You should bring your female colleagues with you when you go on a business trip.

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The story takes place about six months after I graduated and started working. My main job at the time was to represent the branch office on business trips to resolve pre-sales and after-sales issues. The head office was very large, and newcomers received specialized training and mentorship from senior colleagues. After six months of frequent business trips, my naiveté had largely faded, and I was no longer so impulsive. The reason I'm explaining this is related to what happens later.

Sometimes, when dealing with difficult issues requiring long business trips, the company would arrange for extra support. On this particular occasion, three female colleagues accompanied me, one of whom, around 30 years old (actually 32 by the traditional Chinese age reckoning, the so-called "tiger's age"), is the protagonist of this story. On these trips, I was in overall charge, handling both the tasks and negotiations. They were assistants and faced little pressure. As for why three assistants were arranged, I only realized the company's thoughtfulness much later. Besides considering the needs of the business trip, it was to prevent incidents like this one. If things escalated and the family came knocking, the company would lose face. But

let's get back to the main point. Actually, I had a previous business trip with the female lead, but that time it was a same-day trip. To complete the task quickly, the company arranged for many people to go in a Toyota Coach, and everyone was wearing company uniforms, so we didn't stand out and didn't easily attract attention. Of course, I'm not the type to stare at every attractive woman; I was only focused on completing the task, so I didn't notice her. She, however, had noticed me long before. And women, you know, they chattered all the way, which annoyed me. I was sitting in the front row, intending to turn around and glare at them to quiet them down, but I spotted her first. She was in the back row, occupying three seats, half-reclining, her head resting on another colleague who was eating snacks. Everyone else was whispering, and I remember that only her gaze was directed at me.

Everyone should have this kind of life experience: when you're giving a speech and want to see the audience's reaction, you're often first drawn to the eyes of those looking at you—their gaze. You only feel the light when they're looking at you. That one turn of my head, I glanced at her more than once. I think it was because she was wearing eyeliner, which made her eyes look very deep and large. I still remember her gaze at that time; there was a stubbornness and restlessness in it.

After that, things were peaceful. I was still traveling for work almost every day and didn't see her much. It seemed that if I didn't run into her face, that look in her eyes would never resurface, until that business trip not long after.

Because there were five of us including the driver, and the journey was quite long, we chose to take a business class bus. She was still sitting in the last row, her head resting on another colleague, chatting about this and that, with a rather loud voice, and a slightly coquettish tone because of her accent. The other two were older and seemed to be trying to get information out of her. It was July or August. Once on the highway, I half-reclined in the passenger seat and started to doze off, until a sentence reached my ears: "My son is very sensible. Every time he calls me, he calls his dad. His grandma and I never argued when we were together… Being alone, without worries, is quite nice…" I sat up, took a sip of water, and asked the driver to turn up the music. Later, I heard their giggling grow louder. Our destination was a new development zone. We arrived around 2 PM, and the driver, wanting to get back to the company before dark, hurried off.

After meeting with the person in charge, I first coordinated accommodation with them (this is my consistent principle for long business trips: first, ensure good food and lodging before discussing business, which is why some colleagues like to travel with me). I stayed in a better room on the third floor, while they arranged for me to stay in the ordinary staff dormitory on the third floor.

Let me first describe the layout of the accommodation area. It's a separate five-story building. The first and second floors are for males, and the third floor and above are for females. The fifth floor is an activity room. Since it's a new factory, there aren't any activity facilities installed yet; there are only a few empty tables covered in dust, and only a few footprints on the floor, indicating that it's rarely used. I mention the activity room because some "activities" will be held there in the future. On the west side of the third and fourth floors, several rooms are separated by stainless steel security doors for factory leaders and as guest rooms. I stayed in a guest room on the third floor (opposite to it was the suite for the other party's manager). The guest room was supposedly a three-star standard, with two beds pushed together—it was very large, and most of the exciting events of the story will take place here. The third battlefield was mobile, on a passenger bus, but that's another story.

After settling into their accommodations, they said they were sweating a lot in the heat and wanted to take a shower. They looked for the bathroom, found it was on the first floor, and finding it inconvenient, they took my key and went to my room to shower and do laundry.

I quickly washed my face to get to the important business with them. There was a small shop downstairs with watermelons outside, so I picked a big one, cut it open, and ran back upstairs to give it to them. Only then did I realize I hadn't had a proper drink of water since getting off the bus; I must have been really thirsty to have rushed to buy a watermelon.

When I got to the room, she had already finished washing up and was wringing out her bra. I wanted to eat a slice of watermelon, but I was worried about getting watermelon pulp on my hands, face, and mouth when meeting the clients, which wouldn't be polite. The bathroom was occupied, and the water dispenser was empty.

She seemed to notice and said, "Aren't you going to eat some? Are you worried about getting your hands dirty?" She then ran to her dorm and got me some leftover bottled water. Seeing my hesitation, she said, "Oh, so particular? Why don't you wash your hands with the water after you eat?"

I said, "No, thank you," and took a swig first. "You didn't bring a hanger, did you? I have some in my suitcase; just leave me one." This is my phone number. Write down your phone numbers and put them on my desk. I'll call you for dinner later. This is a newly developed area, so it's a bit remote. Don't go outside; you can watch TV here. I took her phone number and left.

After briefly understanding the situation from the other party and checking the site, it was almost 6 o'clock. Coincidentally, a representative from the foreign company that was with the guests arrived on the same day, so they invited me to the hotel to show hospitality. The three of us colleagues ate dinner at the factory canteen.

Just after toasting the first glass, she called, saying that another colleague had started her period, and the factory store had closed early because of a family matter. She asked me to buy sanitary napkins for her. These women, they really know how to handle things.

Fortunately, with the foreigners there, the meal wasn't too complicated, and we finished quickly. I got back around 8 o'clock. I also bought some snacks, and remembering that she might need hot water since she was on her period, I borrowed a water dispenser from her. After all this fuss, it was already past 9 o'clock.

I was about to leave when she mentioned the dorm's air conditioner was broken. She said she'd asked the dorm manager and there were no spare rooms, so they'd arranged for someone to fix it tomorrow. Even the ceiling fan was blowing hot air, and I was drenched in sweat. She and another colleague wanted to take a shower before bed.

I thought to myself, "Ugh, this is so troublesome," and replied, "Don't lock the door, knock before you come in." They giggled. Just as I was about to shower, my boss called to check on me. I explained the situation, asked about the feasibility of a solution, and discussed our approach to negotiating with the other party tomorrow. We talked until my phone got hot.

Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to pee, so I stripped off my clothes and rushed into the bathroom. When I came out, I was startled – I'd completely forgotten they were coming to shower! Perhaps she saw me in the bathroom and wanted to find a place to sit and wait for me, and when she saw the clothes I'd just taken off and left on the floor, she tried to pick them up for me.

As I came out of the bathroom, she was holding her nightgown with her left hand to help her bend over, while her right hand was clutching my underwear that I had tossed aside by the bathroom door, preparing to get up. I was looking down, tossing my hair, and my gaze followed the side opening of her oversized nightgown to her two snow-white mounds—she wasn't wearing a bra!

I immediately got aroused; my penis was already engorged from the hot shower, and now it was pitching a tent in my shorts. She also realized I was out and tried to get up. As she looked up, her hair, pulled up in a bun, brushed against my thigh, almost causing her to fall backward. I quickly grabbed her. I stood still, taking two steps back, my ears burning red, and asked her, "What's wrong? Shall I wash my underwear?"

She was also startled, her chest heaving, as she gathered her hair, her exposed neck clearly flushed. She tossed the underwear to me without looking at me, saying, "Take care of it yourself!"

I steadied myself, reminding myself to be rational, and asked, "Where's the other colleague?" She said she was using the toilet. She walked towards the bathroom, leaving a faint, pleasant scent of her hair as she passed by. (Her snow-white breasts were soft and yielding, too big to be covered with one hand; they were probably a C-cup or larger!) I quickly closed the bathroom door, then, thinking it inappropriate, I opened it slightly. Just then, I heard someone shout from inside, "Oh no! The showerhead is leaking! My hair is wet!" I said, "I just unscrewed the showerhead and used the hose to rinse the floor, but it might not have been tightened properly. Try tightening it a bit. You guys have so much hair on the floor, why don't you even pick it up?" She chuckled again.

Before, I hadn't felt anything when she laughed, but this time it made me feel uneasy. I shook my head, thinking to myself, "My self-control isn't strong enough." I turned on my computer to check my emails and discovered the network cable wasn't connected properly; it kept disconnecting. "Okay, let's turn on the TV." A foreign channel was playing a documentary about reproduction and embryos, interspersed with blurry sex scenes. "Damn, is this another test?" I thought.

She showered quickly, standing at the bathroom door with her wet hair in her hands, reaching out to ask for a hairdryer. I noticed a water stain on her nightgown stuck to her waist, and I was about to point it out when she slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. I'd only been in the bathroom for a short while when another colleague came in, saying she was sorry to bother me. I quickly said it was okay, I'd just shower here to avoid running back and forth, my ears probably already burning red as I said that.

She told her colleague to hurry up and shower, then, afraid of splashing water on herself, she came out to dry her hair, using the bedside outlet. I stood by the bed watching her. She said, "Sit down," so I sat down and watched her.

A large section of her nightgown was open at the back, the kind with several straps crisscrossing diagonally, revealing a large section of her smooth back. One side of the wide nightgown draped over the bedside table, revealing a section of her smooth calf.

I was engrossed in watching her when she tiptoed to rub an itch on her other foot, and I could clearly feel that she was wearing black underwear! To make matters worse, she suddenly tossed her long hair, turned to me, and gave me a seductive smile. I couldn't take it; I simply couldn't look directly at her! It wasn't that she was particularly beautiful; she was the kind of woman whose beauty grew on you, not the kind that's stunning at first glance.

But at that moment, she was undeniably sexy. The tenderness she exuded in that situation instantly ignited me. I jumped up, grabbed her, and she let out a soft moan, trying to struggle. I pressed her down onto the bed, pinning her arms down, my face pressed against her chest.

She seemed genuinely angry, blowing the hairdryer into my face. I buried my head in her chest, letting her blow on me. She loosened her grip, saying she was going to have a good time. I helped her up, but didn't let go of her.

Hearing the running water from the bathroom, I almost lifted her up with one hand, supporting half of her round buttocks with my left, and using my right hand to lift her nightgown and slip it inside her panties, stroking her anus along her cleft. She let out a soft "Ah!" followed by hissing gasps, and her legs began to tighten. I pushed my right hand in forcefully, my middle and ring fingers already reaching her vulva. The pubic hair was sparse and fine, soft and downy, and a warm, silky sensation spread between my fingers.

When my arm couldn't reach any further, I spread my index and ring fingers outwards to give my middle finger more room to maneuver. My fingertip slowly circled around the entrance, and I could feel that her labia weren't large, and the opening between her labia wasn't wide either. As my middle finger inserted a small section, she let out a muffled "Ah!" and her body trembled. A row of teeth marks appeared on my shoulder, but I didn't feel any pain; it seemed she hadn't used much force.

Taking advantage of her distraction, I laid her back on the bed. Before I could withdraw my right hand, I pressed my head against her abdomen, and my left hand swiftly reached under her skirt, occupying her private parts. I pulled down her panties, and my entire palm was already blocking

her entrance. She tried to struggle, rolling from her back to her side on the bed. I took the opportunity to withdraw my right hand, hooking it from her right shoulder to her left breast and holding it firmly. My left thumb kept stroking her vulva, trying to probe her clitoris. She suppressed low moans, and as she tried to twist and struggle again, she inadvertently inserted my left thumb into her. She covered her mouth and let out two soft cries, almost begging me to let go, but I could clearly feel warm, sticky fluid flowing out.

Her voice began to tremble, her buttocks still twisting, but her body seemed to go limp. As I relaxed slightly, I felt a surge of heat in my groin, and my thighs seemed to tighten. I was about to come! With a yank of my right hand, I pulled down her beach shorts, my engorged penis pressing hard between her thighs, and it gushed out!

At that moment, the bathroom was still running, but not from the showerhead; it was the faucet. Someone inside was probably washing underwear. She struggled to get up, but I held her tightly.

My mind went blank. She must have been exhausted too, her hands hanging limply as I kissed her hairline, earlobes, and collarbone. She just breathed softly until my left hand reached for her left breast. She seemed to snap out of it and began to resist again.

My hands weren't large; I felt I couldn't quite control her with one hand. She was probably a C-cup or larger. Her nipples were hard; according to experienced erotic enthusiasts, this meant she was aroused. My penis seemed to still be in its prime, still hot, at least hotter than her arm, because her right arm had brushed against it when she resisted. I immediately hugged her tighter, breathed into her ear, and commanded, "Grab it!"

She didn't seem to understand, so I added, "Or I'll let you suck it!" She finally understood and giggled softly, tossing aside the hair covering her forehead and glaring at me, saying, "My underwear is dirty, you have to wash it for me!" I laughed too, and let her go. She first gathered her hair and tied it up with a hair tie, then pulled down her underwear in front of me and handed it to me. Sure enough, it was black, with lace trim! My

exposed penis involuntarily hardened again. I straightened up and walked towards her, and she reached out to help me tuck it back into my pants. This whole process, though it sounds complicated, only took about seven or eight minutes. To be honest, it's fortunate she's not tall, only about 1.6 meters, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to succeed. Although I didn't get a full view of her naked body, she was quite shapely (and indeed she was when we met naked).

Sweat was already beading on her forehead, so I turned the air conditioner down two degrees and handed her a tissue to wipe her sweat. Only then did I realize that there was still a slippery feeling between my left fingers, which was naturally her vaginal fluid. I raised my hand to her, then smelled it; there was a faint fishy smell. She wiped her sweat and rolled her eyes at me.

Just then, another colleague came out, saying her slippers (actually, they were given to her by the dorm manager, the kind "Fire Cloud Evil God" wore when he appeared) were broken. I said, "Why don't you wear hers back and bring a good pair? I don't have any extra slippers here." The other colleague didn't look up, bent down, slipped on her slippers, and left. During our time alone, she stood by the bed, smiling at me.

I reached out and pulled her, and she didn't refuse. I turned her around, my penis pressing against her buttocks, my hands trying to reach her breasts. She raised her right arm as if to block me, and then gave in. I kissed her earlobe, then nudged her buttocks, saying, "Want to try?" She smiled but didn't answer. I said I'd wait for her to come get her underwear tonight, and she still smiled.

At that moment, we heard the sound of the security door being pushed open. My colleague opened the door but didn't come in, saying she'd brought the slippers, then turned and left. She put on her shoes, rinsed her feet in the bathroom, and was about to leave.

I held onto the tie of her nightgown, refusing to let go. She turned and glared at me several times, telling me to let go, but I pulled the tie back a little. She turned and grabbed the tie with one hand, while the other hand reached up from her lower back and waved her index finger at me. I got the signal and let go, letting her go.

I set my alarm for 12:30, made sure the guest room next door and the suite across the hall were empty, unlocked the security door, left the door ajar, took a shower, and fell asleep on the bed.

I didn't get up until my phone alarm went off for the third time; it was already 00:50. After brushing my teeth and making the bed, I saw her underwear under the pillow and realized I hadn't brought condoms! It seems that "safety first" means being constantly vigilant. For XXOO, safety first means having condoms! She should learn from "Xu Sanduo" from Hangzhou, who always carries one in his handbag. I couldn't help but smile bitterly; it seemed that tonight would inevitably be filled with regrets.

It was past one o'clock, and she still hadn't come. Sleepiness washed over me, and I didn't have the energy to annoy her anymore. I left the light on and the door unlocked and drifted off again. I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely felt someone come in. Still half-asleep, I couldn't open my eyes, but I felt someone pulling down my pants. I laughed out loud, and then I woke up.

She was already on the bed, kneeling with her back to me. She rubbed my penis in her palm, then lowered her head and took it deeply into her mouth… It felt like falling into a soft, yielding blanket. Her warm lips and nimble tongue moved in perfect harmony, making soft, popping sounds. Ah… I couldn't help but cry out.

She looked up and gestured for me to be quiet, and I forced myself to. Through her thin nightgown, I could see she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

With each suckle, her breasts rose and fell, and a few stubborn downy hairs from her private area seemed to be peeking out of the nightgown. What were we waiting for? I half-lay down and pulled her closer to me, my right hand slipping under her skirt. After a few strokes, I felt her juices flowing down her thighs, and she began to moan… I slowly inserted my middle finger into her vagina, exploring its crevices. After a few stirrings, it felt like a babbling brook overflowing. Judging from my experience as a horny enthusiast, her vagina wasn't deep. I then inserted my ring finger, finding the space wasn't very spacious.

My thumb began searching for her clitoris, and she started moaning loudly, increasing the frequency of her sucking. With my penis in her mouth, she made gurgling sounds, her left hand supporting my shaft, while her right hand, which had been stroking my thighs, suddenly turned to caress my anus.

My God, this was unprecedented stimulation! As I increased the speed of my finger movements, I shouted at her, "Wait a minute, or I'll cum!" She didn't listen; instead, she swallowed my penis even deeper, her right index finger already inside my anus.

Ah… a thick, viscous semen seemed to roar as it shot into her throat… until my penis stopped twitching, she squeezed a few times before pulling her mouth away, ready to spit it out. I grabbed her, saying, “High in protein, don’t waste it.”

Hearing this, she leaned in as if to kiss me, but I quickly dodged, and she spat it onto a tissue and threw it in the trash. Without prior arrangement, we both went to the water dispenser to get some water. To be precise, I was thirsty from excitement, and she wanted to rinse her mouth. I hadn’t thought of that at the time, so I told her I’d feed her. So, I sat on the armchair, and she reclined in my lap. I took a sip of water and slowly fed it to her… After about half a cup, our tongues were intertwined. Because it was a kiss with a stranger, I wasn’t initially very engaged, but I gradually realized how soft her lips were, how gentle her tongue was, and how comfortable our head position and angle were—it was simply mesmerizing!

At the end of a passionate kiss, she would gently brush the corner of your mouth with the tip of her tongue—it felt truly wonderful. Our tongues met, and our hands weren't idle either. She wrapped one leg around me, her hands playing with my nipples, sometimes with her fingertips, sometimes with her palms.

I wasn't so gentle; almost violently, one hand caressed her C-cup breasts, while the other roughly kneaded her shapely buttocks. Yes, they were indeed perky, without any sagging. When she was relaxed, caressing her buttocks felt almost as good as caressing her breasts. I wanted to suck her nipples, so I picked her up.

Her nightgown slipped down, and I buried my nose between her breasts, taking a deep breath. The scent of a mature woman mixed with the fragrance of shower gel smelled wonderful. I gently laid her down on the bed, licking her breasts while one hand unconsciously began to caress her private parts… I asked her why she was late, and she said a colleague got up to use the restroom after midnight and she had to wait until everyone was asleep before she could come out. I didn't ask any more questions, instead caressing her breasts with both hands and gently pressing her nipples with my index fingers. Her areolas were small, and although she had given birth, they were still firm, at least not noticeably sagging when she was standing. Later, she mentioned that she had weaned her child early. Her nipples were still very sensitive, hardening easily with the slightest teasing.

I kissed her from her breasts to her neck and then her earlobes, then kissed her navel before quickly taking her labia into my mouth… A fresh ocean scent filled my nostrils—wow, what a surprise! My action was so sudden that she didn't expect me to lick her labia directly. She let out a soft "ah…" and her waist involuntarily twisted, her hands supporting her buttocks, responding to my sucking rhythm… Actually, if I hadn't first explored her vulva with my fingers, causing the labia to close, her vaginal opening would have been very tight. I took one labia into my mouth, inhaling and exhaling while observing her private parts. The stimulated vaginal opening was red, and I could see the engorged clitoris by parting the labia with my tongue. When my tongue gently swept over the clitoris, I could feel its firmness. I started circling her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and her moans grew louder and louder, "Ah...oh..." When I lightly touched her perineum with the tip of my tongue, she cried out, "Ah...I can't take it anymore..." I replied, "It's not too early," and began to alternately sweep her labia. Then I slightly turned her to the side, took both labia into my mouth, held my tongue, and slid it between her labia, sweeping back and forth. Her moans became rapid and hoarse, and she still murmured, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." My tongue went all the way in, rolling deep inside her vagina... She twisted her waist, and a warm current seemed to flow out of her vagina. I inhaled a small amount, feeling a slightly salty taste, but nothing else.

She pushed me away with her hands, but I held her waist firmly, preventing her from pulling away. She started pulling at me again, her hands grabbing my penis. Her face was flushed, and she looked at me pleadingly, unable to speak. I helped her up, placed my penis near her mouth, and teased her, "Do you want it?" She nodded, took my penis deep into her mouth, and murmured, "I want it, I want it..." Seeing my penis, already aroused once again, I adjusted her position, had her spread her legs with her hands, and aimed my saliva-covered, glistening penis at her entrance, thrusting it all the way in!

Ah...so tight, I gasped! Slow in and out, it seemed her vagina was a perfect fit for my size!

Ah...so thick, so big, I want it... She no longer suppressed her moans, which became louder as my thrusts accelerated. Accompanied by moans of "Ah...ah...", the room was filled with the scent of spring... With these shallow and deep thrusts, I saw her panties again. I couldn't help but ask her, "What if we don't have a condom? I'll just ejaculate in your mouth!" She said okay. I said, "I already ejaculated once, and I didn't clean myself up. Will I get pregnant if I go in?"

She seemed not to be listening to me, only wrapping her legs around my waist and hooking her arms around my neck, her warm, red lips meeting mine. Was this encouragement, or was she annoyed by my excessive talking? I increased the speed of my thrusts, her breathing grew heavier, and the desire within her was transmitted to me through her lips and tongue. Our intertwined lower bodies were already overflowing with lustful fluids… The lubrication of her love juices reduced the initial congestion during penetration, thus lessening the stimulation on my glans. I became more and more vigorous, as if a surge of exhilarating accomplishment was welling up within me. I became even more energetic, ah… ah… ah… Each thrust elicited a strong, trembling moan from her, so much so that the moans couldn't keep up with the speed of my thrusts and sounded like sobs.

Later, her heartfelt moans could only be heard through her breaths and the intervals between our kisses, sounding like howls because they were tinged with tears. But they were all the more alluring, all the more captivating.

I wanted to change to a side position so I could penetrate even deeper. However, she clung to me tightly, saying not to move. I felt her body tensing, her embrace tightening, almost pulling me into her body… until she bit my left shoulder. After five or six seconds, she let out a long sigh, her body going limp, and smiled tenderly at me. I had an orgasm… So that’s how it is! My penis was still deeply inside her vagina, motionless. Only then did I feel the rhythmic contractions inside… I asked her why she was gripping my penis after her orgasm.

She said, “Are you comfortable?”

I nodded. She said, “Come inside me.”

Seeing my surprise, she leaned close to my ear and kissed me, saying, “It’s okay, I have an IUD.

” Oh… another surprise! I picked her up and positioned her in a lotus position…

Perhaps because of the abundant vaginal fluid, accompanied by the squelching sounds of our intercourse, as I lifted her buttocks high to thrust again, a soft, gurgling sound came from her vagina, like a gentle fart.

I was surprised, and she seemed to enjoy it, moaning and breathing into my ear, "You're really ruthless, you've got some skills!" Aroused, I thrust in and out, asking, "Want to change positions?" She said, "From behind," and arched her hips high. I assumed a horse stance, supporting her buttocks, and she guided my penis in with her hands. "Ah...ah..." I pounded away, filled with a strong sense of conquest, pushing her from the middle of the bed all the way to the headboard.

She had to lift her head, her hands gripping the headboard. I knelt down and thrust into her again, the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoing. She moaned incessantly, crying out, "Faster, ah...faster, ah..." I wanted to film her buttocks like in an AV, but looking at her round, snow-white breasts, I felt a pang of tenderness and couldn't bring myself to do it. So I leaned down, grabbing her breasts, and asked, "Is it good? If I thrust faster, you can orgasm again, right?"

She replied, "It should be difficult, but...it's...still...very...comfortable...ah..." The last half of the sentence was almost a moan coming out from between her teeth! I sped up, wanting to ejaculate from behind, but she cried out, "Ah...I need to pee...I need to pee..." How can this be? Relax, relax, just pee on the bed.

I casually put a blanket under her knees, she shook her head and said, "No, ah...I can't pee, hurry up and ejaculate, ah..." I said okay, I'll still insert from the front, hold me tight!

As she obediently turned around, I suddenly wanted to test how deep her flower really was, so I lifted one of her right legs, raised it high, and then knelt on either side of her other leg. My penis almost slid into her vagina, it really went in very deep, the penis was all the way in, and the scrotum was also covered with a lot of vaginal fluid, ah...too deep! I can't take it!

She pushed me with her hands, but I ignored her and continued to thrust vigorously. Because of the limited position, I couldn't speed up the thrusting, but even so, the sufficient depth still made her cry out in pain, and she gushed out a lot of vaginal fluid. I asked her if her vagina was wet and juicy, and she just kept shaking her head, "Ah...ah...ah..." Finally, I felt the signal from my scrotum—I was about to gush! I shouted, "Hold me tight!" Then I released her right leg, and she obediently wrapped herself around my waist.

My chest pressed tightly against her breasts, and she wrapped her right arm around my neck, saying, "Fuck me, shoot inside my vagina, ah...faster, ah..." Her left hand slapped my buttocks, saying, "Come on, shoot inside my vagina, ah..." I was already about to ejaculate, and under her teasing, I finally didn't have to hold back anymore, ah...driven by intense pleasure, I poured out all over her hot

, burning vagina! The world fell silent.

Looking at the clock, it was 3:30 in the morning. I asked her what time she arrived, and she said 1:30. So our battle lasted for 2 hours. I really didn't expect that. She also felt she had never had such a harmonious sexual experience before, thanking me for giving her a wonderful orgasm, even though it only lasted a few seconds—something not all women experience.

Although we felt a little tired afterward, we were physically and mentally refreshed, and surprisingly not drowsy. So we cuddled and chatted for a while, even taking some photos of each other. She said she had noticed me a long time ago, but never expected it to develop into something like this. She added that I was very caring, and some small details had touched her.

I then realized she was a good woman, and a sense of guilt washed over me. I told her my thoughts, and she chuckled, calling me sentimental.

The next morning at breakfast, I saw her sitting alone in a corner of the restaurant, not with her colleagues. It turned out she had noticed a small red mark on her neck just below her right earlobe, probably left during their passionate encounter. She was afraid her colleagues would see it, so she had let her long hair down, even though it was hot.

I felt sorry for her; she truly is a thoughtful and considerate woman.

[The End]

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