Honey, I'm working overtime tonight.

"Honey, are you off work yet? I'm getting impatient waiting for you." My husband asked anxiously on the phone. He just got back from his business trip today, and we promised to have a wild time tonight. I replied somewhat helplessly, "I'm so sorry, a client urgently needs some data, so I have to work overtime and might be home late." "Oh, okay, then go ahead and get busy, I'll wait for you." My husband continued, a little dejected, "Honey, I brought you back a lot of sexy lingerie and stockings. You have to wear them for me when you get back." My face immediately turned red, and I whispered, "You're so naughty! Okay, I'll definitely wear them for you when I get back, and you can see as much as you want." After hanging up, I went to the dressing room. [The following is a separate, unrelated sentence:] "Such a little hole. You're so sexy, I'm going to fuck you good tonight." Actually, the company is holding a cocktail party tonight. Because the leaders from the head office in another city came to inspect the company a few days ago, the company is planning to hold a cocktail party. Firstly, it was to strengthen relationships with the company's leadership, and secondly, it was to pave the way for my own promotion. Therefore, all the managers and supervisors from various departments requested to stay and participate. I had no choice but to say I had to work overtime. I took off my shirt and tight-fitting skirt, then my bra, thong, and pantyhose, and pulled out a prepared evening gown. I didn't wear a bra, just a pair of black, crotchless pantyhose, and then put on the evening gown. I was a little nervous. Although I often attend parties and gatherings without a bra, I still felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement each time. Arriving at the hotel, I entered the party hall. Many people were already there: company and head office leaders, colleagues, and leaders from other companies that partnered with our company—it was quite lively. I took a glass of red wine and walked into the crowd. The deep V-neck halter evening gown revealed my deep cleavage, and without a bra, my breasts swayed up and down with my movements. The skirt had a high slit on one side, revealing a thigh covered in pantyhose all the way to the upper thigh when I moved or sat down. The men around me immediately noticed me, excitedly watching my every move and engaging me in intimate conversation. One of them, surnamed Qiao, was the most enthusiastic; he was a manager at head office, responsible for the daily arrangements of this inspection. He kept staring excitedly at my cleavage as he talked to me. At that moment, a middle-aged man walked over with a smile. Manager Qiao immediately introduced him to me with a beaming smile: "This is General Manager Wang from head office." General Manager Wang nodded, glancing at Manager Qiao. He immediately said tactfully, "Oh, General Manager Wang, you two chat, I have other things to do." He then walked away somewhat reluctantly. General Manager Wang and I sat on a sofa in a corner and started chatting. Because we were sitting, the deep V-neckline revealed even more of my cleavage, and the edges of my breasts were already visible, extending all the way to my hips. General Manager Wang stared at me excitedly as he chatted ramblingly. Then, the music started and the lights dimmed. Mr. Wang pulled me to the dance floor, and we began dancing with the others. At first, it was fine, but as the lights dimmed further, I felt Mr. Wang holding me tighter and tighter. My breasts were pressed against his chest, almost bursting out of my V-neck. Mr. Wang's hand touched my back, and he whispered, "Such a smooth back, you're so sexy, are you not wearing a bra?" My face immediately turned red. Seeing that I didn't answer, Mr. Wang knew he had guessed correctly, and his hand continued to move downwards, quickly reaching my buttocks. My buttocks, tightly wrapped in my skirt, were being touched by him, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. "Your buttocks are so bouncy, so smooth, you're definitely not wearing underwear, you're so sexy, I didn't expect to meet such a sexy young woman at the branch office," Mr. Wang whispered while touching my buttocks. I became even more shy and whispered, "No, don't touch me, someone will see, you're so naughty." Mr. Wang smiled and released me. But then he pulled me away from the lobby. I noticed that Manager Qiao was also watching me intently as Mr. Wang led me away. Mr. Wang led me to a secluded corner of a corridor where there was a restroom. He led me into the women's restroom, which wasn't large. We went into the innermost stall. Mr. Wang locked the small door of the stall, then suddenly hugged me and began to kiss me passionately. While kissing me, he used one hand to rub my breasts through my tank top, and the other hand to reach inside my slit and touch my thigh. I said nervously and excitedly, "Ah...no...Mr. Wang...don't...you can't...you're so bad..." Although I resisted verbally, my body completely submitted to Mr. Wang's manipulation, enjoying his kisses and caresses. Mr. Wang held my small hands tightly in one large hand, and wrapped his other arm around my soft, slender waist. He began to gently kiss my neck, sometimes lightly licking it with his tongue, sometimes gently blowing on my ear, teasing my desire with a sensual sensation. My struggles were futile; I wanted to resist, but my body was weak and limp, unable to muster any strength. My waist twisted, seemingly resisting, yet also seemingly yielding, and I murmured softly, "Ah... um... no... don't... Mr. Wang... quickly... let me go... ah... ah..." Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang released me. Although I was a little puzzled, I still naturally began to tidy my disheveled long hair. But suddenly, while I was tidying my flowing hair, Mr. Wang grabbed my neck, preventing my head from struggling. Before I could even groan, his lips pressed against mine, kissing my delicate mouth, and I let out a soft "Ah..." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wang's cunning tongue slipped into mine, eagerly sucking the nectar from my lips. Under Mr. Wang's continued licking and passionate kisses, I gradually gave in, letting out seductive moans between kisses: "Ah...ah...mmm..." while wrapping my fair arms around Mr. Wang's thick neck. Mr. Wang's forceful kiss gradually transformed into an intimate, intertwined kiss between us, our tongues chasing each other, our saliva mingling... A decadent atmosphere instantly filled the small partition! Seeing that I was beginning to cooperate, Mr. Wang was overjoyed and suddenly reached out his right hand to touch my high, firm breasts. In an instant, one of my alluring breasts was in Mr. Wang's large hand... My whole body went numb, and the soft gasps from my lips were quite urgent: "Ah...no...there...not there...don't touch there...there...ah...ah..." Mr. Wang wantonly kneaded my high, firm breasts. What an alluring young woman! Mr. Wang could feel the amazing elasticity of her tender breasts! His other hand wasn't to be outdone, sliding down to my full buttocks, squeezing and kneading, eliciting soft moans from my chest. Excitedly, Mr. Wang ripped off my tank top, his hands directly grasping my soft breasts. The moment my sensitive breasts were held in his warm hands, I cried out, "Ah..." Instantly, I felt my nipples harden and stand erect, pressing against Mr. Wang's palms, as if welcoming his caresses. A tingling sensation, like an electric shock, coursed through my body, reaching my private parts between my legs. My plump thighs, tightly bound by my dress, writhed and twisted incessantly. My struggles only fueled Mr. Wang's arousal. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my thighs, exposed by the slit and encased in pantyhose. My normally snow-white skin was now flushed and glistening. One hand slipped between my twisting thighs, forcefully advancing towards my most alluring center. Mr. Wang's large hand easily covered my private parts, his fingers sliding up and down, teasing my plump, protruding labia. The hot, wet touch aroused him greatly. "Ah... um... no... don't..." My moans fueled Mr. Wang's desire. While his right hand frantically kneaded my breasts, his left hand began to rub my labia tightly. "No... no... Mr. Wang... please... ah..." I gasped, my body struggling and twisting alluringly. Mr. Wang easily pushed me onto the toilet seat beside him, removing my evening gown. Amid my screams of "Ah... ah...", my two firm, white breasts bounced out, my nipples already engorged and erect, trembling shyly. My thighs, encased in black pantyhose, were even more alluring, my black pubic hair neatly displayed. Mr. Wang pressed heavily against my soft body, one hand kneading my breasts while his lips tightly engulfed the tip of my other tender nipple. My face flushed, I gasped for breath, and involuntarily wrapped my arms around Mr. Wang, arching my head against his chest. My long, slender legs wrapped around his strong waist, my body twisting and swaying uncontrollably, perhaps trying to break free… or perhaps wanting more tenderness… Mr. Wang's fingers skillfully caressed my wet, pink labia between my thighs, and with a sudden up-and-down motion, he thrust into my slippery, muddy entrance. With a long, soul-stirring moan, I let out a thick, long finger, which disappeared completely into the tight, warm depths of my vagina. My hands tightened around his head, which was still ravaging my chest, then opened weakly. Under the thrusting of Mr. Wang's fingers, my cherry lips gasped repeatedly, my legs kicked incessantly, and my lower body made a series of churning sounds. Mr. Wang, while ogling my naked body, quickly stripped off his own clothes. I opened my eyes slightly and was surprised to find that Mr. Wang, who was already a middle-aged man, still had a strong physique, with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and impressive arms and chest.His muscles were bulging, his pectoral muscles were well-developed, and a long, dark brown penis stood erect between his thick thighs, looking menacing and terrifying… I gasped weakly, “Ah…” The blush that had been fading suddenly returned to my face, both ashamed and afraid, I tightly closed my eyes, unable to look any longer. Mr. Wang pressed down on me, supporting my round, white buttocks, and aimed his erect penis at my already wet vulva. The hot, large glans trembled and quivered against the entrance of my tender opening, I felt as if ants were crawling inside, an emptiness and discomfort. “Please…no…don’t…” I stammered, unable to resist, my body limp. “Was that good? It’ll be even better next time…” Mr. Wang teased me with flirtatious words. But his actions stopped teasing, as he himself was also feeling the urge. His penis parted my thin lips, powerfully thrusting into the depths of my vagina along the slippery, wetness. "Ah...ouch...it hurts...ah..." A full yet painful sensation came over me, and I gasped from my delicate lips. My hands involuntarily tightened around Mr. Wang's strong waist, my thighs clamping down, trying to stop his thrusts. My face turned pale, and my whole body trembled. When his penis reached the very core of my vagina, Mr. Wang also let out a roar: "Ah..." It felt so good, like heaven. Mr. Wang felt as if his penis was tightly surrounded by something, hot, tight, warm, and slippery, the vaginal walls still slightly undulating, sucking on his glans, both numb and tingling. We've been married for several years, but her vagina is still very tight, and his penis feels so good inside. Mr. Wang muttered under his breath: "Damn it, your husband is so lucky, he's always..."

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