My reserved but sexy female colleague in Shanghai

The next day, we went to work together. Actually, there wasn't much to do; we just sat there playing on the computer. But she was still very busy and had to go out to visit clients early in the morning. Before leaving, she secretly told me to eat lunch downstairs by myself and wait for her when I got off work.
Around 10:30, Xiao Song called.
"What? You haven't flown yet? Wasn't it supposed to be an early morning flight?"
"Oh, it was changed to 3 pm at the last minute. I still have some things to take care of here, and I have to rush back to the head office this afternoon." "Oh, I also have to go to the police station with my husband at 3:30 pm to handle some procedures. Then let's meet again. I miss you so much, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to see you again in this lifetime." "I've already checked out of the hotel!" "Then come to my place. Anyway, my husband and I are meeting at the police station this afternoon, so no one will be home." "Where do you live? Is it far?" "You can take the subway Line 1 from the stadium station downstairs from the company to Hanzhong Road station, it'll be quick." So, I took the subway from downstairs from the company at 11:30 am as agreed. As soon as I got off the subway, I saw her. She was wearing a beige dress, still wearing those gold sandals, brown sunglasses with large white frames, and carrying a sky-blue parasol, looking like a modern woman. Then we took a taxi together and quickly arrived at her home.
The house was stylishly decorated. Because it was so hot, she rushed to take a shower as soon as she entered. She took off her dress in front of me and tossed it onto the sofa, revealing a beige thong—it looked like she wasn't wearing anything at all unless you looked closely—and a white bra with transparent straps.
I immediately got hard again. As she walked past me, I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. Her body was so exciting to hold and touch. She quickly pushed me away, telling me to get something to eat from the fridge while she showered.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Angel. I told her I was downstairs eating.
I had no appetite. I stripped naked and followed her into the bathroom. She was already naked in the shower. Seeing me come in naked too, she shyly opened her arms, and we embraced. Water streamed over our bodies, making her skin even smoother. My hands roamed over her entire body, and her breasts slid against my chest.
My tongue was her delicious meal. Slowly, she lowered her body to kiss my nipples, her powerful tongue constantly teasing them, making my penis as hard as an iron rod with excitement. Soon, her tongue moved to my penis. She didn't rush to swallow it, but gently kissed and teased every part of my penis with her lips and tongue. After repeating this several times, she gently grasped my penis with her right hand and began to suck my testicles.
I leaned against the bathroom wall, water constantly pouring over us. She took one of my testicles into her mouth and slowly caressed it with her tongue. After finishing one, she moved to the other. I suddenly opened my eyes and found her still looking at me seductively. Oh
my god, I excitedly grabbed at the wall with both hands, licking from my testicles all the way to the glans with my tongue, and then suddenly took my entire penis into her mouth. I cried out from this. She held my thighs with both hands, her head bobbing up and down, my penis thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Soon she became excited too. The hand that had been gripping my thigh started caressing her breasts. She had me lie flat on the bathroom floor, turned off the shower, and we started 69 again. My entire gaze was filled with her plump buttocks.
Her vulva was very clean from the water. I held her buttocks tightly with both arms, first teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She became even more excited, using her mouth to play with my large penis. Every now and then, my tongue would wander between her labia, occasionally sucking on one of her labia with a squelching sound.
She kept moaning with my penis in her mouth, twisting her buttocks. Soon, her vaginal fluid flowed out, slightly salty but very delicious. I slowly and forcefully spread her labia with both hands, opening her vagina as wide as possible. I inserted my stiff tongue into her vagina; it was so hot and slippery inside.
She screamed as I made her, losing all interest in sucking my large penis. She gripped my body with both hands, gradually sitting up, her entire buttocks pressing against my face, her vagina directly opposite my mouth, as if trying to swallow my tongue whole. Thankfully, I could breathe a little air through her buttocks, otherwise she would have suffocated.
She pressed my face down with her buttocks, twisting her body incessantly. My tongue struggled to penetrate, trembling incessantly. Her hands gripped her breasts tightly, her eyes closed, head thrown back, screaming, feeling, twisting. Soon, I felt rapid spasms inside her.
Her screams were heart-wrenching; I knew she had orgasmed. A warm liquid flowed down her tongue into my deepest part.
After the throbbing stopped, she screamed and collapsed on top of me, motionless. I pushed her off, and she lay on the ground like a rag doll. I picked up her buttocks and began thrusting wildly. She covered her head with her hands, crawling on the ground, screaming in rhythm with me. Finally, we both orgasmed simultaneously and I ejaculated inside her.
I lay on top of her, too tired to move. I turned on the shower, and the cool water poured over us. We just lay there on the bathroom floor, resting.
I don't know how much time passed, but we got a little cold from the water.
We got up and washed each other, tidied our clothes, and found something to eat in the refrigerator. We realized it was almost 2 PM. Neither of us dared to delay any longer; she needed to meet her husband to handle some paperwork, and I had to hurry back to the company, afraid Angel would find out.
She walked me to the subway station, and we hugged one last time. This might be our last hug. We both cried. I saw her off to the taxi first. As the car slowly drove away, she sat in the back seat, turning her head to look at me, tears streaming down her face. My tears and snot were also flowing.
The car disappeared.
For a long time, I didn't move an inch.
At 2:30 PM, I returned to the company and first asked if Angel had come back. Thankfully, she was still busy outside.
Then I called my girlfriend from the company phone, describing the seriousness of the work situation. She told me to be careful, eat well, and hung up quickly.
Around 5:30, Angel returned to the company. She only glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, pretending to be busy negotiating with colleagues, occasionally greeting me politely.
Soon it was time to leave work. I was packing my things when she walked past me and quietly told me to wait for her downstairs. I felt like we were undercover agents from back in the day.
How interesting.
I went downstairs first, waiting for her while thinking. Her current position is very special—a colleague and a good friend. My secret is in her hands, posing a great threat to me. Moreover, my using my position for personal gain is also leverage. I'm completely passive now. Since she cried and was heartbroken for me, and even brought me home and cooked for me, it means she likes me. I must take advantage of her feelings and develop a romantic relationship with her to escape this passive situation.
Just then, she walked past me, and I hurried after her.
"I said I'd treat you to dinner, what do you like to eat? I'll treat you tonight." "Okay, I like hot pot." "Huh? Hot pot on such a hot day?" "Never mind if you don't want to treat me." "
Please, please, please, let's have a 'hot and cold' experience, hot pot and ice-cold beer." So we went to a hot pot restaurant, ordered a half-and-half hot pot base, and a bunch of other dishes. Then I asked the waiter to bring two bottles of beer first, and she actually said to bring half a dozen right away! Wow, she's a saleswoman with an incredible alcohol tolerance. I was thinking of getting her drunk today, but it looks like I'm the one who'll be the one getting drunk.
So we ate and drank, and soon we finished six bottles, but she showed no reaction. I was getting really anxious.
Suddenly, I realized that people get drunk easily when they're emotionally agitated, so I started asking her about her husband. At first, she avoided talking about him, so I pretended to be angry and accused her of not treating me as a friend. Gradually, she started talking about her grievances with her husband, getting angrier and angrier, and
started drinking heavily without me having to persuade her. Later, she talked about her daughter, how smart and obedient she was, but she only saw her a few times a year, and she started to feel sad again, continuing to drink heavily. Before she knew
it, she had drunk half a dozen bottles. Although I wasn't drunk, I was holding on by myself, constantly going to the bathroom. After about ten bottles, I was sure that even if she wasn't drunk, she was pretty much.
I pretended to stagger and paid the bill, then we got into a taxi and went home together.
When we got home, we both staggered a bit and sat on the sofa. Her head involuntarily fell onto my shoulder, and I gently put my right arm around her; she didn't resist.
"Angel, are you drunk?"
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy."
"Will you be sad when I leave Shanghai in a few days? Will you miss me?" "I don't want you to go." (She nestled even closer to me.) "Do you really like me?" (He stroked her shoulder as he spoke.) "Yes, I've always regretted not meeting you sooner, and I'm also regretful that you already have a girlfriend. I've always been insecure because I'm married and have had a child. I've always been afraid that you'd dislike me, hate me." "I think you're very gentle, considerate, and caring. I think whoever marries you will be very happy." "But I'm not happy at all. Since I met you, my life has suddenly given me hope again, but I know you have a girlfriend, and even if you don't, you could never like a married woman like me. I've even thought about getting a divorce, but I think I still have a child, she's innocent, and besides, I know you could never accept a woman like me, sob sob sob." (I held her tightly in my arms, and she nestled in my embrace.) (Crying freely) "Angel, I've never looked down on you. On the contrary, I admire you. You can face so many disappointments and live optimistically and actively. I really like you. I often think how wonderful it would have been if we had met first. But reality is cruel, and the child is even more innocent. We can only give up our feelings." "I don't want to lose you. You've become my motivation in life. Although I can't have you and I don't want to hurt you, I'm willing to try for you. Can you love me properly just once, even just once? I would be satisfied. Waaah." I was moved to tears by her words. I never expected her to be so emotional towards me. At the same time, I also felt sorry for this woman who was neglected by love. I couldn't refuse her. A passionate embrace and kiss began. We rolled around on the living room floor. She just held my neck tightly and didn't dare to touch me.
My hands, oblivious to everything else, caressed her body, slowly pulling off her top to reveal her sexy bra. I kissed her, and she moaned softly. I tried to undo her bra, but she stopped me. I continued kissing her breasts exposed outside the bra, slowly biting down on it to expose her nipples, then taking one into my mouth.
To be honest, her breasts were large and very firm, but her nipples were large and soft, probably from being sucked by children, lacking texture. But afraid she'd suspect I was disgusted, I sucked on her nipples relentlessly, teasing them with my tongue. She moaned continuously and began to writhe. At this point, I easily removed her bra, and I kissed her breasts even more passionately.
Her hands began to caress my head.
Her legs remained tightly clamped together. I desperately tried to pry them apart with my right leg, but she just clamped my right leg even tighter. I kissed her breasts, my left hand tightly around her slender waist, and my right hand groping her buttocks. She writhed all over. My right leg began rhythmically thrusting against her vulva, and the more I thrust, the tighter she clamped.
I used my right hand to unbutton and unzip her pants, slowly reaching for her vulva. But because she was clamped so tightly, I couldn't reach her vulva at all; I could only feel her pubic hair. I rolled over and pressed heavily on top of her, forcefully spreading her legs apart to more than 90 degrees.
Then I touched her vulva with my right hand. She cried out and tried to push me away, but I held her down firmly. My God, it was hot and wet. I kept massaging her clitoris with my middle finger, and she began to moan continuously, her buttocks swaying incessantly.
Her legs gradually relaxed and naturally opened. Suddenly, I thrust my middle finger into her vagina. She gasped, as if relieved by a long drought. It was probably because it had been a while since we'd done it; it was indeed very tight inside, very wet. I quickly moved my middle finger in and out, and she moaned softly with each movement.
Suddenly, I pulled my hand out and quickly ripped off her outer and inner pants. She didn't react; she continued to revel in her pleasure.
I stripped myself off as fast as I could and pounced on her like a hungry tiger. I didn't rush in; instead, I held her waist tightly, kissing her breasts passionately, my large penis rubbing against her clitoris. Her legs clamped tightly together again, making it impossible for me to aim my penis at her vaginal opening. My hands frantically caressed her waist, buttocks, and back.
I slowly opened her legs again, this time much easier. I aimed at her vagina and thrust in hard, all the way in—hot and tight.
"Ah! Hmm... No, no, no!"
She twisted her hips with all her might, trying to break free, and her hands violently struck my back. But I was prepared; I held her waist tightly with both hands, and my legs pressed firmly against hers. My large penis remained inside her vagina, and after struggling for a while, she gave up.
I started to thrust my large penis rhythmically. I guess it had been a long time since I'd done it; it was really tight and hot inside. She moaned with each thrust, and her hands began to caress my back. My movements became more and more intense, and her moans grew louder and louder.
At this moment, I pressed my hands against her wide-spread legs, knelt in front of her vulva, and thrust rapidly. She grabbed her breasts with her hands, her brows furrowed, and groaned.
At this point, I could clearly see a 10-centimeter scar on her pubic hair, which I guessed was the mark left from her C-section. No wonder her vagina was so tight. I thrust harder into her, and her whole body swayed up and down as I thrust. We had just done it at noon, and she was really struggling to keep up. I suddenly pulled out and lay flat on the ground, panting. This made her anxious. She immediately rolled over and straddled me, grabbed my big penis with her hand, quickly aimed it at her vagina, and with a hard thrust of her hips, it went all the way in with a thud.
She straddled me, her hips swaying wildly, her vagina gripping my large penis. I let her do as she pleased; she was incredibly strong, and her vagina was clearly squeezing my penis with great force. Just as I was enjoying myself, she pulled out my penis, leaned to the side, and raised her buttocks, inviting me to penetrate her from behind. She was quite proactive. I did as she asked, gripping her waist tightly with both hands and forcefully thrusting into her vagina from behind. A man must be able to withstand the force; I thrust into her buttocks with all my might, each impact making a loud thud, each thrust reaching the very bottom. She was being fucked to the point of ecstasy.
I controlled her body, making her lie on her side. I lifted her left leg onto my shoulder and began to thrust sideways, so my left hand could continuously caress her breasts, and my right hand could massage her anus. She screamed from the stimulation, and soon I could feel her beginning to climax.
Seeing her climax, I thrust a few dozen more times and ejaculated, then lay flat on the floor to rest.
She slowly climbed into my arms and said seductively, "I'm yours now." She then gently stroked my large penis and said, "My cute little thing." I contentedly stroked her hair in return.
Just like that, I conquered her.

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