Spring is here.

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In early March, for some reason, I dressed unusually lightly—maybe I was just feeling spring-like! As soon as the weather cooled down a bit,

I couldn't wait to change into spring clothes for work. I wore a black three-quarter-sleeve cardigan over

a thin white crew-neck sweater; a low-waisted black cotton skirt, barely reaching my thighs, paired with

very high stilettos to make my legs look longer.

But the morning work was so busy that even the office aisle was packed. When I grabbed some documents and reports

to go to the mailroom, a male colleague tried to cut me off. I stepped aside to let him pass, but I could

clearly . I glared at him fiercely. He turned around, seemingly to apologize, but his gaze

lingered on the cleavage beneath my crew-neck sweater.

I noticed something slowly bulging in his crotch, and my desire swelled within me as well

. My cheeks burned, and I fled the scene as if my secret had been exposed, hiding in

the bathroom

some inexplicable reason, I placed the soaking wet pad inside the yellow envelope containing confidential documents. I

dried myself off, put on a new pad, and tried to calm myself for the upcoming meeting. Then I went to the

mailroom , but the desire still made me so agitated I wanted to scream.

I picked up the envelope containing the pad and wrote "To Tony." I entered Tony's

office; he was staring at the screen. I noticed his gaze swept over me from head to toe.

I mischievously bent down and handed him the envelope: "This is important!" I was sure

he could see everything through my pink bra. Then I gracefully walked back to my office

to prepare the meeting materials.

At 10 o'clock sharp, the U-shaped conference table was filled with people sitting upright. Wearing a skirt, I had initially been sitting

elegantly to the side, but after more than an hour of meeting, and listening to a certain assistant manager talk

for nearly twenty minutes about things unrelated to the topic, I kept shifting my position by crossing my legs or involuntarily dozing off.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, I saw the lecherous old man from the sales department sitting opposite me, staring

at . I realized then that I was wearing a low-waisted cotton mini-skirt, my legs brazenly spread apart, making it impossible to ignore.

Just the thought of my exposed skin being spied on

ignited a burning, restless desire within me during the long meeting.

I just wanted it so badly, imagining a man's broad chest, imagining his forceful thrusts, and I unconsciously squeezed

my legs together to let the stimulating pleasure surge through me; but afraid of being discovered, I loosened my legs again, my legs

constantly shifting between squeezing and loosening restlessly.

After the meeting, the huge conference room was empty except for me and Lisa, the secretary of Director D, organizing the documents. While I was chatting with Lisa after I

finished organizing my data, Tony came in at just the right time to get my data. I

happily handed the pile of organized documents to Tony, inadvertently nudging him with my hip, glancing back at him

, and then walked ahead of Tony with Lisa. We went back to the office to put the data away, then to the data

center to put the files away, leaving Lisa to organize the documents there. I made an excuse that I had something to do and left with Tony.

Outside the data center, Tony's hand started to wander onto my hip. I turned around, put my hands on my hips,

and angrily called him a pervert.

Tony looked at me lecherously and said, "Sabrina, I've received your important documents

. Sabrina, your legs are so white, so long, so sexy."

I laughed and said, "What, are you in heat?"

Tony pulled me into the computer room. The small space was filled with huge network racks,

the air conditioning was humming loudly and stuffy. Tony locked the door behind him, took my hands in his, pressed me

against the wall and kissed me. Soon he took off my black cardigan, my thin crew neck sweater, and

skillfully unhooked my bra.

I was naked from the waist up, only wearing a low-waisted cotton skirt. He put one arm around my waist and the other on

my white and full breasts, lowered his head and greedily sucked on my nipples, played with my breasts, kissed my

lips, and sucked on my tongue. I couldn't help but pant and writhe like a snake.

His hands wandered under my skirt, his fingers exploring the depths of my aroused state, carefully

kneading and stimulating my genitals. With each gentle rub, my juices flowed freely.

I obediently arched my hips, letting his hands pull down my soaked t-back, his fingers rubbing

my clitoris. I desperately wanted him inside me, and I began to kiss him wildly, my tongue on his tongue, his

lips, biting his shoulders, sucking on his neck, holding him tightly in a frenzy of kisses.

My heart pounded. I knelt down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis, its strong ammonious scent filling the

air. Slowly, I took the glans into my lips, licking around it with my tongue, gently swirling the tip of my tongue around the urethral opening, and

softly biting the groove of the glans with my teeth, gently sucking on his penis.

I skillfully caressed his penis, slowly drawing it deep into my throat, enveloping my tongue with my throat, swallowing

saliva and making my throat move, my tongue licking the base. My slender fingers played with his testicles, and I could

feel his penis grow even larger in my mouth. Tony couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Within minutes, he gripped my head tightly with both hands, his penis throbbing in my mouth. I

licked his glans even more vigorously. He ejaculated soon after, his penis still in my mouth, the semen too much for me

to spit , so I swallowed it all down as my lunch, occasionally licking the remaining semen from the corners of my lips.

I leaned against the wall, my back to Tony, as his hands reached up from behind to fondle my

breasts , his lips kissing my neck and bare back, occasionally rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. My

lust was raging, and I reached down to Tony's crotch. His large penis was hard again. I arched my back, yearning for

his penetration, but Tony didn't. He just kept kneading my buttocks and grabbing my

swaying breasts, laughing and saying, "You slut, do you want to be fucked?", "bitch!"...etc.,

muttering under his breath.

I felt a surge of anger, and I turned around and slammed my knee into his groin. Tony was in so much pain that he knelt on the ground, clutching his balls

. I put my crew-neck sweater and black cardigan back on, cursing, "If you want to do it, just do it! Why..."

"Your mouth is so dirty!" I kicked him in the groin again with my stiletto heel, leaving Bra

and T-back pinned to the ground.

I straightened myself and turned to leave, leaving Tony groaning, clutching his testicles. But when I returned to

the office, seeing the prominent nipples on his white crew-neck sweater and the wetness under his skirt, my desire

hadn't cooled, and I started to regret it.

I went back to the computer room, opened the door, and saw Tony squatting on the floor with his legs clamped together. I

straddled him, lifted my skirt over his head, and asked, "I'm so fierce, do you still dare

to sleep with me?" He didn't answer, but just licked my wet genitals with his tongue.

I straddled Tony, unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, stripped

him naked, and licked his lips from his nipples down to his penis. I guided his

erect penis to my vagina and sat down, feeling it slide inside me,

the hardness of his erection at the entrance of my vagina.

I slowly swayed my hips, feeling the hard thrusts of his penis, "Oh..." My vagina felt

the friction of his thick penis.

I twisted my waist and swayed my hips, letting the tingling pleasure of the deep friction spread. I grabbed his hand and

rubbed my breasts through my thin sweater, my hips moving faster and faster under my short skirt. I supported myself with my hands on the ground,

moving up and down vigorously...

He took off my round-neck sweater, revealing my swaying breasts. I sat up, my hair loose,

leaning back, like a she-wolf in heat, wildly straddling him, burning with desire.

I moaned softly, my skirt swaying, my long, loose hair cascading over my chest, relentlessly chasing

the satisfaction , looking down as my thick penis was swallowed by my red labia…

Just as I was about to change positions, Tony's phone suddenly rang. I looked at the phone and saw it was Lisa.

I said, "Ignore her!" But Tony still picked up the phone.

"Tony, the motorcycle won't start, can you come and help?" Lisa pleaded in a sweet voice.

I lay on top of Tony, straddling his penis, and

whispered , "If you dare to go, don't even think about getting on me next time!" I twisted my waist vigorously, my hands kneading

my breasts.

Tony, panting, replied to Lisa, "I'm busy, can you wait a bit?"

I rolled over, leaning against the wall with my back to Tony. He lifted my skirt and began

a fierce assault from behind, thrusting hard. I enjoyed his rough attack. He reached behind and grabbed

my breasts, kneading them. I moaned incessantly. The room was filled with the booming of machinery, the slapping

sounds of impact, and my wanton moans.

Tony thrust vigorously, making me sway back and forth. He brutally

filled the restlessness deep within me until he finally ejaculated into my wet vagina.

I was panting heavily, my chest bare, looking at the trampled bra and t-back on the floor. My skirt

was also soaked. I had no choice but to put my thin crew neck sweater and jacket back on and straighten my skirt.

I bent down to pick up Tony's underwear, wiped the dampness from my crotch and the secretions on my inner thighs, and glanced at

my watch—it was already 1 a.m.

I stepped over the exhausted Tony lying on the floor, and walked back to the office, satisfied, to prepare for

another meeting that afternoon.

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