Vice President's Dinner

Anqi is a senior leader in our company's sales department. At just over thirty, she's already a vice
president . She joined our company right after graduation at twenty-three, rising from a junior salesperson to
a high-ranking manager earning hundreds of thousands a month, without ever changing companies. While her income is substantial, she has dedicated her youth to the company,
spending her prime years in busy work, honing herself into a shrewd and capable woman, yet not domineering
. She's kind to people and approachable to her subordinates. Although her career has been smooth sailing, her love life hasn't been so fortunate.
It's said she was married early but never had children, and after her divorce, she adopted two little girls.

Anqi's figure is truly stunning, so good that it's hard to believe she's over thirty. Her
mature body is slightly fleshy but very toned, not at all bulky. Her breasts aren't large, but she possesses
a naturally beautiful, unforgettable, perky bottom. In addition, because of her work, she always wears high-end
business attire that perfectly hugs her body curves. Her soft, boneless waist and plump, upturned buttocks create
a stunning arc. Paired with her fair skin and long, shapely legs, she has a deadly
allure for men. Besides her figure, her face also has a slightly mixed-race look. God's favor has brought so many
advantages to her. She possesses both elegance and sexiness, maturity and charm. She is the undisputed goddess of our company
and the idol of thousands in the sales department.

Since my boss spends most of her time working in the office, I often run into her after I joined the company.
Every time I see her, I feel my pupils dilate, my blood rushes, and my heart races. Whenever we bump into each other in the elevator on my way to or from work, I
try to stand behind her so I can fully peek at her beautiful body, dressed in various professional outfits
: pencil skirts, short skirts, long skirts, shirts, suits, black stockings, and flesh-colored stockings. Over time, I started fantasizing about
her plump buttocks, and my wicked thoughts became increasingly uncontrollable. I was completely obsessed with her. Sometimes I would deliberately
wait downstairs for her to ride the elevator together, so I could enjoy that brief, wonderful moment of fantasy. In my hazy state, I
seemed to see my hand slowly resting on Anqi's buttocks in the elevator,
gently tracing her cleft and kneading her fleshy breasts. Or, when the elevator was crowded, I would press my body against her pert buttocks and rub
my erect penis against her cleft, moving back and forth. In the lonely nights, I've countless times squandered my passion
, just to imagine her alluring body beneath her business attire, fantasizing about her seductive,
seductive gaze, and the pleasure of our entanglement. But reality is different. Every time I see Angie, she's
so close, so close I could brush past her and reach out, yet so far away, so far that I, a lowly employee in the company,
have absolutely no chance or reason to approach or get to know her. Days flew by, and after a year of torment, I
finally saw a turning point recently.

At the routine joint meeting of the sales department and our department, my prepared report received
unanimous approval from the sales department leader because it contained new channels to help them improve performance. The boss also valued it highly, and to my
surprise, several sales vice presidents, including Angie, expressed strong interest. Later, due to
time constraints, we had to arrange a detailed discussion after the meeting. The thought of being able to spend time alone with Angie, the long-awaited opportunity
suddenly arriving, made me uncontrollably excited. The meeting was still ongoing, but I had already wandered off. Our department
leader naturally also valued this highly, but unexpectedly, he spent the rest of the time with me
communicating with the sales vice presidents. This made me somewhat annoyed; perhaps with him around,
he would get all the information, leaving me no chance to meet Angie. However, after the vice presidents finished their discussions, Angie remained silent
. Until everyone else had finished, leaving only Angie, I finally couldn't help but ask her assistant...
The reply I received
to write execution plans for the other vice presidents.

After work on Friday, I continued to bury myself in the plan as usual. Since the next day was the weekend, I didn't plan
to go home early. I made myself a bowl of instant noodles at the company for dinner and continued working on my plan. My phone rang
. I glanced at the time on my computer; it was already 8:30. Someone was calling me so late!
Looking at the caller ID, I immediately became excited. It was Angie; I had her number saved
in my phone long ago.

"Hello, this is Angie. Are you free?" Angie's voice on the phone was gentler, her speech calm and
sincere, making her seem approachable and quickly calming me down.

"Hello, Ms. An."

"I'm sorry to bother you so late. I wanted to schedule a time to talk about the plan we discussed in the last meeting
. I've been on a business trip for the past two days and haven't had a chance to discuss it with you. You see, the first
thing I did as soon as I got back was to contact you, haha." "It's alright.
Just tell me your thoughts on that plan now. I'm still at the company and can help you figure something out right away."

"You're still working overtime at the company so late?"

"Yes, I've been helping the vice president with the plan lately. Besides, I don't have much to do when I get back, so I
might as well tidy up at the company." "Then you have to help me figure something out too, haha. How about next weekend
when you're free so we can meet up and discuss it in detail?" "Okay, no problem. You can set a time, I'm available." I readily
agreed, eager to meet up immediately. My heart was pounding with excitement. Why didn't I think of that? This
way I could get rid of my annoying boss and spend time alone with Anqi. Thank God.

"Okay, then tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock, I'll be near your house. Send me your address, and I'll
choose the location." "Sure, no problem, see you tomorrow." After hanging up the phone, I was still feeling unsettled, but I had to
go home immediately to prepare. Although I wasn't rich, handsome, or tall, I believed that a man's appearance was the most important thing, and
looks were secondary. It's like the saying, "There are no ugly women, only lazy women."

The next afternoon, I wore what I thought was my best and most suitable outfit: a fitted short-sleeved t-shirt
and gray jeans. I also carefully styled my hair and even wore some
designer perfume that a friend had given me for my birthday—something I'd never done before. I met Angie at a teahouse near her house.

I found the place and saw her from afar; she had already taken her seat before me. Of course, she wasn't wearing anything special since it was the weekend.
Instead of her usual professional attire, she wore a low-cut blue silk dress, legs crossed, most of her beautiful legs
exposed outside the dress. Her fair skin was flawless, a far cry from her usual serious professional image. She
was on the phone, talking about something, and when she saw me approaching, she waved for me to sit down.

"Coming! What would you like to drink?" Angie greeted me after hanging up the phone. I stupidly forgot to order anything
, only focusing on stealing glances at Angie up close. After ordering, I handed her the printed proposal and began explaining it to her
. Angie looked at it attentively, while I stole glances at the glimpse of her cleavage. Angie's skin was exceptionally good; her snow-
white chest was flawless, her small breasts as white and translucent as jade. I took the opportunity to sit next to Angie and
further explain the plan to her. We sat close together, our bodies touching, and I could smell her delicate,
intoxicating fragrance. I could almost feel her body heat slowly eroding my will through the air.
The beautiful woman I had been longing for was now sitting beside me, right next to my already burning, irresistible body.
My penis was uncontrollably swelling, but thankfully, my posture concealed it.

I tried to suppress the lust in my heart and explained the plan, which I already knew by heart, to Angie step by step, enjoying
the wonderful time with her. After nearly an hour of communication, Angie and I felt much closer
. I was no longer as nervous and excited as before, and we chatted naturally, laughing and talking.

"I think this is really good, but some details should be
adjusted according to the situation in our area,"

Angie paused and continued, "Look, it's getting late. A friend of mine has a restaurant opening tonight.
If you don't mind, why don't you come with me? I'll have company, and we can finalize some
details. What do you think?" "Of course! I'd love to learn more from you,"

Angie smiled and said. "Let's go then. It'll take a while to drive there." So we got up,
and I followed her out of the teahouse. My gaze unconsciously fell on Angie's buttocks again. The silk dress clung to her
perfect hip curves, and as she walked, her hips swayed from side to side with the movement of her waist,
looking even more alluring than in her business attire.

"Wow, those are really perky!" I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Her curves, fuller and more alluring than a girl's,
were simply mesmerizing. I really wanted to keep walking like this forever.

The hotel wasn't in the city center. We drove for half an hour to get there. It was a private club located in
a villa area. The restaurant boasted a Western restaurant, bar, spa, and entertainment facilities—everything one could need. The decor was opulent
and luxurious; though not large, the place was exquisitely appointed. Several of the waitresses were model-level—
tall, beautiful, and with striking figures. When we arrived, the restaurant wasn't crowded yet. The owner
, a greasy-haired, overweight man in his forties, immediately spotted Angie and came to greet us. He reeked of money. Angie didn't greet me, instead going straight to chat with the owner, seemingly quite familiar with him. I, knowing better, found a seat and idly fiddled with my phone. As more , the atmosphere became more lively. Throughout the meal, people kept coming up to toast Anqi. Anqi's alcohol tolerance was astonishing; she never refused and always downed a glass of red wine. I, who had neither the capacity nor the courage to drink, could only smile and keep up the good fun. Before I knew it, Anqi's face was flushed. I secretly asked, "Sister An, are you alright? If you're not feeling well, don't force yourself." Anqi smiled at me, nodded, and didn't say anything. We finally made it to the end of the banquet, but we hadn't discussed the plan at all. We left the restaurant, and Angie maintained her elegant posture without losing her composure. When we reached the parking lot, I suddenly realized that I shouldn't drive after drinking, and I couldn't drive. I felt like a golden opportunity had presented itself; God was being incredibly kind to me. "Angie, are you still planning to drive?" "No, you can't drive?" I scratched my head, embarrassed. "I can't drive either." "Oh." "For safety's sake, why don't you rest here for a while and go back later? I can take a taxi home myself." Angie looked at me, as if tacitly agreeing. So, trembling, I accompanied her to the guest room department, showed my ID to the receptionist, and glanced at the price list. Holy crap, a standard room was 888, and a business room was 1488! This was ripping people off! But I couldn't back down now. Gritting my teeth, I bought 1488. I couldn't let my goddess down, especially since this kind of investment would definitely pay off. After all, she was a high-ranking leader in our company; if I could build a connection, I wouldn't have to treat myself badly in the future. The room was quite nice. It was spacious, with a separate living room, tastefully furnished, and a beautiful view from the window. The bedroom had a large floor-to-ceiling window and a two-meter-wide super king-size bed, far surpassing ordinary budget hotels. I helped Angie sit on the bed, drew the curtains, and poured her a glass of hot water. Angie sat the bed watching me without saying a word until I took out slippers to help her change. Then she said a little awkwardly , "It's okay, I can do it myself." "It's alright," I replied casually, without stopping what I was doing. I gently helped her take off her high heels and put on the slippers. When I got up, Angie turned her head to the side, but I could clearly see that her eyes were wet . She obviously didn't want me to notice. She said, "Then I'll go take a shower first. You sit for a while." After saying that, she went straight into the bathroom. She didn't mean for me to leave. I was overjoyed. I sat alone in my room, listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, lost in thought. At this very moment, Angie was naked in the next room, her snow-white body exposed, water cascading over her delicate skin, flowing over her beautiful curves . It all felt like a dream. Yesterday, we were just two unrelated people, a high-ranking company executive and an ordinary employee. And now, we were sharing a room—it was so wonderful! And I was about to see her emerge from the water, like a lotus flower in full bloom. Even if I had to wait all night, it would be an absolutely worthwhile task , something I would gladly do, even die for. My mind wandered, flipping through the TV, my thoughts only focused on the rushing water in the bathroom. I had no idea what the TV was showing. Time ticked by, and it felt like an eternity. Finally, Angie came out.

She was wrapped in a bath towel, and perhaps worried about being too revealing, she had another towel draped over her shoulders.
Her hair, which had been tied up, was now completely loose over her shoulders, slightly curly. The damp, curly hair
added a touch of allure to her already mixed-race features. I was stunned, speechless as she walked towards me.

Seeing her emerge from the bath for the first time overwhelmed my already deep admiration for her.

"Sorry, I didn't have any clean clothes to change into," Angie said as she sat down beside me. I don't know
if it was just my imagination, but I felt like she was intentionally or unintentionally touching my arm.

I replied somewhat awkwardly, "Angie, don't be so formal. Be careful not to catch a cold. I just turned on the air conditioner for you.
Let me make you some more hot water." "Oh, it's okay, I'm much better."

"I can do it myself,"

Angie said, pressing my hand down, and then got up herself.

What happened next was something I'll never forget. As Angie stood up,
the towel she was wearing slipped off, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. A
fair, mature body suddenly appeared before me. Her rounded buttocks were flawless, and her slender waist
made them appear even more pert and firm. Her smooth, delicate skin shimmered with light, and her long, shapely legs were perfectly formed.
I could even vaguely see the hair between her legs. It was breathtaking, truly suffocating. I never dreamed
such a scene would unfold today, catching me completely off guard, testing the limits of my mental fortitude
.

Time seemed to slow down. I just stared at this beautiful, exposed body, speechless
, completely forgetting that the person in front of me was our company's leader. I didn't know if it was shame or excitement, but
my face burned, a burning desire that had been suppressed for so long. Just as I was utterly astonished and completely bewildered
, Angie, as if prepared, didn't panic or scream. Instead,
she slowly crouched down slightly, bent down to pick up the towel,
and calmly sat back down beside me. She didn't rewrap herself in the towel, but simply draped it lightly over her chest.

Even though my mind was completely blank, I understood then that this was clearly a carefully
orchestrated scene. But for some reason, she had taken the initiative and made such a gesture towards
me. With such

a beauty before me, I didn't have time to think. I couldn't refuse such a delicious treat, especially one
I had been longing for for so long. I silently encouraged myself, took a deep breath, and
tremblingly wrapped one arm around her waist from behind. As expected, Angie didn't react. I gently pulled her closer to my
body. Angie was as docile as a kitten at that moment. I smelled her intoxicating fragrance and slowly caressed
her bare, smooth, white back. After enjoying the delicate touch and tenderness for a while, I began to relax.
The heat in my body made me impatiently wrap my other arm around Angie's body from the front, and with both arms
around her, I kissed her soft lips. Angie, her eyes closed and breathing slightly heavily, proactively extended
her tongue, teasing my tongue. I smelled her fragrant breath, and my desire burned ever brighter. My lower body
began to undergo a tremendous change. At the same time, I casually lifted the towel draped over her chest, finally revealing her breasts.
Angie's breasts, due to her milky-white skin, appeared as white as jade. Her areolas were small and pale, and the
dark red nipples at the peaks were not yet erect, moving up and down with her breath. While kissing her, I began
to knead her breasts. They were just the right size to be grasped in one hand, yet surprisingly full and elastic. A gentle
squeeze felt wonderful. I began to run my fingers around her nipples, circling them repeatedly. Feeling
her nipples begin to erect, I pinched one gently with my fingers, and a
soft moan escaped her throat, "Mmm..." This moan completely ignited me. I laid Angie down on the bed, and then...
I kneaded her breasts forcefully
slender neck. I immediately felt Angie's body tense up, her breathing becoming heavier, and her legs
began to writhe irregularly, rubbing against my thighs. Slowly, I kissed Angie's neck down to
her chest, my tongue circling her nipples, occasionally brushing them aside, and sometimes briefly
sucking them hard. My hands, not satisfied, began to explore her body, stroking downwards,
my fingers brushing over the pubic hair. It wasn't very thick, but the mound of flesh was high and bulging. I placed my palm
on this mound and gently pressed down, my middle finger exploring downwards along the depression in the center of the mound, soon
touching the already wet opening I expected. I pinched Angie's labia between my index and middle fingers,
squeezing and playing with them back and forth. As more and more of her juices flowed out, I smeared them all over her vulva
. Now, Angie's entire vulva was wet and sticky, covered from her clitoris to her labia, completely
coated her own juices. Angie seemed to be enjoying it immensely; her moans grew increasingly muffled, slowly
turning into sobs.

Angie was probably already impatiently waiting for my final thrust, but I felt I had to give her
more satisfaction, to give her more and more foreplay. My mind was set on conquering this woman, so
I wasn't going to give in so easily. I straightened up, came between her legs, and, suppressing my swollen and engorged penis
, lifted Angie's legs and flipped them upwards, pressing them down with my hands. Suddenly, I kissed her
vulva, which was covered in my juices. Angie was clearly caught off guard, letting out a soft, startled cry, but
it quickly turned into a comfortable moan. As I licked her, I observed her closely. Angie
was breathing , her breasts heaving violently, her abdomen trembling, and she had been moaning incessantly from the beginning.
I slowly ran my tongue around her labia. Angie's labia were large, like two large pieces of flesh
pressed against her vulva. With the passage of time, her slightly darkened labia, though not as fresh as a young girl's, were full
of the mysterious charm of a mature woman. Glistening with her own vaginal fluids, they shimmered before me. Her pubic hair was evenly
distributed around her, and her soaked vulva exuded a strong, stimulating scent that aroused male hormones. I used the tip of my tongue to tease...
I parted her labia and licked between her labia, the constant flow of her vaginal fluid proving
how much she was enjoying herself. Angie had completely abandoned her initial reserve, pressing my
head down with both hands and holding my mouth tightly against her vulva, wanting me to provide continuous stimulation. I was stimulated by her pressure
.

"Ah...uh...I...I'm coming..." Angie was about to climax? This caught me
off guard ; I hadn't expected her to be so sensitive.

I looked again at the face I had long admired, now her eyes half-closed, her lips slightly bitten,
her long scattered on the pillow. This reminded me of
the serious-looking vice president in the company, dressed in a business suit, her hair in a bun, who had just told me she was about to climax. Suddenly, an indescribable pleasure welled up within me.

The pleasure on the verge of climax had plunged Angie into a vortex of lust. She completely forgot who she was
, who the man in front of her was, and where she was. Her mind was blank; she only knew to shake
her snow-white body without reservation, thrusting her lower body against the man, wanting more pleasure, wanting to experience a
thoroughly enjoyable climax. "Faster...faster...lick me...lick me...lick me..." Angie repeated
the same words, pressing my head firmly against her vulva, which pushed upwards forcefully.

"Ah..." With a long moan, Angie's slender legs suddenly burst forth with immense strength,
clamping my head tightly between them. Her body convulsed violently, and wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her.

I experienced Angie's orgasm for the first time, and I felt incredibly satisfied. I had always thought that as
a high-ranking executive in the company, with more experience than me, Angie would easily manipulate me. But
I never expected her to be so sensitive and to succumb so quickly. Angie, who had already experienced an orgasm
, was unaware that the man before her possessed a 16cm erect penis with a girth larger than average,
which would surely drive her to ecstasy and leave her completely lost.

As the afterglow of Angie's orgasm gradually subsided, my own penis, which had been swollen and unbearable for some time, began
to
swell. I lay on top of her, gently kissing her, and while caressing her, I pulled her hand towards my crotch. My penis, swollen from excessive excitement, formed a high tent in my pants, and Angie, limp and
submissive, gently rubbed and caressed me through my pants. I got up and unbuckled my belt and pants.
Angie took the initiative to pull down my underwear, and my pent-up penis sprang out. The dark shaft
and bright red glans were quite a visual impact. Angie stared at my penis in surprise and continued to caress it with her
delicate hands.

Looking at Angie, I couldn't help but say, "Sister Angie, you're so beautiful."

"Really? Is that so?" "Of course, I've liked you for a long time." "Then what do you like about me? I'm
so old." "Sister Angie, don't joke around. In my heart, you're a goddess. You're so elegant and capable
, far beyond what ordinary girls can compare to." While stroking Angie's smooth body, I continued to say mischievously,
"Your skin is so good, and your voice is so beautiful."

"You bad boy!"

Angie acted like a little girl, playing around with me, and then straddled me. My penis
was pressed under her buttocks. Angie lowered her head to kiss me while starting to move her body back and forth, rubbing her warm
, moist vagina against my penis. I felt my penis getting bigger and bigger, covered with her
fluids. The friction became smooth and slippery. I felt an unprecedented excitement. At this moment, Angie
slid down to my lower body until she was between my legs, holding my penis, sticking out her tongue, and licking my penis.

"Anqi, no, I haven't showered yet." I remembered that I hadn't even showered all day, and I was
sure I smelled terrible. I was afraid of upsetting her, so I tried to stop her.

"It's okay,"

Anqi said with a smile. "I like it."

Then, completely ignoring my protests, she grabbed my penis and started licking the glans. She
didn't seem to mind at all; in fact, she looked completely intoxicated. Her tongue teased the glans,
sweeping back and forth in the sulcus, sending shivers down my spine.

My penis wasn't washed; it was covered in Anqi's own vaginal fluid. Looking at her wanton and intoxicated expression
, I was also immersed in immense satisfaction. This satisfaction even overshadowed my physical pleasure. The intense
sense of conquest and possessiveness made me unable to resist the stimulation of this scene. I increasingly felt that Anqi
was no longer the vice president, but a real slut. I gradually began to lose my mind. At that moment, I took the initiative
and thrust forward, shoving my penis directly into Anqi's mouth.

"Mmm..." The sudden movement and the stronger odor startled Angie, causing her to let out a low moan.
I didn't stop, hooking the back of her head and pulling her closer, allowing my 16cm thick penis
to penetrate deeper into her throat.

The intense discomfort and humiliation from the deep throat made Angie glance at me. When our eyes met,
I saw no anger, only a more intense sense of disorientation. Angie was immersed in the overwhelming sensory stimulation and began
to lose herself.

Unable to swallow properly, saliva began to spread in her mouth, slowly overflowing from the corners of her lips. Her
brows were tightly furrowed. Not wanting to cause her further distress, I released her. Stimulated by her, my penis was now
even thicker and more powerful than before, the glans swollen to the size of a small egg.

Angie's cheeks flushed, and she took a deep breath. I impatiently flipped her over, climbed
between her legs, and used my body to spread them apart. I pressed myself against her and began kissing her wildly, my penis
grinding against her vulva, signaling the coming storm. Although I
was already swollen and unbearable, to conquer this beauty beneath me, to make her my bed's slut, I wanted her to
completely submit to me, to never leave my penis, to actively beg me in bed, to show me her
most wanton side as a woman, to discard all her sense of superiority and shame before me.

So I attacked from multiple angles simultaneously, constantly sucking on her tongue, kneading her soft breasts,
and relentlessly rubbing my glans against her vulva, making her think I was about to enter her body, yet unable to do so.
Satisfaction finally came after several minutes of this.

Angie hugged me tightly, whispering "I want it" in my ear,

but I pretended not to hear and continued grinding against her. Angie was probably too shy to speak again
, but she started writhing, breathing heavily, and trying to grab my penis and push it
inside. I wouldn't let her succeed, pressing my lower abdomen tightly against her genitals, preventing her hands from touching
my penis. At this point, Angie gradually lost her composure and began to beg me again, "I can't take it anymore,
please put it in." "Where do you want me to put it?" I continued to torment her. "Put it in my little hole."

This time she answered very decisively. Seeing that the time was ripe, I pressed my advantage and said, "Baby, I want to hear you say it, fuck
me."

"Oh, you're so bad, teasing me like this." "Baby, I love how naughty you are in bed."

"Mmm... fuck me... I want you to fuck me."

"Then what do you call me?"

"Husband..." "Husband... fuck me quickly."

"Then I'll go get a condom."

"No condom... just come in... come in now..." Angie actually didn't want me to wear a condom. I
thought she was really slutty. "Sizzle..." I didn't hesitate. My big, ready-to-go penis went straight into Angie's
already incredibly wet hole, which I had been grinding. My body slammed heavily between her legs, and the head of my penis
rubbed against the tender flesh inside her hole, squeezing out a lot of lustful fluid.

"Ah..." With just this sudden thrust, Angie screamed in a daze, her legs tightly wrapped around
my waist. The long-lost feeling of fullness in her vagina made her feel completely filled.

I pressed her body down and began to thrust my penis in and out, once, twice, three times, gradually increasing the frequency. I
could hear soft moans in her ears, "Ah...ah...mm...mm..." This was clearly not enough for me.
I wanted to fuck her wildly, I wanted to drive her crazy, to make her utter all the most lewd words like a slut.

So, while thrusting in and out, I leaned close to her ear and asked, "Baby, does it feel good?" "It...it feels good.

" "Do you like my big cock?"

"I like it...I like it so much...your cock is so big...so thick...it feels so good..." "If you like it
, scream it out loud, I want you to scream loudly for me to hear." As I said this, I lifted my hips and
thrust into her hard. "Ah...ah...husband...you're so strong...you're fucking me...it feels so good..." "It's so big
...it makes me so itchy...so uncomfortable...I want it so much." I lay on top of Angie and continued fucking her for a few minutes.
Listening to her increasingly loud moans, I still felt unsatisfied, so I asked her, "Baby, lie on the bed,
stick your ass up, I want to fuck you from behind." Angie obediently got up, turned around, supported herself on the bed with her hands, and
stuck her ass up towards me, waiting for my pampering.

Looking at her from behind, Angie's buttocks were bigger, rounder, and perkier. A dark
patch in the middle of her snow-white buttocks contrasted sharply with her skin tone. The white semen that had flowed out from my thrusting earlier clung to her labia,
facing me directly. Seeing that I hadn't reacted for a long time, Angie slightly wiggled her buttocks a couple of times, signaling me to hurry up.
Encouraged, I aimed my penis at the entrance, inserted the glans, and thrust straight in. Angie immediately let out a
moan. I looked down at my favorite fleshy buttocks, the fleshy buttocks I had longed for, now being
penetrated , most of it inside Angie's body. I felt that my long-held fantasy had come true, and I felt
an indescribable pleasure. "Honey... this feels so good..." "Baby, you know, I've always loved
your buttocks the most, so perky and round, I can't help but want to pinch your buttocks." "Then pinch it...
pinch it however you want..." Hearing the lustful Angie say this to me, I didn't hesitate to grab
the flesh on her buttocks with my hand and pinch it hard. "Ah... it hurts..."

"Does it hurt?"

"But...it feels so good...husband, don't stop...I want you to fuck my ass properly...pinch my
ass..." Looking at Angie's ass, I felt my excitement increase greatly. I increased
the amplitude of my body movements, accelerating the thrusts from behind, each time hitting her ass squarely. Angie's entire fleshy buttocks
and body trembled violently from my impact. I began to feel the urge to ejaculate. "Slap..." I
slapped Angie's fleshy buttocks and roared, "Scream...scream louder..." "Ah...ah...
bad husband...making me scream so loudly." "Slap..." Another slap on her ass. "Hurry up...I like
you screaming loudly...I like your slutty look...scream harder...let the next room hear you screaming...
being fucked by me in your cunt..." These humiliating words stimulated Angie, making her screams sharper.
The entire room was enveloped by her lewd screams. "Ah...so...so good...I'm so itchy..."

"Mmm...ah...faster...big cock...harder...fuck me to death!" "Fuck me to death...
ah...ah..." "I'm coming...I'm going to climax..." Angie started thrusting back desperately, wanting to ram
and penetrate more violently and intensely. "Oh...fuck you to death...my baby...I love fucking your cunt...
Angie...your big slutty cock husband...I want to fuck you well...fuck you, you little slut...you little bitch."

I called her name while using more explicit words to enhance her sense of humiliation and stimulation. "Ah...
" Another surge of heat flowed from Angie's stimulated cunt, it seemed she was close to the edge of climax. "I want you
...baby husband...faster...fuck me to death...my little cunt...my little cunt is so itchy...I am your
...slut...slut...ah..." The sounds of sexual intercourse grew louder and louder, the bed was being shaken so hard that
it creaked, the whole room was filled with a lewd atmosphere. "Husband...baby...I'm going to climax..." "No
...no...I can't take it anymore...I want you to come with me." "Oh...Angie...my slutty baby...
you want me to climax with you...is that right?" "Mmm...yes...I want you to fuck me..." "Fuck
me hard...shoot all your semen inside me..." "How can you be so slutty...I'll fuck you to death...you
're such a slut..." Hearing Angie tell me to cum inside her, I couldn't control my actions and words anymore, and
started to frantically insult and ravage her.

"Fuck you to death, you bitch...fuck your cunt raw...fuck your mother...you slut..."
"You slut... squeeze me tight... squeeze your man's big cock off!"

The man and woman on the bed were reaching their climax. "Ah... ooh... coming... coming... ooh... I
'm here... I'm here..." "Quick... give it to me... ah... spray it all inside me... spray it all in..." Angie's vagina
suddenly tightened and contracted violently. The flesh walls inside her vagina kept eating my penis. Her whole fair
body convulsed. Angie actually let me ejaculate inside her, but the intense stimulation made me
forget about all that. "Ah..." With my low growl, my penis throbbed violently, and semen
gushed out in spurts. I held Angie's snow-white buttocks tightly, my penis pressed tightly against Angie's vagina.
A huge wave of pleasure instantly hit me, my mind went blank, and my semen shot into Angie's
vagina in spurts.

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