[A Certain Case of Corruption] (A Certain Case of Corruption) (189) [Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live]

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189, Back Brick
The secretary, relying on his memory, recalled the appearance of various parts of the woman's body, where there were scars, where hair grew
, the distribution of body hair, etc. He made them reappear before his eyes. "Hehe." Doing this,
the man couldn't help but smile at the woman somewhat embarrassedly.
",, " The woman was nervous inside, not knowing that the man was watching porn, but instead thought that he disdained her
offering. But it was too late to back out now. She could only force a smile in response.
"Her breasts are large, full, yet soft and sagging, not like papayas, more like sacks
." Looking at the woman's clothes, the clerk thought, "While not quite to
the point of 'figure-eight' breasts (the breast shape of a middle-aged woman), they certainly don't look good without a bra." The man's
mind was playing out pornographic films and comments from sophisticated viewers.
Today, the woman's clothes, though simple, fit her well, outlining her body. If she were
on the street, she would definitely turn heads. But that's for annoying people to look at. Different people have
different interests when examining the opposite sex, and their focus is different.
"Her thighs are thick, and her calves aren't very long. At the bottom are two small, white, and fleshy feet. But
this woman exudes an inescapable, rich feminine scent. If she were a book
, she would definitely be an introductory document full of exquisite pictures of a woman's body! What is beauty, what is suitability
, what is comfortable to handle—it's all written here."
"Then let's begin," the man thought.
Unlike last time, when it was so difficult and hesitant, upon hearing the secretary speak, the woman
darted forward like an athlete at the starting line. She actually took off her blue and white floral-print blouse herself.
The man didn't need to say it a second time. This was a good woman. But she didn't take off her bra.
The secretary was somewhat excited. He had been with many singers and beauties. If those women wanted to hold concerts here,
or if their families needed his help, they had to offer themselves first. But those were all artificial, superficial
, just on the surface. When he was playing with them, he always felt a little uncomfortable. Even if they had good figures, he would think about how they
had injected hyaluronic acid into their noses, had their eyes opened, their jawbones cut, double eyelids, hair transplants, and cheekbone
lifts. If you had seen those bloody surgeries, the timid would be scared half to death; but the one in front of him was truly natural,
the best of nature, something that had permeated a woman's entire being; even something from her own system.
Of course, the man didn't force her. He knew that this woman's appearance would
deteriorate if she removed her bra. Now, with her bra on, he could see two alluring mounds of flesh, soft and white, even her cleavage was flattened.
The cleavage area was originally the dividing line between two mounds of white flesh, two high walls of flesh.
The woman continued without instruction, this time performing exceptionally well, completely lacking the seemingly shy and
affected expression of the last time. 'Back then, if he had just asked, the woman would have dared to put her clothes back on and leave immediately.' This
time was different.
The woman readily took off her trousers, and then, without hesitation, one leg at a time,
took off her underwear.
The man's eyes lit up.
Directly in front of his eyes was a wall of snow-white flesh; a tuft of pubic hair, like a Japanese man's
mustache, adorned the full woman's mons pubis, the sparse hair revealing the white skin beneath. Beautiful privacy, unrestrained sexual
characteristics—all so blatantly displayed before a complete stranger.
The secretary wasn't lacking in women, but such high-quality specimens still quite shocked him. Last time
, he was too busy enjoying himself to appreciate them. Actually, appreciating women (or men) is a very beautiful thing, a fact many
don't understand. When there's no opportunity, they close their eyes and daydream, neglecting to appreciate; when the opportunity arises, they rush
into bed. Afterwards, they have even less time to appreciate. "Halt. Don't move!" Thinking this, the secretary hurriedly said, inadvertently 　　using jargon
from his decades of police experience . 　　Then, the most unexpected scene unfolded. With a "snap," the woman indeed 　　stood there perfectly still. She was a well-trained professional. 　　The man was startled, but immediately understood. This action gave him a good idea. He had trained 　　so many female soldiers, but had never tried nude drill training with them. 'Why not try it now?' 　　the man thought, 'But will they agree?' 　　The woman remained standing there perfectly still. In the police force, she was a woman accustomed to a carefree attitude, 　　always slacking off during drills. But that didn't mean she couldn't march in formation. 　　"About turn!" The man decided to give it a try; if it didn't work, so be it! Unexpectedly, in his haste, he pronounced "turn" 　　as "brick." As he spoke, the secretary unconsciously rubbed his hands together in front of his eyes, waiting for a 　　miracle to happen. 　　"..." There was a moment of silence. She hesitated for a second or two, but... 　　the woman finally carried out the order, turning around with standard formation movements. With a "snap," her feet 　　came together. The movement was crisp and clean, clearly the result of years of training. The entire movement was perfectly standard 　　, clean and efficient, completed in one go. 　　He didn't get to see the stunning sight of the woman's breasts trembling violently. But there was no time to regret it, because this 　　turn revealed an even more glamorous view from behind. Absolutely breathtaking! Seeing this, the secretary couldn't help 　　but gasp. 　　After the woman turned around, the secretary was almost stunned. Between the two naturally hanging 　　arms, which are brought together on either side of the body, the woman's back is as smooth, white, and clean as the straight ice wall of an Arctic glacier.

Two long, white legs, straight and firm; two slender calves, without a single fleshy ridge. Between the buttocks and thighs
, two opposing forces stubbornly squeezed out a fleshy ridge.
'So this is what a woman's buttocks look like when she's standing!' He had once walked around to
the side and back of the female soldiers' formation during his inspection of new recruits, hands behind his back, carefully observing from the side. They weren't this pert.
A comprehensive assessment could be summarized in one sentence: 'Wide shoulders and hips, narrow waist and legs, flawless white skin.'
The secretary couldn't help but stand up and stroke the woman's shoulders, buttocks, and slender waist...
The woman stood there motionless, perfectly straight, eyes fixed straight ahead, seemingly undisturbed
.
'What a good soldier.' The secretary praised sincerely.
'How many years have you been a policeman?'
'Reporting, sir, five years.'
'Now, listen to my command. Left... brick.' The secretary gave another concise command.
The woman indeed turned ninety degrees perfectly, facing the man sideways.
The man sat back down.
Looking at the woman's profile again, she was even more striking. In the light streaming from the opposite side, her bra
was full and rounded, the lower half of its silhouette a perfect arc, the upper half a straight line
, with a small, slightly upturned protrusion at the midpoint—a tiny nipple. The nipple practically filled the bra
. This indicated that the woman's breasts were large enough that no thick padding was needed for added texture.
Her full, rounded buttocks also stood out prominently. However, what caught the secretary's eye most was
a rarely noticed area: the side of the woman's pubic area.
The woman was completely naked from the waist down, and from the side, her already ample pubic area
was further accentuated by a cascade of shiny, tangled black hair, like a witch's tresses. The tangled mess of hair, each strand
with a sharp tip, meandered and snaked towards her genitals; it resembled
Medusa's hair, each strand a venomous snake; it was like mycelium growing on moldy tofu,
striving to expand its dark living space, evil and fearless. The secretary's heart melted at the sight.
"At ease. Dismissed," he commanded.
The woman relaxed from her standing position. Hands behind her back, left leg spread to the left. Then she completely relaxed. Turning
around, she said, "You take your clothes off too, don't keep staring at me." As soon as she was freed, the woman squatted naked
beside the secretary. Hunched over, she clamped her legs tightly around her genitals. She placed one hand
on the man's thigh, the other on his foot, pleadingly looking up.
"Okay, okay," he said, "at this point, you're a blockhead."
With the man's consent, the woman helped him quickly undress. Completely naked, the man remained
seated in the same spot, motionless.
"It's so big! It's moving!" the woman said, somewhat coquettishly.
"..." The man knew what she meant and actually looked down at his manhood, thinking it was worthy of
this beautiful woman.
"So big!" the woman scooped up the heavy man's penis.
"Want a condom?" the man asked, seemingly indifferent but confident.
"I'm not sick. I have an IUD," the woman told him. She was too trusting; people with
illnesses never admitted it.
"I'm not sick either," the man indeed said.
The woman believed him and straddled his hairy thighs, completely naked.
"Sit down a little. Okay, slow down," the woman directed him to slide down.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" the secretary said, patting the girl's shoulder.
"Huh?" the girl was a little stunned, unsure what to do.
"Come on. Let's go inside." The secretary patted the girl's soft bottom from behind again. "There's a mirror inside
. Stand in front of it."
Behind the secretary's desk was a small door leading to the rooftop. Before the elevator was a spacious
bedroom, which Qiongjiang had seen before. She stood up from the man's lap again. Brushing aside some hair that was obstructing her eyes,
she asked shamelessly, "Should I take my clothes?"
"Yes," the man said. "We'll go that way in a bit."
The woman hastily pulled her clothes up from the floor, picked up her shoes, and went inside barefoot, carrying the clothes.
At this point, she was very open, without any sense of shame.
When the man also entered the bedroom, the girl was standing in front of the mirror. The mirror was large, like a movie
screen, taking up an entire wall. The air was humid and stuffy. The secretary turned on the air conditioner.
The man saw a woman in the mirror who exuded youthful charm from head to toe, and felt that he had become
much younger.
The woman turned around, put down her clothes, and turned her back to the mirror.
"Turn around. Face the mirror. Let's look at each other," the man said.
"No..."
"What's wrong?"
"It feels like someone's peeping," the woman said, straightening her shoulders and tightening her body.
"Nothing's wrong. Turn around."
The girl saw the man behind her in the mirror. She looked at her body again.
Although she was a little overweight, her sexual signals were very strong; while the man's body, although well-maintained
and regularly exercised, was, after all, older, with loose skin and a somewhat brittle appearance.
The woman raised her hand, first flicking it and then gathering her hair. This showed that she was no longer afraid. As she gathered
her hair, her entire front opened up. Facing such a large mirror, she saw
a sight she had never seen before.
"I'll take off your bra," the man behind her said.
"No," the woman refused. She knew what it would look like without it. "
It's inconvenient to wear it," the man said, "It feels like you want to have sex while clothed."
"Okay then," the girl couldn't argue with her boss. She had no choice but to agree. Her arms were flexible; she could
reach over her shoulder with one hand and under her waist with the other to remove the hook from behind.
"That's right," the man said.
As the woman was still searching for a place to put her bra, she felt a large hand land on her shoulder. The man
's hands were strong and powerful; he placed both hands on the woman's rounded shoulders. The battle was about to begin,
and there was no time to adjust her uniform. Just like during World War II, when Japanese aircraft carriers had to scramble
to intercept the enemy, the officer on duty shouted from the control tower, "Pilots may urinate anywhere on the deck!"
The woman had to abandon her plan to put her bra away and tossed it to the ground. Because the main event was about to begin
.
Immediately, the man's strong arms pulled the two closer, and the woman leaned back and turned her head, and the two kissed
.
Then, the man's large hands moved from the woman's shoulders, one pressing on her lower abdomen, and the other supporting
her breast. The man's broad chest pressed against the woman's back, and she immediately felt a deep
weight.
At this moment, the man's head reached over the woman's shoulder from behind. His stubble-covered chin pressed
against the woman's delicate shoulder skin. He whispered in her ear, "If you regret it, it's not too late."
"What's there to regret?" the girl said.
Then the man's stubble-covered lips kissed her again. He lifted her heavy, sagging
breasts and said, "They're big."
"I really don't understand. Why do men like this?" the woman said, somewhat perceptively.
"Heh. They like other things too."
Immediately, the girl felt something being inserted between her legs from behind. She knew
what it was, but didn't know how he intended to use it.
What was bound to happen eventually happened, and the stalemate was quickly broken. The man pushed the woman forward, making her place her hands on
his knees. At this moment, the girl's back formed a slanted line, not very beautiful, but rather rather
vulgar. But this didn't stop the man from thrusting hard into her from behind.
After a dozen or so "gurgling" thrusts, the man suddenly remembered something; he actually thought
he hadn't appreciated it enough, and pulled out his tool again. A man's self-control is revealed in this moment. He
turned to face the woman, pulling her tightly into his arms. A large hand rubbed against her hip
.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked.
"I don't want to move. Isn't this nice?"
The woman held her breath, savoring this moment of tenderness.
Their skin was warm and moist, both able to feel each other's presence and immense allure.
If the woman had been forcing a smile before, she was now somewhat aroused, her breathing becoming uneven
, and she began to actively rub her touched areas against the man's hand, responding to his touch.
After a while, the girl didn't want to continue the teasing; she clearly wanted a quick end to it. At this moment, the woman
saw a low sofa in the room and suggested, "You sit on the sofa. You don't need to move, I'll move."
The man actually retreated to the sofa, adopting a relaxed posture. He interlaced his fingers behind his head,
leaving the front entirely exposed to the woman.
The woman squatted down beside the man, using her plump, pitted fingers to lift his manhood. She leaned forward and
placed her small mouth on his penis. She had never served her husband like this before.
The woman licked his penis with her tongue, while her small hands grasped the hard shaft, pulling
down the foreskin, which had been covering the glans, so suddenly
it was gone! It had been pulled down to near the testicles. The woman's
saliva that had been stuck to the foreskin had dried in the cool breeze.

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