Honey, I'm working overtime tonight.

" Honey, I'm working overtime tonight

." "Baby, are you off work yet? I'm getting impatient." 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, "Baby, I brought back a lot of sexy lingerie

and stockings for you. 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.

Actually, the company was holding a cocktail party tonight.

A few days ago, leaders from the head office in another city came to inspect the company, so the company planned 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 —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,

fully revealing a thigh covered in pantyhose all the way to the top of my thigh when I walked 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 this 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 down 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 .

The slit in her skirt was stretched wide, revealing my thighs, clad in pantyhose, all

the .

He stared at me excitedly, chatting idly.

Then, music started playing, 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 the V-

neck .

Mr. Wang's hand touched my back, whispering, "Such a smooth back, you're so sexy, are you

not wearing a bra?" My face immediately turned red.

Seeing I didn't answer, Mr. Wang knew he was right, and his hand continued downwards, quickly reaching my

buttocks .

My buttocks, tightly encased 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, are you? You're so sexy, I never expected

to meet such a sexy young woman at the branch office." "Mr. Wang whispered as he touched my buttocks.

I became even more shy and whispered, "No, stop touching me, someone will see us, you're so naughty." Mr.

Wang smiled and let go of me.

But then he pulled my hand and left the lobby. I noticed that Manager Qiao was also watching me intently

as Mr. Wang led me away.

Mr. Wang led me to a corner of a secluded corridor where there was a restroom.

Mr. Wang led me into the women's restroom. It wasn't very big, and 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 rubbed my breasts through my tank top with one hand, and reached into my slit with the other, touching my thigh.

I said nervously and excitedly, "Ah...no...Mr. Wang...no...you can't...you're so naughty

..." 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... 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, making it impossible for my head to struggle.

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 seized the opportunity to slip into my mouth, eagerly sucking

the nectar from my lips.

Under Mr. Wang's continued licking and passionate kisses, I gradually gave in, letting out

seductive : "Ah...ah...mmm..." I wrapped my fair arms around Mr. Wang's thick neck,

and his forceful kisses gradually transformed into a passionate, intertwined kiss, our tongues chasing each other, our saliva exchanging

...

a decadent atmosphere instantly filled the small partition!

Seeing that I was beginning to cooperate, Mr. Wang was overjoyed, suddenly reaching out his right hand to touch my high, firm breasts. In an instant,

one alluring breast was in his large hand...

My whole body went numb, and my soft breaths became 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 those tender breasts!

His other hand, not to be outdone, slid down to my full buttocks, squeezing and kneading, eliciting soft

moans .

Mr. Wang excitedly ripped off my tank top, his hands directly grasping my tender breasts.

The moment my sensitive breasts were held in his warm hands, I cried

out Instantly, I felt my nipples harden and stand erect, pressing against his palms, seemingly 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 smooth. 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

cries of "Ah... ah...", my two firm, white breasts bounced out, my nipples already engorged and erect,

trembling shyly.

My thighs, encased in black stockings, 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 shocked to find that Mr. Wang, a middle-aged man, still possessed a powerful physique. He

was broad-shouldered and muscular, with well-developed pectoral muscles and a long,

dark brown penis protruding between his thick thighs. His menacing appearance was terrifying…

I gasped weakly, “Ah…” The blush that had been fading suddenly returned to my face. I was both ashamed and afraid, and

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 pleaded weakly, unable to resist

.

“You enjoyed it just now, didn’t you? It’ll get even better next time…” Mr. Wang teased me with flirtatious words

.

His movements ceased their teasing; after all, he was also unbearably aroused.

His penis parted her thin lips, forcefully thrusting deep into my vagina along the slippery, wetness.

"Ah...ouch...it hurts...ah..." A full yet painful sensation washed over me, and

I gasped, my delicate lips trembling. My hands involuntarily clung tightly to Mr. Wang's waist, my thighs clamping down, trying to stop

his thrusts.

My face paled, and my whole body trembled.

When his penis reached the very core of my being, Mr. Wang also let out a roar: "Ah..."

It felt so good, like heaven. Mr. Wang felt as if his penis was tightly enveloped by something, hot, tight,

warm, and slippery, the vaginal walls still slightly pulsating, sucking on his glans, both numb and tingling.

We've been married for years, but her vagina is still very tight; it feels so good to have his penis inside.

Mr. Wang muttered under his breath: "Damn it, your husband is so lucky, he gets to have a vagina like this every day.

You're so slutty, I'm going to fuck you good today too." "

I felt the penis invading my body, hot, thick, hard, and cunning. It seemed to have a life of its own,

moving on its own without its master's command. Even my tight grip was useless, causing me to

uncontrollably let out soft moans.

Then, Mr. Wang began to thrust rapidly, his penis withdrawing from the entrance of my vagina each time, only to thrust all the way to the bottom, growing ever hotter and

thicker.

After hundreds of thrusts, my initial moans and cries had turned into continuous screams.

'Oh...oh...Mr. Wang...you...oh...too hard...'

'Ah...ah...so good...so deep...so beautiful...so beautiful...I...I'm going to die.

'"

Looking at me, lost in my moans, Mr. Wang smiled slyly. His efforts had paid off; I was absolutely gorgeous!

He continued his steady and powerful thrusts into the woman's sensitive spot, then lowered his head and took one of her nipples, which trembled and bounced as she

writhed into his mouth.

"Ah...ah...I'm going to...I'm coming...I'm going to die..."

Mr. Wang suddenly cooperated, his glans plunging deep into my cervix, his teeth gently biting my erect

nipple.

My vagina suddenly tightened, my cervix scraping and gripping the man's thick glans. Mr. Wang felt a surge of heat

crashing against his glans, a tingling, pleasurable sensation, and he couldn't hold back his ejaculation. He thrust his glans deep into my vagina with a low growl, and his

thick semen shot out.

I felt the glans, pressed tightly against my clitoris, suddenly ejaculate a powerful stream of heat. The tingling pleasure went straight to my heart

, and I cried out, "Ah..." My whole body felt like it was floating, then I collapsed, panting,

my eyes glazed over.

Mr. Wang, still breathing heavily, admired the way I looked after he had finished with me.

Semen was still flowing from my vagina. Satisfied, Mr. Wang dressed, kissing and licking my

breasts before reluctantly leaving the bathroom.

I stood up weakly, wiped myself clean, dressed, and carefully

tidied myself in front of the bathroom mirror before returning to the party hall with peace of mind.

The party was already coming to an end, and Mr. Wang, who had been frantically having sex with me, was now speaking on a

makeshift stage.

It suddenly struck me as somewhat ridiculous.

"Beautiful lady, you've finally appeared! Where were you? I've been looking for you." I

was startled. Before I knew it, Manager Qiao was standing behind me, still

staring at , though I felt there was something strange about his gaze.

The party ended, and I was discussing how to get home with a few girls when Manager Qiao and several male colleagues

approached.

He said, "With the leaders around, were you all a little reserved and didn't have enough fun? How about we

have a private party at my apartment?"

He looked at me expectantly as he spoke. Although I still wanted to go home, the girls pulled me along

.

I saw Manager Qiao smile with satisfaction.

At Manager Qiao's apartment, everyone immediately relaxed, singing and dancing. Manager Qiao gave me

a glass of red wine and chatted with me while we drank.

The reason I didn't sing and dance with everyone was because I had just been with Boss Wang and my body

hadn't recovered.

While chatting with Manager Qiao, my exposed thighs trembled occasionally.

Time flies when you're having a good time. Everyone was exhausted from all the fun, and the drinks were almost finished.

People started getting up to leave, and soon only Manager Qiao and I were left in the room.

"You're very sexy, really. All the men were staring at you just now," Manager Qiao said, staring at

my slightly flushed face.

"Thank you, Manager Qiao. I think I should take my leave too." I got up to leave, but as soon as I stood up from the sofa,

I felt a wave of dizziness and immediately collapsed back onto it.

I didn't know if it was because I hadn't recovered my strength or because I had drunk too much.

Manager Qiao immediately leaned closer with concern and whispered, asking if I was alright. I closed my eyes slightly, and he stared

at my breasts rising and falling with my breath.

Manager Qiao moved even closer and continued to whisper, "You seem very tired, my little

beauty. Were you too tired in the bathroom just now?"

Hearing this, I immediately tensed up. Had he seen me having sex with President Wang?

Before I could react, Manager Qiao had already embraced me: "My darling, you're so sexy. I was

masturbating while watching, it felt both good and bad. Now I'm going to enjoy your alluring body too.

" He then began kissing me passionately.

I moaned weakly, "Ah...ah...no...you...how did you see that...?"

Manager Qiao had already slipped his hand inside my tank top, grabbing one of my breasts.

"Darling, you don't know, I secretly went into the cubicle next to yours, and stood

on the toilet so I could see you and Mr. Wang having sex. The way you were being fucked in your pantyhose was so lewd.

Actually, Mr. Wang saw me later, but he didn't say anything. He just kept going, it was so exciting." My

face turned even redder. So I had just been fucked, and another man had been watching! I was speechless.

At that moment, I was lying naked on Manager Qiao's sofa, only wearing a pair of pantyhose on

my thighs. I hadn't even noticed how he had taken off my skirt.

"Baby, I want to fuck you in your pantyhose too. You look so lewd right now." Manager Qiao also

took off his clothes. Exhausted

from being fucked earlier, I could only lie on the sofa and let Manager Qiao do as he pleased.

Manager Qiao was direct; he gently pulled his penis out a little, grabbed my long legs, and with a few twists

and turns , his penis smoothly slid in completely as I cried out, "Ah...ah..."

Manager Qiao looked at me excitedly. Our eyes met, and my bright eyes immediately turned red with embarrassment

. I closed them tightly, unable to meet his gaze.

He lifted my plump thighs, placing my long, rounded calves on his shoulders.

His glans pressed deep into my vagina, and his hands reached for my alluring breasts, gently and skillfully caressing them.

My nipples were pulled and kneaded wantonly, but the more he caressed them, the more erect they became, stubbornly defying his ravaging.

I breathed softly, feeling my tender breasts swell even more under his caresses, a tingling sensation mixed with a slight

pain.

"Ah..." With a cry of pain, he suddenly gripped my breast tightly, thrusting his hips forward, his thick, hard

penis pumping in and out, pounding against my sensitive clitoris.

Manager Qiao thrust forcefully, his hands kneading my firm breasts.

My face flushed, my desire overwhelming, my cherry lips parted slightly as I panted softly, my round buttocks swaying gently in response, my vaginal muscles

trembling , contracting and tightening around the man's large penis as it moved in and out.

I looked like I was thoroughly enjoying it.

"Feels good, doesn't it, you little slut?" he asked smugly.

I kept my eyes tightly shut, too ashamed to answer.

"Good girl, tell me, does it feel good?" Manager Qiao thrust a few more times,

"Ah...ah..." I didn't answer, just moaned wantonly.

"Say it, if it feels good, say it, it'll feel even better."

He suddenly thrust his thick penis all the way in, rubbing against my sensitive clitoris, continuing to tempt me to express my feelings.

"Ah...I'm so embarrassed...your...it's so big...so long." I whispered, my pretty face flushed.

"It feels good to be inside you, doesn't it?" He thrust a few more times.

"Mmm...mmm...it's...it feels so good...I'm dying...ah..." I

finally managed to say it under Manager Qiao's gentle temptation and thrusting.

"Let me fuck you often from now on, okay?" Manager Qiao pressed.

"No...no...I...I have a husband...ah...ah...I...can't...I'm sorry to

my husband..." I seemed not to have lost my mind yet.

"If you're comfortable, enjoy it. It doesn't bother your husband, and besides, you've already wronged him." Manager Qiao

continued.

"It's all your fault...you did it...good deed!" I replied shyly.

"I never thought you, usually so dignified and composed, were so flirtatious and wanton inside. Seeing you being with Boss Wang,

I really wanted to beat him up!" At this point, a surge of jealousy made Manager Qiao thrust hard a few times.

"Ah...ah...don't be so hard, it hurts! Ah...he forced me." I

protested, blushing.

"That old man, where did he get the good fortune to enjoy your beautiful body! Humph." Manager Qiao

thrust deeply a few more times viciously.

"Ah...ah...I don't even like that old man." I quickly responded.

Manager Qiao stopped talking, silently cultivating my fertile land, occasionally thrusting deeply, eliciting

weak, soft moans from me.

Manager Qiao couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, his hips moving nimbly and quickly, thrusting in and out with varying depths.

"Ah...what are you doing! You...you...you're so bad! Ah..." My face flushed, my eyes tightly closed,

my cherry lips panting, my hips gently swaying in rhythm.

"Baby, are you comfortable? I'm so happy, ah..." He quickened his thrusts, watching his thick

penis appear and disappear between my plump, tender labia, occasionally drawing out my white, lustful fluids, making his penis

smooth and shiny. Waves of tingling pleasure emanated from his penis, and I moaned with pleasure.

"You...you...you're so amazing...so thick...so long...every time you hit the very core of my being...

ah...you're going to kill me...ah..." I responded weakly to the man's increasingly forceful thrusts,

uttering shameful words in a daze. I was already completely aroused, conquered by his thick, long penis.

"Baby, I want you... don't refuse me anymore... I want to fuck you every day... fuck you to death!"

Manager Qiao vigorously squeezed my high, full breasts, his thick waist swinging, pounding hard into

the depths of my tight, slippery vagina, as if to vent his pent-up hatred.

Just as I was moaning wildly as he fucked me, the phone in my bag suddenly rang, and I stopped in fright.

Manager Qiao immediately comforted me, saying it was okay, don't be nervous, and stopped fucking me at the same time. I quickly caught my breath

before pressing the answer button on the incessantly ringing phone.

"Hello, honey, what's up?" I asked nervously.

"Darling wife, are you still working overtime?" It was my husband's dissatisfied voice.

"Yes, there's a lot to do. I still have to send data to the client, so I might be back a little late

. Don't worry, I'll satisfy you as soon as I get back," I said nervously.

"What kind of boss are you, making people work overtime all the time?" my husband said again, dissatisfied.

"Honey, don't say that. The boss often works overtime too." Manager Qiao clearly heard

this, so I quickly stopped him.

"Okay, how long are we going to keep going?" my husband asked.

"Soon, are you still waiting for me?" I replied.

Manager Qiao seemed to have noticed our intimate conversation and became even more jealous. He couldn't help but thrust his penis

slightly . I cried out, "Ah!" and immediately turned to glare at Manager Qiao.

"Of course I'm waiting for you! I'm waiting for you to come back and put on your underwear for me, then I'll fuck you properly.

What's ? What happened?" my husband heard my cry.

"Oh, nothing, I accidentally spilled some water. Honey, you're so naughty. I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content when we get back.

Okay, I need to get back to work. Goodbye!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. Before he finished speaking, I impatiently pressed the end call button.

I let out a long sigh and glanced at Manager Qiao, who was still inside me: "You've really ruined

me!" "

Manager Qiao immediately began thrusting, pumping rapidly: 'You little slut, you still want your husband to fuck you when you get back?

You're so horny, but you're mine now, so hurry up and make love to me, okay?'

My face flushed red, and I shyly pounded his chest with my small hands. Manager Qiao chuckled, lowered his head, and sucked

hard on my erect nipple. He occasionally bit it with his teeth, while his penis thrust harder, the friction and wetness

between us creating a squelching sound. 　　'Ah...ah...ya...um...Manager Qiao...ah...um...' I couldn't help but moan loudly . 　　My soft voice further aroused Manager Qiao's passion. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, hooked my toes together, and pointed my toes upwards, lifting my buttocks off the sofa and pressing them against his hips." 　　Manager Qiao thrust vigorously, and I, this usually dignified and charming beauty, would constantly moan and groan when a man penetrated me, truly wanton to the bone, a truly exquisite creature. 　　Manager Qiao grabbed my smooth buttocks with both hands and lifted me up forcefully, and I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his shoulders. 　　Looking at my ecstatic expression, all I could hear were my soul-stirring moans. 　　I kept calling out softly, wave after wave of pleasure. 　　When Manager Qiao carried me to a terrace on the street next to his apartment...

When he gestured for me to look down, I immediately felt the eyes of passersby on the street staring

at my shameless act of debauchery.

I screamed, burying my head in Manager Qiao's broad chest, my legs clamping together violently, a

gush of vaginal fluid instantly flowing from where we were frantically having sex.

Manager Qiao suddenly slammed me against the wall, gripping my firm buttocks and legs, roaring as he violently thrust into my

hips.

His hard penis rapidly entered and exited my soft, wet vagina, the shaft seemingly piercing through tender flesh and my abdomen

, the glans pounding against my cervix while simultaneously experiencing unparalleled pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing

over my entire body.

Manager Qiao felt his penis spasming inside my vagina, the glans noticeably swelling,

about to ejaculate!

He frantically embraced my rounded buttocks, his hips lifting and then suddenly plunging down powerfully. His

engorged penis forcefully pierced my tightening vaginal walls, reaching the very bottom and pressing against my spasming cervix. Thick

, turbid semen gushed out, all of it shooting into my trembling, contracting uterus.

I had never experienced such stimulation before. I felt his penis trembling rapidly inside me, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each time penetrating to

the deepest part of my body. The tingling sensation was unbearable, and I couldn't help but scream, my voice lewd, reaching my second peak of climax

that night .

Instantly, my cherry lips parted wide, my phoenix eyes glazed over, and my hands tightly gripped the man's neck. My uterine walls

contracted , and the walls of my vaginal canal writhed and sucked at Manager Qiao's glans. A large amount of love fluid gushed out again,

warming the man's glans.

After the climax, Manager Qiao could no longer support my weight and gently lowered my hips and legs. We both landed on the ground

at the same time , and I slumped onto the man's lap, lying face down on his chest

, panting and moaning softly. Manager Qiao lovingly stroked my body, which was even more slippery with sweat after the climax, silently savoring the extreme pleasure that had just

ended .

Gradually recovering from the afterglow of pleasure, I realized that I had already made love to the man on top of me

several times tonight at the venue. My cheeks were flushed, and I touched the man's handsome face with my small hands, looking at him coquettishly, and sighed:

"You bad boy, you're going to kill me!"

Manager Qiao looked at my alluring expression, which was both coquettish and shy, weak and powerless, and felt incredibly happy. He said with satisfaction

: "Are you tired? When you climaxed just now, you were so beautiful and scary. My treasure was almost broken by your squeezing!

"

I weakly pounded the man's chest and said indignantly: "You're so bad. You came so many times, my whole body

is numb!" Manager Qiao

was even more satisfied. He gently caressed my soft, elastic breasts with both hands, then pressed his lips to mine,

kissing my luscious red lips. I silently cooperated, completely surrendering to the pleasure the man gave me.

Manager Qiao and I exchanged kisses for a while, but finally felt it was too late and we shouldn't linger

. So we parted .

Manager Qiao straightened up first, then helped me up, still weak and limp, and carried me back to the sofa in the living room

, helping me straighten my disheveled clothes.

After I was dressed, I regained my original dignified and charming image, but the continuous orgasms I had just experienced

left me with a strong scent of lust. My shoulder-length hair was still disheveled, with a few strands clinging to my sweaty forehead.

A blush remained on my pretty face, and my waist was so weak it seemed unable to support my voluptuous body.

Manager Qiao kissed my cheek, easily straightened his clothes, and his penis was limp, like a hibernating

snake, devoid of any vitality.

Manager Qiao drove me home.

It was already past midnight, and I noticed the lights were off; my husband was probably already asleep.

But I still made Manager Qiao stop the car a good distance from the stairs.

I was nervous and nervously looked around to make sure no one was watching before going upstairs.

Once inside, the living room was pitch black. I took off my shoes and tiptoed towards the bathroom.

My immediate thought was to quickly take a shower so my husband wouldn't notice.

But suddenly all the lights came on, startling me so much I almost screamed.

My husband grabbed me from behind, kissing me passionately, and without a word, pulled off my dress.

I stood naked in front of him, but at the same time, a strong smell of alcohol hit me.

I realized he had drunk quite a bit. My husband picked me up and began to suckle my body frantically.

He probably wasn't paying attention to my feelings anymore. I immediately hugged him back, and we both collapsed onto

the sofa.

"Wife, you're finally home! I was going crazy!" my husband said, biting my breast hard.

"Ah...husband...I'm back...ah...fuck me as much as you want...fuck me to death...

I want it." I said lewdly.

My vaginal fluids, combined with the remaining semen of Mr. Wang and Manager Qiao, made it incredibly lubricated, and my husband

easily penetrated me.

As he entered, I felt my tense mood suddenly relax; I knew I didn't need to rush

to shower and clean myself.

"Ah...ah...husband...harder...it feels so good...I want it...fuck me to death..."

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