The pregnant woman's hot, slippery, tender vagina

My wife went to America, and I'm all alone at home now; it doesn't feel like home anymore. Sometimes I wake up suddenly at night, only to find no one beside me.

This day, while scrolling through my phone, I accidentally found my junior colleague's number. Speaking of her, she's really had a tough time. After getting married, her husband was stationed in another city and rarely came home. She got pregnant not long after their marriage, but because they had sex after drinking, and she had taken medication for a cold before trying to conceive, she consulted doctors and my wife, and ultimately had an abortion.

More than six months later, she's pregnant again, probably six or seven months along. It seems they haven't enjoyed much intimacy in the year or so they've been married.

So I called, and sure enough, she was home. I told the driver to take me there. Passing a pharmacy, I got out and bought two bottles of "Centrum Multivitamin" to give her vitamins; she'll need them sooner or later anyway.

In my haste, this was the only thing I could buy; otherwise, it would be difficult to find a gift for our first meeting. The car quickly arrived at my junior colleague's apartment complex. The complex was still quite desolate, with only a few service facilities, but there was a large supermarket not far away.

Setting up such a large supermarket in a newly developed area required a certain amount of courage. I saw my junior colleague standing at the entrance of the complex, heavily pregnant. I got out of the car, sent the driver back to the company, and went with her to her home.

She had bought a spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Her father had moved back home because he couldn't get used to living there; he had been sick a few days ago, and her mother had also temporarily gone back to take care of him for a couple of days. Her younger brother sometimes came over, but it was inconvenient for him because he lived in Qinghe.

We chatted for a while, and suddenly we heard the prelude to the evening news—it was already seven o'clock—so I said, "Let's go, it's time to eat."

My junior colleague said, "There's not much good food downstairs, only a hot pot restaurant that's okay."

I was shocked: "How can you still eat hot pot?"

My junior colleague asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with hot pot?"

I told her that pregnant women shouldn't eat hot pot, as it might affect the fetus. I said, "Forget it, let's just buy some groceries and cook ourselves."

My junior colleague said, "We don't have much food at home, where are we going to buy it so late? Besides, what time will it take to cook?"

I confidently said, "I promise you'll have dinner before 7:45."

I went to the kitchen and only found two tomatoes and two potatoes. I told my junior colleague, "You move around a bit, boil some water, wash the tomatoes, chop them into small pieces, peel a scallion, and start cooking the rice. Wait for me."

I asked for the bicycle keys, inquired about the bike, went downstairs, and rode straight to the supermarket. The supermarket was indeed quite large, with everything imaginable. It was close to closing time, so there were discounted items everywhere.

I picked out a piece of braised beef, grabbed a bag of bean sprouts, a box of ginger, and some peanuts that looked good, so I took a bag of those too. There were only two Wuchang fish left, so I took one at a 30% discount, and also grabbed a bunch of wood ear fungus and a bunch of wormwood stalks.

When I got back, my junior colleague had already started cooking the rice and boiled the water. I washed the peanuts and gently roasted them in a wok. I prepared the Wuchang fish, and by then the rice was ready. I steamed the fish and then washed the vegetables.

The peanuts were almost done, so I added a little oil, tossed them a few times , and took them out of the wok. Then I stir-fried the tomatoes, added water, and poured it into a soup pot. By then the rice was cooked, so

I stir-fried some chrysanthemum greens. My junior colleague watched me work methodically, occasionally helping out. Before long, a plate of fried peanuts, braised beef, cold bean sprouts, stir-fried chrysanthemum greens, tomato and wood ear mushroom soup, and steamed Wuchang fish were on the table. I checked my watch; it was 7:45.

My junior colleague said sincerely, "You're amazing! I couldn't finish this in two hours."

I said proudly, "Everything needs a plan. With a plan, nothing is a problem. It's a bit rushed today, so let's just make do."

Sitting down, my junior colleague suddenly asked, "Want some alcohol? What kind?"

I said, "Baijiu (Chinese liquor)." She then brought out a bottle of Fenjiu (a type of Chinese liquor) and a bottle of dry red wine, along with two glasses.

I was taken aback: "You're still drinking?"

My junior sister said, "Just a little, no problem."

The Fenjiu was brought from home by her father; it was in a porcelain bottle and had been aged for over ten years, making it very refreshing. My junior sister praised each dish she ate, and the two of us finished everything. She probably ate more than I did, as I drank about seven liang (approximately 350ml) and a glass of dry

red wine. My junior sister only drank a little red wine. After clearing the dishes, I washed them and returned to the living room. My junior sister had already made tea. I sat on the sofa, feeling a bit dizzy because the aftereffects of the Fenjiu were kicking in.

My junior sister sat down on the sofa, then stood up, rubbing her stomach, and said, "I ate too much, too much. It's all your fault; you cooked so deliciously that I ate too much. Can you come for a walk with me?"

I was also trying to sober up, so I went out with her. The streetlights in the neighborhood weren't on yet, but the moon was beautiful, round and large, probably around the fifteenth of the lunar month. We walked slowly, without saying a word.

A young couple walked by, probably returning home from a stroll. The wife, heavily pregnant, probably seven or eight months along, was clinging tightly to her husband's arm. I noticed my junior colleague's gaze was fixed on them until they entered the building.

A gust of wind blew by; the early winter air was already a bit chilly. My junior colleague instinctively snuggled closer to me. I reached out and gently put my arm around her, then let go. She took my arm, and we walked slowly and silently.

Back in the room, it was almost ten o'clock. I wanted to go home. My junior colleague said, "There are no taxis now. A taxi will cost at least 40 yuan, and you'll have to walk to the Fourth Ring Road and wait for ages to get one. Why don't you stay here tonight? I can ask you more questions."

I thought about it and agreed. My junior colleague found me a set of pajamas, saying they were her father's, and told me to take a shower. After showering, I smelled my underwear; it already smelled bad, so I put on the pajamas. When

I returned to the living room, my junior colleague had already made up the guest room for me to sleep in. I told my junior colleague to go wash her hair while I sat on the sofa watching TV. It took her quite a while to come out; apparently, she'd washed her hair too.

She said, "My hair won't dry for a while. If you're not sleepy, chat with me for a bit."

I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow anyway, so I kept her company. I sat on the sofa, and she sat in a chair. We chatted about this and that, but we didn't really have much in common; it was mostly about pregnancy and children.

When I learned that she rarely took vitamins and folic acid, I became a little anxious: "Why don't you take care of anything? I think you're worse than a country bumpkin."

She wasn't angry; instead, she said sincerely, "Senior, you all know so much, how come I know nothing? Like what to eat and what not to eat, nobody tells me anything. After I got pregnant, we ate hot pot so many times! We went whenever we were too lazy to cook, and now I regret it so much! Senior, I want to ask you, is there any way to get rid of these stretch marks? They're so ugly."

I said, "As long as you keep applying vitamin E ointment to improve skin elasticity, you can alleviate the symptoms."

She said, "Can I still recover now?" As she spoke, she stood up and lifted her pajamas. I saw that her belly was very large, her skin had been stretched and torn, and the stretch marks were wide and deep. Because her pajama bottoms couldn't cover her belly, they slipped down to her lower abdomen, probably just above her pubic hair, and her belly button was already protruding.

I told her, "First, junior sister, you're already stretched like this, it's probably going to be tough. It'll be fine in a year or so after you give birth; second, your belly button is protruding, it's probably a boy; third..."

My junior sister asked anxiously, "Tell me! Tell me! What is it?"

I gritted my teeth, "Third, now that it's getting cold, you should protect your belly and not let the baby feel the cold outside. Wear maternity underwear."

"Maternity underwear? What kind? I've never heard of it."

I told her, "Maternity underwear has a long crotch that can be pulled up to the belly to protect the abdomen."

She immediately said, "Really? You have to come with me to buy it tomorrow."

She then asked, "Do you also have maternity bras?"

I said, "Of course, but if your old ones still work, you don't necessarily have to buy them. They're so expensive, over two hundred yuan."

My junior colleague is very meticulous; she definitely wouldn't be willing to buy a bra that costs over two hundred yuan. She said, "Then how about this one?" As she spoke, she lifted up her pajamas completely. When I saw it, my lower body immediately felt like it was on fire, and I instantly got hard because my junior colleague's bra was too small, barely accommodating half of her breasts. Due to the previous activity, her left nipple had already popped out.

I hadn't seen a woman's body in a long time, so this was a natural physiological reaction. I had originally been leaning against the sofa with my hands behind my head, and since I wasn't wearing underwear, my erection was very obvious. I immediately changed my posture, leaning forward.

As soon as she lifted her clothes, she felt a chill, so she immediately knew and quickly put her pajamas down. She must have seen my erection too, because people are very sensitive to moving objects. We were silent for about a minute.

To break the awkward silence, I spoke first: "I won't say whether we should have bought it or not. Your sister-in-law often had this problem, so we gritted our teeth and spent over five hundred to buy two, but now they're completely useless, and we can't even give them away. Besides..." I hesitated again.

My junior sister had calmed down and said, "Senior brother, we're discussing scientific issues here. Please don't hold back any advice you have."

Encouraged by her, I felt much more relaxed and told her frankly, "Actually, the bra isn't the most important issue. You have another big problem: your nipples are severely inverted. If you don't address it, it will be a major problem for your baby when breastfeeding, and it might even bleed."

She said, "I've read about it in books. Sometimes I've tried pulling on them and wiping them with a towel, but it hurts so much."

I said, "If you're afraid of the pain now, what if your baby sucks and the nipples break open, and just as they scab over, you still have to breastfeed? They'll break open again, and you can't stop, so it won't heal properly, and it might even cause mastitis. Then both you and your baby will suffer. It's better to endure the pain now than later."

She said, "I will definitely persevere. Thank you for your advice." After a pause, she asked again, "Isn't there a good way that isn't too painful but can still be fixed?" I smiled mysteriously and didn't answer.

My junior colleague got impatient, sat down next to me, and shook my arm: "Tell me, tell me! You're so boring, always holding back."

I said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that you won't need it, and there are side effects."

My junior colleague said, "Whether I need it or not, just consider it an opportunity to learn something, okay?"

I said, "It's very simple, just practice the baby's breastfeeding movements beforehand."

My junior colleague was a bit slow-witted and didn't react immediately: "What? How do I practice?"

I said, "Just let someone suckle your milk every day, and over time it will have a better effect than a towel, right? Plus, it will also draw out the nipple and keep the milk ducts clear. Besides, it's comfortable to suckle."

My junior colleague understood; only her husband could suckle her nipple, not even her mother. She asked again, "What about the side effects?"

I really couldn't do anything with her, and replied, "What side effects do you think there could be? Won't problems arise after a while?"

Seeing my mischievous smile, my junior colleague understood what the problem was this time and didn't ask any more questions. After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Did you and your sister-in-law have any problems? People say you can't do that during pregnancy. We haven't done it since she got pregnant."

I smiled and said, "That's human instinct, let nature take its course. You have to suckle every day, but you can't have sex every day, right?"

My junior sister said, "You two didn't have any problems? You can still do that while pregnant?"

I saw that my junior sister's face was flushed, and I figured she must be feeling the heat of the moment. It must have been tough for her not to have sex for more than half a year. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: why don't I try to sleep with her?

Thinking of this, I relaxed and resumed my supine position, saying, "Actually, I think the happiest time for a couple is during the months of pregnancy, especially after five or six months. Think about it, the honeymoon is wonderful, but in that state of confusion, you can't be completely open; after a while, you're afraid of getting pregnant, so you're always awkward; and at least once a month you can't have sex because of your period; only during these months, you're not afraid of pregnancy, and you don't have your period, so every week is the same; besides, after getting pregnant, your libido is good, and you have more lubrication, making penetration particularly smooth, and it's especially easy to reach orgasm. Junior sister, can you feel it?"

My junior sister was now a little restless on the sofa, her voice trembling slightly: "But could it be that my belly..." "Aren't you afraid of getting pressured?"

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't be so old-fashioned. Humans aren't animals because they can be face-to-face; but you can't lose your animal instincts. You can come from behind, you can lick with your mouth, you can touch with your hands. Actually, coming from behind is very comfortable, don't you want to try? Your sister-in-law and I have almost never stopped, except the day before she goes for a checkup. The day before she was hospitalized, we had sex again, once late and once early. We've been doing it from behind for several months in a row, and now every time I ejaculate from behind last. She says that way it goes deeper and the ejaculation is especially powerful."

At this point, my junior sister was completely limp on top of me, her face almost pressed against my bulging bulge. I helped her up, put my left arm around her neck, kissed her lips, and reached under her nightgown with my right hand to gently unhook her bra.

Under my passionate kisses, she was too weak to think. I gently breathed into her ear and said, "Junior sister, let me suck you, okay?"

It was the word "junior sister" that reminded her, and she pushed me away, saying, "I can't betray my sister-in-law."

I pulled her close again and said, "We haven't had sex for months, it would be good to satisfy each other. Besides, I like you, little junior sister."

This was pure nonsense, but it worked. She threw herself into my arms: "I've always liked you, but I never had the chance. I've always wanted to find someone like you, but I can never find one. I'm really jealous of my sister-in-law. I like you, that's why I always deliberately avoid you, you know that?" I kissed away her tears, comforting her constantly, and helped her to the bedroom.

I helped her sit down on the edge of the bed, supporting her neck with my right hand and gently laying her down. My left hand took the opportunity to touch her crotch. Her pajama bottoms were already wet with a patch the size of my palm, and I could feel the heat even through the two layers of fabric.

I gently turned her to her right side to make her more comfortable; you know, lying on your back with 30-40 pounds of weight on your stomach is quite uncomfortable. While kissing her, I unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time. Once unbuttoned, I pulled the corner of the blanket over her stomach to keep her warm, then pulled down her bra and began kissing her breasts and nipples.

My junior's breasts weren't large to begin with, but they were quite full after pregnancy, though her nipples remained small, rosy, like a little girl's. Her nipples were slightly inverted, and I swirled my tongue around them, occasionally sucking on them. Soon, she let out a moan.

My left hand slipped inside her panties, gently tugging at her pubic hair, then slowly moved down, pausing at her mons pubis before turning back. I ran my hand slowly along her buttocks, gently pressing down to encourage her to lift her buttocks, easily pulling her pajama bottoms and underwear down to her thighs.

I didn't rush to attack her genitals, but instead slowly and repeatedly stroked her coccyx, groin, anus, and perineum, while gently rubbing her right nipple with my right hand and kissing her ears and neck. Occasionally, I would dab a little sticky fluid from her vulva and apply it to her perineum and anus.

My junior sister had probably never experienced foreplay like this before, and she kept moaning. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and said shyly, "Come in."

I pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Where?"

My junior sister covered her face with her hands and said softly, "Inside."

I pressed her again, "Where?"

My junior sister could only say, "Inside your vagina."

It felt a little strange to hear such a crude word coming from my junior sister's mouth, but it was understandable. She was such an innocent person; she probably only knew the words "vagina" and "cunt." Saying "vagina" at this moment would be even more ridiculous. It was really hard on my junior sister.

I immediately inserted my ring finger into my junior sister's hot and slippery cave, my middle finger kept stroking between her clitoris and labia minora, and my thumb stayed on her anus and perineum.

My junior sister's vaginal walls were relatively tender and smooth, unlike some people's vaginas which were bumpy inside. Because she was lying on her back, my fingers could only stroke the back wall of her vagina and could not reach her clitoris.

My junior sister kept twisting her body, crying out, "No, no, it's not a hand."

I deliberately asked, "Then what is it? "

My junior sister turned around and lightly slapped my crotch with her hand, "You bad boy! It's your... penis." "After saying that, she blushed again.

I helped my junior sister sit up, took off her pajamas and bra, laid her down, pulled the blanket over her upper body, got out of bed and took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, and spread her thighs apart: her pubic hair was very sparse and light in color, slightly yellowish, somewhat like her hair. Her armpit hair was also very sparse and light. Some people have little armpit hair but thick pubic hair, while others have heavy armpit hair and even heavier pubic hair. I had never seen anyone with such sparse pubic hair as my junior sister.

What was even more peculiar was her vulva: her labia majora were not thick, just two narrow bulges, which were slightly open at the moment; her labia minora were very small, which I had already felt when I touched them earlier, and I was still a little surprised. Although her labia minora were very swollen, they still could not extend outside the labia majora, unlike most people whose labia minora always show a little bit.

I reached out and spread them apart, and her labia minora were extremely tender, pink inside, and the tips and outside were also flesh-colored and reddish." Like adults, their labia minora are typically brown or even black. (As an aside, the color of the labia minora has absolutely nothing to do with the number of times you've had sex, only with development. My first girlfriend's labia minora were brown, and she was only nineteen that year—) Her labia minora had very few folds, making her look like a teenage girl.

Her clitoris was also small, just a small, bean-sized bump at the top of her vulva. I pushed the surrounding skin up, revealing the clitoral glans, which was almost bright red. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and gently licking it. My junior sister trembled all over, clearly indicating she rarely experienced stimulation.

I went to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed it to its lowest setting, and then turned off the ceiling light. I got into bed, helped my junior sister sit up, and positioned her feet towards the headboard and her head towards the footboard, so that her vulva could be illuminated without being too bright.

My junior sister was still lying on her side. I had her straighten one leg and bend the other, and then I knelt between her legs to savor this rare, tender opening. It wasn't that I didn't want to penetrate her, it's just that I hadn't... Having had sex, once penetration occurs, the heat and the wetness of the vagina make it impossible to last more than three minutes.

My junior sister was currently in the throes of passion, and if she didn't reach orgasm, it would be like throwing her into a living hell. While this was understandable in theory, it was physically very uncomfortable. It's

better to bury someone alive than to offer alms to a hungry monk. My junior sister's physical condition didn't allow for two consecutive sessions, and besides, the interval between my erections was at least two or three hours, so I had to succeed this time.

Although my junior sister asked me to penetrate her, I knew she was far from reaching her peak; she was definitely someone who came very slowly. Therefore, I could only satisfy my own desires by providing ample foreplay, including oral and manual stimulation, to bring her to climax.

Although I don't enjoy sucking on the genitals of other women except for my first love and wife, I felt no disgust towards such a delicate and alluring vagina, and couldn't help but suck on her thin, moist vulva. Her two small labia minora occasionally brushed against her clitoris with her tongue.

I inserted my left middle finger into her vagina, slowly searching for her clitoris. Finally, I found it; her clitoris was located quite deep, just within reach of my fingertip. I used both my hands and mouth, and my junior sister writhed incessantly, panting heavily, her chest emitting low moans like those of a wild animal.

Suddenly, she straightened her legs, tightly clamping my hand between them, her body thrusting back and forth. I knew she was close to climaxing, so I tightened my grip. I could only move my fingers; my hand was tightly gripped and I couldn't move.

My fingers slid back and forth inside her vagina, occasionally touching her clitoris. She was completely overwhelmed, pulling the blanket over her head and gasping for breath. It took her a long time to finally lift the blanket; she was drenched in sweat.

I leaned over and kissed her lips with mine, my lips wet with her juices, and nuzzled her neck with my chin. I whispered, "Was it good?"

She said shyly, "Yes! But…it was too scary, too intense, it felt a little…empty."

I took off my pajama bottoms and pajamas, and pulled her hand to touch my penis. She immediately pulled away at the slightest touch. I grabbed her hand again: "What are you afraid of? It's not like we've met before." She remained silent, acknowledging my previous spying.

I asked again, "How did you feel last time? Have you seen other people before?" "

She said shyly, 'I've never seen one before, except when my younger brother was little. You're the first. I was so scared back then, it was so thick, I was afraid it wouldn't go in.'

I said, 'Can I put it in today?' She nodded.

I held my penis in my hand and probed through her buttocks from behind. It was a complete swamp there, slippery everywhere. I carefully held the hot rod and rubbed it along her vulva, from the vaginal opening to the clitoris. If I wasn't careful, the head of my penis would desperately try to penetrate.

I did this to whet her appetite and also to numb the head of my penis so as not to ejaculate too early. Her vagina desperately grasped my penis. I saw that the time was right and thrust hard, and it was already inside her.

We both let out a satisfied cry at the same time, after all, we hadn't tasted flesh for months. My head of my penis tingled, and I almost ejaculated. I quickly gritted my teeth, thinking about one question, and finally got through the danger.

My junior sister suddenly asked, 'Is it really okay if it doesn't affect the fetus?'"

I said, "Don't worry, the uterus is still a long way off. The uterine contractions during orgasm will help the fetus grow and adapt to the external environment as soon as possible. I will be careful. " "She'd heard that sex was beneficial and harmless, so she obediently cooperated with me. Although she'd never tried this position before, her instincts made her cooperate perfectly.

I knew where her clitoris was, so two out of three thrusts were aimed at it, making my junior sister moan softly. I didn't say anything, slowly thrusting in and out.

After all, the stimulation of her vagina was too intense, and after a few minutes, I couldn't hold on any longer. I thrust a dozen times, and my junior sister cooperated tightly. I suddenly pressed against her buttocks, grabbed one of her breasts with my right hand, and pressed down on her thigh with my left hand. My pent-up semen gushed out in spurts. At this moment, my junior sister cried out again. I felt her vagina gripping my penis tightly with each thrust, and that feeling was extremely comfortable.

After ejaculating, I fell asleep immediately. It was only for a few minutes, and my penis was still inside her vagina. When my penis softened and slipped out of her vagina, I believe many people know that was the most painful moment. I woke up instantly.

She said, 'Oh no, quickly get some paper.'" "Since we were sleeping facing opposite directions, I quickly got up to get some tissues from the bedside table, but it was too late; there was a wet patch on the sheet."

I grabbed some tissues to stop the flow of semen, then quickly wiped the sheets. After wiping the sheets, I wiped her body; it was all over her thighs. After using countless tissues, I finally finished. She said, "There's still some on my calves." I found it strange, touched them, and sure enough, there was some. I realized that when I got up to get the tissues, some residual semen had dripped onto her legs. We were both sleepy, kissed each other, and fell asleep.

The next day, there was another flurry of activity: changing clothes, changing sheets, cleaning up the tissues scattered on the floor, taking a shower. During the shower, I inevitably took advantage of the situation and made some advances. Then I accompanied her to Dongdan to buy clothes. I bought her two bras, three pairs of underwear, and some other items. My junior sister insisted on paying for everything herself.

From then on, I went to my junior sister's house every Tuesday or Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. Sometimes I had to go home on weekend mornings to check in and appease my wife, because I didn't want to be intimate with my wife at my junior sister's house. Sometimes when her brother came over, I had to avoid him for a couple of days, then make up for it later.

The good times didn't last long. This continued for over a month, and then, a little over a week before Christmas, I suddenly received a text from her: "My mom's here." From then on, I never went to her house again.

A few days before the Spring Festival, I was on a business trip when one morning, as soon as I turned on my phone, I received a text: "

0:53, male, 3000 grams, natural birth, mother and child safe."

It was sent around 5 AM. Good heavens! Seven pounds two ounces, natural birth! I don't know how my little sister's tiny vagina could accommodate such a large baby.

During the Spring Festival, I couldn't visit her because I was still in my postpartum period. After returning to work, I had a lot of work, so I didn't visit her until her baby was almost two months old. I brought some clothes my own child had worn and some baby books.

Worn clothes are best for babies, and I figured not many people would give books as gifts, so I could choose carefully. Unlike some families who receive a lot of clothes from relatives and friends after a baby is born, but only a few are actually wearable. My gifts are guaranteed to be appreciated and won't be thrown away for a year or two. When

I arrived at her house, her mother opened the door. I introduced myself as her classmate. Her mother told me that her husband had passed away, but they were currently on their way back. The mother and daughter were probably sleeping.

I chatted casually with her aunt in the living room for a few minutes. Then, my junior classmate, still half-asleep, came out. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. She asked me to sit

for a moment and went to the bathroom. She fussed around in the bathroom for a while before coming out and saying to her mother, "Mom, I haven't seen my senior classmate in so long! Please buy some nice things to treat him." Her mother immediately went out to buy groceries. We went to the bedroom. The child was sleeping on the big bed, not in a crib.

I had genuinely come to see them sincerely, without any ulterior motives, but she suddenly hugged my waist: "I missed you so much! I missed you so much! Why did you take so long to come?"

We kissed, and she unbuckled my belt and took off my pants. I took off my sweater, undershirt, and underwear. She was already naked and crawled into bed, wearing only a bra.

I reached down and touched her thighs; they were already soaked with sweat. I parted her legs, carefully examined the episiotomy wound, and couldn't help but kiss it again. This time, without her large belly, it was much easier.

With one hand, I attacked her lower body, while the other gently caressed her breasts and nipples through her bra. I knew she didn't remove her bra mainly to prevent bacteria from getting into her nipples and affecting breastfeeding, so this was just a superficial touch, but it was quite effective.

Soon, she started moaning softly. I climbed up, leaned over her, kissing her mouth and breasts while directing my already throbbing, burning erection towards her paradise.

I wanted to play with her a little, randomly stabbing with my penis, sometimes at her clitoris, sometimes at her labia. The slippery vaginal fluid and the labial groove naturally guided my glans towards her entrance. I would pull upwards or dodge to the side, and my little sister would involuntarily thrust upwards, chasing after that hot hardness.

Several times, my glans was already surrounded by her two small labia, but I pulled it out forcefully. My junior sister couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed my buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting her hips forward, finally pressing my thick penis into her vagina.

She asked softly, "Is it looser after having a baby?"

Indeed, because her pelvis had widened, it was noticeably looser than a few months ago. I reassured her, "No, it's still as tight as before. It feels so good." She was relieved.

We continued kissing while thrusting forcefully. But I had to be careful not to press on her breasts. This position was quite tiring, and her pubic hair had just grown short stubble, which pricked me a little. However, it was precisely because of the slight pain that I didn't become overly excited and ejaculate prematurely.

I knelt up, holding her legs, and thrust in and out. My junior sister hadn't exercised for almost a year, so her waist quickly became weak. I lowered her legs, supported my upper body with my hands, and straddled her legs, making her close her legs and tightly clamp my penis between them.

This position gave me considerable freedom; I could move up and down along her vagina, make circular motions with my waist, and move my penis back and forth, stimulating her vaginal walls and clitoris.

Because our organs were so closely intertwined, the stimulation was intense. Plus, my junior sister had been deprived of nectar for a long time, so she quickly reached her climax. She gripped the blanket tightly, held onto my thighs, and worked hard to engage with me.

Suddenly, I felt her vagina contract violently, very strongly, as if someone were forcefully grabbing my penis. I felt some pain, my mind cleared considerably, and the urge to ejaculate subsided instantly. I simply remained motionless, experiencing the contractions of her vagina. This time, my junior sister's orgasm was intense and prolonged. She didn't speak for a long time, quietly savoring the afterglow of her climax.

A long time passed before she remembered me: "Why didn't you ejaculate?"

I said, "Your pubic hair was prickling me a little, and besides, you were gripping me so tightly, I couldn't ejaculate."

My junior sister closed her eyes in shame, then suddenly opened them and said, "How about we do it from behind?"

Of course, I was willing. I gestured for her to spread her legs, then knelt between them, lifted her legs, brought them together, and then lowered them. I then switched to a side-lying position, so I could change positions without pulling out.

Without the pressure, I could thrust freely, using five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, varying the frequency, or changing the direction, making my junior sister moan repeatedly. Her cries were too loud, and since she was close to the baby, the baby suddenly woke up and started crying loudly.

My junior sister quickly patted the baby: "Oh, little baby, don't cry, don't fuss, Mommy and Uncle are doing good deeds, don't cry, don't fuss, go to sleep."

The baby didn't listen to any of that and continued to cry. I instructed her on how to breastfeed. She unhooked her bra, revealing her nipple, and placed it in the baby's mouth. The baby stopped crying and began to nurse.

I didn't let up at all, thrusting harder, almost reaching the deepest point each time. My junior sister moaned passionately again. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, so I thrust a few more times. My junior sister patted the baby with one hand, breastfeeding while also moving her hips in rhythm. My penis suddenly swelled, and a gush of heat spurted out. At that moment, I heard my junior sister's rapid breathing again and felt my penis being tightly gripped.

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