Give me some passionate male and female jokes.

A woman took her baby to the maternity ward.

The doctor asked the woman: Does the baby eat breast milk or milk?

Woman: Breastfeeding!

Doctor: Then please take off your clothes.

Woman: Ah! ? Why?

Doctor: Please don't be nervous. This is obstetrics and gynecology, and it will never infringe on you.

The woman took off her coat with a grain of salt, and the doctor touched her chest, touching it up and down, rubbing it left and right.

Say to this woman: No wonder the baby is malnourished. You don't have breast milk!

Woman: Nonsense! Of course I don't have breast milk; I am his aunt!

The girl sat there anxiously, expecting to meet a handsome young man for the first time, but there was an old man in his fifties in the room.

She heard a soft door close behind her, and then the old man's footsteps slowly approached her.

The woman groaned intermittently from next door. In this place, when passing through the corridor, this groan of goose bumps from men or women will come from time to time in any room.

The old man walked across from the girl, gently lifted her chin and studied it carefully. She doesn't like the way he looks at her.

The girl remembered her roommate's words, "Nothing, I did it when I was very young" and "It will bleed a little, but it won't hurt very much".

The old man saw the tension in the girl's eyes, even with a trace of fear. He stood up, poured a glass of water beside him and put it in the girl's hand. "Relax, or you will feel worse." He said this with a smile on his lips, but the girl couldn't laugh at all.

The old man held the girl's shoulder and slowly leaned her back. She knew it was too late to regret it, and now everything had to be obeyed and at his mercy.

"Open a little", the old man's tone seems very gentle, but he can still clearly hear the feeling of command.

The girl did it. The old man tried it and found it uncomfortable. "If you turn it up, it won't be easy to get in."

The girl did it again. She feels that her present posture must be indecent, even a little disgusting.

The old man took out his big, long guy and played with it in front of her. The girl knows what will happen next. She threw her head back and closed her eyes helplessly. This moment has finally arrived. The girl felt something hard coming in. She instinctively wanted to hide, but was held down by the old man.

Pain! The girl trembled and gave a cry of "Ah ~ ~". The old man paused. "If it hurts, just say it. I can be gentle."

The girl didn't say anything, just hoping that it would be over soon. Bleeding, the old man seemed ready, picked up a white towel next to him and carefully wiped the blood off.

His tall and strong guy has been coming in and out of her house, bumping around. Every time she touched the innermost place, she almost trembled with pain.

The girl uttered a vague voice, "Ah ~ ~ Hmm ~ ~ Oh ~ ~ ~", and her face was distorted.

The old man moved very carefully, as if studying something.

I don't know why, gradually, the pain is not obvious, a feeling of numbness and itching.

The girl cooperated with the old man's movements, and it became more and more wet inside, even flowing out. She knew it was a normal reaction, but she still felt embarrassed. The old man wiped the spilled water, but he was still careful.

Girls think that maybe the old man will be better than the young handsome guy, at least very gentle and not so rude. She feels a little lucky.

The old man suddenly used a force in the depths, and the girl let out a cry and leaned back.

Her body trembled again because of hard work. She felt chills in her heart.

It's finally over.

The old man slowly took out his big, long and hard guy, and then casually threw the ivory things at the front end into the nearby tray, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl is waking up gradually. She sat up and feebly picked up the glass of water beside her to gargle.

Next to the tray, there is a rotten tooth that has just been pulled out-the back molar in the innermost mouth.

The big and long pliers are nearby, and the front end is still bloodshot. That old man, no, should say that he is an old dentist. He put a cotton ball in her mouth and stuck it on the wound. He still said very gently, "don't throw up after two hours." Remember not to rinse your mouth with cold water to avoid infection ... "