Beautiful female anchor

As the music for the final news broadcast began, everyone in the studio finally breathed a sigh of relief. I turned off Camera 1, and the director in the control room upstairs shouted that he wanted to treat everyone to a late-night snack. "Zongyi, do you want to come along?" the director asked through the microphone.
Zongyi, still sitting at the anchor desk, was organizing the news script in her hand. She looked up at the control room, waved her hand to indicate that she was not going, while the others packed their bags in twos and threes and prepared to leave.
Zongyi is filling in for Jingyu today, which is why the broadcast is so late. I also happen to be on duty and have to tidy up the equipment in the studio, so it looks like I won't be able to leave until later.
I was squatting down, tidying up the lights, when suddenly all my colleagues had left, leaving only Zongyi still sitting in the anchor's seat. I usually look at Zongyi through my camera window, capturing her most beautiful angles and expressions. Occasionally, I chat with her before the hourly news broadcast, or help Zongyi with her makeup when the makeup artist is busy, or pour her a cup of tea. She always smiles and thanks me.
I never deny having a slight crush on this popular, beautiful young anchorwoman, but it only ever happens when I get home and lie in bed. It's normal for men to have these kinds of sexual fantasies, like imagining Zongyi as my bride, and her bleeding during our first time together. I always restrain myself from thinking about these things at work, lest I reveal my secret.
Zongyi was wearing a peach-pink suit today, her makeup lighter than usual, but her eyes were still bright and expressive. Her short hair, styled with hairspray, was still chic and stylish. As she stood up, her long, beautiful legs couldn't be hidden by her stockings, not to mention her rounded hips taut in her mini-skirt. I quickly looked away because Zongyi was walking towards me.
"Brother Yang." Zongyi always called me that, so I had no choice but to look up at her.
Her watery eyes were red, and I knew she was crying.
"What's wrong, Zongyi?" A pang of heartache swept through my chest. Zongyi shook her head and suddenly started to hug me and sob. I was at a loss and was startled by her sudden action. I didn't even know where to put my hands. In the end, I could only gently hold her waist and let her have a good cry first.
Zongyi was already crying her eyes out, muttering between sobs, "Why doesn't he want me? Why?" Just over ten minutes ago, Zongyi was bright and confident on the news anchor's desk, but now she was crying and repeating the same question, as if she were a completely different person.
I asked Zongyi to sit down first, wiped away her tears. Her blue eyeshadow was already blurred, so I took out a handkerchief to wipe it for her, just like usual, and waited for her to tell me her story. Unexpectedly, Zongyi told me everything without reservation, as if she were a trusted old friend.
It turns out that Tsung-Yi had a very close boyfriend since college. Last year, he went abroad to study and only returned to Taiwan occasionally during winter and summer vacations. Tsung-Yi had just started working as a news anchor and was very busy, so they had very little time to spend together. When they did meet, it was just to meet at a hotel for sex. After Tsung-Yi became a public figure, she had too many suitors. A few days ago, one of them called her and said he didn't want to wait any longer and had to return to the United States the day after tomorrow. He hoped that Tsung-Yi would take good care of herself.
Zongyi had calmed down considerably by this point, and her chest was no longer heaving as violently as it had before due to her excitement.
It turned out that Zongyi was no longer a virgin, which disappointed me a little, but I still comforted her: "Zongyi, you're so popular now, do your best on the anchor desk. I'll adjust the camera and lighting for you, you'll be the best!"
Zongyi nodded, wiped away the remaining tears, and finally smiled.
Looking at the clock on the wall, which was usually used for countdowns, Zongyi suddenly got excited: "Brother Yang, do you have any wine? Let's drown our sorrows."
Zongyi seemed to have come to terms with things. I remembered that there was still half a bottle of rosé wine left in the refrigerator in the next lounge, so I went to get it and also found two small wine glasses. The two of us used the anchor desk as a table and slowly enjoyed the liberation after our worries.
Zongyi downed her first two cups in one gulp. Drinking too quickly makes one drunk easily, and her cheeks flushed instantly. I dimmed the lights, and Zongyi looked even more captivating in the dim light—she was the lover of my dreams! My heart was in turmoil. If I had the chance to win Zongyi's heart in this lifetime, this would probably be my only chance. But I told myself: I can't. How could I take advantage of Zongyi in her vulnerable state?
Zongyi drank her fourth cup, and with a thud, she collapsed into my arms. From above, her neckline was completely exposed; her flawless cleavage resembled a mountain stream in a deep valley. A pale yellow strapless bra encased her graceful peaks, and a delicate fragrance wafted out, captivating me. I instantly became aroused. But I still tried to wake her: "Zongyi, wake up, you can't sleep here."
Zongyi suddenly hugged me tightly, and I could smell the alluring scent of her hair. "Brother Yang, you like me, don't you?" I felt as if she could see right through me, and I didn't know how to answer. Zongyi's slightly flushed face was like a rainbow: "Twice when I was changing my pantyhose, I saw you peeking at me through the crack in the door, and also..." She looked into my eyes: "You only keep my picture in your wallet. I know you're the best to me."
I slowly hugged Zongyi, thinking: How did this little girl know what I put in my wallet?
Zongyi bent down, took off her white high heels, placed them under the anchor desk, then came over, took my hand, and softly asked with her tender red lips, "Do you want... to sleep with me?"
The air seemed to freeze. Zongyi and I remained silent. In this vast studio, the anchor desk was like a stage for passion to ignite, and the anchor was the perfect leading lady. Half-awake and half-drunk, I removed Zongyi's diamond earrings, pushed her down onto the anchor desk, and reached down to remove her stockings from her smooth thighs, down her calves, and then into her tight skirt, preparing to explore the cavern within her high-end lace panties.
Zongyi, feeling embarrassed, grabbed my disobedient hand, reached into her pants, and pulled out a small sanitary pad: "Your period is coming soon, so today is a safe period, don't worry."
Zongyi's confession made me even more excited. I took off my own clothes and then helped Zongyi take off her neat suit piece by piece, leaving only her pale yellow bra and silk panties. My penis was already raging and erect, swaying below.
Zongyi then sat up and said to me, "May I?" She then grasped my weapon, bent down, and gently took it into her mouth with her two red lips, beginning to suckle.
I held Zongyi's head and repeatedly thrust in and out of her little mouth. "Mmm, Zongyi, I never thought you would..." The beautiful female anchor I had been dreaming of was actually using her fragrant lips to swallow and spit out my penis, licking the most sensitive vein under my glans.
After a long pause, Zongyi finally stopped: "I only do this to people who are genuinely good to me. This is the first time."
I could no longer suppress my longing for Zongyi. This time, I had her sit on the edge of the anchor desk, unhooked her strapless bra, and her small but full breasts bounced out slightly. "Ah! Your breasts are so delicate!" Zongyi blushed and let me gently bite her big, bright red nipple, suck on it, and gently stir her pale pink areola with my tongue.
"Ah! Yes..." Zongyi murmured softly as I gently touched her. I slowly pulled down her panties, parted her knees, and revealed a dense patch of inverted triangle pubic hair covering that small area, her moist vulva opening wide. I straightened up, supported my erect penis, and rubbed the already secreted glans against Zongyi's clitoris. Zongyi used her left hand to support her upper body for balance, while her right hand guided my penis into her body.
"Brother Yang, I like you."
"Zongyi, my love." I held Zongyi's slender waist, parted her labia with the head of my penis, and thrust my hips forward, my entire penis instantly entering the beautiful anchorwoman's vagina.
Zongyi hummed softly, raising her erect vulva to receive my penetration with ample lubrication. I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her passionately, thrusting harder and harder with each stroke.
Zongyi squeezed her legs together, lifting them slightly upwards—truly a pair of perfect jade legs! Is this the girl who brought me to orgasm every night in my mind? Is this the capable, intelligent, and beautiful Zongyi sitting upright at the anchor desk? I finally fucked Zongyi, right there at the anchor desk. The camera was off; no one would know that Zongyi, who had just been broadcasting on camera, was undressing and having sex with me in the same spot half an hour later.
I kissed Zongyi's forehead, her small and cute nose, her unique ears, messed up her short hair, and then bit and kissed her beautiful pink neck that smelled of Oison perfume. "Oh...deeper..." Zongyi couldn't stand my forceful thrusting and finally collapsed on the anchor desk. I took the opportunity to mount her and changed the position to man on top, woman on bottom. I lowered my head and buried it in her deep cleavage, savoring her breast fragrance as her breasts rose and fell.
Zongyi, perhaps unable to withstand the stimulation, closed her eyes tightly and began to babble, "So hard, you're all the way in, all the way in... I'm coming... I'm coming, um... don't stop!" I thrust my hips forward with all my might, cupping her ample buttocks, and asked, "Compared to your ex-boyfriend, who fucked you better?"
Zongyi exclaimed, "Ah! Of course...of course it's you..."
I pretended not to hear clearly, deliberately slowed down the piston-like motion, and asked again beside her, "Speak louder, say it one word at a time."
Zongyi wrapped her arms around my shoulders and said in an almost inaudible voice, "I...like...you...fuck...me...like...this...you...fuck...me...better...than...him."
I knew that Zongyi hadn't given me the opportunity on a whim; it was just that neither of us said anything, and the passion that erupted was even more intense. I told Zongyi that I wanted to switch to a rear-entry position, and she sat up, letting me slide out of her warm, moist vagina, the threads of fluid from our genitals pulling at each other, then stopping as we changed positions.
Zongyi and I climbed onto the broadcasting table completely naked. She knelt with her back to me, her firm, taut buttocks slightly raised, revealing her glistening, pale pink vulva. I couldn't wait any longer and used my hand to part Zongyi's labia, thrusting into her again along the vaginal walls. Zongyi cried out, "I'm contracting... Ah! I can't take it... I'm... I'm coming..."
I threw my whole body onto Zongyi, grabbed her messy short hair, and held my breath as I thrust firmly into her genitals hundreds of times. My entire lower body felt as if it were being gripped by Zongyi's tight and elastic vagina, and the pleasure from the friction between the mucous membranes was so stimulating.
I couldn't hold back any longer. "Zongyi, you are the best!" I thrust hard, then thrust again. "Ah..." I felt warm liquid flowing into Zongyi's body from my lower abdomen. Before the momentum subsided, I pulled out my twitching penis and ejaculated the remaining white semen onto Zongyi's palm-sized face, hair, pink neck, and cute breasts. A thick stream of white fluid slid into Zongyi's cleavage.
We hugged tightly, and Zongyi shed tears again, but this time they were tears of satisfaction.
It was late at night. I helped Zongyi get dressed, and together we turned off the last light in the shed. Then I drove her home. She held my hand tightly, and I gently kissed her at a traffic light. She smiled, a radiant smile, as bright as the stars in the Taipei night sky. So adorable, so adorable.
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