The wife who was messed with by everyone

(I) The work at the company is never-ending. If you don't take care of yourself, your body will be worn down by the work. Without good health, there's no quality of life, and no amount of money will help.
Especially for women, appearance is so important. Busy work combined with an unhappy mood will only make you age faster. Aging means losing your husband's love, and without love, where is the passion? I've been at this company for almost 7 years. I've worked hard for my career, rising from a junior employee to a regional manager. It's been very fulfilling, but also very tough.
I have less time to enjoy life, and the overtime hours are countless. I feel most guilty towards my husband because his job at my previous company was a regular, low-stress driver. He quietly took on a lot of housework.
From when I graduated and joined my first company, we met, fell in love, got married, and had children.
He has always cared for and tolerated me.
Because he wasn't very educated, he initially drove a truck for the company. With my help, he learned some basic English and later drove for the boss. The foreigners at the American company valued drivers who could speak some English.
He's honest, kind, and has a good temper. Whenever I'm upset or unhappy at work, just thinking of my happy home and my husband who has loved me unconditionally for years makes me feel incredibly happy.
Thinking about this, I suddenly glanced at my watch and it was already 9 pm. It's Saturday, so I decided to go home early. I drove home, and he was helping our son with his English vocabulary practice.
"Mommy, I learned a few more words today! Come here, I'll read them to you!
" our son exclaimed excitedly as he ran home.
"Okay, okay, my little darling, you're my hero, you're the best!
" "Have you eaten?" my husband asked with concern.
"Is there anything to eat at home?" "You always forget to eat, it'll ruin your stomach. I'll bring you snacks next time.
Sit down for a bit, I'll heat up your food.
" "Son, come tell Mom your English!" After finishing my meal and playing with my son for a while, it got late, and my husband started putting him to bed. I stood up, stretched, and went into the bathroom. After a long day, the warm bathwater gently massaged my body, making me feel incredibly relaxed.
Admiring my body in the bathroom mirror, I realized my husband's love for me is due to my natural advantages: 165cm tall, smooth and fair skin. Although I've given birth, my postpartum recovery was very successful. My breasts,
after proper weaning, are not only full but also firm, and my buttocks are so enviable that almost no one can tell I've had a child.
I opted for a C-section because I was worried about vaginal laxity.
The bath soap bubbles slid over my body with my hands. I closed my eyes, gently pinching my left breast with my right hand, imagining it was a man's hand. My nipple hardened from the pressure, and soon my left hand involuntarily moved towards my genitals.
It was hot. I lifted my right leg off the edge of the tub, my hand heavily caressing my vulva, imagining it was a man's large, rough hand stroking it. Soon my clitoris needed my middle finger's touch. My middle finger circled my clitoris repeatedly, and it really felt like a man's powerful tongue.
I was getting a little excited. I should hurry up and finish showering so I could have some fun with my husband tonight. Thinking about this, I felt my face getting hot and my heart racing.
Lying in bed, seeing that my husband hadn't moved at all, I felt a little disappointed. I should take the initiative; after all, we've been married for years.
I turned to my side and rested my head in my husband's arms. He gently wrapped his right arm around me. I lightly touched his penis with my right leg, while my right hand continuously stroked his chest. My husband is from the north, 178 cm tall, and has a robust build. I was conquered by his skills in bed back then. Thinking of his vigorous appearance, my heart started racing again.
His nipples were already hard from my touch. My hand slowly moved to his penis, which was also hard. I gently slipped my hand into his underwear. It was very hard. I touched it up and down with my hand. It was very big; I couldn't even hold it all with both hands. Two cute testicles, one big and one small, soft. He started breathing heavily from my touch.
Excitedly, I pulled down his underwear, knelt between his legs, and began licking his penis from bottom to top with the tip of my tongue, like licking an ice cream cone. My husband groaned from the stimulation, which excited me even more. Soon, I took his entire glans into my mouth. It was so long; even if I pushed it all the way down my throat, I still couldn't swallow it all. I kept massaging his penis with my tongue, imagining my mouth as my vagina. I carefully felt the impact of his penis with my mouth and the hardness of his penis with my tongue. My husband was tormented by me, moaning "Ah!" repeatedly.
My husband pounced on me like a wild beast, and I obediently lay flat on the bed. His thick lips tightly enveloped my nipples, and his powerful tongue moved rapidly incessantly.
I got goosebumps all over; it felt so good. I pulled his other hand to my other, empty breast, and he kept sucking on my nipples. His tongue felt like it was electrified, the current traveling from my nipples through my body, finally converging on my vulva, which was incredibly itchy. I wished he had two tongues, sucking on my clitoris at the same time. I placed his hand on my vulva, and he sucked on my nipples while caressing my clitoris. I screamed, screaming wildly.
It was so itchy that I pushed his head between my legs with both hands. His thick lips and powerful tongue began to caress my vulva. I trembled as I felt it, like being electrocuted, the stimulation unbearable.
"Fuck me, fuck me, I can't take it anymore," I pleaded.
My husband obediently parted my legs and thrust all the way in with a soft thud. I immediately felt his hard penis fill my entire body. I squeezed tightly, trying to contract my vagina, and my husband began to thrust. My vagina was being pounded by his penis; it felt so good, I wished it would never stop.
After a while, I felt his penis gradually lose its hardness. I opened my eyes and looked at him, noticing a pained expression on his face. "Honey, what's wrong?" "It hurts a little," he said, stopping.
"What happened?" "It's probably that prostatitis has worsened.
" Yes, my husband had prostatitis from sitting for long periods while driving.
I touched his face with both hands and asked pleadingly, "Can we still do it?" "Probably not, it hurts a lot." After saying this, his penis went completely limp.
My burning body felt like it had been doused with cold water.
He collapsed onto the bed, turned his face away, and didn't say a word. Sadly, I climbed on top of him and murmured, "I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow." "I'll go by myself," he said. I didn't say anything more and just fell asleep.
The hectic pace of work sometimes leaves me breathless, and when things get complicated, I can easily lose my temper and can't help but snap at my subordinates.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at my face, I was startled when Accountant Sister Wang came in. "Kiki, you don't look well. Did you work overtime again? You're the most hardworking person in the company. Women shouldn't work so hard; it ages you faster. Go for a face show or spa treatment when you have time. Skincare is very important. Many of the women in the company get regular treatments. Which place do you go to?" "I don't have time, I'm too busy!" "Oh dear, that really won't do! Look at David, that young man. He goes to the gym regularly and gets regular skincare. These days, everyone, men and women, should pay attention to skincare!" As she spoke, my colleague Lisa also came in.
"Look at Lisa's skin, it's the epitome of spa treatments! Not only is her face radiant, but everything else is just as smooth!" Sister Wang flattered Lisa as she entered.
"Oh dear, women should take care of themselves. Kiki, you should be careful, or you'll age faster. Royal Dynasty Spa is my favorite; you should try it sometime," Lisa said proudly.
"I've heard you guys talk about it all the time, but I've never been. I heard they do things like bleaching your nipples and shaping your pubic hair into a sexy look?" Sister Wang asked eagerly.
"Yeah, you'll look like a young girl afterward. Sister Wang, do you want to try it?" Everyone laughed.
"But it won't be a man doing the shaping, will it?" Sister Wang asked mysteriously.
"You'll find out when you get there," Lisa said mysteriously, turning and leaving.
I also went back to my office.
David is my business assistant. He's a stylish young man who always attracts the attention of many women in the company. Just then, he returned to his seat from elsewhere. For the first time, I paid close attention to him. His skin was a dark, athletic color, and he had a very robust physique, clearly someone who exercises regularly. As he got closer, I noticed his smooth face; he hardly looked like he was in his early thirties. Suddenly, he noticed me staring at him. "Kiki, I haven't sent you last week's client report yet. I'll send it right away," David said quickly.
"Oh, okay!" I could still smell his faint perfume as we passed each other.
The Royal Dynasty is very famous; it's a full-service entertainment center, with the spa being just one part. And it's extremely expensive; I've heard friends mention it.
Hearing my colleague say that made me a little itchy. I took out a small mirror from my bag and carefully looked at my face. Sigh! I've definitely gotten a lot more wrinkles. Thinking about it, it's true; I'm always working, never really enjoying anything. My husband is sick too; life is just gray. My nose tingled, and I couldn't help but cry.
I'm not working overtime today; I'm going to relax. I left the company at 6 PM, grabbed a quick bite, and drove to the Royal Dynasty spa.
After ordering a full spa treatment, a lobby manager led me to a very luxurious room. The room was lit in pink, filled with a pleasant fragrance. Looking around, I saw a large LCD TV on the wall, a large, expensive-looking jacuzzi, two identical massage beds, a comfortable-looking red sofa, and an antique-style coffee table.
Overall, it felt very clean and hygienic.
A female attendant invited me to sit on the sofa and handed me a cup of special tea. It smelled wonderful, and she said it had a calming effect. I lay on the sofa, sipping the fragrant tea; it was truly comfortable and relaxing.
The attendant turned on the TV, gave me the remote, and asked me to wait a moment before leaving.
A moment later, the waitress came in and first covered my entire body with a large white bath towel. Then she took off my shoes and put a pair of pure cotton slippers on me. Next, she washed and dried her hands, then reached under the towel and gently began to undress me completely. I was now lying naked on the sofa, covered by the towel.
The whole process was very gentle and attentive.
She then carefully hung my clothes on hangers, rolled up my underwear and bra, and placed them separately in a pretty paper bag.
Then she filled the bathtub with water and sprinkled many flower petals on the surface. After she finished, she asked me to come and test the water temperature. I walked to the tub wrapped in the towel, touched the water, and nodded to indicate that it was okay. She gently removed the towel, and I stepped into the tub and lay down comfortably. She then turned on a switch, and the water in the tub began to flow, with many bubbles washing over my body. I could also smell the fragrance of flowers. She said she would go get other items and asked me to rest for a while.
I closed my eyes and relaxed, my tense heart gradually calming down.
About 20 minutes later, a girl in a blue dress came in, introducing herself as a facial therapist. She helped me lie down on the massage bed and started with a Thai-style shampoo. After washing my hair, she massaged it for a while—it was very enjoyable. Then she washed my face and ears, offering helpful beauty advice throughout. She was very attentive.
After finishing, she politely asked me to rest for a moment while another therapist came.
I listened to music on the TV with my eyes slightly closed.
About ten minutes later, a female therapist came in, smiling. She was probably in her early twenties, with healthy, bronze skin and a great figure—she seemed to have been carefully selected. She washed her hands and began applying body wash all over my body, scrubbing every inch of my skin meticulously. The smooth feeling was incredibly comfortable, reminding me of the self-massage I had experienced that day.
Then she started washing my pubic hair. After washing it, with my consent, she did some pubic hair removal. I thought, "This is what Sister Wang and Lisa were talking about." After the hair removal, I touched my labia and it felt so smooth and tender.
Next, she did a bleaching treatment. This kind of bleaching technique is advertised on TV every day, but this was my first time doing it. I really didn't know what it would look like afterward, and I was so excited.
She applied medicine to my labia, anus, and nipples. It was very stimulating; the feeling of being touched by someone else was completely different from touching myself, and I had to pretend to be calm.
After some massage and heat treatment, she brought me a small mirror to see the results. Sure enough, my labia and anus had turned pink, just like a young girl's.
Especially my nipples, which were originally brown, were now pink.
I smiled with satisfaction.
Finally, she rinsed my whole body and dried me off.
She told me to lie down on another massage bed, and then she started an oil massage.
Then the female masseuse said that a male masseuse would massage me next. I was startled, thinking I hadn't heard her clearly. She explained that this was a special treatment at the Royal Dynasty Spa designed for women's reproductive health, based on physiological science. She said that oil massage only achieves its best effect when performed by a male masseuse. A male massage can create a psychological and physiological change, regulating the endocrine system and greatly improving a woman's skin.
After the oil massage of the genitals, the area will become congested due to stimulation. The best way to achieve this is to reach orgasm, which will reduce the congestion and balance the body's endocrine system, which is very beneficial.
A male massage is the best choice to help you reach orgasm as quickly as possible. Don't think of this as a pornographic service; it's actually a health treatment.
I started to feel hesitant. I thought of my husband at home, feeling conflicted. After all, no other man had ever touched my body besides him. But this was just a health treatment. Then I thought that since Lisa and my friends had recommended it, it must be true.
And my genitals had been quite aroused by the massage earlier. To be honest, I really wanted it to continue, so I agreed.
A while later, a male masseur came in. My face immediately turned red. He looked very tall and imposing, with a muscular, bronze complexion. I lay there, too embarrassed to move.
I could hear him mixing massage oil, and from the sound, it seemed he was adding a small amount of water to dilute it.
Suddenly, he poured the prepared oil onto my back, apparently to begin the massage. The slightly warm oil felt incredibly comfortable, especially as it slowly flowed down my buttocks, feeling extremely warm.
Then he began the massage, first using his large, rough hands to slowly and carefully spread the oil evenly across my back.
Gradually, his large, rough hands slid down from behind to my breasts. Because of the essential oil, they easily reached my nipples. This was the first time a man other than my husband had touched my breasts like this, and I felt extremely shy. I didn't dare move, and his movements were very careful and gentle. Soon, I felt an indescribable sense of security and trust. His gentle caresses, his fingers lightly and slowly gliding over my nipples, felt both numb and itchy—it was so comfortable.
I was incredibly excited by his touch, and for some reason, I was eagerly anticipating when he would massage my genitals.
Finally, he started massaging my buttocks. It felt wonderful. His hands slowly slid down through my groin, quickly reaching my vulva. He finally began massaging there. My heart was pounding; I felt incredibly excited because I had just removed the hair from my labia, making that area particularly sensitive. His large hands slowly parted my tightly closed legs.
Perhaps it was the essential oil, but my vulva slowly began to heat up. Soon, a strange warmth came from below. Strangely, I opened my eyes—oh my god! He was licking my labia with his tongue. I was terrified and panicked, but the feeling was also incredibly pleasurable, especially when his tongue entered my vagina—or rather, penetrated it. He sucked hard, and I was completely overwhelmed by his tongue. I gripped the towel on the massage table tightly, my body trembling uncontrollably.
Then, he suddenly asked me how I wanted to reach orgasm. My eyes widened—oh my god, he was completely naked! I could see his penis immediately; it was dark and erect. I was so scared that I immediately closed my eyes and said, "Anything." I could clearly feel something large slowly entering my vagina; it felt full. I wanted to touch my breasts, but I didn't dare, gripping the edge of the massage table tightly.
He continued thrusting for twenty minutes, and my body trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't take it anymore and orgasmed. But he didn't ejaculate; he continued thrusting.
I lay there lazily, enjoying the sensation.
I slowly opened my eyes, admiring his muscular physique. He never dared to look up at me, just focused intently on his work, as if he wouldn't stop unless I told him to. Suddenly, I felt a strange urge, a strong desire to taste the masseur's penis with my mouth.
The thought made my ears burn with embarrassment; how could I possibly ask? But then I thought, after all, I was the customer, I was the customer, he was providing me with service, I had paid so much money, I deserved the service I wanted. With that in mind, I made my request.
He obediently agreed, telling me to wait a moment, and then went to clean his penis before standing in front of me, still looking down at his feet.
I got off the massage bed and sat on the sofa, directing him to come over. He stood before me with his eyes closed. I stroked his large penis, only then noticing that his pubic hair was completely shaved, very clean.
I asked him if he might accidentally ejaculate in my mouth. He firmly stated that ejaculation was not allowed, and if it happened, he would be fired.
I was shocked by their service attitude.
I confidently began to savor his penis. It was hard and long, impossible to swallow completely. The veins were bulging with blood. I slowly licked it with my tongue. The glans was large, like a big mushroom, with prominent annular grooves. I closed my eyes and swallowed, feeling this adorable thing churning inside my vagina, bringing me endless pleasure.
He stood there expressionless, eyes closed.
I started sucking his testicles, only one at a time, like a large lump of dough. I teased them with my tongue, and soon my lower body started to itch again. I rolled over and lay face down on the sofa, my buttocks raised high. I commanded him to give me an orgasm from behind. He followed my instructions, penetrating me from behind and thrusting powerfully. Surrounded by the pink light, the intoxicating aroma, and soothing music, I indulged in the pleasure.
Soon, I orgasmed again.
Afterward, I lay motionless on the sofa. He asked if I needed another orgasm. I lazily shook my head. He then carried me to a bathtub filled with flower petals, telling me to rest for a while. Finally, a female server came in to dry me off, helped me get dressed, and accompanied me to the lobby to pay the bill. I swiped my card; it came to 3000 RMB.
They even gave me a VIP card.
This was the most satisfying time I'd ever spent money.
I got home close to 11 pm. My son was already asleep, and my husband was still watching TV. He was a little annoyed that I was so late, and I pretended to be angry too, grumbling about work. Seeing this, my husband started comforting me. Since I had already showered, I pretended to take a quick, light shower and went to sleep.
I woke up at 9:30 am. I was probably too tired last night, but I slept really well. There was a note from my husband on the table, reminding me not to forget breakfast. My eyes immediately welled up with tears; I felt a little guilty about my behavior last night.
I could only comfort myself that it was just a kind of health treatment.
I arrived at the office at 10 a.m. and was checking my emails when David knocked on the door and came in with some documents.
"Kiki, this is product information faxed from XX company in Beijing. They hope to discuss things with us as soon as possible!" "Oh, thank you! Let me take a look!" "Kiki, you look great today!" "Oh, really?" I subconsciously touched my face; it was a little hot.
"Did you have some kind of treatment?" "Oh, Royal Dynasty Spa." Oh my god, how could I have blurted that out? So embarrassing!
My face instantly turned red to my neck.
"Ah, Royal Dynasty is a place for rich people. I heard it's a very nice place to enjoy life. Kiki, you really know how to enjoy life.
I'll go out now.
" "Oh, okay." I suddenly noticed that David's skin tone was very similar to the male masseur's from last night, and their heights were about the same. My heart started pounding again.
Slowly Betraying My Husband (Part Two) Looking at the information David had just sent, this Beijing company was the most promising major client of the year. If we could secure this deal, the rest of the year would be much easier, and all my efforts wouldn't have been in vain. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel excited, and my competitive spirit at work grew stronger.
Soon, I contacted the company by phone.
This company specializes in developing in-vehicle GPS products, and our company happens to be an agent for an American GPS application module IC. This company is very optimistic about in-vehicle GPS and has been searching for all GPS IC companies. Our company is one of them. In terms of IC performance, company size, and technical support, we have a significant advantage. This company also has high expectations for our GPS IC and hopes to come to Beijing for negotiations as soon as possible.
I truthfully reported this situation to my boss, who was very pleased and said that I could take relevant personnel to Beijing for negotiations.
And so, I immediately began organizing all the relevant information.
This negotiation was primarily technical. We needed to demonstrate to the company the superior performance and powerful functionality of our GPS chip, as well as the exceptional technical support from our company. We had to eliminate any concerns they might have.
Therefore, I selected two technical personnel for this task, one for software and one for hardware, and invited our company's development manager. I brought along my personal assistant, Lina, who happens to be from Beijing, giving her a chance to go home.
Just then, I saw David walking outside. His tall, robust figure and dark skin reminded me of that masseuse, and my heart started pounding again.
Since he was the client he had been working with, I decided to bring him along as well. Thinking about it, my face flushed.
So, our group consisted of six people: the engineering department manager and me, my assistant Lina, and David.
The company booked us early morning flights to Beijing. Lina was excitedly chatting and laughing the whole way; after all, anyone would be happy to go home for a business trip. Lina likes to sit by the window, so I sat next to her, with David beside her.
The two-hour flight
went by quickly while we were talking. The food on the plane was pretty bad, but it was enough to keep you from getting hungry. After eating a little, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, so I got up to go out. As I stepped into the aisle, the plane suddenly shook, and I was thrown onto David. Good heavens, in that instant, my buttocks pressed heavily against the crotch of his legs. I could clearly feel David's penis, and it seemed quite large. My heart was pounding, and without daring to look back, I straightened up and headed for the restroom. Even
after entering the restroom, my racing heart hadn't calmed down.
Sitting on the toilet, still replaying the feeling from earlier, a blush crept onto my face. After urinating, I wiped my genitals with a tissue and found myself involuntarily caressing myself. I closed my eyes, fantasizing that David was the masseur from that day, giving me a massage, and that he brought me to orgasm with his large, dark penis.
Soon, my vulva became very wet from my caresses, unbearably itchy. I took a deep breath, relaxed, wiped away the remaining fluid with a tissue, and returned to my seat.
Around noon, we arrived at Beijing Capital Airport. June in Beijing is enchanting, with clear skies and a pleasantly cool temperature. We drove to the Beijing Lido Holiday Hotel near the company (Sizhuang), a thoughtful choice Lina had made for us. It was close to Sizhuang and surrounded by a bustling area. Naturally,
Lina and I shared a room, the engineering manager and David shared a room, and the two engineers shared a room. We
had a preliminary meeting with Sizhuang's representatives in the afternoon, so after settling in, we quickly ate lunch.
I arrived at the Sizhuang company reception desk promptly at 3 PM. Soon, Manager Xie from the GPS development department greeted us and gave us a tour of the company. He described it as a large enterprise with strong capabilities in information communication and navigation technology, and branch offices in various provincial capitals.
I was proud to cooperate with such a company! Manager Xie quickly convened a meeting with the relevant project leaders. The afternoon flew by, and the meeting went very smoothly. Our product had a clear advantage, and they quickly affirmed its performance, deciding to use our IC in their product design. This was undoubtedly great news for us.
Time always flies by unnoticed. The meeting ended at 8 PM. I invited everyone to dinner, but Lina was already impatient; she wanted to go home immediately. Haha, that little girl, probably worried her boyfriend in Beijing wouldn't be able to wait.
So, the five of us from our company and several key project personnel from the client's side had a lavish dinner together. In Chinese business, meals are a crucial part of the process; the camaraderie built during that time far surpasses the relationships formed through working together.
At the dinner table, they began praising the superior performance of our ICs, extolling our incredibly fast response times, and emphasizing how much they valued us. Soon, everyone was like brothers, sharing everything.
After dinner, I warmly invited them to a karaoke bar. In the private room, everyone continued to flatter each other, clinking glasses and drinking, occasionally even singing their hearts out. Everyone had a great time.
Then, David invited me to the lobby to go clubbing. Frankly, I was especially happy that work was progressing smoothly, and it had been a long time since I'd relaxed. David and I went to the dance floor. The deafening music made me want to move involuntarily, and the psychedelic lights felt both mysterious and sexy.
The dance floor was crowded, everyone was dancing wildly, as if releasing some kind of pent-up energy. David and I were the same, moving our bodies with abandon. Occasionally, we'd bump into each other, which excited me. David would pull my hand to dance with him, which felt natural. Sometimes he'd gently stroke my waist, which I guess was part of the dance. I became bolder, leaning my back against his chest and constantly wiggling my hips. I could clearly feel his penis, just like on an airplane, which made me even more excited.
David reciprocated by stroking my arms and waist. I stretched my arms high in the air, wildly rubbing my hips against his penis. Suddenly, David grabbed my breasts with both hands. Oh my god, it felt so good! His large, powerful hands... I didn't resist at all, continuing to dance and scream with pleasure.
Finally, David hugged me tightly, kissing my neck. It tickled, and I couldn't resist, just closing my eyes and enjoying it. Slowly, he turned me over, and we kissed.
My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and I could clearly feel his rapid heartbeat. His broad shoulders held me tightly in his arms, and I felt like a little bird, almost melting. His tongue, like a swimming dragon, intertwined with mine, giving me an electric shock-like sensation that left me completely numb.
I pressed my abdomen against him, and I could clearly feel his penis was hard, which excited me even more.
The people on the dance floor quickly pushed us apart, and we continued dancing for a while before returning to the private room to continue drinking and singing with our clients. I occasionally ate the fruit on the table and stole glances at David. His gaze made me unable to look him in the eye, and my heart started pounding wildly.
The two managers were completely drunk, while the technicians were quite good at karaoke. We partied until after 2 a.m., when everyone was exhausted and we finally headed home.
Back at the hotel, two engineers helped David escort the manager back to his room. I staggered along behind. Naturally, the two engineers shared a room, while David and the manager shared one. I was originally with Lina, but she had gone to her boyfriend's, so I was alone.
I felt incredibly dizzy, so I quickly took a hot shower and sat on the bed, slowly drinking hot water.
That made me feel much better.
Suddenly, I heard a commotion next door. I went out to see what was going on and found the hotel staff cleaning. Apparently, the manager was completely drunk and had vomited all over the hotel bed. David had called the staff to clean it up. I stood in the doorway in my bathrobe, covering my nose and giggling.
The staff quickly cleaned the room, but the manager was still like a log, snoring and sleeping soundly! The room reeked of his vomit! After the staff finished cleaning and left, I turned and went back to my own room next door.
Just as I was about to go to sleep, someone knocked on the door. I opened it to find David.
I was a little nervous.
"Still not asleep so late?" "The room smells awful, so I turned on the air conditioner to air it out. Can I take a shower here?" "Oh, please, go ahead!" I watched TV, my mind a jumble of thoughts. David was showering in the bathroom... A little while later, he came out. Oh my god, he was only wearing a towel around his lower body! He casually tossed his clothes on the table and sat on the other bed. My heart was pounding.
He kept drying his hair with a towel and kept talking to me, but I didn't understand what he was saying. I was so nervous. I just casually replied that we should get back together. Suddenly, he said that he felt great kissing me when he went clubbing that night. My face burned instantly, and I quickly lowered my head and didn't say a word.
He continued, saying he didn't expect me to have such a good figure. I wanted to disappear into the ground. I didn't dare to say anything or look at him. Seeing that I didn't speak, he seemed a little embarrassed and said he was going back to sleep. He stood up, and I suddenly regretted it. Why didn't I say something? In a panic, I quickly raised my head, wanting to say something.
Oh my god, just then David stood up, and the towel around his waist fell to the floor, revealing a muscular, healthy, bronze-skinned man. Most breathtakingly, his penis was erect and pointing directly at me—it was so big! I was so shocked I forgot to scream. Without a word, David strode over and pushed me down, pinning me beneath him. I don't know why, but I felt no resistance whatsoever, and even a little anticipation.
He quickly started kissing me passionately again, and I cooperated fully because it felt so good.
Since I was wearing a bathrobe, David easily untied it, and his large, rough hands roughly kneaded my left breast. It felt so good; I wished he would touch both my breasts with both hands. Soon, we were rolling around naked on the bed, passionately kissing.
His large hands caressed my breasts incessantly, and I stroked his broad back in turn. His tongue began kissing my neck, giving me goosebumps and a ticklish sensation, yet I didn't want him to stop. I could clearly feel his thick, large penis pressing against my stomach, which excited me even more. He began kissing my breasts
, taking my nipples into his mouth, his tongue teasing them relentlessly. I excitedly rubbed his head with both hands. His kisses made my genitals hot, and I wanted to spread my legs, but he held me too tightly.
His tongue finally left my breasts and began to slowly move downwards. Oh my god, could it be? I was so excited! His powerful tongue slid across my waist, making me incredibly itchy. My genitals were already soaked with moisture, hot and itchy.
Involuntarily, I parted my legs.
Finally, his tongue moved to the base of my thigh. I was almost dying of impatience, but instead of kissing my genitals, his tongue kept kissing my thighs, occasionally teasing my pubic hair. Oh my god, I desperately wanted him to kiss my genitals right away.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Just then, his tongue gently touched my genitals.
I shuddered. He gently parted my labia with his hands, and his tongue teased my clitoris. I felt like I was being electrocuted. I stroked my breasts, fantasizing that it was him touching me. My body trembled uncontrollably, yearning for a more intense kiss.
He started sucking on my labia, making a squeaking sound. The sound made me even more itchy. I couldn't resist any longer. Suddenly, I mustered my courage, sat up, pushed David down on the bed, and straddled him. His
big, dark penis was erect in front of me, and I grabbed it.
Ah, so hard, so hot. I bent down and took it all into my mouth at once. He cried out in surprise. We ended up in a 69 position. He continued to play with my genitals with his tongue. I moved my hips while sucking on his penis. It was so big, comparable to the male masseur's. I excitedly savored it, my hands occasionally caressing his testicles.
My genitals were also incredibly aroused by his licking. I was unbearably itchy there. I couldn't wait any longer; I needed his big penis inside me.
Thinking this, I turned around and straddled him, my right hand holding his penis, aiming it at my vagina. I lowered my hips. Ah! So full, so hot, so tight, all the way in! It felt so good! I was completely floating on air. I excitedly twisted my hips, moving back and forth, left and right. His large hands kneaded my breasts heavily. I happily felt his hard penis thrusting back and forth inside my vagina.
Soon, he reached his peak of excitement. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed, spreading my legs wide, including my genitals. His penis, like a powerful cannon, thrust all the way in. I cried out in ecstasy, his rapid thrusts intensifying my pleasure. My entire body swayed back and forth with each thrust, and I wished it would never stop.
Soon I climaxed.
But I wasn't satisfied, because he was as strong and powerful as the masseur. My favorite orgasm position was prone, so I willingly lay on my stomach, letting him penetrate me from behind. It felt so good, so deep, my buttocks high, being thrust into so heavily—it felt like being a slave.
He continued to thrust into me wildly, and I couldn't control my moans.
Orgasms are so addictive!

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