He slept with someone else's girlfriend in a shared apartment.

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This happened four years ago. I had just started working in Shanghai, and I was very punctual, going to work and leaving on time every day

. My sex life was, of course, a complete blank. It was the height of summer, and I inevitably had some romantic escapades. There was a petite girl at work, also from out of town, who often walked home with me. For the first few days, we just chatted along the way, without any other thoughts. When she arrived at her place, she would say goodbye and we would go home separately.

One day, we were both working the night shift, and it was past ten o'clock when we reached her alleyway. On a whim, I asked her if I could come over for a bit. She hesitated and said, "My boyfriend gets off work at 11:30, it's not really appropriate." "What's wrong with that? I'm not going to do anything, just get to know where you live. I'll definitely leave before your boyfriend gets back." She could only helplessly reply, "Okay." She wouldn't have expected what I would do, because I gave the impression of being very honest and upright. But appearances are never reliable; who knows? Sometimes I don't even understand why I act so boldly.

Once inside, she turned on the light. It was a very simple rented room, but very clean. There was a table, a bed, and a TV next to the bed, but surprisingly, no chairs. She moved a stool from the corner of the room and invited me to sit down. She even offered to make me a cup of tea, but I looked awkwardly at the photo of her and her boyfriend on the table and said, "No, thank you, I'm not thirsty." Since

there were no chairs, she sat on the bed. The stool was too low, and being tall, I was practically curled up, which was very uncomfortable.

She seemed a little embarrassed. "Why don't you sit on the bed too?" I said, "No, thank you. Turn on the TV, I'll watch something." She didn't move her lower body, but turned her upper body around to turn on the TV. She was wearing a short skirt at the time, and because of the turn, one of her legs lifted up, suddenly revealing a glimpse of her underwear. I can't remember the color now, but at that moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly imagined what it would feel like to have sex with this woman.

She wasn't particularly beautiful or tall, but she was exceptionally sexy. Her thighs and calves were fair-skinned, her breasts were high and full, and her small feet were especially adorable. She wore ribbon sandals, and her ten toes looked like ten lively elves. I'm a man who's obsessed with beautiful feet, and her delicate, fleshy feet were very arousing to me. I was starting to feel restless, but I still maintained some rationality. If I went up and flirted with her now, I didn't know how she would react. After all, she had just started dating someone, and girls like that usually reject other men. If things got awkward, it would be very embarrassing if we had to work together in the future.

I sat upright and chatted with her for a while, until about 10:45. There was still more than half an hour before her boyfriend got off work. My legs couldn't stand being bent over for so long, so I stood up. She smiled shyly and said, "Come on, sit here." She patted the edge of the bed, her expression very natural as she spoke.

She was two years younger than me, yet I sat down next to her like a child. Just then, the TV screen flickered, and she turned to adjust it, one leg inevitably crossing over and pressing against my calf. I was wearing suit shorts, and the moment my leg touched her smooth skin, I trembled uncontrollably, burning with lust. I suddenly grabbed her soft, slender waist. She was startled but didn't make a sound, only gripping my arm with her small hands, trying to pry it off. Her strength was so weak it didn't seem like resistance, but rather a plea. I pushed her down onto the bed and began to kiss her. She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head from side to side, repeatedly saying, "No, no..." but her hands were clearly on my back. I kissed her breasts wildly through her clothes, then straightened her position, pressing my entire body against hers. At that moment, I had completely lost my mind and reason, like a lustful beast.

I quickly removed her silk blouse. She began to panic, her expression filled with fear: "No, he'll be back soon..." My burning lips sealed her words. She was a mixture of excitement, pain, and anxiety, moaning and trembling. I used the pads of my ten fingers to slowly slide down her shoulders, reaching her back to untie her bra. Only then did she obediently tilt her head back, allowing me to remove it. Her skin was as soft as a baby's, her breasts large and firm, her areolas and nipples vibrant in color. I took one of her tender nipples into my mouth, and her legs clamped tightly around my waist.

I straightened up, then pulled down her skirt, and prepared to remove her panties. Suddenly, she sat up, hugging me tightly, almost crying: "No, no, let's just hold each other like this, okay?..." Sometimes a woman's desire truly ends there; they don't want the man to actually penetrate them. But what about men? Perhaps not all men have the courage to charge into battle, but when it comes to women, they all have the drive to go all in and fight to the death!

I was stunned at first. I'm naturally very soft-hearted, and I couldn't resist such a plea. I just held her quietly for a while, but how could pity suppress that volcanic desire? Soon I became unbearably aroused. I pushed her down, grabbed her panties at her waist, and started pulling them down. She had no choice but to let me be wild, only whispering helplessly, "No, no..." Her panties were covered in her vaginal fluid. When I removed them, they were still connected to her vulva in a thin strand, like the effect of pulling silk in cooking.

When I fully penetrated her, that hard, erect, troublemaking member, she cried out as if in heaven, "Oh my God!"... The rain had just stopped, and the lovemaking had just ended. She quickly got out of bed, gathering the used tissues as she urged me to leave quickly; her boyfriend would be back soon. I checked the time: 11:20. As I dressed and stepped out of the alley, a man's figure hurried past. He was so tall, as handsome as I was.

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