My female colleague had an accidental sex incident in the car.

This was definitely an accident… This female colleague is a bit pretentious. Her husband is a long-time Huawei employee with shares, so they're financially well-off. She dresses rather provocatively, a bit affected, and in the summer, stockings and short skirts are a must! She's quite pretty, but she always has acne. However, her figure is absolutely amazing—1.7 meters tall and weighing under 110 pounds. Those long legs are irresistible, especially when she wears stockings. The only downside is that she only has an A cup, but I'm not picky about that; I prefer breasts that I can easily hold in one hand, hehe. We have a small circle of colleagues who often get together for birthday parties and such. They often make risqué jokes, and she actively participates. She doesn't refuse verbal flirting either. We all privately thought she would definitely cheat on me, but we never expected it to be so easy, and the man involved was me. It all started like this: that day we had another party. Her home is not far from her workplace, about three stops away. She usually drives herself, but that day she didn't have her car, so after the party she asked me to drive her home. That day she was wearing white stockings embroidered with small flowers. On the way home, she joked, "My husband's not home, want to come up for a bit?" I feigned surprise and said, "Really? Of course I have to come up! Haha." She smiled but didn't say anything. I turned and drove into their underground garage. At the time, my car was a manual transmission without automatic headlights. As everyone knows, underground parking lots in residential areas are pitch black without lights. I accidentally turned on the parking lights instead of the headlights. As soon as she saw this, she wanted to show off her knowledge of cars, so she immediately turned on the interior dome light. I found a parking spot, parked the car, and turned to look at her lecherously. I was about to tease her a bit more when I suddenly noticed her white floral stockings. I asked, "Your stockings have embroidered flowers on them, don't they hurt your legs? Stockings are supposed to be smooth, right? Embroidered flowers are so unpleasant!" She said, "No, they're quite comfortable. They look tight to you, but they feel really smooth." I said, "Really?" She replied, "Feel it if you don't believe me." In a moment of impulsiveness, I reached over and touched the floral pattern on her calf, caressing it back and forth. I could clearly feel her leg tremble slightly. Seeing that she didn't stop me, I left my hand on her leg and continued to move it up her thigh, teasing her, "It feels so good! Is your husband really not home?" She paused for a moment, then said, "He's home. He's off today, so I left the car for him." But she didn't explicitly stop me. I imagined her husband waiting for her in one of the rooms upstairs, and in a moment of impulsiveness, I continued to grope her. At that moment, her legs tightened, trapping my hand. Seeing that she didn't say anything, and glancing at her heaving chest, I used my other hand to turn off the car lights, plunging the underground parking garage into darkness. My hand continued to reach deeper into her skirt, and she let out a soft "hmm," surprisingly releasing her legs. My heart raced, and my hand continued to move inwards. Unexpectedly, I touched flesh. It turned out her stockings weren't pantyhose! Haha, what a stroke of luck! I switched hands and continued inwards, wrapping my arms around her waist and nuzzling my head against her chest. My left hand continued inwards, slipping directly inside her panties. She moaned again. I noticed her vulva was surprisingly clean, almost hairless. Later I learned that only the triangle area had hair; the pubic area was completely hairless! I initially thought it would be wet, but it was actually quite dry on the outside. However, my fingers quickly slipped inside, and that's when I realized it was fucking wet inside! So that's why she had been clenching it! I moved my head up and started kissing her neck and ears, while my hand continued to probe and explore... I heard her panting. I breathed into her ear and said, "Let's go to the back." Then I stuck my tongue into her ear. She instantly trembled, groaning and stroking my hair. Hehe! So sensitive! I continued kissing her ear for a while, while my middle finger moved in and out rapidly below. Soon, the car windows and windshield fogged up, and the temperature inside the car rose, making me sweat a little. I said to her again, "Shall we go to the back seat?" She hummed in agreement. I pulled my hand out, turned on the air conditioning, got out of the car, opened the passenger door, pulled her out, and shoved her into the back seat. She cooperated and lay down directly on the back seat. I pressed down on her and started searching for her lips, while my other hand slipped under her skirt. I kissed her lips for a long time, but she didn't open her teeth. In a fit of anger, I inserted two fingers into her mouth. She let out a soft "ah," and I stuck my tongue in. Soon, our tongues were communicating. I started pulling down her panties. She lifted her buttocks slightly, and the panties slid down. Unfortunately, her legs were spread apart, so I couldn't pull them all the way down. I stopped, got up, and pulled one leg of her panties down, while quickly unzipping the zipper, freeing my throbbing, hard penis from the side of the panties. Then I spread her legs again and pressed down on her. I supported myself with one hand and guided my penis forward with the other. The tip of my penis was already wet. When my penis made intimate contact with her vagina, I mischievously rubbed the head of my penis up and down her slit, but I didn't go in. After a while, she couldn't help but push my buttocks away with her hands. I chuckled and shoved half of my penis inside. She groaned, and I pulled my hand away from her, straddling her completely. I braced myself on my elbows, looked up at her, and rubbed the head of my penis against her vagina. Her hands pressed against my buttocks, but I didn't go all the way in. I leaned close to her ear, breathing and sucking on her earlobe, and whispered, "Is your husband really home upstairs?" She shuddered and groaned. I felt a distinct suction on the head of my penis. Seeing she didn't speak, I added, "If your husband is home, then I won't go in... what if he finds out during the check?" Suddenly, she pulled my buttocks towards her forcefully, and I thrust in all the way. She gasped and exclaimed, "Quick!" That was the only word she uttered throughout the entire process. I was incredibly aroused, imagining her husband waiting for her to come home in one of the rooms upstairs, only to find her cheating in the underground parking garage. I sped up, pulling out completely each time before thrusting in again with all my might, listening to her suppressed moans and groans. After about 30 thrusts, I ejaculated inside her. Then I remembered I hadn't yet fondled her breasts, so I climbed on top of her and started groping them. My penis, inside her wet vagina, slowly softened and slipped out. She pushed me away, and I quickly propped myself up, reaching between the two seats in front of me for some toilet paper. I pulled out a few sheets and started wiping her genitals. She sat up and started cleaning her vagina with her hands. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but then I calmed down and realized how absurd it was that I'd just pushed my female colleague, whom I'd been fantasizing about for so long, into bed. At the same time, I felt guilty towards my girlfriend. I grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning my penis too, only then realizing my zipper and underwear were wet. We cleaned in silence, neither of us speaking. After about five minutes, she got up, opened the car door, and left. She seemed to slam the door shut; I wondered what she was thinking. I got up to go to the driver's seat, and she suddenly turned back to me and said, "Forget about today." I was stunned, unsure how to respond. Seeing I didn't say anything, she turned and walked towards the elevator. (Continued 1) Continuing from last time, since it was Friday, we didn't contact each other over the weekend. The following week at work, I didn't dare to talk to her privately. I just teased her in our small group (about 25 people, including her husband) as usual. She responded normally to others' teasing, but she didn't respond much when I teased her. At the time, we weren't on the same floor, so the only way to meet was at the cafeteria at lunchtime. I wanted to talk to her privately, but I didn't know how to start. Okay, I admit I'm a repressed person, and I was very frustrated. A week or so passed uneventfully, and slowly, it seemed we returned to our old ways. I was still chatting with her in the group chat as usual. But whenever I thought about what happened that day, I felt a throbbing erection, and I knew I had to find a chance to get close to her again. Unexpectedly, a little over a week later, she suddenly boasted in the group chat that her husband was going on a business trip to Brazil. That year was the World Cup in Brazil! She even mocked us poor guys for having to get up in the middle of the night to watch the live stream, while her husband could go to the stadium to watch the games! I immediately felt that she was saying this to me! So I started planning; I had to win her over! I began to visit her office occasionally. Her office had three women and one man; the supervisor was a woman in her forties. Before she was promoted, I had worked in the same office as her, so I always went there under the guise of chatting, occasionally flirting with her. She handled everything politely in the office, showing no sign of anything amiss, which made me a little disheartened. Before I knew it, her husband had been away on his business trip for over a week, and I secretly...I was getting impatient, knowing the time was ripe and I couldn't wait any longer! That day, my older sister asked me what projects I was working on lately, and if I was free, could I help them out? I asked what it was, and she suddenly called on one of my female colleagues, saying, "We need to buy rendering software to support the marketing department. Aren't you a tech person? You could take a look at the manual and teach them." The "two of them" she was referring to were two female colleagues from her office. I quickly agreed, saying I'd try it out first and then communicate with them properly. I glanced at her, and just then I saw her glance at me too, then quickly look away. My heart skipped a beat—this was going to work! I have to admit, I've learned this software very thoroughly, even better than Word. Even now, they still come to me for help with any problems. Within two days, I had grasped the basic operations of the software and had a basic understanding of some of the more advanced programming concepts. I decided to take action. Her husband had been gone for two weeks; I guessed she wanted it too. That day, near the end of the workday, I took my laptop to their office. I knew there were three women in their office, and she was the only one without children; the other two would definitely leave before the end of the workday, hehe! When I got to their office, I first showed them what I had made. The eldest sister praised me highly and formally ordered the two female colleagues to learn from me. Hehe, I didn't hold back and started chattering away. Soon it was time to leave work. All the excitement is on ninilu.Dom and her male colleague left first. A little while later, another female colleague, clearly in a hurry to go home to see her child, said she had to leave, adding that she could ask me if she had any questions. I quickly agreed, thinking, "Okay, take care! I've been waiting for this moment!" Unexpectedly, this colleague also said she had to leave! Oh no! Luckily, I had a flash of inspiration and suggested I copy this to her computer first, then edit it to see if it worked. She had no choice but to agree, and I finally managed to keep her there. I took out a USB drive and copied what I'd made to her computer. I leaned closer to her, smelling the scent of her shampoo, and instantly got an erection. I pretended to use her mouse on her computer with my right hand, while my head naturally moved closer to her right shoulder, breathing hot air into her neck. My left hand, which had initially been holding onto the back of her chair, slowly moved to her shoulder. She paused, turned to look at me, and said, "What are you doing?" You can imagine, my head was right next to her right shoulder, and she turned her head… Looking back now, I think only a line from Stephen Chow can describe the situation: At that moment, her lips were only 0.01 centimeters away from mine, but a quarter of an incense stick later, I was about to completely seduce this woman. I stared intently into her eyes, our gazes met for a moment, and I immediately couldn't resist. Breathlessly, I said, "What do you think?" and pressed my lips to hers. Unfortunately, she turned her head away, and I kissed her face. I began to kiss her neck wildly, saying, "I missed you so much! How could you be so heartless, ignoring me for so many days!" She gasped and said, "No!" I continued, "I want it!" She flinched and said, "No! Last time, you left a mark on my neck, and he almost found out!" I realized she was afraid of leaving a hickey! I got even more excited, continuing to kiss her while my left hand gently squeezed and kneaded her left breast. I asked, "So how did you get past that?" She hummed in agreement and said, "You know, if I hadn't slept with him the day before, I wouldn't know how to explain it!" Hearing this, I became even more excited, panting heavily, "You two just slept together the day before, and you're already cheating on me the next day? Isn't your desire too strong? He can't satisfy you!" She whimpered and said, "It's all because you seduced me!" I said, "You seduced me! Don't you know we've been fantasizing about you for so long?" "You slut!" she gasped, her breathing quickening. "I gave you back! I knew none of you were any good, especially you!" At that moment, I knew her defenses had crumbled. My left thumb and forefinger began searching for her nipples. "You know best whether my stuff is good or not!" I said, then stuck my tongue into her ear. I knew from last time that her ears were very sensitive. My wet tongue plunged into her ear, and she instantly went limp. Her right hand rose to hold my head, and her left hand began to gently stroke my left leg. I remembered I hadn't properly played with her breasts last time. Finding her nipples through her clothes and bra was indeed difficult. Luckily, she was wearing a yellow sleeveless t-shirt and denim shorts that day. I slipped my left hand directly into her sleeve. The sleeve was quite low, and she was wearing a small tank top underneath to cover the wide opening. I slipped my hand through the tank top and... damn, she wasn't wearing a bra! I grasped her left breast with one hand, rubbing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, gently teasing it back and forth. My right hand, having already tossed the mouse aside, caressed her inner thigh, slowly moving towards the center, and began rubbing her crotch through her pants. After rubbing like this for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I slipped my hand inside one leg of her shorts. Unfortunately, her shorts were too narrow, so I could only insert my fingers, but it was still much more enjoyable than being outside! Three fingers went straight in along her thigh, and with a slight bend and arch, I pushed her shorts to the side. My fingers finally made intimate contact with her vagina. Just like last time, the outside was still dry. This was the only time I'd ever seen a vagina that was dry when closed, but once my fingers broke in, the inside couldn't hold back the moisture. She hummed again, and I quickly withdrew my left hand, pulled her head back, and sealed her lips with mine, while my right hand began thrusting in and out of her vagina. About two minutes later, she suddenly clamped her legs around my right hand, pushed my head away, turned to the side, cupped my face in her hands, and looked at me, saying, "Don't play around here, there are still people working!" I thought about it and realized she was right; it was too dangerous here! My mind raced, and I said, "How about we go to a hotel?" She hurriedly replied, "No! I'm not a prostitute!" I was stunned! Does going to a hotel mean you're looking for a prostitute? Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me—wasn't her husband in Brazil? Why not just go to her house? I'm going to fuck her in front of their wedding photos! I hurriedly said, "Come on! I'll take you somewhere." She asked, "Where?" I said, "To your house, I'm going to fuck you on your wedding bed!" She gasped, her face turning red, and said, "No!" I thought she didn't want to do it on their wedding bed, so I got up and tried to pull her away, but she hurriedly pulled me back, saying, "My mother-in-law is here, she's home!" I was stunned! Damn it, it seems her husband doesn't trust her either! At the same time, my mind raced, and I said, "How about we go back to where we were last time?" She let out a soft moan and went limp. Seeing her like this, I guessed she was remembering what happened last time! I quickly used Windows key + U + U to shut down the computer, and at the same time, I took out her keys, locked the door, and left. Then she said, "I drove today, I'll go down first, you can come down later." I secretly admired women's talent for having affairs and said, "Okay! I'll drive straight into the underground parking garage and wait for you." Luckily, their underground parking garage didn't have assigned parking spaces back then! Without further ado, I thought, since last time it was in my car, today I'll do it in the car her husband bought for her! Her car is a Teana, and the back seat is much more spacious than my beat-up car! She drives relatively slowly, so I went into the underground parking garage first, found a parking space near the entrance, parked, turned off the lights, and waited for her in the car. About three minutes later, she leisurely drove her car in. I flashed my high beams, got out, locked my car, and walked towards hers in one smooth motion. She parked, and I thought she was going to wait for me to get in, but instead, she got out of the driver's seat and said, "You park it for me, I can't back up." Wow! Her tone was so calm. She then opened the back door and got in. Seeing how considerate she was, I felt incredibly pleased! I quickly got in and found a spot to park, asking as I did, "Why is your mother-in-law here? Is it because your husband doesn't trust you and is afraid you'll cheat on him? Hehe!" She replied, "Get lost!" It sounded a bit like flirting to me. After parking, I carefully turned on the air conditioning and got into the back seat. But I was instantly dumbfounded—the automatic headlights were still on, and the back lights were on too! What to do? Help me! I sat next to her in the back seat, and it took over a minute for the headlights to automatically turn off, but the back light stubbornly stayed on! Damn it, I didn't care and pounced on her. She chuckled at my reaction and reached out to turn off the back light. At that moment, my courage grew, and I started kissing and touching her roughly. I thought this time I was going to really get to know her. (Continued 2) Last time, I mentioned that she turned off the headlights, and we were both in complete darkness. I pounced on her, and she leaned down. I pressed myself against her, holding her head down with both hands, and kissed her lips. She resisted at first, but with my relentless and frenzied invasion, she quickly began to communicate with me using her tongue. Then, I freed one hand to move down, while the other continued to roam around her head, ears, and neck. Soon, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I knew she was getting aroused. My lips left hers, and I began to suckle from her chin to her neck. She arched her head, panting heavily. My hands weren't idle either, caressing her buttocks and thighs, occasionally squeezing them harder. She responded with a soft moan, which was incredibly stimulating. My mouth moved down her neck, pulling down her neckline to reveal a patch of white breasts, and I kissed them fiercely. I suddenly remembered the hickey I left on her neck last time, so I sucked hard between her small breasts, leaving a large hickey between them. Afterwards, she was afraid to wear low-cut tops for several days, haha. I shifted my body, half-kneeling on the arched part of the footrest in the middle of the back seat, pressing my side against her body, and slipped one hand under her t-shirt. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, I quickly found her nipple. I gently pinched it with my index finger and thumb, while the other three fingers gently kneaded her left breast in circles. Then I found her lips and started playing hide-and-seek with her two little tongues. I would occasionally pinch her nipple harder with my right hand, and each pinch would make her twitch as if she were being electrocuted, accompanied by a soft moan from deep in her throat. I really couldn't take it anymore. I got up and pushed her t-shirt and tank top up from the bottom, then quickly took her right breast into my mouth and sucked on it greedily, my tongue occasionally teasing the nipple, while my right hand kneaded it harder and harder. She groaned and said, "Be gentle!" I ignored her and continued kissing down to her navel.Her tongue swirled nearby, her hands cradling my head, weaving through my hair. I removed my right hand from her left breast, unbuttoned her denim shorts, unzipped them, and pulled down her panties. My lips followed, touching her messy but glossy pubic hair. I inhaled deeply through my nose—warm, damp, and slightly musky—and exhaled a large breath of hot air, following the pubic hair downwards. I could clearly feel her hand tighten in my hair. At that moment, I was overcome with lust, frantically biting her pubic hair. She moaned repeatedly. I straightened up, using the dim light from the parking lot entrance to look at this half-naked young woman, feeling her young, desire-filled, and passionate body. I was incredibly excited! I reached my hands down from her buttocks and gently lifted them, causing her buttocks to arch. I squeezed her buttocks with both hands, then pulled them down, and her denim shorts and panties slid down to her thighs. I got up, slipped under her armpits, and pulled her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moved with me to the back of the seat. Then I took a small bear-shaped cushion from the rear windshield and placed it between her head and the car door. By this time, our eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and seeing her lying across the back seat, the idiom "jade body lying prone" came to mind. I then gently took off her shoes and casually pulled down her denim shorts and underwear. She shyly covered her alluring parts with one or two hands and her eyes with the other. I reached up with my left hand to pull her hand away from her eyes, and with my right hand, I began to unbuckle my belt. She resisted slightly, then let me pull away her hand that was covering her eyes. Her eyes were so bright and dazzling in the darkness. I gently stroked her face, staring into her eyes, and said tenderly, "I've missed you so much these past few days, really!" She was somewhat moved, her eyes glistening with moisture. She pouted and replied coquettishly, "I knew you wouldn't let me go!" I unbuttoned my pants with my right hand, pulling down the zipper and my underwear together, and asked, "Did you miss me?" "No!" I used my right hand to remove her hand covering her vulva, then placed my entire palm on her genitals, gently massaging them, and continued, "Really didn't?" She hummed in agreement. She continued, "I don't want to!" I took her hand that was blocking her eyes with my left hand and guided it to my penis. I bent my right middle finger, which was pressed against her vulva, and inserted it. I asked again, "Are you sure you really don't want me?" As I spoke, her anus tightened, and my penis throbbed twice in her hand. She let out a soft moan and said, "I don't want you! I don't want to!" I released her hand with my left hand, but her hand remained on my penis. However, she didn't do anything else. I used my free left hand to pinch her nipple, while my right middle finger continued to slowly thrust in and out of her vagina. When my index and ring fingers were inserted, I extended them back and rubbed her anus. She trembled all over and let out a soft moan. I continued, "You said you didn't miss me, but my hands are all wet." She suddenly arched her back with a "Yay!" and lifted her buttocks off the seat, saying urgently, "Quick, grab some paper to put on, so you don't get the cushion dirty." I chuckled, picked up her denim shorts that I had just taken off, and put them under her buttocks, saying, "You said you didn't miss me, but look, your underwear is all wet!" Her breathing quickened, and she relaxed, pressing the denim shorts under her buttocks. She withdrew her left hand from my penis and covered her eyes, stubbornly denying it. I thought, okay, I'll just go for it. I pulled her pants down to her ankles, spread her right leg outwards with one hand, making it curl up to form an "N" shape with her body, then flipped over and knelt on top of her, my penis directly against her pubic hair. I pried her hands away from her eyes, held her head still, and kissed her directly on the lips. She seemed a little stubborn and refused to open her mouth. Undeterred, I thrust my hips forward, my penis sliding up her pubic hair-covered vulva, then back down, rubbing against the entrance. After a few thrusts, she started lifting her hips to meet my movements, but while she did, I wouldn't penetrate. Each time the head of my penis brushed against her clitoris, she let out a soft moan through her nose. Then she opened her mouth and gave me a deep kiss. I felt her saliva was plentiful, and I swallowed several mouthfuls. This continued for two or three minutes when suddenly a car pulled up! Holy crap! It drove past us with its headlights on, and as it turned, the headlights shone directly in front of me, scaring me so much I froze! She clung to me, gripping my back so tightly it almost made my penis go limp! Luckily, the car turned the corner and the headlights stopped shining on us, but it still felt like my white ass had been completely exposed! Damn, that was so exciting! I thought back to how I usually see when I'm driving; you can't see through the headlights because the windshield reflects the light back. Emboldened, I playfully jabbed my butt a few more times, and she gripped me even tighter to keep me from moving, while making soft "mmm" sounds. Taking advantage of the moment, I whispered in her ear, "Say it! Do you miss me?" Just then, the car stopped, and we heard the door close and lock. I pressed my penis against her clitoris again and asked, "Say it! Say you miss me, say you miss my big penis!" I heard the guy who parked walk past our car not far away, push his butt up, and his penis slid down, inserting half of it. I slowly thrust in and out with that half-inserted penis inside, continuing, "Your husband has been gone for so long, how did you manage? You're so horny, didn't you find a big penis to fuck you?" As I spoke, I thrust, and her breathing became more and more rapid. She grabbed my hand, slid it to my butt, and started pushing my butt. I felt like my glans was being sucked in, it felt so good I almost ejaculated! I quickly stopped, my penis only half-inserted. Just then, the elevator arrived, and the guy got in. I supported myself on one elbow, and with the other hand, I pressed my thumb against her clitoris and gently rubbed it. Then I sealed her lips with mine, sucking hard on her saliva. I could feel her making a "hehe" sound in her throat. I silently started counting sheep in my mind, and my lips traced the corner of her lips to her ear. I said, "Was that exciting? Was it much more exciting than when your husband fucked you?" Her buttocks started to twist and turn, and I pulled her body harder with my hand behind her, trying to insert my penis all the way in. But I remained unmoved, continuing to breathe hot air into her ear, saying, "Say you miss me! After that day, did you think of me every time you fucked your husband?" My thumb rubbed her clitoris even faster. Suddenly, she straightened her curled legs, kicking them against the car door with a soft thud. She pulled me closer, her buttocks clenching tightly. Seeing she was close to orgasm, I thrust in. She yelled, "Quick!" Then she wrapped her legs around my buttocks, lifting her head to kiss my face, neck, and eyes wildly. Her hands slipped under my t-shirt, haphazardly caressing my back. I slowed my movements, slowly pulling out and then slowly thrusting back in, asking in her ear, "Say you miss me!" She cried out, "I miss you!" I continued my slow movements, asking, "What do you miss?" She whimpered softly, "I want you to fuck me! I want your big cock!" Holy crap! I was instantly aroused and started thrusting wildly, pulling out completely each time and then plunging back in completely. If what I was doing before was slow motion, this was at least 32 times faster. As soon as she saw me start thrusting, she lay down, her hands on my buttocks, moving in sync with each thrust, softly moaning "ah ah ah ah," her head swaying left and right. I felt a pang of regret about the last time I slept with you so quickly, so I asked, "Were you unhappy with how I did it to you last time? Is that why you've been ignoring me for so many days?" She whimpered intermittently, "It was great! I came as soon as you went in!" I continued, "Then why did you close the door so hard? It made me feel so inferior!" As I spoke, I thrust in forcefully, grinding it all the way in. She murmured in response, "I just hate myself for letting you fuck me so easily that day!" Hearing this, I became even more excited. I remembered that the day before last, she had just been fucked by her husband, and the next day she was fucked by me. My penis seemed even harder. I thought to myself, I must perform even better today. I started to slow down the pace and tried a nine-shallow-one-deep insertion. While asking, "You slut, didn't your husband fuck you just yesterday?" She whimpered and replied, "It's because I was fucked the day before, and then you fucked me the next day, that's why I hate myself a little!" I went crazy again: "Tell me! How many men have fucked you!" Her vagina suddenly gripped my penis tightly, making it difficult for me to thrust. She gasped, "Stop! Don't move!" I knew she had orgasmed, but I didn't care about her and continued to thrust harder and faster. She started to tremble all over as if convulsing. I continued to press, "How many men have fucked your cunt? Tell me!" I said as I thrust in harder. She moaned and groaned, "You're the second one!" I continued, "Impossible! Has X Qiang fucked you?" (X Qiang is another colleague in our group who often teases her) Her cunt gripped me even tighter, and I became even more provocative.I thrust into her forcefully, and she cried out, "I've never done it before!" I continued, "Never done it before? Then how come he said he touched your breasts? And knows your legs are sensitive?" She moaned, "He...he touched them, but we haven't done it...ah...ah...ah..." I couldn't take it anymore, and I quickly increased the speed by twenty or thirty thrusts, listening to her cries of "ahhhhhhh," ejaculating my entire scrotum inside her. Then, I collapsed onto her, feeling her vaginal muscles gripping my slowly softening penis, my breath coming in heavily near her ear. She held me tightly, stroking my back... Only then did I realize that we were both covered in sweat, our chests intertwined. Two or three more cars pulled up and parked, but I didn't care. At that moment, all I wanted was to quietly be a stinky man with a limp penis enveloped by a cunt. Then I realized something: we hadn't used contraception. I quickly asked her, and she said it was okay, her period was coming soon, it was her safe period. I remembered that it had been about a month since the last time. I guess it was because her period was approaching and her desires were at their peak that I had the chance. Thinking of this, I felt a surge of emotion. I propped myself up on one elbow, gently stroking her face with my other hand. Her face felt hot and slightly sticky with sweat. I gently kissed her forehead, then her lips, staring into her eyes and asking, "Were you comfortable today?" She first turned her face away, closed her eyes, and nodded. Then, somewhat angrily, she turned back and bit my lip, saying, "You're so bad! Making me say such embarrassing things!" I couldn't help but feel a little smug. I pressed my lips against hers, giving her a passionate French kiss, and then said, "Who told you to ignore me for so long? You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you and masturbating these past few days!" She chuckled, a little smugly, and said, "I knew you wouldn't let me off the hook, you naughty guy!" I smiled knowingly. After that, it was time to clean up the mess. Then I insisted on walking her to her door, and she couldn't refuse. When we got to her door, I hugged her and pinned her against the door, giving her a big, passionate kiss. She pushed me away, and as soon as my lips left hers, my hand grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and pulled it down forcefully. She gasped and slapped my hand away. My eyes gleamed lecherously, and I saw a big heart in her cleavage. I pinned her against the door again, kissed her lips, and while knocking on the door behind her with one hand, whispered in her ear, "I'll leave you with a little something to look forward to, but don't let your mother-in-law find out!" Then I quickly turned and disappeared down the stairs. Postscript: This was the most enjoyable time we've ever had. I'll never forget it, and I'm sure she will too. This was the most satisfying time for both of us. Although we had sex in the car several more times afterward, it was always rushed and time-sensitive. But the pleasure of these car trysts truly made all other disadvantages negligible, which might be why I later became so fond of having affairs. A few months later, they started trying to conceive, and I was preparing to enter the "walled city" of marriage, so we gradually stopped. After giving birth, she still had a great figure, but when I asked her out again after she returned to work, she politely declined. After several unsuccessful attempts, I knew our relationship had run its course. Now her life and WeChat Moments are all about her child. Perhaps once a woman's maternal instincts are awakened, desire becomes less important. Here, I dedicate this article as a memorial to this experience, and wish all the women who brought us joy happiness in their sex lives.

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