Memories of making love with a female colleague

At this moment, it's just me and my female colleague M in the office.

If we still had feelings for each other, she would be sitting on my lap, our tongues intertwined, refusing to separate. Of course, my hands would be inside her shirt, her bra already unhooked, pushed up over her ample breasts. Her arms would be around my neck, holding me tightly, frantically sucking my tongue.

"If the outcome of encounters between people could be predicted, then there wouldn't be so many confusing stories." That's what she said in a text message to me. Before entering the workforce, I knew not to have relationships with your colleagues. But when temptation was placed before me, I completely threw that prohibition to the back of my mind.

Now, listening to her typing on her keyboard, I wonder if she, like me, is reminiscing about our past, or if she has found someone new and is talking about love. Yes, while sleeping with me, I also knew about her two other lovers. Although I don't know if that's right, let's call them her lovers, or backup options? After all, she's still unmarried (whether she's still unmarried or divorced, nobody knows).

Knowing full well it was a deadly poison, I still wanted to drink it again. It was probably because of those breasts. I don't know if you readers are obsessed with breasts, but I am. Or maybe I haven't seen enough, but I always felt the feel of her breasts was unparalleled. I'm probably obsessed with the feeling of having possessed them before.

Let me recall the first time I spent the night in her room.

That day, I had just returned from a business trip. Because I hadn't been intimate with her for several days, I missed her terribly. So I teased her by saying I'd go to her place for dinner after work. Even after she got home from work, she still didn't agree. Just when I was about to give up, she said, "Come on over." That instantly made me hard. I jumped up and went downstairs to hail a taxi. When I got near her house, in the low-rise area, I couldn't find it, so she sent me a location sharing message.

My hands were trembling as I knocked on the door. When she opened the door, my heart was racing. She had already changed into her pajamas! After exchanging a few perfunctory pleasantries, I sat on the edge of her bed, stroking her thighs, and pushed her down onto the bed, ignoring the yogurt she was holding. Those soft lips, that nimble tongue... I wasn't myself anymore; I was a beast consumed by lust. She put the opened yogurt aside and began caressing the large breasts I'd been longing for. She was still wearing underwear. I lifted her nightgown and took off her bra, and her large breasts swayed so hard I felt dizzy. Her breathing was already out of sync. I took her nipple into my mouth, and her back arched upwards, as if she wanted to stuff her entire breast into my mouth. I, of course, cooperated, sucking her breast forcefully into my mouth. When I traced her nipple with my tongue, her body trembled. I rubbed and sucked for a long time. When I pulled down her panties,

she was already soaking wet. A touch of her clitoris sent a shiver down her spine. She was truly a very sensitive woman. As I eagerly thrust inside her, I stupidly asked, "Hey, do you have a condom?" She didn't answer. Last time in the hotel, I ejaculated inside her; I must admire myself for asking for a condom this time. At that moment, she was like an octopus, clinging tightly to me. If I lifted my body slightly, she would arch her back and press her huge breasts against my chest. I could feel the firmness and hardness of her nipples. Without changing positions, I ejaculated. She was panting heavily, her face and body flushed.

After resting for a while, we were entangled again. After kissing for a while, she rolled over and climbed on top of me, rubbing her vulva against my penis. It was already hard, and she was so wet down there. Without using her hands, she sucked my penis in, and she even said I did it on purpose. I could only play along and say that I did it on purpose. Watching her breasts bounce up and down, my hands tightly gripped those two bouncy white rabbits. Because I don't ejaculate quickly in the woman-on-top position, she lay down to the side after her initial trembling. I immediately climbed on top of her again and penetrated deep into her uterus.

After a quick clean-up, she needed to use the restroom. I put my clothes back on while she was out. When she returned, she said, "Are you leaving? Well, goodbye!" Hahaha, I hadn't had enough of our intimacy yet, how could I leave? After she washed her hands and got into bed, I pulled off her pajamas and we did it again. After that, I was so tired I fell asleep.

Because I had to go to work the next day, I left early in the morning. When I got to the office, she had washed her hair, and her colleagues said she looked much healthier. I was the one who was exhausted!

It's a pity, some people are destined not to last. Perhaps she got tired of it, and now I can only reminisce. In the future… who knows?

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