A-Tong's Choices 01~10

This is probably the umpteenth time we've been to Macau. We cherish these hard-won brief moments. 　　Ah
Tong wears large, round sunglasses, not to block the sunlight, but to change the shape of her face.
We always avoid crowds to avoid being recognized.
Ah Tong is my colleague; we had a somewhat ambiguous relationship two years ago.
I know she often gazes at me at the office, her eyes like a child longing for unattainable ice cream.
She would find excuses to talk to me in the break room, and when she got excited, she would lean her shoulder lightly against mine.
She would also check my desk for photos of my girlfriend and inquire about my weekend plans.
Sometimes colleagues would tease Ah Tong about her various favors towards me, but I would just laugh it off.
At the time, it wasn't that I didn't like her; I just felt that it was good if she liked me, but not having her wouldn't be a loss.
Until a year later, when she told me the good news.
I said half-jokingly, "I don't want to go to your wedding banquet; I liked you."
At that moment, I knew she was pretending to be calm. She was speechless with shock, her lips trembling slightly like lilacs in the spring breeze.
I looked closely at her face and said, "It's a pity you're getting married."
From her blushing face, I knew my words opened up a series of possibilities.
She would eventually marry, but I couldn't resist boldly asking her to go to Macau. I knew she would readily agree; I was sure it wasn't for the food and scenery of Macau.
I booked the best and newest hotel for her; I knew our potential.
The delicious food of Macau, coupled with a few glasses of red wine, catalyzed what should and shouldn't have happened.
On the way back to the hotel, we held hands and kissed passionately; no one knew that Ah Tong would be someone else's bride.
As soon as we entered the hotel room, I took off Ah Tong's dress.
"I bought brand new underwear for you..." Ah Tong took a few steps back, letting me see clearly. I saw the semi-transparent mint green bra, revealing her pink nipples.
I couldn't wait any longer and stripped her of everything. I felt like I was holding the purest baby.
Ah Tong was quite tall, about 170 centimeters. She was well-proportioned, with a pair of firm, pink nipples that stood high. I couldn't resist sucking on the right one; the strawberry-like nipple felt warm on my lips and tongue.
On the left, I teased with my right thumb, sometimes gently pulling it with my index finger.
Her delicate body, perhaps unaccustomed to this double stimulation, trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing her aroused, my right hand roamed over her thigh, moving towards the slightly raised area. Ah Tong's pubic hair spread from her lower abdomen, its color matching her thick, flowing hair, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white thighs.
I first gently stroked her pubic hair with two fingers, then caressed her pale pink clitoris with the pad of my middle finger.
Ah Tong enjoyed my caresses, burying her head in my shoulder. I felt her face flushed and hot, her breath coming in soft gasps.
My fingertips felt a sticky, abundant fluid. I wasn't in a hurry. I pressed the fleshy part of my palm under my thumb against that small area, sometimes pressing lightly, sometimes slowly undulating. A-Tong swayed her hips, rubbing against my palm.
Within three to five minutes, her breathing quickened; I estimated I could conquer her with just my right hand.
Then I slowed the pace, guiding her hand to my hot, hard erection. Though clumsy, she tried to mimic the movements I taught her, her hands moving awkwardly, purely to please me.
"She's getting married soon, becoming someone else's wife." The thought made me even harder.
I lay on my back, watching A-Tong's long, beautiful hair cascade down my lower abdomen, her sweet peach lips close to my hardest spot. Her lips were warm.
I placed her long legs on my shoulders, like someone returning home, putting the key in the lock—it was all perfectly natural.
We gazed at each other.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "I can marry someone I don't love, but I want to make love with someone I truly love."
This was our first time of ecstasy.
The second time
, A-Tong's long, beautiful legs were draped over my shoulders. In the dim yellow light of the room, I gazed at her entirety. Her hair was thick, curly, and very black, yet it couldn't conceal her small, butterfly-like vulva, which, swollen like a tiny, tender red rooster's comb from my caresses, was fully revealed before my eyes.
Looking at this woman who was having an affair before marriage, a thought suddenly crossed my mind: I had to look closely, to remember the woman's face the moment I entered her.
Suddenly, I saw Ah Tong's face flushed red, tears streaming down her face.
She said indignantly, "Every time my fiancé and I hold each other, I'm thinking of you. When he caresses me, I'm thinking of you too. I always feel sorry for my fiancé, and now with you… but I can't control myself."
We were supposed to make love, but now we stood facing each other.
"I hate you for confessing everything so late, right before my wedding!"
My lips lightly brushed Ah Tong's fair left neck, and as I spoke, I gently breathed into her ear.
I gently stroked her earlobe with the tip of my nose, my tongue teasing her left earlobe like a brush. My right hand cradled her right breast, the thin skin making me feel her pulse quicken with each touch. The soft mound on her right breast gradually swelled and lengthened.
"Let's seize the moment and fulfill what we've always longed for."
Perhaps it was my words, or perhaps it was the woman's body controlled by desire, but upon hearing them, she let down all her defenses.
We looked at each other, knowing what was about to happen.
I lifted her legs onto my shoulders again, even higher than the first time.
I didn't stop for a second, each thrust penetrating Ah Tong's willing body.
"Ah—, please don't ejaculate inside." These were her breathless words as I brought her to her second orgasm.
Out of pity or love, I obediently withdrew before ejaculating, painting an abstract picture on her delicate body with white paint, ejaculating more and thicker than usual. Ah Tong's lower abdomen and navel were also filled with my thick white fluid, about half a cup.
After her multiple orgasms, I saw her face was flushed, and her breath exhaled a warm, fragrant scent, like she had drunk vodka.
Ah Tong blushed as she examined the white fluid on her lower abdomen, watching it linger on her abdomen and hair. She didn't rush to wipe it away, as if she wanted to leave a little bit of my mark on her body, even if it would dry and eventually turn to ash.
I saw her eyes shining, perhaps with tears, perhaps with the moisture of desire, perhaps with me.
The sky in Macau grew brighter and brighter at that moment; it was a beautiful morning. "Ah Tong's future, my future, are becoming increasingly unclear," was my last thought before falling asleep.
Part Three:
Since returning from Macau, our relationship has changed drastically. Sometimes there's a strong cup of coffee on my desk, sometimes Ah Tong waits for me at a restaurant not far from the company, just like she did for me two years ago.
The bride-to-be is said to be very busy, but she always manages to find time for me after her busy schedule. Today she was sending out wedding invitations to her high school classmates. The bride-to-be, trying to stay slim, couldn't eat much, but she could drink heavily, and in a drunken stupor, she called me.
"Come pick me up in Central quickly..."
Half an hour later, I found a drunken Ah-Tong in Soho. Her high school classmates mistook me for the groom and congratulated me. Afraid they would recognize me, I quickly led Ah-Tong out of the bar.
Ah-Tong slumped into my arms, still drunkenly shouting, "You know how much I want to marry him, how much I want to marry him!" Her classmates chuckled, assuming it was just a drunken joke, unaware of the bitterness those words held for her.
In the taxi, she buried her head in my shoulder. Ah-Tong's silent tears soaked my shirt. I finally managed to get Ah-Tong home; this was the first time I'd entered her apartment. I helped her into the bedroom, though I wasn't in the mood. Ah-Tong's bedroom was lavender-colored. I hoped she wouldn't have a terrible hangover the next morning, but unfortunately, I couldn't find a single headache pill.
I noticed many photos of her colleagues in her home, and she was always standing next to me. I wondered why there weren't any photos of her fiancé.
Women about to get married always seem to have a reason to stay fit; I saw a corner of Ah-Tong's home with a lot of exercise equipment. There was a Fitball, the rubber ball that inflates to about a meter tall. I was playing with the big ball, ignoring Ah Tong.
"I often fantasize about you being here." Ah Tong came out of the bedroom at that moment, perhaps she wasn't so drunk after all.
She didn't care that she was still wearing a skirt, and used the Fitball to arch her back, making a bridge pose. Afraid she might fall off the ball while still drunk, I supported her waist.
"Looks like you care about me too. I told you you'd come to pick me up when I was drunk, and you supported my waist because you were afraid I'd fall. Is it because we slept together in Macau? Wasn't it just a pre-marital fling, or have you started to like me too?" I just assumed she was still drunk and remained silent.
She changed her bridge pose, sat on the ball, and took off her long skirt, leaving only her mint green underskirt. She hugged my back and gently pressed my head against the end of her thighs. I understood what she meant.
"I often imagine you kissing me like this while I'm on this Fitball." Her waist was strong, and she slowly returned to the bridge pose. I lifted the mint green skirt, revealing the very end of A-Tong's body.
I spread A-Tong's thighs as wide as possible, exposing her wet, sticky area completely to my view because of the rubber ball. I pushed the ball forward a little, changing the angle of my kiss and the view. Gently, slowly, I ate a pink strawberry cream pudding from different angles.
I knew she had already had at least two orgasms. Then, using the elasticity of the rubber ball, A-Tong returned the favor, using her long legs as support to forcefully press her private parts against my lips. It should have been me gently kissing her, but now it felt like she was rubbing her private parts against my lips and tongue. The texture, warmth, and scent of her private parts lingered on my lips, tongue, and face. That surging force brought her a third orgasm. I saw A-Tong's long thighs tremble. Ten minutes of vigorous thrusting had exceeded the limit of her thighs.
To let her thighs rest, I placed A-Tong's thighs on my shoulders. I quickly pulled down my pants, ignoring my erection, and went straight for Ah Tong's warm and sweet spot. The rubber ball had a strong rebound, and with each thrust, Ah Tong's body pressed against me. This close intimacy made us feel more integrated. However, the ball also made us expend more energy than usual. After about ten minutes, I was exhausted and needed to change positions.
Ah Tong had mentioned in Macau that she didn't like animal mating positions, saying they were too wild, and that we seemed to lack communication.
Women are always controlled by desire. I held her waist, gently turning her over so her stomach pressed against the ball. She knew she couldn't refuse.
Her mirror reflected her wild body, like a snow leopard.
I deliberately twisted her buttocks and kissed the rose-like mark. I knew she enjoyed my admiring gaze and gentle teasing.
The snow leopard position allowed Ah Tong to use the ball's rebound, pushing and pulling, each thrust reaching its deepest point. Watching Ah Tong's bouncy buttocks lap against me like waves, I placed my hands on her shoulders for leverage. It wasn't so much that I was thrusting into her, but rather that I was drilling into her. Just then, Ah Tong's phone rang on the nearby table. I saw the caller ID display two words I least wanted to see: "Husband."
A prank idea popped into my head.

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