My roommate's senior's beautiful and seductive wife

A few years ago, one summer, my friend had just arrived in the US. A senior from my department picked me up at the airport.

Touched by his hospitality, and hearing that his roommate had graduated and moved out, he urgently needed a new roommate to share his two-bedroom

apartment, so I agreed to rent the vacant room.

He picked me up and, probably worried I might change my mind, quickly pulled out a draft lease

for me to sign—one year and five months. Inexperienced at the time, I signed immediately, only to

later discover I'd been ripped off on the rent.

After signing, he told me his wife also lived there; they'd recently married, and

she was an F2 visa holder accompanying him. That was his cunning—he hadn't told me I'd be

sharing with a couple; I assumed he was single. So, the already ripped-off rent was actually a huge loss. That's

when I met his wife at dinner. She'd just returned from an English tutoring class. My friend told me she

planned to improve her English to apply for an accounting degree, hoping it would help her find a job and supplement their income.

My senior's wife was a little younger than him, alluringly beautiful, with a great figure, firm breasts, and a pert bottom. She

always seemed to glance at people casually, a seductive glint in her eyes. However, my

first impression of her was better than my senior's, because she invited me to have dinner with them. Although it was just simple rice

porridge and some cold dishes, it was much more palatable than the food on the plane.

After

dinner, I tidied up a bit and prepared for bed. There was no bed, but my senior classmate said he had a spare

mattress and sold it to me for $50. It was actually an old, musty mattress they'd kept in their basement storage room for a long time

, but I had no choice and had to sleep on it.

The next morning I woke up late. When I got up, my senior classmate looked like he'd already gone to school, and his

wife was up too. Since her English class was only in the evenings, she mostly stayed home

doing housework and surfing the internet during the day.

I went to the bathroom to wash up, and she was there washing her roommate's non-machine-washable sweater. Her hair was casually tied up

, and she was wearing casual sweatpants and a light-colored, tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt. Shirt, I could tell at a glance

she wasn't wearing a bra. The water splashed from washing clothes had soaked her left bra, perfectly outlining her

round breasts and erect nipples. Her nipples were so perky, sticking straight out of her clothes, and I could even

vaguely see her areolas.

I was stunned. Wow, I almost lost control for a moment. When she saw me coming to wash up,

she took her clothes out of the sink, wrung them out, and put them in the basin. With that wringing and a bit of force,

her left breast almost burst out of her clothes. The bathroom was small, so she carried the basin and tried to back out first so I could go in.

I deliberately went in as she came out, and in that passing motion, my unruly, erect penis brushed against her pert

buttocks. Damn, that firm feeling was fucking amazing.

I washed up, and she squatted at the bathroom entrance washing clothes, bent over. I really wished her neckline was

lower so I could see her breasts, but it was a proper t-shirt. Shirt, all I could see

was a glimpse of her snow-white neck; all I could see were her round breasts

swaying as she washed clothes…

Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they had a very round and firm feel. I couldn't resist

, but she was my senior's wife after all…

I deliberately washed up slowly. She squatted for a while, then got a little tired, stood up to stretch,

raised , curled one leg, and yawned, saying to me with a rather seductive air (damn, that seductive

air was probably just my imagination): I went to bed late last night.

Of course I knew she… I slept in late with my senior classmate. Because of the time difference, I couldn't sleep on my moldy

mattress . Through the thin wooden wall of the apartment, I could hear them humming away until the wee hours.

In that moment of stretching, she revealed a small section of her waist—damn, it was snow-white, almost

transparent .

I looked closely at her left nipple again, then went back to my room, feeling dejected. Countless times I wanted to rush

out , but I held back…

Continuing from the previous text: Seeing her fingertips glide over her full breasts, my penis couldn't help but get hard.

I was wearing boxer shorts to bed, so it wasn't too embarrassing to bump into her, but once I got an erection, it was a big problem. I had to

bend over, trying to cover my bulge. The tent, damn it, a surge of heat rushed to my head. My first

thought was to pin her down on the stove, lift her nightgown, pull down her red lace panties, and

fuck her hard.

But since I had just arrived in America, everything was so unfamiliar. People are often timid in unfamiliar places, so

I could only say goodnight and hurriedly leave the kitchen, returning to the bedroom. She followed me back to their bedroom.

I couldn't calm down for a long time, my mind filled with her smooth breasts, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Suddenly, I heard moans coming from next door, the kind of muffled moans that are unique to women, choked up in their throats. I was surprised,

thinking they had started having sex again, but my senior... The even snoring told me he was still fast asleep, while the moans

were clearly from my senior's wife masturbating.

Her panting filled the air, like the smoke of an aphrodisiac drifting into my nostrils. I couldn't resist any longer and

started masturbating too. Soon, the panting next door became more rapid, the low moans turning into cries of pain or

extreme pleasure. I knew she had orgasmed.

Fantasizing about her pert buttocks and her snow-white breasts, I continued, but then I heard a sound from the bedroom

next door . I stopped and peeked through the crack in the door. It was her. She crossed the living room

into the bathroom, closed the door, and came out after a while, but there was no sound of flushing.

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she returned to the bedroom and waited a while, I cautiously left and went to the small bathroom. I looked

around carefully. A few sheets of toilet paper were floating in the toilet bowl, and on the shelf above it was their laundry

basket piled high with dirty clothes. I gently took down the basket, and on top of it was a pair of red lace panties—

no, sticky, soaking wet red lace panties. It seemed she had come to the bathroom to clean herself.

I held the panties to my nose; they had a sour, pungent smell. Looking closer, I realized the front of the panties was transparent;

if she were wearing them, her pubic hair would be completely visible. Unable to hold back any longer, I took the panties and

started masturbating, fantasizing about her warm, wet vagina, until I ejaculated my thick semen into the toilet.

The next morning, I heard hurried noises from next door. My senior colleague was constantly complaining about why his wife

hadn't woken him up on time; he was almost late for his meeting with his boss. She was also shrilly

complaining that he hadn't set an alarm. It was all chaos. I chuckled to myself, thinking, "Your wife was

fucked , how could she get up?"

After a while, the noise subsided; it seemed my senior colleague had already gone to school. Because I had gone to bed

late, I took another nap. When I woke up, it was already past 10 a.m. I got up groggily,

pushed open the door to go to the bathroom to wash up, but when I got to the living room, oh my god.

The TV was on, constantly showing various commercials, while my senior colleague's wife was asleep on the sofa

, still holding the remote control. On the coffee table in front of the sofa were unwashed dishes and a half-empty bottle

of milk.

She was still wearing that semi-transparent camisole nightgown, but because she was lying on her side on the sofa, her right breast was

brazenly exposed. I quietly approached, and damn, even the edge of her areola was showing, a pale

pink that sparked endless fantasies. Looking further, I realized, damn, this little slut wasn't wearing any underwear. It seemed she'd slept naked

all night after taking her panties off.

However, because she was lying on her side, her legs were tightly pressed together, so I couldn't see her private parts, only

a vaguely alluring black patch on her mons pubis. Damn, my inner turmoil began again. Should I go for it or not?

The devil kept calling to me in my mind.

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Although I was drooling over the sight, I didn't dare to cross that line. I could only greedily

gaze at her smooth, exposed skin, fantasizing about the cute nipples on her light pink areolas.

Judging from the shape of her nipples, they were about the size of a peanut, perfect for

gently biting with my teeth. Just as

I was indulging in this fantasy, there was a sudden thud, which startled me. It turned out that the remote control she was holding

had fallen to the floor. The wooden floor made a crisp sound, and she moved slightly, startling me so much that I

quickly slipped into the bathroom.

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After a while, there was no movement, so I secretly peeked out, and my penis, which had gone limp from fear

, became hard again. She was still sleeping on the sofa, but not on her side, but on her back with her legs bent and raised.

The hem of her nightgown naturally slipped down to her waist, revealing her white, jade-like thighs and buttocks. Her firm, perky

buttocks , buried in the soft sofa, aroused endless fantasies. Such buttocks, penetration from behind must be very pleasurable.

Because I was in the bathroom, the angle wasn't good, and I could only see her side. But if I sneaked around,

I could definitely see her vulva clearly, since she wasn't wearing underwear!

Thinking about this, my heart almost jumped out of my chest with excitement. I carefully

moved around, imagining her vulva in my mind—pink? Wet? She was so fair and tender, her vulva

should be tender too. But her husband fucks her every day, could she have become an old slut?

Just as I was about to see the beauty I was looking forward to, I suddenly heard a rapid knocking on the door.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

She was awake. I quickly pretended to be nonchalant and went to open the door. A middle-aged foreigner, who looked like

he was from Eastern Europe, was quite big, with a full beard. Because I had just arrived in America and had limited experience, I didn't know

what to say. And because the foreigner spoke English with a Polish accent, I didn't understand him very well either. I only saw that

he was holding a stack of forms.

At this moment, she came in, wearing a coat that covered her sexy see-through nightgown. When she saw the

Eastern European man, she called him "Jim" as if they knew each other well. I quickly asked what was going on, and she told me that Jim was

the building manager. Although I had signed an agreement with my senior, there were still some procedures I needed to complete with the manager. I needed to

sign a document and give my

name for the postman to deliver.

I signed my name as she instructed, and then neatly wrote it down. While I

was doing this, she kept chatting and laughing with Jim. I couldn't quite understand what she was saying, but I noticed that Jim's eyes kept

glancing downwards. That's when I realized that although she was wearing a jacket over her nightgown, she was still only wearing

the nightgown If I looked closely, I could still see her full vulva and dark pubic hair through the nightgown. And because we were so close,

I could faintly smell the pungent, wet scent of her vagina, definitely from masturbating the night before. What a little

slut .

After finishing the form, I returned it to Jim. Jim reluctantly took his leave, lewdly saying

something to me that I understood this time: "You're a lucky guy."

Only after seeing Jim off did I remember I still had things to do. I had just received a letter from the school

requiring me to attend the orientation for new students at 10:30 AM. I was busy until the afternoon, completing all the enrollment

procedures , and then went to the department to meet the professor who had recruited me—a thirty-something-year-old assistant professor,

Chinese, with a sleazy appearance, balding, and wearing thick glasses. The professor gave me a brief overview of

the lab me to start working immediately. Damn, the semester hadn't even started yet!

I wandered around the lab a few times. It turned out my senior colleague also worked under him, looking quite arrogant.

Apparently was the professor's right-hand man, and the two of them had published quite a few papers together. I wasn't very interested and went

home early. The house was empty; I wondered where my senior colleague's wife was.

Back in my own room, a bold idea suddenly flashed through my mind: why not take this opportunity to see

their room?

The two bedrooms were separated only by a wooden wall. Theirs was a large bedroom with a balcony; I later learned it was

originally supposed to be a living room, but the couple, to save money, used it as a bedroom,

renting out the smaller actual bedroom.

Because it was originally a living room, it didn't have a door. They

bought door panels from Home Depot and installed them themselves. Installing a door is a troublesome task; the hinges had to be fitted

into the door frame to ensure a tight seal. My brother, of course, didn't have the tools to carve wood, and the apartment manager

wouldn't allow them to carve grooves into the door frame. Therefore, their hinges were simply fixed to

the frame , which created a problem: a wide gap where the door met the frame!

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

The furnishings in their room were simple: a bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and two three-drawer dressers,

one of which, slightly smaller, was placed beside the bed. Instinctively, I knew there were often "interesting" things in the bedside table,

and sure enough! The second drawer was full of my sister-in-law's lingerie, almost all of them

sexy a feast for the eyes. While rummaging through them, I suddenly discovered an electric vibrator with a small stick on it,

probably used to stimulate her vagina during penetration. Damn, I didn't know she used that too, what a little slut.

Continuing to carefully look through the drawer, I found a photo album in the third drawer. I usually have

no interest in these things, but when I pushed it, I found it was quite heavy, so I curiously flipped through it. It turned out to be a

photo album my sister-in-law had taken in China.

I flipped through it casually; there were cheongsams, wedding dresses, evening gowns, etc. The one that made my nose bleed the most was a

bikini The pure white three-piece set perfectly outlined my sister-in-law's sexy figure. The water droplets I deliberately sprinkled made

the white swimsuit almost transparent, vaguely revealing my sister-in-law's light pink udder and dark pubic hair.

Especially the photos of her posing seductively with her legs spread wide, the small piece of fabric covering her underwear even outlining the contours of her

vulva . The last photo in

the

album is of my mentor's wife completely naked, though not showing her nipples. One arm is crossed over her chest,

covering her breasts, and the other hand is on her scrotum. She's leaning forward, one eye closed, striking a sexy and cute pose.

I really envy the photographer; he must have seen everything while taking the photos. Damn, maybe he even slept with her,

I thought to myself. Just then

,

footsteps sounded on the stairs, startling me. I quickly put my things away

and rushed to the living room. I turned on the TV, sat down, and the door opened. My sister-in-law was back.

She was in a hurry, her hair was a little messy, and her face was flushed, giving her a uniquely sexy look. When she saw me, she

hurriedly said that she was going to be late for her English tutoring class and had to leave quickly. Then she went into the house,

did something, and when she came out, she went to the bathroom, threw something in there,

rinsed her mouth with mouthwash, and then left in a hurry.

After she left, I went into the bathroom and looked closely. I found a purple

thong in the laundry basket, which she must have just changed out of. I was a little confused; why would she only change into a pair of thongs at home? I picked up

her thong, and a strong smell of semen hit my nose.

My senior colleague had been in the lab all afternoon; I knew where I came from, but

what about this thong stained with semen? Could it be…

Anyway, because of that wide crack in the door, I eagerly awaited the arrival of night.

My senior colleague 's wife came home rather late, around eight o'clock. It seemed she had already eaten dinner, tidied up,

and gone to the bedroom.

So I peeked out, wanting to test the effectiveness of my spying. Our doors were next to each other, and the

crack was right on the hinge, next to my doorframe. So, if I wanted to spy, I only needed to stick my head

out and press it against the crack; my body could remain hidden inside my door. If there was any movement, I could

easily retreat. My senior's wife was online, still wearing that semi-transparent camisole nightgown, which subtly revealed her

perfect figure. After a while, finding nothing interesting, I withdrew and eagerly waited for my senior to return.

Around 10 o'clock, he still hadn't come back. I was a little annoyed; fate was really against me.

I decided to give up, go to the bathroom to wash up and go to bed, because my boss had told me to be in the lab early the next morning

to familiarize myself with the work. After washing up, I went back to my bedroom, lay down, and read a magazine for a short while before going to bed. I had just gotten into bed...

Soon after, while I was thinking about my senior's wife's body, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

American apartments usually have two doors: the first is the entrance on the ground floor, and the second is your own

front door. Therefore, if a guest arrives, they must ring the doorbell outside the first door and then verify their identity via intercom before

the door can be opened. Before I could even react to the ringing, my senior's wife was already speaking into the intercom in the living room

. After a while, she opened the living room door. Someone had brought my senior back. From the person's voice, I learned that

he had been working overtime in the lab on a project, and after finishing, they had dinner together, but

he had gotten quite drunk.

Because the voice sounded familiar, I became curious and quietly

peeked through . To my surprise, it was my boss who had personally brought my senior back! But what surprised me even more was that

my senior's wife was still wearing that semi-transparent camisole nightgown, and when she supported him, her breasts

bounced lively in front of her chest. The boss's eyes kept wandering restlessly towards the opening of his senior's wife's pajamas.

The two of them helped their senior into the bedroom. I followed closely, peeking through the crack in the bedroom door. The boss

tossed his senior onto the bed like a dead pig, and his wife bent down to take off his shoes. Just then, an unexpected

scene unfolded.

The boss suddenly grabbed his senior's wife from behind, one arm around her

waist reaching under her pajamas and roughly grabbing her breasts. His lips pressed tightly against her slender

neck and small ear, kissing her. Holy crap, I was really startled! I wanted to see my senior and

his wife's lovemaking, but I never expected to see this!

His wife struggled a couple of times, but the boss quickly turned her around, facing him.

The boss skillfully pulled the straps of her nightgown to the sides, slipping it off her arms, leaving his senior's wife

completely naked from the waist up. Her two fair and tender nipples stood proudly erect, their light

pink . The boss grasped his senior's wife's nipples as if they were treasures,

mercilessly twisting them with his fingers. His lips followed, greedily plunging his tongue into her

mouth. She, surprisingly, responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, panting softly as she responded to his frenzied

kisses.

Not far from them, the senior lay snoring loudly.

The boss and his senior's wife continued their entangled kissing and caressing. The boss lewdly enjoyed the delicious treat before him

, kissing his way down from his senior's wife's mouth to her breasts, taking one of her hard,

erect nipples into his mouth and skillfully licking it with his tongue. His hand then reached for his senior's wife's buttocks,

squeezing them roughly. Meanwhile, his senior's wife's delicate hands expertly unzipped the boss

's jeans, revealing his penis and beginning to manipulate it.

Just then, the senior on the bed suddenly rolled over, nearly falling off. The adulterous couple were

startled and looked at him in a panic. He was still fast asleep. His wife went over and

carefully bent down to help him back onto the bed. In that instant, as she bent over and her buttocks protruded, the boss swiftly lifted

the back of her nightgown, pulling her red thong down to her thighs, and then thrust his ugly, thick penis

into his senior's wife's pink vagina.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack from behind, the senior's wife pounced on him. The boss,

seemingly blinded by excitement, disregarded the potential danger, gripping her buttocks and beginning

to thrust forcefully.

The poor wife, terrified, clung to her husband, her rear mercilessly

ravaged . Her naked breasts were pressed against his body, twisted into

various shapes with each thrust.

The sleeping senior instinctively placed his hand on his wife's bare back, completely unaware that his wife

was being brutally violated by his mentor. This scene made my blood boil; I wanted to burst in and join

them!

The boss's movements grew increasingly wild, and the senior's wife became more and more ecstatic. She even grabbed his hand and

rubbed it against her breasts. I thought with a smug satisfaction, "If only the senior would wake up!"

After about a dozen thrusts, the boss seemed unable to hold back any longer. His body trembled violently a few times

before he stopped, panting heavily. At this moment, his senior's wife was already limp and powerless on top of him.

The boss steadied himself, pulled out his penis, the glans still covered in thick semen. He casually grabbed the back of his senior's

wife 's nightgown, wiped the filth from his glans, patted her buttocks, and began to straighten his clothes.

I knew he was leaving, so I quickly retreated back into the room. Sure enough, a moment later I heard the door open. Damn,

this scene was too exciting! I couldn't resist jumping onto the bed, fantasizing and masturbating. But

then, I heard his senior's wife moaning from next door again…

Hearing this sound, I was startled. The boss was gone. Could it be… could it be that my senior

hadn't been ? This illicit thought immediately excited me. I quickly got up again and

peeked through the crack in the door.

The bedroom light was off, but moonlight streamed in from the balcony, making it clear that my senior

's wife was leaning against the headboard, her eyes slightly closed, her mouth half-open. One

hand was kneading her full breasts, while the other was rapidly rubbing between her legs. Her movements quickened, and

seductive "ah ah" sounds escaped her throat. Finally, the "ah ah" turned into a long whimper. She trembled twice and then

stopped moving, apparently having reached orgasm.

It seemed the boss's violent thrusting hadn't satisfied her fervent desires, so after he

left, she had to relieve herself. If it weren't for what I'd just witnessed, I might

have already thrust in, pulled out my big dick, and thoroughly satisfied her. But now, because of the boss

's relationship with her, I couldn't help but hesitate… after all, she was his possession.

I had planned to get up early to report to the lab the next day. But after a night of this, I couldn't get up.

When I finally woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. My senior brother was having breakfast in the living room, while his wife was carefully

peeling tea eggs for him, looking every bit the virtuous wife she had been in bed with yesterday.

But the red thong in the laundry basket in the bathroom, and the nightgown she wore last night

, proved that it had indeed happened.

When I got to the lab, I was naturally given a good scolding by the boss. I carefully observed this middle-aged man; the dark circles under

his thick glasses were clearly the result of excessive indulgence. I guessed he must have a very beautiful

wife, otherwise why would he have symptoms of kidney deficiency? But I was wrong; he did have a wife before, but they were

divorced. Later I learned that he hadn't spared any of the students in the lab; anyone with even a little bit of attractiveness

had fallen into his clutches… This naturally included my senior's wife, and even more unfortunately, my

girlfriend later didn't escape either…

Because I was a novice and knew nothing, I needed a senior student to mentor me, to teach me step by step. But

everyone was busy, so after some back and forth, I was assigned to a senior student named Tingting. She had just

given birth and was on three-month leave; her original project had already been taken over, so

she was relatively free, and the boss arranged for her to mentor me.

Senior Sister Tingting is about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She's very cute and loves to joke around. Because she

gave birth , her figure has recovered very well, unlike in China where women often

become overweight after having a baby. However, precisely because she has given birth, her breasts are extremely full. If you don't believe me, please see the pictures

below of her breastfeeding her baby (I'll explain how she took them below):

Since it's summer, Senior Sister Tingting is naturally dressed lightly, but she's not as provocative as my senior brother's wife, so she

's still wearing a proper bra. But Senior Sister Tingting wearing a bra is even more maddening, because every

now and then , her front gets soaked—soaked with breast milk, so she always has an alluring milky scent.

At the same time, her breasts stand up hard, pressing against the wet bra.

Every time this happened, she would go back to her office, lock herself in, and come out a while later

with a bottle of milky white liquid in her hand—her breast milk. She would use a breast pump to express the milk in her office

and store it in the lab's refrigerator, taking it home to feed her baby that evening.

I often imagined her expressing milk with the breast pump, so I would always watch her walk back to her

office from afar, even though I couldn't see anything after she closed the door. But one time, she went in and came out

a while later without anything in her hand. I was puzzled, and then a little while later, I saw the boss come out of her

office , seemingly still licking his lips with lingering satisfaction…

*** *** *** ***

And so my graduate studies officially began, and I gradually became familiar with the "unspoken rules" around me. Where there are

people there is a social hierarchy; where there is a social hierarchy, there are rules.

I gradually learned the ins and outs of some things. In fact, many of the female students had

relationships ; the boss only gave some inconsequential hints. Even if a female student disagreed, it couldn't be

used as evidence for the police. However, if I went along with him, there would naturally be many benefits; another point is that

couples in the US often live apart and are both sexually frustrated, so many female students objectively have needs too, so

what difference does it make who I sleep with?

But most importantly, my boss is incredibly skilled. This is what my girlfriend told me later. My boss

first slept with my girlfriend one summer. He asked her to attend a summer training

session at a national laboratory. At that time, my girlfriend and I were already living together. After I left, I had to ask a female student to drive

my girlfriend grocery shopping every week, as she didn't have a driver's license yet. Then one day,

there was a promotion for Cliquid cosmetics at a large shopping mall nearby. My girlfriend really

wanted to go, so she went to our department to find that female student (a large part of our lab is in the basement, where there is no cell phone

signal , and she wanted to ask her to go with her, but couldn't find her). She happened to run into my boss, who offered

to drive her there.

After buying the cosmetics, they bumped into the mall... An Express store was having a sale, and my girlfriend

couldn't resist going in to browse, with the owner following behind. Because it was weekday, the store

was nearly empty. My girlfriend picked out a few dresses and went into the fitting room, while the owner waited outside.

She found a short dress she really liked, but when she tried it on, the zipper at the back got caught on her hair and

she couldn't pull it up. She tried several times, but to no avail. Finally, she had to ask the owner

for help .

The owner, probably overjoyed, rushed into the fitting room. The dress was low-cut and strapless, perfectly

accentuating my girlfriend's sexy figure, because the dress had built-in...

The girlfriend

wasn't wearing a bra, so the boss could easily see the side of her full,

delicate . It's unclear if the boss was a little perverted, but it seemed the rear view

aroused his lust more. While pretending to help her zip up her pants, he suddenly hugged her from behind.

He gently pecked at her earlobe, her most sensitive spot; he lightly kneaded her breasts through

her skirt . The girlfriend was stunned. By the time she realized what was happening and tried to resist, her large breasts

were firmly in the boss's hands, and her nipples were hardened by his manipulation. Her resistance was

almost symbolic, as the boss had already rendered her limp. The boss slowly kissed her white neck,

one hand expertly stimulating her nipples and... His hand continued its downward movement, effortlessly reaching his girlfriend's vulva

through her panties.

The boss wasn't in a hurry to penetrate; he patiently rubbed her labia gently through her panties. Soon,

she became wet, and the boss then slipped his hand inside her panties, continuing the rubbing until she was overflowing with vaginal fluid

. Only then did he gently knead her clitoris. By this time, she was powerless to resist, completely at

his mercy .

But the boss didn't rush into anything. He simply squatted down, making her lean forward, and pulled down

her panties from behind. While continuing to stimulate her clitoris with his fingers, he

also lightly inserted his fingers into her vagina, simultaneously

licking her labia minora and perineum. The poor girlfriend couldn't bear it and couldn't help but

moan.

But the moaning alerted the shop assistant. She knocked on the fitting room door and asked, "Even

rything is okay?" The girlfriend then snapped out of her daze, hurriedly straightening her clothes. Once the shop assistant was

out of sight

, she quickly pushed the shop owner out, but she didn't notice that he had already stuffed her lace panties and bra into

his jeans pocket…

*** *** *** ***

I haven't been able to update regularly these past two days because of the "Sausage Chen" incident. As many netizens have seen, many

have a penchant for taking selfies and candid photos, and celebrities are no exception.

Also, some netizens questioned whether the story had a formula. That's natural, because it's all based on real

events (90% true, the other 10% had to be kept secret because a major incident happened

here , causing a huge uproar; revealing everything would be an invasion of privacy).

So how could there be a fixed script?

Although the professor has some character flaws, he's a very good scholar with ample research funding, so he has

many students. He's very strict with his students, especially the male ones; as for the females, well...

Since I'm a newbie, and my senior colleague Tingting has a child at home, we only spend a limited amount of time in the lab each day,

so I always manage to go home early. But my senior colleague is in a worse situation. Their project is a collaboration with the Department of Electronic Engineering

, and their equipment broke down once, requiring them to find someone else to repair it, which caused a significant delay and

put them . They have to work overtime at night to catch up. So, almost every night it's just me and his wife at home. This

situation inevitably makes me restless. Especially after my senior colleague's wife and I got to know each other, her

attire at home became increasingly casual. She never wears a bra, just a t-shirt or a nightgown.

Although she appears fully covered up, occasionally bending over always reveals a glimpse of her alluring pink skin.

Once, she was lying on the sofa, reading a magazine and eating snacks, her elbows propping her forward,

the opening of her short-sleeved t-shirt revealing her ample bosom.

At night, my senior always came home late, went straight to sleep, leaving his beautiful

wife alone beside him, unable to sleep. So, I could always hear her masturbating, those alluring moans kept me

tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She had a habit of cleaning herself in the bathroom after masturbating before going

to sleep , and after she came out, I would always sneak in, pick up her soaking wet panties,

examine them carefully, and then ejaculate on them…

Although I had the urge to have sex with her countless times, I always restrained myself because there was never a good

opportunity. Until summer vacation was almost over.

I arrived at school a month early, during summer vacation, but my unscrupulous boss immediately put me to

work. Just

as This class was originally set up during the summer to train international students and their families in English listening, speaking, reading, and

writing. Its purpose was twofold: to help them live in the US, and also because some international students needed to take a Test in English (TA

), which required passing an oral exam. Since their class was about to end, some classmates suggested

holding a party.

I don't know the details of the party, but I know my senior definitely couldn't attend. Not only could he not attend,

but he also had to work overtime that night. One of their samples, from start to finish and ready for testing, took at least 10

hours. The sample they made that afternoon had some problems and was unusable. The boss was furious and

made them redo it, so their group had to work overtime. So only my senior's wife went

to the party. I ran into her in the hallway when she left, coming back from school. She was wearing a

sexy tight top and a black mini-skirt, with the strap of her red bra deliberately peeking out from her fair shoulders

, giving her a cute yet alluring look.

Someone came to pick her up downstairs in a car. I peeked out the window and saw a Latino guy.

I was alone in the room again. I thought of the photo album in my senior's bedside table and wanted to

look at pictures of his wife. I excitedly went into their room and found

the clothes my senior's wife had just tried on scattered on the bed, including a pair of transparent yellow panties. Damn,

you don't have to try on clothes like that for a party!

I went to their bedside table and excitedly pulled out the last drawer. Maybe because I was so eager

, I actually pulled the drawer out completely!

As , I suddenly noticed something in the gap between the last drawer and the bottom of the bedside table.

Curiosity drove me to investigate. First, I pulled out a round box about the size of my palm. Opening it, I found

a jewelry box containing a ring, a bracelet, and a necklace. I'd never seen my senior's wife wear any of these before

; I figured they must be quite valuable. Setting the jewelry box aside, I continued rummaging and found a pair of

underwear. Looking at them closely, there was nothing special about them; they'd probably

fallen .

Then I touched something hard. Pulling it out, I saw it was a beautifully bound booklet.

The cover featured a photo of my senior's wife and the inscription: "Sculpting Youth."

I casually flipped it open—damn, it was a photo album! A completely nude photo album!

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