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(1) Thank God, thank her husband, for giving me such a lovely woman. Although she is married now, I can still enjoy her body often. We often meet up, and every time I see her, I have an urge to possess her. This urge has been there for a long time. Although we have been together for a long time, every time I see her, I still want to have sex with her. She is so horny, let's call her Jing for now.
Jing is a Christian and loves Christianity very much. Because she couldn't find a suitable job after marriage, she took up preaching. It is because of preaching that we still have so many opportunities to be together. Jing is about 1.60 meters tall, with long hair, a slightly chubby face, and wears glasses. She is quite plump and likes to wear slimming underwear and high heels, so she doesn't look short. In addition, she has very prominent breasts, a large butt, and a very obvious beauty mark on the middle of her left butt. She walks with a swaying gait, which makes people want to have sex with her. After she got married, I thought our relationship would end, that she would stop this kind of relationship for her husband. Who knew that marriage would actually make our relationship even closer? It turned out her husband was several years older than her, spent all his time on the computer, and stayed up very late every night, even in the first few days of their marriage. He didn't care about her feelings at all and often gave her the cold shoulder; Jing didn't receive any care from her husband. Perhaps he was numb to marriage or had just gotten used to it, Jing's husband wasn't very enthusiastic about sex anymore. I remember the first time I entered her, she moaned excitedly, saying, "I really want it!" Faced with her beautiful voice and the woman I loved, I tried my best to satisfy her. I caressed her clitoris with my mouth; it was more love than just simple desire. I kept saying, "Let me satisfy you." That day we did it three times. Being with me is the happiest thing for Jing. We talk about many topics, including relationships. I often analyze problems for her from her perspective as an unmarried woman. In reality, I have no experience. Marriage is like shoes; only the wearer knows if they fit. But Jing is very willing to listen to my advice, including helping her understand why her husband's sexual desire has decreased. Men are also tired, and sometimes they are not very engaged. It doesn't necessarily mean there is a problem, but I feel it's due to the physiological differences between men and women. Perhaps Jing's libido is on the rise, but many couples in marriage can't see this clearly. She confirmed this feeling when she was with me. Every time we had sex during the day, or when she went to my house, she could get high-quality satisfaction. But this didn't affect her sex life with her husband. She told me that having sex with two men didn't feel like a burden for her. I was amazed by her potential. Could a man handle it so easily? I don't have that energy. I can't do it. You know, I have many things to deal with every day. Although I'm young, I have a career. Because Jing is my only sexual partner, I can handle it easily every time, and I can get high-quality satisfaction every time, whether it's me or her. This satisfaction also stems from her rich experience. Because she's married, she's open and can satisfy and arouse me well. Oral caresses are a must for me every time. I'm particularly fond of this; it quickly arouses my desire. Jing is clever; she knows this allows me to better utilize my imagination and creativity to satisfy her needs, which in turn arouses her own desire. Perhaps married women should be more open; this is a comfortable and pleasant feeling with their husbands, without being overly restrained.
Winter in Jiangbei Water City, Shandong, is already very cold; the outside temperature can freeze water. Yet, we two became one in our rented room, feeling each other's warmth.
Jing knows me very well. She unbuckled my belt and carefully took out my penis—it was already at its most perfect presentation. Jing gently took it into her mouth, caressing it incessantly, satisfying my desire. At the final climax, I held her head tightly, closed my eyes in a daze, and enjoyed everything Jing had given me. Each time we embraced tightly for a long time, feeling suffocated, I cupped her smooth face, lovingly caressed it, and finally kissed her deeply, our tongues exchanging and absorbing each other, allowing love to sublimate.
I mischievously touched Jing's round, full body and whispered, "Let's take off our clothes. I need to admire and caress you without any obstruction." I took off my own clothes first, then helped Jing undress. Jing obediently, without resistance, a beautiful body was revealed before me. I hugged her from behind, my hands able to grasp her full breasts. By this time, my little brother was already erect, affecting our intimate contact. She laughed and slapped it, "Good little brother, wait a bit before you exert yourself." After saying that, we snuggled together. I looked at Jing's smooth, full naked body from behind, not disturbing her as she slowly admired it. My desire slowly rose. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, "I want to eat you. To make you belong to me forever." "I..." After saying that, I picked up a condom and was about to put it on. I didn't want our sex to get complicated and cause trouble for each other. Jing told me that I didn't need to wear a condom, that it was safe, and that I could take birth control pills. Besides, she didn't like being intimate with a distance between us. I removed the condom and went straight into the depths of Jing's forest, where it was already surging with waves. We played wildly and expressed our love for each other. I had her sit on top of me with her back to me, her buttocks moving up and down. Her full buttocks looked even rounder in this position. Right in my field of vision, the black mole on the middle of her left buttock stood out against her flawless white buttocks. Jing said it was a lucky mole, otherwise why would she be with me? She said that people with moles on their buttocks are very popular with the opposite sex and are prone to one-night stands or love triangles. I asked her, "So, do you like your husband more or me?" Jing playfully replied, "Of course I like you! Otherwise, why would your little brother always bully me?" This strongly stimulated me, making me incredibly excited. Jing also moaned passionately. I gave her all the energy I had accumulated over the past two days, shouting, "I love you, I love you!" I reached my climax amidst the loud passion, lying on her body for a long time, unwilling to get down, and slowly fell asleep.
I don't know when, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in her arms. She had been holding me, not asleep, stroking me tenderly, saying with endless love, "Let me have a baby for you." Hearing this, my heart trembled. Lately, both Jing and I had been frequently touching that line we had previously ignored. I knew that our passion wasn't just about satisfying each other's sexual desires; it had deepened. Issues that we usually overlooked naturally surfaced when our passion reached its peak. Every act of passion has a different ending. How will things turn out for us? This question will haunt me more and more. You are my dearest, but I am too late. I don't want to face the future; right now, I just want to be intoxicated in your fragrant embrace, not wanting to wake up.
After we finished, her long hair was disheveled, covering half her face. Her naked body, her breasts high and firm, her lower body bare, revealing a thick forest of pubic hair. Her labia were slightly parted, and some fluid glistened between her legs. A very noticeable black mole adorned the middle of her plump left buttock. After taking off her clothes, she was completely different. Clothed, she looked incredibly sexy; her large buttocks and waist, freed from the constraints of clothing, appeared even more enormous. She exuded youthful energy, truly captivating. Holding Jing's mature body, my heart was filled with boundless love. Sometimes I thought, if she weren't married, she would be the lover I would pursue. But all of this remained in my heart; I didn't say it aloud. I knew our love couldn't be taken seriously, so I numbed myself, not thinking about the future, just enjoying the present.
(2)
Since we never used condoms when we were together, my fears came true.
She said, "I'm pregnant." I was momentarily stunned. Jing's expression was serious, as if she wasn't joking.
I asked, "Are you really pregnant?" She countered, "If you are, what do you think we should do?"
I was speechless. This was a difficult question to answer.
"I knew you were a cowardly man, afraid of taking responsibility," she pretended to be angry.
"If you're pregnant, then marry me," I also pretended to be a man.
"Come on, how will we face anyone after that?" she said.
Yes. Breaking up her family and then reuniting them would make people say what? Joy is happiness, but there are always some annoying things waiting for you to deal with.
Walking alone in the wind, I took her hand, she shook it off, I took it again, she shook it off again. I wrapped my arms around her, watching her struggle in my embrace, and tried to kiss her. Her head kept shaking, but finally I kissed her. Suddenly, she seemed to go crazy, kissing me back, holding me tightly with both arms. She kissed my lips, my eyes, my neck forcefully and deeply. Then she buried her face in my chest, sobbing softly.
I could only pat her back gently and whisper what was wrong. I comforted her, telling her it was okay, everything could be resolved.
Finally, she said, "I just suspect I'm pregnant. I don't know yet. I have to wait another week to find out."
I held her tightly; it was my carelessness that made her so worried.
Jing asked, "When I'm not by your side, do you ever think about me?" I said yes, almost every day. She laughed and said, "Me too. I thought of you when I made love with my husband." After a while, she asked, "I've really fallen for you, what should I do?" I was at a loss. We both just wanted to find some pleasure in this mundane world, but our hearts were being tormented.
"You just want to make love with me, right?" Jing asked. "No, I like you too," I stammered.
I leaned down to kiss her face, and suddenly she hugged me tightly. Looking at her, her eyes were open, filled with tears.
"xxx, I love you," she said. We hugged each other tightly.
She reached out and stroked my face. "A man like you can make women lose their way," she said. I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to seduce you." She laughed, "It was my own desire to indulge myself." We were so close. We couldn't control ourselves anymore. I kissed her, and she kissed me back. I slipped my hand inside her bra and caressed her breasts. She said, "This feels so good." I said, "Let me suckle them." She said, "No, it'll arouse my desire, and that'll be troublesome
." Honestly, I didn't know where I went wrong. Holding Jing tightly, for a fleeting moment, I felt a sense of pride and satisfaction at being a responsible man, but quickly I felt lost. What if the woman in my arms really loved me?
A week passed in anxiety. One weekend morning, while I was still sleeping in, Jing called, her voice urgent and low, "I'm really pregnant." I jumped out of bed and went to find her. We went back to my house together.
I never imagined that my words, "Let me have your baby," would become a reality.
"How did you get pregnant? Didn't you take the pill?" I asked. She didn't answer for a long time. "Did your husband get you pregnant?" "Can we not talk about this?" She hesitated. I said, "I feel so guilty." After a long while, she sighed softly. "I'm a bad woman. I'm afraid you'll despise me if I tell you." I said, "Go ahead and tell me. No matter what, I love you."
Jing said, "We've been married for a long time and I haven't gotten pregnant. I've always doubted my fertility. So, that day, I didn't take the pill." I wasn't too surprised and asked her, "You wanted to see if you could get pregnant?" She said, "Yes." "When I found out I was pregnant, I was a little worried, but mostly happy. I knew I was okay," she said. I said, "But you're taking too much risk. It's our child." She said, "It's worth it. And..." She stopped. I said, "And what?" She said, "I heard that after getting pregnant once, it's easier to get pregnant again." She smiled shyly after saying that. "Oh, you want to use me to have a child?" I pretended to be angry. She said, "No, no, it's true, I really like you. I've fallen in love with you now."
After a passionate kiss, I took off her glasses, lifted her bra, and began to suckle her breasts. Her hands kept kneading my hair, her body twisting and turning. She made short, drawn-out "ah" sounds. I slowly moved down, kissing her lower abdomen and navel, while pulling off her pants and bra. She reached out to stop me, but I went with the flow. Her smooth, white thighs and glossy black hair were incredibly alluring. My lips slowly kissed down her thighs, to her calves, to her toes, and back to her thighs, gently brushing across her midsection before moving to her other leg. She was starting to lose control, her eyes closed, her body trembling occasionally.
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? First, I gently bit her buttocks, then lightly licked her perineum with the tip of my tongue. I gently rubbed her buttocks with my hands. The black mole on the middle of her left buttock was covered by my hand, without any flaws. Her round, white buttocks were irresistible, and her lower body twisted even more violently. Her mysterious place slowly opened, her flower core moist and glistening. My mouth covered it. In her near-dizziness, she cried out softly, "No, dirty." But her body did not reject me; instead, her legs clamped tightly around me. My mouth held both lips, my tongue gently pushing in. Her buttocks lifted up, constantly thrusting upwards. My tongue sometimes went in, sometimes swept across her outside. When she was about to climax, I took her entire body into my mouth, my upper lip pressed against her vulva, my tongue constantly teasing inside her vagina. She cried out, her body straightening, feeling her private parts constantly convulsing. After a while, she calmed down.
I was also tired, and lay down beside her. She smiled at me. I asked, "Do you hate me?" She said, "No, thank you." I laughed, "Thank me for what?" She said, "For letting me taste the pleasure of adultery."
Her hand slipped inside my clothes, caressing my breasts, then unzipped my pants and began to stroke me with her hand. "Want me to help you?" she asked. "No, you can't get too tired," I said. "You come on top, you idiot," she said.
I had been erect for quite some time. I took off my pants, straddled her breasts, not daring to press down on her, and supported myself on the bed with my hands. She took me in her mouth, squeezing me up and down with both hands. It was so stimulating that I quickly ejaculated in her mouth. After I finished, she kept me in her mouth for a long time before letting me out.
We cleaned up, and I laughed at her, "Your technique has improved, did your husband teach you?" She said, "Self-taught." "You're so smart." "Of course." We teased each other and hugged again.
After that, I felt our relationship suddenly progressed rapidly. She was incredibly gentle with me, of course, when we were alone. We also went out at night, but we walked and talked like a couple. Sometimes we would kiss passionately in the dark. Touching sensitive spots was the most direct way for us to make each other happy.
(3)
Because Jing was pregnant, we hadn't done anything for a long time. One day we were together again and couldn't control ourselves anymore.
We quickly took off our clothes and hugged each other naked. There was no foreplay before we started. I was worried, so I asked her if it was okay. She said, "No problem." I said, "I mean, are you not afraid?" She said, "It's okay." I still had a shadow in my heart, afraid that something unexpected would happen.
She hugged my buttocks tightly and guided me in with her hands. It wasn't wet, but it wasn't very dry either. It was very tight. This feeling was the most comfortable. I asked her, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head without answering. Gradually, it became slippery and didn't feel so tight anymore. I straightened up, supporting myself with my hands, and thrust back and forth for a while. Feeling I couldn't hold back any longer, I lay on top of her, rubbing against her tightly. This way, I wasn't as aroused, and I didn't feel like I was about to ejaculate. I held her, pressed close, and thrust left and right, rotating and rubbing back and
forth. Soon, she bit her lip, letting out a long, tense sigh. I rolled over and lay beneath her. I lifted my head and kissed and sucked her breasts. I lifted her buttocks, making her move continuously. My hands gently caressed her bare back, sometimes touching her buttocks, arms, and armpits, making her shiver with pleasure against me. Sometimes I grabbed her buttocks and pushed her back and forth. Our pubic bones clenched tightly together, the pubic hair rubbing together. Before long, she experienced another moment of pleasure, from tension to relaxation.
I stood up, grabbed her legs, and dragged her to the edge of the bed. I entered her standing up. I released her hands, put my hands on my hips, and continued to thrust in, relying solely on arching my back. I watched her snow-white skin, her full body swaying on the bed. The bed was low, and I always felt I couldn't get enough leverage. So I lifted her up. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms tightly around my neck, her breasts pressed against me. I tossed her up and down, rubbing her vigorously, penetrating deeply, sometimes veering slightly, suddenly hitting the sides, pausing, and then entering again. It was like a small boat in a rapid current, hitting weeds, hitting rocks, pausing, spinning, and then moving forward again. In the swift current, I went fast; in the open, I slowed; in the steep water, I plunged down quickly and then tossed her up, then landed on the surface.
Each time I tossed her up, I sucked on her nipples. I pressed my fingers against her vulva, rubbing it incessantly. At first, her breathing was heavy, but later all I could hear was her moaning. With each thrust, I asked her, "Does it feel good?" She initially gasped, "Yes, it feels good." As the movements quickened, my words became increasingly crude, even vulgar, each thrust accompanied by a vicious curse. Finally, I relaxed, and we both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.
I didn't ejaculate inside her. She seemed concerned for me, saying, "This will hurt your body." I said, "Once or twice is fine." But she still went to the bathroom to wash. I used her towel to dry myself. We returned, both exhausted, lying on the bed.
Her head rested on my chest, her lips licking my nipples, her hands caressing my limp genitals. I said, "Want more?" She said, "That's enough. I came so many times while I was standing." I said, "Was that stimulating?" She said, "Yeah. I really can't take it anymore. I've never done this before."
"I'll reward you." She smiled mischievously and went to my crotch. She guided me into her warm mouth. I felt a little sensitive, so I asked her to be gentle. She let go, pulled my penis up with her hand, and kissed my crotch. First, she kissed, then gently sucked on each part. Her tongue swept around. My legs supported my body, and I tried to lift myself up, but her tongue went lower and lower.
Suddenly she pounced on me and kissed me fiercely, biting my lips with her teeth. I said, "It hurts." She eagerly moved down, biting all over my chest. "Don't do this," I said. She didn't listen and didn't stop. I got a little angry, picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pressed her down on my back. Her head turned back, still looking for my body to bite. I controlled her hands with my hands and put my tongue into her mouth, stirring it around. He kept saying, "Baby. Baby," and began to kiss and nibble on her fair back. She slowly calmed down, and I reached my hands from behind to her chest, caressing her breasts and gently stroking her nipples. She arched her back, her breasts dangling in the air, swaying at the slightest touch.
I held her lower abdomen and pulled her back, causing her body to arch, her buttocks slamming high. I knelt on the bed, gently biting her buttocks and licking the beauty mark on her left buttock. My hand touched her genitals; they were slightly wet. I tried to enter her. Because the height wasn't quite right, we both adjusted several times before finally getting in. I supported her buttocks with both hands, watching the in-and-out movements, feeling incredibly sensitive and stimulating. Sometimes I pulled out completely, watching her slightly open vulva slowly close. The pink flesh inside gradually disappeared. I could also control her buttocks with my hands, making her clench tighter or looser. Or tightening just before I came, or tightening when I was deeply inside. She cried out in a suppressed voice, "Don't stop, don't stop." Emptiness, then filling. Fullness, then wetness. Hardness, then softness. Flesh and flesh. So distinct, so real.
Finally, I thrust in and out a few times forcefully, then quickly pulled out. She quickly turned and took me into her mouth. Deeply, I pressed against her throat, holding her head, and released with pleasure. I didn't want to take it out of her mouth, and she kept it in, her tongue licking back and forth. Naked body, breasts high and firm, lower body smooth, with a thick forest of hair, labia slightly parted, some fluid glistening between her legs. A very obvious black mole adorned the middle of her plump left buttock. Looking at her full, white naked body, with my penis in her mouth, her disheveled hair, her wanton expression, I was truly unable to resist.
Suddenly, she gagged, hurriedly released me, and ran into the bathroom, not coming out for a long time. I was already getting dressed and handed her her clothes. While she was getting dressed, I hugged her and said, "Feeling unwell, darling?" She said, "It's nothing, just a little nauseous, but I'm fine now."
"After the baby is born, can we still make love?" she asked. "Maybe you won't like me anymore," I said. "Do you know what I hope for most? What I hope for most is that one day, when we're both old, we'll make love together." She laughed and said, "I don't want that. I just want you to remember me now. When we're old, our skin is wrinkled, and we're ugly. Our breasts sag like pockets. I won't make love to you then."
I hugged her tightly. Silently. I know I like her young body, so I like her. When we're really old, will I still like her
? Past events are like smoke, fleeting years like flowing water, like scattered white clouds. Occasionally, you can taste the rain, but how can you hold onto the clouds...?

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