My female colleague who doesn't wear underwear and hooks up with me

I vaguely remember this female colleague joining our company in the first half of 2017, around April. She was a junior from my wife's and my university, a graduate student. We met at a reunion at my wife's university; her advisor and my wife's advisor shared an office and had a close relationship. Although my wife had already graduated, we often attended our advisor's dinners in the same city, which led to our acquaintance. We usually addressed each other as "senior sister" and "junior sister."
At that time, I was already quite capable at the company. I only learned about this woman through connections at a banquet. Once, at a wedding, my wife and I bumped into her. We chatted for a while, and I noticed her flirtatious nature. I started paying more attention to her at the company. She was a newlywed, but her husband's family was of modest means, and they faced significant pressure to buy a house. They worked in a coastal city, and we rarely saw each other. Coincidentally, she herself came from a poor background and was vain, so I used small favors to arrange several encounters with her. It's no exaggeration to say that this woman's frequency of escort services is quite high. I still vividly remember several encounters last year. There were times in her shared apartment, times in her car at night, times in hotels, and even one time when I was so thirsty that I risked going to her department's duty room at 11 pm and almost got pinned down in my car and had sex with her. I hadn't been in contact with her for over half a year. This time, my wife went abroad, and I suddenly thought of her. One night, I tried to start a serious conversation on WeChat, but she hinted that it wasn't convenient and that she was with her husband. The third night, she took the initiative to message me on WeChat, and after a few words, we got down to business. Hehe, luckily, that Sunday night, May 27th, was for a hotel stay. That night, we agreed to meet at 7:30 pm at the entrance of a park about three kilometers away from the school. I finished dinner early and parked at the park entrance to wait. She arrived on time. She recognized my car and went straight to the passenger seat. I wanted her to sit in the back, but she didn't seem to mind, so I didn't say anything.
Impatient as ever, I drove quickly to a hotel in the far suburbs after she got in the car. We exchanged brief pleasantries on the way. She had eaten and showered before coming out. It was a rainy day, and the little vixen was wearing black stockings and a pink knee-length skirt, a slightly see-through white long-sleeved shirt that revealed glimpses of her black bra, and beige high heels. The scent of her perfume made my hormones surge. Looking at her face, her makeup wasn't heavy but still quite refined, and her ten fingers were painted with purplish-red nail polish, similar to last year. The drive to the hotel took about thirty minutes. Several times during traffic jams, I couldn't suppress my burning desire and started groping her beautiful legs. The vixen's slightly coquettish voice only fueled my lust. Losing my senses, I used my right hand to lift her skirt and, through her stockings, touched her warm, wet vulva, only to discover that the goddess wasn't wearing underwear!
Finally arriving at the hotel, we entered the room without any pleasantries and went straight to the bed. I quickly unbuttoned the sexy woman's shirt, frantically sucking on it while vigorously kneading her white, tender breasts with one hand. Her perfect breasts turned slightly red, as evidenced by the clear red marks on her chest, though her husband had already gone out of town and wouldn't find out.
I pressed the goddess down on the snow-white sheets, inhaling and enjoying her perfume and natural body scent. One hand continued kneading her breasts, while the other impatiently ripped off her pink skirt, reaching her wet vulva through the black stockings. It was wet, indeed incredibly wet. The goddess naturally cooperated, contorting her perfect body. Passion burned hotter and hotter, and the actions of the little wolf and the goddess became increasingly frenzied. Without the little wolf's prompting, the goddess obediently moved on to the next stage. At this moment, Xiao Lang lay down, and the goddess, like my intimate girlfriend, skillfully unbuckled Xiao Lang's belt and pulled down his pants. A gray tent instantly popped out. The goddess didn't rush to open the tent flap, but just rubbed her beautiful face against it. Xiao Lang couldn't wait and gestured for her to enter the tent. The goddess obediently nodded and gently opened the tent with her small hands with red nails. After skillfully taking off Xiao Lang's underwear, she pounced on him like a thirsty female dog. Her soft breasts pressed against Xiao Lang's inner thighs, and one small hand held Xiao Lang's big penis with just the right amount of pressure. In an instant, a pair of red lips took Xiao Lang's glans into her mouth, swallowing and spitting it out. At the same time, she didn't forget to use her pink tongue to taste the penis she had been dreaming of. The goddess's oral sex skills were superb. She was inseparable from my penis like a lover, without the slightest perfunctoriness or disgust. Xiao Lang was in ecstasy and picked up his phone again to record this moment.
As the goddess swallowed and released, the little wolf felt his penis grow harder. A surge of impending climax followed, and the goddess sensed it too. We exchanged a smile, and she released his penis, narrowly avoiding premature ejaculation. The goddess looked at me with lustful eyes, as if asking for my instructions on the next move. The little wolf continued to fondle the goddess's breasts and long, beautiful legs, occasionally burying his head in her black hair, using his entire body to experience her perfect form. The goddess continued to pant softly. The little wolf gestured for her to lie down and raise her legs. I knelt before her legs, cupped her two adorable, stockinged feet, and clamped my large penis between them. The goddess was very experienced, and our understanding was perfect. She understood and moved her feet involuntarily. Under the performance of her stockinged feet, the little wolf's penis either throbbed back and forth or swayed up and down and side to side. His testicles were also frequently pampered. The most stimulating moment was the gentle kisses and massages of her soles on the glans of his penis.
After a while, I noticed the goddess's legs and feet were a little tired, and my penis became even harder. I signaled to the goddess to stop the foot fetish. Looking at the black-stockinged beauty lying in front of me, I grinned wickedly and placed my hands on her private parts. The goddess leered, thinking I was going to rub her, but unexpectedly, I tore the crotch of her stockings. The goddess cried out in disgust, after all, she had come wearing only these stockings, and going back meant either going bare-legged or wearing the ripped stockings her lover had ruined. But there was no resentment in her eyes, only desire and seduction for me. Seeing this, I picked up my phone again and quickly had the goddess pose for a few pictures, but she refused to show her face, and I didn't force her.

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