(Urban Life) Tingting, the Headmistress of the School of Wetness

Chapter 1: Ren Ting's Drunkenness

In May, the results of the provincial standardized courseware competition were announced. My courseware for the ninth-grade Chinese class, "Kong Yiji," won second prize. Therefore, the school sent me to Tai'an to receive the award and attend a lecture on standardized junior high school courses in the province.

Originally, each school only had one spot, but because I was there to receive the award, an extra spot was allocated. The remaining spot went to Ren Tingting, the head of the teaching department. Everyone knew that this so-called "study" was actually just a disguised publicly funded trip, with daily stipends. Such benefits, of course, wouldn't fall to ordinary teachers; it was mostly middle and upper management of the school who participated.

There were about twenty people from our entire city participating. This time, the team was led by Director Wang from the Municipal Education Bureau's Archives Office. This kind of activity had absolutely nothing to do with the Archives Office, but Director Wang was indeed very influential. Her husband was the first deputy director of the Education Bureau, practically the second most powerful person in the bureau. No one would dare to compete with her for the spot.

The award ceremony and training session only took one day, while the remaining four days were mostly spent sightseeing. A trip to Tai'an and Mount Tai was a must, and it was scheduled for the last day. I never expected that on Mount Tai, I would develop a rather ambiguous relationship with Director Wang, who was of average appearance but exceptionally voluptuous. We even had a tacit agreement to have a passionate encounter on the way down.

However, plans don't always go as expected. Just after descending the mountain, Director Wang received a notice from the provincial education research office that all the accompanying education bureau staff from various cities needed to travel to Jinan that evening to attend a so-called expert report meeting.

I had originally wanted to experience what it was like to have sex with such a voluptuous woman, but now that was on hold. The desire that Director Wang had aroused on the way down the mountain had to be suppressed.

That evening, the training session essentially ended. As is customary, the last meal was a group dinner, and then everyone went home the next day.

For ordinary people like us, this kind of gathering was just a simple meal. But for the middle and upper management of the school, it was a mission. They had to frequently travel between tables in different sister cities to strengthen relationships between schools, toasting, serving drinks, and pouring beverages—the profound and extensive nature of Chinese drinking culture was fully demonstrated.

By the end of the gathering, everyone was staggering and drunk, including Ren Tingting.

Since her colleagues from other schools in the city had either already returned to their hotels or gone out for a night out, the arduous task of taking her back to her hotel naturally fell to me, a colleague from the same school.

Speaking of which, Ren Tingting's appearance is quite good. Although she wasn't among the school's top five mature beauties, if you added five more spots, she would probably be one of them.

She was about forty-six or forty-seven years old, considered one of the older female teachers at the school. Her short hair made her look very capable. She had an oval face, fair skin, and large, double-lidded eyes. However, due to the passage of time, she had deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. But the constant smile on her face, coupled with her slow, soft-spoken manner, gave her a kind and gentle air.

She was about 1.67 meters tall, and with her sneakers, she was almost 1.7 meters. However, time hadn't allowed her to maintain her youthful, slender figure; she had become slightly out of shape and had gained weight. Of course, she wasn't as obese as Director Wang, but her buttocks were somewhat sagging and quite large. Underneath her clothes, one could vaguely sense some fat on her lower abdomen.

I supported her, one hand tightly gripping her arm, the other encircling her slightly fleshy waist.

Her entire body was practically leaning against me, and I had to support her forcefully to move her slowly forward. She cried out from the back, "Don't help me, I'm not drunk yet."

Although Ren Tingting reeked of alcohol, what intoxicated me was the unique scent of a mature woman emanating from her. Since she was almost in my arms, some touching was inevitable, giving me a blatant opportunity to take advantage of her.

Of course, I wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

As a school leader, I've fantasized about her countless times, especially when I was fixing her office computer. I downloaded many of her photos, particularly those of her barefoot by the stream during her trip to Yuntai Mountain. Those became my treasures. And the picture of her sitting on a rock, feet pointing forward with the soles facing the camera, her tender skin glistening with water droplets, though wrinkled, lacked the dead skin often seen in older women who neglect their appearance, always stirred my desire to taste it.

I only got those photos last autumn, and because of the weather, I haven't seen her wear sandals at school since. I can only occasionally stare at those black leather shoes and imagine what her toes look like.

We entered the hotel elevator, and since it was just the two of us, I simply pulled Ren Tingting into my arms. To outsiders, our embrace would look like that of a couple.

The absence of others gave me even more opportunity to grope her. I said, "Tingting, we're almost there, hold on tight,"

while pretending to straighten her body. My hand, which was around her waist, slowly moved down to support her body, pressing directly against her slightly sagging buttocks. A mature woman's buttocks are different from those of a young girl; although they lack that round, firm elasticity, they feel as soft as cotton, making my hand sink deep into them.

My other hand, which had been gripping her arm, was pressed against one of her breasts. Her breasts were so soft that my fingers sank into them with the slightest pressure. Her breasts weren't small; although not a D cup, they were definitely a C cup. This caressing, combined with the gradual rubbing of my erection against her body, was incredibly pleasurable, reigniting the lust that Director Wang had aroused.

I helped Ren Tingting into her room. She had originally shared a room with Director Wang, but he had suddenly left, leaving her alone.

(Was it comfortable?) Just as we entered the room and closed the door, before I could even help her to the bed, Ren Tingting suddenly turned to me and asked. Her eyes were hazy, clearly still drunk, but my caresses had gotten a little too carried away, and my movements had become a bit too forceful, making her uncomfortable.

(I…) Her words stunned me, my mind went blank, but what excited me even more was yet to come.

Ren Tingting suddenly hugged me, her breath reeking of alcohol as she lunged at me, pressing her lips against mine in surprise.

It was the first time I'd ever been kissed so forcefully by a woman. Although she was a mature woman, her kissing technique wasn't great; she clearly hadn't had much experience. I completely accepted the kiss that was offered to me, ignoring the alcohol fumes, and eagerly sucked on her tongue, swallowing her saliva.

The kiss ended quickly. Watching Ren Tingting's tongue circle her lips, licking the saliva back into her mouth, aroused my desire. Just as I was about to take her tongue back into my mouth, Ren Tingting suddenly reached out and grabbed my erect penis, saying, "Wow, so big!" before slowly squatting down…

Chapter Two: Drunken Passion

Although Ren Tingting was very drunk, her hand still swiftly unzipped my pants. Before I could fully react, I felt my underwear being pulled down, and my limp penis was directly grasped in Ren Tingting's hand.

And then she leaned her head forward slightly, and my penis was completely immersed in a warm, moist embrace. Not only was it tightly gripped by her softness, but the powerful suction seemed to draw it all into that warm depths. Her slippery tongue entwined around my glans, constantly brushing against the tip.

If I could have controlled myself during the previous kiss, Ren Tingting's actions now completely overwhelmed me. Under her sucking, my penis swelled rapidly, waves of pleasure washing over my entire body.

Although Ren Tingting wasn't young, and her looks and figure were only average, I, having abstained for several days, wasn't going to be picky. Besides, mature women were my favorite, and this was the first time I'd experienced a woman her age.

And I never imagined that the usually gentle and generous, even somewhat authoritative, head teacher would become so wild when drunk.

(Ah…) Ren Tingting's sucking technique was excellent. The entire inner wall of her mouth tightly enveloped my penis, her tongue rapidly sweeping across the glans. The immense suction at the very back felt like it was trying to swallow my entire penis.

The waves of pleasurable sensations emanating from my penis caused my desire to swell continuously, completely overwhelming my worries. Who cares what tomorrow will bring? Right now, the most important thing is to enjoy myself.

One hand pressed down on Ren Tingting's head, my hips thrusting into her throat, while the other hand slipped inside the open collar of her white shirt, directly grabbing her breasts beneath her bra. Ren
Tingting's breasts were very soft. At her age, they were inevitably somewhat loose, even sagging, but the softness felt wonderful, like pressing on cotton. Her nipples were large, like dates, firm yet soft. Moreover, her breasts were not something I could cover with one hand. I hadn't noticed them when they were visible through her clothes, but now they felt so large to the touch.

(Poof!) Ren Tingting spat out my fully erect penis. Her hands began to tear at her clothes, but because of her drunkenness, she was very strong. When she ripped open her shirt, several buttons popped off. The belt on her pants was not so easy to remove; she tugged at it several times but couldn't budge it an inch. Instead, it only got tighter.

(Let me do it.) My clothes were off in no time. I stood naked in front of the bed, my entire body erect and menacing. Watching Ren Tingting's frantic movements, I pushed her upper body down onto the bed and reached directly to take off her pants.

With my help, Ren Tingting's hands easily withdrew, and she began to rub her exposed breasts, even occasionally pinching her nipples, which were already as hard as red dates.

I quickly unbuckled Ren Tingting's belt, ripped off her uniform pants along with her loose underwear, and as her vulva was fully exposed, a strong, pungent odor filled my nostrils.

Ren Tingting's lower body was already a muddy mess; her pubic area was thick and dark, clearly the type with a strong sex drive and a long history of sexual activity. The vaginal fluid on her labia glistened under the light, and her thick black pubic hair was already soaked and sticking together in a messy clump.

This scent unique to mature women quickly aroused me. She raised her legs high, her vulva right in front of me. I wrapped one of her legs with my arm, and with my other hand, I gripped my penis, gently rubbing it against her vaginal fluid a few times. I parted her thick labia, aimed at her soft, tender vulva, and thrust in. My entire penis easily entered that warm embrace, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out from her honeyed opening, completely enveloping my penis.

Ren Tingting's plump pussy was a bit loose, making the thrusting experience quite different from that of a young girl.

(Ah...ah...so good...harder, faster...ah...fuck me...fuck me harder...it feels so good...) As I thrust, Ren Tingting moaned ecstatically, her legs draped over my shoulders, her buttocks slightly raised to meet my movements, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her soft breasts heaving with each thrust.

(You slut...clench tighter, you're still wet enough, how does my cock compare to your husband's?) Watching Ren Tingting's juices gush under my cock, I became even more excited. She was practically my direct superior, and she often scolded me when we were doing this. I used to look at her big, plump ass and curse her in my heart, wanting to fuck her to death, and now it had actually come true.

(Little brother...your cock is so thick, much better than his...fuck...fuck me...it feels so good...ah...faster...) Ren Tingting moaned loudly, rarely so unrestrained.

I held Ren Tingting's legs together, making her vagina tightly grip my penis. With each thrust, the pink flesh between her large labia turned outwards.

This position allowed me to easily press my face against the soles of her feet.

Ren Tingting was wearing gray stockings, which carried a faint scent of sweat from a day of hiking. This scent, mixed with the mature fragrance emanating from her body, fueled my rising heat, and my penis, inside Ren Tingting's wet vagina, grew increasingly hard.

With continued thrusting, I slowly pulled off the short stockings from Ren Tingting's feet, holding them tightly in my hands.

Because Ren Tingting likes to wear sandals and high heels, this wasn't the first time I'd seen her small feet. In fact, when I helped her fix her computer before, I secretly saved all the photos she took barefoot by a stream during her travels, especially the ones of her sitting on a rock with her legs stretched out, which fully displayed her rosy soles.

Due to her age, Ren Tingting's feet no longer had the delicate smoothness of a young girl's; they carried a hint of weariness and wrinkles, but the shape was beautiful, and there wasn't much dead skin or large calluses—quite well-maintained for a woman her age.

My tongue licked the soles of Ren Tingting's feet; the faint smell of sweat mingled with the fragrance of her feet. I greedily sucked on each of her toes, my tongue darting between them.

(Ah...ah...so good...I can't take it anymore...faster...ah...) Ren Tingting, who had been deprived of sex for a long time, kept stroking her breasts with both hands. Under my thrusting, her mouth remained open, and moans kept coming out of her mouth. My tongue wriggling on her feet made her body tremble. Her hands were almost buried deep in her tender breasts. Deep in her vagina, a hot stream poured directly onto my glans. At the same time, a hot stream spread out from her lower body, flowing directly from the point where our bodies met onto the sheets. I didn't expect that Ren Tingting would lose control of her bladder during her orgasm.

Seeing that Ren Tingting had reached her climax, I could no longer restrain myself. The speed of my thrusts increased rapidly. Looking at Ren Tingting's wide-open red lips, groaning with excitement, I felt my ejaculation spiral out of control. I quickly pulled my entire penis out of Ren Tingting's vagina and shoved it directly into her mouth. A thick stream of liquid instantly filled her mouth, some even spraying out and splashing onto her face.

I smeared the remaining liquid from my penis onto Ren Tingting's face. Seeing that my penis had completely softened, I lay down beside Ren Tingting, panting heavily. I had thought tonight would be a disappointment, but unexpectedly, I had this unexpected encounter. Looking at Ren Tingting, her face covered in semen and drunk, I wondered what it would be like when she sobered up tomorrow.

Chapter 3 Morning Exercise

When the sunlight shone through the window onto the bed, feeling its warmth, I slowly opened my eyes.

A mature scent filled my nostrils, and a soft body tightly embraced me beside me.

Ren Tingting's face was very close to mine. Her looks were average, with slight crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but even this housewife-like face could arouse a man's desire to conquer.

She was completely naked, tightly embracing my body. Her voluptuous, slightly fleshy body, while lacking the smoothness of a young girl, possessed a unique softness.

I slightly turned to the side and kissed Ren Tingting's lips deeply, while my hands climbed onto her nearly D-cup breasts, which were slightly sagging. My fingers playfully tugged at her purplish-red nipples.

The smell of alcohol still lingered in Ren Tingting's mouth, but I didn't care. While our tongues entwined, I generously poured my saliva into her mouth.

(Mmm!) Feeling the foreign object in her mouth and the strange sensation in her chest, Ren Tingting let out a soft moan and opened her eyes.

(Huh?) Feeling herself naked in a man's arms, and that man not only kissing her but also constantly rubbing her body, she felt a surge of fear mixed with heartache. She pushed me away forcefully and quickly pulled the blanket over herself.

(How is it you?) Seeing that the man holding her was me, Ren Tingting was very surprised.

(Sister Ting.) Ren Tingting looked exceptionally alluring now. Although the blanket covered most of her body, some skin was still exposed, especially her legs. Her feet were facing me. Remembering the kisses and licks from last night, my penis involuntarily rose a little higher. I leaned forward slightly and grabbed her toes.

(What are you doing?) My action made Ren Tingting seem to be electrocuted. She suddenly pulled her foot back and looked at me defensively.

(What's wrong? Sister Ting, you really liked it yesterday.) I looked at Ren Tingting. I didn't believe that she was really so drunk that she didn't remember anything yesterday.

(Last night, the two of us?) Ren Tingting rubbed her aching head, some images flashing through her mind.

(You were very proactive yesterday.) I looked at Ren Tingting, not moving closer, giving her enough space to think.

(How could this happen?) Ren Tingting frowned, some images in her mind becoming clearer and clearer. She couldn't believe she had been so promiscuous while drunk. The person in front of her was her colleague, her daughter was only a few years younger than him, and she was old enough to be his mother. Moreover, she was a traditional woman, and in her entire life, she had only been intimate with her husband. Now, she didn't know how to face her husband and daughter, how to face her colleague. Tears of regret welled up in her eyes.

(Baby, don't cry, I won't tell anyone.) Seeing Ren Tingting's tears, I suddenly moved closer and hugged her voluptuous body, kissing her face and sucking the tears into my mouth.

(What are you doing? Let me go.) Ren Tingting struggled fiercely, but my hands were holding her tightly, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free.

(Baby, I won't let go. You moaned so happily last night. Isn't my thing much bigger than your husband's?) Ren Tingting's struggles aroused me immensely, like playing a rape game. The more she struggled, the more excited I became. My penis pressed directly against Ren Tingting's soft, big buttocks, rubbing lightly.

(No, we can't do this. If you keep doing this, I'll call for help.) Feeling a pair of large hands roaming over her breasts and a hot, hard penis rubbing against her buttocks, Ren Tingting felt a surge of fear as her body began to experience waves of pleasure. The feeling from last night suddenly resurfaced. The thick penis penetrating her was an unprecedented excitement. She even felt as if she had let it ejaculate into her mouth and swallow it—a privilege even her husband had never enjoyed. She would at most give her husband oral sex to add some spice, but she had never sucked it out.

(Go ahead and call for help. We're all from the same system. What will they think if you call them?) I picked up Ren Tingting, threw the blankets she was carrying aside, and pressed myself against her again.

Because of my words, Ren Tingting didn't dare to move. Her mouth was open, but she didn't dare to make a sound. This made it easy for me to spread her legs apart, find my penis in the already stretched flesh, and thrust my hips, easily inserting it.

The vagina of a mature woman of her age is already somewhat loose, lacking the tightness of a young girl, but the softness that only a mature woman possesses is something a young girl doesn't have.

I just inserted it inside and casually thrust in and out a few times. Ren Tingting's vagina was already overflowing with spring water, very muddy, and I could only feel warm liquid surrounding my penis.

(Ah!) Although Ren Tingting clenched her teeth tightly, with my violent thrusting, she finally let out a soft moan. Although she quickly bit her lip, the sound still instantly surpassed the smacking sounds of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina.

(Baby, does it feel good? Let it out, don't hold back, just like yesterday.) Seeing Ren Tingting finally let out a moan under my assault, I became even more excited. My hands gripped her soft breasts, kneading them vigorously, and my hips thrust faster, as if powered by a small electric motor.

Soon, at the point where our genitals met, the fluids secreted by Ren Tingting's body turned into patches of white foam, staining our pubic hair.

Ren Tingting felt as if she no longer belonged there, her whole body light and airy. Every thrust of the man on top of her filled her with immense pleasure.

Feeling that thick member again, everything that happened last night became so clear.

(Ah…) The feeling of excitement completely overwhelmed her. At this moment, she forgot her husband, forgot her shyness, and only wanted to wholeheartedly enjoy the pleasure of the thrusts.

(Ah...ah...harder...harder...ah, I can't take it anymore, it's hitting my chest...ah...so good...) Once she opened her mouth, the frenzied moans were like the Yellow River bursting its banks, instantly filling the entire room.

Ren Tingting's legs were raised high, she arched her buttocks as high as possible, letting her overflowing, lustful vagina fully welcome my penis.

Because of her cooperation, my penis thrust in and out, I could feel the peristalsis of her vaginal walls, that peristalsis brushing against my penis again and again, bringing me wave after wave of pleasure.

(Baby, you're so good, look, your cunt is so wet, squeeze tighter, yes, that's it.) Ren Tingting's wantonness excited me even more, I grabbed her raised legs, kissing from her calves all the way to her toes, my tongue wandering between her toes, my lips sucking them one by one. After a night, the smell on her feet had faded a lot, but it still excited me immensely.

The feeling of foot licking last night was still fresh and exciting for Ren Tingting, but she was drunk and couldn't fully experience the pleasure. However, as she watched the man holding her feet in his hands, his pink tongue darting between her toes, it was a feeling of conquest. A woman her age, and young men were captivated by her, even kissing her feet as if they were crawling at his feet.

(Ah…I’m coming…I’m coming…I’m coming…) Ren Tingting’s cries suddenly grew louder, her entire soft body stiffened, and I could even feel the toes stretching in his mouth. Inside her already wet vagina, a huge gush of fluid spurted out.

I slowly pulled my penis out of Ren Tingting's flesh, and a gush of liquid gushed out, not as much as the incontinence last night, but still leaving a large wet stain on the sheets.

Her two thick labia were pressed tightly together, and a coin-sized opening opened and closed with her breath. I could even clearly see the pink flesh inside, and the cloudy liquid slowly flowed out, down her buttocks, wetting her anus.

Chapter Four: Let Me Do It

(Feels Good, Doesn't It?) I lay on top of Ren Tingting, playing with her breasts in my hands, and kissing her face incessantly.

Ren Tingting was breathing heavily, her face flushed, indicating that the afterglow hadn't faded. The events of last night weren't as clear as they were this morning. She felt as if she wasn't herself anymore. She had never experienced such a wonderful feeling before. She hadn't even had sex in years. Her husband used to just thrust into her randomly, releasing his pent-up desires, at most asking her to give him oral sex. Later, as he got older, he wouldn't even touch her anymore, let alone kiss her feet like that. Suddenly, in this young man, she found her long-lost youth again.

(So good!) Ren Tingting whispered, her face slightly red, enjoying my kisses. She had completely let go. She had lost her initial shyness, and the pleasurable feeling I gave her made her forget all her worries. The thrill of this clandestine encounter was something she had never experienced before. She even responded by hugging my body with both hands.

(Let's continue.) My penis rubbed against Ren Tingting's soft belly a few times, then I reached down to her vulva, gently touching her clitoris. I kissed her lips and asked,

"Want to go again?" I could feel Ren Tingting's body tremble slightly from my touch, but she paused for a moment after hearing my words.

My vigorous thrusting had lasted for over ten minutes, and there had been another intense session last night. Ren Tingting was surprised by my stamina; her husband, even in his youth, could only last ten minutes before collapsing from exhaustion and falling asleep, sometimes finishing in just a few minutes as he aged.

(You've had your fun, but I'm still holding back.) I lowered my head, gently biting her nipple.

Ren Tingting glanced at my thick penis. (Aren't you tired? It was so intense just now.)

(I'm not tired at all when I'm having fun with you like this.) I looked at Ren Tingting, one hand holding my hard penis, rubbing it against her wet vaginal opening. Just a slight thrust would penetrate her warm flesh.

(You lie down, I'll do it this time.) Ren Tingting smiled slightly, her hand suddenly grabbing my penis, and using her other hand to support my body as I pressed down.

I lay on the bed, watching Ren Tingting's legs spread on either side of my body, squatting on top of me. Although I've been with so many women, I've never experienced such a proactive position.

Ren Tingting's one hand gripped my hard penis, and the other hand pressed directly against her two dark labia, slowly spreading them apart.

I could clearly see the pink fleshy opening enclosed by her labia, my penis directly pressing against the entrance of that tender opening, feeling the softness of that tender flesh.

As the opening of her vagina spread, the vaginal fluid flowed out, most of it dripping onto my glans and running down my penis.

(Here I come!)

As Ren Tingting went from squatting to kneeling, her entire body slowly lowered, and my penis was gradually swallowed by her vagina. The soft, warm sensation slowly eroded my penis.

This position didn't require much effort from me. With the rise and fall of Ren Tingting's body, my penis moved in and out of her vagina. With each descent, my penis penetrated as deeply as possible into her body. I could feel the pressure and friction of the vaginal walls, and I could also feel the slight sucking of my glans from deep within her vagina.

(Ah...ah...so deep...ah...it's pierced me...ah...it's so good...ah...ah...)

Ren Tingting's speed increased continuously, even her short hair fluttered and bounced with her movements, especially her breasts, which bounced up and down with the movement. This bouncing was also a heavy burden for her, so she simply gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, constantly pressing and kneading them.

Ren Tingting's wanton appearance greatly satisfied me. The school's dean of students had been taken down by me, adding a few more pleasures to my sexual life.

(Slap slap slap!) Watching my penis enter her vagina with each thrust, I couldn't help but move my hips. Her buttocks and my thighs collided with each other, making rhythmic sounds.

Each thrust of my penis caused the tender flesh around her vagina to turn outwards, and the lustful fluid that kept flowing out dripped from Ren Tingting's dark vulva, wetting our pubic hair. The point where our genitals met was practically a muddy mess.

(Baby, this feels so good. I didn't expect you to be so horny.) My hands gripped Ren Tingting's plump buttocks, shaking her up and down. This made the sounds of our bodies colliding louder and louder, and my thrusts in and out faster and faster.

(Ah...you...do you like me being horny...you're so amazing...ah...) Ren Tingting's breathing was so labored that her words were broken. She was almost powerless, lying on top of me, only her buttocks moving back and forth. Her big breasts were right in front of me, and I grabbed her nipples and sucked hard.

(Who's better, your husband or me?) I asked, biting Ren Tingting's nipple.

(You...ah...you're...much...much better than him...) Mentioning her husband, Ren Tingting was clearly taken aback, but the sudden flash of shame quickly disappeared under my accelerated thrusting.

(Then, how about I be your husband from now on!) My fingers circled around Ren Tingting's anus, and I could clearly feel the contractions of her anus caused by the thrusting of my penis.

(Okay...okay...husband...my good husband...love your wife well...ah...fuck this slut to death.) Ren Tingting kept kissing me, and her fingers stimulated my nipples.

Hearing Ren Tingting call me husband made me even more excited. I hugged her mature body tightly, and my hips moved faster and faster. I could clearly feel the lewd liquid flowing down my buttocks onto the bed, leaving large wet patches on the sheets.

(Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to come...I'm coming...) As I accelerated, Ren Tingting's body trembled, and I could clearly feel the writhing and tightening inside her vagina.

(Wait a minute, let's do it together.) I was also panting heavily, and my excitement had reached its peak. As I spoke, I increased the speed of my thrusts again, waves of pleasure surrounding my penis.

(Ah...it's coming...)

(Mmm!...Hoo...)

Ren Tingting's body trembled, and I felt a surge of heat gush out from deep within her vagina, drenching my penis. Stimulated by this impact, my ejaculation was triggered, and thick streams of semen poured directly into Ren Tingting's uterus, mixing completely with her vaginal fluids...

Chapter Five: Oral Sex in the Office

After returning to school, I resumed my blissful life. Although I'd been away for a few days, a group of virgins awaited my comfort, and it took me several days to satisfy their cunts.

Just after class, I closed the office door and headed to the administration office. I was busy with school matters and dealing with a few girls. I hadn't seen Ren Tingting for several days, and I couldn't just give up on the meat I'd already got; consolidating my position was necessary.

The administration office was in the building next door, next to the school's small conference room and the offices of the first and second vice-principals. Since Ren Tingting was considered a high-ranking official, the administration office was essentially her own office.

The administration office door was open. Because it was after class, several students were inside, surrounding Ren Tingting and talking about something.

I didn't say anything, but went inside and sat down on a sofa, my eyes scanning Ren Tingting's body up and down.

As the weather gradually warmed up, Ren Tingting was no longer wearing a business suit. She wore a white blouse, the outline of her bra faintly visible beneath, and a long black pleated skirt that covered most of her calves. On her feet were black high heels, and from the exposed insteps and half of her calves, it was clear she was wearing stockings.

Although Ren Tingting was still talking to several students, I knew she had seen me, because there was a slight hint of panic in her expression.

(Alright, you can go back now. Give me the list of participants for the activity later.) It was almost time for class, and Ren Tingting ended her conversation with the students.

(Goodbye, Teacher Ren.) The students politely left.

As the office door closed, I jumped up from the sofa and walked a few steps behind Ren Tingting. Although she was still tidying up her files, seemingly oblivious to my presence, I could tell from her slight trembling that she was extremely nervous.

(Baby, I missed you so much.) I hugged her tightly from behind, pressing my hands directly against her soft breasts.

(No, this is the office.) Ren Tingting hadn't expected me to be so bold, acting like this in the office. She struggled slightly, her hands quickly grabbing my hands.

The scent of her mature woman emanating from her, the embrace of her slightly voluptuous body, and the friction from her struggles quickly hardened my penis. I gently unbuttoned her blouse, my hand forcefully slipping inside her clothes, directly into her bra, kneading her soft breasts.

(What's wrong with this? This is more exciting, baby, I've missed you so much.) I kneaded Ren Tingting's nipple with one hand, while the other hand turned her head and pressed a heavy kiss onto her lips.

A passionate French kiss ensued, our tongues intertwining, moving from her mouth to mine, our saliva mixing and being swallowed greedily.

(You bad boy, you're humiliating me like this.) Ren Tingting's chest heaved, her mature scent surrounding me, making my penis throb and stand erect.

(That's nothing, there's more.) I held Ren Tingting's body, and with one hand, I simply unzipped my pants, releasing my penis, while grabbing Ren Tingting's hand and making her hold it tightly.

(Are you crazy? Put it back in right now.) Ren Tingting was startled by my actions and quickly grabbed my penis and tried to shove it back into my pants.

(No, I want you to give me oral sex.) I grabbed Ren Tingting's hand, stopping her.

(This is the office.) Ren Tingting glared at me, her hand gently stroking my penis. She had been thinking about this penis for days, and the passionate scene from that day would often flash through her mind. When she was aroused, she even enthusiastically sought out her husband to relieve herself, but a man nearing fifty was no match for a young man in any aspect. He would only last a few strokes before becoming breathless and collapsing on top of her like a dead pig, leaving her feeling unsatisfied. She could only secretly relieve herself with her fingers in the toilet.

(If you don't do it, I won't put it away. Hurry up and do it, Tingting.) I simply resorted to being cheeky, pressing Ren Tingting down into the chair on her desk, and then sitting directly on her desk myself, my erect penis facing Ren Tingting directly.

"(You!)" Ren Tingting glared at me, annoyed. My penis was right in front of her; she could clearly smell the masculine scent emanating from it, a scent that made her heart itch.

Ren Tingting glanced at the closed office door, then slowly lowered her head, burying it between my legs.

Her pink tongue emerged from her mouth, the tip, hot with each breath, lightly touching the exposed tip of my glans, directly onto the fluid secreted from the urethral opening. I could clearly see a glistening silver thread drawn between her tongue and my glans.

Seeing this scene only intensified the fire in my lower abdomen, making my penis even more erect.

Ren Tingting slowly licked away the fluid secreted from the tip of my glans with her tongue, making my purplish-red glans even wetter with her licking.

After licking away the secretions, Ren Tingting stopped her gentle approach and instead opened her mouth slightly, taking my glans in completely. My glans instantly entered a moist and tight cave, causing my penis to tremble slightly.

(So good.) Watching my penis go in and out of Ren Tingting's mouth, I couldn't help but groan with pleasure. This woman, who seemed like a virtuous wife and loving mother, had turned out to be so lewd. Moreover, her oral skills were clearly much better than the last time. While using her lips to move, she also knew to occasionally sweep the tip of her tongue across my glans.

Moreover, Ren Tingting was clearly afraid that someone would suddenly push open her office door. Although she lingered over the taste of my penis, her swallowing and spitting became faster and faster. She even rubbed the base of my penis and my testicles with her small hands, hoping that I would ejaculate as soon as possible.

Of course, I knew this wasn't a place to relax. The disciplinary office was always busy, especially after class, so I didn't try to hold back. Instead, I moved my hips to meet her, and a few times I even pushed my entire penis deep into Ren Tingting's throat.

(Xiao Wang, just give me the documents, I'll take them to Director Ren.) Coincidentally, just as Ren Tingting and I were getting into the mood, a voice rang out outside the door, and footsteps quickly approached the disciplinary office.

Chapter Six: Springtime Romance Under the Table

(Director Ren, this is the information about the school's trip to Weishan Lake for first-year students next month. Can you take a look and see where it needs to be modified?)

Inside the disciplinary office, Li Ming, the vice principal in charge of student moral education, handed a stack of documents to Ren Tingting, who was sitting at her desk.

(It's hot, why don't you turn on the air conditioner?) Looking at the slight blush on Ren Tingting's face, Li Ming added.

(It wasn't particularly hot; I just cleaned the office.) Ren Tingting took the documents from Li Ming, looking down intently at them, concealing her deep nervousness.

Ren Tingting sat very close to the desk, her legs almost completely inside the desk drawer. Combined with the width of her skirt, she practically blocked the entire drawer, and I was right there inside.

Principal Li's sudden arrival at this crucial moment caught both Ren Tingting and me off guard. Although I could quickly pull up my pants, my rock-hard penis, sucked by Ren Tingting's small mouth, wouldn't soften so easily. In this critical situation, only under Ren Tingting's desk could I hide.

Listening to Principal Li and Ren Tingting's conversation, my nervousness slowly subsided.

Because Ren Tingting's legs were crossed, I could clearly see what was under her skirt through the desk drawer, especially one of her feet, which was almost right in front of me. I could even smell the mature scent emanating from her stockings.

Seeing that Principal Li hadn't noticed the unusual activity under the table, I became bolder. I slowly reached out and grabbed Ren Tingting's toes, which were sticking out in front of me, and quickly pulled off her black high heels.

Ren Tingting's stockings were very thin, and I could clearly see her five toes lined up side by side. Moreover, her toenails were painted with light pink nail polish. This discovery excited me; I knew this change was made for me.

I held her small feet in my hands, bringing my nose close, the tip even touching the stockings. I took a deep breath—an exciting, mature scent. Besides a hint of leather and a very faint sour smell from her feet, there was also a sweet, milky fragrance, like the cream on a cake. It made me want to inhale that scent again and take a bite, swallowing it whole.

Smelling the scent emanating from Ren Tingting's feet, I knew it was the fragrance of some kind of lotion. After my women learned of my particular fetish, they all took extra care of their delicate feet; my nose had smelled all sorts of scents.

This milky aroma, a blend of leather and a sour note, ignited a burning desire within me, and my already limp penis hardened once more.

One hand caressed the soft stockings, while the other cupped her heel, allowing me to bury my face in the soles of Ren Tingting's feet, inhaling the scent.

I even stuck out my tongue and licked her feet, which were encased in stockings, from the top of her foot to the sole, every part, every crease, and every toe. Every now and then, I would open my mouth wide and take those five glistening toes into my mouth, sucking on them vigorously. Soon, streaks of moisture appeared on Ren Tingting's stockings, especially around her toes, where the stockings clung tightly to them, soaking wet.

Soon, I was no longer satisfied with just licking. I quietly took out a small pair of scissors from my pocket, grabbed the wet stockings with one hand, and slowly cut open the top of the stockings. Ren Tingting's five toes were suddenly exposed. They were so close to me that I could clearly see her neatly trimmed toenails, the glossy pale pink nail polish, and the spiral patterns on her toes.

My lips approached her big toe. Without the stockings, the milky scent of her feet was even stronger. I greedily sucked a few times before extending my tongue.

My tongue tip lightly touched Ren Tingting's big toe, first sliding along the tip of the toenail, then slowly landing on the pad of her toe. After a few light licks, my tongue began to slowly circle around her big toe. It lacked the smoothness of a young girl's toe, but the caressing sensation gave me a mature pleasure. My lips slowly enveloped her big toe, sucking on it little by little, like eating an ice pop. My tongue tip was extremely agile, weaving between her toes, taking each toe into my mouth.

My licking caused Ren Tingting's body to tremble slightly. I could even hear a slight change in her voice when she spoke to Principal Li. And she didn't just extend one foot for me to lick; her other foot also emerged from her shoe, pressing directly forward onto my hard penis, gently moving it up and down, like a small hand masturbating me, only without the grip of a small hand, but with a strong squeezing sensation and the exciting feeling of flesh rubbing against flesh.

I licked Ren Tingting's toes like this, feeling the friction of her other stockinged foot, seemingly forgetting the passage of time for a moment, only feeling the excitement and pleasure within, until the sound of the door closing again brought me back to reality.

(Hurry up and finish, class is about to end!) Ren Tingting said, looking at my erect penis as I crawled out from under the table.

(Let's hurry, let's finish this quickly.) I glanced at the wall clock; five minutes until class ended. If we rushed, we should have enough time. Besides, my penis was throbbing painfully, and

I was burning with desire. Without giving Ren Tingting a chance to object, I pressed her body against the table, lifted her skirt, and pulled her mud-stained white panties down to her knees. I rubbed my hard penis against her full, slightly dark labia, which were glistening with vaginal fluid, a few times, then thrust my hips forward, penetrating her from behind.

Ren Tingting's vagina was warm; the fluid overflowing from her arousal enveloped my penis, providing excellent lubrication. Her buttocks were clenched tightly, so I couldn't feel any looseness with each thrust. With each in-and-out movement, her buttocks swayed.

(Ah...ah...it's so deep, husband...ah...your cock is so powerful...ah...so deep...so good...ah...ah...) Ren Tingting lay face down on the table, her plump buttocks raised high, making it easier for me to penetrate her. At first, she tried to suppress her moans, but as I increased my speed and slapped her buttocks, her moans gradually escaped her throat.

Hearing Ren Tingting's moans excited me even more. Playing with the dean of students like this in the dean's office—I was the only one in the whole school doing it. Because class was about to end, I couldn't control myself. When the music signaling the end of class started playing in the corridor, my body suddenly stiffened, and my penis throbbed slowly inside Ren Tingting's vagina, thick streams of semen shooting directly into her uterus.

After ejaculating the last drop of semen, I quickly withdrew my penis. Ren Tingting's cunt was wide open, a pinkish opening, from which white semen slowly flowed out.

Of course, I wouldn't let my offspring spill onto the ground like that, so I quickly pulled down Ren Tingting's panties, covering her vagina and blocking the flow. Except for a little bit sticking to her panties, the rest remained inside her vagina.

(What are you doing? You haven't wiped it clean yet.) Feeling my actions, Ren Tingting frowned slightly.

(Wipe what? Leave it there. Let my offspring stay inside. If you miss me when you get home tonight, you can take it off and smell my scent.) I grabbed Ren Tingting's skirt and wiped my penis, a lewd smile on my face.

Chapter Seven: Taking Good Care of the Guest

The first time I went to Ren Tingting's house was at the end of August, more than three months after we had been intimate.

For the first two months, we had passionate encounters every few days, sometimes in my office and sometimes in hers, but mostly in the Communist Youth League office.

That room was on the fourth floor of the school's north office building, a place almost never used. Calling it an office was a stretch; it was mostly just a name, displaying banners for school Communist Youth League activities and award certificates and trophies. It was rarely used, and the key, of course, was always in the hands of Ren Tingting, the head of the teaching department.

It was practically the perfect place for secret trysts. Countless seeds of passion were sown there—on the sofa, the desk, and the chair.

(My husband isn't home at night.) Ren Tingting whispered this to me.

During the month-long summer vacation, unlike students, teachers had to start school early, studying various directives from higher authorities, assigning tasks for the next semester, and spending most of their time visiting each other's offices to say hello.

Because there were no classes, teachers were constantly visiting each other's offices, so even though Ren Tingting's gaze was burning hot, I had to restrain myself.

(He went to the county town with his work unit today and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon.)

Ren Tingting's husband works in the power system. Although he's not a high-ranking official, he's the head of the township management section, which basically covers all the county and township offices. So going to the countryside is a frequent occurrence for him.

Although Ren Tingting and I had a relationship, she never invited me to her home. Our relationship seemed to be limited to school; once we left school, she became a devoted wife and mother again.

This time, I guess we'd been apart for too long, and she had a lot of pent-up desire that was about to explode.

(Where's your daughter?)

(She went to her grandmother's house this afternoon. School starts soon, and she had so much to talk about with her cousin.)

Her husband isn't home, and her daughter won't be back either, which means she'll be alone tonight. This makes my heart flutter. I can do whatever I want tonight.

Ren Tingting lives in the power bureau's staff quarters. Because of the power system's dominance in recent years, it has transformed from a job requiring climbing utility poles into a coveted position. Although the salary isn't high, the bonuses and benefits are several times that amount, and the staff quarters occupy prime locations in the city.

... (Ugh!) The elevator doors had just closed when I grabbed Ren Tingting and kissed her directly on the lips.

One hand slipped under her skirt, fingers parting her panties and probing towards her vulva.

(Oh!) Although startled by my sudden action, Ren Tingting reacted even more strongly. She immediately returned the kiss with her tongue, straightening her legs slightly to facilitate my finger's entry.

Ren Tingting's labia are thick; I often gently bite them with my teeth when giving her oral sex. My fingers were initially dry when I parted her labia, but after a few gentle movements, I felt a sticky fluid enveloping them.

(Sister Ting, so much water, so horny.) Releasing Xu Tingting's lips, I pulled my fingers out of her vagina, the wetness on them glistening.

(It's been over a month since we last did it, of course there's more water.) Xu Tingting's face was flushed, her breasts heaving. My casual touches had aroused her desire.

(We have all night tonight, I'll definitely satisfy you.)

The elevator doors opened, and I grabbed Xu Tingting's buttocks and stepped out, while she pulled out her key.

(You're back early today.)

Just as I opened the door and embraced Xu Tingting, about to grope her, a voice suddenly came from inside, startling me into a cold sweat. Xu Tingting's face turned deathly pale, and the two of us quickly separated as if electrocuted.

Just as they separated, the sound of slippers clicking echoed, and a fifty-year-old man emerged from the room.

(Old Chen, didn't you say you were going to the county below?) Ren Tingting looked at the man walking towards her.

(There was a meeting at the bureau today, but it's been rescheduled for next week. And who is this?) The man didn't seem to sense anything amiss, just looking at me with some curiosity.

Ren Tingting's husband. I'd seen his picture when he was fixing her computer. I never expected to run into him like this; I almost got caught red-handed.

(This is my colleague, Yan Xu, Xiao Yan. He's the one who won the provincial award for excellent lessons recently.) Ren Tingting changed into slippers, explaining as she did so. Her reaction was quick, and only I noticed the unnaturalness she was trying to hide on her face while changing her slippers.

(Wenwen said her computer at home was slow, so I asked him to take a look.)

(Brother, hello!) I quickly greeted him.

(Oh, hello, please sit down. Let me pour you a cup of tea.) Ren Tingting's husband seemed very enthusiastic.

(Brother, no need to pour it, let me check the computer first.) I quickly said, feeling a little awkward in front of someone's husband when I'm here to sleep with their wife.

(It's okay, let Tingting take you.) Ren Tingting's husband said as he walked towards the kitchen with the tea.

(He's home, what should I do?) I followed Ren Tingting into her daughter's room, and seeing her close the door behind her, I quickly asked.

(There's no way, we'll have to do it another day. There's a computer here, you can play in this room for a while, then leave.

) Ren Tingting said, she was quite frightened earlier.

(Okay.) I was a little disappointed. (Didn't you say your daughter's computer was slow? I'll reinstall everything for you, so it'll be easier to explain to your husband when you get back.)

(Tingting, where's the teapot?) Just as I finished speaking, Ren Tingting's husband's voice came from behind, and Ren Tingting opened the door and went out.

Since I didn't bring the installation disc, I just downloaded it on my computer. Looking at the closed door and the download progress on the computer, I wandered around Ren Tingting's daughter's room, feeling a bit bored.

I've always been curious about girls' rooms; I found some nice things in Director Wang's daughter's room before.

My first target was the wardrobe. Based on experience, the wardrobe is probably the most private place a girl keeps in a room.

Opening a drawer, I saw rows of folded underwear.

Although Ren Tingting's daughter was already a sophomore in college, she was still a little girl. The underwear wasn't particularly provocative or revealing; it was mostly cute cartoon patterns. I picked some up and gently smelled them; they were very clean, only smelling of laundry detergent.

Of course, the stockings and socks in another drawer were no exception.

Looking at the neatly arranged clothes, I knew I wouldn't find anything here, so I turned my attention to under the bed, another good place to store things, especially shoes.

As expected, the first thing I saw after lifting the sheet was a row of boots. My attention didn't linger on them for long, though, since it was summer and these were autumn/winter boots, unworn for a long time. I knew any lingering smell would be gone.

My gaze quickly shifted to a few pairs of sneakers next to the boots. Unlike the sandals on the other side, sneakers easily retain their smell, and I'd seen pictures of Ren Tingting's daughter before; she also loved wearing sneakers. What

shocked me most was that inside one pair of light pink sneakers was a pair of ankle socks. My heart pounded. Clearly, the socks were unwashed, or perhaps recently worn.

I held the socks to my nose, and a faint, sour smell instantly filled the air.

It really must have been taken off recently; the smell hadn't dissipated yet. And it couldn't be Ren Tingting's daughter; the smell was almost identical to her mother's feet. I practically buried my nose in those socks, inhaling the incredibly tempting scent. My penis hardened with that aroma.

Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just that. I quickly sat down at the computer and, with a few clicks, found several folders filled with photos of Ren Tingting's daughter, Wenwen, from high school to university, including some artistic portraits.

Ren Tingting's daughter looked a lot like her mother. While neither was conventionally beautiful, they were pleasing to the eye and quite attractive, with round faces that perfectly captured her younger self, except she wore glasses and had a small mole above the left corner of her mouth.

Although somewhat disappointed that I didn't find any photos showing her feet, one intimate photo of Ren Tingting and her daughter was quite captivating. It was a half-body artistic portrait of the two of them, both wearing long, fitted dresses that revealed their bare shoulders. Because the photo was high-resolution, you could even see some cleavage. The two women were face-to-face, chest-to-chest, both wearing sweet smiles.

Looking at that photo, imagining the mother and daughter stretching their feet out in front of me, I inhaled deeply the scent of the socks in my hand, while my other hand moved between my legs, gently rubbing my penis.

It was as if I were licking their feet, my penis moving in and out of their glistening, alluring pink lips.

(Squeak!) A slight sound, and the door was pushed open.

Seeing Ren Tingting enter the room, I withdrew my hand from between my legs, but the socks remained.

(What are you doing, pervert!) Seeing the socks I was holding in my hand, the slight bulge between my legs, and the picture on the computer, Ren Tingting quickly realized what I was doing. Her face turned ugly, and she even put down the teapot and snatched the socks from my hand.

(I'm angry, baby.) Seeing Ren Tingting's expression, I quickly hugged her.

(Sister Ting, you misunderstood. I was looking at your picture, and I was thinking about you.) I quickly explained.

Every woman is really different when it comes to this kind of thing. Just like Director Wang Chunxia, she even took the initiative to use her daughter's underwear to add some fun between us.

(What are you doing with my daughter's socks?) Ren Tingting slightly struggled out of my embrace and spread out her daughter's boat socks in her hand.

(Sister Ting, you know I have no resistance to socks like these. And smell it, the smell is the same as your feet. I just pretended I was licking your feet.) I hugged Ren Tingting again, picked up the socks from her hand, and held them to her nose.

(What? The same smell? They all stink the same.) Ren Tingting sniffed slightly, and her expression improved a little. A woman deeply immersed in desire will automatically choose to believe lies.

(It's all your fault! You gave me so much hope, and then brought me such disappointment.) Seeing that Ren Tingting was no longer angry, I lightly touched her bottom.

(What can we do? It's just a coincidence. I'll secretly give you your socks and underwear after dinner, and you can take care of yourself when you get home.) Ren Tingting said.

(Dinner? What kind of dinner?) Hearing Ren Tingting's words, it was my turn to be a little surprised.

(It's all because of my husband. He insisted that you stay here for dinner and couldn't let you go home during dinner time.

)

(Dinner here? I'd better not. I feel uncomfortable looking at him.) Facing Ren Tingting's husband, I really felt a little uncomfortable and quickly said, even getting up to leave. But just then, a voice from the living room outside made me stop.

(Xiao Yan, you can eat here. I'm going down to the supermarket to buy some groceries. Tingting, you take good care of the guests at home.) Ren Tingting's husband's voice came from outside.

Chapter Eight: Thank you for your hard work. Come visit often when you have time.

(Bang!)

Hearing the door close, I excitedly grabbed Ren Tingting and practically shoved her onto her daughter's bed.

(What are you doing?) Startled by my sudden action, Ren Tingting panicked.

(What do you think I'm doing? Of course, I'm doing you.) I unzipped my pants with one hand, grabbed one of Ren Tingting's legs with the other, kicked off her slippers, and pressed my face against the sole of her foot, taking a deep breath of her short, gray stockings.

The sour smell from her feet was much stronger than the smell from her daughter's socks; the alluring scent instantly assaulted my senses, making my penis rock hard.

(Ah, now? He'll be back soon.) Ren Tingting felt my tongue licking the sole of her foot, a surge of heat welling up inside her panties, but remembering her husband might be back soon, she quickly said...

(So let's finish this quickly. Look how pent up I am, and you're all wet too. Don't you want to?)

I sucked on Ren Tingting's toes a few times. The gray stockings instantly became transparent from my saliva and clung tightly to her toes. Then I pulled out my penis and lifted Ren Tingting's skirt, revealing a clear wet patch on her white panties.

(No, not here.) Although Ren Tingting's body had already reacted, she was still quite conscious. She couldn't accept doing this on her own daughter's bed.

(Where would you go? Not to the living room, where you'd hide when your husband comes home.) I pressed Ren Tingting's body down, kneading her breasts with one hand.

(Go...go to my room.) With my hand kneading her breasts, Ren Tingting was even more powerless, and her nipples quickly hardened.

…(When was this photo taken?) I looked at the large wedding photo hanging on the wall. In the photo, Ren Tingting was wearing a pure white wedding dress, half-embracing her husband, smiling sweetly. However, the two people in the photo were no longer young; even with makeup, some faint wrinkles were still visible.

(Whoosh!) Ren Tingting, kneeling on the floor, spat out the penis in her mouth and looked up at me.

(This was taken the year before last. When I married him, we didn't have any wedding photos; we just had a meal with our families. The year before last, Wenwen had a photoshoot and encouraged me and his dad to take a set together, saying it was to make up for the regret.)

As Ren Tingting spoke, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked my swollen, reddish-purple glans.

She licked very carefully, her tongue touching the urethral opening and the coronal sulcus below the glans, leaving a trail of saliva.

Even her nose was twitching slightly, clearly enjoying the masculine scent emanating from my penis.

Her hands weren't idle either, gently rubbing my scrotum.

(Okay, hurry up and lie down on the bed.) Normally, I would definitely have ejaculated in Ren Tingting's mouth, but time was of the essence, I said, looking at her.

(Okay! Then hurry up!) Ren Tingting had been holding back for a long time and wanted it for a while. Hearing my words, she quickly turned around, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees, and stuck her buttocks up, holding onto the edge of the bed.

Looking at Ren Tingting's large buttocks, her vulva was already a muddy mess, the surrounding black pubic hair stained with strands of water, her slightly dark labia parted to reveal the pink flesh inside.

(I'm here.) I grabbed my penis, took a step forward, rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva a few times, and thrust my hips forward, inserting it completely.

Ren Tingting's vulva was full of vaginal fluid, which instantly enveloped my penis upon insertion, the tender flesh inside tightly entwining it as if it had a suction force, sucking on the entire penis.

(Is it good?) Without any hesitation, I quickly thrust my hips, time was of the essence, this had to be quick.

(Ah...ah...so good...ah...I'm at the top...ah...faster...ah...it feels so good...)

My rapid thrusts made the sides of my thighs slap against Ren Tingting's plump buttocks with a loud slapping sound, each deep insertion making her moan uncontrollably.

My hands gripped Ren Tingting's round, plump buttocks, my penis thrusting in and out beneath her, each stroke causing the tender flesh around her vagina to ripple. Each deep thrust reached her cervix, feeling the cervix sucking at my glans.

I was fucking her right next to her bed, and there was her wedding photo on the wall, especially since it was facing us directly, as if Old Chen in the photo was watching me fuck his wife, which excited me even more.

(Sister Ting, your cunt is so tight, it feels so good.) I kept thrusting rapidly, until Ren Tingting's arms couldn't support her, and she collapsed onto the bed, her buttocks sticking up even higher.

(...Ah...I...I feel so good too...Ah...Too fast...You...If you like it, fuck me harder, my whole cunt is only for you to fuck...Ah...) Ren Tingting's moans even sounded like sobs, her entire skin flushed crimson.

(Has your husband ever fucked you like this? Is it more comfortable when I fuck you or when he fucks you?)

(...Ah...yes...it's more comfortable when you fuck me...ahhhhhh...)

(Who do I fuck more comfortably? Who do I fuck? Whose wife?) Ren Tingting's words excited me even more. My rapid movements made sweat pour down my forehead, even dripping onto Ren Tingting's big buttocks. Watching her buttocks tremble under my movements, I raised my palm and slapped it, like whipping a horse.

(Fuck...I'm fucking Chen's wife, Chen's wife...ah...I can't take it anymore, I'm coming...ah...) Although I sometimes get this intense when I tease her, this time it's on her bed, and her husband could come back at any time, making it especially exciting.

Ren Tingting quickly felt all the strength drain from her body, her whole body began to spasm, and there were no other sounds in her throat except "ah," her mind was blank.

(It's coming, it's coming... ugh!)

I felt Ren Tingting's body stiffen, and at the same time, her vagina tightened, gripping my penis tightly. Even more, a gush of hot fluid gushed from her uterus, directly onto my glans.

I thrust quickly a few times, then suddenly lunged forward, embracing her voluptuous body, my penis penetrating even deeper, the entire glans almost touching her cervix.

With each spasm, I felt bursts of energy shooting out, and my body's energy draining away with them.

(Phew, so tiring.) This intense activity was no less than a 100-meter sprint. I held Ren Tingting, her buttocks raised, for about three or four minutes before slowly regaining my strength and getting up.

My softened penis slid out of her vagina, a stream of white semen flowing out and down her thighs.

(That's really amazing, and the taste is so strong.) Ren Tingting also stood up. Her skin glowed a captivating pink from her orgasm. She ran her fingers between her legs, smearing the large glob of semen on them, then put them in her mouth and licked it all up. She then pulled up her underwear and straightened her skirt.

(Do you like it?) Looking at Ren Tingting, I felt a surge of heat. Instead of pulling my penis back into my pants, I took a step forward.

(I like it.) Ren Tingting understood my meaning. She squatted down, grasped my limp penis, opened her mouth, and took the entire glans into her mouth, cleaning the fluid with her tongue.

... (Thank you for your hard work. Come visit often.) Ren Tingting and her husband saw me out. Old Chen looked at me with some gratitude and said.

(I'll come often.) I said with a smile. Although it seemed like politeness, only Ren Tingting and I knew the hidden meaning behind it.

I'll definitely come often, especially when Old Chen isn't home. This time was a bit of a disappointment, but next time I'll definitely have my way with Ren Tingting in their bed all night long, and I'll go all out.

As the elevator doors closed, I pulled the pair of boat socks from my pocket and took a deep breath of them. The faint, sour smell invigorated me. My other hand unconsciously touched the USB drive in my pocket; it contained many high-definition photos I'd secretly copied, adding another gift to my collection.

Smelling that intoxicating scent, an image involuntarily surfaced in my mind: when would that mother and daughter simultaneously stretch their feet in front of me? That would be absolutely exciting just thinking about it.

Of course, if it happened, it would be a completely different story.

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