I slept with an American girl in the company server room, so exciting!

At 6 PM on Friday, I walked into the server room. Everyone at MIS was gone. In fact, almost everyone in the company had left, except for the night shift technicians. That's how Americans are; no matter what, once the weekend arrives, they eagerly head off to enjoy their holiday, leaving all the trouble for Monday. No wonder Americans hate Mondays. Why am I still here? Because: 1. I'm a software engineer. 2. My manager wants me to also handle system administration. 3. I took two weeks off. 4. During those two weeks, my manager, to show he understands Unix, completely relocated all the file systems. 5. To quell public anger, he wants me to "quietly" restore them. 6. He just gave me a 15% raise two months ago. So I had to clean up this mess.

This server room belongs to MIS; our department borrowed part of the space to set up our servers, mainly because it has an uninterruptible power supply (UPS). But even with the UPS, it only lasts a few hours. Worse still, nobody knows exactly how many hours it lasts. I had told Tony, the black manager at MIS, long ago that I suggested he test it out sometime. That guy was a total jerk, didn't take it seriously. After hitting a wall twice, I told myself, "We'll see." I sat down, entered my password, and logged into my Superuser account.

A long-standing habit of mine is to copy files first. No matter how much I mess around, at least I can revert to the state before I started. In fact, this habit has helped me a lot. I estimated that copying the important parts would take about an hour. Completely bored, I connected to MIS's PC network to see what new things were available. Among a huge pile of files and spreadsheets, I suddenly spotted a .jsp directory—that was interesting.

Entering that directory, besides being full of files, there was also a display program. I randomly picked a file and opened it with the display program: Good heavens! A slender, fully exposed body was lazily stretched out on the high-resolution screen. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm naive, it's just that it shouldn't be here. The company's HR department has repeatedly emphasized the issue of sexual harassment, and images like this are absolutely forbidden in the company.

Thinking about this, I initially wanted to immediately exit the program to avoid trouble; but then I thought, firstly, it wasn't a file I saved, so it had nothing to do with me; secondly, no one else would be in the server room at this time; and thirdly, I was just too bored. So I set the program to slideshow mode, letting it automatically display one image after another. As I looked, I couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Suddenly, a female voice came from behind me. "Roger, what are you doing?" Instantly, I felt a chill run down my spine. My previous erotic thoughts vanished, and several ideas flashed through my mind, from pay cuts to being fired… Composing myself, I turned around and saw it was Jessica from MIS! "I...I...just happened to be on your network...um...so...um..." She chuckled softly. "Don't be nervous, it's alright. Those are Tony's files." "Tony? How dare he..." "He's been secretly downloading these things from the Internet, it's an open secret in MIS..." She glanced at me. "Roger, don't look at too much, or you won't be able to sleep tonight." I blushed instantly. I quickly exited the program. "Why haven't you left yet?" "The Japanese branch needs some reports, Tony wants me to print them out and fax them over tonight. What about you?" "Oh, just some system administration stuff, you know." "Such trivial stuff?" I felt incredibly embarrassed. These Americans! They can't do anything, but they're experts at talking! "...I was just joking." An inevitable conclusion. "I know." "Okay, I need to hurry up and print the reports." She walked to the other end of the server room and started operating the HP 3000. Watching her leave, I forced myself to focus on the mainframe screen. The copying was finished just in time. I started re-framing the file system. After a long while, the heat on my face subsided slightly.

Only then did I dare to look at the other end. Jessica had finished cleaning the files and was ready to print. Jessica was the HP 3000 operator in MIS, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with shoulder-length brown hair. Although she wasn't as eye-catching as the bombshells in the accounting and marketing departments, everyone agreed she was very cute. Although I wasn't very familiar with her, we chatted a bit after going in and out of the server room so often. Anyway, Americans value social responsibility, so chatting is always a good thing. She was actually quite lively; I didn't know how she could endure such a monotonous job as an operator. Jessica had a well-proportioned figure, probably a regular at the gym and beach. Perhaps influenced by the picture I'd just seen, I started fantasizing about her body beneath her white linen dress. "Roger, can you do me a favor?" I exclaimed, startled. Coming to my senses, I realized the printer was jammed again. This old printer was an 80s relic, three times the size of our sunseller. It was

not only incredibly noisy to operate, but also prone to jamming; it should have been replaced long ago. "Of course, how can I help you?" "Please hold this guide lever, and when I load a new report from the bottom of the printer, guide it under the lever." I stood beside the printer, watching Jessica squat down to load her report. Suddenly, I realized I was staring directly into the low neckline of her dress. I'm not a voyeur, but with such a great opportunity, I naturally wouldn't hesitate to feast my eyes. Before me were her perfectly rounded breasts. Amidst the whiteness, only two pink spots were visible. I suddenly realized: she wasn't wearing anything underneath her clothes! From where I was standing, I could see two full, round breasts, swaying gently with the movement of her arms. Those slightly trembling nipples completely captivated my attention. I felt a slight warmth in my palms, wondering what it would feel like to slip my hand between those breasts. Just then, Jessica finished loading the report, looked up, and asked me to straighten it. I quickly turned my head away, pretending not to notice her body. Even so, I think she still noticed my sudden head movement out of the corner of her eye, and probably knew where I was looking. But she didn't say anything, just thanked me for my help. I returned to the control panel to continue my unfinished work. My thoughts and eyes, however, kept drifting back to Jessica.

Suddenly, the server room went dark—a power outage! Not only did the server room go dark, but the office areas outside were also dark; it seemed the entire building had lost power. A second later, the emergency lights came on, allowing me to see my surroundings again. I quickly left the server room and stood in the hallway, looking out the window. The other company buildings were also completely dark. The entire street was without power. "What happened?" Jessica appeared beside me at some point. "I guess the whole street is without power." "I'd better finish printing the reports quickly." "Yes." So we went back into the server room and sped up our work. Ten minutes later, I had already partitioned the file system. There was still no sign of power being restored, so I decided to shut down the mainframe. At the same time, Jessica finished printing and shut down the HP3000. "Damn it!" "What is it?" I asked. "No power! How am I supposed to fax?" I pondered for a moment, "Maybe we can bring the fax machine in and use the power here." "Great idea! Roger!" So I brought over the marketing department's fax machine, and Jessica bent down, leaning her entire upper body over the table, reaching out to grab the telephone line that was hanging behind the machine.

My gaze fell on her slightly upturned buttocks, and I noticed that the thin linen gauze not only failed to conceal the marks of her panties, but instead tautly revealed the curves of her hips. In the dim emergency light, her buttocks possessed a strange allure. I could hardly resist the urge to touch her. I felt a desire slowly rising within me, and looking down, I saw that my genitals were already aroused. To make matters worse, Jessica, who was pulling on the telephone cord, suddenly lost her balance and took two steps back, her buttocks pressing against my erection. "Oh! I'm sorry..." she turned to look at me, "...What is this?" My heart pounded. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to." As I spoke, I took a step back. Unexpectedly, she also took a step back, her buttocks still pressed tightly against my erection. Not only that, I could feel it gently swaying and rubbing against me. I felt my blood surging, and my already hardened part became even harder. "What were you looking at just now?" The pressure on her hips increased. There was no point in hiding it now. I reached out and grasped her waist, turning her around. "I've always had a fantasy about breasts." She didn't say anything, just leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss.

"Make love to me!" I sighed. Why are all the American girls I meet so eager? It's somewhat damaging to my usual proactive male role. But what could I say? I embraced her and began searching for her lips. I gently licked her upper lip with my tongue, and she parted her lips, welcoming me between her teeth. Her delicate tongue, like a snake, coiled around my tongue bud. We sucked, exploring the inner walls of each other's mouths.

A surge of heat rushed to my cheeks. My right hand slowly moved to her side, sliding under her armpit, my fingers encircling the circumference of her breasts, letting my palm weigh them, feeling them gradually harden. My left hand gently caressed the groove in her back, slowly sliding down her rounded buttocks. She hooked her arms around my neck, trembling silently. I opened my lips, sucking on her cherry lips, capturing the tip of her slightly protruding tongue. This time, I guided her tongue deep into my mouth, letting her sweet saliva moisten my burning lips. I lowered my right hand, exploring all the way down to her buttocks. With a slight exertion of both hands, a hot and shapely body pressed tightly against me. Pressed against my chest were her firm breasts; pressed against her lower abdomen was my erect penis.

I hugged her tightly, wanting only to share the warmth of her body. Her hands caressed my back muscles, gently massaging the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the tingling sensation spreading through my hairline. I slipped my hands between her bodies, the back of my hand gliding over her engorged and erect nipples, unbuttoning her top one by one. My hands quietly slipped inside her blouse, slowly pulling her dress up to her waist. A pair of round, white breasts swayed, the deep valley between them winding down to her flat, delicate abdomen. My hands gently cupped her breasts, palms covering her areolas, slowly kneading until they were fully engorged and erect.

Her hands fumbled for my zipper. I felt a warm hand encircle my penis, kneading it while pulling it free from the constraints of my clothing. That nimble hand! It rubbed, kneaded, and swayed it up and down, left and right, measuring the length of my penis, assessing the weight of my testicles. My desire had never been aroused like this before. Her lips left mine, tracing a path downwards. Her tongue left a wet, warm trail. My hands followed her down, still wantonly caressing her breasts until they moved beyond my reach. She completely removed my clothes, but remained squatting there, showing no intention of getting up. Could it be that she was going to…? I wondered. One hand kneaded my penis, the other manipulated my scrotum, and Jessica's tongue began to crawl up my thigh from the inside of my knee. As she approached my erect penis, she gripped the base tightly with both hands. I held my breath, almost afraid to breathe. She put it in her mouth.

A low growl escaped my throat involuntarily. No woman had ever been so willing to give me oral sex. Cindy, Karen, even that Mexican woman, Scia, all of them had to tease me enough before they would kiss my penis, and even then, it was always just a fleeting taste.

Not to mention girls in Taiwan, they would never even try. But this Jessica did it on the very first time… I couldn’t think any further, because she was holding the tip of my penis in her mouth, moistening my most sensitive groove with her saliva. She moved it up and down in her mouth, rubbing my entire length against the walls of her mouth with her tongue. One hand kneaded the base, while the other hand constantly played with my testicles. In addition to continuously stimulating my entire length, she would also occasionally lick the sensitive spot under the swollen, purplish-red head. I felt my life being drained away bit by bit by her, my attention fading, the only sensations I felt were her hot lips and the ever-increasing pleasure in my lower body. Passion rose from my most sensitive spot, pushing me wave after wave towards its peak with her rhythm.

I knew that at this rate, I wouldn't last long, and I had to find a way to stop it. But the stimulation of my physical senses made me unable to move. No, I didn't want to move; I just wanted this pleasure to continue indefinitely. Suddenly, she stopped sucking, but her tongue circled around my sensitive spot a few times. A spasm rushed to my head, and I quickly stopped her, pulling out hastily. Fortunately, I reacted in time; although a drop of white fluid shot into her mouth as I withdrew, it wasn't a complete failure. I pulled her up from the ground, carefully preventing her from touching my throbbing penis again.

If she had touched it for even a second longer, I would have definitely lost control on the spot. I pinned Jessica against the edge of the table. She looked at me, licking her lips, a half-smile on her face. I felt a surge of annoyance; this was incredibly humiliating. I kissed her fiercely. My hands seized her firm breasts, caressing them wantonly. Even amidst her saliva, I could still taste the fluids from my foreplay. I shifted my focus, gently nibbling her earlobe, my tongue lightly licking its edge. A soft moan escaped her lips, and goosebumps rose on her back. I then licked her earlobe with abandon, my hands still freely caressing her unguarded breasts. She made no move, only trembling in fits and starts to pant deeply.

My mouth moved downwards, across her neck, past her collarbone, and buried itself deep between her breasts. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. Watching her engorged, proudly erect pink nipples, I couldn't help but encircle them with my lips and tongue, nibbling at her proud buds. Jessica's arms wrapped around my head, pressing tightly against her chest. I completely unbuttoned her half-undone dress, letting it slide to the floor. Only her pantyhose and bikini bottoms remained between us. I slipped my hand between her legs, finding her completely soaked! I began to rub her most intimate parts through the pantyhose and underwear. Jessica let out soft moans. Her upper body arched forward, her hips responding to the movements of my fingers. I slid down further, simultaneously pulling down her pantyhose with both hands.

My tongue explored the soft skin of her inner thighs. The closer I got to her private parts, the more rapid her breathing became. When I finally reached my destination, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. I explored her secrets with my tongue through the soaked silk. Her thin silk panties were instantly pressed tightly against the curves of her skin by my tongue, sinking into the groove in the middle. She placed her hands behind my head, arched one leg, and wrapped it around my back, moaning softly as she tried to push my head down towards her genitals. I felt her desire, her need, her tension, her anticipation. I pulled back the small piece of silk, revealing light brown pubic hair and a slightly reddish line, and buried my lips deep in her pleasure. Her legs could no longer support her, and she slowly slumped down.

I grabbed her buttocks and laid her flat on the table, my lips still... Friday afternoon at six o'clock, I walked into the server room, everyone from MIS was gone. In fact, except for the night shift technicians, almost everyone in the company had left. Americans are like that; no matter what, once the weekend arrives, they eagerly head off to enjoy the holiday, leaving all trouble for Monday; no wonder Americans hate Mondays. Why am I still here? Because: 1. I'm a software engineer. 2. My manager wants me to also handle system administration. 3. I took two weeks off. 4. During those two weeks, my manager, to show he understood Unix, completely relocated all the file systems. 5. To quell public anger, he told me to "quietly" restore them. 6. He just gave me a 15% raise two months ago. So I had to clean up this mess.

This server room belongs to MIS; our department borrowed part of the space to set up the mainframes, mainly because it has an uninterruptible power supply (UPS). But even with that, it only lasts a few hours. Worse still, nobody knows exactly how many hours. I told MIS's manager, Tony, long ago to test it. He was irresponsible and didn't take it seriously. After hitting a wall twice, I told myself, "We'll see." I sat down, entered my password, and logged into my Superuser account.

A long-standing habit, the first thing I did was copy. No matter how much I messed things up, at least I could revert to the state before I started. In fact, this habit has helped me a lot. I estimated that copying the important parts would take about an hour, and out of sheer boredom, I connected to the MIS PC network to see what new things were available. Among a huge pile of files and spreadsheets, I suddenly spotted a .jsp directory, which was quite interesting.

Entering that directory, besides the numerous files, there was also a display program. I randomly picked a file and opened it with the display program: Good heavens! A slender, fully exposed body was lazily stretched out on the high-resolution screen. Make no mistake, it's not that I'm naive, it's just that it shouldn't be here. The company's HR department has repeatedly emphasized the issue of sexual harassment, and images like this are absolutely prohibited from appearing in the company. Thinking of

this, I initially wanted to immediately leave the program to avoid trouble; but then I thought, firstly, it wasn't a file I saved, so it had nothing to do with me; secondly, no one else would be in the computer room at this time; and thirdly, I was just too bored. So I set the program to slideshow mode, letting it automatically display one image after another. As I looked, I couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind me. "Roger, what are you doing?" A chill ran through me instantly. My previous romantic thoughts vanished, replaced by a flurry of ideas, from pay cuts to being fired… Composing myself, I turned to see Jessica from MIS! "I…I…just happened to be on your network…um…so…um…" She chuckled softly. "Don't be nervous, it's alright. Those are Tony's files." "Tony? How dare he…" "He's been secretly downloading these things from the internet; it's an open secret at MIS…" She glanced at me. "Roger, don't look at too much, or you won't be able to sleep tonight." I blushed instantly. I quickly exited the program. "Why haven't you left yet?" "The Japanese branch needs some reports, and Tony wants me to print them out and fax them over tonight. What about you?" "Oh, just some system administration stuff, you know what I mean." "Such trivial stuff?..." I felt incredibly embarrassed. These Americans! They don't know anything, but they're experts at teaching! "...I was just joking." An inevitable conclusion. "I know." "Okay, I need to hurry up and print the reports." She walked to the other end of the server room and started operating the HP 3000. Watching her leave, I forced myself to focus on the mainframe screen. I finished copying it just as I started re-framing the file system. After a long while, the heat on my face subsided slightly.

Only then did I dare to look at the other end. Jessica had already cleaned up the files and was ready to print. Jessica was the HP 3000 operator in MIS, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with shoulder-length brown hair. Although she wasn't as eye-catching as the bombshells in the accounting and marketing departments, everyone agreed she was very cute. Although I wasn't very familiar with her, we'd chatted a bit after frequenting the server room. Anyway, Americans value social responsibility, so chatting was always a good thing. She was actually quite lively; I wondered how she endured such a monotonous job as an operator. Jessica had a well-proportioned figure, probably a regular at the gym and beach. Perhaps influenced by the pictures I'd just seen, I started fantasizing about her body under her white linen dress. "Roger, can you do me a favor?" I exclaimed, startled. Coming to my senses, I realized the printer was jammed again. This old printer was an antique from the 80s, three times the size of our Sunshine printer. It was

not only incredibly noisy to operate but also frequently jammed; it should have been replaced long ago. "Of course, how do I help her?" "Please hold this guide rod. When I load a new report from the bottom of the printer, guide the report under the guide rod." I stood beside the printer, watching Jessica squat down to load her report. Suddenly, I realized I was looking directly into the low neckline of her dress. I'm not a voyeur, but with such a great opportunity, I naturally wouldn't hesitate to feast my eyes. What appeared before me were round breasts. Amidst the whiteness, only two pink points were visible. I suddenly realized: she wasn't wearing anything under her clothes! From where I was standing, I could see two full, round orbs, swaying gently with the movement of her arms. Those slightly trembling breasts completely attracted my attention. I felt a slight warmth in my palms, wondering what it would feel like to put my hand between those breasts. Just then, Jessica finished loading the report, looked up, and asked me to pull the report up properly. I quickly turned my head away, pretending not to notice her body. Even so, I think she still noticed my sudden head movement out of the corner of her eye, and probably knew where I was looking. But she didn't say anything, just thanked me for my help. I returned to the control panel and continued my unfinished work. My thoughts and eyes, however, kept drifting back to Jessica.

Suddenly, the server room went dark—a power outage! Not only the server room, but the office areas outside were also dark; it seemed the entire building was without power. A second later, the emergency lights came on, allowing me to see my surroundings again. I quickly went out of the server room and stood in the corridor, looking out the window. The other company buildings were also completely dark. The entire street was without power. "What happened?" Jessica appeared beside me at some point. "I guess the whole street is without power." "I'd better finish printing the reports quickly." "That's right." So we went back into the server room and sped up our work. Ten minutes later, I had partitioned the file system. There was still no sign of power being restored, so I decided to shut down the mainframe. Meanwhile, Jessica finished printing and turned off the HP3000. "Damn it!" "What is it?" I asked. "No power! How am I supposed to fax?" I pondered for a moment, "Maybe we can bring the fax machine in and use the power here." "Great idea! Roger!" So I brought over the marketing department's fax machine, and Jessica bent over, her entire upper body leaning on the table, reaching out to grab the telephone cord that was hanging behind the machine.

My gaze fell on her slightly upturned buttocks, and I noticed that the thin linen gauze not only failed to cover the marks of her underwear, but instead tautly revealed the curves of her buttocks. In the dim emergency light, her buttocks had a strange allure. I could hardly resist the urge to touch her. I felt a desire slowly rising, and looking down, I saw that my lower body was reacting. To make matters worse, Jessica, who was pulling the telephone cord, suddenly lost her balance, took two steps back, and her buttocks pressed against my bulge. "Oh! I'm sorry..." she turned to look at me, "...What is this?" My heart pounded. "I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to." As I spoke, I took a step back. Unexpectedly, she also took a step back, her buttocks still pressed tightly against my erection. Not only that, I could feel it gently swaying and rubbing against me. I felt my blood surging, and my already hard part became even harder. "What were you looking at just now?" The pressure from her buttocks increased. At this point, there was no point in hiding it. I reached out and grasped her waist, turning her around. "I've always had a fantasy about breasts." She didn't say anything, just leaned in and gave me a light kiss.

"Make love with me!" I sighed. Why are all the American girls I meet so eager? It's somewhat damaging to my usual proactive male role. But what could I say? I embraced her and began searching for her lips. I gently licked her upper lip with my tongue. She parted her lips, welcoming me between her teeth. Her delicate tongue, like a snake, coiled around my tongue bud. We sucked and explored the inner walls of our mouths.

A surge of heat rushed to my cheeks. My right hand slowly moved to her side, sliding under her armpit, my fingers encircling the circumference of her breasts, my palm weighing them, feeling them gradually harden. My left hand gently caressed the groove in her back, slowly sliding down her rounded buttocks. She hooked her arms around my neck, trembling silently. I opened my lips, sucking on her cherry lips, capturing the tip of her slightly protruding tongue. This time, I drew her tongue deep into my mouth, letting her sweet saliva moisten my burning lips. I lowered my right hand, exploring all the way down to her buttocks. With a slight pull of my hands, a hot and shapely body pressed tightly against me. Pressed against my chest were her firm breasts; pressed tightly against her lower abdomen was my erect penis.

I hugged her tightly, wanting only to share the warmth of her body. Her hands caressed my back muscles, gently massaging the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the tingling sensation spreading through my hair. I slipped my hands between her bodies, the back of my hand sliding over her engorged, erect nipples, unbuttoning her top one by one. My hands quietly slipped inside her blouse, slowly pulling her dress up to her waist. A pair of round, white breasts swayed, the deep valley between them winding down to her flat, delicate abdomen. My hands gently grasped her breasts, palms covering her areolas, slowly kneading until they were fully engorged and erect.

Her hand fumbled to unzip my pants. I felt a warm hand encircle my penis, kneading it as she pulled it free from the constraints of my clothing. That nimble hand! It rubbed, kneaded, and swayed it up and down, left and right, measuring the length of my penis and assessing the weight of my testicles. My desire had never been aroused like this before. Her lips left mine, tracing a path downwards. Her tongue left a wet, warm trail. My hands followed her down, still wantonly caressing her breasts until they moved beyond my reach. She completely removed my clothes, but remained squatting there, showing no intention of getting up. Could it be that she was going to…? I wondered. One hand kneaded my penis, the other manipulated my scrotum, and Jessica's tongue began to climb up my thigh from the inside of my knee. As she approached my erect penis, she gripped the base of it tightly with both hands. I held my breath, almost afraid to breathe. She put it in her mouth.

A low growl involuntarily escaped my throat. Never before had a woman been so willing to perform oral sex on me. Cindy, Karen, even that Mexican woman, Scia, all required me to tease them enough before they would kiss my penis, and even then, it was always just a fleeting touch.

Girls in Taiwan, needless to say, would never even try. But this Jessica, on the very first time… I couldn't think any further, because she was holding my tip in her mouth, her saliva soaking my most sensitive groove. She moved me up and down in her mouth, rubbing my entire length against the walls of her mouth with her tongue. One hand kneaded my base, while the other constantly played with my testicles. Besides continuously stimulating my entire length, she also occasionally licked the sensitive spot beneath the swollen, purplish-red head. I felt my life being drained away bit by bit by her, my attention gradually blurring, the only feeling I had was her hot lips and the ever-increasing pleasure in my lower body. Passion rose from my most sensitive spot, pushing me wave after wave towards its peak with her rhythm.

I knew that at this rate, I wouldn't last long, and I had to find a way to stop. But the stimulation of my physical senses made me unable to move. No, I didn't want to move; I just wanted this pleasure to continue indefinitely. Suddenly, she stopped sucking, but her tongue circled around my sensitive spot a few times. A spasm rushed to my head, and I quickly stopped her, pulling out hastily. Fortunately, I reacted in time; although a drop of white fluid shot into her mouth as I withdrew, it wasn't a complete failure. I pulled her up from the ground, carefully preventing her from touching my throbbing penis again.

If she had touched it for even a second longer, I would have definitely lost control. I pinned Jessica against the edge of the table. She looked at me, licking her lips, a half-smile on her face. I felt a little annoyed; this was too embarrassing. I kissed her fiercely. My hands grasped her firm breasts, caressing them wantonly. Even amidst her saliva, I could still taste the fluids from my foreplay. I shifted my focus, gently nibbling her earlobe, my tongue lightly licking its edge. A moan escaped her lips, and goosebumps rose on her back. I then licked her earlobe with abandon, my hands still freely caressing her unguarded breasts. She made no move, only trembling in waves, and letting out occasional deep breaths.

My mouth moved downwards, across her neck, past her collarbone, and buried itself deeply between her breasts. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. Watching her engorged, proudly erect pink nipples, I couldn't help but encircle them with my lips and tongue, nibbling at her proud buds. Jessica's arms wrapped around my head, pressing tightly against her chest. I completely unbuttoned her half-undone dress, letting it slip to the floor. All that separated us was her pantyhose and bikini bottoms. I slipped my hand between her legs and found she was completely soaked! I began to rub her most intimate parts through the pantyhose and underwear. Jessica let out soft moans. Her upper body arched forward, and her hips responded to the movements of my fingers. I slid down further, simultaneously pulling down her pantyhose with both hands.

My tongue explored the soft skin of her inner thighs. The closer I got to her private parts, the more rapid her breathing became. When I finally reached my destination, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. I explored her secrets with my tongue through the soaked silk. Her thin silk panties were instantly clung tightly to the curves of her panties by my tongue, sinking into the groove in the middle. She placed her hands behind my head, arched one leg, wrapped it around my back, and moaned softly, trying to push my head down towards her genitals. I could feel her desire, her need, her tension, her anticipation. I pulled back the small piece of silk, revealing light brown hair and a faint red line, and buried my lips deep in her pleasure. Her legs could no longer support her, and she slowly slumped down.

I grabbed her buttocks and laid her flat on the table, my lips and tongue still relentlessly exploring her soft crevice. She hooked her legs tightly around me, responding to the rhythm of my tongue with the dance of her hips and low, nasal sounds. She was completely limp on the table. Suddenly, she stopped the movement of my lips, pulled me up, and pressed me down on top of her. I could only feel her trembling fingers eagerly searching for my genitals. "Fuck me," she said, her voice almost silent. Before I could react, I found my penis already deeply inserted into her furnace-like body. The feeling was almost indescribable, like a jolt of electricity flashing through my body. My previously half-erect penis instantly became fully erect. She cried out, writhing her hips, inviting me to more direct stimulation.

I slowly advanced, then slowly withdrew, feeling her muscles stretch and then recover one by one as I thrust in. Her eyes were closed, savoring the almost tearing pleasure and the stimulation of her clitoris when I penetrated to the deepest point. Her chest began to heave violently as she gasped for breath. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, pounding into her clitoris again and again. The force of the impact transmitted to her upper body, and her flushed breasts bounced back and forth rhythmically. I lowered my head, opened my mouth wide, and tried to capture her bouncing breasts. Once, twice, I finally seized her swollen, pink nipples. Instantly, she could no longer restrain herself, her legs encircling my waist, loudly calling out for more pleasure.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!... Fuck me!... Oh!... Fuck me!... Fuck me hard!..." I increased the speed of my thrusts, knowing I couldn't hold on much longer. I wanted to slow down, but Jessica's pleas and moans wouldn't let me. I thrust into her again and again.

She arched her back, raising her hips to meet my thrusts. I grabbed her legs, hoisted them onto my shoulders, and ravaged her body in waves at an almost vertical angle. I increased the speed of my thrusts to the extreme, sweat dripping from my forehead, gathering on my chin, and splashing onto her glistening chest.

Jessica was in a semi-frenzied state, her head shaking violently from side to side, her hands pounding the table. "Oh!...Oh!...Yes!...Yes!..." I knew I had reached my limit, and I would completely lose control at any moment. I used the last bit of strength in my exhausted muscles, roughly caressing her clitoris while delivering the final, heavy blows.

"Oh!...Oh!...I want it..." Suddenly, she stopped moving, fell silent, and trembled uncontrollably. Deep inside her, a ring of muscles tightened around me, spasming violently. A surge of pleasure rose from my base, my legs convulsed, and I could no longer hold back. With several low growls, I deeply ejaculated streams of white fluid into her continuously convulsing body.

She sobbed softly. From past experience, I knew my girth was comparable to that of American men, perhaps even harder. Even if my length was an inch or two shorter, as long as the atmosphere was built up, those white girls would submit just as easily. I just hadn't expected Jessica's reaction to be so intense. I should have gone for her from the start. I didn't move, just let her legs slide off my shoulders.

My penis, though gradually diminishing, remained inside her. Not for any particular reason, just because I still wanted to enjoy her extremely tight vagina. After a while, she finally opened her eyes and smiled faintly at me. "You're quite something! I thought Easterners weren't..." I held up a finger to stop her from continuing. Then I pressed my head between her breasts, wanting only to quietly cherish her... "Roger! Wake up! Roger! You can't sleep here!" I woke up with a start, moving away a little embarrassedly.

I picked up the clothes from the floor and handed them to Jessica. We dressed in silence. I helped Jessica send out the fax, packed our things, said goodnight, and left the company separately. Although we tried our best to act like nothing had happened, we both knew that after tonight, our relationship would be different. As for how far it would develop? I didn't know.

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I slept with an American girl in the company server room, so exciting!

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