The Story of a Female Anchor

After Zongyi changed her clothes and came over, she said to Zhang Yaqing, "Big sister, I have to go memorize my script now. Bye!!" Yaqing forced a smile and watched her cute back as she left. A feeling of love rose in Yaqing's heart, along with a sexual urge. She immediately rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled up her skirt, revealing black transparent lace panties. They were even more wet and transparent due to the lustful fluid. Two fingers of her left hand were already deeply inserted to the deepest point. Her right hand was not idle either. She unbuttoned the two buttons on her chest, revealing her fair and firm breasts. She kneaded them with varying degrees of pressure, as if she was about to squeeze out milk. Pleasant moans, "Mmm... Ah...", accompanied by the rapid thrusting of her fingers stirring the lustful fluid, "Plop..." Zhang Yaqing reached another peak of pleasure. That day, Ya-ching finished her news report, went out to grab a bite to eat, and returned home.

Sigh… there's still so much to watch. Almost everyone at the company has left! Only one anchor remains on the news broadcast; the others haven't returned yet. Ya-ching sighed, “Sigh… time to get to work!” Just as Zhang Ya-ching was about to focus on today's news highlights, Zong-yi walked over. She was still wearing the red suit she'd worn during the news broadcast; her fair skin was stunning! Ya-ching couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Zongyi walked over with the press release and said, "Big sister! I think today's draft is a bit strange." Zongyi bent down and said to Yaqing, who was sitting down, "I think..." Zhang Yaqing slightly raised her head and looked into Shu Zongyi's collar. Two small, white breasts, gently supported by a pure white bra, were the very breasts she had created for her every night. Looking at Zongyi's small and lovely face, Zhang Yaqing was stunned for a moment, not knowing what she was saying. She couldn't help but kiss Zongyi's cheek. Zongyi was startled by her older sister's sudden action. She looked at Yaqing with her big eyes, as if asking what had happened. Yaqing lost her composure for a moment, but then she thought, since she had already made a mistake, she might as well go all the way.

She wrapped her arm around Zongyi's slender waist and kissed her lips. Zongyi was completely unprepared for this sudden development and stood there dumbfounded, letting Yaqing kiss her. Yaqing's warm tongue wandered between Zongyi's teeth, a slightly itchy sensation that made Zongyi forget to refuse. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and intertwined with Yaqing's. Zongyi wanted to see what would happen. Yaqing's kiss was intense, and her hands were also skilled. She had secretly reached behind and pulled down Zongyi's skirt. Zongyi seemed to wake up from a dream and pulled away from Yaqing with all her might. Yaqing lost her balance and fell to the ground. Zongyi's skirt was pulled down and fell to her knees. She almost tripped as well. Zongyi pulled up her skirt, but before she could finish, she ran to Zhang Yaqing's side, saying, "Big sister, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to." Her large eyes were already filled with tears from the sudden change, making

her even more pitiful. Zhang Yaqing, her underwear soaked through, lost her temper and grabbed Zongyi, who lost her balance and fell onto Yaqing. Their nipples pressed heavily together, and Yaqing's hand was already inside Zongyi's skirt, kneading her labia and clitoris. Zongyi couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," after all, her private parts hadn't been touched by anyone else in 24 years, and she rarely even masturbated.

As a woman herself, Ya-ching knew exactly where a woman's most sensitive and pleasurable spots were. Her fingers relentlessly explored, and in less than two minutes, Zong-yi's honeypot was already flowing with nectar. Zong-yi's initial resistance gradually weakened, replaced by soft moans. Seeing that she was halfway there, Ya-ching released her grip and began to remove her own clothes, until she was only wearing a pink pair of panties, soaked through. She then removed Zong-yi's top and skirt, revealing a pure white bra, her chest flushed with a rosy hue from sexual arousal. Ya-ching gently kissed Zong-yi, whose face was already burning red. Ya-ching slipped her hand inside Zong-yi's panties, inserting it into her untouched honeypot, while Zong-yi, driven by instinct, kneaded Ya-ching's medium-sized breasts with both hands.

The two women kissed, their moans mingling. Ya-ching pulled Zong-yi's inconvenient panties down to her knees, and removed her bra, revealing pale pink nipples that seemed to be saying, "Eat me! Eat me!" Her pubic hair was sparse, her bright red vulva glistening with clear nectar, clearly untouched. Ya-ching used both her hands and mouth, relentlessly attacking Zong-yi's breasts and vulva, while the inexperienced Shu Zong-yi could only slightly retaliate with her hands against Ya-ching's gushing vulva.

Suddenly, Ya-ching stood up, opened her purse, and took out a double-headed dildo, specially made for lesbians, about an inch and a half thick. Zongyi gasped loudly upon seeing it. Zhang Yaqing exclaimed, "Good sister! I prepared this so we can have more fun!" Zongyi stared wide-eyed at the large penis. Yaqing knelt down and gently inserted the double-headed penis into Zongyi's tender vagina. Zongyi cried out, "Ah...waaa!" and tears streamed down her face from the pain. Yaqing comforted her, "Take it slow! I'll be gentle, it feels very comfortable."

As she spoke, she gently inserted the penis. Zongyi just moaned. Yaqing slowly sat down, aligning the other end with her own wet vagina. Ah...the two of them simultaneously let out pleasurable moans. Yaqing imitated the man's slow thrusting and knelt down, aligning her nipples with Zongyi's nipples. With each thrust and vibration, their nipples rubbed against each other, their breasts colliding, filling them both with intense pleasure. Zongyi reached her climax within minutes, but faced with Yaqing's frenzied penetration, her juices splattered everywhere, leading her to another orgasm. "Mmm...ah...ah...Yaqing's pussy is about to burst, ah...I'm going to be reporting the news later...be gentle..."

Their frenzied thrusting culminated in Yaqing's third time before she stopped, while Zongyi, having just experienced her first time, was already in a daze. Yaqing picked up the double-headed penis and carefully licked Zongyi's juices clean. It really was juices, sweet and incredibly delicious. Ya-ching, still wanting more, went to suck Zong-yi's incessantly flowing vaginal fluid. The two played until almost nine o'clock. Ah... Anchor Bao-hui is almost finished with her report; she's coming back...

Recently, TVXS's news ratings have been soaring, with the latest polls showing it has surpassed all other channels. Of course, the frontline anchors deserve much credit, and another leading beauty, X-du-yun, is receiving widespread acclaim for her new financial program. The company held a celebration banquet, inviting colleagues from the news department to attend. At the banquet, the girls were dressed beautifully, and the boys were also very handsome. The eldest anchor, Zhang Ya-ching, wore a low-cut black t-shirt, paired with a red suit and black trousers. Her fair breasts against the black clothes inevitably attracted a lot of attention.

During the banquet, Ya-ching went to the restroom and happened to run into Zong-yi. Zong-yi was wearing a beige dress with a pearl necklace, exuding a mature and charming femininity. As Ya-ching walked past her, she couldn't resist giving Zong-yi's firm buttocks a quick groan. Zong-yi made a sound but said nothing. Meanwhile, at the banquet, as everyone celebrated the success of Du-yun's new program, there was much toasting. Du-yun, who couldn't hold her liquor, gradually became somewhat drunk. Male colleagues with ulterior motives tried to take advantage of her, even going so far as to rape her. Du-yun's most attractive features were her smiling eyes and irresistible smile. If she hadn't married young, she would have been the most popular news anchor. The manager said, "It looks like Du Yun is getting drunk. Let her husband pick her up!" A female colleague said, "Her husband went to the US to do a special report on an industry and won't be back until tomorrow." "Then... I'll take her home."

A group of male colleagues said this, and Ya Qing knew what those lecherous guys were thinking at a glance, so she said, "I'll take her home, it's on my way anyway." She added, "Shu Zongyi, aren't you Du Yun's best friend? Help me take her home! I'm not sure I can carry her." The naive Zongyi agreed without thinking! Zhang Ya Qing drove, and she and Zongyi took Du Yun home.

Ouch! So heavy!!! Ya Qing and Zongyi worked together to carry Du Yun to bed.

The ancients said: wine is the matchmaker for lust, and that's absolutely true. After a few drinks, Ya-ching saw Du-yun's flushed cheeks and her full, heaving breasts, and a surge of lust welled up inside her. Looking at Zong-yi beside her, with whom she had shared a pleasurable first time, Ya-ching had already decided what to do. She said to Zong-yi, "Your sister is drunk, help her change her clothes! Otherwise, she'll be uncomfortable with the clothes tight." Zong-yi blinked her big eyes and said, "Okay!" The two of them then worked together to remove Du-yun's clothes, revealing a pink bra, a rather modern front-fastening bra, and pink panties covering the small black mound.

"Ah!" Zongyi and Yaqing couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. At 167cm, she had a very slender figure, only one centimeter shorter than Zongyi. Her delicate skin contrasted sharply with her dark breasts. Her firm breasts did not appear flat despite being covered up; they still stood proudly, supporting her sexy bra. Yaqing took off Duyun's bra and looked at the tag: 35B, an inch or two larger than Zongyi's and Yaqing's.

Ya-ching said to Tsung-yi, "I'm going to get something. Can you keep an eye on Sister X?" She then went out. Tsung-yi stared intently at her best friend, X Du-yun's, breasts. One hand unconsciously traced circles on Du-yun's nipple—a light brown nipple, clearly often mercilessly sucked by her husband. Her other hand slowly spread Du-yun's legs, gently caressing her thighs, which were no less shapely than her own. —– "Hmm…ah…"

Du-yun, completely drunk, suddenly let out a soft moan. Tsung-yi, feeling guilty, quickly moved her hand away. If Du-yun knew what she was doing, Tsung-yi didn't know how to explain it to her best friend. Du-yun seemed unaware of what was happening, slightly adjusting her sleeping position before falling into a deep sleep again. Whew…that was close! Relieved, Zongyi suppressed her burgeoning desires and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, afraid to make any bold moves. "What's wrong with Sister Yaqing? Why hasn't she come back yet?" Zongyi muttered to herself.

Actually, Zhang Yaqing hadn't been gone long, but Zongyi was constantly struggling with her own desires, and those few minutes felt like hours. The naive Zongyi thought that if there was a third party present, no matter how much she felt resentful, she would never dare to do anything inappropriate.

The simple-minded beauty of the news anchor had no idea who was making her struggle alone here. Zongyi herself didn't understand why she was so distracted today, especially since the object of her desire was her closest colleague. Zongyi had no idea that the semi-forced, frenzied sex with Zhang Yaqing a few days earlier had left an indelible mark on her inexperienced body. After that day, Zhang Yaqing went about her work as usual, and when she saw Zongyi, she nonchalantly avoided mentioning that night, except for a few

casual flirtations when they were alone. Although filled with doubt, Zongyi dared not ask further since her older sister didn't bring it up. Zongyi kept telling herself that it was just a momentary lapse in judgment, constantly hypnotizing herself that nothing had happened that night. But every cell in her body that had experienced same-sex sex clearly remembered every detail of that night.

How did that nimble, soft tongue, carrying the subtle scent of cardamom, invade her cherry-like mouth, kissing every inch of her skin, transforming her once noble and refined vulva into a wanton, overflowing with lust? The electric shock of their nipple-to-nipple contact, the soft, pressing sensation of her breasts against her skin. How did that seemingly cold artificial penis, under Ya-ching's skillful manipulation, repeatedly lead her to the peak of orgasm? This was a kind of sex different from romantic love; sometimes gentle and delicate, sometimes rough and wild, filled with fresh wonder and mixed with a perverse pleasure.

Zongyi wanted to forget everything, but her body, having enjoyed the ultimate pleasure, eagerly anticipated the next lesbian feast. Watching Duyun's full, beautiful breasts rise and fall rhythmically, Zongyi's rationality faced another severe challenge.

"If I just gently caress her, Duyun-nee won't know, right?" Desire clearly won out in this struggle. "Like before, as long as I'm careful, Duyun-nee won't wake up." Just as Zongyi's thoughts changed from a question to a statement, her hand had already landed on Duyun's full breasts, which she couldn't grasp with one hand. "Ah! So soft, completely different from mine."

Zongyi gently caressed Duyun's chest with one hand, while her other hand slowly kneaded her own breasts through her dress. "I want it to be stronger." Even Zongyi, who had little experience with masturbation, clearly felt the intense desire. Zongyi pulled her dress down to her waist, unhooked her white lace bra with one hand, and directly caressed her full, slender breasts. Zongyi closed her eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips, her hands still roaming over the two women's chests. As if marveling at the wonder of creation, the two women's breasts felt so completely different. Zongyi had never touched another woman's breasts so carefully, not even her own.

Like a Java sparrow just released from the shackles of morality, Zongyi curiously explored this unknown sea of desire. Zongyi carefully searched every inch of her own breasts for sensuality, and then did the same to Duyun. Zongyi gently traced the areola with her fingernail, occasionally twisting the sensitive nipple lightly. Her fingers massaged the breast with varying pressure, as if trying to memorize the tender sensation with her own hands. "Oh..."

Duyun let out a long sigh. Zongyi, already controlled by lust, couldn't bear to leave Duyun's body this time, pinching Duyun's nipples, which were already erect from excitement. Zongyi opened her eyes, looking at Duyun's sleeping yet intoxicated expression. "Sister Duyun must be very happy too!"

Thinking of making her best friend happy, Zongyi felt a surge of inexplicable excitement, which also lessened the guilt in her subconscious. Du Yun remained unconscious, but with Zong Yi's caresses, she began to moan softly. "Ah... um..." The low moans assaulted Zong Yi's last line of rational defense. A surge of desire welled up within her; her silk white panties were already soaked, and Zong Yi could even feel the sticky liquid slowly trickling down her inner thighs. "Du Yun-neechan must be wet too." Unable to restrain herself any longer, Zong Yi finally moved her other hand to Du Yun's inner thigh, caressing the delicate skin as she moved towards the groin. Zong Yi carefully used her index finger to pry open Du Yun's trendy pink panties, her middle finger gently sliding into the secret garden she had long fantasized about. "Ah!" "It's really wet..." Zongyi excitedly realized her deduction was correct. When Zongyi's fingers touched the swollen clitoris, "Ah!" Duyun's body twitched as if electrocuted. "Oh... Jianqun... Jianqun..." Duyun suddenly called out her husband's name. "Sister Duyun is dreaming about her husband."

Zongyi didn't dare linger on the clitoris for too long, worried that excessive stimulation would wake Duyun. Her slender fingers wandered aimlessly in the garden. "Jianqun..." Duyun called out her husband's name again, her tone filled with pleading. "What's wrong, Sister Duyun?" Zongyi looked at Duyun with heartache. Duyun's brows were deeply furrowed, showing a very distressed expression. Zongyi, who had little sexual experience, had no idea what she had done to Duyun. Even in her sleep, when her sensitive private parts were stimulated, her mature body faithfully responded primally. Zongyi's awkward caresses slowly aroused Duyun's sensuality, but just as Duyun was about to reach the heights of pleasure, Zongyi would bring her back down to earth. A strong sense of emptiness filled Duyun, and she twisted her waist in frustration as if chasing Zongyi's mischievous fingers.

Zongyi recalled the large penis she had with Zhang Yaqing that night. "Sister Duyun..." Zongyi mustered her courage and parted the engorged petals, her already moist middle finger easily sliding into the long-awaited honey pot. "Oh..." Duyun let out a long sigh as if she had breathed a sigh of relief. Zongyi dared not be too rough, only using two knuckles to slowly thrust in and out of her vulva.

"Mmm...ah...building a group...ah..." Du Yun's soft moans seemed to encourage Zong Yi to be bolder. "It doesn't seem enough..." Zong Yi, who only wanted to give his beloved Du Yun even greater satisfaction, inserted his index finger into her warm little hole. As the speed of the thrusting increased, Du Yun let out even more lewd moans, and the finger that kept teasing the flesh walls drew out a lot of nectar. The squelching sounds of the water and Du Yun's sweet moans combined to create a lewd symphony.

Although she was already married, Du Yun's vagina was still narrow and full of elasticity. The smooth mucous membrane tightly wrapped around the finger, and the vagina contracted in waves. Zong Yi felt like he was about to melt. Completely different from her passive experience with Ya-ching last time, Zong-yi reveled in the superior feeling of being in control. Although there was no external force directly stimulating her body, just hearing Du-yun's satisfied moans and feeling the warmth of her fingers inside Du-yun's body gave Zong-yi pleasure. Completely indulging her rising lust, Zong-yi's mind gradually became blurred, and she even felt like she was reaching orgasm. In her daze, Du-yun suddenly cried out "Ah!" Her right hand tightly gripped Zong-yi's hand, which was still inside her vagina. Her pubic bone was raised high, and her vagina contracted strongly, as if a strong suction force was trying to pull Zong-yi's hand into the deepest part of her vagina.

"Create a group chat...create a group chat...don't leave me...create a group chat..." Du Yun, somewhat caught up in the ecstasy of orgasm, cried out, her voice laced with a desperate plea for her husband to stay by her side. Zong Yi was stunned by this sudden turn of events, momentarily at a loss for what to do. Her tight vagina even caused her fingers to ache. "There's nothing I can do about being looked down upon by Sister Du Yun," Zong Yi thought helplessly, preparing to wake Du Yun. Suddenly, a hand covered Zong Yi's mouth. Startled, Zong Yi turned around and exclaimed, "Sister Ya Qing!" It turned out that Zhang Ya Qing had been intent on taking advantage of Du Yun while taking her home. Bringing Zong Yi along was partly to utilize her volleyball skills, but more importantly, she wanted to try a threesome, a game even Zhang Ya Qing herself had never experienced.

Upon seeing Du Yun's voluptuous and beautiful body, Zhang Yaqing was so excited that she wanted to pounce on her and kiss her fair breasts. However, she worried that her rough actions might scare Zongyi away, and besides, it would be a waste of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. So, she finally suppressed her burning desire, told Zongyi to take care of Du Yun, and went back to her car to prepare some sex toys she planned to use later.

Yaqing grabbed a few vibrators and dildos from the car, and suddenly had an idea. She also took out a Hi-8 that she had kept in the car to film breaking news footage, and rushed back into the house. As soon as she entered the living room, she could faintly hear a woman's moans coming from the room. 'Could it be…' Ya-ching cautiously approached the bedroom, stunned by the scene before her.

Zong-yi was gently caressing the sleeping Du-yun, who was moaning with ecstasy. Ya-ching had experienced such scenes before, and seen them on videotapes, but she had never witnessed them so clearly, especially since the performers before her were her colleagues, a gentle and virtuous married woman and a pure and lovely young girl! Ya-ching felt a surge of heat within her, quickly removing her red suit and black trousers, revealing her specially chosen sexy black suspender stockings. Her already damp panties glistened alluringly with lustful moisture under the light.

The strange sight aroused intense sexual desire, and Ya-ching frantically masturbated while simultaneously filming this lewd scene. Ya-ching had no intention of interfering in Zong-yi and Du-yun's game. Although her long-awaited threesome had failed, the thrill of peeping gave Ya-ching an unprecedented experience. Looking at Zong-yi's still slightly childish face through the camera window, Ya-ching felt a strange sensation. She intended to train Zong-yi, but every time she saw her, she felt troubled, unsure of how to proceed. With Zong-yi's height of 168 cm and agile movements, she should have been an excellent number one; however, her delicate and beautiful demeanor made one unable to resist feeling pity for her. Having worked together for half a year, Ya-ching, as her supervisor, also knew that beneath Zong-yi's gentle exterior lay a stubborn and unyielding spirit. This contradiction is precisely why Ya-ching didn't actively seduce Zong-yi after leading her through her first lesbian experience. Ya-ching wanted to observe further, to see what kind of physique Zong-yi possessed beneath her beautiful exterior. Ya-ching, who often masturbated at night fantasizing about Zong-yi's snow-white body, would always think after orgasm, "This girl might truly be a born queen; all women must submit at her feet..."

Watching Zong-yi's clumsy movements, she actually brought Du-yun to orgasm as well, and Ya-ching couldn't help but feel proud of her judgment. But no matter what Ya-ching thought, Zong-yi's experience was ultimately insufficient. In that moment of panic, Ya-ching knew that if she didn't appear soon, Zong-yi might ruin things. Before Zong-yi could cry out, Ya-ching rushed out from behind the door and covered Zong-yi's mouth, preventing an embarrassing situation. "Sister Ya-ching!" A muffled groan escaped from her covered mouth. Zhang Yaqing gestured to Zongyi to be quiet, carefully releasing Du Yun's hand with one hand while her other hand gently caressed Du Yun's erogenous zones like a breeze. Yaqing's skillful technique gradually soothed Du Yun's impending climax. Taking advantage of the reduced contraction of her vagina, Zongyi slowly withdrew her fingers, pulling out a long, thin thread. Her fingers, glistening with nectar, were irresistible. Yaqing couldn't resist leaning over to suckle. As her soft tongue licked her fingertips, Zongyi felt a shiver run through her body. After a moment's hesitation, she finally turned her head to suckle Du Yun's nectar as well. "Ah... this is what Sister Du Yun tastes like."

Their tongues intertwined, sometimes entwining around their fingers, sometimes entwining with each other's, indistinguishable between nectar and saliva. The only constant was the sweet sensation; Ya-ching and Zong-yi kissed passionately. "Mmm...uh..." Du-yun groaned in protest, twisting her waist. Although the climax had subsided, her body was still dissatisfied with the sudden interruption of pleasure. "

Don't forget your sister Ma," Ya-ching whispered with a laugh, gently biting Zong-yi's ear. Like a teacher instructing a student, Ya-ching guided Zong-yi's hands back to Du-yun's body, exploring every erogenous zone. The already aroused bodies quickly rekindled their desire. Ya-ching let Zong-yi caress Du-yun's breasts while she herself invaded her still-wet honey cave. "Ah... beautiful... so beautiful..." Du Yun let out a sweet cry as her entire body was simultaneously assaulted with sensuality.

After changing her clothes, Zong Yi came over and said to Zhang Yaqing, "Big sister, I need to go memorize my script now. Bye!!" Yaqing forced a smile, watching her cute back as she left. A feeling of love rose in Yaqing's heart, along with a sexual urge. She immediately rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled up her suit skirt, revealing black transparent lace panties, which were even more wet and transparent with her own juices. Two fingers of her left hand were already deeply inserted to the bottom, while her right hand was not idle either, unbuttoning two buttons on her chest, revealing her fair and firm breasts, kneading them with varying pressure, as if she were about to squeeze out milk, with pleasurable moans "Mmm... Ah..." accompanied by the rapid thrusting of her fingers stirring up her juices "Plop..." Zhang Yaqing reached another peak of pleasure. That day, Yaqing finished reporting the news, went out to get something to eat, and came back.

Sigh... There's still a lot of stuff to watch, and most of the people at the company have probably left! There's still one anchor left in the broadcasting team, and the others haven't returned yet. Ya-ching sighed, "Sigh... Let's start working hard!" Just as Zhang Ya-ching was about to focus on today's news highlights, Zong-yi walked over. She was still wearing the red suit she had just worn during the news broadcast, her fair skin glowing red—she was absolutely gorgeous! Ya-ching couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. Zong-yi walked over with the news script and said, "Big sister! I think today's script is a bit strange." Zong-yi bent down and said to Ya-ching, who was sitting down, "I think..." Zhang Ya-ching slightly raised her head and looked into Zong-yi's neckline. Two small, white breasts, gently supported by a pure white bra, were the very breasts she had created for her every night. Looking at Zong-yi's small and lovely face, Zhang Ya-ching was momentarily stunned, not knowing what she was saying, and couldn't help but kiss Zong-yi's cheek. Zongyi was startled by her older sister's sudden action. Her large eyes stared at Yaqing, as if asking what had happened. Yaqing, momentarily flustered, quickly realized she might as well go all the way.

She wrapped her arm around Zongyi's slender waist and kissed her lips. Completely unprepared for this sudden turn of events, Zongyi stood there dumbfounded, letting Yaqing kiss her. Yaqing's warm tongue roamed between Zongyi's teeth, a slightly tingling sensation that made Zongyi forget to refuse. Instead, she extended her tongue and intertwined with Yaqing's. Zongyi wanted to see what would happen. Yaqing's kiss was passionate, and her hands were equally skilled. She secretly reached behind Zongyi and pulled down her skirt. Zongyi seemed to wake from a dream, forcefully pulling away from Zhang Yaqing. Yaqing lost her balance and fell to the ground. Zongyi's skirt, pulled down to her knees, almost tripped her too. Zongyi pulled her skirt up, but before she could finish, she ran to Zhang Yaqing's side, saying, "Big sister, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to." Her large eyes were already filled with tears from the sudden turn of events, making her even more pitiful.

Zhang Yaqing, her underwear soaked, lost her temper and grabbed Zongyi. Zongyi lost her balance and fell onto Yaqing, their nipples pressing heavily together. Yaqing's hand was already inside Zongyi's skirt, kneading her labia and clitoris. Zongyi couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," after all, her private parts hadn't been touched by anyone else in 24 years, and she rarely even masturbated.

Since Yaqing was also a woman, she knew exactly where a woman's most sensitive and pleasurable spot was, and her five fingers relentlessly attacked. In less than two minutes, Zongyi's honeypot was already flowing with nectar. Zongyi's initial resistance gradually weakened, replaced by soft moans. Seeing that she was halfway there, Yaqing let go and began to take off her own clothes, until she was only wearing a pink pair of panties with a wet crotch. Then she reached out and took off Zongyi's top and skirt, revealing a pure white bra, her chest flushed red from sexual arousal. Ya-ching gently kissed Tsung-yi, whose face was already flushed red. Ya-ching slipped her hand inside Tsung-yi's panties and inserted it into her untouched honey hole. Driven by instinct, Tsung-yi kneaded Ya-ching's medium-sized breasts with both hands.

The two women kissed with moans. Ya-ching pulled Tsung-yi's inconvenient panties down to her knees and took off her bra. Her pale pink nipples seemed to be saying, "Come and eat me! Come and eat me!" Her pubic hair was sparse, and her bright red vulva and glistening honey showed that it had not been developed. Ya-ching used both her hands and mouth to attack Tsung-yi's breasts and vulva. The inexperienced Tsung-yi could only use her hands to slightly retaliate against Ya-ching's vulva, which was gushing with lustful fluid.

Ya-ching suddenly stood up, opened her purse, and took out a double-headed phallus, specially made for lesbians, about an inch and a half thick. Zong-yi gasped loudly upon seeing it. Zhang Ya-ching exclaimed, "Good sister! I prepared this, will it make us happier?" Zong-yi just stared wide-eyed at the large phallus. Ya-ching knelt down and gently inserted the double-headed phallus into Zong-yi's tender vagina. Zong-yi cried out, "Ah...waaa!" tears streaming down her face from the pain. Ya-ching comforted her, "Take it slow! I'll be gentle, it feels very comfortable."

As she spoke, she gently inserted it. Zong-yi just moaned. Ya-ching slowly sat down, aligning the other end with her own wet vagina. Ah...the two simultaneously let out pleasurable moans. Ya-ching imitated the man's slow thrusting, then knelt down, aligning her nipples with Zong-yi's nipples. With each thrust and vibration, their nipples rubbed against each other, their breasts colliding, filling them both with intense pleasure. Zongyi reached her climax within minutes, but faced with Yaqing's frenzied penetration, her juices splattered everywhere, leading her to another orgasm. "Mmm...ah...ah...Yaqing's pussy is about to burst, ah...I'm going to be reporting the news later...be gentle..."

Their frenzied thrusting culminated in Yaqing's third time before she stopped, while Zongyi, having just experienced her first time, was already in a daze. Yaqing picked up the double-headed penis and carefully licked Zongyi's juices clean. It really was juices, sweet and incredibly delicious. Ya-ching, still wanting more, went to suck Zong-yi's incessantly flowing vaginal fluid. The two played until almost nine o'clock. Ah... Anchor Bao-hui is almost finished with her report; she's coming back...

Recently, TVXS's news ratings have been soaring, with the latest polls showing it has surpassed all other channels. Of course, the frontline anchors deserve much credit, and another leading beauty, X-du-yun, is receiving widespread acclaim for her new financial program. The company held a celebration banquet, inviting colleagues from the news department to attend. At the banquet, the girls were dressed beautifully, and the boys were also very handsome. The eldest anchor, Zhang Ya-ching, wore a low-cut black t-shirt, paired with a red suit and black trousers. Her fair breasts against the black clothes inevitably attracted a lot of attention.

During the banquet, Ya-ching went to the restroom and happened to run into Zong-yi. Zong-yi was wearing a beige dress with a pearl necklace, exuding a mature and charming femininity. As Ya-ching walked past her, she couldn't resist giving Zong-yi's firm buttocks a quick groan. Zong-yi made a sound but said nothing. Meanwhile, at the banquet, as everyone celebrated the success of Du-yun's new program, there was much toasting. Du-yun, who couldn't hold her liquor, gradually became somewhat drunk. Male colleagues with ulterior motives tried to take advantage of her, even going so far as to rape her. Du-yun's most attractive features were her smiling eyes and irresistible smile. If she hadn't married young, she would have been the most popular news anchor. The manager said, "It looks like Du Yun is getting drunk. Let her husband pick her up!" A female colleague said, "Her husband went to the US to do a special report on an industry and won't be back until tomorrow." "Then... I'll take her home."

A group of male colleagues said this, and Ya Qing knew what those lecherous guys were thinking at a glance, so she said, "I'll take her home, it's on my way anyway." She added, "Shu Zongyi, aren't you Du Yun's best friend? Help me take her home! I'm not sure I can carry her." The naive Zongyi agreed without thinking! Zhang Ya Qing drove, and she and Zongyi took Du Yun home.

Ouch! So heavy!!! Ya Qing and Zongyi worked together to carry Du Yun to bed.

The ancients said: wine is the matchmaker for lust, and that's absolutely true. After a few drinks, Ya-ching saw Du-yun's flushed cheeks and her full, heaving breasts, and a surge of lust welled up inside her. Looking at Zong-yi beside her, with whom she had shared a pleasurable first time, Ya-ching had already decided what to do. She said to Zong-yi, "Your sister is drunk, help her change her clothes! Otherwise, she'll be uncomfortable with the clothes tight." Zong-yi blinked her big eyes and said, "Okay!" The two of them then worked together to remove Du-yun's clothes, revealing a pink bra, a rather modern front-fastening bra, and pink panties covering the small black mound.

"Ah!" Zongyi and Yaqing couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. At 167cm, she had a very slender figure, only one centimeter shorter than Zongyi. Her delicate skin contrasted sharply with her dark breasts. Her firm breasts did not appear flat despite being covered up; they still stood proudly, supporting her sexy bra. Yaqing took off Duyun's bra and looked at the tag: 35B, an inch or two larger than Zongyi's and Yaqing's.

Ya-ching said to Tsung-yi, "I'm going to get something. Can you keep an eye on Sister X?" She then went out. Tsung-yi stared intently at her best friend, X Du-yun's, breasts. One hand unconsciously traced circles on Du-yun's nipple—a light brown nipple, clearly often mercilessly sucked by her husband. Her other hand slowly spread Du-yun's legs, gently caressing her thighs, which were no less shapely than her own. —– "Hmm…ah…"

Du-yun, completely drunk, suddenly let out a soft moan. Tsung-yi, feeling guilty, quickly moved her hand away. If Du-yun knew what she was doing, Tsung-yi didn't know how to explain it to her best friend. Du-yun seemed unaware of what was happening, slightly adjusting her sleeping position before falling into a deep sleep again. Whew…that was close! Relieved, Zongyi suppressed her burgeoning desires and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, afraid to make any bold moves. "What's wrong with Sister Yaqing? Why hasn't she come back yet?" Zongyi muttered to herself.

Actually, Zhang Yaqing hadn't been gone long, but Zongyi was constantly struggling with her own desires, and those few minutes felt like hours. The naive Zongyi thought that if there was a third party present, no matter how much she felt resentful, she would never dare to do anything inappropriate.

The simple-minded beauty of the news anchor had no idea who was making her struggle alone here. Zongyi herself didn't understand why she was so distracted today, especially since the object of her desire was her closest colleague. Zongyi had no idea that the semi-forced, frenzied sex with Zhang Yaqing a few days earlier had left an indelible mark on her inexperienced body. After that day, Zhang Yaqing went about her work as usual, and when she saw Zongyi, she nonchalantly avoided mentioning that night, except for a few

casual flirtations when they were alone. Although filled with doubt, Zongyi dared not ask further since her older sister didn't bring it up. Zongyi kept telling herself that it was just a momentary lapse in judgment, constantly hypnotizing herself that nothing had happened that night. But every cell in her body that had experienced same-sex sex clearly remembered every detail of that night.

How did that nimble, soft tongue, carrying the subtle scent of cardamom, invade her cherry-like mouth, kissing every inch of her skin, transforming her once noble and refined vulva into a wanton, overflowing with lust? The electric shock of their nipple-to-nipple contact, the soft, pressing sensation of her breasts against her skin. How did that seemingly cold artificial penis, under Ya-ching's skillful manipulation, repeatedly lead her to the peak of orgasm? This was a kind of sex different from romantic love; sometimes gentle and delicate, sometimes rough and wild, filled with fresh wonder and mixed with a perverse pleasure.

Zongyi wanted to forget everything, but her body, having enjoyed the ultimate pleasure, eagerly anticipated the next lesbian feast. Watching Duyun's full, beautiful breasts rise and fall rhythmically, Zongyi's rationality faced another severe challenge.

"If I just gently caress her, Duyun-nee won't know, right?" Desire clearly won out in this struggle. "Like before, as long as I'm careful, Duyun-nee won't wake up." Just as Zongyi's thoughts changed from a question to a statement, her hand had already landed on Duyun's full breasts, which she couldn't grasp with one hand. "Ah! So soft, completely different from mine."

Zongyi gently caressed Duyun's chest with one hand, while her other hand slowly kneaded her own breasts through her dress. "I want it to be stronger." Even Zongyi, who had little experience with masturbation, clearly felt the intense desire. Zongyi pulled her dress down to her waist, unhooked her white lace bra with one hand, and directly caressed her full, slender breasts. Zongyi closed her eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips, her hands still roaming over the two women's chests. As if marveling at the wonder of creation, the two women's breasts felt so completely different. Zongyi had never touched another woman's breasts so carefully before, not even her own.

Like a Java sparrow newly freed from the shackles of morality, Zongyi curiously explored this unknown sea of desire. She meticulously searched for every inch of the sensuality in her own breasts, then performed the same on Duyun. Zongyi lightly traced the areolas with her fingernails, occasionally giving a gentle twist to the sensitive nipples, her fingers massaging the breasts with varying pressure, as if trying to memorize this tender sensation with her own hands. "Oh…"

Duyun let out a long sigh. Now completely controlled by lust, Zongyi couldn't bear to leave Duyun's body, pinching Duyun's nipples, which were already erect with excitement and blood flow. Zongyi opened her eyes, gazing at Duyun's sleeping yet blissful expression. "Duyun-neechan must be very happy too!"

The thought of making her best friend happy filled Zongyi with a strange excitement, lessening the guilt in her subconscious. Duyun remained asleep, but with the rhythm of Zongyi's caresses, she began to moan softly. "Ah... um..." The low moans assaulted Zongyi's last line of rational defense. A surge of desire welled up within her; her white silk panties were already soaked, and Zongyi could even feel the slippery liquid slowly trickling down her inner thighs. "Duyun-jie must be wet too." Unable to contain herself any longer, Zongyi finally moved her other hand to Duyun's inner thigh, stroking the delicate skin as she moved towards the groin. Zongyi carefully used her index finger to pull open Duyun's trendy pink panties, and her middle finger gently slid into the secret garden she had long fantasized about. "Ah! It really is wet..." Zongyi excitedly realized that her deduction was correct. When Zongyi's fingers touched the swollen clitoris, "Ah!" Duyun's body twitched as if she had been electrocuted. "Oh... Jianqun... Jianqun..." Duyun suddenly called out her husband's name. "Duyun-jie is dreaming about her husband."

Zongyi dared not linger on the clitoris for too long, worried that excessive stimulation would wake Duyun. Slender fingers wandered aimlessly through the garden. "Jianqun..." Du Yun called out her husband's name again, her voice filled with pleading. "What's wrong, Du Yun?" Zong Yi looked at Du Yun with concern. Du Yun's brows were deeply furrowed, showing a very distressed expression. Zong Yi, with little sexual experience, had no idea what she had done to Du Yun. Even in her sleep, her sensitive private parts were stimulated, and her mature body faithfully responded primally. Zong Yi's awkward caresses slowly aroused Du Yun's sensuality, but just as Du Yun was about to reach her climax, Zong Yi brought her back down to earth. A strong sense of emptiness filled Du Yun, and she twisted her waist in frustration as if chasing Zong Yi's mischievous fingers.

Zong Yi remembered the large penis she had with Zhang Yaqing that night. "Sister Duyun..." Zongyi mustered her courage and parted the engorged petals, her already moist middle finger effortlessly sliding into the long-awaited honey pot. "Oh..." Duyun let out a long sigh, as if letting out a sigh of relief. Zongyi dared not be too rough, only using two knuckles to slowly thrust in and out of her vulva.

"Hmm... ah... Jianqun... ah..." Duyun's soft moans seemed to encourage Zongyi to go further. "It doesn't seem enough..." Zongyi, who only wanted to give her beloved Sister Duyun greater satisfaction, also inserted her index finger into the warm little hole. As the thrusting speed increased, Du Yun let out even more lewd moans. The fingers that kept teasing the inner walls of her vagina drew out more nectar, and the squelching sounds combined with Du Yun's sweet moans to create a lewd symphony.

Although she was married, Du Yun's vagina was still narrow and elastic, the smooth mucous membrane tightly wrapping around the fingers. Her vagina contracted in waves, and Zong Yi felt like she was melting. Completely different from her passive experience with Ya Qing, Zong Yi was intoxicated by the superiority of holding the initiative. Although there was no external force directly stimulating her body, just hearing Du Yun's satisfied cries and feeling the warmth of the fingers inside Du Yun's body gave Zong Yi pleasure. Completely indulging in her rising lust, Zongyi's mind gradually blurred, and she even felt herself reaching orgasm. In her dazed state, Duyun suddenly cried out, her right hand tightly gripping Zongyi's still-inserted hand. Her pubic bone arched high, her vagina contracted strongly, a powerful suction seemingly trying to pull Zongyi's hand to its deepest point.

"Jianqun... Jianqun... Don't leave me... Jianqun..." Duyun, somewhat caught in the frenzy of orgasm, cried out, her voice laced with a desperate plea for her husband to stay by her side. Zongyi was stunned by this sudden turn of events, momentarily at a loss for what to do; the tightness of her vagina even caused her fingers a slight pain. "There's nothing I can do about being looked down upon by Sister Du Yun." Just as Zong Yi was about to wake Du Yun, a hand suddenly covered her mouth. Startled, Zong Yi turned around and exclaimed, "Sister Ya Qing!" It turned out that Zhang Ya Qing had been trying to take advantage of Du Yun while taking her home. Bringing Zong Yi along was partly to utilize her volleyball skills, but also to try a threesome—a game even Zhang Ya Qing herself hadn't experienced.

Upon seeing Du Yun's voluptuous and beautiful body, Zhang Ya Qing excitedly tried to pounce on her and kiss her fair breasts. However, she hesitated, worried that her rough actions might scare Zong Yi away, and besides, simply going through the motions would be a waste of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Finally suppressing her burning desire, Ya-ching instructed Zong-yi to look after Du-yun and returned to her car to prepare some sex toys for later use.

Once in the car, Ya-ching grabbed a few vibrators and dildos, then suddenly had an idea. She also took out a Hi-8 monitor that she had kept in the car to film breaking news, and rushed back inside. As soon as she entered the living room, she faintly heard a woman's moans coming from the bedroom. 'Could it be…' Ya-ching cautiously approached the bedroom, only to be stunned by what she saw.

Zong-yi was gently caressing the sleeping Du-yun, who was moaning ecstatically. Ya-ching had experienced such scenes before, and seen them on videotapes, but she had never witnessed them so clearly, especially since the performers before her were her daily colleagues—a gentle and virtuous married woman and a pure and lovely young girl! Ya-ching felt a surge of heat within her, quickly removing her red suit and black trousers, revealing her deliberately styled black sexy suspender stockings. Her already damp panties glistened alluringly with lustful fluids under the lights.

The strange sight aroused intense sexual desire, and Ya-ching frantically masturbated while simultaneously filming this lewd scene. Ya-ching didn't intend to interfere in Zong-yi and Du-yun's game; although her long-desired threesome had failed, the thrill of voyeurism gave her an unprecedented experience. Looking at Zongyi's still slightly childish face through the camera lens, Yaqing felt a strange sensation. She intended to "train" Zongyi, but every time she saw her, she felt troubled, unsure of how to proceed. With Zongyi's height of 168 cm and agile movements, she should have been an excellent "number one"; yet her delicate, beautiful demeanor evoked a sense of tenderness. Having worked together for half a year, Yaqing, as her supervisor, knew that beneath Zongyi's gentle exterior lay a stubborn, unyielding spirit. This contradiction was precisely why, after leading Zongyi through her first experience with a same-sex partner, Yaqing didn't actively provoke her further. Yaqing wanted to observe further, to see what kind of person Zongyi truly was beneath her beautiful exterior. Every time Ya-ching masturbated to Zong-yi's snow-white body in the middle of the night, she would think after the orgasm, "This child might really be a born queen, all women will have to submit at her feet..."

Watching Zong-yi's clumsy technique, she actually brought Du-yun to orgasm as well, and Ya-ching couldn't help but feel proud of her own judgment. But no matter what Ya-ching thought, Zong-yi's experience was ultimately insufficient. In that moment of panic, Ya-ching knew that if she didn't show herself soon, Zong-yi might ruin things. Before Zong-yi could cry out, Ya-ching rushed out from behind the door and covered Zong-yi's mouth, avoiding an embarrassing situation. "Sister Ya-ching!" A muffled groan came from the covered mouth. Zhang Ya-ching gestured to Zong-yi to be quiet, carefully releasing Du-yun's hand with one hand, while the other hand gently caressed Du-yun's erogenous zones like a breeze. Ya-ching's skillful techniques gradually soothed Du-yun's impending climax. Taking advantage of the reduced contractions in her vagina, Zong-yi slowly withdrew her fingers, pulling out a long, thin thread. Her fingers, glistening with nectar, were irresistible. Ya-ching couldn't resist leaning in to suckle. As her soft tongue licked her fingertips, Zong-yi felt a shiver run through her body. After a moment's hesitation, she finally turned her head to suckle Du-yun's nectar as well. "Ah…this is Du-yun's taste."

Their tongues intertwined, sometimes entwining with each other's fingers, sometimes locked in a passionate kiss. They couldn't distinguish between nectar and each other's saliva; the only constant was the sweet sensation. Ya-ching and Zong-yi kissed each other passionately. "Mmm…uh…" Du-yun groaned in protest, twisting her waist. Although the climax has subsided, the body still feels dissatisfied with the sudden interruption of pleasure.

"Don't forget your sister Ma," Ya-ching whispered with a laugh, gently biting Tsung-yi's ear. Like a teacher instructing a student, Ya-ching guided Tsung-yi's hands back to Du-yun's body, exploring every erogenous zone. The already aroused body quickly rekindled its desire. Ya-ching let Tsung-yi caress Du-yun's beautiful breasts while she herself invaded her still-wet honey pot. "Ah...so beautiful...so incredibly beautiful..." Du-yun let out a sweet cry as her entire body was simultaneously assaulted with sensuality.

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