[Urban] Lustful life (all)-16-18

Chapter 124 Meeting Liu Xinhua (Part 2)

When Ding Ping saw Liu Yun struggling to lick his penis without success, he reached out and pulled her up, saying, "Sister Yun, stop. This feels good too."

Liu Yun knew she wasn't doing it right. She rested her head on Ding Ping's chest, caressing his penis with her hands, and said, "I'm so useless. I don't even know how to do this."

"It's really okay. I'm happy as long as you're comfortable," Ding Ping comforted Liu Yun. "Do you want more?"

Ding Ping's next sentence made Liu Yun blush: "Of course I want more, but I can't make you feel good..."

"As long as you want it, this time you can do it on me," Ding Ping said, and had Liu Yun spread her legs and straddle him.

Liu Yun sat on Ding Ping, spreading her legs. With one hand, she parted her labia majora, and with the other, she grasped Ding Ping's penis, aiming it at her vaginal opening. She slowly lowered herself, swallowing his entire penis until it reached the deepest part of her vagina. This action caused Liu Yun to hiss and exhale a few times; Ding Ping's penis was so long and large that it almost reached her abdominal cavity.

Then, Liu Yun leaned down, pressing her lips close to Ding Ping's, landing them on his mouth. Ding Ping responded passionately; her sharp tongue, like a cold little snake, trembled as it slithered into his mouth, and he sucked on it tightly. Their heads swayed up and down, left and right, their bodies intertwined and struggling, indulging in their surging desires.

After a while, Liu Yun adjusted, her buttocks began to rise and fall, slowly undulating. Ding Ping grasped her breasts with both hands, kneading them incessantly. Sometimes he placed his hands on Liu Yun's buttocks, forcefully lifting and pressing down to match her movements, giving her immense stimulation. Sometimes he put his fingers into the crevice of her buttocks, teasing her anus.

After about ten minutes, Liu Yun began to moan incoherently, her body no longer moving rhythmically, but undulating wildly, like riding a wild horse, violently jolting. The fluid from her lower body flowed down Ding Ping's penis. Finally, she lay on top of Ding Ping, tightly embracing him, her buttocks pressing hard against his genitals, allowing Ding Ping's penis to penetrate deep into her vagina, pressing against her cervix, motionless, letting out low growls. Liu Yun had reached another orgasm.

Just as they were embracing and enjoying the afterglow of their climax, Liu Xinhua returned. She called out from the living room, "Liu Yun, where are you?"

Liu Yun, nestled in Ding Ping's arms, looked up to answer when she heard Liu Xinhua's voice, but Ding Ping stopped her. He put Liu Yun off him, tiptoed out of bed, walked to the door, came up behind Liu Xinhua, and embraced her, startling Liu Xinhua. When Liu Xinhua turned around and saw it was Ding Ping, she was overjoyed: "Ding Ping! How did you appear?"

Ding Ping's hand reached out and touched Liu Xinhua's chest, kneading it through the thin fabric of her clothes, saying, "I missed you, so I popped up in front of you. Your breasts are bigger and firmer than before."

Liu Xinhua felt weak all over from Ding Ping's touch, and her breathing became heavy: "Ding Ping, carry me to the bed, I can't take it anymore."

Ding Ping lifted Liu Xinhua up by the waist, and Liu Xinhua wrapped her arms around Ding Ping's neck, pressing her full breasts tightly against Ding Ping's naked body. They went into the bedroom, where Liu Yun was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. Ding Ping put Liu Xinhua on the bed and said, "Sister Yun, why did you put on clothes?"

"It's getting late, I need to cook," Liu Yun said softly, her head down.

“In this heat, wouldn’t it be better not to wear clothes? Do we really have to wear clothes while cooking?” Ding Ping said, his hands not idle, moving to Liu Xinhua’s body as she lay on the bed.

“Liu Yun, Ding Ping is right. Go and draw all the curtains, then we won’t need to wear clothes. Besides, we won’t be wearing clothes tonight anyway,” Liu Xinhua said.

Liu Yun quietly agreed and went out.

Ding Ping’s hands moved over Liu Xinhua’s chest, and a blush appeared on Liu Xinhua’s beautiful face as she reached for the zipper on the back of her dress.

Ding Ping pulled the hot body of the beautiful woman he so desired close, placing her delicate white feet on his lap. Ding Ping looked down at Liu Xinhua’s jade-like feet—what beautiful feet! Liu Xinhua's feet were fair and delicate, her skin like mutton fat. Her ten toes were of varying lengths, and her toenails were crystal clear and smooth. Liu Xinhua's feet were very well-maintained, each one flawless. Her heels had a sensual curve, full of allure. Ding Ping suddenly pressed his face against Liu Xinhua's smooth feet. The breathtaking beauty of Liu Xinhua's feet stunned Ding Ping. The unique fragrance of Liu Xinhua's feet filled Ding Ping's nostrils. Ding Ping held Liu Xinhua's feet tightly and began to lick them. Even the slightest curl of any of Liu Xinhua's toes aroused Ding Ping's sexual excitement. He sucked on each toe one by one, gently biting Liu Xinhua's elastic heels, his tongue playfully tracing the soles of her feet. Liu Xinhua's pretty face contorted, and her eyes began to blur.

Ding Ping tore open Liu Xinhua's dress. She turned around and lay face down on the bed. Even with her back turned, Liu Xinhua could feel Ding Ping's burning gaze. Her body was exquisite; having fully absorbed Ding Ping's purified female yin energy, and with his touch, she exuded a feminine fragrance.

The slit in Liu Xinhua's panties was quite large, highlighting her snow-white thighs. Her fair thighs were so full that veins were visible. Ding Ping unhooked Liu Xinhua's bra from behind, turning her body upwards. Liu Xinhua covered her full breasts with her arms, presenting her half-naked, voluptuous body to Ding Ping. Ding Ping stared at the beautiful woman's half-naked body, swallowing hard; his lower body was already erect.

Liu Xinhua pressed her left arm against her breast and gradually moved her right hand to the side. Then, as if lifting a strand of hair from her face, she raised her right hand, her breasts almost overflowing from her slender arm. The bold, sexy pose set Liu Xinhua ablaze. "Such beautiful breasts, I want to bite them..." Ding Ping hurriedly went to Liu Xinhua's side, placing his hand on her shoulder. Staring at the young woman's breasts before him, inhaling her body odor that sent shivers down his spine, Ding Ping's uncontrollable lust exploded. He breathed heavily and pulled Liu Xinhua's left arm away.

"Ah..." Liu Xinhua's full breasts were fully exposed, and she couldn't help but moan. Her cute pink nipples stood erect. Driven by desire, Ding Ping grabbed her two snow-white breasts and slowly kneaded them.

"Xinhua, your breasts are so beautiful, bigger and harder than before. Have you been masturbating every night while I was away?" Ding Ping asked, continuing to knead her breasts.

"You're talking nonsense. How could I do that? But after you left, Wu Yuemei and I often played together," Liu Xinhua said.

Chapter 125 Meeting Liu Xinhua (Part 3)

Liu Xinhua's beautiful breasts were deformed in Ding Ping's hands. A sweet current passed through Liu Xinhua's body, making her voice tremble. Seeing the beautiful woman's sensitive reaction, Ding Ping became even more excited and began to pinch her nipples.

Ding Ping pulled Liu Xinhua's panties off her buttocks, revealing her full buttocks. Ding Ping inserted his index finger into the vertical cleft of her buttocks.

"Ah... what are you doing!" Liu Xinhua shouted. Her anus was touched by Ding Ping's finger, giving Liu Xinhua a new stimulation. Her buttocks trembled involuntarily, and she opened her legs, revealing the alluring pubic hair in the middle. It seemed to have been groomed, and it was relatively neat. Ding Ping stroked her anus while caressing the small hill covered with pubic hair.

Ding Ping enjoyed the feeling of stroking Liu Xinhua's pubic hair and pressed her clitoris with his finger. "Ah... I can't take it anymore... ah... ah..." Liu Xinhua let out a wanton moan from her half-open mouth, and an abnormal excitement quickly expanded in her body.

Liu Xinhua reached out, grabbed Ding Ping's penis, and rubbed it: "Your thing has gotten bigger and thicker too."

Liu Xinhua's slender fingers grasped Ding Ping's penis, gently rubbing it. She felt the heat of the thick penis in her hands, making her lower body even hotter. Ding Ping's fingers, which had been stroking her pubic hair, lightly flicked her erect clitoris. "Oh..." A sweet sensation shot through Liu Xinhua's brain, filling her garden with nectar, and her original rationality almost completely vanished as Ding Ping's fingers moved up and down her petals. This caress made Liu Xinhua's mature woman body crave Ding Ping's penis inside her vagina. Liu Xinhua's hands, stroking Ding Ping's penis, unconsciously increased their pressure.

Ding Ping lifted Liu Xinhua's face, bringing his penis to her lips. Liu Xinhua brought her face close to the erect penis, immediately feeling its heat, a long-lost masculine scent, almost making Liu Xinhua faint. She knelt facing the erect penis, exhaling hot breath.

"Ah...so...good..." Seeing the veins protruding from the penis in the bright sunlight stirred Liu Xinhua's emotions. She closed her eyes, gently grasped the base of the penis, pressed her lips against its side, and then moved her fragrant lips to kiss it all over, coating every part of the penis with her saliva, making it glisten in the sunlight. Liu Xinhua brushed the hair that had fallen on her face, lightly kissed the tip of the penis, and extended her wet tongue to rub the tip of the glans. Liu Xinhua's tongue licked towards the glans and the shaft, emitting hot breaths that made Ding Ping's genitals almost melt.

Liu Xinhua's exquisite oral skills made Ding Ping weak all over. He didn't know when, but the initiative had already been taken into Liu Xinhua's hands. Liu Xinhua looked at Ding Ping with a seductive gaze, opened her mouth, and took the glans into her mouth. The thick, hot penis, full of lust, was stuffed into Liu Xinhua's mouth, the glans touching her throat... Liu Xinhua tightened her lips, sucking on Ding Ping's penis.

"Mmm...that's great...Sister Liu is making me feel so good!" Liu Xinhua's tongue rubbed against the groove of Ding Ping's glans, making Ding Ping unable to help but groan. The penis that produced intense pleasure in Liu Xinhua's mouth made Ding Ping's buttocks tremble continuously. Ding Ping brushed aside the hair that was scattered on Liu Xinhua's face and watched his penis going in and out of the young woman's mouth.

Liu Xinhua stroked Ding Ping's chest, her beautiful face flushed with excitement. His saliva-covered penis, glistening with moisture, looked so lewd and sexy that Ding Ping's lust exploded in Liu Xinhua's mouth. Ding Ping pulled Liu Xinhua's head hard with both hands, "Ah... Sister Liu... I'm going to cum..."

At that moment, Liu Xinhua grabbed Ding Ping's buttocks, buried her face in Ding Ping's lower abdomen, and tightly held Ding Ping's penis in her mouth, moving it rapidly in and out. Ding Ping knew Liu Xinhua wanted him to ejaculate into her mouth. Under Liu Xinhua's intense sucking and kissing, Ding Ping felt a tightness in his scalp, his penis throbbing in Liu Xinhua's mouth, and his semen gushed out... Liu Xinhua held Ding Ping's penis deeply, letting the head of it press against her throat, swallowing all of Ding Ping's semen. Finally, when Ding Ping finished ejaculating and spat out his penis, Liu Xinhua licked it clean.

Liu Xinhua's face flushed slightly. The intense desire and blissful intoxication made her feel the moisture on her petals, and her nipples and clitoris were hard and erect. Liu Xinhua turned her back to Ding Ping, her sexy buttocks swaying seductively. Ding Ping seemed to be attracted to her raised buttocks and came behind her. From the depths of her buttocks, he could see her labia decorated with pubic hair. The lewd and alluring sight made Ding Ping stare at her, almost forgetting to breathe. The blooming vulva, moist deep within her buttocks, relentlessly tempted Ding Ping.

Liu Xinhua's vibrant anus throbbed incessantly, and Ding Ping couldn't resist placing his fingers there again. Liu Xinhua's body trembled, and she cried out, "Don't touch there!" Ding Ping stopped, turning her body around. Extreme excitement made Liu Xinhua's face flush even more. She tightly closed her eyes, thrusting her fully exposed breasts forward. Looking at Liu Xinhua's full, firm breasts, Ding Ping's blood boiled. He pulled up Liu Xinhua's two sensual nipples and flicked them with his fingers. The pain in Liu Xinhua's nipples was accompanied by a surge of intense pleasure that shot through her brain. The intense stimulation caused Liu Xinhua to tilt her head back, revealing a seductive gaze, and her lower body gushed forth fluid.

"Ah...come on...don't torture me anymore..." Under Ding Ping's teasing, the waves of intense pleasure made Liu Xinhua almost breathless, and she let out involuntary moans.

Under Ding Ping's gaze, Liu Xinhua's fair and voluptuous body turned slightly pink. Her vulva had melted, overflowing with clear, lustful fluid that dampened her pubic hair. Ding Ping didn't act immediately; instead, his fingers suddenly inserted into Liu Xinhua's flesh. The melting, wet clitoris was invaded, and Liu Xinhua felt dizzy, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Instinctively, she leaned her naked body against Ding Ping, twisting her sexy naked form.

Ding Ping tightly embraced Liu Xinhua's slender waist with his right hand, while his left index finger moved within her wet opening, penetrating deep into her cervix. "Ah...don't go too deep...let me go..." Liu Xinhua's voice was hoarse, her body feeling even more itchy and weak, allowing Ding Ping to play with her as he pleased. The hot, moist membranes inside her vagina contracted in waves, while her pink nipples remained erect, as if awaiting the man's caresses.

Chapter 126 Meeting Liu Xinhua (Part 4)

Ding Ping straddled Liu Xinhua, one hand spreading her petals, the other grasping his own penis, aiming it at Liu Xinhua's peach blossom cave, and suddenly thrusting it all the way in. "Ah...oh..." Caught off guard, Liu Xinhua arched her body, screaming wildly, her hands lifting the sheets. Ding Ping didn't speak, just thrusting frantically, while Liu Xinhua twisted her buttocks under his thrusts, moaning incessantly.

After a while, Ding Ping pulled Liu Xinhua up and led her to the mirror. Liu Xinhua's beautiful naked body appeared on the wall behind the mirror, her buttocks raised high. "Ah...so ashamed..." Liu Xinhua saw her full breasts and slender waist in the mirror, her cute navel, and the contrasting black pubic hair. Although it was her own naked body, it felt like seeing a colored nude photograph, filling her with excitement.

“Sister Liu, your body is so alluring, it would drive any man crazy.” Ding Ping stood behind Liu Xinhua, reaching out to grasp her full breasts, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to knead them vigorously. “Ah…” Liu Xinhua cried out excitedly as she watched her breasts being kneaded in Ding Ping’s hands.

Ding Ping’s hands moved down her curves from her breasts to between her legs, pulling Liu Xinhua’s left hand to his crotch, making her grasp his erect, hot penis. “Hard…so hard…your thing is so hard.” Liu Xinhua looked at the image in the mirror, gently holding Ding Ping’s penis in her hand, the magnificent feeling making her feel a burning heat deep within her body.

Ding Ping’s fingers found the mysterious crevice in the dark pubic hair, parting it to reveal the pink mucous membrane. Liu Xinhua’s breathing became rapid, her full breasts heaving with it. She turned her head away, not wanting to look anymore. “You can see clearly how wet your vulva is!” Ding Ping’s fingers pinched her clitoris hard.

Liu Xinhua saw the wet, fleshy walls of her vagina writhing like an animal… this was the place that longed to swallow a man's penis… Ah… how lewd this scene was… Seeing the lewd scene in the mirror, the image in the mirror, and Ding Ping's stimulating words made Liu Xinhua feel her face burning. The lust in her heart rose rapidly, almost melting her. She desperately twisted her buttocks, hoping Ding Ping would quickly penetrate her.

Ding Ping sprayed his hot breath on Liu Xinhua's face, while using his fingers to probe her wet, fleshy opening. "Ah… no…" Liu Xinhua cried out. Her vagina was as hot as molten lava, her fleshy opening tightly gripping Ding Ping's fingers, refusing to let go. The penis in Liu Xinhua's hand became even harder, the pulsating sensation making it impossible for Liu Xinhua's hand to leave… Ding Ping used two fingers to thrust in and out of her vagina.

"Ah...don't do that..." Liu Xinhua's voice was full of sexiness, sweet ripples, and pleasure spread uncontrollably from her lower body to her whole body. Liu Xinhua could no longer stand, her feet were on the ground, her hands were on the ground, and her plump buttocks were on her heels, still twisting incessantly. Ding Ping squatted down, hugged her plump buttocks, spread her fleshy cleft, and positioned his glans at the entrance of her fleshy hole from behind.

"Ah...I'm going to die..." With an incredibly lewd sound, Ding Ping's penis entered Liu Xinhua's lower body. At this moment, Liu Xinhua's body was extremely sensitive; she felt her lower body burning. "Ah..." She couldn't help but let out a sweet sound from her glossy red lips. Ding Ping's thick male root entered from behind, making Liu Xinhua almost unable to breathe, her blood rushing to her head.

Ding Ping began to thrust, his glans rubbing against Liu Xinhua's sensitive flesh. "Oh..." Liu Xinhua arched her back, her fingertips digging into the carpet. "Sister Liu, you're so sensitive, just one thrust and you're already making a sound." The feeling of Liu Xinhua's vagina gripping his penis deeply moved Ding Ping. "Ah...don't move...penis...don't move..." Liu Xinhua's hair flew wildly. Ding Ping's explosive movements completely paralyzed the body of this mature woman. Ding Ping desperately endured the beautiful feeling of her vagina gripping him, using all his strength to attack the beautiful university professor, Ding Ping's own mentor.

"No... I really can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..." Liu Xinhua couldn't help but twist her buttocks, seemingly trying to get rid of the hard male root, but actually wanting Ding Ping's male root to penetrate even harder and deeper. This caused even greater stimulation, making her whole body sweat, and her sexy body, displayed in the doggy-style position, emitted a strong, exotic fragrance, a scent more bewitching than any perfume in the world, making her peach blossom cave itchy.

Ding Ping grasped Liu Xinhua's pair of huge breasts, which swayed back and forth as her body was being fucked, rubbing them sometimes loosely and sometimes tightly, and also rubbing the two hard, swollen nipples with his fingers. "Ah... ah... I can't take it... I'm almost there... ah... I'm here..." Liu Xinhua let out intermittent sobs, her round buttocks raised high. She was no longer able to cooperate with Ding Ping's male root's thrusting, and what remained was entirely her body's instinctive reaction to pleasure.

Ding Ping completely ignored Liu Xinhua's moans and put her back on the carpet, straddling the beautiful female professor and thrusting violently... "Sister Liu, you're amazing there, the deepest part is trembling, like a mouth sucking my cock." Ding Ping forcefully thrust his penis into Liu Xinhua's soft depths. In the heat of passion, Ding Ping's penis swelled abnormally, twice the size of an average man's, as hard as a club, thrusting rapidly. Ding Ping used the glans to squeeze the flesh walls of Liu Xinhua's vagina and used his pubic bone to collide with her swollen clitoris, causing Liu Xinhua's delicate body to tremble involuntarily. Liu Xinhua was so exhausted that her eyes rolled back, but Ding Ping continued to fuck her relentlessly, his movements as rhythmic as a machine.

Inside the room, at the point where Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua's genitals were joined, the moist fluids collided, producing a strange sound. The tip of Ding Ping's glans pressed tightly against her cervix, while his mouth simultaneously sucked on Liu Xinhua's breasts. The pleasure from both ends, like an electric current, coursed through Liu Xinhua's body, causing her brows to furrow slightly, her eyes to glaze over, and her flushed face to sway from side to side. Ding Ping's buttocks twitched violently, and his penis began to twitch slightly within the embrace of her vaginal muscles.

Liu Xinhua also trembled all over. The inner walls of her vagina tightly enveloped Ding Ping's penis, drawing it inward forcefully. Liu Xinhua's fingers dug deep into Ding Ping's back muscles, her wetness pressing tightly against his genitals. Her legs were bent, hooked around Ding Ping's waist, and her toes clenched tightly together. Ding Ping let out a huge roar and began to ejaculate violently. When Liu Xinhua felt the ejaculation of semen at the opening of her cervix, she immediately reached the peak of orgasm, unable to even breathe... The two collapsed like limp mud.

Chapter 127 Stepmother Arrives

During dinner, Ding Ping told Liu Xinhua that he had to leave afterward because he had called his stepmother, Aunt Yu Xiaoling, after returning to China. They would arrive at nine o'clock that evening, and Ding Ping needed to pick her up at the train station.

"Then go ahead," Liu Xinhua said. "Take good care of your aunt. Come visit me again when you have free time."

"I have urgent business to attend to this time. I need to go back immediately after I finish. I estimate I'll be leaving tomorrow or the day after. Next time I come back, I'll stay a few more days and have a good time with you, Teacher."

"Don't try to provoke me anymore, or I won't let you leave," Liu Xinhua warned Ding Ping, her face flushed.

Ding Ping didn't dare say anything more, but he smiled and said, "You're my teacher, how could I do anything unreasonable? Besides, didn't I make you happy a few times just now?"

After dinner, Ding Ping didn't dare stay at Liu Xinhua's house, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to leave.

Ding Ping went directly to Yu Yan's house. Yu Yan called him and said, "I'm currently on a business trip and won't be back until tomorrow. You, your aunt, and Li Xuemei should come to my house to rest first. But don't overexert yourself; save some energy for me. Don't come back and find yourself unable to get out of bed, or I won't want to be with you anymore."

Ding Ping replied, "Don't worry, don't you know me? In the past six months, my thing has gotten thicker and bigger. I'm just afraid that you'll be the one unable to get out of bed then." Before Ding Ping could finish speaking, he heard Yu Yan's heavy breathing, and then she hurriedly hung up the phone, probably afraid that she wouldn't be able to resist and dare not listen to Ding Ping anymore.

Ding Ping took a shower first, tidied up Yu Yan's house, and then waited to pick up his aunt Yu Xiaoling and his other aunt Li Xuemei. Just thinking about them made Ding Ping's heart heat up. Among Ding Ping's women, apart from Blanche, there were no women more beautiful or as alluring as them.

A little after 8:00, just as Ding Ping was about to leave for the train station, Yu Xiaoling sent him a text message, telling him not to come to the station to pick her and Li Xuemei up, but to wait at home; they would come directly. She added at the end: "When you come to pick us up at the station, Xuemei and I are afraid we

won't be able to control ourselves and will embarrass ourselves in the station square." Ding Ping thought it made sense; if they saw him in the square, they would definitely hug him. Plus, both of them were alluring women, very sensitive; if their emotions got the better of them, they might make a sound, which would be embarrassing. So Ding Ping replied: "Okay, I'm ready at home, waiting for you and Aunt Xuemei." Ding Ping didn't expect that even such a simple sentence would make Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei, who were on the train, wet themselves.

At 9:20, Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei arrived. Ding Ping saw that after more than half a year, they were even more beautiful, with better figures, higher breasts, and smoother, whiter skin. They also looked younger than before, both appearing to be in their early twenties.

Ding Ping reached out and pulled them both into his arms, saying, "Auntie, my Xue Mei is even more beautiful and charming than before."

Xiao Ling and Xue Mei also hugged Ding Ping, involuntarily letting out a series of moans, saying, "You've grown so much taller and sexier too."

Xue Mei added, "I've missed you so much for the past six months. After receiving your call that you were coming back, we didn't want to do anything else and rushed here immediately."

Ding Ping's hands reached out to their chests, caressing their large breasts. Yu Xiao Ling removed Ding Ping's hands and said, "To reward you for your concern for us, Xue Mei and I will cook you a delicious meal tonight."

Half an hour later, Auntie and Li Xue Mei had prepared a table full of delicious food. Ding Ping hadn't eaten much at Liu Xinhua's house that evening because he was thinking about arranging meals for Auntie and Xue Mei after picking them up, so he was a little hungry now and started eating without even bothering to praise them.

Ding Ping was surprised that Li Xuemei had brought out two bottles of red wine: "These are from home, let's enjoy ourselves tonight." Ding Ping slowly poured the wine into his glass, glanced at it, and saw that it was a pomegranate red, a nice color. He gently swirled the wine, and it had a faint rose aroma. Ding Ping took a small sip, and it was smooth and delicious. Seeing the surprised looks on Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei's faces, Ding Ping casually said, "Not bad, it's a fine bottle of red wine. A smooth flavor, it wouldn't be cheap in China."

Yu Xiaoling smiled and said, "Xuemei bought this especially for you. It seems you've made quite a bit of progress in the past six months abroad!" Then they drank one glass after another until both bottles were empty. Ding Ping wasn't a big drinker, so he drank less, while Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei drank much more. Ding Ping looked at their flushed faces and their moist lips, their delicate tongues occasionally licking their lips, and then he kissed one of them.

After eating for a long time, Li Xuemei said, "I'm a little dizzy, I'll go rest for a bit, you two eat." She went to the bathroom to take a shower and then went into the bedroom. Only Ding Ping and Yu Xiaoling remained at the dining table. Looking at her glossy lips, Ding Ping pounced on her and kissed her passionately. Yu Xiaoling responded enthusiastically, her little tongue playfully entwining with Ding Ping's. When they parted from their passionate kiss, saliva clung to their lips like strands of sugar, making Xiaoling turn her head away in embarrassment. Ding Ping playfully licked her earlobe with his tongue, "Mmm..." She shuddered and groaned.

Ding Ping carried Yu Xiaoling to the sofa, pinched her earlobe between his lips, and gently licked it... nibbled... and gently blew into her ear, "Giggle... no... it tickles!!" Every time Ding Ping blew, Yu Xiaoling shook her head back in ticklishness. Ding Ping's hand slowly moved to her back, caressing her buttocks. Yu Xiaoling's eyes were watery, misty and hazy, as if anticipating something, or perhaps yearning for something—she was so beautiful. Her straight, high nose was slightly parted, and her rosy lips were also slightly open.

Ding Ping's one hand gently stroked Yu Xiaoling's back, while the other, through her t-shirt, pressed against her large breasts. Fueled by alcohol, Yu Xiaoling seemed to be unbearably thirsty, and having only met Ding Ping after more than half a year, her passion surprised Ding. Hot breaths escaped her nostrils, and she began to softly moan, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Under Ding Ping's hands, Yu Xiaoling's clothes were completely stripped off, revealing her naked body. Yu Xiaoling's body was truly beautiful—pure white jade-like skin, slightly rosy. Her breasts were firm and full, like steamed buns, with two strawberry-like nipples at the tips. A symmetrical and beautiful curve, a smooth, firm, and elastic lower abdomen. Below the lower abdomen, a small, hairy patch exposes the entire vulva. The two plump labia are red and rosy, with the pink slit in the middle tightly closed. The clitoris, however, has quietly peeked out from the caresses. Coupled with Yu Xiaoling's shapely and plump thighs, it looks incredibly alluring.

Chapter 128 Stepmother and Aunt (Part 1)

Ding Ping's hand rubs and caresses her fair and plump breasts. Ding Ping's mouth, following her fragrant lips, gradually kisses her snow-white neck and her breasts, gently sucking inch by inch, making Yu Xiaoling tremble and moan softly. Ding Ping's mouth finally moved to her sensitive nipple, pink and tender. His tongue, like an aphrodisiac, licked it, causing Yu Xiaoling to moan incessantly: "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh...mmm...oh..." Her nipple grew harder with each lick, her areola, the size of a coin, covered in tiny bumps from excitement. Her entire breast swelled larger and firmer, turning pink. She would occasionally thrust her breasts upwards, welcoming Ding Ping's caresses and licks. Ding Ping's other hand gently pressed against Yu Xiaoling's mysterious triangle. The sparse pubic hair was already wet with her juices. Her pubic hair was sparse and soft, and her labia were burning hot, as if she had a high fever. Ding Ping

gently helped Yu Xiaoling up and said to her, "Auntie...let's go to the room."

"Mmm," Yu Xiaoling responded softly.

Ding Ping carried her to the bedroom. Li Xuemei was already asleep in bed, but Ding Ping planned to conquer her one by one; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to proceed smoothly.

Ding Ping gently laid Yu Xiaoling on the bed. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving. He lay down beside her, leaned in, and began to kiss her again. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." These soft, nasal sounds made Ding Ping's heart race. His hands began to wander, moving from her breasts to her firm, pointed mounds. Yu Xiaoling's hands, one holding Ding Ping's head, the other stroking his back. Ding Ping knew she was very thirsty and eager. He reached down to Yu Xiaoling's lower body and touched a wet patch. Looking at his hand covered in her vaginal fluid, he laughed and said, "Auntie, you've been drooling so much, haha, you've been craving it for a long time, haven't you?"

Yu Xiaoling slapped Ding Ping's hand away: "You're the one drooling, you're so annoying, it's all your fault."

After all, Yu Xiaoling was Ding Ping's stepmother. Seeing her so embarrassed, Ding Ping didn't say anything more. He then put his hand down to find her clitoris. Her playful clitoris had already excitedly poked its head out. Ding Ping used one finger to slide back and forth on her labia, while the other finger gently pressed on her clitoris. Each movement and light press brought Yu Xiaoling a moan and a tremor. Ding Ping parted her two full, moist lips, pressed his nose tightly against the bright, moist flesh, and took a deep breath.

Yu Xiaoling cried out, and seeing her strong reaction, Ding Ping extended his tongue and licked the pink flesh beside her vulva. Yu Xiaoling trembled instantly, her bright eyes seeming to be shrouded in mist, her delicate lips parted but no sound came out, her expression blank and lost, her vulva opening and closing slightly, slowly flowing with clear, transparent love juice. Ding Ping took

the exquisite, lovely, bright red clitoris into his mouth, teasing it lightly with his tongue, his slender middle finger slowly inserting into the warm vulva, gently pressing and rotating, while his other hand vigorously kneaded her breasts. Yu Xiaoling had just been entangled with Ding Ping, suppressing her desires, but now, receiving Ding Ping's intimate caresses, she no longer needed to hold back, letting out a high-pitched moan: "Oh, Ding Ping, no... oh... oh... I..." Her slender waist arched, her jade buttocks even lifting off the bed, swaying from side to side with Ding Ping's licking.

“Ding Ping…my good son…hurry…harder…I want you…” Yu Xiaoling cried out incoherently.

Ding Ping stared intently at her reaction, his mouth working vigorously, his fingers thrusting faster inside her. Yu Xiaoling suddenly tensed, letting out a soft moan, her vagina convulsing, continuously gushing out thick, sticky fluid. Yu Xiaoling lay paralyzed on the bed, her eyes glazed, her nostrils flaring, her cheeks flushed, her breathing rapid. Ding Ping pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her smooth, satin-like skin.

After a moment, Yu Xiaoling's breathing calmed down. Ding Ping extended his thumb and gently rubbed one of her labia. Yu Xiaoling let out a soft moan, a strand of glistening fluid sliding down her labia, clinging to the edge. Ding Ping guided his penis with his hand, using the glans to part her labia and gently sliding it up and down, occasionally lightly touching her clitoris with the glans, rubbing it gently.

Yu Xiaoling moaned incessantly as I teased her, “Ding Ping…my good son…stop teasing me…my pussy is so itchy!…hurry!…please…please fuck me…hurry up!…” She cried out as she swayed her lower body, chasing after Ding Ping’s penis.

Ding Ping chuckled, “Hehe, good auntie, this is called cutting an oyster to get a pearl. How is it? Comfortable?” Yu Xiaoling didn’t reply, but instead reached down and grasped Ding Ping’s purplish-red glans, gently kneading it. Her sharp nails deftly grazed the sensitive tip, bringing waves of itchy pain. The hot penis throbbed in her delicate hand, clear fluid oozing from the glans. Yu Xiaoling dipped her fingertip in the fluid and slowly applied it to her bright red lips, her bright eyes fixed on Ding Ping.

Ding Ping's heart was pounding with excitement. He cried out, "Good aunt! Spread your little sister apart!" Yu Xiaoling let out a soft moan, her hands gripping her labia and pulling them apart, revealing her tender, bright red vulva. Ding Ping pinched the base of his penis with his right thumb and slapped it against the tender flesh in the middle. With each slap, she trembled involuntarily, and her vulva immediately filled with glistening fluid. In no time, his penis was covered in it. Ding Ping then slapped Yu Xiaoling's plump buttocks, making them completely wet.

Yu Xiaoling cried out in a seductive voice, "Oh...oh...good son...it's so itchy!...you...you're still teasing me...hurry!...hurry up and put it in!...hurry up!...don't play with me anymore..." Hearing Yu Xiaoling's cries, Ding Ping's lust burned even more fiercely. He used his thumbs to forcefully spread Yu Xiaoling's labia apart, widening the narrow vulva into a round opening. Ding Ping slowly brought his already deep purple glans close to the entrance of her vagina, then thrust forcefully, his thick, purplish-red penis instantly penetrating her narrow passage. He then slowly pushed further in, reaching her soft clitoris. "Ah!" Yu Xiaoling cried out in pleasure, "Ding Ping... my good son... it feels so good!... thrust faster!... Oh!..."

Ding Ping held Yu Xiaoling's full, pert buttocks tightly, carefully savoring the way her vagina enveloped and ground his penis. After a while, he supported her hips and slowly withdrew his penis until only the glans remained between her labia, then thrust it in again, repeating this motion repeatedly. Each time he withdrew, his thick penis brought out her pink labia and sticky vaginal fluid; each time he thrust in, it felt as if her labia were being pulled in as well. Although the movements were vigorous, the speed was slow. Yu Xiaoling seemed to be suspended in mid-air, her buttocks swaying as if she wanted him to speed up the pace.

Ding Ping skillfully dodged, fueling her burning desire and unbearable anxiety. Unable to contain herself any longer, she cried out in a sweet voice, "Good son...please stop teasing your aunt...I want it!"

Chapter 129 Stepmother and Aunt (Part Two)

Ding Ping chuckled, "What do you want?"

Yu Xiaoling whispered sweetly, "Aunt...I want my good son...to cherish me..."

Ding Ping couldn't bear to tease her any longer, and besides, he himself was also itching with desire. So he forcefully parted her legs and began thrusting rapidly and fiercely into her vagina. His abdomen slammed against her jade buttocks with a crackling sound, and he felt the layers of tender flesh inside her honeypot tightly enveloping his penis, the soft clitoris seemingly able to embrace and suckle at the glans. Yu Xiaoling was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she almost fainted. A wave of intense ecstasy washed over her, and she moaned with delight, "Oh...oh...son...Dingping!...Auntie feels so good!...So good!...Ahhh!...So good!..." Amidst Yu Xiaoling's cries of pleasure, Dingping felt her vagina suddenly contract, gripping his penis so tightly it was almost impossible to move, yet incredibly pleasurable. Then, her flower spurted out a stream of hot nectar, splashing onto Dingping's sensitive glans, making him tremble repeatedly.

Yu Xiaoling groaned a few more times, then collapsed weakly onto the bed, her penis, glistening with love fluid, slipping out of her vagina. Dingping quickly helped her up, supporting her legs as he re-inserted himself, then thrust forcefully. Yu Xiaoling seemed to have passed out, letting Ding Ping do as he pleased. Ding Ping pushed her knees up to her breasts, her full lips parted, and were squeezed hard by the base of Ding Ping's penis, secreting a trickle of love fluid that gradually covered their lower abdomens. Ding Ping felt a cool sensation in his lower body.

After a moment, Yu Xiaoling recovered, thrusting her slender waist to match Ding Ping's thrusts. Ding Ping made her hug her legs, reaching out to grasp her two full breasts, pulling and squeezing them with each thrust. Yu Xiaoling put her legs on Ding Ping's shoulders, her hands firmly gripping his arms, her whole body moving back and forth with Ding Ping's powerful thrusts.

Ding Ping felt a tingling, itchy sensation in his penis, wishing he could use all his strength to rub his penis inside her vagina. Yu Xiaoling moaned continuously, using all her strength to rise and fall with Ding Ping. Ding Ping then turned her to the side, bending one leg, kneeling behind her jade buttocks, and inserted himself from the side and rear. The change in position brought a different kind of pleasure, and Yu Xiaoling became excited again. She trembled a few times and climaxed again. Her snow-white skin had turned a pleasant pink, her body covered in glistening beads of sweat, the thick, sticky love fluid from her vulva creating a paste, and a rich, erotic scent filled the air. Her long, black hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, her starry eyes half-closed, her breath coming in soft gasps. She slowly responded to Ding Ping's rapid thrusts, pleasure gathering within his penis. Ding Ping felt both itchy and tingling all over, and a strange expression appeared on his face. He braced himself on his elbows and cried out, "Auntie, I'm going to cum!"

Yu Xiaoling showed no sign of backing down; instead, she pressed herself against the embroidered couch, her lower body undulating with Ding Ping's thrusts. Intense pleasure surged through Ding Ping's body, and with a roar, his penis erupted inside Yu Xiaoling's flower core. Yu Xiaoling tightly held his penis in her mouth, Ding Ping panted heavily, his buttocks clenching tightly, and powerful streams of semen shot into her womb, bringing her to the peak of pleasure.

After a long while, Ding Ping stopped ejaculating and lay comfortably on the bed with his eyes closed. Yu Xiaoling lay quietly beside him. At this moment, Li Xuemei, panting heavily, hugged Ding Ping tightly. Yu Xiaoling rolled over to Li Xuemei's side and began to caress her body, gently kneading her breasts. Li Xuemei, in her discomfort, found Yu Xiaoling's touch comforting and did not resist.

While kneading Li Xuemei's breasts, Yu Xiaoling brought her mouth to them and sucked like a baby. Li Xuemei's cherry lips parted slightly as she was sucked, gasping for breath and moaning softly. Yu Xiaoling lay on the bed and had Li Xuemei lie on top of her, their buttocks facing each other in a 69 position, licking each other. While licking, Yu Xiaoling inserted her fingers into Li Xuemei's peach blossom cave, gently moving them in and out of Li Xuemei's honey hole. Soon, Li Xuemei was moaning and crying out repeatedly, "Mmm...mmm...sister...you're so good!...Oh...I feel so...so good!...Ouch!"

Seeing Li Xuemei's alluring honey hole, the smooth and tender pubic hair was inverted in a triangle shape, hanging between the base of Li Xuemei's slender and white jade legs. Her not-so-thick pubic hair was already covered with crystal-clear peach blossom spring water. The pink and tender jade clam in the valley protruded slightly upward under Yu Xiaoling's teasing. The entire jade peach blossom cave swelled up and opened wide to both sides, generously exuding nectar and jade liquid, while also secretly peeking out a bright and moist pearl, red and tempting.

Ding Ping subconsciously swallowed. Yu Xiaoling gently tugged at Li Xuemei's soft, fine hairs, rubbing and pressing her soft pubic bone with her palm. Because of the delicate flesh covering her pubic bone, it wasn't protruding, making it appear sexy and full. When Yu Xiaoling rubbed Li Xuemei's soft, moist flesh and pubic bone with her palm, the entire valley of peach blossoms swayed and writhed with her movements. The pearl that was peeking out was even more swollen, standing upright in the overflowing spring water of the peach blossom garden, displaying endless temptation!

Yu Xiaoling parted Li Xuemei's honeyed flesh with one hand, while licking the pearl with her tongue. This scene made Ding Ping's manhood faithfully carry out his thoughts, already standing tall and erect. Ding Ping pulled Yu Xiaoling over, guided his penis with his hand, and slowly approached Li Xuemei's honey hole. Li Xuemei felt the emptiness in her honey hole after Yu Xiaoling left, and her snow-white buttocks lifted up, searching for full filling. Ding Ping took the opportunity to aim at the honey hole and thrust all the way in.

Li Xuemei felt her honeypot suddenly filled by a hot, hard penis. She thrust her hips, welcoming Ding Ping's penetration, moaning with pleasure, "Oh...so good!...Please hold on tight!...My godson!...Ding Ping...ah...you're so strong..." Seeing Yu Xiaoling call Ding Ping "son" earlier, Li Xuemei now called him "godson," experiencing a strange incestuous pleasure.

Yu Xiaoling moved away from Li Xuemei and sat beside them, watching their activity. Seeing Li Xuemei's reaction, Ding Ping knew she was aroused. He happily spread her full buttocks wide and thrust deeply into her honeypot. Li Xuemei's honey hole wasn't deep, and her vagina was very tight. Ding Ping decided to give Li Xuemei an unforgettable night. He pressed his penis firmly against her jade buttocks, twisting his waist to make his penis grind and grind inside her honey pot. Li Xuemei seemed to be itchy all over, swaying gently and moaning softly: "Ah...ah...Ding Ping...so swollen and so numb...how could this be? Your thing is too big...it's so uncomfortable...my flower core is going to break! Ah...godson...no...stop...stop..."

Chapter 130 Stepmother and Aunt (Part 3)

Ding Ping smiled and said: "Godmother, is Ding Ping doing well? How does it feel? Is it comfortable?" Li Xuemei answered me with her moans, "Oh!...godson...so comfortable!...hum...so...so good!...I...oh...my body...my heart is all yours!...oh oh...it feels so good!..." Li Xuemei sighed in a seductive and coquettish voice. Seeing that Li Xuemei was in the mood, Ding Ping began to thrust vigorously. Her fragrant nectar was drawn out by the thick, hard penis, leaving her crotch glistening. Li Xuemei's high-pitched moans grew louder and louder: "Oh...oh...so good!...So comfortable!...So comfortable!...Oh...I'm going to...I'm going to cum!..."

As Ding Ping thrust in and out, he also slapped her round, pert buttocks forcefully. Each slap caused Li Xuemei's vagina to tighten, as if her vagina was massaging Ding Ping's penis. The tightness and loosening within the warm, hard vagina felt incredibly good! Because Ding Ping's hand was tightly gripping her buttocks, he couldn't twist his hips to dodge. He kept slapping her snow-white buttocks until they were fiery red. The burning pain from the slaps went straight to Li Xuemei's heart, but it also brought her waves of intense pleasure. Li Xuemei moaned softly, her vulva drooling.

Ding Ping released Li Xuemei's hands, squatted down, cupped her full, jade-like buttocks, and licked her hot, sensitive skin inch by inch with his tongue. A mixture of burning and itching sensations washed over her, and Li Xuemei moaned incessantly. Ding Ping spread her deep buttocks apart, his tongue licking her upside-down lips. She trembled with excitement, making muffled sounds in her throat. Ding Ping used both his mouth and tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, and rubbing, sometimes gently tracing her lips with the tip of his tongue, sometimes taking her lips into his mouth and rubbing them with his teeth. Li Xuemei felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling on her lower body, and she uttered soft murmurs, "Oh...so comfortable!...I'm so happy!...My dear...my dear brother who knows how to fuck!...my dear husband...Xuemei feels so good being fucked by you!...Ouch!...Oh...oh...", babbling incoherently.

Ding Ping inserted his index and middle fingers into her honeypot, rotating and probing, while his tongue teased her anus. Her moans gradually rose in intensity. Ding Ping quickened the thrusting of his fingers, while simultaneously pushing his tongue into her anus. Li Xuemei trembled, and Ding Ping knew she was about to climax. He stood up and inserted his penis into her honeypot, moving it slightly. Li Xuemei writhed her buttocks, contracting her vaginal canal to squeeze his penis, seemingly begging Ding Ping to thrust harder. Ding Ping pressed her slender waist down, pressing his penis firmly against her clitoris and gently grinding it. Her warm, moist vagina writhed faster and faster. Just before her climax, Ding Ping pulled out, and Li Xuemei plummeted from the peak of her orgasm to the depths of her clitoris, moaning anxiously, "Little...son...faster! My...pussy is so...I'm dying of itching!"

Ding Ping paused, estimating that her peak had passed, and then inserted his penis again, rotating and grinding against her clitoris. Li Xuemei cried out, and Ding Ping chuckled, swaying his hips. He felt her honey pot growing warmer and wetter, as if his lower body were immersed in a hot spring. Ding Ping carefully examined the changes in her honey pot, and once again withdrew just before she was about to climax, a gush of scalding lava gushing from her vulva.

Li Xuemei sobbed in discomfort, "Ah...ah...baby...don't play with me anymore...faster...faster...fuck me...I'm going to die...I can't take it anymore...faster..." Ding Ping ignored Xuemei's screams, rubbing his glans against her wet petals before inserting it again. Li Xuemei frantically clenched her buttocks. Ding Ping thrust all the way in, then withdrew completely, slowing down the pace. Li Xuemei finally couldn't help but sob softly. Ding Ping saw that her crotch was already a mess, with thick love juice smeared on her thighs and buttocks, and her tender vulva turned a striking crimson, opening and closing repeatedly. He knew she had been aroused to the extreme. He bent down and took the undergarment out of her mouth. Li Xuemei whimpered, "Good godson... my good brother... please insert it into me... please..."

Ding Ping whispered softly in her ear, "Good auntie, Ding Ping will be gentle with you, I'll make you feel good right away!" With that, he thrust his lower body forward, his jade stem plunging all the way in. Ding Ping braced himself on the edge of the bed, swaying his waist, and used the force of his lower body to heavily slam into her full, pert buttocks. Xuemei's secret passage was exceptionally lubricated, and as his jade stem moved wildly in and out, hot honey juice splashed out. Li Xuemei cried out joyfully, "Oh...oh!...Godson!...So good!...So...so comfortable!...My little pussy can't take it...Ding Ping...you're so strong...um!"

Ding Ping's upper body pressed heavily on her back, while his lower body straddled her buttocks in a horse stance, his thrusts becoming even wilder. Li Xuemei gently endured my body, the room filled with the heavy sounds of flesh colliding and Xuemei's moans. The hard, large penis rapidly violated her thirsty honey hole, and the long-accumulated climax finally surged towards her again. Li Xuemei screamed and trembled violently. Ding Ping pressed the base of his penis heavily against the entrance of her honey hole, his buttocks swaying and pressing down forcefully. The thick jade stem mercilessly tore open the entrance of her vagina, and the hot honey flesh was immediately squeezed and teased everywhere. The tightness of her honey hole made his penis feel painful, and her flower bud sprayed out bursts of hot nectar, pouring onto the sensitive glans, making Ding Ping tremble repeatedly.

After her climax, Li Xuemei seemed about to faint, her body limp, unconsciously moaning. Ding Ping left his penis inside her, gently pulling her onto the bed, his arm around her slender waist. Her starry eyes were half-closed, her face pale, her breath coming in soft gasps, and her forehead and nose were covered in glistening beads of sweat. Ding Ping gently kneaded her full breasts with one hand, while his other hand caressed her back, letting her savor the warm afterglow of extreme pleasure. After a while, Li Xuemei's breathing became light again, her face glowing with captivating beauty, as if she could withstand another storm.

Ding Ping stopped what he was doing and smiled, "Aunt Xuemei, look!" as he slowly withdrew his penis. Her crimson vulva opened and closed slightly, slowly releasing a thick, snow-white nectar, like rice porridge. Li Xuemei let out a shy moan, her face flushed, playfully protesting. Ding Ping reached down and stroked the peony flower beneath her. She trembled slightly and said affectionately, "Good godson, Auntie almost fainted just now. Can I rest for a while before we finish? You should go find your aunt first!" Only

then did Ding Yi remember to look at Yu Xiaoling. Turning his head, he saw that Yu Xiaoling's body was covered in fragrant sweat. Her fair skin had turned a delicate pink due to the rising passion. Her almond eyes were slightly closed, and her rosy lips were glistening with moisture. Her delicate tongue occasionally licked her lips. One hand was placed on her breast, gently stroking it, while the other hand was placed on her overflowing honey hole, kneading it wantonly. Her two long and strong thighs twisted and rubbed incessantly, and she let out soul-stirring and wanton moans. The expression on her face seemed to be extremely comfortable.

Chapter 131 Stepmother and Aunt (Part 4)

Ding Ping lightly kissed Li Xuemei, left her and came to Yu Xiaoling's side. He lowered his head and kissed her alluring red lips, playing with her full breasts with one hand and stroking her honey hole with the other. Yu Xiaoling opened her eyes and saw Ding Ping. She let out a soft moan, wrapped her arms around Ding Ping's neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She pressed her body tightly against him, swaying back and forth, moaning, "Good son... I want... faster... I feel so uncomfortable... um..."

"Good aunt, don't worry, your son will fuck you right away!" Ding Ping said while stroking her. He patted her buttocks, "Come on, aunt, turn over and go next to Li Xuemei, kneel on the bed, and lie down like Li Xuemei did just now! Your son is going to fuck you properly and reward you properly!" Yu Xiaoling was in great discomfort and didn't care about being shy. She turned over and crawled over, sticking her pink buttocks up high, and lay down next to Li Xuemei, looking at Ding Ping with a shy and longing expression.

Looking again at Yu Xiaoling's jade-like buttocks, her vulva was clearly defined by its black and white flesh, tender and full, with a small, bright red slit in the center, glistening with a lustful glow from the strands of love juice. Ding Ping wanted to examine it more closely, so he parted the full, honeyed lips wide. The two lips were pulled apart slightly, revealing a little bit of tender, moist flesh. At the tip of the lips stood a round, bright red clitoris, luscious and swollen like a cherry. The entire vulva was moist and slippery, the bright red flesh undulating slightly, the tiny opening appearing and disappearing, as if extending a courteous invitation to Ding Ping. Ding Ping gently ran his index finger along the slit, and Yu Xiaoling felt as if struck by lightning, letting out a soft "ooh" as she curled up her legs, covering her pretty face in embarrassment.

Ding Ping chuckled, took Yu Xiaoling's hand and grasped his thick penis, kissing her face from behind. Yu Xiaoling, somewhat shyly, manipulated Ding Ping's penis, slowly turning her body around. Her four slender, jade-like fingers pinched and squeezed Ding Ping's scrotum, while her warm palms subtly rubbed the base of his penis. Ding Ping's penis throbbed gently in her hands, and excited fluids unknowingly dripped from the purplish-red glans. Ding Ping was greatly aroused, moving between her legs, grasping her knees and spreading her full thighs. Yu Xiaoling's eyes were filled with spring, and she guided his penis to her vulva, slightly thrusting her lower body towards Ding Ping.

Ding Ping gently thrust his hips, letting the large glans lick along the edge of her labia, occasionally glancing at her erect clitoris. She trembled with sensitivity, her vulva filled with slippery saliva, which instantly coated the tip of his penis. Yu Xiaoling gently hugged her legs, and Ding Ping swung his hard, huge penis, repeatedly striking her hot, sticky vulva. With each strike, she trembled, let out a soft moan, and drops of her juices flew everywhere. The thick shaft was soon covered in glistening saliva, and her pubic hair and thighs were also smeared with shiny silver threads. Finally, she couldn't help but plead, "Good son... please stop teasing your aunt!"

Ding Ping chuckled softly, gently pinching the base of his penis and slowly inserting the glans shallowly into Yu Xiaoling's wet crevice. Then, supporting her slender waist, he slowly pushed it in. Yu Xiaoling let out a long sigh, but her brows furrowed, her expression a mixture of immense pleasure and profound discomfort. Ding Ping gently rotated his hips, his enormous penis breaking free from the sticky, sensual grip, pressing against every corner of her secret passage, the large glans pressing firmly against her soft clitoris. Yu Xiaoling opened her small mouth, and an involuntary, soft "ah" escaped her throat.

Before Ding Ping even began thrusting, Yu Xiaoling was already in a frenzy, twisting her waist and turning constantly. Ding Ping pressed her hands tightly down, slowly withdrawing his penis until only the glans remained between her labia, before thrusting it in again forcefully. Her furrowed brows and the expression of pained endurance on her face were even more alluring. Her ample breasts bounced back and forth with Ding Ping's thrusts, like pebbles thrown into a pool of water, creating dazzling waves, while her lower body seemed to open a stream, continuously gushing out hot nectar. Ding Ping leaned down, and Yu Xiaoling immediately hugged him tightly, bringing her cherry lips to his, dazedly searching for Ding's large mouth. Ding Ping embraced her and rolled over, his jade stem sinking deep into her soft flower. Yu Xiaoling seemed to have her Achilles' heel captured, panting as she lay on Ding's body. She remained limp and motionless for a long time, her body trembling with excitement, her lower body almost incontinent. Ding Ping's thighs were quickly soaked and slippery, his penis throbbing rhythmically with the glans contracting and expanding. Yu Xiaoling felt as if she were floating in the air, her body and mind both weak and limp, experiencing utter bliss, soft moans escaping her lips.

There was no space left between Yu Xiaoling's lower body and his penis felt like it was encased in a soft, fleshy band. Ding Ping grabbed her two plump buttocks and kneaded them forcefully. He thrust his lower abdomen twice and urged, "Good aunt, move! Move yourself!"

Yu Xiaoling breathed softly, "Good son... your aunt really can't move... I'm so weak and powerless! But it feels... so good!"

Ding Ping rolled over again and pressed Yu Xiaoling beneath him. She truly seemed to have no strength left. Her eyes were languid, her thighs limply resting on the bed, her breasts heaving violently, her forehead and cleavage covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed, and her small nostrils flaring with excitement. Ding Ping forcefully grabbed her firm, full breasts and thrust his penis in, the impact of their lower abdomens making a "smack" sound. Yu Xiaoling immediately trembled violently, shaking violently, and quickly spread her thighs as wide as possible to fully expand her secret passage.

Yu Xiaoling's vagina was already incredibly lubricated, her hot, moist opening throbbing violently, joyfully sucking on the penis. Ding Ping thrust all the way in, but still didn't launch a fierce attack, only patiently grinding gently. Yu Xiaoling felt as if a million ants were crawling inside her, her heart itching unbearably. She both wanted Ding Ping to thrust wildly and reluctantly to give up this intoxicating pleasure, and couldn't help but open her mouth and moan lasciviously, "Oh...oh...my dear son...you're so good at playing with women...Auntie will let you play...play me to death...ouch!..."

Ding Ping tightly embraced Yu Xiaoling's slender waist, lewdly asking, "Auntie, is it comfortable?" She grabbed Ding Ping's arm, moaning, "Comfortable...Auntie feels so good! You're so good at this..." Before she could finish speaking, Ding Ping had already withdrawn completely. She whimpered in disappointment, clutching Ding Ping's hand, opening her eyes and pleadingly looking at him, choking out, "Good son...you can't...do this..."

Ding Ping smiled slightly, playfully pinching her cheek, then lifting her smooth legs and pressing them against his head. Yu Xiaoling's face turned as red as a cloth, her body folded up, only her back touching the bed. Knowing my intentions, she tightly hugged her thighs, her lower body instantly exposed. Her two full labia became incredibly soft, and Ding Ping easily pulled them apart, revealing her mysterious garden and honey cave. Her paradise was wet, her entire lower body exuding a rich, mature aura, the crimson flesh contracting violently, constantly squeezing out fragrant juices. Ding Ping aimed his penis at Yu Xiaoling's vagina and slowly inserted it, carefully savoring the sensations as he chuckled, "Auntie, do you like Ding Ping playing like this?"

Chapter 132 Stepmother and Aunt (Part 5)

"I like it... I like it so much... It feels so good, so happy, son. I really want to be connected with you like this forever!" Yu Xiaoling spoke more and more fluently, her mouth constantly uttering explicit words, as if she were deriving immense pleasure from it. Her face grew increasingly red, but not from shyness. Her waist twisted more and more violently, and her legs trembled in the air. Ding Ping forcefully pushed her thighs up, his penis thrusting in and out rapidly, and he chuckled, "Auntie, are you really that happy? That comfortable? Am I really that good?"

"Yes, yes!! Yes!! Good..." Her voice became high-pitched, and the expression on her face became increasingly ecstatic. Ding Ping knew she was about to climax, but he pulled his penis out. Yu Xiaoling frantically twisted her buttocks, pleading, "Good son... please let your aunt have fun! I'll do whatever you want!"

Ding Ping slowly stood up, making Yu Xiaoling hold her buttocks up to the sky, then spread her legs and straddled her, aiming his penis at Yu Xiaoling's open vaginal opening, pressing down and slowly thrusting his penis in. She cried out in a sweet voice, "Oh... oh... good son... dear son!... you're making your aunt so happy!... thrust harder!... ah!... hmph... thrust into me... um..."

Ding Ping sat down hard, and Yu Xiaoling cried out "ah" with furrowed brows, her body arching even more, her expression one of utter ecstasy. Ding Ping pressed down hard on her knees, slowly lifting his wet penis, until only the glans was clamped at the entrance of her vagina, then suddenly sat down again.

Yu Xiaoling screamed, quickly bracing herself against the embroidered couch to support Ding Ping's weight. Ding Ping slowly retreated, his thick, long penis leaping out of her honeypot, waving in the air, strands of lustful fluid constantly dripping from its shaft. The extreme emptiness almost made her cry. She opened her eyes and looked at me mournfully, saying, "Good son..." Ding Ping smiled slightly, loosening his grip on her, spreading her thighs apart, and gently inserting his jade stem, then slowly thrusting in and out. Yu Xiaoling trembled slightly, immediately stopping her sobs and moans. I moved my hips lightly, letting my penis thrust left and right, up and down, each thrust making her tremble violently with pleasure. Lost in her own desire, Yu Xiaoling blurted out lewd words, "Oh... dear... dear son... auntie... feels so good being fucked by you!"

Ding Ping grasped Yu Xiaoling's breasts, listening to her wanton moans, his lower body moving faster and faster. Yu Xiaoling cried out, "I...I'm...so happy today...good son...good Ding Ping...you're stronger than before...you're so amazing...faster...harder, auntie...I...I...I'm coming...coming!" Her cries grew louder and louder, until they almost sounded like shouts. Then she trembled violently several times and collapsed. At this moment, Ding Ping realized he was about to ejaculate and shouted, "Good auntie, just a little longer, I'm going to cum."

Suddenly, Li Xuemei pulled Ding Ping and said, "Stop it, Yu Xiaoling is almost unconscious from your penetration, let me do it." Ding Ping looked and saw that it was true; Yu Xiaoling had fainted on the bed. Ding Ping had no choice but to pull out and let Yu Xiaoling lie on the bed, quickly moving to Li Xuemei. With this move, Ding Ping's urge to ejaculate faded again. To get into the swing of things, Ding Ping thrust his penis deep into Li Xuemei's body each time, reaching her cervix before withdrawing. Each deep thrust sent Li Xuemei moaning softly, her body trembling slightly. Each time he withdrew, Ding Ping would scrape the tip of his penis against Li Xuemei's G-spot. After a few times, Li Xuemei began to respond to Ding Ping's thrusts.

Ding Ping asked as he thrust, "Aunt Xuemei, is it comfortable? Am I going in deep enough?"

"Comfortable...so comfortable! So pleasurable...harder...yes...harder! Aunt...I'm going to die! Ah! It's so wonderful! Oh...you're so amazing...ah...it feels so good..."

After answering Ding Ping's questions, Li Xuemei cried out loudly, reaching down to rub her clitoris, occasionally touching Ding Ping's testicles. Ding Ping saw her two large, white breasts swaying, so he grabbed them and played with them, vigorously rubbing the mounds of flesh and occasionally pinching her nipples.

“Ah! Good Ding Ping! My godson… don’t pinch my nipples… gently! It hurts… oh dear! You naughty son… I told you to pinch gently, but you… you pinch so… so hard! You’ll pinch them! You’ll break them… oh! You… you… you… you’re so naughty… oh…”

“Oh! Good son! It’s so itchy inside! Quickly… thrust into Auntie’s… mm! Yes… yes… ah! It feels so good! I’ve never felt so good before… good husband… ah… it feels so good! Ah… I’m going to cum…”

“Ah… ah… I’m going to cum too, let’s do it together… Aunt Xue Mei… I’m going to cum!” Ding Ping shouted.

“Cum! Cum inside, cum all of it into me!” Li Xue Mei’s hot honey hole writhed faster and faster, contracted stronger and stronger, and stimulated the glans more and more intensely. Ding Ping knew that Li Xue Mei was about to climax, so he thrust into her with all his might.

Li Xuemei suddenly shuddered, collapsing limply. A tight grip ran through her vagina, and a gush of scalding nectar spurted from her vulva, splashing onto Ding Ping's glans, making it itch with a burning sensation. Her vulva felt like a small mouth enveloping his glans. At that moment, Ding Ping felt a jolt of numbness, and his semen gushed out, shooting onto Li Xuemei's vulva, causing her to tremble.

"Ah! So hot! So scalding! So much! It's killing me!" After the climax, Li Xuemei closed her eyes tightly, collapsing onto Ding Ping as if utterly exhausted. Ding Ping's penis remained inside her, warm as if soaking in lukewarm water, incredibly comfortable. Stroking the two sleeping women beside him, Ding Ping also fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Ding Yi was awakened by a noise. He opened his eyes and saw Yu Xiaoling lying to his right, seemingly asleep, while Li Xuemei lay to his left, fiddling with Ding Ping's penis. Ding Ping embraced Li Xuemei, his right hand restlessly reaching under her breasts, gently caressing her large breasts, his thumb cupping the base of her breasts and lightly kneading them. She was only breathing softly.

Ding Ping felt his index finger harden her nipple, so he cupped his entire palm over her large breast, gently pinching the hardened nipple. At this moment, Yu Xiaoling put her left hand between Ding Ping's legs and gently touched Ding Ping's penis, rubbing it back and forth. Soon, Ding Ping's hard penis stood erect in front of the two of them like a flagpole. Ding Ping lifted the towel blanket off Li Xuemei's body, and her pair of round, plump, firm breasts with obvious cleavage were presented in front of Ding Ping. Her nipples were upturned and slightly shiny, and her areolas were a light pink color, seemingly radiating a dazzling glow. 03-15
Chapter 133 Stepmother and Aunt (VI)

Ding Ping pressed his cheek against Li Xuemei's breasts and gently rubbed them, kneading them vigorously with both hands, and sucked on her small, red nipples, circling the tips with his tongue. Yu Xiaoling's hand continued to rub Ding Ping's penis, gently squeezing his testicles. Ding Ping held Li Xuemei's breast in his mouth, sucking hard as if trying to draw something out. "Ah...ah!..." Li Xuemei finally couldn't help but moan under Ding Ping's sucking. At the same time, Ding Ping reached his left hand between Yu Xiaoling's legs, touching her inner thigh, which was already very wet. Yu Xiaoling still kept her eyes closed, continuing to touch Ding Ping's penis.

Ding Ping restlessly slipped his other hand into Li Xuemei's lower body, exploring the mysterious triangle between her legs. He first touched a large, fluffy patch of pubic hair, glistening with dew. Ding Ping's hand then moved downwards, finding her thick, soft labia majora. He used two fingers to separate her labia majora, pressing down on her large clitoris and gently rubbing it. Li Xuemei's breathing quickened. "Oh... ah..." Her face flushed crimson, she instinctively struggled, clamping her long, beautiful legs together to prevent Ding Ping's hand from further penetrating and probing her vagina. However, the fluid flowing from her lower body had already soaked her inner thighs. At this moment, Ding Ping was extremely excited. One hand slid inside Yu Xiaoling's vagina, while the other hand caressed Li Xuemei's labia. Ding Ping's penis was being moved up and down by Yu Xiaoling's left hand.

Ding Ping carefully examined Li Xuemei, who had her eyes closed. Her body was flawless, with a sculpted figure. Bright red nipples stood erect on her round breasts. They weren't as large as Yu Xiaoling's, but they were still 36E cups, much larger than the average woman's. Between her legs was a patch of pubic hair, growing towards the center, densely covering her private parts. Ding Ping spread Li Xuemei's legs as wide as possible, revealing her most alluring vulva to him without reservation. Her labia were thick and very sexy. Gently parting them revealed her vaginal opening.

Ding Ping climbed on top of Li Xuemei, lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders. Yu Xiaoling used her right hand to grasp Ding Ping's penis and guide it towards Li Xuemei's vaginal opening. Ding Ping then thrust forcefully, and although it felt very tight, his penis "plop" fully entered her paradise. The warm vagina tightly held Ding Ping's penis, and his penis gently moved in and out of Li Xuemei's vagina, causing her to moan loudly: "Ah!... Ding Ping... I can't take it anymore... Oh... You... you're making me feel so good... Ding Ping... I'm going to... I'm going to cum..." Ding Ping intensely savored this most pleasurable feeling in the world.

Ding Ping's thick, hard penis thrust back and forth inside Li Xuemei's vagina. Li Xuemei cried out, "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh...mmm...no...ah...so good...ah...it's hitting my clitoris...it hurts...slower...don't stop..." Watching Ding Ping thrust up and down on Li Xuemei's body, Yu Xiaoling twisted Ding Ping's buttocks hard with her hands. Ding Ping withdrew his penis from Li Xuemei's body, and Li Xuemei quickly shouted, "Don't go...I want you..." So, Ding Ping half-lay on Li Xuemei's body, one hand kneading Li Xuemei's breasts, and the other hand inserting into Li Xuemei's vagina and thrusting back and forth, extending her pleasure.

Yu Xiaoling half-squatted on the bed, using both hands to pump Ding Ping's penis back and forth for a while before opening her mouth and taking it in. She moved her tongue back and forth along Ding Ping's penis, constantly stimulating the sensitive glans. Ding Ping thrust upwards, filling his entire penis into Yu Xiaoling's mouth. This envelopment and stimulation sent waves of pleasure rising from his base.

Seeing that the two women were beyond control, Ding Ping had them lie flat on the bed. He first inserted his erect penis into Li Xuemei's vagina, pumping it up and down. Yu Xiaoling pinched the base of Ding Ping's penis with one hand, helping him to move it back and forth, making Ding Ping lose control and feel like he was about to ejaculate. Ding Ping quickly pulled his penis, which was about to ejaculate, out of Li Xuemei's vagina, panting heavily to control his excited emotions. Then he put his hard penis into Yu Xiaoling's vagina, pumping it back and forth, savoring the taste of Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei.

After a while, Ding Ping climbed on top of Li Xuemei again, pressing his upper body tightly against her firm breasts, and inserted his penis into Li Xuemei's vagina. "Ding Ping... my godson... it feels so good!... faster... faster... faster... fuck me... oh!..." Li Xuemei moaned. Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei lay on their backs on the bed, buttocks to buttocks. As Ding Ping's penis moved back and forth in Li Xuemei's vagina, it almost touched Yu Xiaoling's genitals. Yu Xiaoling's one hand caressed Ding Ping's moving penis, and she kept twisting her body, moaning "hmm... hmm..." Yu Xiaoling was now filled with lust, her whole body trembling, struggling and moaning.

Ding Ping continued thrusting while clinging to Li Xuemei. Yu Xiaoling pulled on Ding Ping's penis, forcibly pulling it out as he moved in and out of Li Xuemei's vagina. She then guided the glans of Ding Ping's penis, sticky with vaginal fluid, into her vagina. Ding Ping felt his penis being tightly gripped by Yu Xiaoling's warm, moist vaginal walls from glans to base. Yu Xiaoling let out a satisfied moan, "Oh...ah..." Seeing that Li Xuemei seemed somewhat disappointed, Ding Ping decided to change tactics and completely conquer them in a short time.

So Ding Ping climbed on top of Li Xuemei, pressing down on her firm breasts, his hands groping her genitals from under her buttocks, while his penis was inserted into Yu Xiaoling's vagina. Ding Ping pulled his penis out until only the glans remained inside, then thrust it in again and again, "brute force" against her. Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei were practically going crazy. Li Xuemei was panting heavily, and Yu Xiaoling's hands were gripping the sheets in a mess. With each thrust from Ding Ping, she cried out, "Ah...ah...ah..."

Li Xuemei's panting and Yu Xiaoling's cries made Ding Ping unable to resist. He bit Li Xuemei's breast and sucked hard, while increasing the speed of his thrusts. Yu Xiaoling's lower body arched slightly in rhythm with Ding Ping's faster thrusts, making Ding Ping feel incredibly comfortable. Ding Ping thrust hard for another ten or so times, and finally ejaculated. A strong, tingling pleasure surged through Ding Ping's lower abdomen, and hot semen shot into Yu Xiaoling's body. She was unable to move. Li Xuemei's genitals were also wet. Ding Ping lay on his back on the bed, and Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei lay happily on either side of him. The three of them embraced each other, enjoying the afterglow of their sexual climax, and slowly fell asleep.

Chapter 134 On the plane back to U country (Part 1)

The next day, around nine o'clock, the three of them woke up. Ding Ping, his aunt Xiaoling, and Aunt Xuemei were having a good time when Ding Ping received a phone call.

The call was from the U country's computer research institute, asking Ding Ping's location and saying there was an urgent matter requiring him to come to the unit immediately. Ding Ping replied that he was out of town and wouldn't be back until noon the next day.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei immediately urged Ding Ping to return, saying they would explain to Yu Yan.

Ding Ping quickly washed up and returned to his residence, explaining the situation to Zhang Shiyu and Blanche. They understood Ding Ping's predicament and urged him to return to U country immediately, as he was secretly escorting Blanche back home and couldn't be delayed.

At 1 p.m., Ding Ping boarded a flight to U country, sitting in a seat towards the back.

As soon as he boarded the plane, Ding Ping closed his eyes. For the past two days, Ding Ping had been making love almost non-stop with the people he loved and was close to, giving them the greatest satisfaction and comforting their empty hearts after half a year. However, Ding Ping had also barely rested and was indeed too tired. He fell asleep soon after.

After an unknown amount of time, Ding Ping was awakened by the flight attendants' calls. It turned out they were bringing food and drinks. Ding Ping ordered a packet of snacks and a cup of coffee, hoping to perk himself up.

Just then, shouts suddenly rang out from the front, middle, and back of the plane: "We are hijackers! For everyone's safety, please remain seated and cooperate with our actions, or we will kill you on sight!"

As they spoke, five men armed with submachine guns stood up from their seats. They repeated their statement in English, and two of them walked towards the cockpit. The passengers panicked, screams erupted from the crowd, and chaos ensued.

The group shouted loudly and slapped several of the loudest ones, gradually calming everyone down. One of the three robbers yelled, "If you shout again or make any more troublesome moves, you'll be executed immediately. As long as you obey, you'll be safe."

A few minutes later, a flight attendant's voice came over the loudspeaker: "Dear passengers, please be quiet and follow instructions. Please don't panic; our crew will do our best to ensure everyone's safety."

After the incident, Ding Ping pretended to be as panicked as the others, but he used the chaos to secretly investigate the robbers using his supernatural abilities. He quickly noticed that besides the five who had publicly stood up, there were two other passengers behaving strangely. These two seemed flustered, but their expressions were calm, and they were taking advantage of the passengers' panic to look around. Ding Ping knew they were checking for anyone who could pose a threat.

Once they confirmed there was no threat, they lowered their heads and, like the others, clung to their seats, remaining motionless. Ding Ping quickly devised a plan to eliminate the hijackers. To ensure absolute success, he needed to wait an hour until the passengers quieted down, and the seven hijackers, believing they had complete control of the plane, lowered their guard. That would be Ding Ping's moment to strike.

The plane began to change direction, and the passengers, noticing this, stirred again. An announcement immediately came over the intercom, and a flight attendant's voice said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is now en route to an airport in another country. Please remain quiet for your safety."

Ding Ping estimated that the hijackers wouldn't make any moves on the plane. Only after the plane stopped at the airport, and if the requested party failed to meet their demands, would they threaten the passengers' lives with the requested government. Ding Ping's best opportunity to resolve the situation was before the plane landed, ensuring the safety of all passengers.

An hour later, the three hijackers in the cabin began to relax. The two in front and behind leaned against the cabin door, heads down, smoking. The middle hijacker sat in a seat on the side. The other two, who hadn't been exposed, sat four rows ahead and two rows ahead of Ding Ping, both near the aisle, presumably for a surprise attack.

As everyone went to the restroom, the robbers assumed it was normal. Ding Ping got up and walked towards the restroom. The robbers looked up at Ding Ping, noticing his tall but thin build and childlike face—clearly still a child—and paid him no further attention. As Ding Ping brushed past the robber in front of him, he accidentally bumped into him. The other robbers, including the two who hadn't been identified, all looked at Ding Ping, but seeing nothing was wrong, they went back to their own business.

Walking back, Ding Ping lightly bumped into the same robber again. This time, no one noticed him. In that brief touch, the playing card in Ding Ping's hand grazed the robber's neck, severing his leg. Ding Ping helped him up and carefully said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

To outsiders, the hijacker appeared to be ignoring Ding Ping with his head down. However, as Ding Ping approached the two hijackers hidden among the passengers, he raised his right hand, and two playing cards flew from his hand, striking the throats of the two hijackers standing in the middle and at the back. Before these two hijackers fell, Ding Ping raised both hands simultaneously, and two more playing cards flew out, striking

two more hijackers hidden among the passengers. In just a few seconds, Ding Ping had dealt with five hijackers in the cabin, leaving only two in the cockpit. Only then did the passengers realize what had happened. Just as they were cheering, Ding Ping gestured for silence and pointed towards the cockpit. Everyone immediately understood that two more hijackers remained, and they quickly covered their mouths, watching Ding Ping walk forward.

Two minutes later, the plane's intercom came on again, and the flight attendant's sweet voice rang out: "Dear passengers, the five hijackers and the two others who were hiding among the passengers—a total of seven—have all been eliminated. We are all safe. On behalf of the 350 passengers and crew, I salute the hero who eliminated the hijackers! And we express our gratitude to him!"

The cabin erupted in enthusiastic applause, with some shouting, "Bring out the hero who just eliminated the hijackers! We want to thank him in person!"

Then the intercom announced: "This hero said he couldn't appear in public, please understand. Protecting everyone's safety is everyone's duty, and this is what he should do. Please cooperate with our staff as they clean up the scene."

Several staff members then came out and, a dozen minutes later, dragged away the hijackers' bodies and cleaned up the scene.

The flight attendant announced, "Our plane has now resumed normal flight. Due to a change in flight direction, we need to adjust our course. We will arrive at our destination in approximately ten hours. Please maintain order and refrain from moving around unnecessarily. If you need anything, please let us know, and we will be happy to assist you."

In the premium class cabin, Ding Ping received a hero's welcome. The crew removed the partition between the two premium class cabins, creating a super-large, extra-luxury cabin. Except for those serving outside and those working in the cockpit, all other flight attendants and crew members gathered in the premium class cabin. The captain, on behalf of the entire crew, all passengers, and their airline, expressed his gratitude to Ding Ping. He also conveyed the company's decision: after deliberation by the company's upper management and board of directors, it was decided to grant Ding Ping a special gold card, allowing him to fly with the airline for free anytime, anywhere.

Ding Ping politely declined, saying, "I did what anyone would do in this situation, and I sincerely thank the captain and your airline for their kindness! I can accept your excellent service, but I cannot accept your gold card."

"If you don't accept our gratitude, it means you have a problem with our actions or service, or you don't respect the sentiments of all our company staff, which is the greatest shame for all of us!"

All the other crew members present echoed this sentiment.

Seeing how resolute and serious the captain's words were, Ding Ping knew they were expressing their gratitude in this way, so he didn't say anything more and accepted the gold card.

However, Ding Ping had one condition: he shouldn't publicize himself, and he should leave quietly after disembarking; the company would handle the media and other related matters.

Seeing that Ding Ping accepted their gratitude, cheers erupted in the premium cabin. The captain then called the company headquarters and returned a few minutes later, saying, "The company respects Ding Ping's wishes, but he must accept the company's invitation to visit the headquarters after this matter has calmed down."

Finally, the captain told everyone to leave so Ding Ping could rest, except for one flight attendant who remained.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Ding Ping asked the flight attendant who stayed.

"You saved me, and I want to stay and serve you to express my gratitude," the flight attendant said, her head bowed.

"I didn't specifically save you; I saved everyone on board, so you don't need to thank me. Your captain already expressed his gratitude on behalf of everyone, so you can go and do your own thing," Ding Ping said.

"My staying was specially approved by the captain and approved by the entire crew. Do you dislike me? Is that why you won't let me serve you?" Her tears were about to fall.

"No, how could I dislike such a beautiful woman like you? Having a flight attendant as beautiful as you serve me is every passenger's dream. It's just that you were too frightened just now; you should rest properly instead of tiring yourself out," Ding Ping said.

"Serving you is my greatest honor, and also my best and happiest rest!" Hearing Ding Ping say this, she became happy: "You're the one who needs the best rest. Come, lie down, I'll give you a massage so you can rest well."

Chapter 135 On the plane back to U country (Part Two)

"What's your name?" Ding Ping followed her instructions, lying on the bed in the first-class luxury cabin, and asked her. This flight attendant was about 1.7 meters tall, with a full figure and very beautiful. Among the foreign women Ding Ping had met, she was only slightly less attractive than Blanche. Just now, after Ding Ping dealt with the five robbers outside, when he entered this cabin, he encountered a robber who was being rude to her. The robber had already taken off all her clothes, and his hand was reaching for her lower body. She was covered in tears, humiliatedly submitting to the man's manipulation. Just then, Ding Ping entered and eliminated the robber, which is why she said Ding Ping saved her, and she wanted to express her unique gratitude to him.

"My name is Beryl, I'm twenty years old. My name means emerald, lucky one. God bless me, today I believe I truly am a lucky one," she replied, her hands beginning to massage Ding Ping's body.

"I'm a lucky one today too, all thanks to you. Otherwise, today wouldn't have gone so smoothly, I wouldn't have met you, and I wouldn't have gotten to know you. You're like a goddess, bringing me and all the passengers on board a kind of luck," Ding Ping said.

Beryl, already grateful to Ding Ping and now harboring feelings for him, felt her heart flutter upon hearing his sweet words. She involuntarily leaned against his back, letting him feel the fullness of her breasts pressing against him. She whispered in his ear, "My great hero, you're not only powerful, but how can you be so eloquent?" At the same time, her hands continued to move on Ding Ping's shoulders.

“I’m telling the truth.” Ding Ping turned his head, his lips almost touching Belle’s. “Isn’t it my good fortune to meet such a beautiful girl like you?”

Belle gave Ding Ping a quick kiss on the lips, pulling away after a brief contact. Her face flushed, she said, “You make it sound like I saved you. If it weren’t for you, I would have been violated by that beast. If that happened, I would have lived in the shadows for the rest of my life. You not only saved everyone on the plane, but you also saved someone’s life. How can I ever thank you?”

“You’re already serving me. Doing your job well in the future is the best way to repay me,” Ding Ping said.

“I don’t think that’s enough,” Belle said. As she spoke, she turned Ding Ping over, remaining on top of him, her chest now fully in contact with his.

Faced with a beautiful woman who was interested in him, essentially indicating her willingness to offer herself, and with their bodies already fully in contact, Ding Ping’s body couldn’t help but change; his lower body gradually became erect. Ding Ping couldn't help but hug her tightly, saying, "If you keep tempting me like this, I might not be so polite."

Belle's lips were almost touching Ding Ping's, her breath sweet as orchids, as she softly asked, "How could you be so polite?"

Ding Ping wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, saying, "What do you think?"

Belle lifted her leg, pressing her entire body against Ding Ping's, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Then, she raised her flushed face and said to Ding Ping, "Is this satisfactory?"

Ding Ping's hands moved to her full buttocks, kneading them, saying, "This isn't me bullying you; you've come to me willingly. Don't regret it when I'm not so polite later."

Belle thrust her lower body, rubbing her crotch against Ding Ping's already erect penis, saying, "Your lower body is already rebelling, what are you waiting for?" As she said this, her face turned even redder, and her genitals intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against Ding Ping's penis.

Beryl's cheeks flushed with shyness, and Ding Ping inhaled her captivating, youthful fragrance, feeling as if he were in a dream. Ding Ping took Beryl's hand and murmured, "Beryl, I...I like you too, but we haven't known each other for very long..." Before Ding Ping could finish, Beryl opened her arms and embraced him warmly, pressing her beautiful face tightly against his. After a while, she pressed her rosy, sweet lips to his, sucking them passionately.

Belle slipped her lilac-like tongue into Ding Ping's mouth, gently swirling it around. At the same time, she gestured to Ding Ping, who, understanding her intent, also slipped his tongue into Belle's mouth, swirling it around. They kissed passionately, their passion fading into the distance. This was Ding Ping's first time kissing a woman on an airplane. After what seemed like an eternity, Belle whispered in Ding Ping's ear, "Darling, shall we take our clothes off?" Ding Ping knew what was about to happen—a world he longed for. Filled with a mysterious yearning, Ding Ping embraced the voluptuous Belle, whose height was similar to his own. As Ding Ping and Beryl lay on the narrow bed, Beryl's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue from her already aroused passion. Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze hazy, her brows brimming with tenderness. She writhed her voluptuous body, her curves perfectly accentuated—a truly beautiful woman with full breasts, a slender waist, and shapely hips.

"Ding Ping, my hero, help me take off my clothes. Today I want to offer myself to you." Ding Ping raised his trembling hands, unbuttoning Beryl's flight attendant uniform, unzipping her skirt, and gently removing all her clothes. A nearly naked, beautiful young woman lay before Ding Ping.

Beryl stretched her arms above her head, loosening her hair bun. Her two plump, slender arms stretched upwards, her firm, full breasts trembling slightly beneath her black lace bra as she moved. Her delicate navel was neatly set in her fair, supple abdomen, her thighs full and rounded, her calves long and straight. But what truly captivated Ding Ping was what lay beneath her narrow black lace panties. A few stray pubic hairs, like red apricots peeking over a wall, playfully peeked out, the streamlined contours of her vulva telling Ding Ping of a mysterious world he was about to enter.

Ding Ping's blood boiled, and he felt waves of trembling through his body. He heard Beryl say in a sweet voice, "My hero, do you think Beryl is beautiful?"

"Beautiful! My Beryl is so beautiful! Is there anyone more beautiful than our Beryl?" Ding Ping replied.

"Then what are you standing there for? Hurry up, do you expect me to take the initiative?" Beryl said in a sweet, blushing voice, pulling Ding Ping onto her body with her delicate, slender hand. A fresh, alluring fragrance wafted into Ding Ping's nostrils, leaving him completely intoxicated. In a daze, Beryl got off the bed and removed Ding Ping's outer clothes, leaving him only in his shorts. Wearing only shorts in front of such a beautiful young woman, Ding Ping felt a little embarrassed, and he covered his genitals with his hands.

At this moment, Belle unhooked her black lace bra, and her full, perky breasts leaped out like two white doves. Her small, pale purple nipples, set against her alabaster skin, looked exceptionally beautiful, like ripe grapes. Then, she slowly removed her exquisite black lace panties, revealing the alluring vulva of a mature and beautiful young woman to Ding Ping.

For the young Ding Ping, that mysterious, dreamlike vulva was a new continent he had never explored before. A thick, golden pubic hair, like a forest, formed an inverted triangle between her two plump, white thighs, covering her slightly raised mons pubis. Her dark red, thick, and smooth labia majora had parted, revealing pink, smooth labia minora and a slightly open vaginal opening. Separated by the narrow perineum were small, dark purple chrysanthemum buds. Ding Ping's blood boiled at the sight, and he felt Belle tremble. Then, he heard Belle's sweet voice say, "My hero, what are you looking at? Come here." She reached out her delicate, slender hand and pulled Ding Ping to her side. Looking at this stunningly beautiful woman, at her alluring figure, and at her dreamlike, mature, and beautiful vulva, Ding Ping's penis swelled as if it were about to burst, straining against his shorts. He desperately needed a gentle place to release his burning desire. At this moment, Belle could only be described as "an angel on one side, a devil on the other."

Chapter 136 On the plane back to U country (Part 3)

Belle's face was flushed, displaying a mixture of shyness, allure, lewdness, and dignity. One hand rubbed her genitals, emitting faint, intermittent, yet intoxicating moans. The other hand pulled down Ding Ping's shorts, revealing his penis like a drawn sword to Belle, a stunningly beautiful eighteen-year-old girl.

Seeing Ding Ping's long, thick, and large penis, Belle exclaimed in delight, "Ah! My hero! I never imagined you were so outstanding, and your penis is just as excellent. It's perfect!" She joyfully grasped Ding Ping's penis with her delicate hand. A mature, beautiful woman of the opposite sex was playing with Ding Ping's penis on the plane, and an electric sensation surged from his penis throughout her body. In Ding Ping's life, he would never forget this breathtakingly beautiful moment. Ten thousand meters above space, having just experienced the brink of life and death, outside the plane was freezing cold, the wind howling, while inside, it was warm and inviting, tender and full of springtime.

Ding Ping and the beautiful, charming flight attendant, two years his senior, were engaged in the most beautiful and passionate acts in the luxurious first-class cabin, filled with the warmth of spring. Belle gently held Ding Ping's penis, stroking it with loving caress. Like a schoolboy, Ding Ping greedily gazed at the alluring, seductive, sexy, and voluptuous body of the mature young woman on the somewhat cramped bed.

Ding Ping saw Belle's fair, slender fingers part her labia minora, her middle finger gently massaging her small, cardamom-like clitoris. Colorless fluid continuously flowed from the depths of her alluring vagina, moistening her genitals. A series of beautiful, intoxicating moans escaped from her rosy lips. Her eyes were hazy, her face flushed, her voluptuous, sensual body writhing as she spoke haltingly, "Ding Ping, my hero… hurry… insert your penis into me… I want you, Belle wants to give herself to you…" She spread her legs in a V-shape, pulling Ding Ping onto her soft, boneless body. Ding Ping, overcome with desire, thrust his hard penis into her vagina. As the plane swayed slightly in the high sky, the sensation was dreamlike and indescribable.

Ding Ping's penis touched Beryl's vulva, but he couldn't penetrate her vagina. Ding Ping then realized that Beryl might be a virgin or rarely had sex with a man, so he said, "My beautiful goddess, is this your first time having sex with a man?"

“It’s not my first time, but I rarely have sex with men. I only had sex a few times with my boyfriend when I was in school, but I’ve completely forgotten about it. After I started working, I didn’t have a boyfriend and I haven’t been with any men since, so this is basically my first time,” Belle said, panting. “Come on, let me serve you.”

As she spoke, Belle sat up and made Ding Ping lie on his back on the bed. Ding Ping’s erect, hard, large, thick, and long penis stood proudly like a pillar supporting the sky. Belle lovingly played with Ding Ping’s penis, her expression as if she were looking at a rare treasure. After a while, she leaned down, her back to Ding Ping, her head resting on Ding Ping’s genitals, and lay on top of Ding Ping. Her plump buttocks were facing Ding Ping’s face, and she actually kissed and licked Ding Ping’s penis. She took Ding Ping’s hard penis into her mouth, her red lips stroking Ding Ping’s penis, and her tongue licking the glans.

A surge of heat shot through his body like an electric shock from his glans. The delicate tongue licked Ding Ping's glans, making it tingle and numb, giving him a feeling of euphoria, as if he were ascending to heaven, waves of pleasure emanating from his penis. Beryl's snow-white, plump, and luscious buttocks were right in front of Ding Ping, the unique fragrance of a beautiful young woman emanating from her genitals. An inexplicable impulse compelled Ding Ping to cup her full buttocks in his hands and lift his head to kiss her mature and beautiful vulva.

When Ding Ping kissed her labia, she trembled all over. Ding Ping used the tip of his tongue to separate her labia, his tongue swirling inside her slippery vagina. Then he used his lips to suck on her small, beautiful clitoris, which was already erect like a cardamom bud. Ding Ping's nose pressed against Belle's small, dark purple clitoris, which resembled a chrysanthemum bud. Belle swayed her plump, white buttocks and moaned. A colorless, odorless, and transparent liquid flowed from her vagina, onto Ding Ping's face and into his mouth.

After a while, Beryl stood up, facing Ding Ping, and squatted down on top of him, positioning her vaginal opening directly over his erect penis. With one hand, she parted her labia, and with the other, her thumb and middle finger held Ding Ping's penis, aligning the glans with her mysterious, dreamlike, already moist and open vaginal opening. She slowly lowered her plump buttocks, the glans of Ding Ping's penis enveloped by her plump, lubricated labia, like a gentle kiss from her rosy lips. As she slowly lowered herself, Ding Ping's hard, thick, long, and large penis was gradually swallowed by her vagina. The inner walls of her vagina were slippery, tender, and warmly caressing his penis.

The vagina of a mature young girl was so wonderful; inside Beryl's vagina, Ding Ping's painfully erect penis seemed to have found its home, feeling incredibly comfortable. Gradually, her vagina completely swallowed Ding Ping's penis. Her plump buttocks were firmly seated on Ding Ping's thighs. His hard, erect, long, thick, and large penis was inserted to the root, pressing against her cervix. Her vagina

felt warm and inviting; deep inside, it felt as if a soft, warm mass of flesh was subtly enveloping the glans of Ding Ping's penis. Belle's body undulated, her vagina tightly gripping Ding Ping's penis, her labia majora and minora powerfully squeezing his erect member. The glans of Ding Ping's penis touched that soft, warm mass of flesh deep within her vagina with each thrust, and with each touch, Belle let out a dreamlike, alluring moan. Ding Ping's hands held Belle's plump buttocks, kneading and squeezing her as she undulated against him, twisting her ample hips.

After a while, Belle lay on top of Ding Ping, her pink face pressed against his, and asked him softly with a blush, "Ding Ping, how does it feel?" Before Ding Ping could answer, she asked again in a coquettish voice, "This is my first time doing this, don't be angry if I don't do it well."

"You've done very well, I feel very comfortable," Ding Ping praised. She pressed her face tightly against Ding Ping's face with a slight shyness, twisting her body, her labia minora tightly gripping Ding Ping's penis, and said with a coquettish laugh, "As long as you're comfortable, I'm afraid of making you uncomfortable." Hearing Belle's words and soft laughter, Ding Ping thrust his body upwards with force, his penis thrusting deep into Belle's vagina, and Belle also swayed her plump buttocks, her smooth, wrinkled vagina powerfully stroking Ding Ping's thick, hard penis.

Beryl moaned and cried out with abandon, her voice like the most beautiful music imaginable, utterly intoxicating. Beryl writhed, her hair flying behind her head, her full breasts heaving with each movement. Her face was flushed with desire, her eyes glazed, she panted heavily, and her body was glistening with sweat. She pounded her body up and down dozens of times, then straddled Ding Ping, twisting her plump, white buttocks until his penis was fully inside her, the glans grinding against her clitoris.

Their moans of pleasure mingled, filling the room with a vibrant, passionate atmosphere. A stream of colorless, transparent fluid slowly flowed from deep within her vagina, making their genitals slippery and sticky. As Beryl writhed and twisted her hips on Ding Ping, a soft "sizzling" sound emanated from her.

Belle's vagina tightly enveloped Ding Ping's penis, her labia minora gripping it tightly, stroking it powerfully. Ding Ping felt pleasure spreading throughout his body inside the beautiful young woman's vagina. He trembled all over, his penis feeling as if it were being electrocuted, tingling and itchy, the sensation traveling from his spinal cord to every part of his body.

At this moment, a surge of heat welled up deep inside Beryl's vagina, powerfully stimulating Ding Ping's glans penis. Beryl also increased the speed of her thrusting, her moans rising in volume. "Ah...ah...ah...I feel so good...Ding Ping, your thing is so big, it's making me...ah..."

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Ding Ping also felt a tingling sensation from his tailbone. An unknown force, as if possessed, made Ding Ping involuntarily thrust his lower body upwards, groaning loudly, "Beryl, you're so alluring, I'm going to cum."

Amid their loud moans, a tingling sensation emanated from his central nervous system, stimulating Ding Ping's penis, causing a tingling sensation at the base of his penis. A surge of heat could no longer be controlled, shooting out rapidly and powerfully from the base of his penis, forcefully spraying into Beryl's vagina, impacting the soft, warm flesh deep within her vagina.

Ding Ping's body convulsed incessantly, his penis thrusting powerfully inside Belle's vagina. Belle's body trembled incessantly, her vaginal walls and labia minora contracting forcefully, gripping Ding Ping's penis. Hot fluid gushed and surged within Belle's mysterious, dreamlike, beautiful, and mature vagina. The alluring, seductive, sexy, and enchanting Belle fully received the baptism of love from her savior… After an unknown amount of time, they gradually calmed down from the climax of intercourse, their heightened emotions… As things calmed down, Belle lay on top of Ding Ping, gently kissing his face, eyes, and lips. Her eyes and brows were full of tenderness and affection; it was clearly the affection of an older sister for her younger brother. There was no trace of the wanton, wanton, and seductive beautiful girl from before in her. A blush appeared on her delicate, fair cheeks. On the plane, with her colleagues tacitly understanding each other, making love with her savior was indeed a thrilling yet embarrassing experience.

Ding Ping's penis was still inside Belle's vagina, her labia still gripping it. "Belle," he said, "I really didn't expect such a beautiful girl like you to be single. Maybe I shouldn't be like this with you, but I like you so much, I just couldn't bear the torment of my emotions." Belle

blushed and said softly, "Ding Ping, you don't need to say anything. I really like you, otherwise I wouldn't have done this, and I wouldn't have tried to repay you in other ways. I'm a few years older than you, and I hope you'll remember me. Although many boys have pursued me throughout my life, I've never accepted them, always hoping that my ideal person would appear." Before my eyes, Heaven has eyes! You appeared in my life, which had been mundane for so many years. It wasn't just because you saved me, nor was it your handsome appearance that attracted me; it was mainly the extraordinary qualities you possessed—your courage, your composure, your lack of desire for fame—that deeply captivated me. Although we part today, and I don't know when we'll meet again, these few hours are enough for me.”

As she spoke, tears welled up in Belle's beautiful eyes. Hearing Belle's heartfelt words, Ding Ping was deeply moved. He embraced her full figure, kissed her beautiful face, and kissed away the tears on her cheeks, whispering: “Beryl, I’m so happy! You probably don’t know, but the moment I saw you, I thought to myself, how could there be such a beautiful woman in the world? That only made me hate that bandit even more. I never dreamed I would have such a wonderful, enchanting, and unforgettable flight. I love you, Beryl.”

At this moment, Ding Ping’s penis had completely softened and slipped out of her vagina. Beryl was still lying on top of Ding Ping. Hearing his words, Beryl blushed with embarrassment, let out a soft moan, buried her head in Ding Ping’s chest, and giggled softly. After a long while, she said in a sweet voice, “Ding Ping, you’re not only a hero, you’re also a womanizer.” "You're a veteran, you really know how to please a woman. Ah, with today's experience, who could possibly be better than you in the future?"

Looking at her shy expression, Ding Ping felt a strange impulse. He reached for her plump, white buttocks and kneaded them forcefully, saying, "No, you'll definitely meet someone better than me, because you're a lucky one."

Belle's desire flared as well, and she kissed him passionately, saying, "You're a hero, but also a little rascal. You're so adorable, I really want to be with you like this forever." Belle embraced Ding Ping, her firm, full breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

After a while, Belle said, "Ding Ping, let's go to the bathroom to wash up." She climbed off Ding Ping. Looking at Belle's smooth, white skin and her full, healthy figure, Ding Ping felt incredibly happy. Seeing a beautiful woman is a pleasure, but seeing a naked beauty is an even greater pleasure. With firm, rounded breasts and a slender, supple waist, although she was only eighteen, Beryl was more voluptuous than most mature women. Her buttocks were smooth, glossy, plump, and luscious, like a virgin's. Her long, straight legs and the thick, soft pubic hair between them, along with her smooth, full labia, exuded a powerful sense of beauty.

"Won't others need to use the restroom?" Ding Ping asked.

"The captain instructed us not to let anyone else disturb us. No one will come to this area because you are our hero," Beryl said shyly.

"But there are no shower facilities in the restroom," Ding Ping asked again.

"If there are no shower facilities, can we wipe each other's bodies? I'm so wet here, it's very uncomfortable," Beryl said coquettishly, pointing to her lower body.

“Okay,” Ding Ping agreed. Belle’s vagina was indeed wet. She swayed her hips, her plump buttocks bobbing, and she hugged Ding Ping’s shoulders. Ding Ping put his arm around her waist and they walked into the bathroom together. Sure enough, it was quiet outside, as if no one was there.

They stood in the not-so-wide bathroom. Belle used her delicate hands to wash Ding Ping’s entire body, and Ding Ping’s hands caressed and stroked her voluptuous body. But their hands were mostly playing with each other’s genitals. Belle carefully washed Ding Ping’s penis and scrotum, gently stroking them with her delicate hands. Ding Ping’s soft penis gradually hardened in her hands. At Belle’s prompting, Ding Ping also washed Belle’s genitals clean. Ding Ping inserted his fingers into her vagina, gently stirring them. Belle twisted her body and giggled. Ding Ping used his fingers, coated with shower gel, to thrust in and out of her slippery vagina.

Belle laughed and said, "You're really good at this, but there's still one place you haven't washed for me."

"What place? Haven't I already cleaned your whole body?" Ding Ping asked, somewhat puzzled.

Belle didn't answer. She pulled Ding Ping's fingers out of her vagina, gently tracing them across her pubic area, finally stopping at her anus. Her anus was so small and tight, it felt wonderful to touch. She twisted her body, her mouth close to Ding Ping's ear, blushing and whispering, "It's this place. I've heard them say that you can play with this place too. Wash it for me, and we'll try it today."

Ding Ping had never done this before. Sometimes, when he accidentally placed his hand on Liu Xinhua's or other girls' anuses, they were very sensitive and wouldn't let him continue. Now, hearing what Belle said, Ding Ping was actually a little tempted. He dipped his fingers in shower gel and gently massaged Belle's anus. Under Belle's guidance, his index finger slowly and gently probed into her anus. Belle's anus was very tight, the sphincter muscles tightly gripping Ding Ping's finger. Belle's alluring eyes... As she moaned softly, Ding Ping's fingers were fully inserted into Belle's anus. Belle writhed her plump buttocks as Ding Ping's fingers moved in and out of her anus. The shower gel acted as lubricant, and gradually her anus relaxed, allowing Ding Ping's fingers to move freely in and out. After a while, Ding Ping withdrew his fingers and embraced the full-figured and beautiful Belle, washing her anus thoroughly with clean water.

They stood in the bathroom, tightly embracing each other. Ding Ping kissed Belle, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and swirling it vigorously. She sucked on it with her rosy, sweet lips, while Ding Ping's erect, hard penis rested on her soft, flat abdomen. Belle lifted one leg and wrapped it around Ding Ping's waist, positioning her vaginal opening directly against his erect, hard penis. Ding Ping embraced her plump buttocks and thrust forward, Belle's body also arching forward. With a soft "plop," accompanied by Belle's moan, Ding Ping's penis once again plunged into Belle's dreamlike, beautiful, and mysterious vagina.

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Belle tightly hugged Ding Ping's shoulders, thrusting her lower body forward forcefully. Ding Ping held Belle's slender waist with one hand and her plump buttocks with the other, his penis thrusting forcefully in and out of her vagina. Belle's tight, wrinkled vaginal walls gripped Ding Ping's penis, her labia minora tightly enveloping it. Their tongues collided and intertwined. Ding Ping forcefully embraced Belle's plump buttocks. Belle wrapped her voluptuous arms around Ding Ping's neck and her shapely legs around his waist. Her vagina tightly gripped Ding Ping's penis, and her long black hair fluttered behind her head with each thrust of his penis.

Her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily, saying intermittently, "Oh... Ding Ping, my darling, I love you, thrust into me harder... oh... harder..."

Ding Ping embraced Belle's plump buttocks, and Belle's slender legs were tightly wrapped around Ding Ping's waist. Ding Ping's penis was deeply inserted into Belle's vagina, and Belle's vaginal opening tightly enveloped Ding Ping's penis. Ding Ping held Belle in his arms, his penis still inside her vagina, and walked out of the bathroom to the first-class luxury cabin. He placed her on a chair, reclined it to a semi-reclined position, and stood beside the chair, placing Belle's legs on his shoulders. He pressed his body against hers, his penis deeply inserted into her vagina, swaying his hips. His penis ground inside Belle's vagina, the glans touching the soft, warm flesh at the end of her vagina.

Beryl's eyes were glazed, her face flushed, and she was panting heavily, moaning intermittently: "Oh... Ding Ping... my darling... my sweet little darling, I'm letting your big penis kill me... oh... fuck me harder... oh..."

"Beryl... my beautiful goddess... you're so beautiful... I want to fuck you... oh... fuck you to death... oh..." Ding Ping's buttocks thrust as he moaned, stimulating Beryl.

Beryl stood up, Ding Ping's penis sliding out of her vagina. She lay on the reclined sofa chair on the plane, her plump buttocks raised, revealing her beautiful vulva. Her labia majora were engorged and parted, her labia minora had turned a deep pink, and her clitoris was erect. The dark purple, chrysanthemum-bud-like clitoris was particularly alluring against the backdrop of her white, plump buttocks.

“Ding Ping, come here,” Beryl said in a sweet voice, one hand on the sofa and the other touching her wet vulva, “put your thing in from behind.”

Ding Ping held her snow-white, plump buttocks with his hand, his hard penis touching her vulva, eliciting bursts of giggles from her. She twisted her body, swaying her plump hips, one hand grasping Ding Ping’s penis, rubbing the glans against her erect, small, cardamom-like clitoris, her mouth emitting seductive moans:

“Oh… Ding Ping baby… your penis is so big… oh… put your penis in my vagina from behind… oh… yes, just like that… hard… oh… thrust harder… my dear little baby… you’re fucking me so hard… it feels so good to be fucked by your big penis… oh…”

Beryl guided Ding Ping’s penis to enter her vagina from behind, Ding Ping’s body slamming against her plump buttocks, his penis thrusting in and out of her tight, slippery vagina. Ding Ping embraced her full buttocks, his lower abdomen bumping against Belle's snow-white buttocks. With each thrust of his penis, the glans struck the soft, warm flesh deep within her vagina. Her labia minora, like vibrant flower petals, fluttered with each thrust of Ding Ping's penis.

Ding Ping's arms encircled her supple waist, one hand caressing her already erect, small, bud-like clitoris, his fingers lightly massaging it with the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina. Belle's hand also touched Ding Ping's scrotum, gently kneading it with her fingers. She twisted her body, swaying her plump hips, moaning ecstatically:

"Oh... Sister feels so good being fucked by your penis... Oh... Darling... You're fucking me so beautifully... Oh... Oh... Fuck me harder... Oh... You're so good... Oh... You're so strong..."

After a while, Belle lay on the bed, her two snow-white, plump, and slender legs spread wide and raised high. Ding Ping lay on her boneless body, grinding his hard penis against her vaginal opening, rubbing it with the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina, rubbing it against her labia minora, her clitoris, and her vaginal opening.

“Oh…you little rascal…it feels so good…put your thing inside my vagina…oh…fuck me harder…oh…put your big penis in…oh…”

Belle cried out wantonly, thrusting her hips upwards. One hand held Ding Ping’s hard penis, aiming it at her overflowing vaginal opening. The other hand wrapped around Ding Ping’s back and pressed him down. With a “whoosh,” Ding Ping’s penis slid into her vagina again. Ding Ping’s chest pressed tightly against Belle’s snow-white, firm breasts, squeezing from side to side and back to front, while simultaneously lifting and pressing his hips up and down, increasing the speed of his penis’s thrusting in and out of her vagina. Belle twisted her body, her vagina tightly gripping Ding Ping’s penis.

Ding Ping would sometimes thrust his penis deep into her vagina, twisting his hips, the large glans grinding against the soft, warm flesh deep inside; other times he would pull his penis out, leaving only the glans at the vaginal opening, before forcefully thrusting it back in… They made love in various positions throughout the luxurious cabin of the airplane… Everywhere became their battleground, sometimes rising and falling with the plane's movements—the feeling of making love in space, and the psychological experience, was truly wonderful.

Inside Belle's vagina, Ding Ping's penis thrust in and out for nearly an hour, until Belle was weak and limp, her juices flowing freely, drenched in sweat, panting heavily. Finally, amidst Belle's ecstatic cries, in her climax, Ding Ping forcefully ejaculated into her vagina, powerfully pounding her uterus.

Exhausted, they lay on the cramped sofa in the cabin, embracing each other and gazing happily at one another. Ding Ping held Belle in his arms, kissing her. In his eyes, the voluptuous and beautiful Belle was the embodiment of a goddess. Belle's hand gently grasped Ding Ping's penis, while Ding Ping's hand roamed and teased Belle's genitals.

After a while, Belle got up, turned her back to Ding Ping, and lay on top of him, burying her head between his legs to kiss and caress his penis again. Her snow-white, plump buttocks were raised in front of Ding Ping's face, and Belle's small mouth took Ding Ping's still limp penis, which had just ejaculated, into her mouth, sucking and licking it, while her hands gently kneaded Ding Ping's scrotum. Ding Ping held Belle's plump, white buttocks and kissed and licked her vulva. He parted her labia majora and minora with his tongue, probed into her vagina, stirred it, and sucked on her small clitoris with his lips.

Ding Ping's penis hardened from Belle's licking and caressing. Belle took it entirely into her mouth, and Ding Ping felt the glans of his penis touching Belle's throat. Belle's small, rosy lips enveloped Ding Ping's hard penis. Ding Ping cupped Belle's snow-white, smooth, and plump buttocks, his tongue swirling inside her vagina, his nose resting on her small, beautiful, pale purple anus, like a chrysanthemum bud.

Fluid flowed from Belle's vagina, trickling into Ding Ping's mouth and onto his face. Ding Ping's tongue licked Belle's perineum, then kissed and licked her small, beautiful, pale purple anus, like a chrysanthemum bud. Belle giggled as Ding Ping kissed and licked her, letting his tongue kiss and lick inside and outside her anus. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer, giggling and begging Ding Ping to insert his penis into her anus.

Belle knelt on the bed, her plump buttocks raised high, her legs spread wide, revealing her anus, wet from Ding Ping's kisses and licks. Against the backdrop of her snow-white, smooth, full buttocks, the pale purple anus appeared exceptionally beautiful and alluring. Ding Ping couldn't resist lying down on Belle's plump buttocks again, kissing and licking that delicate anus. After a while, Ding Ping knelt behind Belle, one hand supporting her round, plump buttocks, the other supporting his erect, hard penis. He aimed the glans at Belle's small, beautiful, chrysanthemum-like anus and slowly inserted it.

Ding Ping's saliva clung to her anus, acting as a lubricant, so his glans entered her narrow, tight anus with relatively little effort. The anus was different from the vagina; the sphincter muscles gripped Ding Ping's penis tightly. Belle wriggled her hips, urging Ding Ping to push his penis further in. Ding Ping gently thrust his penis in and out, extending it little by little into Belle's anus. Gradually, the anus became slippery, and Ding Ping's penis was fully inserted, inserted to the root into Belle's anus.

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Ding Ping thrust his penis in and out, Belle wriggled her body, her hair flying, sweat pouring down her face, panting heavily, her sphincter muscles contracting rhythmically, gripping Ding Ping's penis tightly. "Ah...it hurts a little..." Belle said, her face filled with pain.

Ding Ping stopped, leaving his penis inside, letting Belle get used to it for a while. Soon, Belle's anus was completely lubricated, and Ding Ping's penis could move in and out freely. The sphincter muscles of her anus gripped his penis, creating a unique sensation.

"Belle, this is my first time doing this. I never imagined there were so many places on a woman's body to play with," Ding Ping said.

"It's my first time too. I want to give you all my first times. You can play however you want, and I'll play with you however you want. As long as you remember me, whenever you want to play, whenever I'm free, I'll play with you."

"You're so good to me, thank you!" Ding Ping said, moved.

"You not only saved me, but you saved my life. If it weren't for you, today's events would have left a deep and lasting shadow on my heart. You don't know how humiliated I felt before you came in to save us, when that beast was doing this to me, and in front of so many colleagues. I would have committed suicide if I could have," Belle said, panting as she thrust her hips.

Ding Ping remained silent, his penis thrusting in and out of Belle's anus. Belle's fingers gently kneaded Ding Ping's scrotum. Inside Belle's anus, Ding Ping's penis was being stroked by the sphincter muscles of her anus. After thrusting for a long time, he finally ejaculated into Belle's anus.

After washing up in the bathroom, Ding Ping and Belle lay on the bed, embracing each other. Belle held Ding Ping in her arms, his lips kissing her nipples, his hands kneading her plump buttocks. Belle's hands grasped Ding Ping's penis and gently stroked it. This time, Ding Ping's penis thrust in and out of Belle's mouth, vagina, and anus several times, giving Ding Ping the greatest pleasure. Finally, Belle held Ding Ping in her voluptuous arms, his penis inside her vagina, and they drifted off to sleep sweetly.

A series of urgent knocks startled Ding Ping awake. He opened his eyes and saw that Belle was no longer beside him. Ding Ping quickly dressed, went to the cabin door, and opened it. Standing outside was a beautiful woman in a flight attendant uniform. Seeing Ding Ping open the door, she blushed slightly and said, "My name is Babbie. Belle is on duty, so she asked me to keep you company." Ding Ping

politely invited her in and asked her to sit down, saying, "I'm not a child anymore. You don't need to keep me company all the time. You all have work to do, so go about your business."

"Serving you is part of our job, especially since it's for our hero.

We should be even more attentive," Babbie said. "From now on, please don't call me hero anymore. My name is Ding Ping. Just call me by my name," Ding Ping said, somewhat uncomfortable with being constantly addressed as "hero."

“Are you a hero? Who dared to fight those inhuman terrorists back then? Who could cleanly and efficiently eliminate five fully armed terrorists? And find the other two terrorists disguised as passengers?” Barbie said, “If someone like that isn’t a hero, then who is?”

“How much longer until we arrive?” Ding Ping stopped arguing with her about that and instead asked her about the time.

“We’ve been flying for almost seven hours. In three more hours, our plane will land safely.” She said, “I heard that at the airport, many people from the news media, our company’s CEO, and important figures from some government departments are waiting for us, but they’re waiting for a hero on board.”

Ding Ping knew that the captain had conveyed his message to his company’s upper management. As long as he could leave quietly, he didn’t care who came to the airport. He said, “Those things aren’t our concern. Your company will definitely handle them. Now I’m a little hungry. Could you please get me something to eat?”

Barbie happily went out and quickly returned with some food, handed it to Ding Ping, and sat down to watch him eat. Ding Ping ignored her.

After dinner, they chatted idly in the cabin. A little while later, Barbie sat down next to Ding Ping, placed her hand on his knee, and shyly looked up at him, saying, "Ding Ping, from the first moment I saw you, I liked you. I really wanted to be with you, so I'm very happy to have the opportunity to serve you."

"I don't deserve this," Ding Ping said.

"No! Every flight attendant like me on board wants to serve you, but the captain doesn't allow us to do that, so I'm the lucky one," Barbie said. "Am I not pretty? Or do you dislike me?"

"No! You're so beautiful, I like you more than anything, how could I dislike you?" Ding Ping quickly replied.

"If that's the case, why don't you want me?" Barbie asked boldly and directly. "I came here with Sister Belle's permission."

To be honest, Barbie wasn't as pretty as Belle, but she was still beautiful. She was around seventeen years old, radiating youthful energy, and had an innocent appearance. How could Ding Ping not love such a beautiful woman? But he had just made love with Belle, and if he were to immediately sleep with another beautiful woman like Barbie, he feared he wouldn't be able to explain it to Belle. Therefore, seeing that Barbie said she had Belle's consent, he felt relieved. He reached out and embraced Barbie's slender waist, pressing his face against her beautiful, warm cheek. Ding Ping whispered, "Barbie, do you like me?" "...Do you...like me?" Barbie countered. Ding Ping pulled her tightly into his arms: "What do you think?" She nestled against him like a little bird, and Ding Ping kissed her face, which was flushed with shyness like a spring flower. Ding Ping kissed her sweet little mouth, and they kissed each other, their tongues swirling and intertwining in each other's mouths.

Through the thin clothes, Ding Ping could feel the heat of Barbie's body. Slowly, Ding Ping put his hand inside Barbie's shirt, and Barbie half-heartedly let Ding Ping put his hand inside her shirt.

When Ding Ping's hand touched her firm, perky breasts, Barbie trembled and nestled tightly into his arms. Ding Ping held her firm breasts in his hands, gently kneading them. Barbie was truly aroused; her girlish desire had been ignited by Ding Ping's caresses. She closed her beautiful eyes slightly, letting Ding Ping caress her.

"Barbie, I can't do this, I..." Even now, Ding Ping still hesitated.

“I know what you mean. You Chinese are quite traditional about this. You can't be with anyone else until you're married. But when we meet someone we like, we want to be with them, we have no other thoughts,” Barbie said. “I might never see you again. I only need you once. Time is running out. Aren't you going to grant me this wish?”

Ding Ping had no choice but to pick Barbie up and place her on the bed where he had just made love with Belle. He slowly removed Barbie's top. Barbie's face flushed crimson, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at Ding Ping. The girl's fair body was right before Ding Ping's eyes, as pure as jade, as clear as a mountain spring.

Ah, these were the girl's breasts. Though not as full as Belle's, they were just as round and perky, yet firmer and more resilient. Ding Ping lay on top of her, kissing her snow-white neck, her velvety smooth breasts, and her firm, round, perky breasts. Ding Ping suckled at the cherry-like nipple with his mouth, while his other hand kneaded the other breast.

Barbie trembled all over, twisting her body restlessly, her face flushing. She reached out her delicate hand and gently stroked Ding Ping's head. Ding Ping then slowly removed her underpants, revealing a young girl's naked body completely before his eyes. Unlike Belle's maturity, beauty, and voluptuousness, Barbie possessed a unique charm—petite and delicate, yet rounded and alluring.

Compared to Belle's thick pubic hair, Barbie's pubic hair was sparser and lighter, like lush grass gently covering her slightly raised mons pubis. Her labia majora completely concealed the vaginal opening—unlike Belle, whose labia minora were slightly parted, clearly revealing the vaginal opening. The small chrysanthemum buds were tightly packed together, and the red chrysanthemum buds were particularly charming and beautiful against the backdrop of her snow-white buttocks.

Ding Ping was deeply captivated by this exquisite creation of nature. He buried his face between Barbie's thighs, pressed against the girl's chaste vulva, and deeply inhaled the charming and refreshing fragrance of the girl's vulva. Barbie's vulva was warm, and her fluffy, soft pubic hair brushed against Ding Ping's face. Ding Ping couldn't help but kiss her—a girl's vulva. 03-15
Chapter 140 On the plane back to U country (VII)

When Ding Ping's mouth touched her labia, Barbie's body trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Ding Ping kissed her red, smooth, and plump labia majora, licking them with the tip of his tongue, separating them, and kissing the bright red labia minora. Barbie twisted her delicate body, panting, and put one hand in her mouth, gently biting it, suppressing herself from making a sound.

Her bright red labia minora became engorged and slippery with blood due to sexual arousal. Ding Ping used the tip of his tongue to part her labia minora and lick her vaginal opening. Because of the hymen, Barbie's vaginal opening was not like Belle's, where the tip of her tongue could freely enter and exit. A ring blocked the vaginal opening, preventing Ding Ping's tongue from moving forward. At this moment, Barbie's vagina secreted slippery, lustful fluid. Ah, this was the love fluid of a young girl, the nectar deep within a virgin's vagina. Ding Ping's tongue and lips were covered with this thick, sweet nectar of a young girl.

Ding Ping licked the small, beautiful clitoris with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it with his lips. Barbie was already panting heavily from Ding Ping's kisses and licks, letting out alluring moans: "Oh... Ding Ping... I want you... oh... oh... Ding Ping..."

At this moment, Ding Ping's penis was already hard and erect. Ding Ping took off his clothes and lay on top of Barbie, spreading her legs apart. His hard penis touched Barbie's vulva. Barbie instinctively closed her legs, but Ding Ping forcefully spread them apart again. He parted her labia with one hand, revealing the girl's alluring vaginal opening; with the other hand, he guided his hard penis, aiming the glans at the wet, slippery vaginal opening and inserting it. When the glans of Ding Ping's penis touched Barbie's vaginal opening...

Barbie slightly opened her eyes, looking at Ding Ping with tenderness and shyness, then closed them again, whispering, "Ding Ping, I love you, but I... I've never done this before... You... you have to be gentle... slow... okay?" Her face was flushed, radiating shyness.

Ding Ping kissed her passionately, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'll be slow and gentle, so you can experience pleasure and happiness."

The glans of Ding Ping's penis was already coated with the love fluid secreted from her vagina. He slowly inserted it into Barbie's vagina. The virgin's vagina was tight, and Barbie frowned slightly. Ding Ping gently pushed his penis in, the smooth glans touching her hymen. Ding Ping slowly and forcefully thrust his penis deeper into her vagina. Barbie frowned, enduring the pain of her first intercourse. The hymen tightly gripped the glans of Ding Ping's penis. Ding Ping thrust forward forcefully, and with a cry of "Ouch!", Barbie cried out in pain as Ding Ping's penis broke through the hymen and penetrated deep into the girl's vagina.

"Ah! Ding Ping...it hurts...no, stop!" Tears streamed from Barbie's tightly closed eyes.

Ding Ping lay on top of her, his penis inside her vagina, motionless. He embraced her, kissed away her tears, caressed her, and comforted her: "Barbie, don't be afraid, I'll take it slowly, relax, yes, relax, Ding Ping won't hurt you."

Ding Ping slowly and gently thrust his penis in and out of her vagina. The girl's vagina tightly enveloped Ding Ping's thick penis, stroking against the wrinkled inner walls of Barbie's vagina. Barbie gradually calmed down, her delicate body trembling with the thrusting of Ding Ping's penis. From the pain of her first sexual intercourse, she gradually felt pleasure and happiness. Her beautiful eyes opened slightly, her gaze hazy, as if in a dream.

Ding Ping gradually increased the speed of his thrusting, his penis fully inserted into Barbie's vagina, the glans repeatedly touching the soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end. Barbie, her eyes glazed over, panted heavily, drenched in sweat, her face flushed. A virgin's vagina is tight, and Belle's vagina is also tight, but Barbie's vagina is even tighter. Her bright red labia tightly gripped Ding Ping's penis, the wrinkled vaginal walls enveloping and stroking it.

More love juice flowed from deep within Barbie's vagina, their genitals sticking together, and with each powerful thrust of Ding Ping's penis, his scrotum slapped against her perineum. Barbie moaned with pleasure, a warm current surging from deep within her vagina, pounding against the head of Ding Ping's penis. Ding Ping thrust forcefully, a tingling sensation spreading from his glans like lightning throughout his body. His semen, powerfully ejaculated, shot into Barbie's virgin vagina, causing her to convulse, her limbs twitching uncontrollably; she too had reached orgasm.

After a long while, Ding Ping and Barbie gradually calmed down from their passion. Ding Ping's penis softened and slipped out of Barbie's vagina. Barbie asked Ding Ping to bring her a white silk handkerchief to wipe away the traces of blood on Ding Ping's penis—the specks of virgin blood like vibrant red peach blossoms on the white silk. At this moment, Barbie's vaginal opening was a beautiful, vibrant red, like peach blossoms after the rain. Ding Ping embraced her, kissing her. Barbie nestled against Ding Ping like a little bird, tears glistening in her eyes.

No one disturbed them until the plane landed. Finally, as the plane approached the airport, Beryl called them, and the captain, as Ding Ping and he had agreed beforehand, had Ding Ping sneak among the crowd and quickly get into the company president's car. They then accompanied the president to the company headquarters.

The entire airline's top management was present, welcoming Ding Ping, their hero, with the most grand welcome in the company's history. At the welcome party, Ding Ping gave a short but moving speech, concluding that it was his duty and thanking the company for the gold card.

The president then awarded Ding Ping a gold card signifying his perpetual status as the company's top customer, granting him lifetime free travel and the privilege of flying in the highest cabin.

Ding Ping declined the company's offer to stay and took a taxi back to his student apartment at the university. It was already late at night. Without disturbing Mary, Ding Ping quietly took a shower and went to sleep in another room.

The next morning, Ding Ping woke up after nine o'clock. Hearing noises from the kitchen, he put on his pajamas, left the bedroom, and went to the kitchen. There he saw Mary, also in her pajamas, preparing breakfast. Looking at Mary's alluring figure, her slender waist, and her round, full buttocks, Ding Ping's penis slowly hardened. He went over and hugged Mary from behind. Mary turned around, smiled gently at Ding Ping, kissed him, and said, "You're up?" before turning back to continue her work.

"When did you get here?" Ding Ping asked.

"The day before yesterday afternoon. I saw your message after I arrived, so I didn't leave. You must have been very busy these past few days. Have you finished your work?" She didn't ask what Ding Ping had been doing, but rather whether he had finished.

"I've finished. Did you miss me?" Ding Ping asked, kissing her ear.

Mary turned and smiled, without speaking, which was her answer to Ding Ping's question. Ding Ping's hard penis pressed against Mary's soft buttocks through her pajamas. He slipped his hand inside her pajamas—ah, Mary wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas! Ding Ping's hand reached towards her groin, his fingers probing inside her vagina, gently stirring and massaging her clitoris. At first, Mary just chuckled softly, but later, her vagina gradually became wet, and her hand slowly stopped. She braced herself on the control panel, panting softly.

Ding Ping lifted the hem of her nightgown. By this time, Mary's legs were already spread apart. Ding Ping inserted his hard penis into her vagina. With a "whoosh," Ding Ping's penis was fully inserted into Mary's vagina. Mary let out a soft cry, her vagina tightly gripping Ding Ping's penis. Ding Ping held Mary's plump buttocks with both hands and thrust forcefully, his scrotum hitting her mons pubis with each stroke. Mary initially braced herself on the control panel, but later, Ding Ping's thrusting caused her to collapse onto the control panel, panting heavily.

By this time, their pajamas were already on the floor. Ding Ping and Mary were making love naked in the kitchen. Ding Ping's penis was thrusting in and out of her warm, wrinkled vagina; Mary's vagina tightly gripped Ding Ping's thick, hard penis, her labia majora and minora powerfully stroking it.

After a while, Ding Ping picked up Mary and carried her to the dining room, placing her on the table. He laid her on her back, spread her legs, and stood between them, his penis deeply inserted into her vagina, thrusting in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Mary's eyes were glazed, she was panting heavily, her face flushed, and she was covered in fragrant sweat. Her vagina overflowed with passionate fluids, wetting Ding Ping and Mary's genitals and flowing onto the table.

Chapter 141 Mary and Her Mother (Part 1)

At Mary's prompting, Ding Ping sat on a dining chair, and Mary straddled his lap. Ding Ping held her slender waist with one hand and her plump buttocks with the other. His thick, long penis was inserted into Mary's vagina from below. Mary arched her back, bouncing, her warm, folded vagina tightly gripping and stroking Ding Ping's penis.

As Ding Ping thrust his penis upward, he took Mary's beautiful nipples, like ripe grapes, into his mouth, gently sucking and licking them. He kissed and licked her full breasts, while Mary's golden hair flowed behind her head like a pale yellow waterfall.

By this time, breakfast was ready, and Ding Ping showed no signs of ejaculating. Mary got off Ding Ping and brought the breakfast over. Ding Ping pulled Mary to his side and had her sit on his lap. Mary was as gentle as a wife, her plump, soft buttocks sitting on Ding Ping's thighs, feeding him bite by bite, and sometimes even feeding him mouth-to-mouth.

After dinner, Mary said, "My mom said we should move back home. My eldest brother works in another city, my second brother has graduated and also found a job in another city, and my second sister's master's program will start with an internship next semester, so she'll be spending most of her time away from home. Therefore, my mom is all alone at home, and she feels very lonely, so she wants us to move back in."

Thinking of Eileen's voluptuous figure and mature charm, Ding Ping also wanted to live with her long-term. Seeing Mary's suggestion, he readily agreed: "Great! Your home isn't far from our research institute, it's practically the same as here. Besides, we have a car, and you're my driver, so living at your place is convenient and will make Aunt Eileen happy. It's a good thing. But when Aunt Eileen and I are together, you won't be jealous, will you?"

“Although I was a little unhappy when I first found out about your relationship, the thought of my lonely mother having someone to rely on, and the fact that making her happy is our wish as her children, made me agree to it. My sister also talked to me about it,” Mary said. “My sister gave me an example, saying that it’s perfectly normal for a man in his sixties to marry a woman in her twenties, so why can’t my forty-year-old mother and Ding Ping do the same? It’s not like they’re getting married and having children, and there aren’t any other social problems.”

“I saw that Aunt Eileen was very depressed after your father passed away, so I wanted to cheer her up and help her cheer up. That’s why we got together. We’re just good friends, and I don’t think it affects our relationship,” Ding Ping added.

“You don’t need to explain. I understand Mom, because she’s not a promiscuous woman,” Mary said. “I think Mom let us live in our house for that reason too. She loves you very much.”

“I love you and your mother very much too,” Ding Ping said.

“I know you’re sincere, otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to this relationship,” Mary said softly.

An hour later, Ding Ping's daughter, Mary, arrived at her house. As soon as she entered, Mary exclaimed, "Mom, we're back!"

Eileen was tidying up in her bedroom when she heard the noise. She came out and saw Ding Ping and Mary together. Her face flushed, and she said, "Ding Ping, you're here too."

"Auntie, Mary told me that we'll be living here from now on, so you won't be lonely," Ding Ping replied.

Eileen blushed even more, like a little girl, and said, "Thank you, Ding Ping."

Then she went to the kitchen, saying as she went, "It's almost noon. I'll make lunch, and we'll have a good celebration."

Ding Ping gestured to Mary and followed Eileen into the kitchen. Mary, seeing that Ding Ping had gone to comfort her mother, went to her bedroom to tidy up.

As soon as they entered the kitchen, Ding Ping hugged Eileen from behind and whispered in her ear, "Did you miss me?"

Eileen moaned softly, closed her eyes, and leaned her face against Ding Ping's shoulder without saying a word.

Ding Ping gazed at her full, rounded breasts, so exquisitely beautiful and graceful. Compared to a few days ago, she possessed an even more captivating charm of a mature woman. Every gesture and movement exuded the elegant and dignified air unique to mature beauties. Her large almond-shaped eyes sparkled with alluring light. Most striking were her full, jade-like breasts, which appeared exceptionally large under her clothes, further emphasizing Eileen's devilishly alluring figure. Ding Ping felt a surge of excitement, and his hand involuntarily reached out to caress them, gently pressing them.

Perhaps Eileen was too sensitive; her body suddenly swayed, and Ding Ping instinctively grabbed her hand. Her hand was already a little sweaty, and she gripped Ding Ping's hand tightly. She turned around, and Ding Ping began to stroke her hair and her back. Her breathing became more rapid. When Ding Ping touched her skin, she trembled slightly. Ding Ping gently stroked her smooth back, slowly unhooked her bra, and then had her turn around and lean against the wall. Ding Ping reached inside her clothes, kneading her large breasts while kissing her eyes, ears, and neck...

"We're in the kitchen now, I need to cook. We can't do this," Eileen said weakly. "Otherwise, Mary will scold me."

"Who says you can't have sex in the kitchen?" Ding Ping wouldn't let go. "I just made Mary happy. She's the one who asked me to comfort you. She won't have any objections, so don't worry."

Hearing this, Eileen's breathing became even more rapid. "You're really the nemesis of us mother and daughter. We've fallen into your hands like this. We know it violates ethics and morality, but we're trapped in it and can't get out."

“As long as it’s fun and doesn’t bother anyone else, what’s wrong with it?” Ding Ping retorted to Eileen, while simultaneously kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples forcefully.

Eileen reluctantly began to slowly unbutton her clothes, revealing a white bra underneath. She turned around and unhooked the bra, immediately revealing a pair of white breasts to Ding Ping. Eileen’s breasts were still very well-maintained and firm, with red areolas and small nipples. Ding Ping gently took her nipple into his mouth, licking it like a child, and her body reacted noticeably. Then Ding Ping lifted her skirt, revealing her beautiful pubic hair, shaped like an inverted triangle, thick and long.

Ding Ping first stroked her thighs; her muscles were tight and smooth. He then stroked her genitals, rubbing her vulva with his palm, unexpectedly wetting his entire hand. He began rubbing her clitoris, causing her vaginal fluids to flow even more. Ding Ping slowly inserted his middle and index fingers into her vagina. "Ah...oh..." she began to moan. Ding Ping used two fingers to thrust in and out of her vagina, his thumb rubbing her clitoris, and her vaginal fluids gushed out. "Ah

...ah...baby...faster...faster...I can't take it anymore...faster..." Eileen cried out as she reached down and pulled down Ding Ping's pants, impatiently pulling out his penis. Grabbing it with one hand, she said, "Fast...I want you...faster..." and shoved Ding Ping's penis into her vagina.

Ding Ping chuckled and whispered in Eileen's ear, "I didn't expect Auntie to be so sensitive."

"I...it's all because of you...come and fuck me...darling, give it to me, I want you." At this moment, her legs were spread out in an M-shape in front of Ding Ping. His glans was already red and purple in her hands. Ding Ping positioned his glans at the entrance of her vagina, thrusting his hips, and his entire penis went in. Ding Ping felt his penis tightly enveloped by a long-lost warmth.

Ding Ping continued thrusting like this for twenty minutes, while Eileen screamed wildly. Finally, she opened her hazy eyes and moaned, "Ah...you're so strong...I feel so good...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming." She let out a loud cry, squeezing Ding Ping's penis tightly, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her body limply draped over Ding Ping. Eileen had reached orgasm.

Ding Ping came out of the kitchen. Mary was still tidying up in the bedroom. Ding Ping went in and asked, "What are you doing that takes so long?" "

Since you moved in with me, I need to clean the bedroom," Mary said. "You just let Mom in while you were in the kitchen?"

"Your mother is actually quite pitiful. She used to focus on her family and teaching, and she had few lovers. So, after your father passed away, it was a huge blow to her," Ding Ping said to Mary. "Therefore, if we don't help her get better now, she probably won't be happy for the rest of her life, and that wouldn't be good for you either, would it?"

"I know," Mary said, hugging Ding Ping. "That's why my sister and I accepted the fact that the three of us, mother and daughters, are going crazy with you. To outsiders, this is incest, something that society doesn't allow." "

Actually, many families have this kind of thing—mother-in-law and son-in-law, father-in-law and daughter-in-law. As long as they're not direct relatives and it's not for procreation, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Life isn't about suffering, it's about happiness."

"Anyway, I can't argue with you. Now that it's come to this, the three of us, mother and daughters, are sleeping with you at the same time, so what can you do with it?" Mary said.

Chapter 142 Mary and Her Mother (Part Two)

"Do you still want to do it?" Ding Ping's hand reached inside her clothes, playing with Mary's breasts.

"My lower body is still a little sore. You're such a troublemaker. How can I stand you if you keep doing this?" Like her mother Eileen, Mary's body was extremely sensitive under Ding Ping's stimulation. Just now, she heard Ding Ping and her mother making love in the kitchen. Her heart was already burning with desire. Coupled with Ding Ping's words and hands teasing her, her body suddenly went limp in Ding Ping's arms.

Upon hearing Mary's words, Ding Ping immediately used both hands to strip Mary naked and led her to the kitchen. Eileen, who was busy cooking, hadn't had time to put on her clothes yet. Seeing Ding Ping bring in her naked daughter, she thought, "We won't be able to make lunch now."

Ding Ping and the still somewhat shy Mary came to Eileen's side. Ding Ping's hands roamed freely over Mary's body, occasionally reaching out to touch Eileen, causing her body, which had just reached orgasm, to go limp. She cried out, "Ding Ping, stop! Otherwise, we won't be able to eat lunch!"

Ding Ping ignored Eileen's cries. He made Mary support herself on the edge of the stove, her buttocks sticking up. Mary's plump labia were still red and raised high, the two fleshy mounds pressed tightly together, forming an incredibly alluring slit.

Not only Ding Ping, but even Eileen felt a surge of desire upon seeing her daughter's beautiful body. Eileen thought that seeing such a beautiful figure, such a delicate face, such smooth skin, such a beautiful naked girl, such alluring breasts, it was no wonder Ding Ping's little brother was erect again, especially since Ding Ping was a vigorous sixteen-year-old boy.

Eileen knew that all of Ding Ping's reactions were caused by every part of her daughter's body. Knowing that nothing she said would change anything, Eileen, in front of Ding Ping and her daughter, removed the only thing covering her body. This time, Ding Ping and Mary both saw Eileen slowly undress. Who says that only penetration can satisfy desire? Watching a woman undress, especially watching her mother undress with her daughter, is even more enjoyable.

Seeing such a beautiful scene, seeing such a beautiful mother and daughter completely naked before him, allowing him to do as he pleased, Ding Ping felt their desire surge. Their hard, red nipples twitched slightly upwards, and their legs were already wet. This sight instantly made Ding Ping's penis even harder.

He couldn't wait any longer; he wanted to quickly enter that warm, enclosed space to balance the little one's body temperature. Seeing Ding Ping's expression, Eileen smiled and softly said to him, "Ding Ping, since we're not cooking now, let's go to the living room and let my daughter and I serve you properly."

With that, Eileen took Ding Ping's hand in one hand and Mary's in the other, leading them to the living room. She had Ding Ping sit on the sofa, then stood up, spreading her long, slender, white legs and straddling Ding Ping's lap. Then, one hand grasped Ding Ping's lower body and rubbed his glans a few times with her tender labia before slowly sliding the thick member into his warm and slippery wet hole, moving it up and down.

All of this made Mary, watching from the side, parched. She had been burning with desire, but now it had ignited a raging inferno. Something seemed to be crawling inside her, itchy and tingling. Mary's small, tender fingers unconsciously slipped into her smooth, tender hole and began to rub. At this moment, she felt no pain in her labia, which had been so tender to the touch before. However, she felt as if many tiny ants were crawling inside her honeypot, a sensation she had never experienced before. She couldn't help but moan, "Ah...ah!..."

This hum was clearly heard by Ding Ping and Eileen, who were busy making love. They both turned to look at Mary, and saw a beautiful, sensual scene. Eileen was also amazed. Seeing her daughter like this, Eileen thought that if a man entered her now, it would bring her a hundred times more pleasure. Eileen loved her daughter very much, and besides, Ding Ping was the one who knew her first, and only then did she have the opportunity to be with him. She should let Mary go first.

So, Eileen gently stroked her a few more times, her small, white hand lightly caressing Ding Ping's face, and softly said to him, "Ding Ping, look, our Mary can't wait any longer."

Ding Ping, seeing Mary's state, quickly replied, "Yes, my Mary can't resist seeing her mother like this. Aunt Eileen, what do you suggest?"

"What can we do? You'll have to go treat her first; Mary might feel a little better." Eileen finished speaking and quickly moved up and down a few more times before sitting down heavily, pressing their genitals together tightly. She felt Ding Ping's long penis had penetrated her uterus. Then she rubbed back and forth and side to side a dozen times, lightly brushing her two plump breasts against Ding Ping's chest before stopping. She was also at a crucial moment, in a state of excitement, not wanting the man beneath her to leave, but unable to compete with her daughter. She could only reluctantly thrust a few more times before releasing Ding Ping.

"What will you do after I leave?" Seeing the woman on top of him no longer moving, Ding Ping thrust his hips upwards.

"I just came, just in time for you and Mary to do it, so I can rest for a while." Eileen gently pinched Ding Ping's tender left cheek with her slender right thumb and forefinger. After saying that, she got up and left her large, shiny red penis there. Seeing her mother leave, Mary unceremoniously and gracefully moved in front of Ding Ping.

Ding Ping slowly got up, gently stroked Mary's tender face for a while, then grabbed her and pressed her onto the sofa. He propped himself up, straightened his penis with his left hand, and aimed it at Mary's still-red vulva. He rubbed his purplish-red glans against the equally red flesh for a moment, then discovered that Mary's paradise was already overflowing with lustful fluids. He lowered his buttocks, and his magnificent member slid smoothly inside.

"Mmm..." Mary only hummed softly a few times, her brows furrowing slightly. Although she felt a slight pain in her lower body, it wasn't too severe. Eileen watched as the thick object slowly penetrated her daughter's honeyed orifice. Soon, it was fully inserted, Ding Ping's pubic bone pressed tightly against her daughter's red lips. Her daughter's plump lips were visibly squeezed to the sides, reaching her thighs, forming two new, thin slits. At this moment, Eileen

saw the alluring expression on her daughter's face and watched Ding Ping thrust. Each time his penis was pulled out, her daughter's red inner flesh was pulled out along with it, then immediately slid back in. After this repeated several times, white love juice seeped from her daughter's honeyed mouth.

Watching her daughter Mary being possessed by Ding Ping, Eileen felt a strange excitement welling up within her. This excitement was no less than the excitement she felt when Ding Ping had made love to her earlier, but they were two completely different feelings. One was physical pleasure and satisfaction, while this was primarily psychological pleasure. She couldn't believe she was this kind of person. Before, she thought it was unbearable for her mother and daughter to share a man; she would completely collapse. But now, how could she feel such intense excitement?

Eileen now wondered if she had changed. After trying with over ten men, she had become somewhat weary and eventually didn't even want to seek out lovers anymore. Now, she was no longer the docile, respectable woman she once was. Eileen pressed her red lips together and chuckled inwardly, as if mocking herself. After a while, she gently shook her head.

"It's because Ding Ping is so charming," she could only explain. Otherwise, how could such a model woman feel such intense excitement in front of her daughter? How could she feel such involuntary pleasure watching her daughter receive Ding Ping's penis, as if it were her own penis being penetrated?

"Aunt Eileen, what are you thinking about? Look, you're drooling down there, it's dripping!" Hearing Ding Ping talking about her, Eileen finally snapped out of her reverie. At this moment, she saw Ding Ping's hands kneading Mary's two full breasts. The breasts would move left and right, then simultaneously towards the center, and then be pressed down by his hands.

Chapter 143 The Decision to Leave U Country .

Mary continued to make "hmm...hmm..." sounds, just as before. Her delicate face was flushed, her large eyes opening and closing intermittently. Her lower body was even more radiant; her tender lips were already covered in vaginal fluid, some of which clung to Ding Ping's genitals, and some to her own pubic hair, truly a wonderful decoration, like glistening dewdrops on morning grass. After

half an hour of thrusting in and out of Mary's tender cave, Mary reached an orgasm. But Ding Ping was still reluctant to pull his treasure out of that tender hole. He wanted to savor the warm feeling, the tight grip, the slippery texture, the sensation of being suckled.

Seeing that Mary had reached her climax, Eileen quickly pulled Ding Ping to her side, letting his penis enter her already overflowing vagina. She thrust her hips rapidly, welcoming Ding Ping's thrusts.

Eileen's thick pubic hair glistened, and she naturally bent her knees and spread her thighs, revealing a wet mound in the center. Eileen closed her eyes slightly, two blushes slowly rising and spreading across her face, her entire face turning crimson. Ding Ping leaned down, aimed his penis at that spot, gently parted the labia, and then thrust in forcefully. Eileen immediately let out a soft "Oh!" as a wave of blissful pleasure overwhelmed her. Eileen's body trembled slightly under the ravages of Ding Ping's thick penis, while soft, joyful moans escaped her nose. Ding Ping's penis swelled even larger inside Eileen. On Eileen's body, Ding Ping moved with the agility of a monkey and the swiftness of a leopard, leaping and shifting with effortless grace. Ding Ping's eyes remained fixed on Eileen's face, her expressions constantly shifting. In moments of pleasure, her eyes were slightly open, her mouth wide open, and her tongue moved with delight. Ding Ping immediately quickened the pace of his movements, his member churning and churning, while Eileen's waist swayed urgently, her face contorting rapidly, her features contorted in pain.

Ding Ping's pace slowed, and her moans weakened considerably, but a hint of resentment returned to her face. Her lips seemed to move. Ding Ping gave her a sly smile, then resumed his previous rapid rhythm, gradually increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, his movements fierce and brutal. This continued until she let out a loud cry, her body going limp. Her moans finally turned into a long, drawn-out "Ah...ya..." Then, as if she had endured a violent storm, she fell silent, as still as if dead.

It was a long time before Eileen awoke from her unconsciousness. To be honest, the two times she had made love with Ding Ping were indeed the best, most exciting, and most intense orgasms she had experienced in her forty-odd years. They brought her unprecedented pleasure, making her realize that being a woman could bring such immense happiness. She was truly grateful to the sixteen-year-old Chinese boy before her for giving her such immense satisfaction. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that this sixteen-year-old boy possessed such a large, hard, and long treasure.

Just as Ding Ping was enjoying a pleasant lunch with Eileen and her daughter Mary, his phone rang. It was the research institute calling, asking him to come there immediately.

After finishing his meal, Ding Ping and Mary rushed to the institute. The office staff led them to the reception room. Upon entering, Ding Ping saw four or five people he didn't recognize, in addition to the director.

Upon seeing Ding Ping enter, the dean addressed the group, "This is Ding Ping."

One of the men, who appeared to be the leader, stood up, shook hands with Ding Ping, and scrutinized him, saying, "Truly, a hero emerges from among the young. I never imagined an anti-terrorism hero could be so young."

Ding Ping smiled slightly and replied, "You flatter me. It's nothing, just a small matter."

The man gestured for Ding Ping to sit down and said, "You don't need to be so modest. We've already investigated the identities of these seven people. They are key members of a notorious international terrorist organization. Their purpose in hijacking this plane was to rescue a leader we captured last month. Their operation was meticulously planned; the weapons were transported onto the plane from a transit airport, and the personnel boarded from China, thus avoiding suspicion. Another important reason is that there is an important Chinese official on board. If the plane is accused of hijacking, we will definitely back down."

"I see," Ding Ping replied, feeling that the matter was already settled and there was nothing more to say.

Seeing Ding Ping's nonchalant attitude, the man was practically going crazy. Such a big deal, such a great achievement, how could he be so indifferent?

"Today, we are here on behalf of our CIA director to express our gratitude and to present you with a one million yuan bonus."

"No need, I only did what I should do. What thanks do I need? Take the bonus back too," Ding Ping refused. He didn't want to have any financial ties with the U.S., and besides, this was just the beginning; there would definitely be other things to come.

The man hadn't expected Ding Ping to be so indifferent to fame and fortune, refusing all the rewards outright. For a moment, no one spoke.

"Ding Ping is focused on research now and never cares about these things," the dean immediately stepped in to smooth things over. "However, Ding Ping, you must accept the CIA's offer this time, otherwise they'll feel uneasy."

Seeing their reaction, Ding Ping thought to himself: Okay, better so they don't have any reservations.

"Since that's the case, I appreciate your kindness, but on one condition: don't publicize or reveal anything about me. I just want to live a peaceful life."

The men hadn't expected Ding Ping to have this thought. Seeing how reluctant he was to accept the reward, what else was there to say? So, after sitting for a while, they left.

To Ding Ping's surprise, the terrorists didn't bother him, but the local government did. He knew that although he had refused some requests, others would still come knocking. As

Ding Ping and Mary walked back, he thought to himself: It seems I have to leave U Country. Otherwise, having to guard against both terrorists and the government isn't a big deal for me. But if I cause harm to Mary's family, Shirley, Lucy, Karen, and others close to me, that would be a lifelong regret.

Furthermore, Ding Ping had already understood the basic situation of the U Country Computer Research Institute. Its technological capabilities were far behind his theories; now it was U Country's turn to learn from Ding Ping's advanced theories. If Ding Ping's theory were to take another step forward, it would involve imparting China's advanced computer technology to the U.S. Ding Ping couldn't stop there, otherwise it would arouse their suspicion.

"How and when should I leave?" Ding Ping wondered. This question needed to be handled carefully, otherwise it would cause a diplomatic incident between the two countries, and the political resources he gained from rescuing Blanche would be lost—that would be a great pity.

"Leave the U.S. under the pretext of being a terrorist," Ding Ping decided. If terrorists attacked him, he could simply use the safety pretext to return to China and never come back to the U.S., thus resolving the problem.

After deciding what to do, Ding Ping felt relieved. Back at Mary's house, he brought up the topic of sending Eileen to China: "Aunt Eileen, I mentioned sending you to China last time. Have you made a decision yet?"

"It doesn't matter where I am now, as long as I can be with you," Eileen said. "You said you wanted me to teach in China, wouldn't that be difficult?"

Ding Ping said, "As long as it makes you happy, Aunt, no matter how difficult it is, it's what I should do. If you decide to go to China, I'll take care of things there and guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Chapter 144 Ding Ping Returns Home

"Since you say so, then I'll listen to you. It's all up to you," Eileen said decisively.

"You've decided to go back to China? What about me?" Mary, seeing that Ding Ping had arranged for her mother to go to China, and considering that Ding Ping had refused the CIA's reward at the academy, leaving those people with regretful faces, sensed something unusual and asked Ding Ping.

“I haven’t made a final decision yet. If I don’t leave, it might hurt you, your family, and your friend Shirley,” Ding Ping said. “You’re young, you have a long life ahead of you, and many things will change. It’s not too late for you to make a decision when you’re an adult.”

“As long as you don’t forget me, there’s no problem. If it really comes to it, I’ll come to China to find you.” Mary knew that her current task was to study; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to do anything in China.

“Why did you suddenly decide to go back to China? Aren’t you doing well here?” Eileen realized this only after Mary reminded her.

So Ding Ping recounted his trip on the plane, concluding, "My original intention was that if I could keep it a secret and not let the outside world know about me, I could quietly study and live here. But now it seems impossible. The CIA already knows everything about me, and soon it will be leaked to that terrorist organization. At that time, the terrorist organization will definitely come after me, and when the terrorists come after me, that will be the time for me to leave. I'm fine on my own, but your family, Shirley, and others will be in danger of being threatened by terrorists."

After hearing Ding Ping's words, Eileen and Mary knew that what he said was true. Those terrorists were ubiquitous and ruthless; being entangled with them would at least bring unrest, and at worst, endanger their lives.

"When are you planning to go back?" Eileen asked.

"It's alright now. At the very least, I need to get your matter sorted out, and then I'll go back in a grand manner, so that those terrorists won't bother Mary, Shirley, and the others."

"Thank you!" Mary said.

“It’s what I should do. No matter what, I can’t let my loved ones get hurt,” Ding Ping said. “From now on, I can’t stay at your house anymore, and Mary can’t go to my student apartment either, because danger could arise there at any time.”

“Then aren’t you in danger too?” Eileen and Mary both exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, they can’t do anything to me,” Ding Ping said. “Taking down seven ruthless terrorists on a plane without making a sound isn’t just luck; that’s why your CIA wants to recruit me.”

“Is that why you decided to leave?” Mary said.

“That’s one of the reasons.” Ding Ping didn’t tell the truth. Actually, this was the main reason Ding Ping decided to leave the U country. Ding Ping had been too outspoken this time; they might find out about Blanche soon, which would arouse the CIA’s suspicion. It was better to create some trouble and go back sooner.

“If you don’t stay here, and Mary can’t come to you, how can we contact you?” Eileen asked.

“Mary is still studying at the research institute, and we're together. Mary can tell me what's going on. Also, Aunt Eileen is going to start applying for her passport tomorrow, and then go to the Chinese embassy for her visa. Mary will let me know when it's done, and then I'll arrange for Aunt Eileen to go to China.”

Eileen's passport was quickly processed, and with Ding Ping's help, the Chinese embassy also quickly issued her visa and arranged for her to come to China. Just in time for the start of the Chinese school year, Eileen was assigned to teach English at the Foreign Languages College of Northern University.

Half a month later, on September 15th, Eileen contacted Ding Ping to say she was very satisfied with the job, her life was well arranged, and she expressed her gratitude to Ding Ping.

During this time, Ding Ping solved another problem for the U.S. Computer Research Institute. To Ding Ping's surprise, the terrorists hadn't come knocking, and the CIA hadn't made a move.

Everything was proceeding as if Ding Ping had never done anything before.

Ding Ping knew this was just a facade; something was secretly working against him, but it hadn't reached the point of confrontation yet. Both the CIA and terrorist organizations were involved. On September 26th, Ding Ping made a decision: he would orchestrate an operation to thwart their plots. On

September 27th, a massive explosion occurred in Ding Ping's student apartment building, completely collapsing it. Ding Ping was resting at home that day. Fortunately, he was out buying food when the explosion happened, and even more fortunately, all the students were in class at the time, so there were no casualties.

Afterwards, police discovered a highly sophisticated timed device while examining the scene. The final conclusion was that the perpetrators, knowing Ding Ping was home, planted a time bomb in his apartment, intending to kill him. Ding Ping escaped death by going out to buy groceries just a minute before the bomb was to detonate.

This was incredibly fortunate. The incident alerted the CIA in the United States, who questioned Ding Ping in detail about what happened. Their conclusion was consistent with Ding Ping's: the terrorist organization that hijacked the plane previously knew about the situation on board and wanted to retaliate against him.

Faced with this situation, the CIA had few options but to place Ding Ping in a secret location with increased security, instructing him not to go out unless necessary. Ding Ping agreed to all of this.

However, a few days later, the terrorists' reach extended to the research institute, as a series of strange events occurred there, clearly targeting Ding Ping. Only Ding Ping's elusive movements prevented the terrorist organization from being punished.

At this point, Ding Ping approached the CIA, asking them to come up with a solution. He argued that if things continued this way, the terrorists would eventually succeed, and Ding Ping's safety would be jeopardized.

The CIA conducted a thorough investigation but found nothing. The terrorists' methods were too sophisticated, executed flawlessly. A week later, the situation remained the same as after the explosion—no results.

When the CIA informed Ding Ping of the situation, he confidently told their staff that there were definitely terrorist infiltrators among them, which was why they knew so much about him. He added that if it weren't for his quick wit and resourcefulness, he would have been eliminated long ago.

Finally, Ding Ping said, "These circumstances show that I need to find my own way to protect myself, and none of you can interfere, otherwise I'll still be in danger."

The CIA staff member said helplessly, "That's the only way then, but if the problem is due to your own actions, we can't be held responsible."

"That's for sure," Ding Ping said. "As long as no one interferes, I guarantee that no one will know my situation, including terrorist activities."

In this way, Ding Ping resolved all the peripheral issues. The remaining task was to leave the U country unnoticed. As long as the CIA didn't interfere, Ding Ping believed he could definitely leave the country safely.

Ding Ping put on a mask, first went to a used car market and bought a car that was almost scrapped. That night, he drove to another city nearly a thousand kilometers away, sold the car as scrap at a junkyard, took a taxi to the airport, bought a plane ticket, and boarded immediately. A few hours later, Ding Ping arrived in France. He didn't leave the airport, but bought a plane ticket to a northern city in China, and finally arrived safely.

Upon landing, Ding Ping went straight to the Ministry of State Security without going anywhere else. He reported everything to the person in charge who had sent him. The Ministry praised him for his work and arranged for Ding Ping to work and live in another location.

Ding Ping never expected that he would once again embark on a different path in life. Based on Ding Ping's situation, the Ministry of State Security believed that he was more suitable for special operations and security work, where he could make a greater contribution to the country. He was assigned to join the special forces, where he underwent various professional training programs.

In the special forces, Ding Ping was able to avoid all conspiracies against him. In addition, the Ministry of State Security planned to arrange an accident that would cause Ding Ping's death, temporarily making him disappear from the world. During this period, he was forbidden from contacting his family or any acquaintances. After a few years, Ding Ping would disappear from people's sight. Everything about Ding Ping would have changed; no one would recognize him or remember him.

Chapter 145 Back to Camp

China, Northern City, on the ring road, a Mitsubishi Jeep sped along at a speed of at least 200 miles per hour. Not far behind the Jeep, two highway patrol cars were closing in, seemingly trying to persuade the reckless racer to stop and make some friendly conversation.

Two minutes later, the patrol cars were driving parallel to the Jeep. The Jeep driver was a young man, quite handsome, a little thin, but with a strong and healthy physique. He didn't even glance at the approaching patrol cars, looking completely relaxed. After hearing the call, he pulled over to the emergency lane. The young man

got out, reached into his pocket, and handed the document to the patrol officer. The officer glanced at the cover and saw the words: "Chinese People's Liberation Army Officer's Certificate." The officer opened the cover; the certificate contained a handsome, sunny two-inch photograph, followed by the name, gender, and, at the end, the unit section: "Special Forces Brigade of the Northern Military Region of the Chinese People's Liberation Army."

The Northern Military Region Special Forces Brigade is one of China's earliest established special forces units, enjoying high prestige not only within the military but also within national security and public security departments. Its primary mission is to protect dignitaries and counter terrorist organizations. Therefore, each member is an elite among elites, one in a million, the best of the best in the entire army. Because they frequently receive special missions, such as protecting celebrities and dignitaries, eliminating terrorist organizations and major criminal groups, although they belong to the Northern Military Region, they are more directly under the Central Military Commission. Since its establishment, the special forces soldiers have excellently completed various tasks assigned by their superiors.

This young man is none other than Ding Ping. After returning from the U.S., the Ministry of State Security specially arranged for him to receive special training at the Northern Military Region Special Forces, China's most famous special forces unit. Due to his strong foundation in martial arts, and after rigorous and scientific training, he is now vastly different from two years ago, with even greater skill and more professional techniques. He is also a core member of China's information warfare forces.

After Ding Ping was specially assigned to the army by the Ministry of State Security at the age of 16, the instructors of the Northern Military Region's Special Forces Brigade were initially not optimistic about him. This was because the requirements of the Ministry of State Security and the Special Forces differed; someone outstanding in the Ministry of State Security might not necessarily be suitable for the Special Forces. However, after the tests, all the instructors were stunned. Ding Ping's scores were the best they had ever achieved in recruiting special forces soldiers, surpassing even the best soldiers who had undergone years of intensive training in the regular army.

The tests revealed that his reaction speed was exceptionally fast, several times faster than the average person, his brain cells were highly active, his memory was strong, and his learning ability was outstanding—a rare talent. Without hesitation, the instructors of the Northern Military Region's Special Forces Brigade recruited him and began training him as an elite soldier. In the six-month performance evaluation, Ding Ping astonished everyone with perfect scores in all assessments, mastering skills that others would take five years to learn—and this was achieved effortlessly by concealing half of his true abilities.

After discussion, the leaders of the military region and the Ministry of State Security unanimously decided to train Ding Ping into an all-rounder in various skills. For the next year and a half, Ding Ping underwent rigorous training beyond the capacity of ordinary people, transforming him into a steel-willed superman, hailed as a "military prodigy." He possessed the strongest physique in the entire army; while his muscles weren't particularly developed, each muscle was perfectly proportioned, coupled with his profound internal strength, enabling him to unleash astonishing explosive power in an instant, delivering a fatal blow to his opponent.

Ding Ping's face, physique, and overall image complemented each other perfectly, creating a unique charisma that made him the object of countless women's dreams.

Ding Ping was also selected as the first choice to be assigned to the informationized warfare unit and was exceptionally promoted to colonel, serving as deputy commander of the special forces brigade, concurrently commanding the informationized warfare unit of the special forces brigade, and advisor to the Chinese informationized warfare unit. This treatment was unprecedented in the history of the Northern Military Region's special forces brigade and the Chinese military, reflecting the high regard the Central Military Commission held for Ding Ping.

After taking office, Captain Ding Ping achieved remarkable results in the field of information technology. He further improved his computer system theory, improved the shortcomings of computer chip combination in "short circuit state" and created a super microcomputer, making it miniaturized and practical. It successfully entered the top secret systems of some countries in the world, and could also be embedded in most communication satellites and then enter the systems of the other party using GPRS facilities. Of course, this was top secret.

Ding Ping was on his way to the base to receive a new urgent mission, which was why he was driving so fast. After showing his documents to the highway patrol officers and explaining his situation, the two officers saluted him, and Ding Ping continued on his way.

Ten minutes later, the car turned off the highway onto a special lane, entering a military restricted area deep in the mountains. After the car reached a wide, flat area, Ding Ping turned off the engine. At that moment, he heard a buzzing sound in the distance. Ding Ping muttered to himself, "Using a helicopter to pick me up means an important person is arriving, and the mission must be extremely difficult!"

The sound from the sky grew louder and louder. In the blink of an eye, a helicopter could be clearly seen. It quickly flew closer and landed. It was a Z-9 attack helicopter. The strong wind whipped Ding Ping's face, leaving it covered in dust. Ding Ping wiped his handsome face, perhaps wanting to maintain a presentable image in front of his subordinates, and then walked forward.

The first person to step off the helicopter was a strikingly beautiful female special forces soldier. Dressed in a green uniform, she possessed both allure and martial prowess. Standing at approximately 1.65 meters tall, her slender figure was subtly concealed beneath the uniform, especially her breasts, which appeared prominently displayed. This sight stirred an irresistible urge in Ding Ping, who had been focused on training and research for the past two years. He was suddenly reminded of his aunt, Aunt Xuemei, Professor Xinhua, Eileen, and Shiyu, among other beautiful women he hadn't seen in nearly two years. His mind wandered, momentarily lost in thought.

The beautiful special forces soldier stepped forward, snapped to attention, and gave a crisp salute. Her clear voice rang out: "Reporting, Battalion Commander, Major Ouyang Xiaxue, Squad Leader of the Special Forces Information Brigade, has been ordered to escort you, Commander." Before Ding Ping could return the salute, she saw his dazed expression and chuckled, saying, "Battalion Commander, what's on your mind? Lost in thought?"

Ding Ping returned the salute, revealing a weathered face that belied his age, and said, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things from the past."

Seeing the expression on Ding Ping's face, Ouyang Xiaxue was visibly startled. The sorrowful look on Ding Ping's face made her heart ache. His melancholy eyes and the way his figure appeared so lonely in the wind whistling through the helicopter rotor blades were also striking. Those dreamlike eyes were enough to evoke a maternal instinct in a woman like Ouyang Xiaxue, stirring a strange tremor in her heart.

Ouyang Xiaxue made a surprising move. She went straight up and grabbed Ding Ping's shoulder. With Ding Ping's absolute advantage of 1.82 meters, Ouyang Xiaxue was practically hanging on his chest. She whispered in Ding Ping's ear, "Captain, you look too sad. Cheer up."

Ding Ping's Computer Information Brigade had thirty-six members. It was the only unit in the Northern Special Forces with women, and no men except Ding Ping. They were between twenty-two and twenty-five years old, and all were top students in computer science from universities across the country—some with doctorates, some with master's degrees.

On Ding Ping's first day reporting for duty, they, like the male soldiers of the same age in the Special Forces, looked down on him, assuming he had joined the army after graduating high school and distinguished himself in the military to be appointed as the captain of the Information Brigade. But these women were different from the men. Although they looked down on Ding Ping, they were all attracted by his unusual appearance and demeanor, and curious about how he could hold such a position at such a young age.

In their later work, as they got to know Ding Ping better, they learned that he was not only a PhD but also a postdoctoral fellow, and that his professional skills, thinking methods, and achievements were unmatched by the women in the Information Brigade. Everyone in the brigade admired Ding Ping. However, in his personal life, Ding Ping didn't prioritize his leadership position; instead, he mingled with them, becoming like brothers and sisters. Ding Ping earned their respect through his knowledge and abilities, establishing his supreme leadership position in the Information Brigade.

The female soldiers in the Information Brigade were all captivated by Ding Ping, secretly harboring feelings for him. Many hinted at their admiration, and some even directly confessed that their relationship with Ding Ping wasn't about marriage, but about becoming his mistress.

But Ding Ping pretended not to know any of this, because he couldn't let go of his aunt Xiaoling, Yu Yan, Xue Mei, Xinhua, Shi Yu, and the women who had come to China, such as Eileen and Blanche, whom he hadn't seen for two years. And they, like everyone else, probably thought they had disappeared from the world. Thinking of how heartbroken they were for him, Ding Ping felt a strange pang of heartache.

His unique experiences, coupled with his distinctive personality, gave him an extraordinary air that further attracted the young women of the information brigade.

Seeing Ouyang Xiaxue's actions, everyone thought it was normal. Ding Ping gently pushed her away, saying, "I'm fine, you're overthinking it. Let's go." Ouyang

Xiaxue blushed, gave him a sidelong glance, and softly said, "You're troubled, and very sad. You're often like this; we can all tell from your face. Why hide it from us?" Her tone was like that of a deeply in love couple.

Ding Ping felt a touch of emotion, but he didn't show it, saying, "The base leaders are still waiting for us."

Ding Ping squeezed Ouyang Xiaxue's arm to express his gratitude and then led her onto the helicopter. Ouyang Xiaxue felt a surge of excitement, her face flushed with joy. Ding Ping's action was something he had never done before, expressing his special feelings for her. This was understandable, as Ding Ping's memories of the outside world were triggered by Ouyang Xiaxue's appearance. Naturally, in Ding Ping's mind, she was different from others.

As soon as they boarded the helicopter, they saw a tall man, about 1.9 meters tall, grinning ambiguously at them. This man, in his thirties, was incredibly muscular, his muscles bulging as if from beneath his clothes – a truly muscular man. This was Zhang Yang, the deputy commander of the special forces brigade, a lieutenant colonel from a military family, and had been in the army for over ten years. He was all smiles, clearly noticing Ouyang Xiaxue's unusual behavior towards Ding Ping: "You two, are you done? Can we go now? Hehe."

Before

Ding Ping could even process what was happening, Ouyang Xiaxue quickly pulled away from his grasp, glaring at Zhang Yang and scolding, "What are you laughing at? You look so strange, like you're going to eat me alive." Feeling embarrassed, she moved further away, no longer looking at Zhang Yang and Ding Ping.

Ding Ping didn't think much of it. Zhang Yang glanced regretfully at Ouyang Xiaxue, who was sitting far away, and said with a strange laugh, "My dear Squad Leader Ouyang, I didn't say anything! I'm happy to have a new mission, so I smiled. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? Besides, I'm already married. Who would I dare to eat? You should be careful not to walk into the tiger's den and get eaten by someone else." At the end, Zhang Yang didn't look at Ouyang Xiaxue, still fiddling with the airplane with a serious expression.

Ding Ping, standing beside him, was both amused and exasperated. What was this all about? What could he do if someone was nice to him? Could he tell Ouyang Xiaxue, "You can't be nice to me?" Now Zhang Yang was using this to make fun of him.

Watching Ding Ping's actions, Ouyang Xiaxue suppressed the urge to burst out laughing. After all, these two were her superiors. Although Ding Ping was easygoing, Ouyang Xiaxue couldn't be too presumptuous. The military was, after all, a place with a strict hierarchical system, where superiors and subordinates had an absolute command-and-follower relationship. With outsiders present, Ouyang Xiaxue was quite careful, and she couldn't afford to ruin the unusual relationship she had just established with Ding Ping.

Ding Ping, the battalion commander, was usually unpretentious and relatively young. So, in the information battalion, as long as it wasn't in a work setting or a formal occasion, it was common for the young men and women to joke with him. Ding Ping, the battalion commander, was also somewhat literate, and many times his subordinates' jokes backfired, leaving them the butt of his teasing. Over time, this became a source of amusement for the special forces battalion members.

However, Ding Ping felt something was off today. It was normal for Ouyang Xiaxue, his nominal bodyguard and secretary, to pick him up, but Zhang Yang, being the second-in-command of the special forces, shouldn't have come. Thinking this, Ding Ping asked, "Captain Zhang, is there something important that requires you to pick me up? You're in such a hurry."

Zhang Yang replied, "The commander has arrived at the base. It seems there's some very important mission."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ping knew it was General Lei Mingshan, the commander of the Northern Military Region. This commander treated him very well, and Ding Ping respected him greatly.

A dozen minutes later, the helicopter slowly landed on the base's helipad. Ding Ping quickly disembarked, with Zhang Yang and Ouyang Xiaxue following closely behind. Members of the Northern Special Forces they encountered along the way, seeing their young commander rushing about, quickly stepped aside and gave him a standard military salute. Ding Ping returned the salutes one by one. He was a principled man who respected everyone, especially the lower-ranking staff. To be honest, Ding Ping didn't really like this feeling of being in the limelight. He wasn't a person who craved power, and every time someone saluted him, he felt a surge of emotion and would immediately return the salute. He felt that on the battlefield, everyone was a comrade-in-arms, sharing life and death. Therefore, in peacetime, Ding Ping tried his best to blend in with them, which earned him more respect from the soldiers than those high and mighty individuals. Ding Ping first returned to his special forces training ground and instructed Zhang Yang to carefully observe their training. In case the commander came to his territory for a surprise inspection, they might embarrass themselves if they weren't prepared; it was best to be careful.

Seeing that Ding Ping didn't give her any instructions, Ouyang Xiaxue could only follow him. When they arrived at Ding Ping's barracks, she followed him inside. On the way back, she secretly made a decision: she would seize the opportunity presented by Ding Ping's friendly gesture and make her move on him, otherwise, once Ding Ping calmed down, who knew when she would have such an opportunity again.

As soon as she entered Ding Ping's room, Ouyang Xiaxue closed and locked the door. She turned around and hugged Ding Ping. Ding Ping hadn't expected Ouyang Xiaxue to do this so suddenly and quickly said, "Ouyang Xiaxue, what are you doing?"

Ouyang Xiaxue said, "Captain, I love you. I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I've never dared to. Now you're about to accept a new mission and leave us. I don't want to lose this last chance."

"Ouyang Xiaxue, don't do this. I can't let you down," Ding Ping said hurriedly.

"What era are we living in? What's wrong with two people in love? I'm not going to marry you. Why are you so stubborn as a man?" Ouyang Xiaxue understood Ding Ping's meaning, so she made her point clear. The female soldiers in the special forces were all older than Ding Ping, but every one of them admired him and wanted to be with him. It wasn't about marrying him; they all had one wish: to have a night of passion with Ding Ping and possess him both in body and soul.

Ding Ping hadn't expected Ouyang Xiaxue to say such a thing. He was at a loss for words; refusing her would be a huge blow to her pride. Ding Ping then thought: why should he let the past and past tie his hands, making everyone unhappy?

So Ding Ping reached out and hugged Ouyang Xiaxue, but unintentionally, he used too much force, almost suffocating her. Her face, pressed against Ding Ping's firm chest, quickly became hot, and she uttered a few words: "I want you..." She truly loved the feeling of being in the arms of this man she had long admired. As she spoke, she hugged Ding Ping even tighter, as if trying to press their bodies together.

Ding Ping pressed Ouyang Xiaxue against the door, one hand kneading her breasts through her clothes, the other hand reaching under her full buttocks, squeezing her soft, firm flesh while lifting her slightly. Then, Ding Ping forcefully kissed her cute little mouth. Ouyang Xiaxue let out sounds of unbearable pleasure, muttering something unintelligible. She nestled limply in Ding Ping's arms, letting him gently caress her.

Ding Ping took the opportunity to remove Ouyang Xiaxue's clothes, unbuttoning her shirt. On Ouyang Xiaxue's proud breasts, she wore a white, strapless bra with a semi-transparent upper layer and lace trim on the lower layer, creating a deep cleavage. The alluring cleavage seemed bottomless, with the bra's pattern faintly visible on either side. Her full breasts rose and fell within the small bra, her pink nipples peeking out, instantly making Ding Ping's penis rise even faster.

Ding Ping then deftly loosened the bra's clasp, and a pair of white, full breasts sprang out. The two peaks of her breasts were full and firm, the two pink nipples the size of cherries. Ding Ping kissed Ouyang Xiaxue's lips while caressing her delicate, fair skin. Then Ding Ping's hand grasped Ouyang Xiaxue's soft, bouncy breasts. He pressed down gently, and they bounced back; one hand couldn't hold them. Ding Ping vigorously caressed Ouyang Xiaxue's breasts.

Ding Ping's hand reached to Ouyang Xiaxue's waist, unbuckling her belt and pulling her pants down to her calves. Ding Ping's fingers lifted the edge of her panties, gently pressing against a patch of fluffy, smooth pubic hair, softly combing it, picking up a small strand and rubbing it between his fingers. Ouyang Xiaxue's knees were slightly parted to give Ding Ping's hand room to move. Her round, full lower lips pursed occasionally, as if she were saying something. Ding Ping's hand, which had been stroking her thighs, slipped inside Ouyang Xiaxue's panties, touching a patch of damp, soft pubic hair. Under Ding Ping's touch, her panties slipped off her body.

Ding Ping looked between Ouyang Xiaxue's legs. A patch of dark, tender pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle, softly covered Ouyang Xiaxue's mysterious "forbidden zone," like a small hill covered with dense, fragrant grass, only this grass was very tender. Ding Ping couldn't help but stroke Ouyang Xiaxue's pubic hair with his hand; it was black, shiny, smooth, and delicate, as soft as silk. Ouyang Xiaxue's genitals were as alluring as her face and figure. Ding Ping parted Ouyang Xiaxue's snow-white, rounded legs, and the alluring cleft, barely visible, was covered with wet, lustful fluid. The two bright red labia opened and closed, just like the cherry lips on Ouyang Xiaxue's face, full of temptation.

Ding Ping immediately went straight to the clitoris. He first touched the entrance with his hand, then used his fingers to spread Ouyang Xiaxue's labia. He felt that it was a little tight, and pinched the tender labia, making Ouyang Xiaxue feel both numb and itchy, and she couldn't help but tremble all over. Slowly, Ding Ping felt his hands getting wet, so he squeezed her clitoris hard and ruthlessly inserted his fingers deep into her vulva. Ouyang Xiaxue couldn't help but moan again. Ding Ping's fingers rubbed against the small, protruding fleshy bumps inside Ouyang Xiaxue's vaginal walls.

Ouyang Xiaxue's two flesh-colored labia minora, already damp from Ding Ping's ministrations, were half-open and panting. On them was a small, protruding clitoris. When Ding Ping rubbed the clitoris, Ouyang Xiaxue let out moans: "Ah...ah..." Her body trembled irregularly, responding to Ding Ping's rubbing of the clitoris.

"Ah...ah...you're making me...I'm so uncomfortable...you're so naughty..." Ouyang Xiaxue felt an intense itch deep within her body from the touch, waves of pleasure surging through her like electric currents. Her plump buttocks twisted and thrust upwards, swaying from side to side, her hands tightly gripping Ding Ping's head, letting out joyful, coquettish gasps: "Ah...I can't take it anymore...oh...you...you're touching me so comfortably...I..."

Seeing Ouyang Xiaxue's frenzy, Ding Ping dug even harder into her wet flesh, increasing the speed of his thrusts. His fingers rubbed against the walls of Ouyang Xiaxue's vagina, and after a moment, the lustful fluids in Ouyang Xiaxue's vulva gushed out like a waterfall, surging and flowing, soaking her two snow-white thighs. At this moment, Ouyang Xiaxue couldn't help but tremble all over. She bent her jade legs, raising her plump buttocks even higher, making her vulva protrude even more, allowing Ding Ping to penetrate her vulva even more thoroughly.

Ding Ping's lower body pressed tightly against Ouyang Xiaxue's thigh, making Ouyang Xiaxue feel a hot, thick rod pressing against her crotch, rubbing back and forth at the entrance of her paradise, making her feel even more uncomfortable. So Ouyang Xiaxue wrapped her arms around Ding Ping's neck, pressed her body against him, and softly murmured, "Ding Ping... I... am so hot... um..."

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