Manxin's College Sexual History, Chapters 1-2

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Chapter 1: Working Lover's Travelogue
1-1. Encounter
When Manxin first saw Michael, the company's vice president, it was at a roadshow for the company's products.
Manxin wore a racing princess dress with the company logo printed on it, and her cleavage was also covered with company and product images.
Although she was earning money through sex appeal, which came much faster than working at the convenience store, she didn't act recklessly just because the money came so quickly.
She remembered that everyone's attention was on her, silently.
Rather than staring at her, it wasn't so much staring at her 36F breasts.
She only had a 23-inch waist, and the strong contrast between her bust and waist was already close to the limit of the audience's imagination of sexiness. This kind of figure could only be seen in comics or pornographic films with fake breasts.
"But, this movement isn't fake." Everyone thought this, but no one wasted time saying it out loud.
Manxin was no stranger to this feeling of being violated by gazes.
Ever since joining the dance club in high school, she'd been the star of the show. Whenever she was there, the other girls couldn't get any attention.
This wasn't because she was more assertive or had better dance skills, but because of her naturally gifted physique—a gap no one else could bridge.
That day at the exhibition, manager Chen Pang couldn't find the host, his chubby face and neck dripping with sweat, looking like a greasy pig, but he couldn't reach her by phone. After Manxin finished showcasing her first batch of products, she couldn't bear to see Chen Pang, who was trying to find exhibition opportunities for them, so she volunteered.
"Brother Chen, I've hosted shows at school. If you trust me, I can stand in for you," Manxin said with a bright smile, revealing her white teeth.
Chen Pang had risen from assistant to manager, but he was still a novice in the show industry. He'd seen many showgirls, but never actually been on stage with any, let alone a stunner like Manxin.
"You...you...are you really sure?" Although Chen Pang had found someone, he was too embarrassed to stare at Manxin's cleavage, which was almost as big as his own fat head, so he responded with even more nervousness than if he hadn't found the host.
"No problem, leave it to me!" Manxin deliberately showed her pearly teeth, and the scent of her breath, unique to beautiful women, mixed with the fragrance of her lipstick, wafted towards Chen Pang. She knew Chen Pang's lustful gaze, but she wasn't worried at all; after all, looking was one thing, but not being able to have her.
Because of this opportunity to go on stage, Manxin was able to introduce Michael to the stage, and the two only exchanged a glance.
That day, it shouldn't have been Michael's turn. How could the company entrust such an important moment to this crown prince who had just returned from studying in the United States?
But Michael's father was shrewd and calculating, and the faction of the vice president from the collateral branch was waiting to take over the plan. Even if Michael wasn't ready, he had to force it. He would retire
in three years, and he couldn't let the collateral branch get the opportunity.
The exhibition was a great success; Manxin's hosting and performance had the entire venue buzzing with excitement. The company even gave Chen Pang an extra 100,000 yuan to distribute to the staff.
A few days later, Manxin received a call from Chen Pang.
"Brother Chen, is there another event?" Manxin never deliberately acted coquettishly on the phone, because she knew that acting coquettishly was low-class, and that wasn't her style.
"No! It's that exhibition from last time, remember?" Chen Pang's sweat dripped down his face as he told Manxin the fluctuating power of the phone number.
"I remember! What's wrong?"
"The company called and said they really appreciated your performance and wanted to discuss another potential collaboration with you. They
asked you to call their secretary, the number is..." Chen Pang managed to finish the sentence smoothly in one breath.
Manxin
wasn't dressed particularly provocatively, but her 36F bust was hard to hide. When she arrived at the company as agreed, the secretary who greeted her was remarkably calm, but her large eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses seemed to appear half a centimeter larger; she couldn't believe her breasts were that big.
"Hello, I'm Michael's special assistant, my name is Ivany."
Ivany seemed shrewd and capable. Although she was a secretary, she didn't wear a suit; instead, a black dress accentuated her beautiful figure and extraordinary temperament.
(Why do people in this company all have English names?) Manxin thought to herself. On the other hand, glancing sideways at Ivany, her breasts were probably close to a D cup.
"I'm Michael's junior from USC. I had just started studying at USC when Michael graduated with his PhD and returned to China, almost 10 years later, which is why I know him.
So after graduating from graduate school, I came to help him. I'm also a marketing specialist in the company," Ivany said.
The door creaked open. Michael walked in and greeted Manxin with a Western air.
"Hello, would you like some coffee?" Michael gave a friendly smile typical of Americans when they see a beautiful woman, pressed the phone on the table, and ordered a cup of coffee.
"Here's the thing. Our company's products will be exhibited in multiple locations across the country in the future, and we need a venue assistant who truly understands our products. We don't want an outsourcing agency that doesn't understand the products to do this. Michael saw your performance last time and asked me to find you. We hope you can intern at the company on a paid basis." Ivany finished speaking to Manxin, her expression neither smiling nor cold, focusing intently on the key point of the discussion.
(But I earn 30,000 a month doing fashion shows. An intern...) Manxin was really worried about the "intern" position.
"Ms. Zhang, please don't worry. We asked Manager Chen, and a typical showgirl earns about 20,000 a month. You're a bit better looking, but even if you work hard, it's unlikely you'll earn 40,000. We'll give you 50,000 a month."
(50,000! A college student gets that much. That's definitely better than the pay for doing fashion shows.) Manxin thought to herself.
"Ms. Zhang seems to have agreed! I'll call the HR manager up in a bit. You'll fill out some forms and open an account. We'll train you on introducing the company's products for a month." Ivany's words still revealed her confidence and assertiveness.
Michael, standing to the side, simply smiled as he watched Manxin.
He wasn't particularly handsome, a little overweight and balding, but he was refined and his teeth were as white as Manxin's. At the last event, Manxin had only caught a fleeting glimpse of him, but this was the first time she had looked at him clearly.
Yet Michael didn't say a word.
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1-2. Chu Xiao
Manxin had been working at the company for three weeks. Although she could only use her spare time, the company's products weren't difficult to understand, and the limited time was enough. The youthful Manxin brought a stir to the company's engineering department. Jiande, the deputy manager of the engineering department, was a 35-year-old junior manager who was usually quite lazy, always hiding behind his subordinates. But when Manxin appeared, he volunteered to introduce the company's products to her.
"Once the switch is turned on, the system will run automatically. If you want to select settings, move the cursor to the top right option. Yes, yes, you see, things like date, connected devices, and network signal are all adjusted like this." Jiande explained the product to Manxin while standing on the high table.
Due to the angle, Manxin's breasts were positioned perfectly between Jiande's eyes and the products on the high table.
(They were completely blocked), Jiande thought to himself.
Having never had a girlfriend and still a virgin, Jiande almost reached out and pressed Manxin's breasts down so he could see the products.
Having engaged in escort services a few times, Jiande's home was filled with pornographic films on a 16-ton NAS. He'd only ever seen breasts like that in movies. Once, he'd hired a prostitute for 6000 yuan; she was supposedly an F-cup, but when he touched her after she took off her clothes, he realized she was missing a word: "fake F-cup."
Since that lesson, Jiande's ability to distinguish breasts by appearance had improved significantly.
"Appreciation is a product of experience," Jiande privately told his tea-drinking gang.
(But Manxin's breasts—out of 1000 women, you might find 10, and of those, 8 might be overweight and 1 fake. These breasts are one in a thousand!) Jiande couldn't help but admire them.
"I understand, thank you, Brother Jiande." Manxin endured Jiande's bad breath, still offering her signature pearly smile. The scent of her lipstick wafted into Jiande's nose, further stimulating his lust.
Manxin's words seemed to awaken Jiande.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Michael and Ivany walked in.
"Manxin, we've arranged a fashion show next month in the south. You and Michael will go together. We'd like you to rehearse with Michael next week, so prepare well," Ivany said.
"Don't worry too much, just try your best." This was the first time Manxin had heard Michael speak at the company.
"Okay, I'll be prepared and won't let you down."
The day of the rehearsal arrived, and Manxin even specially chose a dress for a banquet, ready to go to the rehearsal.
"Michael is already waiting for you in his office, go in yourself!" Ivany, dressed in a black dress, still spoke with her usual cold, businesslike smile.
(Is black dress the only thing she can wear?) Manxin couldn't help but tease herself inwardly.
Manxin opened the door. The pure white paint and LED lights illuminated the entire office, which was about the size of half a basketball court, making it look like a scene from a movie paradise. Even the carpet and floor tiles were pure white. A desk the size of a single bed, a U-shaped sofa, and a coffee table were made of pure black teak, like a die with five points rolled.
Manxin, with her sharp eyes, noticed another locked door in the office, wondering what was inside.
"That's my temporary bedroom. Sometimes I work too late and don't go home, so I sleep here," Michael said, having already noticed Manxin's gaze on his mysterious little room.
"If you're ready, let's begin!" Michael poured himself a cup of coffee, the aroma filling the entire office, and picked up a few mint leaves.
(High-end stuff!) Manxin silently scoffed.
"Our product..." Manxin came prepared, speaking fluently and unhurriedly. Her light red short dress accentuated her youth, and she occasionally raised her hand, intentionally or unintentionally revealing the mysterious space between her side arm and body.
No, that space didn't exist, because it was already filled with 36F breasts.
When Manxin moved to the other end of the screen, Michael discovered that this girl's breasts weren't just huge. With each step, the fabric clung to her chest, bouncing obediently with her flesh. These smooth breasts were different from the overly firm elasticity of ordinary young girls.
As a prince, Michael was never short of women. Back in the American Chinese community, he was a well-known playboy, having touched all sorts of girls. But after returning to his career, those uncles and elders were waiting to see him embarrass himself, so he had to endure it and not ruin his reputation.
But Michael had his own set of standards for appreciating girls from different countries. Europeans and Americans had good figures and attractive blonde hair, but their skin wasn't so great. Asian girls didn't have great figures, but their skin was far superior to that of European and American girls—you could tell just by touching it.
But this girl seemed like an American girl's body encased in Asian skin.
A perfect match!
"Okay, let's take a look at the video you just introduced." Michael poured a cup of coffee and invited Manxin to sit on the sofa.
Manxin felt a little uncomfortable and sat down a seat away from him.
"If you keep this up, I'll have to speak loudly," Michael said, pulling Manxin's arm and then her shoulder, drawing her to sit next to him. Manxin
felt a jolt of electricity as Michael's hand touched her shoulder. But Michael, understanding women well, quickly withdrew his hand, showing no awkwardness or overstepping his bounds, his gesture natural and friendly.
Michael, quite experienced, offered Manxin some constructive advice, each point devoid of malicious criticism.
"Okay, I want you to try again," Michael said.
"Okay, no problem," Manxin replied, getting up to walk towards the screen.
"No, not this way," Michael pulled Manxin's arm back.
Manxin's breasts bounced violently with the movement.
1 time, 2 times, 3 times, 4 times, 5 times. A record broken. Michael meticulously calculated the number of times Manxin's breasts bounced with this movement, very scientifically.
"There's a wardrobe inside. Go get a long black dress and change into it. The occasions in the South are more formal, so I want you to try it on," Michael said, pointing to the mysterious little room.
Manxin cautiously opened the door, glancing back at Michael.
(Was she really going to have to change?) Manxin looked back at Michael.
Michael flattened his palm, gesturing "please," and nodded, indicating that Manxin could go in without worry.
It was a room almost as big as an office, with a bed, sofa, TV, home theater system, bathroom, and one or two dressing rooms.
(What two dressing rooms, one for men and one for women?) Manxin didn't understand why Michael's bedroom needed a women's dressing room
. Manxin turned on the light in the women's dressing room and started browsing. Almost all the clothes were black dresses or gowns, all designer brands:
Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Valentin, Ferragamo.
Manxin picked out a black Burberry dress and took off her own clothes. Looking at her naked body in the mirror, she realized she was only wearing a nu bra today, no other bra.
The black Burberry dress slid down her body like warm water, stopping just at her chest. The deep slit at the chest accentuated her figure perfectly. This was a dress that only a D-cup or larger could hold up, creating a beautiful silhouette—a dress that discriminated against women with smaller busts.
(Perfect!) Manxin marveled at the dress's beauty.
Once a girl's heart is stirred, it's hard to stop. Where else would she have the chance to try on so many designer dresses at once? Manxin tried them on one by one, almost forgetting she was hosting a rehearsal.
On her sixth dress, a Chanel gown, black tassels adorned the chest with tiny, scattered, diamond-like sparkles. The slit at the chest was even deeper.
Manxin chose a heart-shaped platinum necklace. The dressing room mirror wasn't enough for her; she wanted to go to the large mirror next to the sofa to check herself out.
"This suits you perfectly, you look beautiful!" Michael's voice suddenly appeared beside the bed.
Manxin, who had just stepped out of the dressing room, was startled.
"Walk around and let me see," Michael said, his words few but warm and reassuring.
Manxin walked timidly and awkwardly to the sofa, hesitant to get too close.
"Walk around the sofa and let me see," Michael said.
It felt like a soundproof room; all sounds were exceptionally clear and enclosed, like wearing high-end over-ear headphones—it was almost magical.
Manxin followed Michael's instructions and walked around again.
Her perfect breasts bounced, her steps causing her hips to sway; even with a slight awkwardness, it only accentuated her sexiness. Michael hadn't seen such a beauty in a long time.
"Wait!" Michael suddenly told Manxin to stop, walking towards her and extending his arm.
(What was he going to do?) Manxin was too nervous to move.
Michael's arm didn't stop at her body, but instead reached behind her neck, seemingly pulling on some part of her dress.
Michael's breath was right next to Manxin's ear. Compared to Jiande's bad breath, this scent, with a hint of coffee and mint, was much more pleasant; even at such close range, it wasn't unpleasant.
The large lapel and bow tie of Michael's suit gently brushed against Manxin's exposed breasts. Time seemed to stand still, but Manxin wished it would pass quickly; she was too nervous.
Michael's hand went around to the back of Manxin's neck and tugged. One minute—it shouldn't have been three minutes.
Manxin heard a "pop." Michael's hand withdrew, and the tension vanished.
Michael opened his palm to show Manxin; it was the dress tag.
After Michael left, Manxin breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but gasp when she saw the price tag.
Six figures!
"Now it's yours!" Michael said nonchalantly.
Manxin gasped again. Although she had never lacked attention from men since childhood, the fact that this young master of a company, a future tycoon who had kissed countless beauties, was willing to gift her this brand-new, six-figure suit still made this college beauty secretly delighted.
"Would you like to try another one?" Michael gently offered another suggestion.
"I... I can't accept something so expensive again." Manxin was still worried that Michael had ulterior motives.
"No, just this one, but you can try on others."
With no risk, Manxin didn't need to hesitate and turned to go into the dressing room.
"Which one will he think looks good?" Manxin muttered to herself.
Her mindset was also undergoing a subtle change. Why did she choose the one she liked just now, but this one seemed designed to please Michael?
Manxin took off the Burberry suit, and her proud, large breasts were no longer covered by the dress, with only the skin around her nipples covered by a nubra.
Under the spotlight, her 36F breasts cast long shadows over her entire abdomen. Manxin didn't bend over, but let the unbuttoned dress slide naturally down her large breasts. She turned and picked up another designer dress with a Chinese style, bending down to slip her feet into it, her large, soft breasts swaying obediently.
Just as she was about to fasten the dress straps and button the large back button, her left hand couldn't reach the buttonhole. Suddenly, a man's hand touched her shoulder.
"I'll help you." It was Michael's voice.
"Ah! No~~~." Manxin was about to politely refuse, turning to face the man who had suddenly appeared.
A warm, moist pair of lips touched hers, her large breasts pressed to one side by the man's chest.
"Is he going to kiss me?" Manxin silently asked herself this silly question. Although she was startled, her body didn't resist at all; she even tilted her chin slightly, allowing Michael to press his lips against hers.
"Turn around!" Michael said.
The voice snapped Manxin back to reality.
Despite the opportunity, Michael abandoned his successful surprise kiss, pulling Manxin's shoulders and making her turn towards the mirror.
Michael didn't obediently hide behind Manxin to fasten her dress straps. Instead, he reached his left hand around her neck to the front, pulling the strap towards the buttonhole.
While seemingly politely avoiding a successful sexual assault, Michael's left elbow was firmly placed on Manxin's chest. The movement was natural and unforced, yet the rubbing brought a slow, tingling pleasure.
Manxin watched in the mirror as Michael's elbow pressed against her half-exposed breasts, each time seemingly trying to push her nubra off, only to pull it back at the last moment. Manxin
couldn't help but pull on Michael's elbow.
This action could be interpreted as Manxin trying to stop Michael from continuing to rub her large breasts with his elbow, but it was also, in effect, a desire for Michael to move his hand to her breasts.
The subtle pleasure in her breasts slowly intensified, and Manxin couldn't help but bite her lower lip. Looking at her violated reflection in the mirror, she realized something.
Michael was also looking at himself in the mirror, smiling.
It was the same smile as during the meeting last month. A silent yet all-encompassing expression.
"Buttoned up!" Michael said, pulling Manxin back from her reverie.
After a long pause, the two stood before the mirror, seeing each other and themselves.
A middle-aged man in a suit stood behind a female college student in a sexy tuxedo with a side slit reaching her waist.
Michael's hand slid down Manxin's arm to her exposed waist, adjusting her tuxedo. But Michael's gaze never left the mirror; it seemed he wasn't looking at Manxin, but rather at how she would respond.
(My hands have been still for so long, so itchy, so sore!) Manxin thought to herself.
Unable to resist the feeling, Manxin grabbed Michael's wrists, pulling them away from her waist.
But Michael's hands, with a gentle yet firm touch, only yielded to leaving her waist. The two found their balance at their diaphragms, and their hands stopped again, just as Michael's hands encircled the lower edge of Manxin's large breasts.
A powerful, tingling sensation brought Manxin to the brink of giving up.
Finally.
Michael slipped his hand inside the dress, tracing the surface of her 36F breasts.
Manxin couldn't help but close her eyes briefly, then opened them again; a slight discharge was already seeping from her lower body.
With a tearing sound, Michael ripped off Manxin's nubra.
Manxin couldn't stand it any longer and tried to pull Michael's hand away, but she couldn't budge it.
"A marketing specialist earns 50,000 a month, my lover earns 300,000. You can double your career." Michael's hand stopped moving, but it didn't leave Manxin's breasts.
"This isn't just about being a mistress; you can learn a truly useful profession, a profession you might not even get an interview for after graduation!" Michael added another tactic.
(If I refuse, I might not even pass this rehearsal.) Manxin knew her situation clearly; there was no turning back.
Manxin lowered her hands, indicating her agreement.
Michael's hands started moving again, boldly kneading her large breasts.
In the mirror image, it looked as if Michael was performing a puppet show inside Manxin's dress, and for a full 20 minutes. Manxin felt her panties were soaked.
(Ah~~~~ such big, rough hands.) Manxin thought to herself.
Michael unhooked Manxin's bra straps, and the dress cascaded down like a waterfall, revealing her 36F breasts for the first time.
"The nipples are just the right size," Michael whispered in Manxin's ear, describing her body. His fingers, as if receiving a command, moved to attack Manxin's nipples, rubbing and occasionally pulling them, the moderate pressure sending waves of pleasure through Manxin.
"Ahhh~~~~!" Manxin couldn't help but moan softly, her body limp against Michael's chest.
With her eyes closed, Manxin felt a dizzying sensation as she was turned towards Michael, and their lips met in a kiss.
"Stick your tongue out!" Michael said.
Manxin merely extended her tongue symbolically, letting Michael suck on her saliva. The unique taste of a college girl's saliva further stimulated Michael's senses.
Manxin felt Michael's lower body bulge.
(This is what's coming...)
"It's your turn to suck my tongue, be gentle!" Michael said.
Manxin herself was surprised at why she became so compliant when aroused. She was willing to cooperate with anything.
Manxin's mouth, shaped like a goldfish's, sucked on the saliva of this man who was almost 20 years older than her, a taste unique to middle-aged men.
Michael became a different person; etiquette no longer mattered. He unabashedly spat out saliva for this college beauty to swallow.
Michael removed his mouth from above, squatted down, and pulled down Manxin's panties as well. Short pubic hair was finely arranged above her vulva, and Michael sucked it in handfuls with his lips. His tongue also entered Manxin's vagina, swallowing Manxin's vaginal fluids in large gulps.
"Ah~~~~~~~~Hmph~~~~~Mmm~~~~Ahhh! Michael, don't do this." Manxin started moaning.
Michael licked Manxin's labia and vagina for about 20 minutes. Manxin's vaginal fluids flowed more and more, showing no signs of stopping.
Michael crawled between Manxin's legs, his tongue sliding towards her anus.
A tingling sensation shot up from her waist.
Manxin wasn't unfamiliar with oral sex, but this was her first experience with anal licking.
Michael's tongue skillfully circled around Manxin's anus, as if he wanted to clean her thoroughly. The tip of his tongue, like a soft little penis, burrowed into the shallow part of her anus.
Manxin saw herself in the mirror, her entire back arching.
"Ahhh~~~It's dirty there~~~~~Michael, please, don't lick there." Manxin protested weakly. But her legs disobeyed her, becoming weak and bending.
Lustful fluids flowed down her inner thighs, and Manxin felt her heart pounding.
Michael finally stopped, and Manxin, as if rescued, knelt on the carpet.
"Open my pants! Take it out," Michael commanded.
Manxin wasn't an ignorant girl; she knew what Michael wanted her to do.
Aroused, Manxin obediently unbuckled Michael's belt, kissing his penis through his underwear until it was soaked. Then she pulled down his underwear, and his penis sprang out, the smell of a man's genitals filling Manxin's nose.
(So smelly!) Although the smell wasn't pleasant, somehow, her desire was aroused.
The college student's soft hands grasped Michael's penis, gently stroking it back and forth, her cheek pressed against it, inhaling the pungent odor emanating from the middle-aged man's glans.
Manxin kissed the shaft, her tongue licking up the base of Michael's penis, circling the glans several times. Clear pre-ejaculate oozed from Michael's urethra, but Manxin, unconcerned, repeatedly swished away the fluid with her tongue, finally taking the entire glans into her mouth.
The two sat sideways in front of the mirror, and Manxin couldn't help but look at herself, kneeling naked on the ground, the middle-aged man's penis moving in and out of her mouth.
Manxin looked up at Michael, but her mind drifted to memories of her boyfriend, Yucheng, whom she had dated a few months ago.
Manxin remembered Yucheng riding his motorcycle, taking her to see the night view from the back of Yangmingshan.
Yucheng was a graduate student in the Department of Computer Science at a national university in Hsinchu. He had known Manxin since university; this campus beauty had deeply captivated him, and he had pursued her relentlessly for a year before she agreed to a date. The back of Yangmingshan was the end of their first date.
The autumn night was chilly. Manxin remembered that as their bodies drew closer, Yucheng's hand began to caress her waist. Their first kiss wasn't overly passionate, nor as erotic as her kiss with Michael; there was no exchange of bodily fluids.
Manxin could feel that when Yucheng's hand grasped her breasts, his lower body was so excited he was almost about to ejaculate. He moved his penis towards Manxin's lips, but just as it touched them, she pushed it away, because she was a little afraid of the taste. Unwilling to give up, Yucheng
pulled down Manxin's panties and clumsily rubbed his penis against her for a long time, but Manxin wouldn't let him penetrate. However, a virgin like him couldn't resist the allure of a beautiful woman. He kissed her, his chest pressed against her large breasts, rubbing against her thighs, and soon felt a wave of weakness. He quickly pulled out and ejaculated on the grass. Manxin
's killer move, her 36F breasts, hadn't even had a chance to make an appearance before her current boyfriend's first time was knocked out.
(The first time she didn't help her boyfriend suck his penis, but the first time she let her middle-aged boss have his penis in her mouth!) Manxin thought about her contradictions and immorality.
Michael's penis was still moving back and forth, penetrating deeper and deeper.
Manxin saw herself in the mirror with her mouth being penetrated, and saliva uncontrollably flowed down her face. She wished she could close her eyes and not see the image in the mirror anymore.
Closing her eyes, she felt Michael's penis pressing against her throat.
She felt a sense of resentment at that moment. Why did she let Yucheng have his penis in her mouth and kiss her genitals so quickly?
(Then why did she let Michael... penetrate her mouth and kiss her genitals so quickly?) Manxin knew the answer.
350,000 a month, professional opportunities at a large company that she couldn't get before, lucrative business trips that everyone envied, and this gold mine with unlimited potential: Michael, the most promising successor of a large enterprise.
Yucheng wasn't without a future, but no matter how capable he was, he could only be Michael's subordinate. Wasn't that engineering manager also a master's graduate from that national university in Hsinchu?
Michael's penis left Manxin's mouth, and after pushing her down, he immediately took her mouth, sucking on her saliva.
Manxin's already fully wet lower body felt a surge of fullness.
(Got it.) Manxin thought.
Michael's movements weren't rough; he gently inserted himself into Manxin.
"Mmm~~~ Oh oh~~~~~~ Michael, kiss me. I want to swallow your saliva, go deeper." Manxin's brain was starting to malfunction.
After hundreds of thrusts, Michael flipped Manxin over, making her crawl on the ground. He inserted himself from behind.
"Ahhh! It's hitting my G-spot~~~~~~ Don't go so deep, I can't take it. Ughhhh!!!"
Her huge breasts shook violently in the air, and Manxin's whole body was weak and unable to balance. Her chest sank lower and lower, and her nipples began to rub against the carpet .
But Michael didn't give 36F too much time to perform. He reached out from behind and grabbed Manxin's big breasts, kneading them hard.
Michael pulled Manxin's upper body up, held her cheeks, and made her turn around to kiss him.
"I'm yours... fuck me hard~~~~~~ Ahhhh!"
Manxin couldn't help but tremble, and then her body convulsed violently as she climaxed.
Michael stopped his movements in time, gently kissing Manxin, lightly biting her lips and tongue.
Three minutes later, Manxin came to her senses and stared at him with wide eyes.
"How does it feel to have sex with a girl younger than you?" Manxin's first question after her climax was actually this.
Michael didn't answer. He pulled his penis out of Manxin's body, leaned down, and kissed her vulva, turning around at the same time.
Manxin looked at the wet, shiny penis hanging in front of her eyes, and a scent wafted over.
Without hesitation, she took the entire glans into her mouth. The two began oral sex in a 69 position.
Michael accidentally pulled his penis away from Manxin, exposing her anus, and at the same time, Manxin felt a gentle tongue licking her anus.
She didn't hesitate for long; there was a slight smell, but not too strong. Manxin enveloped Michael's anus with her entire lips, her tongue probing in little by little, the tip of her tongue tasting slightly salty, but the nausea lessened considerably when aroused. Manxin almost licked Michael's anus clean.
Michael turned around, facing Manxin, and penetrated her.
Round two.
"Ahhh~~~~~~ How can making love with you be so erotic!~~~~~ Hmm~~~~~~~!" Manxin gasped and protested.
"I can lick you every day, I can lick anywhere you want. Ahhh~~~~~~, I'm yours." Manxin lost her mind again.
Although Michael was over 40, his stamina was still amazing, making Manxin's breasts sway.
Manxin saw this slightly chubby, refined middle-aged man on top of her in the full-length mirror in the dressing room, and she couldn't help but moan softly. But Michael didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, and immediately kissed her.
Michael's kissing style was very varied. In the foreplay stage, there was intentional or unintentional touching, his soft lips making the woman feel very comfortable. But when the woman's sexual desire was aroused, Michael knew how to seize the opportunity, playing the male lead in a pornographic film, kissing in the form of an exchange of bodily fluids.
Manxin saw in the mirror that there was always a string of saliva between Michael's and her mouth. She didn't know how much of Michael's saliva she had swallowed, but she didn't feel disgusted at all, she swallowed it without hesitation.
"Oh! I can't take it anymore, Uncle Michael, is this how you do it to little girls? Ugh... I've never been fucked like this by a man other than my boyfriend." Manxin confessed everything.
Michael watched as Manxin's body stiffened, her waist arching again. He knew his time was up, so he immediately pulled out his penis and placed it in front of Manxin.
Manxin didn't dodge; her orgasm was still surging. Her mouth was open, letting Michael ejaculate on her face. A few drops fell into her mouth, but Manxin didn't feel nauseous. When the trembling of his penis subsided, Manxin took Michael's glans into her red lips again, gently cleaning his penis.
Michael pulled out his penis and leaned down to kiss Manxin.
"You passed the rehearsal." Let's start work officially tomorrow!
Manxin didn't know what her future job would be, but she knew that she was no longer a college student.

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