My beautiful colleague who had an accidental car sex session and masturbates every day

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The main story is definitely an accident... This female colleague is a bit pretentious. Her husband is a long-time Huawei employee with shares, so they're financially well-off. She dresses rather provocatively, a bit affected, and in the summer, stockings and short skirts are a must! She's quite pretty, but she always has acne. However, her figure is absolutely amazing—1.7 meters tall and weighing under 110 pounds. Those long legs are irresistible, especially when she wears stockings. The only downside is that she only has an A cup, but I'm not picky about that; I prefer breasts that I can easily hold in one hand, hehe. We have a small circle of colleagues who often get together for birthday parties and such. They usually make some risqué jokes, and she actively participates. She doesn't refuse verbal flirting either. We all privately thought she would definitely cheat on me, but we never expected it to be so easy, and the man involved was me. It all started like this: that day, we also had a party. Her home is not far from her workplace, about three stops away. She usually drives herself, but that day she didn't have her car, so after the party, she asked me to drive her home. That day she was wearing white stockings embroidered with lots of small flowers. On the way home, she joked with me, "My husband's not home, want to come up for a bit?" I pretended to be surprised and said, "Really? Of course I have to come up! Haha." She smiled but didn't say anything. I turned and drove into their underground garage. At the time, my car was a manual transmission and didn't have automatic headlights. Everyone knows that underground parking lots in residential areas are pitch black without lights. I accidentally turned on the parking lights instead of the headlights. As soon as she saw this, she wanted to show off her knowledge of cars, so she immediately turned on the interior dome light. I found a parking spot, parked the car, and turned to look at her lecherously. I was about to tease her a bit more when I noticed her white floral stockings. I asked, "Your stockings have embroidered flowers on them, don't they hurt your legs? Stockings are supposed to be smooth, right? Embroidered flowers are so unpleasant!" She said, "No, they're quite comfortable. They look tight to you, but they feel really smooth." I said, "Really?" She replied, "Feel it if you don't believe me." In a moment of lust, I reached over and touched the floral pattern on her calf, caressing it gently. I could clearly feel her leg tremble slightly. Seeing that she didn't stop me, I kept my hand on her leg and continued to move it up her thigh, teasing her, "They feel so good! Is your husband really not home?" She paused for a moment, then said, "Yes, he is. He's off today, so I left the car for him." But she didn't explicitly stop me. I imagined her husband waiting for her in one of the rooms upstairs, and in another moment of lust, I continued to grope her. Then she tightened her legs, trapping my hand. Seeing she didn't say anything, I glanced at her heaving chest and turned off the car lights with my other hand, plunging the underground parking garage into darkness. My hand continued to slip inside her skirt, and she let out a soft "hmm," surprisingly loosening her legs. My heart raced, and my hand continued inward, unexpectedly touching flesh. It turned out her stockings weren't pantyhose! Haha, what a stroke of luck! I switched hands and continued inward, using the other hand to wrap around her waist. I rested my head against her chest, and my left hand slipped inside her panties. She let out another "hmm." I noticed her vulva was surprisingly clean, almost hairless. Later I learned that only the crotch area had hair; the pubic area was completely hairless! I initially thought it would be wet, but it was actually quite dry on the outside. However, my fingers quickly slipped inside, and that's when I realized it was fucking wet inside! So that's why she had been clenching her legs – to prevent any moisture from coming out! I moved my head up and started kissing her neck and ears, while my hands continued to probe deeper... I heard her panting, and I breathed into her ear, saying, "Let's go to the back." Then I stuck my tongue into her ear. She instantly trembled and cried out, grabbing my head and stroking my hair. Hehe! So sensitive~ I continued kissing her ears for a while, while my middle finger rapidly thrust in and out below. Soon, the car windows and windshield fogged up, and the temperature inside the car rose, making me a little sweaty. I said to her again, "Let's go to the back." She hummed in agreement. I pulled my hand out, turned on the air conditioning, got out of the car, opened the passenger door, pulled her out, and shoved her into the back seat. She cooperated and lay down directly on the back seat. I pressed down on her and began searching for her lips, while my other hand slipped under her skirt. I kissed her lips for ages, but she wouldn't open her teeth. Frustrated, I stuck two fingers inside her mouth. She let out a soft "ah," and I stuck my tongue in. Soon, our tongues were communicating. I started pulling down her panties. She gently lifted her buttocks, and the panties slid down. Unfortunately, her legs were spread, so I couldn't pull them all the way down. I stopped, got up, and pulled one leg of her panties down, quickly unzipping the zipper and freeing my throbbing, hard penis from the side. Then I spread her legs again and pressed myself against her. I supported myself with one hand and guided my penis forward with the other. The tip was already wet. As my penis made intimate contact with her vagina, I mischievously rubbed the head of my penis up and down her slit, refusing to penetrate. Soon, she couldn't resist pushing my buttocks away. I chuckled and shoved half of my penis inside. She groaned, and I pulled my hand away from her, straddling her completely. I braced myself on my elbows, looked up at her, and rubbed the head of my penis against her vagina. Her hands pressed against my buttocks, but I didn't go all the way in. I leaned close to her ear, breathing and sucking on her earlobe, and whispered, "Is your husband really home, upstairs?" She shuddered and groaned. I felt a distinct suction on the head of my penis. Seeing she didn't speak, I added, "If your husband is home, then I won't go in... what if he finds out during the check?" Suddenly, she pulled my buttocks towards her forcefully, and I thrust in all the way. She gasped and exclaimed, "Quick!" That was the only word she uttered throughout the entire process. I was incredibly aroused, imagining her husband waiting for her to come home in one of the rooms upstairs, only to find her cheating in the underground parking garage. I sped up, pulling out completely each time before thrusting in again with all my might, listening to her suppressed moans and groans. After about 30 thrusts, I ejaculated inside her. Then I remembered I hadn't yet fondled her breasts, so I climbed on top of her and started groping them. My penis, inside her wet vagina, slowly softened and slipped out. She pushed me away, and I quickly propped myself up, reaching between the two seats in front of me for some toilet paper. I pulled out a few sheets and started wiping her genitals. She sat up and started cleaning her vagina. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but then I calmed down and realized how absurd it was that I'd just pushed my female colleague, whom I'd been fantasizing about for so long, into bed. I also felt guilty towards my girlfriend. I grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning my penis too, only then realizing my zipper and underwear were wet. We cleaned in silence, neither of us speaking. After about five minutes, she got up, opened the car door, and left. She seemed to slam the door shut; I wondered what she was thinking. I got up to go to the driver's seat, and she suddenly turned back to me and said, "Forget about today." I was stunned, unsure how to respond. Seeing I didn't say anything, she turned and walked towards the elevator. (Continued 1) Continuing from last time, since it was Friday, we didn't contact each other over the weekend. The following week at work, I didn't dare to talk to her privately. I just teased her in our small group (about 25 people, including her husband) as usual. She responded normally to others' teasing, but she didn't respond much when I teased her. At the time, we weren't on the same floor, so the only way to meet was at the cafeteria at lunchtime. I wanted to talk to her privately, but I didn't know how to start. Okay, I admit I'm a repressed person, and I was very frustrated. About a week passed uneventfully like this, and slowly, it seemed we returned to our old ways. I was still chatting with her in the group chat as usual. But whenever I thought about what happened that day, I felt a throbbing erection, and I knew I had to find a chance to get close to her again. Unexpectedly, a little over a week later, she suddenly boasted in the group chat that her husband was going to Brazil on a business trip. That year was the World Cup in Brazil, and she even mocked us losers for having to get up in the middle of the night to watch the live broadcast, while her husband could go to the stadium to watch the game! I immediately felt that she was saying this to me! So I started planning, I had to win her over! So I started going to her office to chat from time to time. Her office had three women and one man, and the supervisor was a woman in her forties. Before she was promoted, I had worked in the same office as her, so every time I went there, I used the excuse of chatting with her, and occasionally I would flirt with her a little. She handled everything in the office with composure, showing no sign of anything unusual, which made me a little disheartened. Before I knew it, her husband had been away on a business trip for over a week. I was secretly getting anxious, knowing that the time had come and I couldn't wait any longer!That day, my older sister asked me what projects I was working on lately, and if I had anything to do, she asked if I could help them out. When I asked what it was, she suddenly called on one of my female colleagues and said, "We need to buy rendering software to support the marketing department. Aren't you a tech person? You could take a look at the manual and teach them." The two she was referring to were her two female colleagues in the office. I quickly agreed, saying I'd try it out first and then communicate with them properly. I glanced at her, and just then I saw her glance at me too, then quickly look away. My heart skipped a beat—this was going to work! I have to admit, I've really mastered this software; I know it better than Word. Even now, they still come to me for help with any problems. Within two days, I had grasped the basic operations of the software and had a basic understanding of some of the more advanced programming concepts. I decided to take action. Her husband had been gone for two weeks; she probably wanted to have children too. That day, near the end of the workday, I took my laptop to their office. I knew that of the three women in their office, she was the only one without children; the other two would definitely leave after get off work, hehe! When I arrived at their office, I first showed them what I had made. The eldest sister praised me highly and formally ordered two female colleagues to learn from me. Hehe, I didn't hold back and started talking non-stop. Soon it was time to leave work. The eldest sister and the male colleague left first, and a little while later, another female colleague said she was in a hurry to go home to see her child and had to leave, saying she could ask me if she had any questions. I quickly agreed, thinking, "Okay, take care! I've been waiting for this moment!" Unexpectedly, this colleague also said she had to leave! Oh no! Luckily, I had a flash of inspiration and said, "How about I copy this to her computer first, then open it and edit it to see if it works?" She had no choice but to agree, and I finally managed to keep her there. I took out a USB drive and copied what I had made to her computer. I leaned closer to her, smelled the scent of her shampoo, and instantly got an erection. I held her mouse in my right hand, pretending to operate her computer, while my head naturally moved closer to her right shoulder, breathing warm air into her neck. My left hand, which had initially been holding onto the back of her chair, slowly moved to her shoulder. She paused, turned her head, and looked at me, saying, "What are you doing?" You can imagine, my head was right next to her right shoulder, and she turned her head... Looking back now, I feel only a line from Stephen Chow can describe that situation: At that moment, her fragrant lips were only 0.01 centimeters away from me, but a quarter of an incense stick later, I would completely push this woman down. I stared intently into her eyes, our gazes meeting briefly. I couldn't resist any longer. Breathlessly, I said, "What do you think?" and pressed my lips to hers. But she turned her head away abruptly. I kissed her cheek, then began kissing her neck wildly, saying, "I missed you so much! How could you be so heartless, ignoring me for so many days!" She gasped, "No!" I continued, "I want it!" She flinched, saying, "No! Last time you left a mark on my neck, and he almost found out!" I realized she was afraid of leaving a hickey! Even more excited, I continued kissing her, my left hand cupping and gently kneading her left breast. I asked, "So how did you get past that?" She hummed in agreement, "You know, if I hadn't slept with him the day before, I wouldn't know how to explain it!" Hearing this, I became even more excited, panting, "You two slept together just the day before, and you're already cheating on me the next day? Isn't your desire too strong? He can't satisfy you!" She whimpered, "It's all because you seduced me!" I said, "You seduced me! Don't you know we've been fantasizing about you for so long, you slut!" Her breathing quickened too, "You! I knew you weren't any good, especially you!" At this moment, I knew her defenses had crumbled. My left thumb and forefinger began searching for her nipple, saying, "You know best whether my things are good or not!" As I spoke, I slipped my tongue into her ear. I knew from the last time that her ears were very sensitive. My wet tongue went straight into her ear, and I felt her go limp instantly. She raised her right hand to hold my head, and her left hand began to gently stroke my left leg. I remembered that I hadn't properly played with her breasts last time. It was indeed difficult to find her nipples with my left hand through her clothes and bra. Luckily, she was wearing a yellow sleeveless t-shirt and denim shorts that day. I slipped my left hand directly into her sleeve. Her sleeve was quite open, and she was wearing a small tank top underneath to cover the wide opening. I slipped my hand through the tank top and went in. Damn, she wasn't wearing a bra! I grasped her left breast with one hand, rubbing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, gently kneading it back and forth. My right hand had already thrown the mouse aside and was caressing her inner thigh, slowly moving towards the center, and starting to rub her crotch through her pants. After rubbing for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I slipped my hand inside one leg of her shorts. Unfortunately, her shorts were too narrow, so I could only put my fingers in, but it was still much better than outside! Three fingers went straight in along her thigh, and with a slight bend and a push, I pushed her shorts aside. My fingers finally made intimate contact with her vagina. Just like last time, the outside was still dry. This was the only time I'd ever seen a vagina that was dry when closed, but once my fingers broke in, the inside couldn't stop the moisture from flowing out. She hummed again, and I quickly withdrew my left hand, pulled her head back, and sealed her lips with mine, while my right hand began thrusting in and out of her vagina. After about two minutes, she suddenly clamped her legs around my right hand, pushed my head away, turned to the side, cupped my face in her hands, and looked at me, saying, "Don't play here, there are still people who haven't gotten off work yet!" I thought she was right, it was too dangerous here! My mind raced, and I said, "How about we go to a hotel?" She hurriedly said, "No! I'm not a prostitute!" I was stunned! "Does renting a hotel room mean you're looking for a prostitute?" I suddenly had a brilliant idea. Her husband went to Brazil, so why not just go to her house? I'm going to fuck her in front of their wedding photos! I hurriedly said, "Come on! I'll take you somewhere." She asked, "Where?" I said, "To your house, I'm going to fuck you on your wedding bed!" She gasped, her face turning red, and said, "No!" I thought she didn't want to do it on their wedding bed, so I got up and pulled her away. She hurriedly pulled me back, saying, "My mother-in-law is here, she's home!" I was stunned! Damn it, it seems her husband doesn't trust her either! At the same time, my mind raced, and I said, "How about we go back to where we were last time?" She let out a soft moan and went limp. Seeing her like this, I guessed she remembered what happened last time! I quickly used Windows key + U + U to shut down the computer, and at the same time, I took out her keys, locked the door, and left. Then she said, "I drove today, I'll go down first, you can come down later." I secretly admired women's talent for having affairs and said, "Okay! I'll drive straight into the underground parking garage and wait for you." Luckily, their parking spaces weren't assigned back then! Without further ado, I figured since last time it happened in my car, I'd do it in the car her husband bought her today! Her car was a Teana, and the back seat was much more spacious than my beat-up car! She drove slowly, so I went into the underground garage first, found a spot near the entrance, parked, turned off the lights, and waited for her. About three minutes later, she slowly drove in. I flashed my high beams, got out, locked the car, and walked towards her car in one smooth motion. She parked, and I thought she was going to wait for me to get in, but instead, she got out of the driver's seat and said, "Can you park it for me? I can't back up." Wow! Her tone was so calm. After saying that, she opened the back door and got in. Seeing how self-aware she was, I felt incredibly pleased! I quickly got in the car, found a spot, and parked, asking as I did so, "Why is your mother-in-law here? Is it because your husband doesn't trust you and is afraid you'll cheat on him? Hehe!" She replied, "Get lost!" To me, it sounded a bit like flirting. After parking, I carefully turned on the air conditioning and went straight to the back seat. But I was instantly dumbfounded—the headlights were still on, and the back lights were on too! What to do?! I sat next to her in the back seat, and it took over a minute for the headlights to automatically turn off, but the back lights stubbornly remained on! Damn it, I didn't care anymore and pounced on her. She chuckled at my reaction and reached out to turn off the back lights. At that moment, I suddenly became bolder and started roughly kissing and touching her. I thought to myself, this time I'm going to really get to know her. (Continued from Part 2) Last time, I mentioned that she turned off the car lights, plunging us into darkness. I pounced on her, and she naturally lay down on top of me. I pinned her down, controlling her head with both hands, and kissed her lips. At first, she resisted a little, but with my relentless and frenzied invasion, she quickly began to communicate with me using her tongue. At this point, I freed one hand to move downwards, while the other continued to roam around her head, hair, ears, and neck. Soon, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I knew she was starting to get aroused.My lips left hers, and I began to suckle from her chin to her neck. She arched her head, panting heavily. My hands weren't idle either, caressing her buttocks and thighs, occasionally squeezing them harder. She responded with a soft moan, which was incredibly stimulating. My mouth moved down her neck, pulling down her neckline to reveal a patch of white breasts, and I kissed them fiercely. I suddenly remembered the hickey I left on her neck last time, so I sucked hard between her small breasts, leaving a large hickey between them. Afterwards, she was afraid to wear low-cut tops for several days, haha. I shifted my body, half-kneeling on the arched part of the footrest in the middle of the back seat, pressing my side against her body, and slipped one hand under her t-shirt. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, I quickly found her nipple. I gently pinched it with my index finger and thumb, while the other three fingers gently kneaded her left breast in circles. Then I found her lips and started playing hide-and-seek with her two little tongues. I would occasionally pinch her nipple harder with my right hand, and each pinch would make her twitch as if she were being electrocuted, accompanied by a soft moan from deep in her throat. I really couldn't take it anymore. I got up and pushed her t-shirt and tank top up from the bottom, then quickly took her right breast into my mouth and sucked on it greedily, teasing her nipple with my tongue every now and then, while my right hand kneaded it harder and harder. She hummed and said, "Be gentle!" I ignored her and continued kissing down to her navel, my tongue swirling around nearby, while her hands held my head and weaved through my hair. I removed my right hand from her left breast, unbuttoned her denim shorts, unzipped them, and pulled down her panties. My lips followed, touching her messy but glossy pubic hair. I took a deep breath through my nose—warm, damp, and slightly musky—and exhaled a large puff of hot air. Following the pubic hair down, I clearly felt her hand, which was tucked in my hair, tighten. At that moment, I was overcome with lust and frantically bit her pubic hair. She moaned softly several times. I straightened up, and in the dim light of the parking lot entrance, I looked at this half-naked young woman, feeling her young, passionate body, and my heart pounded with excitement! I reached my hands down from her buttocks and gently lifted them, causing her buttocks to arch. I squeezed her buttocks with both hands, then pulled them down further, and her denim shorts and panties slid down to her thighs. I got up, slipped under her armpits, and pulled her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moved with me to the back of the seat. Then I took a small bear-shaped cushion from the rear windshield and placed it between her head and the car door. By this time, our eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and seeing her lying across the back seat, the idiom "jade body lying prone" came to mind. I then gently took off her shoes and casually pulled down her denim shorts and underwear. She shyly covered her alluring parts with one or two hands and her eyes with the other. I reached up with my left hand to pull her hand away from her eyes, and with my right hand, I began to unbuckle my belt. She resisted slightly, then let me pull away her hand that was blocking her eyes. Her eyes were so bright and dazzling in the darkness. I gently stroked her face, staring into her eyes, and said tenderly, "I've missed you so much these past few days, really!" She was moved, her eyes glistening with moisture. She pouted and replied coquettishly, "I knew you wouldn't let me go!" I unbuttoned my pants with my right hand, pulling down the zipper and my underwear together, and asked, "Did you miss me?" "No!" I used my right hand to remove her hand from her vulva, then placed my entire palm on her genitals, gently massaging it, and continued, "Really didn't?" She hummed in agreement and continued, "No!" I took her hand that had been blocking her eyes with my left hand and guided it to my penis. I bent my right middle finger on her vulva and inserted it, asking again, "Are you sure you really don't miss me?" As I spoke, her anus tightened, and my penis throbbed twice in her hand. She let out a soft moan and said reproachfully, "I just don't miss you! I don't!" I released her hand with my left, but her hand remained on my penis. She didn't do anything else. I used my free left hand to tease her nipple, while my right middle finger continued to slowly thrust in and out of her vagina. As my index and ring fingers penetrated, I extended them back to rub her anus. She shuddered and let out a soft moan. I continued, "You said you didn't miss me, but my hands are soaking wet." She suddenly arched her back, lifting her buttocks off the seat, and exclaimed, "Quick, grab some paper to put on, so you don't get the seat dirty!" I chuckled, picked up her denim shorts that I had just taken off, and placed them under her buttocks, saying, "You said you didn't miss me, but look, your underwear is soaking wet!" Her breathing quickened, and she relaxed, pressing the denim shorts under her buttocks. She withdrew her left hand from my penis, covering her eyes in a blatant denial. I thought, "Okay, I'll just go for it." I pulled my pants down to my ankles, spread her right leg outwards with one hand, making it curl up in an "N" shape with her body, then flipped over and knelt on top of her, my penis pressed directly against her pubic hair. I pried her hands away from her eyes, held her head still, and kissed her mouth directly. She seemed a little sulky and refused to open her mouth. I didn't give up, thrusting my hips up and down, my penis sliding up her pubic hair-covered vulva, then back down, rubbing against the entrance. After a few thrusts, she started lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, but as she lifted her hips, I lifted mine too, without penetrating. Every time the head of my penis brushed against her clitoris, she made a soft moan through her nose. Then she opened her mouth and kissed me deeply. I felt her mouth was full of saliva, and I swallowed several mouthfuls. This went on for two or three minutes, then suddenly a car drove in. Holy crap! She drove past us with her headlights on, and as she turned, the headlights shone directly in front of me, scaring me so much I froze! She wrapped her arms around me, gripping my back so tightly it almost made me lose my erection! Luckily, the car turned the corner and the headlights stopped shining on us, but I still felt like my bare ass had been completely exposed! Damn, that was so exciting! I thought back to when I drive; usually, you can't see through headlights because the windshield reflects the light. Emboldened, I mischievously thrust my butt forward a few more times, and she gripped my back even tighter, making moaning sounds. Taking advantage of the moment, I whispered in her ear, "Say it! Do you miss me?" Just then, the car stopped, and we heard the door close and lock. I pressed my penis against her clitoris again and asked, "Say it! Say you miss me, say you miss my big penis!" I heard the guy who parked walk past our car not far away. He pushed his butt up, and his penis slid down, inserting half of it. I slowly thrust in and out with that half-inserted penis inside, continuing, "Your husband's been gone for so long, how did you manage? You're so horny, didn't you find a big penis to fuck you?" As I thrust, her breathing became more and more rapid. She grabbed my hand, slid it to my butt, and started pushing my butt. I felt like my glans was being sucked in, it felt so good I almost ejaculated! I quickly stopped, my penis only half-inserted. Just then, the elevator arrived, and the guy got in. I supported myself on one elbow, and with the other hand, I pressed my thumb against her clitoris and gently rubbed it. Then I sealed her lips with mine, sucking hard on her saliva. I could feel her making a "hehe" sound in her throat. I silently started counting sheep in my mind, and my lips traced the corner of her lips to her ear. I said, "Was that exciting? Wasn't it much more exciting than when your husband fucks you?" Her buttocks started to twist and turn, and I pulled her body harder with my hand behind her, trying to insert my penis all the way in. But I remained unmoved, continuing to breathe hot air into her ear and say, "Say you miss me! After that day, did you think of me every time you fucked your husband?" I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb even faster. Suddenly, she straightened her curled legs and kicked them against the car door with a soft thud. She grabbed my buttocks and pulled me closer to her. I saw she was about to climax, so I thrust in. She shouted, "Quick!" Then she wrapped her legs around my buttocks, lifted her head, and frantically kissed my face, my neck, and my eyes. Her hands reached under my t-shirt and haphazardly stroked my back. I slowed down, slowly pulling out and slowly thrusting back in, asking in her ear, "Say you miss me!" She hurriedly shouted, "I miss you!" I continued my slow movements and asked, "What do you miss me for?" She whimpered softly, "I want you to fuck me! I want your big cock!" Holy crap! I was instantly aroused and began thrusting wildly, pulling out completely each time and then plunging back in. If what I'd done before was slow motion, this was at least 32 times faster. As soon as she started thrusting, she lay back down, her hands on my buttocks, moving in sync with each thrust, softly moaning "ah ah ah ah," her head swaying left and right. Remembering my last time I came too quickly, I felt a pang of regret and asked, "Were you unhappy with how I did it last time? Is that why you've been ignoring me for so many days?"She whimpered intermittently, "So good! I came as soon as you went in!" I continued, "Then why did you close the door so hard? It made me feel so inferior!" As I spoke, I thrust in forcefully, grinding it around inside. She murmured in response, "I just hate myself for letting you fuck me so easily that day!" Hearing this, I became even more excited. I remembered that the day before last, she had just been fucked by her husband, and the next day she was fucked by me. My penis seemed even harder. I thought to myself, I must perform even better today. I slowed down the pace, trying a nine-shallow-one-deep insertion. I asked, "You slut, didn't you just get fucked by your husband the day before last?" She murmured in response, "It's because I was fucked the day before, and then you fucked me the next day, that's why I hate myself a little!" I went crazy again: "Tell me! How many men have you fucked!" Her vagina suddenly gripped my penis tightly, making it difficult for me to thrust. She gasped, "Stop! Don't move!" I knew she had climaxed, but I ignored her and continued thrusting harder and faster. She started trembling all over as if she were convulsing. I pressed on, "Tell me how many men have fucked your cunt!" as I thrust in harder. She moaned, "You're the second one!" I continued, "Impossible! Has X Qiang ever slept with you?" (X Qiang is another colleague in our group who often teases her.) Her vagina tightened around me, and I thrust into her even harder. She cried out, "I haven't!" I continued, "If you haven't slept with him, how come he said he touched your breasts and knows your legs are sensitive?" She moaned, "He... he touched them, but he hasn't slept with me... ah... ah... ah..." I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly increased the speed by twenty or thirty thrusts, listening to her cries of "ah ah ah ah ah ah ah," and ejaculated all my semen inside her. Then, I collapsed onto her, feeling her vaginal muscles squeezing my slowly softening penis. I breathed heavily in her ear, and she hugged me tightly, stroking my back... Only then did I realize that we were both covered in sweat, our chests intertwined. Two or three more cars pulled up and parked, but I didn't care anymore. All I wanted to do was quietly be a stinky man with a limp penis enveloped by a horny cunt. Then it dawned on me that we hadn't used contraception. I quickly asked her, and she said it was fine, her period was coming soon, and it was her safe period. I remembered that it had been about a month since our last encounter. I guess it was because her period was approaching that I was able to take advantage of her. Thinking about this, I felt a surge of emotion. I propped myself up on one elbow, gently stroking her face with my other hand. Her face felt hot and slightly sticky with sweat. I lightly kissed her forehead, then her lips, staring into her eyes and asking, "Were you comfortable today?" She first turned her face away, closed her eyes, and nodded. Then, slightly annoyed, she turned back and bit my lip, saying, "You're so bad! Making me say such embarrassing things!" I couldn't help but feel a little smug. I pressed my lips against hers and gave her a passionate French kiss. After releasing her, I said, "Who told you to ignore me for so long? You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you and masturbating these past few days!" She chuckled, a little smugly, and said, "I knew you wouldn't let me off the hook, you naughty guy!" I smiled knowingly. After that, it was time to clean up the mess. I insisted on walking her to her door, and she couldn't refuse. When we got to her door, I hugged her and pinned her against the door, giving her a big, passionate kiss. She pushed me away, and I pulled away from her lips. The moment my lips left hers, my hand grabbed the neckline of her t-shirt and pulled it down forcefully. She gasped and slapped my hand away. My eyes gleamed lecherously, and I saw a large heart in her cleavage. I then pinned her against the wall and kissed her lips again, while simultaneously knocking on the door behind her and whispering in her ear, "I'll leave you with a little something to look forward to, but don't let your mother-in-law find out!" Then I quickly turned and disappeared down the stairs. Postscript: This was our most enjoyable time together; I'll never forget it, and I'm sure she will too. It was also the most satisfying time for both of us. Although we had sex in the car several more times afterward, it was always rushed and time-sensitive. But the pleasure of car sex in an affair truly made all other disadvantages completely negligible. This might be why I later developed a strong liking for affairs. A few months later, they started trying for a child, and I was preparing to enter the "walled city" of marriage, so we gradually stopped. Even after giving birth, she maintained a great figure. However, when I tried to contact her again after she returned to work, she politely declined. After several unsuccessful attempts, I knew our connection had ended. Now, her life and WeChat Moments are filled with her child. Perhaps once a woman's maternal instincts are awakened, desire becomes less important. This article serves as a memento of this experience, and I wish all the women who bring us joy happiness in their sex lives.This was the most satisfying time for both of us. Although we had sex in the car several more times afterward, it was always rushed and time-sensitive. But the pleasure of these car trysts truly made all other disadvantages negligible, which might be why I later became so fond of having affairs. A few months later, they started trying to conceive, and I was preparing to enter the "walled city" of marriage, so we gradually stopped. After giving birth, she still had a great figure, but when I asked her out again after she returned to work, she politely declined. After several unsuccessful attempts, I knew our relationship had run its course. Now her life and WeChat Moments are all about her child. Perhaps once a woman's maternal instincts are awakened, desire becomes less important. Here, I dedicate this article as a memorial to this experience, and wish all the women who brought us joy happiness in their sex lives.This was the most satisfying time for both of us. Although we had sex in the car several more times afterward, it was always rushed and time-sensitive. But the pleasure of these car trysts truly made all other disadvantages negligible, which might be why I later became so fond of having affairs. A few months later, they started trying to conceive, and I was preparing to enter the "walled city" of marriage, so we gradually stopped. After giving birth, she still had a great figure, but when I asked her out again after she returned to work, she politely declined. After several unsuccessful attempts, I knew our relationship had run its course. Now her life and WeChat Moments are all about her child. Perhaps once a woman's maternal instincts are awakened, desire becomes less important. Here, I dedicate this article as a memorial to this experience, and wish all the women who brought us joy happiness in their sex lives.

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