With the drunken CFO, Sister Li

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To celebrate exceeding half of the annual profit target, the company held a celebratory dinner at the New Times Kangnian Hotel. After the leader's speech, everyone raised their glasses in toasts. After a few rounds of drinks, the company started relentlessly toasting the leaders, who were known for their heavy drinking. So, it was common for the leaders to be fine, while many of those toasting them to pass out. I quickly participated in the toasts, and seeing that it was about time, I walked out of the hotel, ready to head home. Suddenly, Sister Mei called out to me, saying that Sister Li was drunk and needed me to take her home.

"Sister Li, the director of the company's finance department?" I asked.

"That's her. You're picky about who you take her from?" Sister Mei said irritably.

I suddenly saw her. It had been almost two months since I'd last seen her, and she was still as charming and beautiful as ever. Her face was flushed from the alcohol, giving her an indescribable allure. I assured Sister Mei that I could handle the situation perfectly.

I helped her find a taxi, and she asked us, her eyes glazed with drunkenness, where we were going.

"I'll take you home so you can rest," I explained.

"I...don't want to go back, going back...it's so boring being alone." She was really drunk, and probably didn't even know who I was.

"Okay, then we won't go back. How about I take you out to play?"

"Okay, let's...go out...play!" She seemed very happy, smiling contentedly like a child who had received candy.

I watched her quietly fall asleep in my arms, no longer making a fuss, before telling the driver our destination—her house.

When we arrived at her door, she opened her eyes and looked around for a while, asking where we were.

"It's my house. I have lots of fun things at home. Give me the key; I just left it with you." Drunk people are as cute as children, and she believed me, obediently handing over the house key.

After we opened the door and went inside, the little dog rushed out, barking hostilely at me for pulling its owner. I ignored it and helped her sit on the sofa.

"How come your...your sofa...is exactly the same as mine...and the little dog too?" she asked, puzzled.

"I like your sofa and your little dog, so I bought them both," I had to explain.

“Men who like…small animals…are all good men, and you are too. You and I…the boy in my heart…look exactly alike.” She gave me a thumbs up.

The boy in her heart? Could it be that she hasn’t forgotten me? I looked at her and suddenly had an urge to hug and kiss her.

As we were talking, the alcohol suddenly kicked in, and she pretended to vomit. I hurriedly pulled her to the bathroom and stayed by her side, watching her vomit so hard she almost threw up her bile. I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy; it’s so hard for a woman.

After vomiting, she slept fitfully for a while, then vomited again, repeating this three or four times. Finally, I helped her brush her teeth and wash up. During this time, I didn’t forget to call Sister Mei back to tell her that she had been safely escorted home and that she shouldn’t worry.

Finally, she slowly sobered up and saw me by her side. Suddenly, she blushed deeply and said, “I’m sorry, I made you look ridiculous.

” “You look very charming when you’re drunk. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re feeling unwell, I would really like to see you drunk more often,” I said to her.

"I'm already like this, and you're still teasing me!" she said coquettishly.

I hugged her tightly, telling her how beautiful she was and how much I missed her. She remained silent.

I gently kissed her forehead and her eyes; her eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttering. I carried her to the bed and gently unbuttoned her uniform. She was wearing white, transparent lace panties, the soft pubic hair and pink labia peeking through the openwork. I kissed her calves, lingering and wandering between her legs, my tongue trying to peek inside through the edge of her panties. Her soft moans rose and fell with my kisses, her delicate hands frantically searching for my belt; the part of her panties pressed against her opening was already soaked. Like

dry wood meeting a raging fire, it was about to ignite.

I stood up and quickly took off my own clothes and her panties. I spread her legs, admiring the breathtaking sight that made my blood boil. Her pubic hair was soft and sparse, her pink labia were well-maintained, and honey-like fluid flowed from her vulva down to her anus. I licked her labia and erect clitoris. Her convulsing body and ecstatic panting made the dog next to her think its owner was threatened and barked incessantly. The dog's barking was very annoying, so she stood up, threw the dog out of the bedroom, and came back. I lay on the bed and pulled her buttocks toward my head. The 69 position was incredibly alluring. She took my erect penis into her mouth and frantically stroked it.

I inserted my tongue into her overflowing vulva, tasting the arousing love juice. Her small lips were slightly parted and closed, her teeth gently nibbling at my engorged penis. A fiery force rose from my waist to my glans, and I knew that if this continued, I would ejaculate instantly.

I took a deep breath, rolled over, and laid her down on the bed, holding my erect penis and aiming it at her overflowing vulva. She quickly pulled a condom from under the pillow, but I ignored it and

thrust my penis in forcefully, all the way to the hilt. With an inexperienced young girl, you must be as fierce as a storm, while with an experienced woman, you must restrain yourself and thrust leisurely. The former, lacking experience, is easily satisfied, so you must conquer her with force and speed; the latter craves force and speed, so you must do the opposite, challenging her patience and leaving her with unfulfilled desires. The more unattainable something is, the more desirable it becomes, and the greater its value in her eyes.

After penetration, I thrust wildly a few times before slowing down. Sure enough, her eyes began to glaze over, and her moans became increasingly seductive and decisive, unlike the demure shyness of a young girl. After several more thrusts, my pleasure also rose. I embraced her, praising her face and her private parts. Her eyes stared at me intently, as if she wanted to devour me. I asked her how long it had been since she had sex. She said a month, swaying her serpentine waist as she spoke.

After talking for a while, I suppressed my pleasure. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, like an old man pushing a cart. After this routine, I found my penis was numb, so I didn't need to worry about ejaculating. So I turned her over so she was on her back, my hands supporting her legs so that each thrust would reach the very core of her flower. I thrust in and out dozens of times like a storm, completely ignoring her screams and pale face. After the storm, she told me not to move, saying she was about to ejaculate. She then squeezed my penis tightly between her legs, and I felt her vagina tightening more and more. Her eyes were glazed, and her whole body convulsed. Ten seconds later, she went limp and collapsed.

I held her soft body tightly, gently stroking her. Her eyebrows were flushed with desire, her eyes sparkling, and the desire in her eyes grew stronger. My penis, still inside her, felt increasingly swollen. I endured the painful yet stimulating torment, until finally her hips involuntarily began to sway. I mounted her, my spear aimed at her clitoris, each thrust colliding with the fleshy mounds deep within her honeyed depths. My fingers ceaselessly caressed her clitoris. Her moans grew increasingly frantic, her cries of "I want it, I want it, give it to me, give it to me!"

Honeyed fluid seeped out incessantly, soaking the sheets. After about a hundred thrusts, a sense of impending doom rose within me; the more intense the thrusts, the more rapid the climax. Like an arrow on a bowstring, I had no choice but to release it. After a final, powerful thrust, I finally ejaculated.

After cleaning myself, I took a quick shower in the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, I felt an indescribable exhaustion.

"Don't leave tonight, stay with me, okay?" she said softly.

"I'll come with you tomorrow night; I want to go home tonight,"

I politely declined. Exhausted after the battle, I needed some rest, and besides, I worried about what might happen at her house.

Thus ended a blissful spring romance, but an incestuous relationship between an older woman and a younger man had just begun.

A beautiful, carefree romance in the boudoir came to a perfect end, while a romance between an older woman and a younger man was just beginning.
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