Talented woman dedicates herself

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People often say I'm handsome, with a certain charm reminiscent of a heartthrob in a Korean drama. Hearing this makes me a little happy, but I don't really care. As a man married for three years and just over 30, I'm indifferent to these superficial comments. A man's good looks don't seem to have the same tangible appeal as a woman's beauty, though this is generally true, there are exceptions. Part of my job involves producing company promotional materials. As a fairly large manufacturing company, we don't have a huge demand for printed materials, but we still need to. Our previous design company had internal conflicts that even delayed one of our orders, and their performance was poor afterward, so we switched to a new design firm. This new company was also newly established; they had approached several other companies, but weren't very satisfied. In Xi'an, it's almost impossible to get good design without spending a lot of money. This company's past designs seemed quite good, and importantly, the price was within our budget, so we tentatively decided on them. The sales representative was a girl, and to facilitate better communication, she brought their designer, also a girl, with her when she later visited the company. This girl was quite pretty, around 26 or 27 years old, not very tall, about 1.62 meters, with a great figure. Perhaps because she works indoors all day, her skin was very fair, giving off a gentle and clean feeling, which was very comfortable. Let's call her Ying. Ying came two or three more times during subsequent communications. She didn't talk much, but her comprehension was quite good; she basically expressed our needs through the design. I admired her, and occasionally I had some inappropriate thoughts, but that was just a thought, haha. After several rounds of this, the design was basically finalized. I showed it to the boss, and he raised a minor, innocuous question about the wording. Of course, I listened to the boss and revised it according to his suggestions. This time, she came to check, and if there were no problems, the design company said they planned to produce the drawings for me to sign and confirm. I thought there were no issues, so I agreed. This time, Ying came alone; she said the other girl had something to do, so she brought the final draft herself. We have an open office, and since I didn't have their drawing software installed on my computer, I went to the computer room, which was a separate small room. The network administrator gave a few instructions and hurriedly left, so she took over the computer while I reviewed the images. For some reason, she seemed very nervous; I could clearly sense her unease, but I didn't pay much attention. We started looking at the images. The catalog was over twenty pages long, and the computer wasn't very fast. I didn't have much else to do, so we slowly waited and looked through each page. At first, everyone was silent, but gradually her nervousness made me feel a little awkward. I said a few words to try and ease the tension, but it didn't seem to work. Then, the computer crashed! Damn it.After restarting the computer, I found a password. I called the network administrator and got the password, then started looking at the pictures again. Ying seemed quite computer-savvy; she did everything. When we started looking at the pictures again, she seemed much more relaxed, and we started chatting. Somehow, we started talking about Korean dramas. I said she had a South Korean vibe, looking clean and gentle. She seemed a little shy and said I had the vibe of a certain Korean drama star that she liked. After saying that, she looked at me with a smile, her eyes seeming expectant. Suddenly, I felt a surge of impulse, feeling I should do something but not knowing how. The atmosphere became a little awkward. We started looking at the pictures again. She manipulated the computer, slowly dragging the images for me to check the details. I pretended to have a question and gently held her hand while moving the mouse. She moved slightly but didn't pull away. Her hand was warm and smooth. I could sense she was a little nervous but tried to appear calm, which was very cute. Actually, I felt the same way, haha. Just as I was about to take further action, the annoying network administrator came in, yelling that we weren't done yet, so we had to quickly return to our original purpose. Having already seen it several times before, without any deliberate dawdling, we quickly finished viewing the pictures, and of course, there were no problems. When Ying left, we exchanged business cards and QQ numbers. I wondered if it was really over. The brochure project proceeded as normal, but Ying never came to the company again. However, we had quickly become familiar online. I also understood why she had such feelings for me—a very common trope: I was very similar to her first love from university. They had a three-year-long, tumultuous relationship in college, and after graduation, they were practically husband and wife, except for the legal formalities. However, due to the man's family's opposition and sending him abroad, they had to break up, and then she suffered a painful period of silence for two years.Her romantic history spanned from 2010 until last year when someone introduced her to a boyfriend. This boy is currently quite successful, working as a technician at a large telecommunications company and treating her very well. From a marriage perspective, he's a good marriage prospect, and everyone is happy for her. However, she knows this isn't the life she truly wants. For various reasons, they've been dating for a while now. Both sets of parents are satisfied, and the boy has mentioned marriage many times, but she keeps hesitating and undecided, unsure of what to do herself. After getting to know each other better, they've discussed some more mature topics. She's a bit shy, but hasn't shown any aversion, and sometimes she'll ask some open questions. When asked if she'd like to meet, she avoided answering, seemingly aware of the consequences of meeting alone. Later, this issue kept coming up in their conversations, and finally, she told me that her boyfriend picks her up every day after work, so she doesn't have time. I asked if she could come out during work hours, and she said she wasn't sure but probably could. I was secretly delighted, wondering when we could meet. One afternoon, I had an external training session, and I asked her online if she could come out that afternoon. She said she had a design in hand but wasn't sure, so I told her to hurry up and come out that afternoon. She hesitated for a moment, but eventually agreed obediently, which made me secretly happy. Not long after the training started, I slipped away and called her. She asked for my location, saying she'd be there soon. About 20 minutes later, she arrived, still with that clean and gentle aura, but much prettier than before. She was wearing a short, smoky gray silk dress, the material soft and light, and black stiletto sandals, making her feet and legs look long and fair. She looked elegant and vibrant. She smiled and asked what I wanted. I said, "To get a room, of course." She blushed and lowered her head in silent agreement. I was overjoyed; I hadn't expected her to agree so quickly! When we got to a nearby room, as we were closing the door, I suddenly turned around and pinned her against it, then kissed her. She resisted slightly but let me touch her freely. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her breasts not large but firm. I caressed and enjoyed her alluring body, my penis already hard and pressing against her. She gently hugged me, her eyes slightly closed, letting me do as I pleased, letting out soft moans as I played with her nipples. I could no longer control the desire within me, wanting to devour her, I squeezed her body even harder, then eagerly pushed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her, wanting to have my way with her. She didn't react, still with her eyes closed, but her face had turned completely red. Suddenly she said, "Clothes." Perhaps afraid of wrinkling them. I quickly stripped off her clothes and a set of light pink lingerie, then hurriedly took off my own clothes and pounced on her again. She turned her head to the side, still with her eyes closed, silently acquiescing to my actions. A fair and alluring body lay beneath me, completely at my mercy. I parted her pale legs and touched her genitals; they were already very wet. I grabbed my already erect penis, rubbed it against the outside to moisten it, and then thrust in forcefully. It went in very deep, and a tight, enveloping feeling quickly spread throughout my body. She moaned and spread her legs even wider. I thrust desperately, as if I wanted to pierce her, then straddled her, holding her shoulders tightly so that my erect penis remained deep inside her, quietly enjoying this beautiful moment. My penis seemed to be throbbing with desire, almost to the point of ejaculation. I quickly calmed myself down and began to thrust wildly inside her. After dozens of thrusts, her body slowly began to respond. She gripped my back, trying to spread her legs and raise her genitals to meet my rhythm. I thrust even harder. Slowly, her entire body grew hot, and muffled moans escaped her throat; she seemed desperately trying to control herself from making a sound. I held her body tightly, thrusting wildly and mercilessly, waves of pleasure surging within me, my face burning, my facial muscles contorting. After a period of frenzied thrusting, she seemed to enter a state of frenzy, clinging tightly to me, her genitals pounding upwards, her body contorting, her vagina contracting and trembling uncontrollably, her face flushed, and unconscious moans escaping her throat. I gripped her body tightly, making a final, frenzied thrust; finally, I reached my limit, my swollen penis convulsing, uncontrolled semen gushing into her body, waves of intense pleasure crashing over me like a raging flood, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm… After cleaning up, we lay back on the bed, she nestled shyly in my arms, looking at me lovingly and caressing my body. Having just finished intense activity, I needed to rest before starting the next round, so we chatted while caressing her body. I asked her if she was satisfied with my performance, and she said it was alright. I asked her how long it had been since I last did it, and she said a long time. I asked her how many men she had slept with, and she playfully hit me a few times and ignored me. I took her small hand and placed it on my penis, asking her to tease it so I could regain my erection quickly, but she seemed quite unfamiliar with it. I asked her what positions she liked when she had sex with her ex-boyfriends, and she said she wouldn't tell me, haha. After chatting and laughing for a while, I felt my penis regain its vitality, so I pulled her off the bed and straddled her again. She pretended to exaggerate and said she wanted more, but she cooperated with my intentions. Because I was very excited earlier, the whole process was done in missionary position from beginning to end, so this time I tried more variations. Plus, I had just ejaculated and my body wasn't as excited, so I first did it in her mouth, then I put her legs on my shoulders and did it, then I had her kneel on the bed and did it from behind, then I had her on top and did it to her, and she cooperated with all of them. Finally, I had her stand on the edge of the bed and kneel on one knee and did it to her, and then I ejaculated inside her again. This time I reached my climax again, but it wasn't as exciting or stimulating as last time. She was very accommodating, letting me do whatever I wanted. As I ejaculated, her body tried to keep up with my rhythm. After we finished, she was about to leave, but I wanted to go again, so I tried to keep her. I said I wanted to hold her and sleep for a little while, just a short while, because her body had exhausted me from the temptation, and she wanted to comfort me. She said it was my own fault but agreed to stay with me for another half hour. I fell asleep in her arms, one hand caressing her nipple. She pushed my hand away and told me to sleep. I thought I needed to recover my energy, so I fell asleep peacefully. She turned on the TV. Actually, I woke up after only a short while, but my penis still felt listless, so I pretended to be asleep. But she noticed and said, "If you're done sleeping, get up and stop pretending." I straddled her, kissed her lips, caressed her breasts, and spread her legs, but my penis was uncooperative and wouldn't work. She chuckled and said, "Okay, I'm leaving." I asked her to use her mouth to help me get my penis hard again, but she refused. So I took her hand and started stroking it, but it still wouldn't get hard after a while. She said okay, she'd tried her best and I didn't blame her, so I had to let her get up. She went to wash up, came out barefoot, and started getting dressed. She put on her bra first, then her panties, then her skirt, and stood there getting ready in front of the mirror. She had a great figure, and I couldn't resist jumping off the bed naked and pressing myself against her from behind, using my shrunken penis to press her buttocks tightly against the cabinet in front of the mirror. She smiled at me but ignored me and continued getting ready. I unhooked her bra and pulled it up so I could caress her breasts through her clothes. Through the silky fabric, her buttocks and breasts looked elastic and soft. I kept teasing her nipples, pressing my lower body tightly against her buttocks, enjoying this sweet moment and building up my energy. After she finished getting dressed, she asked me to let go of her so she could put on her shoes. I released her breasts but held her waist tightly, keeping my penis pressed firmly against her buttocks. She said how could she put on her shoes like this, and I told her to figure it out herself. She had no choice but to lead me to the shoes, and we moved like conjoined twins. Then she bent down to get the shoes and began to put them on with difficulty. The action of her bending over and crossing her legs stimulated my penis, which was pressed against her buttocks, giving me a sudden and strong sexual stimulation. My penis suddenly became active! This feeling was even stronger when she put on the other shoe. When she finished putting on her shoes and stood up straight, just as she was about to speak to me, I suddenly pulled her to the table in front of the mirror, lifted her skirt, and quickly pulled down her panties from behind. She asked, "What are you doing?" I ignored her and spread her legs from behind, answering her with my actions. I bent her upper body and made her lie face down on the table, then used my already erect penis to press against her clitoris from behind. Her clitoris was a little dry, so it was difficult to penetrate. I rubbed against it, my hands roaming over her buttocks, breasts, and body. She exaggeratedly said, "You can still do it?" Then, noticing her clothes, she lay there waiting. I lifted her clothes higher, exposing her entire buttocks and back, which were fair and tender, a pleasing sight. At this point, I could reach under and play with her nipples. Soon, her vulva became wet, and my penis slid in smoothly, beginning to thrust. This height was more comfortable than when we were doing it from behind on the bed, and I could play with her buttocks and breasts. I could also clearly see her in the mirror.Her expression was incredibly arousing. Her eyes darted around in the mirror, and when she saw me looking at her, she turned her face away. Looking at her face during sex was more stimulating, so I turned her face away again. She didn't turn away again, but lowered her gaze and stopped looking at me. Having sex from behind felt more pleasurable because of the deeper penetration. Since we'd already done it twice, this time I took my time, slowly enjoying the process. As I thrust, I felt her react; her face turned red, and her breathing became heavy. My own climax was still far off, but I increased the frequency of my thrusts. She slowly reached orgasm, her body heating up, her throat beginning to moan, and she whispered "harder," then lowered her head. I smiled and increased the speed again. Her moans intensified, her body flushed, and her genitals began to tremble. I exerted even more force to satisfy her needs, the sound of my lower abdomen slapping against her buttocks becoming rapid and loud. Slowly, her climax subsided, but I still felt nothing. She began to cooperate quietly. I had her stand on a low stool next to me with one leg, so her genitals were fully exposed, allowing me more freedom to have sex with her from behind. I asked her to say something swear to increase the stimulation, but she said she couldn't. I asked her to say in her dialect, "Brother, fuck me, fuck me hard," but she refused. At that moment, I felt the urge. I held her tightly and fucked her hard from behind. She probably realized I was about to ejaculate and obediently cooperated. Soon, my semen gushed out, all of it inside her. After ejaculating, I was so exhausted that I collapsed onto her back. She told me to lie there for a moment, then moved her hips to pull my penis out. She got up and playfully pushed me away before going to the bathroom. When she came out again, I was already lying on the bed. She started getting ready again, and after everything was tidy, she made a face at me and asked if I wanted to do it again. I smiled and said, "If you want, I'll do it to the death." She said, "No way," then smiled, said goodbye, and left. I slept for a while to recover my energy and then left. The next day, I asked her on QQ how she was feeling. She said she was fine. I asked her when we would meet next time, and she said she'd wait until I recovered. I said, "Even dying under the peony flower is romantic, I can handle it." She said I needed to take care of myself and not let my wife find out. I chuckled. We met once more afterward. Later, she said she was planning to get married, but that engineer didn't want to see her anymore. I congratulated her, but I felt a deep sense of loss. After that, I couldn't find her online anymore; she didn't reply to my messages, and after a while, she was no longer on my friends list. I think she probably has new plans. I silently wished her happiness, and that was the end of it.

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