My Mature Woman Romance (Part 4) To be continued

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Although the fire didn't catch fire, the thick white smoke still alerted the fire trucks and, more importantly, our boss. Almost everyone saw us run downstairs; I was practically naked, and Sister Lan's hair was disheveled and her face flushed. Thankfully, most people were focused on where the fire started and didn't pay much attention to us, except for the front desk manager who gave me a sly wink.
The manager at the front desk was surnamed Cao, and we all called her Sister Cao. Sister Cao was a woman in her early forties, with a slender figure and a sharp tongue. (I suppose most middle-aged women in Shanghai are like that.) She often made slightly crude jokes with us unmarried young men. Originally, I didn't have many feelings for her; we were just colleagues. After my relationship with Sister Lan, I lost even more interest in her. Because nothing serious happened, it was quickly resolved. That afternoon, I had already decided to resign. For Sister Lan's family, and even more so for her reputation, I had to leave. That evening, on my way home, I received a call from Sister Cao, inviting me to dinner (this often happened, as the front desk of the housekeeping department often had some shady dealings, which of course couldn't escape notice). She said that when the boss's wife was angry that afternoon, I had helped her out of the situation. (Actually, I hadn't said a word at the time.)
"Where are they?" I asked when I saw Sister Cao sitting there alone. "They'll be there in a bit," Sister Cao replied casually. Lost in thought, I drank my wine, making small talk with Sister Cao. The food, usually delicious, tasted bland today, but the bottle of baijiu was quickly emptied. I looked up at Sister Cao; she had also drunk quite a bit, her face flushed, her eyes shining, and her speech somewhat slurred. I got up, paid the bill at the bar, and helped Sister Cao up. "Let's go, they probably won't come." We walked to the electric scooter. "Let me take you home; it's not safe for you to ride." "Okay, but I don't want to go home yet. My daughter's at school, and he just plays cards all night." "What's the point of going back?" I felt a sudden weight on the back of the scooter. First, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist from behind, then two soft mounds pressed against my back. "I want to go to your house," a soft voice, accompanied by a gentle fragrance, reached my ears from behind my neck. With a guilty conscience, we set off. In just a few minutes, a pair of restless little hands ravaged my entire body.
When we arrived at my small room, before the car had even come to a complete stop, I pushed her down onto the bed, quickly ripped off her shirt and pushed aside her bra. Her breasts, though small, weren't sagging. I leaned in and licked them, then bit her nipple. She groaned loudly, a slight pain in her voice. The harder I grabbed her breasts, the more excited she became. I lifted her business skirt, pulling down her stockings and panties together. When I spread her legs, I noticed she didn't have much pubic hair, but when I touched it, it was already quite thick. I immediately stood up, pulled down my pants, and thrust my penis into her. With the insertion of my penis, she let out a soft moan. I gripped her buttocks tightly, my fingers sinking deep into them. Each thrust of my penis made a slapping sound, and her vagina responded with contractions... That night, we worked from 9 pm until after 4 am. Eventually, we were exhausted and fell asleep.
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