My Virgo colleague whom I fell in love with at first sight

This is a pain that will forever remain in my heart, a memory that will never fade.
Yan was very thin, only 1.6 meters tall and weighing just 40 kilograms. She didn't have a voluptuous figure, but she was so captivating. Her unusually large eyes and long eyelashes were like a violin plectrum; every blink seemed to pluck a string in my heart, leaving me feeling intoxicated.
She said, "I came back to see you. I haven't seen my parents for over a year, and I miss them terribly. I want to stay for the New Year." A faint expression on her face said, "Only the love of parents is truly genuine!" I knew she still resented me.
Facing Yan, I couldn't straighten my back at all. The needle-like heartache felt like my chest would burst if I straightened up.
The taxi suddenly stopped, and the old man stuck his head out, asking if I needed a ride. I shook my head irritably and walked away with my head down.
A pang of sadness welled up inside me. Yan was still so beautiful. Five years had passed, yet her face showed no signs of age. Slim people never seem to age. I asked, "Why are you still alone?"
Yan remained calm. "It's nothing," she replied, "no rush. My heart is dead. I'm doing just fine on my own." I knew I was the one who hurt her.
That year, I told her that even if we divorced, I would never marry her! Later, she told me that those words almost made her jump from the 12th floor of her apartment.
A motorcycle swerved gracefully past me, nearly hitting me, and then he yelled that I was asking for it!
I was completely bewildered. What was wrong with me?
That year, Yan came to the company for a job interview. She sat in front of me, wearing an apple green t-shirt and a knee-length skirt, with short hair that reached her ears. Her bangs didn't hide her extremely beautiful eyes. She had a serene appearance and a very thin figure, not my type. I prefer a fuller figure with curves. But Yan's eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen in my life! No celebrity's eyes had such a captivating quality!
Whether it was love at first sight, I don't know. I only know that from then on, Yan was a member of the company, and my gaze was uncontrollably drawn to another pair of eyes.
Sipping red wine, Yan's face flushed, making her exceptionally charming. But her eyes seemed unfathomable, enigmatic… I said softly, "Those eyes of yours have ruined so many lives; no one can resist them!"
Yan remained calm: "But I still can't escape the fate of being abandoned!"
I cursed myself for being a fool! To have stirred up her dead heart and painful memories! How foolish!
We sat together leisurely, cooked two dishes, had a bottle of French red wine, and drank soup as usual—our favorite kind.
That year, her father and family treated me to dinner, and we also drank this kind of soup; it tasted very much like Cantonese soup, very sweet and refreshing.
Mr. Yan said, "Our whole family is very grateful to you. Our daughter graduated from university but hasn't worked and is always dissatisfied with her jobs. But she fell in love with your company at first sight, and we often see her smiling sweetly." It was then that I learned Mr. Yan and I were the same age.
I said, "Yanzi is a very outstanding girl, and the company is very happy to have hired her. "
Previously, I never accepted invitations to banquets from subordinates or their relatives.
"Cheers!" A glass of French red wine, downed in one gulp, the faint blush on her face making Yan appear even more alluring!
I don't have a high alcohol tolerance; after one glass, my face was already as red as Guan Yu's.
That year, also with red wine, also a little tipsy, we actually embraced and kissed for the first time. Her lips were cool, just like my first kiss with my wife, cool and slightly trembling.
After working at the company for over six months, one evening after dinner, I received a message from Yan: "Want to go to karaoke?" My heart leaped with excitement, and I agreed. We had an internal QQ account on the company's intranet, and we often chatted in our free time, mostly about society, life, jokes, and the importance of traveling light. Every now and then, I'd sincerely compliment her: "Your eyes are the most elegant and captivating eyes I've ever seen!" Yan often joked that I was an old-fashioned scholar, lacking in romance and social skills, always staying home—would I dare go to karaoke? Of course, I said no problem.
This time, I actually went.
I hoped something would happen, yet I was also afraid something would happen.
We gently embraced and twirled in the vast dance hall to the slow waltz of "Once Heartbroken." I maintained a proper approach, not daring to cross any lines: Yan was, after all, my daughter; my feelings could only remain in my heart.
Then, there was red wine, and then Yan said she felt dizzy. I held her shoulder, asking with concern what was wrong. And then, naturally, she fell into my arms, and I, too, became dizzy.
This was our first kiss!
In the dimly lit private room, the scarlet lights and the burning alcohol had long since breached the dam of my reason! We frantically squeezed each other, our soft tongues invading and sucking fiercely, our hands continuing their relentless assault, reaching inside her bra. Good heavens, those seemingly slender chests held a pair of exquisite breasts: hemispherical, slightly larger than a palm, with small nipples, incredibly elastic—a completely untouched virgin territory!
Under my frenzied sucking, Yan's body went limp, collapsing onto the sofa. I supported her, and we fell together onto the large sofa. Our insatiable desire burned within us, making us intoxicated, almost frenzied. We no longer cared about anything else, removing each other's tops and skirts. Below her smooth, flat stomach lay that intoxicatingly alluring triangle! Sparse pubic hair, a full mons pubis, her perineum already overflowing with desire.
Just as I reached out to pull down my underwear, I jolted awake. Good heavens, what was I doing? Looking at Yan, lost in her own world on the sofa, I quickly pulled her up, lifted her skirt and tidied her disheveled clothes, and softly said, "I'm sorry, you're so beautiful, I almost lost control."
Yan looked at me with a reproachful expression and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
Thoughts drifted; several years had passed in the blink of an eye, only a few minutes. I looked around; we'd only walked one bus stop. The temperature was only 2 degrees Celsius, yet I didn't feel cold.
Since that incident, we hadn't spoken for a long time. At the company, whenever she saw me, she would always keep her head down and avoid looking at me. I felt awkward too. After all, we had kissed. That day, she said it was her first kiss. Thinking back to my kiss with my wife, it was the same. I believed Yan was telling the truth.
I drank heavily. Actually, the hotel staff knew me well, and they chuckled: "Hehe, the alcohol doesn't make you drunk, you're just intoxicated by your own feelings. Boss, you're a bit out of control."
Fueled by the alcohol, I moved my chair closer to Yan. I said, "Fate is cruel. Actually, I've never been at ease either.
Emotional hurt is a double-edged sword. While hurting Yan, it also deeply wounded myself. Besides, it's true, I love Yan, very much."
Yan looked indifferent. I knew that even now, she still hadn't truly forgiven me!
Perhaps Yan would never forgive me in this lifetime.
The awkwardness continued for who knows how long. One day, after dinner at a hotel, I wandered aimlessly along the riverbank alone. Under the dim streetlights, a very familiar figure caught my eye, making my heart race. It was Yan. She was sitting on the grass, talking to a young police officer.
In an instant, my mind went blank, and my heart felt like it was being ripped out! I don't know how I got back to the company.
When I got home, my wife asked with concern, "What's wrong? You look terrible." I hadn't been drinking, so my face wasn't red, but rather pale.
I didn't dare look at my wise wife, only saying, "I think I've caught a cold. I feel terrible. A good night's sleep will probably make me better."
I slept for two days!
The best way to defeat a man isn't through business or force, it's through love!
No wonder writers speak of love as a boundless sky and hatred as a deep sea!
I didn't go to the company for two days, and my wife made me porridge every day, carefully taking care of me.
On the third day, I returned to the company feeling weak and exhausted. The employees all asked me with concern. But Yan was nowhere to be seen.
As usual, I opened my QQ account and found dozens of messages. Yes, it was from her, all from Yan. "
I haven't seen you for two days, and my heart feels empty. Your wife told me you were sick and couldn't get out of bed. I really wanted to visit you, but I didn't dare." My family introduced me to someone, a police officer, whom I don't like. That day, they arranged for us to meet for dinner. After dinner, they asked us to sit on the nearby grass. You don't know, at that moment, I really wanted you by my side. I was so afraid, so afraid of leaving you. Just the mention of being introduced to someone felt like leaving you; it was like my heart was being torn apart! Could you give me some advice? You don't know how helpless I feel without you by my side!
Are you feeling better? If you're still not feeling well, I must find a way to visit you… Such simple words, yet they brought me immense comfort!
I know she still doesn't know the secret in my heart!
She doesn't know that my illness those two days was entirely because of her! I can't deny the fact that I love her!
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the alcohol in my head seemed to be fading a little. I walked to the bridge and looked at the flowing river. It was still, but my heart was surging with emotion!
Yes, I love her, I love Yan. She's ordinary, but very dedicated to her work, and very simple and honest. She doesn't like makeup, and she walks lightly, like a gentle breeze. We chatted very well on our internal QQ accounts. Her eyes were clear and bright. Her teeth weren't pretty when she smiled, but they added a touch of charm to her beautiful eyes. Yan was very thin, as if she might be blown away by a gust of wind at any moment. It pained me so much, and I always felt an unspoken, upward force wanting to protect her and cherish her!
I remember when I was little, my teacher often said that when we encounter temptation, two little people are constantly fighting in our minds: one says, "It's okay, enjoy it," this is the bad little person; the other says, "No, this isn't mine, I can't have it," this is the good little person. The truly good person, however, is often the good little person who wins the battle.
Since Yan joined the company more than six months ago, these two little people have been constantly fighting in my mind. To this day, neither has won!
Humans are truly strange creatures; perhaps it's because we have thoughts that we can act hypocritically.
On my internal QQ, I replied: "Yanzi, please remember, I will always be your best friend and your elder. You can call me uncle, no, call me grandpa (I'm three months older than her dad). I like you very much. You are an extremely outstanding and beautiful girl with a noble temperament. Your destiny is definitely not limited to living in a small city like this. In the future, you will work and live in a more distant and larger place. You definitely will. You are so ambitious and kind. I remember a philosopher once said that a person who possesses kindness, integrity, dedication, and the ability to reflect possesses the qualities of a millionaire. You have all these traits. I wish you all the best!
You will definitely have a happy marriage!"
On the surface, the villain lost.
Perhaps after seeing my message, for several weeks, we got along peacefully. I saw Yan every day; she was right beside me, unattainable yet bringing a sense of tranquility.
Time passed, and it was now late autumn.
I increasingly believed in "fate." Chinese characters are truly remarkable; the word "fate" alone represents countless intricate connections. It
was Yan's birthday, and the company would give her a gift.
That day, Yan messaged me on QQ, asking if I could spend my birthday alone with her.
I was free, so I replied, "Of course."
This was a Sunday I will never forget. Yan's birthday.
Yan brought a lot of snacks, and in the morning we went together to a mountain-themed park about 5 kilometers from the city where the company was located. Yan said she hadn't climbed a mountain in a long time; the autumn breeze on the mountain sounded wonderful.
All the way, I held Yan's little hand, protecting her, until we reached the top of the mountain. At the top of the tower, we ate our snacks and gazed into the distance—it was truly exhilarating!
Humans are such strange creatures. Touching Yan's soft skin and smelling the fragrance of her hair constantly stirred my heart! I didn't feel tired at all!
Yan had a wonderful time. At the company, I rarely saw Yan laugh so heartily, but on the mountaintop, her laughter carried far, as if it foreshadowed her future path. Every movement Yan made was so elegant and adorable, and I often felt a strong urge to hug her.
Looking at the other beautiful women walking with me on the street, their allure enhanced by down jackets, the lingering effects of the alcohol made me swallow hard! Damn, there are always so many temptations in the world.
Men face far more temptations than women. It's not just the temptation of money, but also the allure of a beautiful woman's body! Alas, if I were a member of the underground Communist Party, I'd definitely be a traitor. Trying to overcome the allure of a beautiful woman? No way!
Fate is cruel; I ultimately couldn't get past this obstacle built up by beautiful women!
Just moments ago, the sun was shining brightly; in the blink of an eye, the sky seemed to drop low, almost within reach.
Autumn rarely brings thunder and lightning, but this time it was unusual.
I interpreted it as fate, finding a reason to indulge in temptation.
Halfway up the mountain, under a metal frame, was where the mountain road toy cars were located. In an instant, a torrential downpour began, accompanied by thunder and lightning! This truly was fate.
It was so dark we couldn't see anything. There was nowhere to sit under the metal frame, and it was drafty on all sides. We huddled together tightly. A violent flash of lightning tore through the sky, striking the power lines on the metal frame, sparking and followed by a deafening clap of thunder that shook the earth—it was terrifying!
We were soaked to the bone, but even though we were holding Yan tightly, we didn't feel cold. I could feel Yan's heavy breathing against my chest and my heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of my chest!
The sky seemed to have been ripped apart by lightning, and the rain poured down relentlessly.
Yan seemed utterly unafraid. She nestled tightly against my chest, her arms wrapped around my waist, her face pressed against my chest, kissing me repeatedly. She tilted her head back, kissing my neck, face, and lips. Her virgin scent was truly alluring, like a raging fire, seemingly melting me!
We pressed together tightly, kissing and sucking, our saliva mingling with the rain, our heads, bodies, and the ground merging, a perfect union of heaven and earth!
At that moment, a thought flashed through my mind: if we made love now, the child we gave birth to might be a world-changing leader!
However, we were, after all, just ordinary mortals.
Another thought also crossed my mind: if we were struck by lightning now, tomorrow, the scandal would plunge my beautiful and virtuous wife into an abyss of despair! At that moment, I felt fear for the first time!
But at this very moment, Yan was nestled warmly against my chest, enjoying the warmth of a mature man's body.
Why was the company so far away? I swallowed hard again. The wind was still so strong. In the hotel lobby, we were already halfway through our drinks. Yan placed a UnionPay card in front of me. It was one I had given her before. She said, "Here you go. There's still 50,000 yuan in it. I've been saving it up over the years; 50,000 should be enough."
That year, I sent Yan to a big city in the south. I told her that a friend's company there needed a clerk, and she should help out for a while. When she left, I gave her 50,000 yuan, saying, "Big city, expenses are high. Keep it."
Yan said, "I haven't changed the password." It was her birthday.
In front of so many people, I didn't cry. Besides, men rarely cry. If they do, they cry inside. I was in agony: Did you really want me to suffer this torment of conscience for the rest of my life? I owe you something I can never repay in this lifetime.
Yan was very indifferent, saying, "No need. You don't owe me anything. It was my own choice.
" Yan's beautiful eyes gazed into the distance, deep and captivating. She said, "Don't blame yourself. I loved, though briefly. Although there's no love left in my heart, I still had you. Thank you."
My heart ached, and I wanted to cry.
The rain continued relentlessly.
I said to Yan, "Let's go back. There's a hotel down the mountain. Go dry your clothes; don't get cold."
She refused, saying, "I've longed for this day, to be with you, the only two of us in the world, holding each other, willing to die for each other!"
My heart broke. I didn't deserve the love of another good girl! Love is exclusive. I have a beautiful and virtuous wife who loves me more than anything, and I love her too! I whispered in Yan's ear, "Yan, I also like you very much and love you, but I don't deserve it! My wife is the kindest woman in the world, let's not hurt her, okay?"
Yan shouted, "No! I don't want to hear it! I'll just be your wife for one day!"
Tears streamed down her face. I didn't know if it was rain or tears.
I hugged Yan and said, "Listen to me, let's go, let's go down the mountain. Don't get cold, don't break my heart, okay?" Without waiting for her response, I picked her up and, braving the torrential rain, headed down the mountain. She was so light. At most forty kilograms.
The hotel didn't offer emergency dry cleaning; three-star hotels in mainland China really aren't that great.
710, a number I'll always remember. Here, I let a beautiful girl complete her journey from girlhood to womanhood! Here, there lies the bright red blood of a virgin, forever etched deep in my heart!
It's like a knife, a thorn, a scorch, branding a deep mark on my not-so-strong heart! Since
there was no dry cleaning, I had to wash myself. After washing, Yan wrapped herself in a towel and crawled into bed to watch TV.
I, still wearing my wet underwear, used a hairdryer to dry Yan's clothes on another bed; otherwise, we wouldn't be able to get back to the company today.
The north wind was still biting, and thinking of those beautiful, bygone days, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body.
Seeing Yan's naked body up close for the first time was truly a masterpiece of God! She usually looked so thin, yet her naked flesh was dazzlingly beautiful! For the first time, I felt inferior, deeply ashamed of my slightly aged skin.
No words, no phrases could express the exquisite beauty of Yan's nude body at that moment; it's a pity I'm not a painter.
It took a full hour to dry my clothes. When I reached Yan's bedside, she was already asleep.
Feeling damp and uncomfortable, I took a shower. Standing naked in the bathroom, being washed by the hot water for a while, I felt a burning sensation in my lower body, and a strong desire rose within me!
"When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust"—this has been a weakness of human nature since ancient times!
The sleeping swallow, her breathing even, her rosy face incredibly alluring, her glistening, sensual lips, her delicate, white neck, and her shapely breasts, were like a giant magnet, deeply attracting my gaze, making me unable to move. My mind was already a jumbled mess, a huge swelling force rising in my chest, as if my whole body was ascending, transforming, and wrapped only in a bath towel, my lower body was already exposed!
At that moment, I believe no one could resist this immense temptation!
Gently, her hot lips pressed against Yan's, a current of electricity flowed through my body, and suddenly Yan hugged me tightly. Her soft, hot, and wet lips and tongue had already completely absorbed me, overlapping, sucking, swallowing, and enveloping me, the sweet nectar, the ultimate in the world! The bath towels wrapped around them both fell off, leaving them completely naked and intertwined, indistinguishable from one another. A fusion of spirit and flesh, water and fire, heaven and earth, heart and soul, the hard, long member swayed at Yan's tender, snow-white triangle, searching for an entrance. Guided by the gushing fluids from Yan, the reddish-purple, glistening part slowly pushed Yan's virgin lips apart, inching its way in. The pain caused Yan to suddenly spasm, clamping her legs together and then opening them wide. The long member suddenly broke through, plunging in completely. Yan cried out, "It hurts!!!"
She clung tightly to me, her nails digging into my back. Yan seemed to stop breathing, her spasms suffocating me… That year, Yan was 18 years old.
I, who always prided myself on my strength and stamina, ascended to heaven in just over a hundred seconds… Yan gasped for breath, softly saying it hurt, her legs ached when she pulled them together, and that sex wasn't as magical as her married friends described. Looking down, I saw a bright red mark of virginity on the white sheets.
This was expected; in every interaction we had, Yan exuded the aura of a virgin.
“Boss,” Yan had always called me that, starting from my second day at the company. She said she heard others call me that. Yan said she liked the nickname, “Boss,” it was so fun. She said she had a father complex; in school, she had a crush on a teacher in his fifties, thinking he was the most handsome man in the world.
Yan said that on the day of the interview, she was immediately impressed by my approachable and friendly demeanor. She had imagined the boss to be an elderly man with white hair. She was surprised to find him so young.
Yan said that at the company, it was difficult to concentrate on work; she constantly thought about seeing me. Even seeing my QQ profile picture felt incredibly comforting. During meetings, when I spoke on stage, she felt incredibly proud, as if I were hers, as if this wonderful person was hers.
Yan said that when she heard I was sick, she couldn't sleep a wink all night, constantly worrying that something was wrong with me, always thinking the worst about my illness. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, afraid that she would never see me again. She said she couldn't accept the fact that she would never see me again.
My heart was broken. I truly don't know what good fortune I accumulated to receive such pure and beautiful girl's infatuated love!
I had to tell her that her love was reciprocated, and that I loved her too; otherwise, it would be too cruel for her.
Holding Yan, I told her that my illness those two days was entirely because of her. She was stunned, tears streaming down her face. Yan threw herself into my arms again, sobbing for a while, murmuring, "So you do love me, you really do love me..." She kissed, sucked, kneaded, and squeezed wildly once more, and we fell into a frenzied act of intercourse once more... Bleeding again, the narrow passage struggling to accommodate the highly developed, thick root of a man, it drained all my reserves once more in that warm, soft, tight, and suction-filled cavity of a virgin's body!
Wait, why is the company getting further and further away? Looking around, I realized the path had turned at the bridgehead. Strolling along the riverbank, the years seemed like a lifetime ago. This was a road I knew so well.
Since Yan's birthday, this willow-lined riverbank had become our frequent spot for walks and heart-to-heart talks. It wasn't far from the company, but the lush foliage and the willows along the way made it a perfect evening stroll—you couldn't see more than five steps ahead. It was also a dangerous place, being close to the company, making us easily spotted.
Later, I learned that everyone at the company, except my wife, knew about us. They had all long known that Yan looked at me with longing and yearning, her eyes sparkling with the affection of a young girl for the man she loved. This was confirmed when we were seen embracing here. A manager once told me privately that Yan was the reason I neglected so many of the company's operations, and that if the company went bankrupt, we would all hold her accountable! But that's another story.
I know he meant well, and I also know that office romances are indeed very harmful.
But back then, I was completely unable to control myself. Yan was wonderful; she ignited the passion of my youth, and I felt as if I had returned to my youth.
In Yan's presence, a different kind of sense of accomplishment welled up within me. I loved her radiant, childlike face as she listened to my stories, her expression as if she were reliving those days with me. Sometimes she would innocently ask a question or two that made everyone burst into laughter, which was truly captivating.
I used to be deeply moved by stories in novels, often envying the scenes where the male protagonist was loved to death by the female protagonist.
I never imagined that my story with Yan was actually a whole novel!
Novels are inspired by life, and I was incredibly moved by this discovery!
How precious those days of love were!
Every day after dinner, I routinely go to the company to handle management matters. There's no secretary, so I do all the paperwork myself. Therefore, evenings are my time at the company for work. Since Yan came into my life, half of this time has been devoted to her. Actually, when we're together, we mostly just chat and kiss; we rarely make love. Yan always says that making love is a dirty thing. She's very content being held in my arms, quietly listening to my heartbeat, my stories, and my conversations about life.
Every time things get intense, I have a strong desire to penetrate Yan. Yan always says, "Boss, your sex drive is very strong! Why do you like making love so much?" Sigh, it's truly an unexplored virgin territory. Hearing her say that makes me feel a little shameful; why am I only thinking about making love?
Yan was very dependent on me, telling me almost everything and asking for my opinion. Even after we parted during our evening walk, she kept texting me non-stop. I remember that for those six months, her monthly text message bill was as high as four or five hundred yuan! Thinking about it, it's true. China Mobile has provided countless platforms for men and women to connect, and even the oldest form of romance has brought huge profits to China Mobile! It's a kind of food chain, isn't it?
I could see the company now. That familiar facade was like an injection of stimulant; my previously unsteady steps quickened. It took half a lifetime of hard work to build this company. For several years, the performance has been good. No matter how tired I am, I feel energetic as soon as I get to the company. Being away from the company for too long makes me feel completely drained. "I'm
a little dizzy," Yan said. "This wine really has a strong aftereffect." Actually, Yan doesn't drink much; her alcohol tolerance isn't high.
Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, Yan asked, "After I leave, will you have other women?"
Her face was flushed purple; her smile must have looked terrible. I smiled bitterly and said, "In your mind, am I the kind of promiscuous person?
Your desires are very strong, aren't they?" Yan said calmly.
Having only known me for a few months, Yan already knew I had a very strong sex drive, as if I had inexhaustible energy. Yan said, "Your energy is too abundant; even starting a business wouldn't use it all up. I'm not very interested in this kind of thing."
Yan was really wronging me. Deep down, I didn't deny that I had a strong sex drive, but Yan and I didn't have much sex.
Yan is a pure-hearted person, prioritizing love above all else. Perhaps it's because she's read too many novels by Qiong Yao, where sex and love are separate. She always felt that for a man and woman to love each other, love is enough, and sex is only an occasional need. Yan never wanted to go to a hotel; she felt that going to such places was merely for sex, as if it tainted pure love. Her residence was a dormitory, and she never went into the boss's office. Finding an opportunity to have sex often required considerable effort, but Yan didn't care about any of that. She didn't have many such desires; as long as she was with me, embracing and talking, she was extremely satisfied.
Yan was also a girl who was extremely concerned about her image and had a very strong sense of self-respect. She never showed affection to me in the office, only embracing me in places she considered safe, where no one else could see.
The discovery that Yan's erogenous zone is her earlobe was extremely accidental! That day, after get off work, Yan didn't go to the cafeteria with her colleagues as usual. Instead, she was organizing documents in the company office. As I passed by, I noticed the door was ajar. I looked up and saw Yan. Excited, I sneaked up behind her and hugged her. She turned around and exclaimed, "Ah? Boss, it's you!" She leaned closer, her back to me. Inhaling her unique hair fragrance, a current surged up my spine. I kissed Yan's ear, behind her ear, and her earlobe with ecstasy. A miracle happened. Yan didn't show any of the usual aversion to excessive intimacy in the office. Instead, she closed her eyes, her breathing suddenly became heavy, her slightly swollen chest heaved rapidly, and her whole body felt as soft as if all her muscles had been removed, clinging to me. I suddenly felt her entire body radiating heat!
Yan turned around and hugged me, murmuring, "I want you, I want you to come in." My God! I had never heard such a lewd and seductive voice from Yan before. It was like an extremely strong aphrodisiac, as if an overdose had been injected into my bloodstream. Instantly, we were frantically rolling and writhing in the office like people in heat. The last bit of alertness in my brain made me hug Yan and spin towards the door, closing and locking it behind me. Yan, like a sow in heat, quickly stripped me naked!
Her hips swayed violently, pushing me onto the stool. I sat on top of her, and I'd never seen Yan's vulva so overflowing with lustful fluids. My hard penis mercilessly plunged into her narrow cavity. Her standing legs clamped tightly together, my extremely swollen member struggling against the intense pressure. In the instant I desperately suckled Yan's breasts, Yan and I almost simultaneously erupted in a cry of extreme excitement, ejaculating in torrents!
From that moment on, I knew how to let Yan experience sexual pleasure. Without kissing her ears, I couldn't arouse her desire; only a kiss on her ears could quickly bring her to a frenzy.
This blissful time lasted for about six months.
I smiled wryly and said that having strong desires doesn't mean one can be promiscuous. I knew that Yan always thought I liked her sexually more than I loved her as a person, which was why I ultimately gave her up.
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