[It's all the iPhone's fault] [Author: wfh521fzh] [Central China]

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We technicians usually don't have to attend meetings after the early shift and can leave early, but the daily mobilization meeting and end-of-shift summary meeting for the production line are mandatory. But I didn't leave because before leaving, I had already orchestrated a self-directed and self-acted play of feigned indifference with Foreman Liu.

Ten minutes before the end of the shift, all the employees on line C had already tidied up the production line and lined up in front of it. Foreman Liu started by saying: "Everyone, you've all worked hard on the night shift, but the company values results. Even if you play all night, as long as the output is sufficient and the NG (noise, damage, and errors) targets are met, you've done a great job. Conversely, if you're exhausted but the output is insufficient and the NG is too high, in the boss's eyes, it's all zero. Everyone did a good job last night, and the output was sufficient, but there were a lot of NGs. We'd like to have the technicians explain the technical aspects to everyone, so please listen carefully." And I must say, this lecherous guy's lines were quite spot-on. I walked to the front of the line, feigning seriousness:

"Brothers and sisters, everyone's been working the night shift and is exhausted, so I'll get straight to the point. I'm mainly responsible for the technical management of lines A, B, and C. To be honest, our line C has the worst output and NG index among the three lines. Of course, we have more new employees on our line, which is also due to customer reasons. But all three lines have the same workstations, and as everyone knows, there's practically no technical skill involved. So it's not a matter of knowing or not knowing, or being proficient or not. The key is being conscientious and responsible. You all go home early to eat and sleep every day, but Liu, the foreman, and I get a severe scolding from the manager (actually, it's not that bad; I'm just saying that to set up the intimidating words below).

I know it wasn't easy for everyone to get into this factory, after all, the factory's profits and wages are much higher than similar factories in the area, and some colleagues even spent a thousand or two on job placement. But there's really no other way; Liu and I are under a lot of pressure, so we're planning to suggest to the production department that we add some new people to our line C. This means some colleagues will be laid off." But don't panic, everyone. I still hope you can all stay. After all, old friends are always better than new ones. Actually, from my observation, every employee on our C line is outstanding, handsome men and beautiful women, and their looks and abilities are on par with any other line. If you're willing, I believe you can not only do a good job, but even compete for an advanced production line. However, if any colleagues are still slacking off and making mistakes after today, then it's our duty as foreman Liu and me to apologize in advance. Everyone, it's a matter of heaven or hell. You're all adults and know how to make choices. After saying that, I scanned the crowd. Most colleagues looked worried. I specifically looked at Z, W, and L. Z had an ambiguous expression, as if he was glad he had fallen into my arms last night.

Foreman Liu led the applause and said obsequiously, "The technician spoke well. I hope everyone will take it seriously. I don't believe our C line can't beat those other lines." Then he announced that everyone was off work. After the colleagues left, we smiled at each other. Today, we directed this scene to intimidate them from the inside out, to make them understand two things: 1. Their lives and deaths are entirely in our hands. 2. To establish my authority, to break down their resistance, and to build momentum for the "talent show."

As I told Z last night, I waited at the company entrance. Z arrived quickly and smiled at me. I called a Didi (ride-hailing service) and soon returned to my rented apartment. Z was stunned as soon as she entered. "What did you do before? Rent in this neighborhood is expensive. You rent a one-bedroom apartment all by yourself and take taxis to and from work," Z asked in surprise. "No, no," I mimicked Bao Butong's tone, "It's not just me renting, it's two people." "Ah!" Z's mouth dropped open, even more surprised. She immediately looked at the balcony and the bathroom and asked, "Who else is there?" I chuckled, thinking, "So fond of 'surprise,' I'll let you 'eat your fill' later!" But I said aloud, "You're right here, not far away, but right in front of me." Z then realized that the other roommate I mentioned was her. She immediately thought of living with me, her face flushed, and she murmured, "How can this be..." The moment I saw her seductive look, my penis instantly hardened. I thought, "Damn, she's still pretending to be reserved in front of me. And you know what? She's so convincing! If you didn't know her lewd nature, you'd really think you'd struck gold and met a goddess."

I loudly recited Song Yu's poem, saying affectionately to Z, "You are my daughter, even Xi Shi isn't as beautiful as you in my eyes..." Indeed, women love to be praised for their beauty, especially those who consider themselves peerless beauties. She might not understand the classical Chinese above, but everyone knows Xi Shi's beauty. I deliberately said those disgusting, cheesy compliments to smooth over the transactional feeling between us, hoping she'd willingly serve me. Seeing her shy, downcast expression, I knew the time was right, so I pulled her into my arms, breathed into her ear, and French kissed it. I knew that was a sensitive spot. She quickly went limp in my arms. I pressed my advantage and French kissed her back. Her breath was clean after a night shift, which was a big plus. Clean girls always maximize a man's testosterone levels.

I quickly unbuttoned her blouse, pulled her bra down to her breasts, and started frantically sucking. Her breasts were bigger than I'd estimated, probably an F cup. I could easily press them together and suck both nipples simultaneously. These big breasts were universally appealing, definitely licked a lot, yet the nipples were still pink. This delighted me. I ate and licked her breasts like a madman. She could no longer stand and slid to the ground. My lust was already raging, and I couldn't wait to go to bed. I picked her up and placed her on the living room sofa, the height of which was perfect for me to squat. I took off her top and bra, revealing her figure more clearly. Although not thin, her shape was perfect, with large, white breasts. According to historical records, she should be of the voluptuous type like Yang Guifei.

But voluptuous women are afraid of lying flat. Lying down causes their breasts to sag and droop. Brother Niu was right, gravity works. Any large breast that doesn't sag when lying flat is undoubtedly a silicone breast. Seeing her real breasts naked before my eyes, my brain felt like it was being hammered. I could no longer maintain any rationality. I frantically rubbed and kneaded, chasing her right breast, while taking her left nipple directly into my mouth, frantically circling, licking, sucking, and nibbling. She truly lived up to her long-standing "semen" test; her moans were incredibly unrestrained and ecstatic. If I weren't equally experienced in this kind of sexual activity, I probably would have ejaculated just from hearing those moans. Encouraged, I licked my way down her breasts. My right hand slipped directly inside her pants. Even before touching her genitals, I could feel the intense heat, as if a fiery mountain was hidden in my crotch. I intended to use my licking technique to make her fly. But when my hand touched her genitals, I was wrong. This wasn't a vagina, but a flooded area from a burst dam. Her entire crotch, including her buttocks, was soaked, a complete mess. Licking a vagina like this was impossible if you put your head into a pond. "

Damn," I whispered in her ear, "The flood is quite severe. Watch how I, Brother Yu, control it." Then I pulled down her pants. Her buttocks arched high, as if afraid I was too slow. Her underwear was soaked, like it had just been pulled out of a washing machine.

"What a vagina!" I exclaimed sincerely when I saw her genitals. Not much pubic hair, plump and shapely vulva, a genuine steamed bun vagina. What's even more remarkable is that her vulva and nipples are still relatively pink. I always thought that being fucked too much would make her vagina very dark. This completely overturned my understanding. Okay, let me darken her! A man's pursuit of a pink vulva isn't just about purity. It's more about wanting to darken it himself. This kind of mark is more permanent than a tattoo. In the end, it's still a kind of possessiveness.

This kind of body is something only Yang Guifei possessed, and now it's right in front of me. I instantly understood the heartache of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang at Mawei Slope when he was forced to order Yang Guifei's death: You bunch of traitors, my steamed bun vulva!!

Thinking that once she got her position in three months, I might become another Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. I could only seize every second to enjoy this body that seemed to belong only in heaven, rarely seen on earth. I continued to frantically suckle her nipples, my right hand lightning-fast playing with her clitoris. When she was close to climax, I switched to digging into her vagina, then playing with her clitoris again, switching back and forth several times. I pushed her climax point to its absolute limit, then directly inserted my fingers into her vagina, one, two, three. I didn't expect her vagina to be so tight, I could only fit three fingers in at most. Suddenly I heard her scream, and then her buttocks shook like a leaf. She had a complete climax, and her vaginal fluid sprayed onto my hand like urine. She sprayed several times in a row. Seeing that she could still ejaculate, how could I stop there? I withdrew one finger, quickly found her G-spot, and started rubbing it.

Her vagina was too sensitive after the climax, and then I played with her G-spot. It was too stimulating. She couldn't take it at all and subconsciously tried to push my hand away. Of course I understand what it means to be unable to stop. If I don't press my advantage this time and bring her to an unforgettable climax, I'm afraid I won't be able to do whatever I want with her anymore. I used my left hand to hold her hands to one side. My mouth was still sucking on her breasts. My right hand was still tapping, kneading, and pressing her G-spot. Her vaginal fluid shot out like a water gun, each time she screamed, her buttocks twisting incessantly from the repeated orgasms. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my arms. Women are all like this, half prostitute and half fierce woman. Her arms wouldn't let me continue, but her legs were afraid I would pull my hands away.

My arms, legs, the sofa, even my shirt were covered in her vaginal fluid. I figured that was about enough; any more and she'd get dehydrated. I suddenly and quickly pulled my right hand away and released my left. She plummeted from the heights of climax, her moans still lingering. I knew this burning desire couldn't be extinguished, otherwise arousing her again would be difficult. In a few seconds, I stripped myself completely naked. I lay on top of her, our naked bodies entwined. Her abruptly ended climax was like grasping a lifeline; she clung to me desperately, as if wanting to become one with me. I gripped her breasts like a steering wheel, passionately kissing her. My penis rubbed between her legs, sawing back and forth like a blade. With each rub, she moaned louder. I deliberately teased her, asking, "Should I go inside?" "Fuck you?" At this point, she had completely turned into a bitch; all her pretense and orgasm were nothing compared to that. "Quick, quick, fuck me, fuck me like crazy!" Z kept urging. "Haha, I laughed as soon as I heard that. Call me husband, beg me to fuck you, quick." I continued to tease. "Husband, I beg you, fuck me quickly, fuck me to death!" Z was completely lost in the orgasm... I couldn't hold back any longer either; if I didn't fuck her, I'd end up empty-handed. That would be incredibly embarrassing. I directly lifted her legs onto my shoulders, my hands tightly gripping her breasts. My cock plunged straight in. Then I began thrusting like a storm. "Come on." Z was reactivated, moaning loudly. Of all the women I've fucked, Z's performance in bed is the wildest, the one I love the most. During the months I was fucking her, I filmed almost every time. It's because her performance in bed is so captivating. My 128GB phone memory is completely filled by her. Her recklessness during fucking, her wild moans during orgasm, her pleas for me to fuck her, the gushing of her juices, the dazed look in her eyes as she kneels before me licking my cock and asshole... these scenes surpass all Japanese AVs, becoming my daily must-watch, I can't fall asleep if I don't watch them every night.

After a hundred powerful thrusts, a final, heavy pounding, pressing her ass tightly against mine, and frantically ejaculating inside. Countless ejaculations. I don't know how many times I've ejaculated, but I know that if I had a choice, I would rather die inside her, completely drained of my essence. Even dying inside her would be a romantic death.

After the storm came silence. We lay on the sofa like rag dolls, our bodies still tightly embracing. We lay there quietly, too weak to speak. I don't know how long it was before she finally spoke. "

You were so intense, you almost drove me crazy. It's been so long since I've had such a satisfying, sweaty lovemaking session. It's tiring, but so comfortable," she said, savoring the moment. I found it amusing and chimed in, "Hehe, you're pretty good too, beautiful inside and out. I'd be willing to die on your belly." Then I casually asked, "With such a great figure, a lot of guys must want to fuck you, right?

Those losers with you ..." "So weak, he came in a few seconds," she blurted out.

"Those...some?" Haha, I laughed as soon as I heard that. "What a 'some,' so many, darling." I'm not jealous, tell me, I'll just treat it like listening to a erotic novel to liven things up. I also want to know, just how many people have fucked this Yu Huan body. "

Since my boyfriend took my virginity in junior high, I've worked for the past few years and had a few boyfriends on and off. Including you, about seven or eight." Her answer surprised me. I thought there were at least a dozen. "

Who fucked you the most, the most hard? Do you remember?" I asked further. "

The boyfriend who took my virginity in junior high, I guess. We were all young then, and had good stamina. I remember after I took my virginity, we sneaked out to a hotel almost every day, every time..." They were both fucking like crazy. But he didn't know any techniques, he just knew how to thrust wildly. After graduation, they went their separate ways and broke up. She was quite honest about it.

Who was the weakest, and who was the most comfortable? I became more and more interested in knowing about her sex life.

Don't even mention it, Liu Jun is terrible, he only lasts a minute each time. The most comfortable is definitely with you. I guess you'll break all the records except for the weakest in the future.

Haha, I burst out laughing when I heard the name Liu Jun. Isn't that Foreman Liu? This lecher, so he's impotent, a dead eunuch still so lecherous.

Haha, interesting, very interesting. Tell me about Foreman Liu, no, I mean Eunuch Liu. Tell me. I urged her to tell me with great interest.

Yes, That damn eunuch. When I first joined Line C, he was always clinging to me, showering me with attention, and saying he was crazy in love with me. Haha, was he crazy because he wanted to sleep with me? I couldn't help but interrupt her. "You're so annoying, I'm not talking anymore," Z said with a slight pout. "

Sorry, it was too funny, I couldn't help myself. Go on, I won't interrupt you," I coaxed Z.

You know, I'm just a working girl, all alone. Suddenly, my boss said he loved me and was so good to me, so I said yes. Who knew that after getting me, not only was he physically unfit, but he was also eyeing other women. Later, that little slut L came along, and he lost his mind, sleeping with her again. I dumped him immediately. But that slut... The goods didn't fare well either. She was played by Eunuch Liu for a while. Finally, W came along, and she was dumped. But I heard he never won W over. What Z said is pretty much what I imagined.

You said it yourself, Foreman Liu is a scumbag, his sexual ability is terrible, and he's a womanizer; he deserved to be dumped by W. Why are you so hung up on him? It's not worth wasting your memory on such a piece of trash. That's how people are; when they talk about others, they forget themselves. Z calls L a slut, but what about herself? She's even worse. I say Foreman Liu is a scumbag, but I give up earning tens of thousands a month to come to the factory, pretending to be a Casanova, earning seven or eight thousand a month, all to play around with women. I'm a complete hypocrite, even worse than Foreman Liu!

Z listened to my words of comfort and silently said, "You're right. It's not that I can't let him go, it's just that I'm angry that she snatched him away. Tell me, what do I lack compared to L?" I thought Z genuinely liked Supervisor Liu and couldn't let him go. Turns out, she's just unhappy that L is better than her. Women are so vain, always comparing themselves to others.

I chuckled and said, "Her looks are about the same as yours. But her figure is much worse. However, she's slender, so maybe she's good in bed, who knows?" I analyzed seriously.

"You mean I'm no good in bed?" She blinked at me. I chuckled, "You'll see." We intertwined again. I felt the sofa was too narrow; it was too cramped. And we were all wet. So I picked Z up and ran to the bed. Once on the bed, she was like a fish in water, a bird in the air. She flipped me over and pinned me down. She kissed my face, my chest, almost every corner of my body, all the way to my penis. Her penis-licking skills were truly masterful. Various circles, sucking, licking,

and licking. If I hadn't already ejaculated so much, I probably would have finished in a minute. After licking my penis for a few minutes, she moved down to my testicles. This is also a sensitive spot for men. She took my entire testicles into her mouth, sucking and licking. My penis was rock hard again. I thought that was it, but she kept licking down to my anus. Although I'd had my anus licked by girlfriends before, none of them felt as good as Z's. She curled her tongue and shoved it into my rectum. Each time she did, my penis got even harder, almost bursting. I suddenly remembered what Foreman Liu had said when introducing Z: "She has a special skill." So this was her special skill. It seems Z had licked Foreman Liu's anus quite a bit. Thinking about this greatly reduced my interest in French kissing her afterwards. Men are so selfish; they don't mind using something themselves, but they find it dirty when someone else has used it.

Z licked my anus for a while and then came to my penis. After the impact of the anal licking, my penis couldn't withstand Z's tongue's baptism any longer. I quickly ejaculated again. I desperately pressed Z's head down; men always want as deep penetration as possible when ejaculating. Z understandingly gave me a deep throat. I ejaculated five or six times, then said to Z with satisfaction: "Swallow it, don't waste a single drop." Because I had penetrated her so deeply, her eyes were glistening with tears. She hesitated for a moment, then gulped it down.

I wiped my penis with a tissue, watching her sit there blankly. I felt I'd gone a bit too far. So I gently pulled her into my arms. "Sorry, I got too excited just now," I apologized.

She didn't respond or say anything. I thought she was really angry, so I lifted her chin and looked at her. "You're the first man I've ever slept with," she murmured. "Several men before tried to make me do it, but I absolutely refused, even breaking up with them wouldn't do it."

I was inexplicably moved: "Then why did you take mine?" I asked, puzzled. "

I... I probably don't know either." She swallowed her words halfway through. I knew what she wanted to say; she wanted to say that maybe she had fallen in love with me. But then she thought, maybe our relationship was just a transaction, with no future. Falling in love would only hurt both of us, adding to the sadness. But humans aren't plants or trees; how can we be without feelings? We are all mortals; how can we control our hearts?

...

To be continued. The next part features various 2P, wild fucking, fucking so hard that the mountains and rivers change color, the Yangtze River overflows, ghosts howl, and the sun and moon lose their light. I've read the comments from the brothers; if there aren't many, I won't write anything. Typing is too tiring. What's the point of writing if there are no comments?

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