Car sex after dinner

I previously wrote three preludes to this article. To facilitate discussion among fellow enthusiasts, I combined the three into one post, which was then reposted but is now in the recycle bin. Therefore, please refer to my previous post for the prelude to this article.
After my passionate encounter in the women's restroom, I've gained some experience. However, I am a married man, and to have sex with the receptionist again requires perfect timing, location, and circumstances. Opportunity always favors the prepared, and this time I found the perfect opportunity.
Every year around this time, the company distributes year-end bonuses, which are allocated by the company to various teams, and then by each team to individuals. Each person in our team has to pay 20% tax on their bonus, which is quite painful. I suggested to the team leader that since the receptionist's bonus is small, we could allocate a portion of it to her account. This would legally avoid a significant amount of tax, saving several thousand yuan for our team's activities without affecting our own or the receptionist's income. Our team leader immediately approached the receptionist, who was happy to help, as it wouldn't cost her anything.
Ultimately, we saved nearly 5000 yuan, and we decided to find a place to have a get-together. We finally booked a table at Quanjude for Peking duck. Our team leader invited another team leader he was close to to join us, and we headed to the restaurant at noon with two bottles of good baijiu (Chinese liquor).
My junior colleague and her husband both work at our company, and since they're planning to have a baby soon, they don't drink. They each drove one of the company cars to the restaurant. There were only eight of us in total. My junior colleague, the receptionist, and I shared a slightly less luxurious car, while the Audi was for the team leader.
As soon as I got in the car, I started to get a little carried away, and the idea of "car sex" instantly popped into my head. Dude, I couldn't let my conscience be clear if I didn't create an opportunity for car sex today. On the
way there, the receptionist and my junior colleague chatted and laughed, and I occasionally chimed in with jokes. At first, I didn't dare to be too forward, but I kept rubbing my leg against the receptionist's calf. The receptionist occasionally glanced at me, but remained unmoved by my advances, neither resisting nor yielding. I was secretly delighted; this meal was definitely a golden opportunity.
When we arrived at the restaurant, only four of us drank: my team leader, another team leader, myself, and the receptionist. During the two-hour meal, we shared two jin (approximately 1 kg) of baijiu (Chinese liquor), with the receptionist and I each consuming a little over four liang (approximately 200 ml). After the meal, I felt quite good, a bit warm, while the receptionist was a little dizzy.
We all returned home normally. On the way, the receptionist and I sat in the back seat. Her head was leaning against the back of the driver's seat, probably because she was dizzy. I couldn't let this opportunity pass. I leaned one hand on her back and used the other to smear a napkin on her face. I told my junior colleague to drive slowly and steadily, that I'd take care of her.
While wiping her mouth, and emboldened by the alcohol, I slipped my hand inside her collar and grasped her breasts. The receptionist hummed in response. My junior colleague, without turning around, asked if she needed a bag, if she was going to throw up.
The receptionist shook her head. I quickly covered for her, saying it probably wasn't, just a hiccup. Although I said this, my movements were slow and subtle, but my fingers were constantly moving. I made small circles on her breasts, occasionally pressing deeply until they contracted. Perhaps the alcohol amplified her senses, because the receptionist's breathing became heavier. Suddenly, she looked up, startling me. But Qian Ai gave me a seductive look, a look of thirst mixed with confusion. Of course, I seized the opportunity, my hand roaming over her back, slowly exploring down her waist to between her legs.
The moment I slipped inside, before even touching the dark forest, I could almost smell the sweet nectar, a thrill and tension rising within me. My fingers slowly parted the forest, finding the two outstretched wings, and gently rubbed them. Streams of lubricating fluid flowed from the depths of her secret place, and I felt my fingers were almost completely soaked. I smiled mischievously, moved my little finger up, found the clitoris, and began to rub it. At the same time, my other hand reached out from her collar and placed it near her mouth. She understood immediately, extending her supple tongue and quickly wrapping it around my finger.
As if giving me oral sex, she gently sucked my finger into her mouth. The erotic scene, coupled with my junior sister sitting in the front row, made my little brother hard and hot. I felt the receptionist's clitoris already bulging slightly, so I intensified my efforts, inserting my middle finger directly into her vagina and starting to probe. The receptionist also freed one hand and placed it on my crotch, caressing me even through my pants. As the frequency of my finger thrusting increased, the receptionist's body began to tremble. Suddenly, the receptionist cried out, "I'm going to throw up!" I understood, and pretended to put a bag in front of her mouth, but felt a warm gush of fluid gushing from her vagina. It seemed she had reached orgasm from my finger stimulation.
The receptionist breathed heavily, but didn't actually vomit. I quickly put the bag away and told my junior sister I'd throw it away later. The receptionist's hand on my crotch began to tighten, and I couldn't withstand the stimulation any longer, ejaculating directly into my pants. To be honest, this ejaculation was mainly due to the psychological pleasure of watching the video, which made me release the floodgates. This was a pleasure rarely found in physical intercourse.
A moment later, the car pulled into the company garage. I told my junior colleague, "You go up first. Give the car keys to the receptionist. We'll go to the convenience store to buy some water and get some fresh air."
My junior colleague didn't suspect anything; after all, car key rentals always required registration at the reception. She wished me well and went upstairs.
We got out of the car and went to the convenience store together. I bought two bottles of water and said, "Have a sip, then we'll go back to the car for a bit."
The receptionist clearly understood; the previous night had clearly left us wanting more. We waited outside for a while, then went back into the garage. We quickly climbed into the back seat, locked the doors, and began undressing rapidly.
In the dim light of the underground garage, the receptionist's body looked even more artistic. I grabbed her hair and started kissing her passionately. Her delicate hands roamed over my body, eventually reaching my penis and beginning to stroke it. Because I had ejaculated earlier and hadn't had time to clean it up, semen remained on my underwear and glans. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, accompanied by a stench that smelled foul to me but like an aphrodisiac to women.
I suddenly pressed the receptionist's head between my legs. She hesitated for a moment, then greedily began sucking between my thighs. The physical pleasure mingled with a sense of conquest, as if the receptionist had swallowed my semen, making me feel like I was standing on the highest peak in the world. My hands weren't idle either, moving in and out of the receptionist's opening. Feeling the flood of her secret place, I also became erect, turning the receptionist 180 degrees. The two of us were like a male and female dog in heat, frantically thrusting.
Forgetting time and space, my senses were only filled with the receptionist's "Mmm, mmm, harder, deeper" and my own deep breathing. I felt like I was fighting, not making love, for conquest, not for lust. With a roar, I slapped the receptionist's beautiful buttocks and ejaculated deep into her womb. Both of them collapsed in the car, exhausted. I held him as we lay sideways on the back seat.

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