woman greatly fueled Ding Ping's masculine ambition.

What Ding Ping didn't expect was that they were forced into a political struggle, and Blanche was forced to flee her country and come to China.

Chapter 109 Blanche's Mother Anne

That night, Blanche let loose and reveled with Ding Ping, offering her heart and body to this boy eight years her junior, a behavior different from when she played with Ding Ping with Shirley the night before."

Ding Ping and Blanche naturally embraced, then went into the bathroom to shower together. Blanche was a classic beauty; her skin was like jade, her complexion fair and delicate, her demeanor refined and graceful. Blanche's breasts were firm, not as large as Eileen's, but still quite large for a woman, and coupled with her beautiful hip curves, they perfectly complemented her figure—perfectly proportioned.

"Sister, you're so beautiful!" Ding Ping felt his words fail him; he couldn't find the right words to describe her, so he simply offered a sincere compliment.

Blanche smiled slightly at Ding Ping without speaking. Many people had told her she was beautiful, but their aim was to possess her. Ding Ping's praise was genuine and without ulterior motives. Blanche gently washed every part of Ding Ping's body, saying, "This is the first time in years I've heard such a heartfelt compliment. Thank you!"

Ding Ping held Blanche tightly, her body softening, and she closed her eyes. She felt as if she were in a dream, an indescribable feeling drifting aimlessly. However, a faint voice kept echoing in her ears; whether she was succumbing to despair or remaining conscious, she could no longer grasp the situation.

They kissed passionately; Ding Ping's kisses were so sweet and tingling. In his arms, Blanche felt like a little woman, her body gradually melting, like morning dew evaporating—a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Ding Ping lifted Blanche and gently placed her body on the soft bed. She abandoned all consciousness, letting his hands roam over her body. Her breathing became rapid; she could clearly hear her own and Ding Ping's panting. Time seemed to stand still, the air flowing silently…

The collision of their burning bodies made Blanche tremble. Ding Ping held her tightly, and she involuntarily opened her eyes, looking at his face: "Ding Ping, are you truly in love with me?" Ding Ping didn't speak, only nodded.

Ding Ping noticed Blanche's eyes were wet, and his embrace tightened. "Blanche, why are you crying?"

he asked. Blanche replied, "Because I found a pure, genuine affection in you. This affection isn't spoken, but felt in the heart, and I'm moved by it."

Ding Ping and Blanche's bodies and souls had become one. In the deepest expression of their emotions, their love had been sublimated into a radiant nebula. The fire of desire was so intense, so sacred, so beautiful. While intoxicated by pleasure, their love and affection had become eternal. That

night, Ding Ping and Blanche poured their hearts into each other's experiences. While Blanche experienced extreme pleasure, Ding Ping also underwent an emotional sublimation—a selfless emotion devoid of any other desire. The next day, Ding Ping and Blanche

went to see her mother. For safety, Ding Ping wore a mask given to him by his master. He instantly transformed into a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six, with a rugged appearance, resembling a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

Ding Ping explained to Blanche that the other party was definitely stalking her mother's house, just in case. They were also worried her biological father wouldn't listen to her, and that the other party might even harm Ding Ping to achieve their goal. Wearing a mask would give Ding Ping more options and could have unexpected effects. After hearing Ding Ping's explanation, Blanche's doubts were dispelled, and she was no longer puzzled by his actions.

Ding Ping and Blanche took a taxi to her mother's house. A woman who looked very much like Blanche, but with a more mature charm, and appeared to be around thirty years old, opened the door. Upon seeing Blanche, she hugged her and said, "Where were you all yesterday? I couldn't contact you, I was so worried!"

Blanche hugged her back and said, "Something happened yesterday, and this gentleman saved me."

The woman was surprised: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Please invite this gentleman inside," Blanche said.

“Yes…yes, I’m so sorry, we’ve been so busy talking, please come in.” She said apologetically to Ding Ping.

“It’s nothing, you sisters care about each other, don’t you?” Ding Ping said.

“What?” The woman, hearing Ding Ping say they were sisters, smiled and invited Ding Ping into the house, saying, “Do we look like sisters?”

“Yes! You’re both so beautiful. Even if you didn’t look alike, besides twins, are there any sisters who look more alike than you?” Ding Ping answered confidently.

This time, Blanche also laughed: “Ding Ping, you’re mistaken, we’re not sisters.”

“I don’t believe it. If you’re not sisters, then you must be cousins, otherwise no one looks this alike.” Ding Ping still insisted on his point of view.

“I said we’re not sisters, but I didn’t say we’re not family!” At this moment, the three of them had entered the living room. Blanche asked Ding Ping to sit down and said, “Couldn’t she be my mother?”

“She’s your mother?” Ding Ping was genuinely surprised. “She’s only a few years older than you, how could she be your mother?”

“I am Blanche’s mother.” The woman handed Ding Ping a glass of water and said, “What’s your name?”

“Ah! Is that true?” Ding Ping knew she really was Blanche’s mother and said, “If you didn’t tell me, I really wouldn’t believe it. Auntie, you look so young and beautiful.”

“You have such a sweet tongue. Saying that makes me feel even younger and prettier. My name is Ann, you can call me by my name too.” Ann, seeing that Ding Ping was also a young man in his twenties, said this.

“Mom, don’t be fooled by his appearance. He’s not even sixteen yet, and he still calls me auntie.” Blanche was indignant that Ding Ping was taking advantage of her mother.

“Then I’ll call you sister.” Seeing that she had told him her name and was asking him to call her by her name, Ding Ping clearly didn’t want him to call her aunt. Ding Ping didn’t take advantage of this.

Annie didn’t answer whether she could or couldn’t call her that, but instead asked what had happened to Blanche the day before. Blanche told her everything, emphasizing that Ding Ping hadn’t been afraid of being raped and had insisted on rescuing her. She had spent the night at his house, discussed a solution, and then came to find her.

After listening to Blanche’s story, Annie first thanked Ding Ping, then said, “Your method won’t work. Given William’s personality, he won’t withdraw from the election.”

Seeing Blanche’s disappointment, she added, “But he will find a way to keep you safe. I’ll contact him now.”

“Sister Annie, you can’t contact William now. He’s waiting for you to go to him so he can find something to use against him and cause him to lose the election,” Ding Ping said.

“Yes, you saw the crux of the problem. I can’t contact William, otherwise I’ll fall right into his trap. So what do you suggest I do now?” Annie asked, not blaming Ding Ping for calling her “sister.”

“If you trust me, give me your tokens and his contact number. Make sure it’s a number only the two of you know. I’ll go find him, arrange a secret meeting place, and you two can discuss a better plan,” Ding Ping said.

Chapter 110 Eliminating the Threat

“Your idea is excellent. I didn’t expect someone so young to have such courage and such strong problem-solving skills.” After Blanche’s introduction, Annie knew Ding Ping was only sixteen, hence her sincere praise.

“You’re also very good. Not only are you beautiful, but you’re also very decisive. You’re a heroine,” Ding Ping said.

“When do you plan to contact William?” Annie asked.

“Without delay, I’ll go this afternoon.”

Then Annie gave Ding Ping a necklace and a phone number, saying, "As soon as he sees this necklace, he'll know I sent you, and he'll trust you."

Around five or six in the afternoon, Ding Ping returned amidst Annie and Blanche's anxious waiting. As soon as he entered and sat down, before he could even catch his breath, they both asked in unison, "How did it go?"

"Everything went smoothly!" Ding Ping replied after taking a sip of his drink. "I went to the place you instructed, first calling William as you agreed, then handing over your necklace to the person he designated at his specific location. After he confirmed it was correct, he met with me. After I explained the situation, he was very angry. Just as Annie said, he would never withdraw from the election. However, after discussing it with Ding Ping, he arranged a very good method to prevent Blanche from being harmed again."

"What method?" Annie asked. She was pleased to hear William's attitude, knowing that he still remembered Annie and her daughter after all these years.

“The idea is to send Blanche abroad to study, to a country with a different social environment and ideology from Europe and America. That way, they won't have much of a way to deal with her,” Ding Ping said.

“That’s a last resort,” Annie said. “So, it definitely means sending Blanche to China.”

“Sister Annie is so smart, she guessed it right away,” Ding Ping started to flirt again.

“Okay then,” Blanche finally spoke. Going to China was one of her wishes. She had always longed to visit this mysterious country, and now that she could study there, it would be an opportunity to get to know and understand it.

“But we need to make sure Blanche’s departure is arranged properly. If the enemy finds out our intentions, they will send people to intercept her at the airport,” Ding Ping said.

“These things are up to you men to handle. We women can’t come up with solutions,” Annie began to sweet-talk Ding Ping. It seemed that Annie was also a charmer, very good at understanding men’s psychology and bewitching them, even this young boy Ding Ping wasn’t spared.

“Sister Annie, you’re joking. If you can’t think of a way, then there are no smart women in the world.” Ding Ping, seeing that Annie was quite satisfied with his flirtatious talk, continued to take advantage of her.

“Ding Ping, what should I do?” Blanche asked Ding Ping as if she hadn’t seen or heard anything.

For some reason, Ding Ping respected Blanche a lot. Perhaps it was because she never spoke carelessly in front of him, and even when they were in bed together, she maintained an elegant demeanor despite her wantonness, and she was very respectful to Ding Ping.

“I’ll protect Blanche and walk around the area first, shake off the pursuers, and then secretly go to a city in the central region, buy plane tickets, and leave for China immediately,” Ding Ping said. “The other side has sent lookouts to your place. I had a lot of effort to shake them off when I went out just now.”

“Okay, Blanche and I will follow your arrangements. I also entrust Blanche’s trip to China entirely to you,” Annie said.

“Sister Annie, don’t worry, I will definitely get Blanche to China safely.” Ding Ping was very confident in himself.

“I trust you. You can rest here with me tonight, and you can set off first thing tomorrow morning,” Annie said.

“I have something to take care of,” Ding Ping said. “I’ll be back after I’m done.”

“Be careful,” Blanche instructed.

“You can’t stay here now. They might come to arrest you at night,” Ding Ping said. “When I go out on business, Annie will come with me, wearing a hat so they can’t see your face. They’ll think you’re Blanche and follow us. After I call back, Blanche will immediately leave for my place.”

“That’s a good idea. We’ll distract them, and you can slip away,” Annie praised. “How did you learn so many crooked tricks?”

“I come from a martial arts family in China. I know all about these things in the martial arts world,” Ding Ping said. “But Blanche will have to spend tonight alone. Once they realize that the person with me isn’t Blanche, they’ll keep a close eye on me. For safety, I can only stay here tonight. Tomorrow morning, before dawn, when people are most sleepy, I’ll sneak back from here and escort Blanche away. That way, everything will be safe.”

“Will Blanche be okay alone?” Annie asked, a little worried.

“No problem. I’ve scouted a few times. There are two people watching us, one at the back door and one at the front. When we go out, to be safe, both of them will definitely follow us. That’s when I can tell Blanche. Blanche, you can leave quickly and go to my student apartment. Don’t come out.”

Blanche nodded, indicating that she understood.

When Ding Ping and Annie went out, sure enough, the two people immediately followed them. Ding Ping and Annie strolled slowly through the streets, entering one shopping mall after another. After they were far from Annie’s home, Ding Ping notified Blanche. Two hours later, Blanche sent Ding Ping a message saying that they had arrived safely. Only then did Ding Ping and Annie return home. The two people watching them didn’t even realize that Annie and Blanche had switched places; they still thought Annie was Blanche.

It was quite late, and darkness had fallen. Annie prepared a sumptuous dinner and brought out a bottle of 60-year-old Rémy Martin. When Ding Ping said he wasn't eighteen yet and couldn't drink, and indeed he didn't drink, Annie insisted, saying it was to thank Ding Ping for helping Blanche and her family, and that he must drink it.

Under Annie's enthusiastic persuasion, Ding Ping reluctantly drank it. This liquor wasn't like Chinese baijiu; it was very mild, almost like a blend of a beverage and wine. Before they knew it, they had finished the whole bottle.

Half an hour after dinner, Ding Ping's alcohol kicked in. He felt dizzy and said to Annie, "Sister, I'm a little dizzy. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

Chapter 111 Annie's Passion (Part 1)

Annie had finished cleaning everything and was preparing to have a good time with Ding Ping. But seeing that Ding Ping's face was flushed and he was sitting there unsteadily, she realized he had indeed drunk too much. She said, "Okay, go take a shower and go to bed. I didn't expect you couldn't drink. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you drink so much."

Ding Ping staggered to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and started running water to take a shower. But at this moment, his alcohol was fully in effect, and he felt dizzy and unsteady. With a "thump," he fell into the bathtub. Annie heard the sound from the bathtub and was startled: Ding Ping had fallen.

She rushed into the bathroom. Luckily, Ding Ping was drunk and the door wasn't locked. As soon as Annie entered, she saw Ding Ping sitting in the bathtub, swaying and trying to stand up. Seeing that Ding Ping was alright, she was relieved and hurriedly went to help him. But Ding Ping was still mentally alert and wouldn't let her help him, stammering, "Sister... Sister, why... did you come in? You... get out, you... a grown woman... running in like this, what kind of... behavior is this?"

Annie found it somewhat amusing and said, "Let me wash you. If you won't let me wash you like this, you won't be able to wash properly all night."

After saying that, she didn't care whether Ding Ping agreed or not and started rubbing his body. When she washed Ding Ping's lower body, she was stunned, and her face immediately turned red. It turned out that Ding Ping's penis was engorged and erect, and Annie could feel the heat from it even from a distance.

"He looks quiet and thin, but I didn't expect his thing to be so big." Annie could say she had seen countless men and had met many big men, but she was still very surprised by the size of Ding Ping's penis.

As she washed Ding Ping's private parts, she helped him up, letting him hold onto her body to prevent him from falling. Ding Ping swayed, soaking her clothes. Meanwhile, his penis throbbed in her hand as she washed him, making Annie feel uneasy. Unable to resist, Annie gripped Ding Ping's penis and squeezed it hard a few times. This time, Ding Ping's penis became even more erect, harder, and hotter. Annie held on, unwilling to let go.

"If something like that were inside me, how wonderful that would feel," Annie thought. Her vaginal fluids began to flow.

In his drunken stupor, Ding Ping's hands clung to Annie's body, moving erratically, occasionally caressing her breasts and sometimes squeezing them hard, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. As his hands moved over her, they unconsciously carried the internal energy of the Flower School, making them feel like flames, igniting her body and fueling her already burning desire. Her lower body became even more aroused.

Annie kept telling herself, "He's drunk, and he's still a child. I can't have any other thoughts." She suppressed her inner fire and continued washing Ding Ping. When Annie bent down to wash Ding Ping's thighs, his penis rubbed against her face and neck with his swaying movements, making her feel his hardness and heat; she was on the verge of collapse. Finally, after

painstakingly washing Ding Ping, Annie was completely soaked. She helped him to the guest room and laid him down. Then she immediately went to the bathroom, took off her clothes, and washed herself. At the same time, she masturbated, releasing her desire until she felt somewhat better.

After washing, she put on a bra, panties, and a few other clothes, and went to Ding Ping's room to check if he was asleep. Once everything was ready, she prepared to leave. Just as Annie was about to leave, Ding Ping reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him, saying, "Sister, don't go, let's sleep together."

Actually, apart from Mary, every woman Ding Ping had met here was older than him, and he called them all "sister." Now, in his drunken state, he felt a woman beside him and subconsciously used his usual tone to call her "sister" and ask her to sleep with him; it wasn't directed at Annie.

But Annie didn't understand Ding Ping's situation. The reason she had restrained herself was because Ding Ping was so much older than her. If she had taken advantage of him, and he had other ideas after waking up, Annie would have been utterly humiliated.

At Ding Ping's shout, her body immediately went limp, and with Ding Ping's pull, she collapsed beside him. Ding Ping reached out and embraced her, his lips meeting hers.

Annie also reached out, tightly hugging Ding Ping, her lips busy meeting his. Ding Ping's left hand naturally slid down her waist, slowly lifting her bra. Because Ding Ping was dizzy from drinking, his hands weren't very obedient, and the bra got stuck. Annie cooperated and took it off herself, and her skin touched Ding Ping's. A jolt of electricity shot through her from where their bodies met.

The inexplicable excitement and happiness were hard to describe in words; if one had to describe it, only an electric shock could describe the feeling. Ding Ping also felt very comfortable, pressing himself against her warm lower abdomen.

At this moment, Ding Ping's eyes were on Annie's firm breasts. Ding Ping rested his head against her chest, and at this close distance, he could hear her breathing, rapid, with a hint of excitement and nervousness. Ding Ping kissed Annie's chest, his hands slowly moving from her waist to her breasts, gently kneading them.

Everything Ding Ping had dreamed of was about to come true! The pink nipples stunned him. Annie was so beautiful; she was even more beautiful than Blanche, because her figure was comparable, but she possessed a more mature, womanly charm. Unlike other women in their forties, Annie's breasts weren't soft and sagging; they were firm and elastic, swaying before Ding Ping, causing his penis to quickly and fully erect.

Ding Ping's mouth was busy sucking on Annie's breasts, his right hand gently pinching and rotating her nipples, then lightly biting her areolas with his teeth. Annie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Annie's breasts, covered in Ding Ping's saliva, shone with a glossy sheen, further highlighting their sexiness and beauty.

Ding Ping's hands roamed between Annie's breasts. After some preliminary work, Annie lay completely supine on the bed, her eyes watery and her face flushed with desire. She didn't speak, only breathing deeply. Ding Ping felt his penis harden, so he grabbed Annie's hands that were holding him and guided them down to his crotch. When Annie touched the thick, hard, and hot thing between Ding Ping's legs, her small hands trembled slightly, and she let out a series of indistinct moans.

Chapter 112 Annie's Passion (Part Two)

Ding Ping freed one hand and groped around Annie's waist. Annie trembled as he touched her, unable to stop herself from shaking all over. Ding Ping's hand found Annie's waistband and gently pulled it down. Annie lifted her buttocks to cooperate, making it easy for Ding Ping to pull down her waistband.

After pulling down his underwear, Ding Ping stopped touching her nipples with his mouth. He knelt on the bed and carefully examined Annie's body. She was completely naked, with lush, golden hair faintly visible on her lower body. Her plump vulva was swollen and full of lustful fluid when he touched it with his finger. Annie felt hot all over from Ding Ping's gaze, but she also wanted him to look at her, so she closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased.

Ding Ping first sniffed and kissed her vulva, then squatted down between Annie's legs, and her vulva was now fully exposed. Annie's pubic hair was thick and abundant, covering the entire mons pubis. Her labia majora were thick and fleshy, and her labia minora were particularly well-developed. Lustful fluid blurred the opening between her labia, and her clitoris was slightly exposed. He gently touched it with his index finger, and Annie shuddered, causing even more fluid to flow. He gently stroked his finger back and forth between her labia, and Annie's snow-white thighs trembled incessantly, her vulva involuntarily opening wide.

Seeing Annie's reaction, Ding Ping knew he had found the key, so he intensified his finger movements, pressing his advantage by pressing down and pressing his lips to Annie's vulva. His tongue darted out, the smooth tip teasing and sucking at the wet, glistening clitoris... Annie felt a warm, smooth, wonderful sensation from her lower body. Ding Ping's tongue moved in and out, licking deep within Annie's honeypot, while his fingers continuously rubbed her clitoris. Annie's honeypot was already full of lustful fluids from the bath earlier, and now, unable to withstand Ding Ping's teasing, it immediately flowed profusely, and Annie began to moan wantonly.

Ding Ping raised his head, laboriously withdrawing his right hand from Annie's body. He bent his legs slightly, spreading Annie's thighs apart, adopting a half-squatting position, allowing Annie's thighs to rest on his shoulders. Ding Ping's already erect penis, already in preparation, was precisely aimed at Annie's overflowing paradise.

Ding Ping gripped his almost spitting fire penis with his right hand, supported Annie's buttocks with his left, and with a combined effort, his glans smoothly squeezed into Annie's tight, warm vagina. He released his right hand, pushed his knees outwards slightly, leaned forward, and placed his hands on either side of Annie's body, pressing her legs towards her chest and abdomen. His own lower abdomen protruded forward, and now his entire penis was swallowed by Annie's tender vagina!

A warm, hot sensation rose from Ding Ping's lower abdomen. Perhaps because Annie hadn't been with a man in a long time, Ding Ping felt that Annie's vagina was almost as tight as a virgin's, tightly enveloping his burning desire. Ding Ping tried thrusting a couple of times; an itchy, tingling sensation enveloped his glans. The tingling sensation intensified with each thrust, causing Ding Ping to involuntarily increase the speed and frequency of his hip movements, gradually increasing the frequency and amplitude of his penile thrusts.

Ding Ping thrust with all his might, breathing heavily like a wild beast. Annie's moans grew shorter and shorter with each of Ding Ping's frenzied thrusts, acting like an aphrodisiac to fuel his lust. Ding Ping's penis began to spasm, his glans swelling even more, penetrating deeper and deeper into Annie's vagina with each thrust.

Annie gripped Ding Ping's back tightly with both hands as his penis thrust in and out of her vagina. The faster the thrusting, the tighter Annie's grip tightened. The only sounds in the room were Annie's dreamy moans and the soft, squelching sounds of Ding Ping's penis rubbing against Annie's vulva.

Ding Ping and Annie maintained this position for over ten minutes. They changed positions, with Annie allowing Ding Ping to enter from behind. This position allowed Ding Ping a clearer view of his penis moving in and out of Annie's vagina, stimulating his senses even more. Ding Ping also noticed the allure of Annie's anus. A thought struck him, and he smeared the fluid secreted from Annie's vagina on her anus, gently inserting his finger halfway inside. At this moment, Ding Ping heard Annie moan, "No, I can't take it anymore, don't do this!" Only then did Ding Ping stop.

Annie's moans grew louder and louder: "Ah...oh...oh...fuck me harder...oh...fuck me to death...oh..." Amidst Annie's moans, Ding Ping flipped her over again, thrusting his penis even harder into her vagina. Annie's buttocks rose and fell, matching Ding Ping's thrusts, allowing him to exert more force. Ding

Ping had never before been with such a graceful, beautiful woman, and the murmured moans beneath him only fueled his arousal, driving him to rotate his hips even more vigorously. Annie's vaginal fluids flowed like a flood, one burst after another, soaking a large patch of the sheet beneath her plump buttocks. She moaned loudly, "Ah...mm...mm...so...so good...Ding Ping...you...are...doing it...so good...oh...oh...it feels so good..." …Sister…can’t take it…oh…faster…harder…fuck me…um…um…um…”

The more seductive and wanton Annie became, the more pleasure Ding Ping felt as he thrust into her. So Ding Ping thrust harder and harder, and Annie moaned incessantly as Ding Ping thrust into her. Her plump buttocks swayed like waves, and her head swayed comfortably back and forth. A faint fragrance of Parisian perfume wafted through her wavy hair. At this moment, Ding Ping’s thick penis was fully inserted into Annie’s vagina, grinding against her clitoris. Annie, her teeth clenched, her body writhing, her eyes rolling back in a seductive tremor, uttered in a trembling voice, "Oh... Ding Ping... Sister... it's so... comfortable... um... um... ouch... Sister... you... are... fucking... fucking... to death... ah... ah... you... touched... sister's... flower core... oh... oh... sister... is... going to... go... going to... go... so beautiful..."

Annie's body trembled violently, she let out a long, satisfied sigh, and collapsed onto the bed, passing out in a swaying, seductive manner. A satisfied smile graced her face, which was covered in fragrant sweat. Between Annie's snow-white thighs, a plump, fleshy slit was revealed, with a bright red clitoris at the entrance. Her two plump labia majora kept closing, and the area around them was covered in golden pubic hair, glistening with the lustful fluids that Annie had released, soaking her inner thighs and the sheets beneath her.

Chapter 113 Annie's Passion (Part 3)

After a period of intense activity, Ding Ping rested for a while and his mind cleared. Realizing he had just been making love with Annie, he felt a little embarrassed: "Sister, I drank too much. How could I do something like this with you?" Annie stroked Ding Ping's face and said, "It's not your fault. I wanted to make love with you too, and it turns out I was right. I haven't felt this good in a long time."

Seeing that Ding Ping's penis was still hard and erect, Annie said, "You're so strong. You made me orgasm several times." "And you're still the same as before. Now let me serve you."

With that, Annie lay on top of Ding Ping, kissing his lower body, slowly moving down to his abdomen. She took his penis into her mouth, sometimes swallowing it until the glans reached her throat, sometimes spitting it out and licking the glans with her tongue, sometimes sucking his scrotum into her mouth, sometimes sucking his thick, hard penis horizontally. Annie's tongue moved nimbly and skillfully, licking, rolling, sucking, kissing, and swallowing Ding Ping's penis.

Ding Ping, matching Annie's pace, arched his back, hoping to penetrate deeper. His buttocks swayed rapidly, making his penis thrust faster in and out of Annie's mouth. The beautiful young woman before him had deeply furrowed brows and swollen cheeks; Ding Ping's penis was almost inside Annie's throat. Ding Ping bent down and used his right hand to stroke Annie's high-raised buttocks. From this angle, Annie's buttocks appeared very large, snow-white, and round. When Ding Ping lightly flicked and teased her buttocks with his fingers, Annie kept twisting her body, but her mouth never left Ding Ping's penis.

Ding Ping's penis was enveloped by Annie's small mouth, and he felt waves of warmth surrounding his glans. A tingling pleasure immediately spread throughout his entire body. Ding Ping's penis was as hard as an iron rod from Annie's licking and teasing, with bulging veins and an incredibly thick shaft.

Under Annie's biting and licking, intense pleasure kept sweeping through Ding Ping's entire body. Annie felt the throbbing of Ding Ping's penis and knew that Ding Ping's pleasure had arrived. She flipped over and straddled Ding Ping, one hand guiding Ding Ping's erect penis to her vaginal opening, and the other hand spreading her vaginal opening. Then Annie's body slowly lowered, and Ding Ping's penis slowly squeezed into Annie's tight vagina.

Annie smiled as she watched Ding Ping, moving her hips to allow his penis to slide in and out of her vagina. The head of his penis pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her vagina, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Annie worked diligently, sweating profusely. Her vagina was very flexible; when she lowered herself, she relaxed, allowing Ding Ping's penis to easily penetrate to the end of her vagina, and when she withdrew, she tightened her vagina, making the intercourse particularly pleasurable for

Ding Ping. Lying below, Ding Ping thrust his hips vigorously. Annie's body trembled slightly under the ministrations of his large penis, and she continuously emitted soft, joyful moans from her nose. Ding Ping's penis swelled even more inside Annie, intensifying their mutual pleasure to an even greater degree. Finally, Ding Ping's penis trembled inside Annie, and he let out a rapid roar. Annie knew he was about to come, and, overwhelmed by lust, she immediately tossed her hair and got off him, kneeling down to suck and bite Ding Ping's glans. Ding Ping's penis ejaculated rapidly in Annie's mouth, swallowing all of his semen and licking away the semen and vaginal fluid that clung to his penis. As Annie licked Ding Ping's penis

, cleaning up after him, Ding Ping cooperated, reaching out to grab and knead Annie's firm breasts. Soon, his penis regained its vitality, rapidly swelling inside Annie's mouth, filling her cherry-like lips completely.

Annie spat out the penis that had grown in her mouth, her eyes gazing seductively at Ding Ping, as if they were about to overflow with desire. "How could you be so cruel? Look, it's grown even bigger."

"It can only be said that your attraction is too great, making him unable to resist getting hard again," Ding Ping replied. "In that case, can we play a little more?"

Annie stroked Ding Ping's thick, hot penis, saying, "Tonight, you can do whatever you want. I was originally your elder, but as soon as I saw you, I forgot all that. It feels like I've been in love for a long time. I really want to sleep with you, and I didn't expect my thoughts to be correct. Just now, being with you, I got a pleasure I never got with other men."

"You were also happy when you were with Blanche's biological father, weren't you?" Ding Ping asked.

“Back then, Blanche’s father pursued me, and he pursued me for a long time. I was moved by his perseverance, so I lived with him for a while, but I didn’t develop feelings for him.” Anne kissed Ding Ping and said, “Do you think I could be happy with you under those circumstances?”

“Can we stay together like this forever?” Ding Ping asked a little foolishly, but women like it when men say that. At the same time, he put his hand between Anne’s legs and stroked her vulva.

“If I were twenty years younger, or even just a few years older than you, I would still be with you no matter what. But I’m more than twenty years older than you, so being together forever is impossible. But we can still do this in the future.” Annie said with a hint of regret, “By the way, you spent a day or two with Blanche, did you sleep with her?”

Who asks a man who’s slept with them whether he slept with their daughter? Ding Ping couldn’t understand her psychology. Maybe that’s just how open-minded Chinese people are?

“Not yet.” Ding Ping lied. “Is she a rather traditional person?”

“Yes, she’s quite strong-willed. She doesn’t like most men. But judging from her appearance, she’ll surrender to you soon. Maybe this trip to China will allow you to get her.” Annie said. It seemed she had seen Blanche’s feelings for Ding Ping, but she hadn’t expected that Ding Ping had already won Blanche over.

At this moment, Ding Ping's hand pressed on Annie's clitoris and rubbed it, making her body tingle and her pleasure rise again. Her vaginal fluids flowed out continuously, and her breathing became rapid.

"Do you want it?" Ding Ping asked in Annie's ear, increasing the pressure of his hand, making Annie moan.

Annie's hand grabbed Ding Ping's penis and rapidly stroked it, saying, "Yes! I want you now!"

Chapter 114 Annie's Passion (Part 4)

Ding Ping made Annie stand up from the bed, then led her to the sofa chair in the living room and made Annie lean back against the chair back, almost in a supine position. Then he pulled Annie's legs up and placed them on the armrests, her two fair and tender little feet dangling down relaxed.

Annie found her legs spread almost into a straight line, her vulva wide open, clearly revealing her glistening, wet opening. Her female instincts kicked in, and she wanted to break free in shame. But the movement only caused the tender flesh of her vaginal opening to contract and writhe, seemingly even more desperate for Ding Ping's penis to forcefully penetrate her.

Beneath Ding Ping, Annie spoke to him in a seductive, almost moaning voice, "Come on... I want... you..."

Covered in fragrant sweat, still panting and trembling, Annie looked pitiful, making her even more beautiful and alluring. However, the more she acted this way, the more it stimulated Ding Ping's intense desire to conquer her!

Lying on the sofa, Annie's fair and rosy skin was flawless, like a fine jade sculpture, exquisite and translucent. Her small, angular red lips were slightly parted, as if calling for help, making one want to bite them immediately. Her smooth, delicate neck, her flat, delicate abdomen, her rounded, long thighs, her full, plump buttocks, her curvaceous figure, and that alluring triangle—mysterious like a secluded valley in the deep mountains—what a beautiful picture of a woman being violated! Ding Ping's desire surged once more! His penis throbbed with uncontrollable engorgement!

With his legs slightly bent, Ding Ping grasped his firm, erect penis, aiming it at Annie's open, wanton vulva. With a slight thrust of his hips, his penis plunged deep into Annie's body. With a "squelch," taking advantage of the wetness, Ding Ping's thick penis reached the very bottom of Annie's vagina.

After Annie's tender opening was stretched open by Ding Ping's thick penis, the warm, tender flesh inside her vagina tightly enveloped his penis, as if a suction force was drawing his penis deeper into her paradise.

Ding Ping gripped Annie's hardened and enlarged breasts with both hands, kneading and twisting them forcefully, while his penis slowly thrust in and out. Annie, lying on the sofa, moved her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks in rhythm with Ding Ping.

Annie hooked her legs tightly around Ding Ping's waist, making her alluring vulva more prominent and closer to his penis. Ding Ping occasionally swayed his hips, grinding his large glans deep inside Annie's clitoris. Annie's hair flew wildly, her body trembled, and she cried out in wanton moans, tormented by Ding Ping's inconsistent speed and depth of thrusting.

After another round of frenzied thrusting, Ding Ping lifted Annie's left leg, turning her to her side. With the angle of his penis changing, Annie's vagina became narrower, and Ding Ping's thrusts increased in force. Annie, pressed beneath Ding Ping, moaned even louder. At this point, Annie was so overwhelmed by Ding Ping's penetration that her vulva was steaming, her vision blurred, and she was completely powerless and reckless.

Annie trembled, biting her lip, a beautiful expression of pleasure on her face. Her vagina was being relentlessly ravaged by Ding Ping's large glans, moving up and down, deep and shallow. Ding Ping thrust even harder, his relentless thrusting leaving him breathless, yet he persisted with his ferocious pounding!

Annie's wanton appearance fueled Ding Ping's even more vigorous thrusting, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he had pierced through her alluring vagina. Annie was driven to ecstasy by Ding Ping's penetration, her hair disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed with desire, her whole body utterly relaxed, her fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids soaking the leather cover of the sofa. Annie moaned seductively beneath Ding Ping.

Seeing Annie so frantically yielding to him, Ding Ping was overjoyed, and he used every ounce of strength in his thrusts, frantically and relentlessly! The penis thrust in and out, raining down on Annie's clitoris like raindrops, the sounds of "plop! plop!" echoing continuously in the living room.

Annie's tender vagina, with Ding Ping's penis inside her, contracted and expanded with the rhythm of his thrusts, her vaginal fluids overflowing, flowing down her white buttocks onto the leather chair. Annie's small, red mouth was slightly open, panting heavily, her expression both shy and alluring, her demeanor both seductive and maddening.

Ding Ping increased the speed of his thrusts, and Annie could only helplessly spread her legs as wide as possible, allowing Ding Ping's penis to penetrate deeper into her vagina, while she gripped Ding Ping's arms tightly with both hands, moaning incessantly. At this moment, Ding Ping began thrusting rapidly, as if he were about to ejaculate, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, causing Annie's labia to flip in and out repeatedly. After hundreds of powerful thrusts, Ding Ping let out a shout, and a stream of semen shot out. Annie's body convulsed and spasmed from Ding Ping's final thrust, the walls of her vagina tightly gripping the massive, brutally intruding member. The tender, moist mucous membranes within her tight vagina contracted and sucked at her. Her long, smooth, snow-white legs suddenly arched and stiffened, and a stream of thick, slippery, precious vaginal fluid shot out from her dark, deep uterus. "Ah...ah..." Annie's face flushed red, her cheeks glowed, and she cried out in a shy, panting voice.

Ding Ping pressed his entire body against Annie's, both of them breathing heavily. After a long while, Ding Ping finally withdrew the dildo and lowered his head to kiss Annie. "Ding Ping, you're so ruthless! You didn't act like a sixteen-year-old child just now, more like a grown man. Look, you've made my little hole so red and swollen. How am I supposed to get out of bed tomorrow?" Annie spread her legs, pointing to her swollen vulva for Ding Ping to see. "I'm sorry, because you made me feel so good just now, I couldn't help but use a little force, because I was almost at orgasm too!" Ding Ping tenderly stroked Annie's labia, but noticed that her recently ravaged vulva was starting to flow with lustful fluid again. So Ding Ping smiled and asked, "My darling Annie, since you feel pain, what are these things I'm holding now?"

"You're so mean, you know the answer and you still ask! I felt so bad just now, but it also felt so good. And, I just wanted you to have a super good time too, that's why I let you make my lower body so red and swollen!" Annie said coquettishly like a young girl.

They got up and went to the bathroom to wash themselves clean. They lay down on the bed, embracing and whispering sweet nothings. Because Ding Ping and Annie had been making love for over two hours, Annie was probably very tired and slowly fell asleep in Ding Ping's arms. March 15th,

Chapter 115: Escaping Danger .

At five in the morning, before dawn, Ding Ping, making sure the people watching him weren't paying attention, leaped from Annie's second-floor balcony to a nearby tree, then leaped to another tree. In this way, Ding Ping moved away from Annie's villa through the air before landing on the ground and calmly leaving.

Back at the student dormitory, Blanche, upon confirming it was Ding Ping, immediately ran out of her bedroom and hugged him tightly, as if afraid he would run away. Ding Ping led her into the bedroom and carefully examined Blanche under the light. Seeing that she was neatly dressed and didn't look like she had been sleeping, he asked, "Why didn't you sleep?"

"I did, but I had something on my mind, and I kept feeling groggy and couldn't fall asleep," Blanche said.

"Come on, let's get some sleep. How can we travel without rest?" Ding Ping hugged Blanche like he was coaxing a child, and they lay down on the bed. Soon, Blanche fell asleep, and Ding Ping also drifted off to sleep.

When Ding Ping woke up, it was already bright daylight. Blanche was still asleep. Ding Ping knew that Blanche hadn't slept all night before his return. Thinking that sending her across the border wasn't urgent, he quietly got up and let her continue to rest.

Ding Ping still had a question to consider: after bringing Blanche to China, he might not be able to return for a long time. Where should he put her? What should he have her do? Should he focus on her studies or find her a job?

Based on Ding Ping's experience, Blanche wouldn't have much trouble finding a suitable job in China, given her beauty and education. The key issue was that she didn't speak Chinese, so who would care for her initially?

"I'll ask about her situation after she wakes up," Ding Ping thought. "At the same time, I need to inform the National Security Bureau and make appropriate arrangements. If Blanche's biological father wins the competition, it will be a valuable political resource for China." Ding Ping

also thought about how he had finally managed to go back and wanted to spend time with Liu Xinhua, his aunt, Wu Yuemei, Huang Dongqing, and others. Thinking of their enthusiasm and their affection for him, Ding Ping's heart warmed.

Around nine o'clock, Blanche woke up. Ding Ping left a letter, telling Mary that he had some urgent business to attend to and needed to travel out of town, possibly for two or three weeks or longer. He asked Mary to take good care of her mother and himself. Then, after quickly dressing Blanche, he set off.

On the way, Ding Ping used several methods to confirm that no one was following him. He and Blanche arrived in Lanling City, a city in central China, booked a hotel room, and settled Blanche in. Ding Ping then went to the airport, observed the ticket counters and entrance, and after confirming there were no suspicious individuals, bought two tickets for a flight to S country at 5 PM the next day.

Ding Ping then rushed back to the hotel and immediately went with Blanche to another city, heading straight to the airport to buy two tickets for an upcoming flight to a city in northern China. They immediately entered the waiting area to board. At this point, only four or five hours had passed since Ding Ping's first ticket purchase. Even if the other party discovered Blanche's whereabouts, they would be drawn to the airport where Ding Ping had first purchased tickets in Lanling City.

As Ding Ping predicted, the other party quickly discovered Blanche's location. From that evening until noon the next day, several of their personnel kept watch at Lanling City Airport, but by then Ding Ping and Blanche had already arrived in China.

As soon as he got off the plane, Ding Ping took a taxi straight to the house Yu Yan had given him. On the way, he called Zhang Shiyu to tell her he was almost home and that she should come home immediately to wait for him, no matter what. Shiyu was initially skeptical, but after confirming that Ding Ping was telling the truth, she immediately agreed to go home right away.

Forty minutes later, Ding Ping arrived home, where Shiyu was already waiting. After more than half a year, Zhang Shiyu had grown even more beautiful and charming. When Zhang Shiyu saw the very beautiful Blanche, she was visibly stunned. Ding Ping ignored her and hugged her tightly.

Then Ding Ping released Zhang Shiyu and introduced Blanche to her in English, explaining the purpose of his trip. After understanding the situation, Zhang Shiyu greeted Blanche in English and conversed with Ding Ping and Blanche in English, clearly treating Blanche as a friend, which made Blanche feel at ease.

Ding Ping instructed Zhang Shiyu to take good care of Blanche, and then immediately went to the National Security Bureau to report the situation to the relevant leaders. They took Ding Ping's report very seriously and said they would immediately study and arrange things for Blanche, asking Ding Ping to bring her over the next day and assign her a job.

At this point, Ding Ping felt relieved. After returning home, he asked Blanche what she wanted to do, and then chatted with Zhang Shiyu and Blanche without worry. After dinner, Blanche, whether genuinely tired or intentionally creating an opportunity for Ding Ping and Zhang Shiyu, went to bed early in another room.

As soon as Blanche left, Zhang Shiyu immediately sat in Ding Ping's lap. Ding Ping whispered in Zhang Shiyu's ear, "Shall we take a shower first?" Zhang Shiyu nodded, sitting in Ding Ping's lap, without speaking. Ding Ping then carried her into the bathroom.

Ding Ping turned on the shower, letting the warm water fall like countless rays of light, showering their faces, warmly and intimately drenching their embracing bodies. Zhang Shiyu tilted her head back, her lips slightly upturned. Ding Ping pressed his lips against hers, and they kissed in the warm water, slowly and deeply, their lips gently licking each other, feeling their desire slowly stirring within them. Zhang Shiyu

's body shifted restlessly in Ding Ping's arms. His lips slid down to her chest, and when he teased her nipples with his wet tongue, she twisted her slender waist to escape. Ding Ping embraced her from behind, one hand sliding across her lower abdomen, covering her wet pubic hair. She arched her hips high, trying to get away. The comfortable water temperature shone like arrows onto their naked bodies. The light dimmed in the rising steam. Ding Ping seemed to hear Zhang Shiyu's pounding heartbeat, feel the sound of her blood flowing, and hear soft, lingering moans escaping her lips. Ding Ping's thick penis quietly pushed into Zhang Shiyu from behind, rubbing against her swollen lower body. Zhang Shiyu raised one thigh, her toes pointed, tense as if dancing ballet.

A sudden wave of pleasure surged from Ding Ping's lower abdomen, spreading throughout his body. Ding Ping's wet penis withdrew from Zhang Shiyu's slippery peach blossom cave, then slowly pushed in again. Ding Ping felt a spring-like surge within her spasming peach blossom cave. Ding Ping pressed tightly against Zhang Shiyu's peach blossom cave. After a moment, her waist twisted and swayed, she moaned loudly, her hips rising and falling incessantly. Ding Ping forgot about Blanche and continued to thrust his penis without stopping.

Chapter 116 Zhang Shiyu and Blanche (Part 1)

In the blurry mirror of the bathroom, Ding Ping saw Zhang Shiyu's face, indistinct and phantom-like, her eyes wide open, half-love, half-surprise. Ding Ping stopped thrusting, pulled his penis out of Zhang Shiyu's vagina, and whispered in her ear, "Shall we go to the bedroom?"

Back on the bed, Zhang Shiyu gradually adapted to Ding Ping's long and large member. With each powerful thrust, she arched her hips to receive it, and she appreciated it more and more. Sometimes, Zhang Shiyu would bend her legs high in the air, even boldly using her fingers to pry open her labia, like an open city gate welcoming the invasion of a thousand troops, letting out painful screams as if being tortured, to stimulate Ding Ping's physical excitement and make him thrust even more violently. They were like two fish left on the beach after the tide receded, writhing wildly under the scorching sun, the bed filled with semen, saliva, and sweat.

Ding Ping, with devilish vigor, pushed her to the peak of passion time and time again. Zhang Shiyu moved even more vigorously and joyfully, as if trying to make up for the loss of not being with Ding Ping for the past six months. She flipped herself over, tossing her round buttocks high towards Ding Ping. Ding Ping penetrated her from behind. With a scream, her body swelled, her senses heightened, and everything seemed like a thirsty flower, sucking in Ding Ping's fiery and watery thrusts.

Ding Ping's thrusts drove Zhang Shiyu mad. Her body swayed flexibly with Ding Ping's movements. Ding Ping's thick penis, like digging for treasure, teased and thrust inside her vagina, plunging left and right. Her body trembled under Ding Ping's brutal ravaging. In the unrestrained moans and the impact of flesh, she gradually exhausted her strength. She went from kneeling on the bed to lying face down. Her eyes became moist with excitement under the light, and her lips opened and closed in the impact of orgasm, feeling somewhat lost and confused.

Ding Ping straightened his back, his hands gripping Zhang Shiyu's slender waist, lifting her white, satin-like legs onto his shoulders. This made her most intimate area even more exposed and prominent. Ding Ping's thrusts became even more powerful and frenzied, her cries becoming more wanton and prolonged—sometimes continuous moans, sometimes monotonous groans.

Zhang Shiyu's sudden climaxes always occurred in various positions. Whenever the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body, her whole body seemed to convulse, her muscles stiffening and her torso rigid. Ding Ping always accurately grasped the peak of her desire, bringing pleasure to himself as well. Initially, she looked down upon his naked form, proud and eager, wanting nothing more than to devour him and grind him to powder. After the intimate physical contact, she still retained some ambition and arrogance. But once Ding Ping unleashed his full power, she crumbled completely, only able to surrender and beg for mercy.

Ding Ping, unable to contain himself, released his pent-up passion, which surged forth like a tidal wave within her. In that instant, Ding Ping's magnificent physique lost its strength, collapsing like rubble onto Zhang Shiyu's soft body. As Zhang Shiyu's moans grew weaker, her body became increasingly limp, as if her bones had been removed. Ding Ping's body was like a ruin, except that Zhang Shiyu's skin, stimulated by hormones, became as lustrous as silk.

After their pleasure, Ding Ping and Zhang Shiyu lay together on the bed.

"Zhang Shiyu, your breasts seem to have gotten bigger again," Ding Ping said, kneading her breasts.

"Wasn't it all because of you touching me that I got bigger?" Zhang Shiyu retorted, "Even if you haven't touched me during this time, it's still related to you. My breasts only got bigger after I was with you."

Zhang Shiyu's hands weren't idle either, constantly moving over Ding Ping's body. Ding Ping saw Zhang Shiyu's snow-white skin and her cheeks, and a happy smile appeared on his face, knowing that she was happy to be with him.

Ding Ping held Zhang Shiyu's breasts in his hands and rubbed them incessantly. He leaned over her and slowly moved down to her lower abdomen, making Zhang Shiyu spread her legs. He placed his mouth on Zhang Shiyu's peach blossom, ignoring Zhang Shiyu's objections, and stuck out his tongue to lick her clitoris.

Ding Ping's tongue licked in and out of Zhang Shiyu's honey hole, and he used his fingers to rub her clitoris. Zhang Shiyu couldn't withstand Ding Ping's teasing, and immediately her juices flowed freely, and she began to moan wantonly, and with Ding Ping's sucking, the sound grew louder and louder.

Ignoring Zhang Shiyu's moans, Ding Ping reached for her breasts again, attacking her soft flesh. One hand grasped one firm breast, kneading and rubbing it with varying pressure. Zhang Shiyu, aroused by Ding Ping's relentless assault, was consumed by desire and unable to control herself.

Under Ding Ping's caresses and sucking, Zhang Shiyu's love juices had already soaked the bed! Ding Ping didn't wait any longer, flipping over and pressing himself onto Zhang Shiyu. He easily thrust his penis inside her—although Zhang Shiyu had just made love with Ding Ping and even reached orgasm, her vagina was still somewhat tight. However, because Zhang Shiyu was so wet this time, her vaginal fluids were not only plentiful but also thick and slippery, making Ding Ping feel incredibly good! Ding Ping made a "whoosh" sound as soon as he entered. Ding Ping increased the speed of his thrusts, further intensifying this lubricated pleasure! Zhang Shiyu's mouth opened wide as Ding Ping penetrated her, and she let out a low growl... "Oh...! It really, really feels so good!..." Zhang Shiyu's buttocks kept rising to meet Ding Ping's thrusts, her cheeks flushed with the ecstasy of orgasm, her whole body trembling... The moans from her mouth continued, showing that she was very aroused, practically in heat! Ding Ping thrust for about ten minutes, and Zhang Shiyu's vaginal fluids had completely soaked a large area of the bed beneath them. Ding Ping's knees, where he was kneeling, could feel the fluids flowing onto the bed. Ding Ping's genitals were completely wet, and his testicles felt as if they were immersed in water. The fluids flowed down Ding Ping's penis onto his testicles, dripping continuously onto the bed... "Ah..." Zhang Shiyu finally erupted with a cry of orgasm, and Ding Ping deeply felt Zhang Shiyu's vagina contracting and vibrating! Then a large gush of vaginal fluid erupted from the gap between the penis and vaginal walls, giving Ding Ping's little brother another shower. Ding Ping couldn't withstand such a gush, his penis swelled to its limit, and he ejaculated! Ejaculated! My God, he ejaculated for a full half minute, his penis still trembling, as if it wanted to fire out all the bullets, leaving not a drop... Ding Ping let out a long howl, his body heavily collapsing onto Zhang Shiyu. Both of them were breathing heavily, Ding Ping's sweat dripping onto her breasts, mixing with her sweat, wetting the sheets...

Chapter 117 Zhang Shiyu and Blanche (Part Two)

Just as Ding Ping and Zhang Shiyu were nestled in the afterglow of their climax, Blanche pushed open their door and walked in, saying, "Ding Ping, don't you know it's very uncomfortable to listen to sex? Why do you always call me..." "Were you listening to your moaning?"

Zhang Shiyu was a little shy when Blanche came in, but after hearing Blanche's words, her face immediately turned red, and she said apologetically, "I'm sorry! We got so excited that we forgot everything and couldn't control our noises."

Ding Ping got off the bed, pulled Blanche onto the bed, and said, "Since you can't sleep and it's uncomfortable to listen, why don't you sleep with us?"

Zhang Shiyu had never done anything like this with Ding Ping before. Seeing Ding Ping pull Blanche onto the bed, she opened her eyes wide in surprise, looking at Ding Ping and Blanche, while wrapping herself tightly in the blanket.

Seeing Zhang Shiyu's reaction, Blanche understood that she had never done this before, and said, "Shiyu, you've never been with three people before, have you?"

Zhang Shiyu nodded.

"You can try it today," Blanche said, "After doing it once, you'll know that doing it with three people is very exciting."

"That's so embarrassing!" Zhang Shiyu found it hard to imagine.

“It’s nothing.” Blanche reached out and pulled the towel off Zhang Shiyu. “Ding Yi is someone we both love. What’s shameful about being with someone you love?”

As she spoke, Blanche took off the few clothes she was wearing, leaving her completely naked. Ding Yi then said to Zhang Shiyu, “Watch how Blanche and I do it first, and then I’ll do it with you, okay?” Seeing

this, Zhang Shiyu didn’t know what to say. Although she had never done this before, she had heard of the term “threesome.” She used to think that there would never be an opportunity for three people to be together, but today it had happened, and she really wanted to try it. So she lay down and didn’t object.

Blanche’s skin was fair and rosy, without a single flaw, like a fine jade carving, exquisite and translucent. Her small, angular red lips were parted wide, as if crying for help, making one want to bite them immediately. Her smooth, delicate neck, her flat, delicate abdomen, her rounded, long thighs, her full, plump buttocks, her curvaceous, tall, and well-proportioned figure, and that alluring triangle area, were as mysterious as a secluded valley in the deep mountains.

Ding Ping began to caress Blanche's body and kissed her lips, lowering his head to kiss her cheeks and cherry lips. Blanche extended her tongue, allowing Ding Ping to comfortably hold it in his mouth, licking it noisily. Ding Ping decided to slowly savor the beautiful Blanche before him, inspiring Zhang Shiyu beside him.

Blanche's pair of small, white, and adorable feet, her rounded and charming ankles, delicate and seemingly boneless, her ten exquisite toes like a string of precious jade stones, shimmering with alluring light. Under Ding Ping's caresses, Blanche spread her two tender, white, and slender legs wide open, allowing Ding Ping to clearly see the mysterious garden between her legs and her round and elastic plump buttocks.

Blanche's two trembling, warm, full, snow-white breasts spread out to the sides, completely exposed before his eyes. Her rosy nipples stood erect, and her large breasts rose and fell with her breath, trembling incessantly. Sweat covered her breasts, which shimmered with an alluring sheen, awaiting Ding Ping's conquest. Seeing this beautiful scene, Ding Ping's mind went blank, and he was momentarily stunned. The touch had felt wonderful, but the sight was even more beautiful.

Ding Ping swallowed hard, reaching out to grasp and knead Blanche's breasts, which resembled ripe peaches. He lowered his head, taking her small, red nipples into his mouth and gently licking them with his tongue. Meanwhile, his right index finger and thumb pinched and rubbed Blanche's nipples. A surge of electric-like stimulation coursed through Blanche's body, causing her to tremble slightly, her nipples hardening.

Blanche felt as if two flames were burning in her chest, making her mouth dry. Her snow-white body was exposed, being constantly caressed by Ding Ping. He moved his mouth to Blanche's navel, then slowly to her pubic hair. The tightly closed vulva and beautiful petals ignited a fire in Ding Ping's heart. He began to lick and suck the edges of Blanche's labia.

"Mmm...no...mmm!" Blanche shook her head desperately, her legs rising and falling, moaning loudly. Blanche's vulva was truly beautiful! Ding Ping, licking and sucking Blanche's labia with his tongue, continuously moved his hands to caress Blanche's lower abdomen, and soon streams of viscous fluid flowed from Blanche's peach blossom cave. Ding Ping knelt between Blanche's thighs, impatiently lifting Blanche's buttocks, placing her tender, lotus-root-like legs on his shoulders, her alluring vulva directly facing his mouth, completely exposed. Looking at it, there were two plump, abalone-like tender flesh, already soaked, with the purplish-red, soft labia minora slightly parted, a few transparent drops of lust hanging on them, delicate and tempting. The pubic hair on both sides, wet and golden, lay neatly against the snow-white skin, shimmering under the light. The entire mons pubis, filled with the young woman's fragrance, exuded a hot, pungent aura, making Ding Ping even more excited.

This position nearly made Blanche faint. Her body desperately needed Ding Ping's penetration. Blanche pleaded in a trembling voice, her voice laced with moans, "Please...please Ding Ping, hurry...hurry up and insert it..." Ding Ping didn't rush in. Instead, he smiled and glanced at Blanche, then lowered his head and took her dripping vulva into his mouth. His slippery tongue deftly slipped into the narrow crevice, licking and sucking. The intense, fiery sensation excited Ding Ping immensely. Blanche's moans below grew shorter and shorter, eventually turning into soft groans. Waves of even stronger, tingling sensations surged from her lower body, plunging Blanche's mind back into chaos, and intensifying her desire for Ding Ping.

After a while, Ding Ping lowered Blanche's legs, grasped his thick, hard penis, and rubbed it between Blanche's pubic hair and labia. He smeared the fluid from her wet labia with his fingers, then applied it around the large glans. With Blanche struggling, he forcefully thrust his hard, erect penis into her vagina. Ding Ping pushed his erect penis deep into Blanche's body.

Blanche was very wet, and her vagina was tight. Ding Ping's thrusts produced a "sizzling" sound, almost every time penetrating deep into her vagina. Each thrust made Blanche tremble, her red lips part slightly, and she groan. Ding Ping thrust over a hundred times in a row, until Blanche was covered in a fine sweat, her cheeks flushed.

Chapter 118 Zhang Shiyu and Blanche (Part 3)

At this moment, Zhang Shiyu, who was watching from the side, was aroused by their lewdness. The lust in her heart burned fiercely, and her breathing became rapid. She joined them and tentatively placed her hand on Blanche's body, constantly stroking her.

Ding Ping put one of Blanche's legs on his shoulder, and her other leg could only be raised high. It swayed back and forth with Ding Ping's thrusting, and she moaned wildly, "Mmm..." Ding Ping paused for a while, and then began to thrust in and out with great force. Each time, he pulled his penis to the entrance of her vagina and then inserted it all the way in at once. His scrotum hit Blanche's buttocks with a "slap slap" sound. Blanche's moans grew louder and louder, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. "Ah mmm..." Each moan was accompanied by a long exhale, and the muscles on her face twitched.

Ding Ping felt Blanche's vagina contracting in waves. Each deep thrust felt like a tiny mouth trying to engulf his glans. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her buttocks and soaked the sheets with each withdrawal. Blanche's full breasts heaved like waves, her small, now red nipples particularly striking. Ding Ping thrust a few more times, then lowered Blanche's legs and climbed on top of her. Blanche happily accepted his thrusts.

Ding Ping's thick penis filled Blanche's vagina completely, the vaginal walls gripping it tightly, putting immense pressure on his penis. But as his penis ravaged her, the resistance lessened, and a soft "sizzle" sound filled the air. Ding Ping braced himself on the bed, thrusting vigorously, watching Blanche cry out in pleasure with each thrust, her large breasts bouncing up and down on his body. Ding Ping felt increasingly excited, thrusting even harder.

Meanwhile, Ding Ping took Zhang Shiyu's hand, which had been caressing Blanche, and placed it at the junction of his penis and Blanche's vagina, allowing Zhang Shiyu to feel the force of Ding Ping's thrusts and Blanche's wetness. After an initial period of passivity, Zhang Shiyu took the initiative, pressing Blanche's clitoris repeatedly to give her maximum stimulation. Under the dual impact of Ding Ping and Zhang Shiyu, Blanche's moans grew louder and louder.

Ding Ping's penis was hard and powerful, each thrust reaching Blanche's cervix, sending a tingling sensation through her. Two strands of Blanche's beautiful hair cascaded over her two full breasts, which swayed with Ding Ping's movements. Her hair, yellow and white, bounced around her bouncing breasts, creating a unique and alluring effect that ignited Ding Ping's passion, causing him to thrust even more fiercely.

Blanche's paradise was being penetrated by Ding Ping's hot, hard, thick and large penis, making her feel incredibly comfortable. She moaned with each of Ding Ping's movements. Excited, she hugged Ding Ping tightly with both hands, hooked her raised legs around Ding Ping's waist, and twisted her plump buttocks up and down desperately to meet the grinding of Ding Ping's penis. Blanche was intoxicated by the passion of lust. She was already wet with vaginal fluid, her hands and feet were cold, and she was in a daze. A thick stream of hot vaginal fluid gushed out of Blanche's paradise.

Ding Ping's penis was immersed in the scalding liquid. Knowing that Blanche was about to reach orgasm, he gripped Blanche's buttocks tightly and thrust upwards with all his might. Blanche felt the penis inside her vagina pressing deeply against her cervix. The thrusting made her vagina contract violently in waves. "Oh...oh...it feels so good!...so good!...oh...I'm going to cum...I'm cumming!..." Blanche's brows were furrowed, and she whimpered sweetly. The extreme pleasure made her lose her senses and pant heavily. She was covered in fragrant sweat, her eyes were slightly closed, and her beautiful face showed the satisfied joy after the orgasm.

Seeing that Blanche had reached her climax, Zhang Shiyu immediately pulled Ding Ping off her, grasping his still-wet penis. Her face filled with desire, she forgot her shyness and restraint. Her warm, damp palm pressed against Ding Ping's hard penis, her fingers spreading out, kneading it. As Zhang Shiyu gently rubbed, the tip of her little finger traced along Ding Ping's abdomen, while the pad of her index finger focused on the groove beneath the glans, sticking and rubbing it. Ding Ping's already erect penis rolled from side to side under the pressure of Zhang Shiyu's hands. The hard, elastic, and slightly abrasive contact sent a slight sense of euphoria through him. Ding Ping spread

Zhang Shiyu's hands and pressed them onto the bed, brazenly scanning her naked upper body and full breasts with his eyes. He sucked on her nipples, and she rolled from side to side, emitting low, rapid moans. Ding Ping stopped his advances, laid her flat, and lay down beside her. Zhang Shiyu's moans intensified slightly. She groaned, embracing Ding Ping and gently stroking the back of his hair. Ding Ping held Zhang Shiyu's body tighter, and driven by desire, he grasped her two snow-white breasts, slowly kneading and playing with her unsuspecting breasts.

The pleasure in her breasts had made Zhang Shiyu's breathing rapid. She abandoned her usual reserve and uttered many bold and wanton words: "Ah...no...I can't take it anymore..." Zhang Shiyu's beautiful breasts were deformed in Ding Ping's hands. "Ah...I can't..." A sweet current surged through Zhang Shiyu's body, her voice trembling. Seeing Zhang Shiyu's sensitive reaction, Ding Ping became even more excited and began to pinch her nipples. "Ah...no...I really can't..." Nipples were already sensitive areas, and the pleasure of exposure sent a tingling sensation deep within Zhang Shiyu's body.

Slowly, Ding Ping's palm caressed Zhang Shiyu's abdomen, sliding around her navel, directly fondling her private parts. Deep within Zhang Shiyu's vulva, it had already melted, overflowing with clear, lustful fluid, wetting her pubic hair. Suddenly, Ding Ping's fingers plunged into Zhang Shiyu's vulva. The wet, throbbing clitoris was invaded, and Zhang Shiyu felt a wave of dizziness, her whole body trembling. Instinctively, she twisted her sexy naked body, leaning against Ding Ping. Ding Ping tightly embraced her slender waist with his right hand, while his left index finger moved within her wet opening, his fingers penetrating near her uterus.

"Ah...don't go too deep...don't use your hands..." Zhang Shiyu's voice was hoarse, her body feeling even more itchy and weak, letting Ding Ping play with her at will. The hot mucous membrane inside her vagina would contract in waves. Ding Ping rolled over and pressed down on Zhang Shiyu, placing his palms on either side of her. Blanche had also calmed down by this time, helping Ding Ping spread Zhang Shiyu's thighs and stroking Zhang Shiyu's peach blossom garden with her hands, pressing her clitoris, causing her already wet peach blossom garden to gush with love juice.

"Shiyu, you have so much water!" Blanche couldn't help but exclaim, but Zhang Shiyu had no time to pay attention to her.

Chapter 119 Zhang Shiyu and Blanche (Part 4)

Ding Ping thrust his hips against Zhang Shiyu, his penis sliding freely inside her wet and slippery vagina. His glans rubbed intensely against her vulva. With each thrust, Ding Ping's body seemed to undulate across a plain, his movements becoming increasingly powerful and rapid. Zhang Shiyu's head turned to one side, her hands gripping Ding Ping's neck tightly.

With each thrust, Zhang Shiyu's large breasts trembled, while Blanche's hands reached for Zhang Shiyu's breasts, kneading and squeezing them. This sight excited Ding Ping greatly, his hips moving faster and faster, sweat dripping from his shoulders onto Zhang Shiyu's chest.

Just then, Zhang Shiyu, who was pinned down, turned over and switched places with Ding Ping. She straightened up and sat on Ding Ping's lower body, placing her palms on Ding Ping's abdomen and aligning her vulva with Ding Ping's penis. She gently sat down and swallowed Ding Ping's penis completely, letting Ding Ping's glans reach the deepest part of her vulva, then rotating and grinding it. Blanche also lifted her legs and straddled Ding Ping's lower abdomen, facing Zhang Shiyu, hugging her tightly, aligning her breasts with Zhang Shiyu's breasts, and squeezing them forcefully.

Ding Ping placed his hands between Blanche's legs, pressing his fingers on her clitoris until it swelled under his touch, causing Blanche's breathing to quicken. Then, Ding Ping moved his hands down, inserting his fingers into her labia and into her G-spot. Blanche's body trembled, and a stream of fluid flowed from her vagina, wetting Ding Ping's lower abdomen and flowing down his back. The fluid mingled with Zhang Shiyu's vaginal fluid, creating a "slapping" sound with each thrust. Blanche's panting turned into loud moans, mingling with Zhang Shiyu's cries to form a symphony that made one's blood boil. Ding Ping's heart raced

, and he began to thrust, raising his penis to meet Zhang Shiyu's impact. Zhang Shiyu, like a rider on a wild horse, bounced up and down, but this "horse" was able to enter her body, giving her the greatest pleasure.

Under the impact of Ding Ping's penis, Zhang Shiyu's flower stem, and Blanche's flower stem, teased by Ding Ping's fingers, while their four breasts squeezed and rubbed against each other, soon reached orgasm. Both women sat limply on Ding Ping, motionless, only embracing each other and panting heavily.

Ding Ping lifted them up, placing Blanche on her back and Zhang Shiyu on top of her, their legs spread, their vulvas aligned. Ding Ping inserted his penis between their vulvas, gripping Zhang Shiyu's slender waist with both hands, his penis forcefully thrusting, penetrating, and piercing them, sometimes entering Zhang Shiyu's body, sometimes Blanche's. Without Ding Ping's control, they vigorously rubbed against each other, reaching orgasm around the same time after dozens of thrusts. They kissed passionately, sometimes moaning, sometimes shouting, and finally calmed down after a tremor.

The moans of Blanche and Zhang Shiyu, Ding Ping's panting, the sweat glistening between them, the shaking of the bed, their writhing movements in rhythm with the penetration of his penis, and the undulating breasts and voluptuous bodies of the two women—all under Ding Ping's control—created a primal melody, gradually bringing him to orgasm. Ding Ping began to find it difficult to penetrate them, then he thrust forward with all his might, gasping sharply.

At that moment, an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted from their heated bodies. Ding Ping felt his semen spurt from his penis, millions of sperm shooting out, splashing between Blanche and Zhang Shiyu's tightly joined genitals. His testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitched intermittently beneath his scrotum.

Apart from Blanche and Zhang Shiyu's naked, alluring bodies and Ding Ping's lingering pleasure after their intercourse, everything else seemed to disappear. The three of them embraced, savoring the afterglow of their climax.

Ding Ping had to admit that this was one of his most comfortable and passionate sexual experiences. During this time with Zhang Shiyu and Blanche, he had orgasmed three times, a rare occurrence in his sexual life. Ding Ping was well aware of his physical limitations; it was generally difficult for him to reach orgasm with a single woman. However, when he was with the women he loved, their pleasure was his greatest joy, regardless of his own orgasm. But this time was different. Ding Ping had two orgasms with Zhang Shiyu, and then Blanche joined in, leading to another orgasm between them. They continued making love for over four hours. Zhang Shiyu and Blanche's genitals were unlikely to feel any relief the next day; under Ding Ping's caresses, his fingers felt the swelling of their labia.

Blanche lifted her slightly swollen genitals and whispered in Ding Ping's ear, "Ding Ping, you're really something! You've made my labia majora and minora, and my vulva, all swollen. How am I supposed to walk tomorrow?"

Zhang Shiyu was the same, relentlessly teasing Ding Ping. Ding Ping said, "There's nothing I can do about it. Who told you two to be so useless? But Zhang Shiyu's problem is easy to solve; she can just ask for a day off tomorrow. But Blanche, you can't. You have to come with me to report for work tomorrow."

"I was planning to get some rest, but who knew you and Shiyu would be making love so wildly? The sound went right through the walls, making me restless and burning with desire. I had no choice but to come to you, but I didn't expect to end up hurting myself," Blanche said.

"Not just you, but me too. I'm afraid no woman can resist Ding Ping's deliberate advances," Zhang Shiyu sighed. "I wonder how many beauties will throw themselves at you."

"No matter how many beauties there are, I'm sincere towards you all, and I truly love you both," Ding Ping said, with Zhang Shiyu on his left and Blanche on his right.

“We believe you on this point, and we haven’t asked you not to fool around with other beautiful women,” Zhang Shiyu and Blanche said at the same time. “So, you can do whatever you like without worry, just be careful.”

During their conversation, they expressed their feelings and deepened their love. Exhausted, the three of them hugged each other tightly and slowly fell asleep.

Chapter 120 Ding Ping and the Policewoman’s Reunion (Part 1)

The next day, Ding Ping was still awakened by the alarm, while Zhang Shiyu and Blanche were still fast asleep. They were indeed too tired last night, unlike Ding Ping, who had a special ability that allowed him to absorb the yin energy of women during sex to boost his stamina.

Ding Ping got up quietly, without waking them, and only woke them after he had prepared the meal. After dinner, Ding Ping told Zhang Shiyu to rest at home. Zhang Shiyu was indeed unable to walk. When she exerted herself even slightly or took large steps, her lower body was in great pain. Blanche was also injured, though much less so than Zhang Shiyu, but she was still in pain when walking. Since Ding Ping had made an appointment with the National Security Bureau, she had no choice but to endure the pain and go with Ding Ping.

Things went smoothly, and the government quickly arranged the job Blanche wanted—a technical advisor at an animation film production company, a field where China lacked skilled personnel. Meanwhile, Ding Ping also took care of Eileen's situation; if she came to China, she could teach English at the Northern Foreign Languages University.

After completing the formalities, Ding Ping ran into Huang Dongqing on the second floor of the National Security Center. She spotted him first, exclaimed in surprise, and then hugged him tightly, holding him for a long time before letting go: "I heard you went abroad to study. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, she's coming to China to work, so I brought her back with me," Ding Ping said, pointing to Blanche who was with him.

Huang Dongqing then took a closer look at Blanche and said with some surprise, "So beautiful! Where did you meet such a stunning foreign beauty?"

Ding Ping, seeing Blanche looking at him with a puzzled expression, said to her in English, "This is a friend of mine. We used to work together, but we haven't seen each other since I went abroad. I'm very happy to meet you now, and she complimented you on your beauty."

"Your friend is also very beautiful. Well then, since you haven't seen each other for a long time, I'll go back first. You and her can spend more time together. I'll tell Zhang Shiyu about it." Blanche was very understanding of Ding Ping.

Ding Ping knew that it wouldn't be right to leave without catching up after meeting Huang Dongqing, and he hadn't said goodbye to her and Su Wei before leaving the country last time, which had been bothering him. Now that they had met, he wanted to have a good chat with them. Hearing Blanche's words, she said, "That's fine. I'll write down an address, and you can take a taxi and have the driver take you home directly to the address on the note." When Ding

Ping had settled things with Blanche, Huang Dongqing had already taken leave and called Su Wei. She then took Ding Ping to her own place, an apartment provided by her work unit—a two-bedroom, two-living-room unit, just like the one Yu Yan had given Ding Ping

, which was quite nice. Su Wei's apartment wasn't far from Huang Dongqing's, only a three-minute walk. After sitting down, Huang Dongqing made Ding Ping a cup of tea, then sat on his lap and kissed his lips. They pressed tightly together, her breasts rubbing against Ding Ping's elbow; her large breasts pressed against his hand with a satisfying pressure. Ding Ping knew Huang Dongqing's needs at that moment, and he himself had always cherished the days he spent with her and Su Wei, so he didn't waste any more time. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and Huang Dongqing's writhing body was in his embrace.

Ding Ping tightened his hold on her, and his lips pressed against hers. She quickly offered her mouth, her tongue intertwining with Ding Ping's. Ding Ping flipped up her t-shirt, revealing her breasts, which were indeed large, despite being covered by a bra.

Ding Ping picked her up and carried her to the bedside, setting her down. He said, "Come on, let me serve you and help you undress."

Huang Dongqing lay down and said, "Okay." "

Just as she finished speaking, Huang Dongqing unbuttoned Ding Ping's denim shorts and pulled them down along with his underwear, revealing a rather thick pubic hair that was shaped like an inverted triangle. Her bra had come undone on its own while Ding Ping was undressing her, and now her entire body was presented before him. She was truly alluring and captivating; her figure was voluptuous, her breasts round, her abdomen taut, her legs long, and her body smooth and supple.

After she was completely naked, Huang Dongqing got up and helped Ding Ping take off his shirt and pants. Finally, she slowly pulled down Ding Ping's underwear, and his semi-erect penis sprang out, waving in front of her. She eagerly grabbed his penis and stroked it a few times before taking the glans into her mouth.

Seeing Huang Dongqing's skillful hands..." Ding Ping believed Huang Dongqing's technique was excellent, so he stood there enjoying the oral sex. Huang Dongqing sucked hard and rubbed vigorously, demonstrating considerable skill. Soon, Ding Ping's penis was fully erect.

Ding Ping gestured for Huang Dongqing to lie down, then lay on top of her, playing with her breasts. Huang Dongqing grabbed Ding Ping's penis and took it into her mouth. Ding Ping saw her vulva half-open, seemingly waiting for him to lick it. He buried his head and began to work hard. Huang Dongqing's vagina was incredibly wet. After licking for a few minutes, Ding Ping got up and lay on top of Huang Dongqing, kissing her. Huang Dongqing was already aroused, moaning loudly. She reached out and grabbed Ding Ping's penis, pointing it at her vulva, saying, "I want you, come on! Oh! It's in, so thick, it's filling me up completely. Ah...so good." Ding

Ping changed his position, placing her legs on her shoulders so that Su Wei could clearly see her vulva. Ding Ping was almost sitting as he penetrated her. Huang Dongqing grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard, making startling noises. Her buttocks rose and fell with Ding Ping's thrusts, and she cried out incoherently, "Ah...you're still so strong, you're making me feel so good...so comfortable...ah...use more..."

After more than half an hour, due to the excessive activity, Huang Dongqing was panting heavily, sweating profusely, and her vulva was gushing with fluid. After a scream, she lay motionless on the bed, having reached her climax.

Just as Ding Ping and Huang Dongqing were embracing, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, there was a knock at the door. Su Wei had arrived. Ding Ping got up to open the door. Su Wei hadn't gone home to change yet, and had rushed to Huang Dongqing's house in her uniform. As soon as Su Wei entered, Ding Ping hugged her from behind, his hands reaching inside her uniform to caress her breasts. She rested her head on Ding Ping's shoulder and said, "When Dongqing called me, I thought she was lying to me. I didn't expect you to really come back."

Ding Ping's hands were on her breasts, and his mouth was on her ear, licking it, saying, "I just got back yesterday. Today I went to the National Security Bureau to take care of some business and ran into Huang Dongqing, so I put everything else aside and came to see you two. You have no idea how much I've missed you two."

Su Wei's breathing quickened as Ding Ping spoke, "I missed you all so much. Knowing you went abroad saddened me for a long time. I didn't know when I'd see you again. I never imagined we'd meet again in less than a year! How long are you planning to stay this time?" As she spoke, she and Ding Ping entered Huang Dongqing's bedroom. "

I came back in a hurry, so I'll only stay for two or three days," Ding Ping replied.

Huang Dongqing, lying on the bed, said to Su Wei as she entered, "I wasn't lying to you, was I?" Chapter

121 Ding Ping and the Policewoman's Reunion (Part Two)

At this moment, Su Wei's clothes had all been removed by Ding Ping, leaving her completely naked, just like Huang Dongqing. They were similar in build, though Huang Dongqing was slightly plumper. Su Wei's breasts were high and firm, elastic, with nipples as red as apricots. Her entire body was snow-white, her skin smooth and warm to the touch.

Looking at the two women, Huang Dongqing and Su Wei, each with their own unique charm, Ding Ping felt a surge of desire. His already erect penis became even harder. He couldn't resist any longer. Ding Ping had Su Wei lean against the edge of the bed, her buttocks raised, and stroked her plump buttocks, then reached between her legs and teased her. Su Wei's vulva was already filled with love juice. Ding Ping positioned his penis, aimed at Su Wei's exposed slit, and thrust his hips forward, inserting his penis.

Su Wei hadn't expected Ding Ping to attack from behind. She cried out "Ah!" and tried to pull away. Ding Ping's hands pressed tightly against her buttocks, and with a powerful thrust of his hips, his entire penis was inside her. Seeing Ding Ping inside her, a pleasurable sensation spread from her upper abdomen throughout her body. She couldn't help but moan, automatically spreading her legs to facilitate Ding Ping's thrusting. Soon, Su Wei's moans grew louder, punctuated by joyful cries.

Ding Ping lifted one of Su Wei's legs, his penis thrusting even more violently. After a while, Ding Ping lifted her up, turning her so they were facing each other, their genitals still connected. While Su Wei was still in shock, Ding Ping cupped her buttocks and lifted her up. Su Wei naturally wrapped her arms around Ding Ping's neck, her legs around his waist, her body completely suspended in the air. Ding Ping's thick penis was fully inside Su Wei, and he kissed her while thrusting hard into her.

Su Wei couldn't withstand this treatment and soon began to moan even more intensely. This position also made Ding Ping feel that Su Wei's vagina was even tighter, allowing their genitals to press closer together, and his penis to penetrate even deeper, intensifying Su Wei's pleasure. The stimulation on Ding Ping's penis also strongly impacted his brain nerves; it felt incredibly good. Su Wei's vaginal fluid gushed out with each thrust, quickly covering Ding Ping's genitals and flowing down his legs. This position was maintained for about twenty minutes. After a series of wild cries, Su Wei tightly embraced Ding Ping, burying her head in his chest, motionless. Her vaginal fluid sprayed onto Ding Ping's glans, letting him know she had reached orgasm.

Huang Dongjing had just come out of the bathroom after showering. Ding Ping put the orgasmic Su Wei down and let her lie on the bed to rest. Ding Ping pulled back the towel wrapped around Huang Dongqing's body. Huang Dongqing wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her beautiful breasts made Ding Ping's heart skip a beat again. He immediately grasped one breast and sucked on the other. Huang Dongqing's nipples hardened instantly. Enjoying the pleasure in his hands and mouth, Ding Ping slowly moved his hand towards Ding Ping's penis, finally grasping his still erect member and gently stroking it.

Ding Ping kissed Huang Dongqing's entire body, finally slowly moving between her legs. Huang Dongqing knew what Ding Ping wanted to do and automatically opened her legs. Her vulva still looked like that of a virgin, the delicate slit revealing glimpses of her inner opening, incredibly cute. Ding Ping's tongue licked back and forth in the slit, then parted the flesh and slipped inside, teasing the sensitive spots. Huang Dongqing moaned under Ding Ping's teasing and grabbed his penis, sucking on it. After a while, Ding Ping rolled Huang Dongqing over so she was on top of him, still in the 69 position, but much more comfortable.

At this moment, Su Wei, who had been watching, couldn't resist any longer and rolled over to join Ding Ping and Huang Dongqing. Ding Ping quickly leaned in to kiss her face, his hands already pulling back the sheet and kneading her breasts. Huang Dongqing responded by kissing Ding Ping back and stroking his hard, hot penis.

Su Wei then lay on Ding Ping's left side, her breasts pressed against his back, her hands reaching from behind to the front to caress his chest. Ding Ping was now being stimulated from both sides; it was incredibly arousing. Soon, Huang Dongqing grabbed Ding Ping's penis and began performing oral sex. Ding Ping turned to the side, pulled Su Wei close, and kneaded her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Su Wei, let me lick you." Su Wei glanced at Huang Dongqing, seeing him sucking Ding Ping's penis with great relish, and nodded. She arched her back slightly, spread her legs, and brought her vulva to Ding Ping's mouth.

Ding Ping's tongue swirled within Su Wei's petals, occasionally sucking hard on her vulva. It was Su Wei's first time receiving oral sex, and she couldn't withstand the stimulation. She cried out, "Ah...ah...ah!" After only a few minutes of licking, she suddenly arched her body, clamping her legs tightly around Ding Ping's head, and cried out, "Ding Ping...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming!" At the same time, a large amount of love juice gushed from her vulva, and she climaxed during Ding Ping's oral sex.

While giving Ding Ping oral sex, Huang Dongqing glanced towards Su Wei. From her angle, she could see Su Wei's vulva and, seeing her gushing fluids, remarked, "Su Wei is so wet." Ding Ping put Su Wei down, pulled Huang Dongqing's buttocks over, and said, "You're quite wet too." He then began giving Huang Dongqing oral sex.

When Huang Dongqing's vagina was even wetter, Ding Ping climbed up and lay on top of her, kissing her lips and spreading her legs. Su Wei, knowing Ding Ping was about to penetrate Huang Dongqing, said, "I'll serve you." She then grabbed Ding Ping's penis, aimed it at Huang Dongqing's vagina, and said with a smile, "Ding Ping, aim, fire!"

Huang Dongqing chuckled, and at the same time, Ding Ping's buttocks sank down, his penis fully inside. Huang Dongqing let out a soft moan. This was the second time Ding Ping's penis had entered her vagina; she felt a slight pain, but the pleasure Ding Ping brought her was even greater. Soon, she was lost in the moment.

After several thrusts, Ding Ping's penis was fully inside Huang Dongqing. He began thrusting slowly, then faster, then harder, into her vagina. Su Wei reached out and kneaded Ding Ping's testicles, increasing his stimulation. But Huang Dongqing was experiencing far more stimulation than Ding Ping, and soon began to moan loudly. Su Wei then turned to look at her moaning, and seeing Huang Dongqing's lovely breasts, couldn't resist kneading them. Seeing Su Wei playing with her breasts, Huang Dongqing also reached out and grabbed Su Wei's breasts, kneading them in return.

Ding Ping and Huang Dongjing were also playing with each other when Ding Ping had an idea. He said to them, "Huang Dongjing, would you lick Su Wei's clitoris?" After saying that, he pulled out his penis, made Huang Dongjing turn over, kneel on the bed, and stick her buttocks out. Ding Ping grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up, then inserted his penis into her vagina. Huang Dongjing knew Ding Ping's intentions and said to Su Wei shyly, "Su Wei, lie down!"

Chapter 122 Ding Ping and the Policewoman's Reunion (Part 3)

Su Wei was a little embarrassed when she heard that Huang Dongjing wanted to lick her clitoris, but she still obediently lay down and spread her legs to expose her vulva. Huang Dongjing lay there and started licking. For a moment, the "slap...slap..." sound of Ding Ping fucking Huang Dongjing and the "tsk...tsk..." sound of Huang Dongjing licking Su Wei's vulva, along with the moans of the three of them, created a lewd scene.

After doing this for more than ten minutes, Ding Ping gestured for Su Wei to lie face down like Huang Dongqing, so that their two snow-white buttocks were side by side in front of Ding Ping. Ding Ping pulled his penis out of Huang Dongqing's vagina and inserted it into Su Wei's vagina, thrusting forcefully, while his left middle finger was inserted into Huang Dongqing's vagina, constantly probing and teasing. He kept switching and alternating between their vaginas, feeling the differences between them. The pleasure from his penis made Ding Ping begin to groan.

In the end, Huang Dongqing climaxed first. She cried out loudly, "Su Wei... I can't... I have no strength left... Let Ding Ping do you... I really can't." At this point, Huang Dongqing lay paralyzed on the bed. Ding Ping didn't let her go, continuing to thrust a dozen more times until Huang Dongqing cried for help. Only then did he pull out his penis and insert it into Su Wei's vagina. Huang Dongqing lay weakly to the side.

Ding Ping turned Su Wei's body so she was lying flat on her back, placing her legs on his shoulders. However, because Su Wei's vagina was too tight, she cried out loudly after a few thrusts, "Ding Ping... I can't take it anymore... You should go find Huang Dongjing... I can't take it anymore, my vagina is going to burst if you keep going."

Ding Ping felt the stimulation on his penis getting stronger and stronger, knowing he was about to ejaculate, and said, "I'm going to ejaculate, do you want it for me or for Huang Dongjing?"

Huang Dongjing shouted from the side, "I don't want it anymore, look how swollen my labia are!" After saying that, she got up and hid far away. Ding Ping smiled and said, "Then why don't you two use your mouths to help me come?" After saying that, he pulled his penis out of Su Wei's vagina and lay down.

Su Wei and Xiao Zhen exchanged a glance, then leaned closer and each grabbed Ding Ping's wet penis with one hand. Su Wei licked the head of Ding Ping's penis, while Huang Dongqing licked his testicles. After a while, their mouths took turns sucking on the head and urethra. Ding Ping was incredibly aroused and said, "You two kiss and let me show you."

Su Wei and Huang Dongqing's mouths were so close that they kissed without thinking, and the kiss lasted for several minutes, during which they also caressed each other's bodies. Ding Ping was filled with lust and quietly slipped behind Huang Dongqing, lifting his penis and inserting it into her vagina. Huang Dongqing let out a cry but didn't pull away, continuing to kiss Su Wei while thrusting her hips to cooperate with Ding Ping, allowing him to make his final thrust from behind.

Finally, after more than ten thrusts, Ding Ping ejaculated his first semen of the night into Huang Dongqing's body.

Afterwards, the three lay on the bed, Ding Ping with one woman on each side, thoroughly enjoying themselves. They chatted for a long time, Su Wei's small hands restlessly stroking Ding Ping's penis, while Huang Dongqing was much quieter. Before long, Ding Ping's penis became erect again.

Ding Ping took the opportunity to pull Su Wei close, one hand caressing her breasts while his mouth kissed her cheek. Su Wei cooperated, offering her tongue to intertwine with Ding Ping's. Under this double assault, Ding Ping's penis quickly regained its strength. Huang Dongqing patted Ding Ping's thigh and said, "Ding Ping, you're so strong! Your thing is hard again."

Ding Ping whispered in Su Wei's ear, "We haven't had enough yet, let's continue."

Su Wei's face turned red to her ears, and she pointed to her swollen vulva, saying softly, "I don't want to, it's still swollen here, you do it with Dong Jing first."

Ding Ping said helplessly to Huang Dong Jing, "Su Wei can't take it anymore, she needs to rest for a while, I'll go with you first."

Huang Dong Jing's face also turned red: "You rascal, always dragging me into this, it hurts a lot down there too!"

Ding Ping pulled Huang Dong Jing close, reached into her vulva, and his hand was immediately covered in Huang Dong Jing's love juice. Ding Ping raised his hand and said, "You have to be better than Su Wei, look, Dong Jing is in heat again, and she acts like I'm unwilling."

Huang Dong Jing slapped Ding Ping and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ding Ping laughed loudly, straightened his penis, aimed it at Huang Dong Jing's peach blossom cave, and thrust in, then began to fuck her hard. Huang Dongqing's cries weren't very loud at first, but under Ding Ping's efforts, she couldn't bear the intense pleasure: "Oh... Ding Ping, you're too strong... I'm going to die from your fucking..."

In this lewd atmosphere, Su Wei couldn't help but caress her breasts and between her legs. Ding Ping said to her, "Su Wei, touch Dongqing's breasts."

Su Wei obediently reached out and kneaded Huang Dongqing's breasts, saying, "Dongqing's breasts are so big and so elastic."

Perhaps because of the atmosphere, Huang Dongqing's orgasm came very quickly. In just over ten minutes, she hugged Ding Ping tightly, crying out, "Oh... ah... Ding Ping... I'm going to die from your fucking, I'm going to die... ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming..."

Ding Ping's penis felt the spasms of her vagina, and a stream of vaginal fluid scalded Ding Ping's glans, flowing out with the throbbing of Ding Ping's penis.

After the climax, Huang Dongqing couldn't take it anymore because Ding Ping's penis was still thrusting in and out. She grabbed Su Wei's hand and said, "Su Wei, you... ouch... Ding Ping, stop, I can't take it anymore, go find Su Wei."

Ding Ping had no choice but to pull out his penis and look at Su Wei with a questioning expression. Su Wei blushed and nodded, lying down and spreading her legs. Ding Ping quickly pressed down on her, his wet penis finding the entrance to her vagina and plunging in. Su Wei made moaning sounds with Ding Ping's thrusting.

Su Wei's vagina was much tighter than Huang Dongqing's. After thrusting for a few minutes, Ding Ping signaled Su Wei to change positions. Su Wei blushed and turned around, her buttocks raised high. Ding Ping inserted his penis and thrust forcefully, his hands caressing her buttocks. Meanwhile, Huang Dongqing lay down and reached out to caress Su Wei's breasts. Under the combined assault of the two of them, Su Wei quickly couldn't take it anymore and collapsed weakly on the bed.

Ding Ping had no choice but to lie on top of her, thrusting his hips forcefully and rapidly. Actually, Ding Ping liked this position; it brought their bodies closest together, allowing him to kiss and penetrate her simultaneously, and also to knead her breasts.

Su Wei finally couldn't take it anymore: "Ding Ping... ah... are you done yet... I can't take it anymore... I feel so good... I'm going to come..."

Su Wei's whole body convulsed, her hands gripping Ding Ping's back tightly. With a long moan, she lay motionless on the bed, having reached her climax. Like Huang Dongqing's, her vulva easily caused the penis to twitch when she reached orgasm. Ding Ping also felt his penis was about to explode. He panted and said, "Ding Ping is going to cum, Su Wei... I'm going to cum inside..."

Su Wei's face was flushed from the orgasm, and sweat beaded on her nose. She nodded to Ding Ping and said, "Cum inside." Ding Ping's buttocks rose and fell rapidly with each thrust, and the bed shook violently. Su Wei moaned loudly under Ding Ping's thrusts. Finally, Ding Ping's penis felt an indescribable pleasure, and his semen spurted out and shot into Su Wei's tender vulva.

Chapter 123 Meeting Liu Xinhua (Part 1)

When Ding Ping left Huang Dongqing's house, it was already 4 PM. He had arrived at her house at 9 AM, only taking 30 minutes to eat lunch. The rest of the time, Ding Ping, Huang Dongqing, and Su Wei spent the entire time in bed. By the time Ding Ping left, Huang Dongqing and Su Wei were unable to get out of bed; their genitals were swollen and painful with even slight exertion.

Back at their lodgings, Ding Ping told Zhang Shiyu about the situation. Shiyu also said that since Ding Ping had returned from abroad, even if he hadn't run into her, he should have made a special trip to see her.

After kissing Zhang Shiyu's Blanche twice, Ding Ping said, "I still need to see Professor Liu Xinhua. I'm leaving tomorrow or the day after, so I can only see my teacher now."

Before five o'clock, Ding Ping arrived at Liu Xinhua's house. She hadn't returned yet. The nanny, Liu Yun, opened the door and was overjoyed to see Ding Ping. She rushed into the house and hugged him tightly, saying, "When did you get back? We missed you so much!"

"Sister Yun, I missed you all too. Where's Sister Xinhua?" Ding Ping asked, kissing Liu Yun's lips and reaching for her breasts, grabbing and squeezing them. "Sister Yun, they've gotten bigger."

Under Ding Ping's clutches, Liu Yun's breath quickened, her body went limp, and she leaned into his arms, whispering, "My aunt hasn't come back yet. Please sit for a while."

"Sister Yun, do we need to sit?" Ding Ping's hand then moved to her lower abdomen and slowly to her vulva, gently rubbing it. "Did you miss me here?"

"I miss you! I think about you all the time!" Liu Yun whispered breathlessly in Ding Ping's ear, "After you left, my aunt and I often talked about you. Every time I think of you, I think of the times we were together, and I get wet down there."

Liu Yun's words were like a spark, igniting Ding Ping's passion. Moved, Ding Ping said to Liu Yun, "Sister Yun, I miss you too, I still want you, okay?" As he said this, Ding Ping's hand was already inside Liu Yun's labia majora, and he slipped his hand into her vagina.

Liu Yun's body trembled, her breaths turned into moans, and she hugged Ding Ping even tighter, saying, "Come on, do whatever you want."

Ding Ping carried Liu Yun into her bedroom downstairs, unable to suppress his impulse, and immediately took off her top and skirt, leaving her only in her black lace panties. Without a word, Ding Ping placed his hand on her panties, gently and tenderly caressing them. The love fluid flowing from Liu Yun's body had already soaked her panties, the wet outline clearly visible. Ding Ping's hand slipped inside from the edge of her panties, pressing on her clitoris. Liu Yun involuntarily opened her mouth, moaning, "Oh...oh..." Ding Ping, while caressing her buttocks, pulled down her panties, revealing her completely. Her expression became even more shy, the blush on her face clearly visible.

She possessed a delicate, pink vulva, its beauty further accentuated by Liu Yun's naturally beautiful skin. As he removed her panties, Ding Ping's hand gently caressed her genitals—such soft petals! Ding Ping's hand circled her petals, making Liu Yun's moans grow louder and her breathing more rapid.

Ding Ping gently parted Liu Yun's labia majora with his middle and index fingers, revealing her blood-red clitoris. This was it. A woman's clitoris is as sensitive as a man's glans. Ding Ping quickly touched it, and when his hand gripped Liu Yun's clitoris, her body trembled even more violently.

Then, Ding Ping's hand entered Liu Yun's vagina, gently sliding in and out. When his fingers were inside, he could clearly feel the warmth of her body, a truly pleasurable sensation. Liu Yun opened her mouth

wide, her arms wrapped around Ding Ping, moaning continuously, "Ah...ah...ah...mmm..." Frankly, such moans only further stimulated Ding Ping's nerves, affecting the speed of his thrusting in and out of her vagina.

Ding Ping's index and middle fingers moved faster, repeatedly thrusting in and out of her vagina, while he lowered his head, pressing his lips against Liu Yun's vulva, his tongue busily licking Blanche's clitoris.

Liu Yun cried out, "Don't do this... don't lick me there... mmm... it feels so good..."

Liu Yun's cries further aroused Ding Ping. He immediately began to suckle tightly on her vulva with his lips, while simultaneously extending his tongue in and out of her vagina, repeatedly licking and teasing. With each cry, Liu Yun's lower body trembled. Ding Ping smelled a sour odor; Liu Yun's love juices flowed freely. This must have given her sexual pleasure and the happiness of love! Soon, Liu Yun's body began to convulse with her moans, her lower body twitching violently before Ding Ping's eyes.

Ding Ping unleashed his "finger technique" at full speed, thrusting even faster inside Liu Yun's vulva. Her body convulsed more and more violently, her lower body trembling, accompanied by rapid, high-pitched moans. At the same time, gushes of fluid gushed from Liu Yun's vulva; she reached orgasm and squirted.

Ding Ping quickly embraced her tightly. Liu Yun's body was warm, and Ding Ping could still feel her slight trembling. This continued for several minutes; her orgasm was long and intense. Ding Ping kissed Liu Yun's forehead and said, "I love you." She closed her eyes, nestled her head on Ding Ping's shoulder, hugged him tightly, and said, "I'm so happy! I'm so lucky! It's because I met you."

When Liu Yun calmed down, she began to undress Ding Ping, saying, "Ding Ping, now it's my turn to serve you."

Perhaps it was a little inconvenient to serve Ding Ping while lying in his arms, so Liu Yun stood up and knelt on the ground in front of him. Her hands wrapped around Ding Ping's waist and slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. She naturally stroked Ding Ping's underwear with her hands, gently and tenderly

. Ding Ping's penis enjoyed Liu Yun's caresses through the fabric. Then, Liu Yun took off Ding Ping's underwear and touched Ding Ping's penis with her hands. Her warm hands made Ding Ping's penis feel more sensitive and warmer. Then Liu Yun grasped Ding Ping's penis and slowly stroked it. Then she began to grip Ding Ping's penis tightly and thrust it up and down.

After a few moments of thrusting, Ding Ping told Liu Yun to lie down on the bed. Once on the bed, Liu Yun lay on top of Ding Ping and took his penis into her mouth. She moistened it with her saliva. Ah, it felt amazing. Then Liu Yun used her tongue to lick Ding Ping's glans, her tongue swirling around it. She probably rarely did this for men and wasn't very skilled, but the touch of her tongue on Ding Ping's glans still made him feel incredibly comfortable.

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