Love? Or sex?

At that time, the public relations department was going to collaborate with the design department on a business deal. As the team leader, I had a natural rapport with Qiao Bai at work. We were colleagues and roommates; fate seemed to have arranged everything for us to develop. Qiao Bai also fully demonstrated his decisiveness as a man. Every time we met, his expression was always the same, the fire in his eyes never concealed. His actions, a unique blend of gentleness and roguishness, were like a pantomime-style flirting with women. Of course, as a woman, I subconsciously used a strategy of playing hard to get. Qiao Bai's outstanding work led to a promotion within a month, making him the design team leader. On the day of his promotion, he asked me out, saying he'd treat me to a good meal and drinks. What could I possibly do with his meager salary compared to mine? Out of consideration for him, I let him treat me to a feast of pizza at Pizza Hut, followed by a night of karaoke at Qian Gui KTV. Exhausted, I exclaimed how refreshing it was. That night, Joe drank too much beer, and I overheard him vaguely talking about women and love. I watched him closely from the side. Have you ever seen the "Discobolus" sculpture by the great Greek sculptor Myron? Joe's body was almost a carbon copy of that sculpture. "Mantong," he said, pursing his thin lips and swirling his glass. "Jacques," he said, scrutinizing me and speaking in a low, hoarse voice, "a woman must find a husband who treats her well, someone as caring as me." I also swirled my glass, the irregularly shaped ice chips tapping against the glass with a clinking sound, the complex edges and cross-sections of the ice reflecting starlight. I suddenly leaned close to his ear and said, "Are you using me as a snack? Qiao Bai, stop making fun of me." Looking at his self-satisfied expression, I almost burst out laughing. "Qiao Bai, you can take care of people? Besides picking up girls...""What else can instant coffee do? Hehe." I teased him, catching a glimpse of his hard, broad chest through the gap in the collar of his shirt, which had a few buttons undone. The muscles were deeply ingrained, and I could imagine that even in winter, the bulky cotton coat couldn't hide the beautiful contours of his body. Could I tell anyone that I was gazing at that muscular physique that would make any woman blush with the desire of a child asking for candy? But I knew certain facts, like my boyfriend, forbade me from getting what I wanted to satisfy my impulses and desires, no matter how harmless it might be. I had to endure it, watching him talk eloquently in front of me. His face was dark, with a rugged nose and mouth. Beneath his broad forehead were a pair of long eyes. Just looking at that face and that body, most girls would like him. Yes, even I seemed a little infatuated, or perhaps I was drunk? Perhaps Qiao Bai was feigning drunkenness to sober up, for he suddenly pulled me into his burning embrace, his face very close. The summer heat, combined with the earlier wildness, meant that despite the strong air conditioning in the private room, our bodies were radiating heat from the alcohol. He tightened his arms around my waist, and fine beads of sweat glistened on our skin. The friction between our sweaty bodies created a sticky, wet sensation. Whether it was from the alcohol or the sticky sweat, my head felt heavy as lead, and I didn't even resist when Qiao Bai took a sip of his drink and fed it to me—a rather inappropriate act. Seeing that I wasn't buying it, Qiao Bai smirked and suddenly suggested, "How about we dance?" "He's crazy. This is a karaoke place," I said, surprised. "What, Lu Mantong, you don't seem like such a rigid woman," he retorted with a smirk. "You can dance? You rascal." "I retorted sarcastically. "There's no such thing as 'can't' or 'can't.' Those so-called dances have no technique whatsoever. I used to go to nightclubs a lot. It's nothing more than two people hugging intimately and swaying around in a space less than a foot square. The only advantage is intimacy." "So someone here is an experienced veteran." "What? Mind?" He bit my ear. "From now on, I'll only dance with you." Just then, a slow dance song came on at the karaoke bar, and Qiao Bai hugged me and started dancing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my face against his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat. I felt my brain shrink from the intense stimulation; my consciousness was like it had just taken drugs, my brainwaves turbulent. Even though I tensed my body and closed my eyes tightly, I couldn't hide Qiao Bai's heartbeat, and I could smell his strong masculine scent in my breath. I wondered if I would become addicted to this feeling. The music was melodious, and Qiao Bai turned off all the lights in the room. In this dim, secluded, and decadent space, I closed my eyes and began to daydream. I imagined dancing naked with Qiao Bai on the beach, and unconsciously entered a light, floating state. A couple swayed and moved to the rhythm of the dance. Soon, Qiao Bai and I both had a direct physical reaction. Lu Mantong wore a pink, low-cut lace dress tonight, her breasts barely concealed by the fabric, her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue. She probably had no idea that from the moment she entered the room, the men in the room had been staring at her, even the man with his girlfriend beside him was staring at her prominent breasts. Why were they looking at her? This woman was destined to belong entirely to me. I craved her body, craved to possess her quickly, right here! And now, her soft, heaving breaths in my arms, the natural moans of pain and pleasure emanating from her throat, her flushed face contorting in an alluring way—all these seductive gestures represented the impatient invitation from within her. I've always firmly believed that the friendship cultivated between men and women in bed is love; whether it's true love or not, we'll see. The bulge beneath her trousers was hard and pressed against her abdomen, rubbing up and down through the thin yet cumbersome layers of fabric, occasionally slipping in and out between her legs. The lovely little woman subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, unintentionally arousing me even more, and arousing herself as well; the wet patch on her underwear was the best proof. My hand caressed her slender waist, from her shoulder to her buttocks, even following her buttocks to that triangular groin, parting the thin fabric to directly touch her wet vulva. My restless index and middle fingers tentatively slid between her buttocks, unintentionally inserting into her passage from behind. Clearly, there was a distinct contraction between her vaginal walls caused by numbness, itchiness, and a strange impulse. I stopped just in time, before she could recover from the pleasure, and quickly withdrew my fingers. I moved to the front, her abdomen, her thighs, and then to those alluring breasts. "No, no..." She twisted against her will, resisting slightly. It's not appropriate for a man to respect a woman's wishes in situations like this; that's what my girlfriends taught me. When it's time to be a wolf, don't be a gentleman; more often than not, we should be a gentlemanly wolf. I tightly wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing our lower bodies even closer together, while my other hand unhesitatingly and unceremoniously slipped into her bra, kneading my wonderfully soft breasts, squeezing and pulling at her hard nipples. "Take your unruly hands off me!" "Lu Mantong gave a soft, coquettish cry, but her body offered no resistance. I heard my own heavy breathing, and my mind was already fantasizing about pulling down her panties and thrusting in with a soft thud! Beautiful women are always a man's dream. Especially with a beauty like Lu Mantong in my arms, the feeling is unimaginable. Appreciating beauty is human nature, but since I could possess such a gem, why let it slip away? I not only wanted to admire her, but also felt a thirst for possession. Sexual hunger makes men restless, and driven by beauty, the desire intensifies. Since I couldn't get her to cooperate, I changed my target, lowered my head, and kissed her breasts. I easily bit her nipple through her dress vest. Lu Mantong seemed to have been struck by lightning, suddenly losing all resistance, only able to lie there groaning. The room was dimly lit, and the music just masked the moans. This environment, ironically, gradually removed the pressure. I forgot that others might have barged in, forgot we were in a public place. All of this ignited a man's restless, primal instincts. I reveled in the thrill of being spied on. Several times I tried to enter Lu Mantong's body, but her writhing movements always managed to push me away. Yet I didn't give up. In the end, she didn't escape. Actually, I knew she didn't really want to escape; the atmosphere and the physical stimulation I was giving her were blurring her senses. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and crouched slightly. My heart pounded, and even my penis twitched involuntarily. Novelty—when enjoying sex, men crave endless new tricks, the more dangerous, the more exciting! This woman is mine, and even in public, I must assert my ownership! Her body writhed like an eel. While sucking on her nipples to distract her, I reached down and pulled down her panties, revealing her entire lower body. I slightly parted her legs and slid inside. The intense, tight pleasure made me grip her buttocks tightly, allowing my penis to fully experience the sensation. Ah, the slippery, warm passage, the intense pressure from the flesh walls, seemed to be draining me dry. The little woman gritted her teeth and let out a soft "ah." The feeling of fullness I gave her made her involuntarily clench her legs. Slowly, I moved in and out of her body, stealthily. Although my movements were small, each insertion into her wet vagina produced a loud squelching sound, sounding extremely lewd. "Is it good?" I raised an eyebrow, deliberately asking the little woman who was completely lost in the sensation of my thrusting. "What do you think?" "I didn't expect Lu Mantong to still be in the mood to wrestle with me at this point. I didn't like her not answering my questions, so I decided to punish her. I suddenly raised her right leg, widening her vulva, and my rapidly withdrawn penis suddenly thrust back in, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I transformed into a wolf, a tiger, and charged wildly. To conquer this woman, I had to start with her body! Every woman enjoys being ravaged by a man in this possessive way. His tongue slipped into my ear, deep into my ear canal, stirring it. His breathing was rapid, and his hands gripped my waist on both sides. I suddenly had a thought: how wonderful it must be to be his woman." His lower body slowly inserted into and withdrew from my wet, muddy kettle. I moaned softly, gently biting his slightly stubbled cheeks and neck, then licking every inch of his lips. My left wrist pressed against his prominent shoulder blade, my right wrist touching his undulating spine, and I let out soft, watery cries. Every inch of his face slowly became covered with my saliva. A groaning, almost worshipful, torment filled my desire, both pleasurable and painful. His erection was suppressed within me, not enough, far from enough.Not enough, but there was nothing I could do. Qiao Bai's hands explored downwards, kneading my delicate skin; his fingers, however, were rough. These two contrasting extremes created a stark contrast and sharp stimulation. "You woman, you're already this wet before you even climaxed," he said, a hint of surprise in his voice, a touch of wickedness in his tone. I hummed in response. Love, perhaps it had been gradually building since our first meeting, transforming into overflowing fluids. My body was open to him; I had long awaited his touch. So, in that moment of acceptance, I still felt a pang of pain. A pain that mingled with my heart. A pain of emotion, a pain of anticipation. All I could do was cooperate, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and rising on my tiptoes, one leg he lifted, gripping his hips—my firm, sexy hips. Cooperating with his thrusts. This was breaking the rules, and I would soon learn that once this path was crossed, the derailed train would be difficult to stop. His penis grew harder, faster, and heavier. My vagina grew wetter, the space narrowing, tightening. Qiao Bai's heavy breath sent waves of heat through my neck, intensifying my excitement. He cupped my buttocks in his hands, pressing me forcefully against his body. I enveloped him, the almost writhing warmth transforming into the mechanical thrusting and withdrawing of a hammer, our bodies pounding together. I grew increasingly aroused, biting my lip to stifle a sound. He scraped hard against my body, and I gradually lost control. His breath traveled through my entire body through my most sensitive ears. I began to struggle, but he held me tightly. The more I struggled, the more suppressed I became, involuntarily screaming. The screams echoed throughout the room, perhaps even spilling out, while my body, driven by dangerous pleasure, contracted even more tightly, trembling and shuddering, drawing his penis in wantonly. It was so deadly, like drowning, a feeling of losing control of life. My heart screamed: Faster, faster, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me hard! Qiao Bai reveled in the sudden pleasure. Finally, after a series of even more intense and powerful thrusts, gushes of heat, like volcanic lava, surged deep into my body, soothing my uterus as if it were immersed in hot soup. He asked with pride and conquest, yet feigning ignorance, "Baby, why were you moaning so loudly just now?" "You bastard!" I snapped, trying to push him away, but only holding him tighter. My whole body felt limp yet incredibly pleasurable, a sense of relief and ease, like a long-accumulated pressure being suddenly released, letting my body float after the orgasm. "I'm going to pull out," he sneered, shrugging. "Okay..." I hesitated, my words filled with reluctance. He laughed, "You said okay, look at you." He understood my needs. I frantically pushed him away, my still-shrinking passage finally managing to squeeze out his limp penis, bringing with it a large amount of turbid fluid mixed with both of our bodily fluids. "You bastard!" You actually came inside me. "I want our first time together to be intimate and uninhibited," Qiao Bai chuckled, looking every bit the rogue. "You're just thinking about your own pleasure, aren't you?" "You didn't object, and you enjoyed it, didn't you?" Two consecutive rhetorical questions left me speechless. Was it love? Or just sex? I was confused by my own confusion. And that night, I never imagined that I would one day truly entrust myself to this scoundrel. [The End]

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