The Rise of Mature Women

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Chapter 1:

A year before starting her job, fresh out of university, she, like any other female college graduate, couldn't find opportunities in her small hometown and resolutely headed south to Haizhou, a special economic zone, in search of new opportunities.

However, she hadn't anticipated that while the special economic zone was brimming with opportunities, the competition was also far greater and stronger. In a time when female college graduates and master's degree holders were everywhere, what could she, with only a junior college diploma, do? Security guard? Or a restaurant cashier? She had thought her university scholarships and membership in the etiquette team would help her job search, but reality was far from her ideals. Neither her university, her international trade major, nor her parents, who toiled in the fields, could offer her any help in finding employment.

She had lived in a ten-dollar store, sold electronic components in an electronics market, and worked as a receptionist, but she knew this wasn't a long-term solution. She needed to succeed quickly; she craved more wealth and hoped to meet a rich person who could change her life's trajectory. After a few attempts, she realized that the probability of meeting wealthy people was extremely low, and most wealthy people were very shrewd; even if she offered herself to them, they might not accept. Having figured this out, she turned to the job market to look for opportunities.

That's how she entered the insurance company that changed her life: Fanxin Insurance.

Actually, Fanxin Insurance wasn't an insurance company, but an insurance intermediary. Insurance intermediaries act as a bridge between insurance companies and customers. Their purpose is to give customers more choices and access to more insurance products, while also allowing insurance companies to reduce or eliminate marketing costs, promoting the separation of production and sales, and focusing their attention on product design and investment management. The owner of Fanxin Insurance was a beautiful woman named Chen Meiyi. Back then, she was just a vocational college graduate. After more than three years of hard work, Chen Meiyi and her five partners joined Shanghai Fanxin, and she gradually became its Chief Administrative Officer.

Fanxin Insurance expanded rapidly, focusing its main business on personal life insurance agency services. This required an insurance sales team. Chen Meiyi had high standards for her insurance sales team. Her recruitment strategy focused on hiring agents whose tastes aligned with those of her mid-to-high-end clients; she required at least a college diploma, and if currently employed, their previous annual income had to exceed 50,000 yuan. In the early stages of development, she interviewed each salesperson individually.

On the day of the interview, the moment she first saw Guo Liya, she knew this was the ideal candidate she was looking for. Guo Liya was beautiful, slender, and her education largely met the requirements. She possessed both the naiveté of a young woman untouched by the realities of life and a fervent desire for wealth. Chen Meiyi fully understood the struggles these college graduates faced in their job search and their weaknesses. She knew such girls were the easiest to brainwash and manipulate; given the right temptation, they would obey almost anything. On the day of the interview, Chen Meiyi asked Guo Liya a final question: "If a client wanted to buy your insurance policy, say for 10 million yuan, but wanted to sleep with you, would you agree?" Although Guo Liya blushed and hesitated for a few seconds before giving the typical answer of most women, "No, I believe our professional skills can impress clients, not rely on other aspects," Chen Meiyi sensed her inner hesitation and struggle. She knew that many people are hypocritical and unable to truly understand themselves. Often, loyalty isn't about what matters, but rather that the price of loyalty isn't high enough.

Putting aside the slight discomfort during the interview, once Guo Liya joined the company, she felt it was a perfect fit. Fanxin Insurance focuses on personal life insurance for mid-to-high-end clients. On one hand, it offered opportunities to meet wealthy people; on the other hand, it was a company that emphasized presentation and cultivated an elite, high-end mindset among its employees. At Fanxin, male employees wore matching belts, shirts, suits, and ties, while female employees wore stockings, high heels, and miniskirts to meet clients. Senior managers are required to wear top international brand clothing, and even lower-ranking employees are provided with shirts, ties, and skirts. When a girl who had only been there two years longer than Guo Liya and her colleagues appeared before them carrying a Coach bag and wearing designer high heels, the girls' vanity and competitive spirit were instantly aroused—more persuasive than any advertisement. This immediately made Guo Liya feel that Fanxin Insurance was a platform to realize her life's value. Coupled with the insurance company's consistent brainwashing style and enthusiastic atmosphere, and their techniques for persuading clients (actually, persuading themselves), these girls began to dream about their future.

Furthermore, and more importantly, Fanxin offered excellent commissions to its employees. That is, no matter what method you used, as long as you could sell it—whether it was the company's own financial products or products from other insurance companies—you would receive a commission of 10%-30% of the premium. These premiums were usually calculated in the thousands each month, and good agents could earn tens of thousands in commissions per month. Of course, not all of these commissions are given to employees. 30% is deducted for purchasing the company's financial products. The returns are paid to employees after one year, and the principal is paid out after another year. However, if employees don't actively seek out customers, they are the first to miss out on their principal.

The company also provides rigorous training, covering not only business skills and conversation techniques, but also detailed requirements and guidance on aspects like attire and vehicles. There's even a special training course for female employees called "Feminine Charm and Skills Demonstration." You can choose not to attend, but who would give up free company training?

Guo Liya clearly remembers that although the female instructor stated at the beginning that "this is just a training aimed at enhancing women's personal charm, and the company does not encourage its use for commercial purposes," every female trainee understood what the company meant: as long as they could make sales, the company didn't care what they paid for. The training content was divided into several parts: attire, etiquette, psychology, and skills. The dress code taught the female trainees what the company's black stockings, high heels, and uniforms meant to men, when to wear clothing that best showcased feminine charm, and how to accentuate their curves. The etiquette section covered how to project a captivating aura—whether innocent, alluring, professional, or naive—through gestures and movements; when to apply perfume, where to apply it, and how long it would last. The psychology section taught the trainees when to take the initiative and when to let men take the lead, and how to appeal to a man's strong yet vulnerable heart through body language and actions. This was a combination of several topics. Although Guo Liya had lost her virginity in college, albeit unwillingly, which led her to never have a boyfriend or girlfriend during her university years, and despite her understanding of romantic relationships, she still blushed after listening to the training. Wasn't this just blatant instruction on seducing men? Was there really so much to learn about seducing men? She clearly remembered the agonizing testing session that followed.

As required, each female trainee had to take a mock test against a male instructor, with the female instructor providing guidance on areas for improvement. When the female instructor said, "The test results are related to your basic salary," every female trainee was eager to try. There were several mock tests; she drew one about presenting a professional image, which was quite standard, almost exactly what the company required. This simple question made the other girls quite envious. In later mock tests, one required female trainees to climb stairs to retrieve something while wearing a short dress and a thong. This temptation made even a young woman like her blush. Another mock test involved sexy sportswear; a female trainee wearing thin stockings and a tennis skirt received positive feedback. Another test involved putting on and taking off stockings to demonstrate feminine charm; it was simple—just the act of putting on and taking off stockings was enough to arouse the male examiner. One girl tried several times but failed, almost crying. Fortunately, this wasn't mandatory, meaning she wouldn't fail her probationary period because of this test.

Chapter Two: Transformation

Getting back to the point, the company assigned a mentor to each employee, who basically guided them when meeting clients. Guo Liya's mentor was Lu Wenshan, a beautiful 26-year-old woman who had returned to work after giving birth. She had a curvaceous figure and looked almost like she had never had a child. Lu Wenshan had only been with the company for a little over a year and was already a team leader. Lu Wenshan seemed to like this young woman and always took her along when meeting clients. Unfortunately, Guo Liya's luck wasn't great. She either had few opportunities or, when a big deal finally came along, it fell through. In the end, after a quarter of running around, she only managed a few small deals, far from meeting the company's minimum performance target. Thinking about it, it makes sense. How much business knowledge or interpersonal skills could a fresh graduate really understand? At most, she could give a scripted introduction, and the experienced boss could see through her inexperience immediately.

Guo Liya was very anxious and often asked her mentor how to improve her sales performance. Sister Lu (that's what she called her) often said, "You'll understand once you do it more." Later, unable to resist her persistent pestering, she smiled mysteriously and said, "Little Guo, you're just too conservative. In sales, a girl needs to be pretty and outgoing. You're naturally pretty, but being outgoing isn't enough; you need to push yourself." Guo Liya, confused, asked, "What does 'outgoing' mean?" Lu Wenshan smiled faintly and whispered in her ear, "That day, Boss Li bumped into you in the car, and you were so nervous. You can't be like this. Letting someone glance at you or touch you a couple of times won't hurt you." With that, Lu Wenshan stomped out of the office in her high heels, leaving Guo Liya red-faced and conflicted. That day, before leaving get off work, staring at her name marked in red on the sales report, thinking about the 1,000 yuan rent she had to pay next week, and remembering her younger brother still in university, Guo Liya secretly resolved to work hard to earn money and be more outgoing, as long as she could maintain her bottom line. However, she had no bottom line in her heart, and she hadn't considered what her bottom line actually was: being touched? Being undressed? Or being sexually assaulted? She only had a vague idea. She didn't know that once a psychological defense line is breached, there's no limit to how far it can escalate.

The next morning, Lu Wenshan said, "Today we're going to Mr. Zhang's place at Pengcheng International. He's interested in the insurance and financial products we introduced. Get dressed up, and come with me this afternoon." She then lowered her voice and added, "You need to learn to be more open."

Guo Liya looked at herself in the mirror again and again. The mirror reflected a beautiful, standard white-collar woman: light makeup, a pale white shirt revealing her ample bosom, a black skirt tied with a thin belt, and black stockings paired with black high heels. She couldn't seem to think of anything to be open about. After thinking for a while, she took out lip gloss from her bag and carefully applied it again. After looking at herself for a while, she turned to look at herself, still not quite satisfied. She took out perfume and dabbed it on her earlobes, the top of her head, and her anklets. Still feeling something was missing, she took out a pair of glossy, flesh-colored sheer stockings from her bag and replaced her original black pantyhose. Maybe that would make her more alluring? The moment she stepped out the door, she turned back. Facing the mirror, she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, bent over, and saw her alluring cleavage and the exposed edge of her lace bra. She blushed slightly, but then thought, "What's one look? It won't hurt."

The bathroom door closed. The insurance agent walked away in her high heels, unaware that from that moment on, her life would be forever changed.

As she got into the car, Sister Lu looked at her and exclaimed with delight, "Wow, you're so captivating! Even as a woman, I can't help but be smitten with you!" "Sister Lu, you're joking," Guo Liya thought, secretly a little smug.

Mr. Zhang, the boss of Pengcheng International, was a stern man with a square face. On the surface, he seemed completely uninterested in the two beauties in black and flesh-colored stockings, but as he placed his water glass on the coffee table, he caught a glimpse of Guo Liya's exposed cleavage as she bent over to pick it up. That pink lace bra, the deep cleavage—it all stirred his heart. She was definitely a stunner, and a fresh-faced newcomer was always the most alluring. He wondered what it would feel like to have sex with her. He couldn't help but drift off into daydreams. Women have the keenest sense of smell, and Lu Wenshan immediately noticed the man's glance. She felt both happy and a little disappointed. Had she just handed such a beautiful young girl over to the tiger's den? But then she thought, what difference does it make who she gets to have sex with? Who knows how many times female college students have been taken advantage of these days? Besides, women get married eventually, so what's the difference? Who turns down money? She can earn money too; I'm not harming her. Thinking this way, she felt relieved.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Sister Lu accompanied Guo Liya to the conference room to introduce the company to the middle managers. Entering the conference room, Guo Liya distributed materials to the middle managers sitting in the front row. Because the table was low, she felt that as she bent over, eyes immediately glanced at her chest. Feeling spied on, she suppressed her displeasure, thinking, "What can they do? Let them look! I'll let them see all they want!" By the time she distributed the next few brochures, she was able to calmly handle the lecherous stares. One mid-level manager even deliberately craned his neck to get a closer look at her V-neck, and she cooperated by taking a half-step forward. Before anyone could even see the color of her underwear, she turned and swayed back, leaving behind the sound of the man swallowing hard. Guo Liya was quite pleased with herself; she seemed to be starting to enjoy this feeling. Next, Lu Wenshan gave a brief introduction and then let Guo Liya begin introducing the products. She stood at the door watching her apprentice's performance.

After a few minutes of introduction, Guo Liya focused on what she considered to be the insurance product presentation. She even forgot that Sister Lu and Boss Zhang had disappeared from the conference room sometime during the presentation.

In fact, not long after the presentation began, Sister Lu and Boss Zhang had already returned to Boss Zhang's office, but in a rather indecent manner. Lu Wenshan sat on Boss Zhang's desk, looking up at the ceiling with her eyes closed. Several buttons of her shirt were undone, exposing most of her bare shoulders, leaving only the black bra strap visible. Boss Zhang's large mouth was roaming over Lu Wenshan's neck, occasionally blowing hot breath on her exposed shoulder blades, making her unbearably itchy. Boss Zhang's tongue roamed down her shoulders, along the black bra, to the edge of her breasts. He gently tugged at the bra, his tongue circling around her areolas. Lu Wenshan could no longer restrain herself and couldn't help but press Boss Zhang's head down, yearning to rub closer. Boss Zhang, understanding her desire, gently pulled down the bra strap, revealing a woman's firm, white flesh. After six months of a man's caresses, her nipples were still a peach-pink, and her areolas were small. Such a snow-white, bamboo shoot-shaped breast, with an areola only the size of a coin, and a nipple that stood proudly in the air like a small red grape, emphasizing its presence. Before Lu Wenshan could even blush, Mr. Zhang's tongue instantly enveloped the married woman's breasts, circling them once. The young woman trembled, clinging tightly to the man, her already parted thighs involuntarily trying to clamp around his legs, yet unable to hold them together. She let her desire, drop by drop, gather into small drops of moisture, slowly accumulating in her flower garden, gradually seeping through her black stockings.

As the other shoulder strap predictably fell, both of the woman's breasts were exposed. Mr. Zhang's tongue sometimes circled, sometimes held the buds, occasionally giving them a gentle tug. Each time, it elicited a shudder and a soft moan from the woman. The passion was boundless.

The woman was quite experienced in bed, and she decided to take the initiative. She nudged Mr. Zhang, saying, "I'll do it." The woman gently half-squatted, her fingers skillfully unzipping the man's zipper, releasing his penis. Looking at the already wet glans, she slowly opened her cherry-like mouth and swallowed it entirely.

"Ugh, so good..." Enjoying the young woman's service, Boss Zhang's hands naturally wouldn't be idle. He skillfully played with the married woman's breasts. Lu Wenshan's breasts weren't very large, but they were very round and had a wonderful feel, as smooth as cream. Each time he flicked her slightly brown nipples, the young woman would twist and protest. Watching the beautiful married woman kneeling on the ground constantly swallowing and spitting, serving him as attentively as if he were serving a groom, this feeling was wonderful.

The married woman's oral skills weren't top-notch, but Boss Zhang didn't want to give up. He called for a pause, took out a vibrator from the drawer, and said, "Let's play by the old rules." The young woman felt a little disappointed. She had originally thought that she could just have oral sex and avoid physical humiliation, but she didn't expect that she still wouldn't be let off the hook. She cursed inwardly, but still forced a smile, took the vibrator from her hand, and gracefully took off her short skirt. She turned around and showed her black stockings to Boss Zhang.

She knew that Mr. Zhang's hobby was to have her personally remove his stockings and insert a vibrator. She cursed this perverted hobby inwardly.

But no matter how much she cursed, her shapely buttocks were still helplessly displayed before Mr. Zhang. She regularly worked out, so her gluteal muscles were quite rounded. Mr. Zhang looked at the alluring black stockings and delicate lace panties, groped around for a moment, and tremblingly pulled them off, revealing her white, round buttocks and a patch of dark pubic hair. "Open up a little," the young woman said helplessly, slightly parting her legs, exposing her pubic area in this extremely shameful position. Her pubic area already had a considerable amount of secretion, and there were faint wet stains on her panties.

Mr. Zhang satisfiedly ran a finger from bottom to top along her pubic area, leaving his finger covered in sticky fluid. The young woman's body trembled, involuntarily revealing a small slit.

"Ha, so cooperative," Mr. Zhang was satisfied with the effect of the wife's training, and casually inserted the vibrator into her body, leaving only the outer wire as proof of her lewdness.

The married woman, enduring the strange sensations within her body, trembled as she rose. Actually, she was simply unaccustomed to such a lewd posture in front of strangers. She preferred to face it, gently kicking off her high heels, gritting her teeth to suppress the trembling, and sitting in the chair, extending her stockinged feet before Mr. Zhang, offering them to him as he pleased. Mr. Zhang, meanwhile, played with her black-stockinged feet, carefully fondling them, occasionally licking, sometimes touching, sometimes tearing, leaving lewd stripes on the stockings. When he had a spare moment, he would use the remote control to control the young woman's desires.

Lu Wenshan's feet were small, and this type of young woman paid great attention to their care, making them an excellent choice for foot fetish. This type of young woman also desired her feet to be admired by men; after playing with them for a while, the tingling and itching sensation had already ignited her desire. The young woman winked seductively, "Let my legs serve you." Lu Wenshan's black stockings and panties were pulled down to her thighs, revealing her dazzling white flesh and a ring of dark pubic hair. At the end of the pubic hair was a curved power line. Next, a pair of black-stockinged feet embraced Mr. Zhang's genitals, gently rubbing them. The thin stockings were soaked with Mr. Zhang's lustful fluids. Lu Wenshan's black-stockinged feet were soft and supple, sometimes embracing Mr. Zhang's genitals, sometimes lightly teasing the glans, sometimes tracing the surface with the stockings, sometimes pressing down with her feet. It seemed that everything was under her control. She let out a few soft moans, her eyes seductive as she watched her feet diligently serve the man's penis. Feeling his penis gradually grow larger and harder, she was confident that she could finish the battle in a few minutes. As long as Mr. Zhang was satisfied, the money would be in her hands. She was willing to sacrifice her body once in a while; she hadn't fallen to the point of being promiscuous.

But the vibrator shattered her dream of taking control. As Mr. Zhang increased the intensity of the vibrator, everything spiraled out of her control. Waves of pleasure surged within her, relentlessly assaulting her fragile soul. She tried to clench and squeeze out the vibrator, but this only brought more intense stimulation to her lower body. Mr. Zhang, a connoisseur of women, could sense the sensitivity of a young woman from the tautness of her feet. He slightly lifted the woman's black-stockinged legs, allowing the wicked vibrator to land precisely on her sensitive area, making a hissing sound. The sound echoed in Mr. Zhang's office, writhing deep within her body. A certain spot within her soft cavity hardened, the hardening gradually expanding, the sensitivity spreading throughout her entire body. She gradually forgot about Mr. Zhang and foot fetish. Only the wholehearted resistance to the vibrator and the wildness within her remained. Slowly… slowly, the crucial moment arrived.

Suddenly, the wicked vibrator stopped, the feeling of being suspended in mid-air quite uncomfortable. She opened her eyes.

Mr. Zhang looked at her with a lewd grin. She knew what it meant, but she had no time to care about what it meant. Her legs were spread apart, not as wide as possible due to the stockings, but even so, she saw out of the corner of her eye that a body was pressing down on her, a hot, hard penis deeply inserted into her body, into the smooth, wet flower of a young woman.

"Ah, this is the feeling of fullness I want," she thought. "Husband, I'm going to lose my virginity again." Before she could even adjust to this fullness, before she could even feel the sadness, the boss had already begun his piston-like movements. All the negative emotions the young woman had accumulated vanished instantly, and the roller coaster that had been suspended in mid-air finally started moving, rushing upwards like a roller coaster going downhill.

The young woman's flower had already begun to involuntarily contract to match the boss's thrusts, and white fluid was constantly spreading from the flower, accompanied by gurgling sounds. Mr. Zhang held a pair of black-stockinged feet in his arms, his face rubbing against their calves. The smoothness of the stockings brought a strange sensation. He looked at the flushed face of the married woman, her breasts bouncing beside her black bra, and felt a surge of pride. He licked the sole of her black-stockinged foot.

As a catalyst, the woman's vagina contracted and then relaxed, then contracted and relaxed again. After only two or three times, Mr. Zhang felt the black hole gripping his penis suddenly become extremely tight, then relax, then tighten again. He unconsciously increased the force of his thrusts, and then ejaculated streams of white semen deep inside her. The woman's tense black-stockinged feet relaxed, leaving a languid body panting.

A few minutes later, the woman asked while dressing, "Mr. Zhang, can we confirm the order today? I've let you play with me again, you know."

Boss Zhang chuckled and said, "Sign, sign, but you have to agree to one condition." "What condition?" the young woman, who was fiddling with her black stockings, asked, swatting away Boss Zhang's hand that was touching her nipple.

Boss Zhang whispered a few words.

"You've got your eye on her, huh? No way, I've let you play with her, and you still want to play with her? That won't do." "How about this, I'll give you the company's employee financial management products too, as compensation for playing with her." After some back and forth, the two sides reached an agreement and returned to the conference room one after the other, just as Guo Liya finished her presentation and the Q&A session began. It was as if nothing had happened, leaving only a wad of toilet paper stained with white paste in the trash can, a record of everything that had occurred.

Chapter 3: The Feast

In the evening, unsurprisingly, Boss Zhang, Lu Wenshan, and Guo Liya had dinner together. Lu Wenshan was worried that as a novice, her presentation wouldn't be good enough, and many things weren't clear enough. Unexpectedly, Boss Zhang praised her highly, saying she was beautiful and spoke well, and that many employees in the company should learn from her. This made her feel a little proud.

With their skillful coordination, Guo Liya downed glass after glass of red wine. Watching his prey almost within his grasp, Boss Zhang was smug and even told a few risqué jokes. Guo Liya blushed, unsure how to respond.

Lu Wenshan, seeing Boss Zhang's lustful gaze fixed on Guo Liya, felt a mixture of jealousy and pity.

Boss Zhang noticed Lu Wenshan's expression and chuckled inwardly; a woman for money could get anything. He whispered something in Lu Wenshan's ear.

Lu Wenshan understood and quietly called Guo Liya outside, saying she had something to attend to at home and asked if Boss Zhang could take her home. Guo Liya hesitated, but Lu Wenshan reassured her. Guo Liya reluctantly agreed.

Taking advantage of the moment, a small amount of white powder appeared in Guo Liya's wine, instantly dissolving.

Upon their return, Lu Wenshan apologized and said she had to leave first. Then, quite naturally, Boss Zhang suggested they all leave together, finishing their drinks. The group walked together to Mr. Zhang's SUV. Guo Liya got into the back seat first. Lu Wenshan talked with Mr. Zhang outside the car for a few more minutes.

Lu Wenshan left first, opening the car door before telling the drowsy Guo Liya, "Remember to call me when you get home." Guo Liya mumbled a reply. Lu Wenshan walked past Mr. Zhang, who was about to get into the car, and angrily kicked him with her high heel, whispering, "Don't be too rough!" Mr. Zhang smiled sheepishly, lit a cigarette outside the car, and considered his plans for the night. His penis couldn't help but get hard. Inside the car, Guo Liya fell into a deep sleep.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Zhang, with a camera in his bag, took the female insurance agent to a pre-prepared room, beginning his nighttime hunt for women.

On the pristine white sheets of a five-star hotel, a beautiful female insurance agent with flowing hair lay unconscious. Her pale white blouse subtly revealed a pink lace bra, and she wore a black short skirt paired with black pointed-toe high heels. Because she was lying on her back, the skirt rode up, making her thighs, encased in glossy flesh-colored stockings, particularly alluring. Her two long, slender legs, encased in sheer stockings, were perfectly toned, pressed tightly together, with no gap between them. The short skirt subtly revealed the tops of the stockings, creating a clear area of skin, white and rosy, exuding a seductive aura. The black pointed-toe heels were a full 7cm high. Although lying on the bed prevented her legs from appearing perfectly straight, the graceful curve they displayed still left Mr. Zhang speechless and parched. He gently unfastened one of her high heels, and a faint scent of leather, perfume, and slight sweat wafted through the air, stimulating his hormones.

Mr. Zhang gazed with satisfaction at the glistening, flesh-colored stockings before him, gently caressing them. The stockings felt smooth and soft. At that moment, a man was groping a woman in uniform. The uniform represented order, and the tearing and removal of it symbolized the man's desire to adjust and conquer that order. Tonight, the man would complete this conquest. The

glossy reflection of the flesh-colored stockings and a high-heeled shoe lying on the bed filled the room with an erotic atmosphere. Mr. Zhang embraced one of the woman's stockinged legs, repeatedly caressing it from top to bottom, feeling the curve of the leg, the smoothness of the stockings, and the warmth of the woman. As a beautiful leg, every part was worthy of play. The online legend of "legs to play with for years" was no exaggeration. As for the feet, the thin stockings revealed faint veins, accompanied by a faint smell of sweat. Tasting each peanut-sized toe through the stockings was a pleasure in itself. The soles of the feet were very sensual; each time his tongue licked, the ticklish sensation caused the little toes to contract, which was extremely cute. As for the calves, the curves and arcs perfectly complement a woman's figure. The light flesh-colored stockings are incredibly alluring, offering a glimpse of the beautiful woman's body, leaving much to the imagination in the space between what is revealed and what is not. As for the thighs, a woman's thighs are always the whitest and smoothest part. The flesh-colored stockings, due to their covering effect, widen the opening here, thus revealing the most and offering the closest possible feel to smooth, creamy skin. This area is ideal for finger play, especially since it's intricately connected to a woman's vulva. Countless men have begun their conquests by shedding a woman's reserve here.

However, after Mr. Zhang actively explored the entire beautiful leg today, saliva began to leave marks on the stockings. Mr. Zhang discovered a new way to play. The popliteal fossa, the hollow formed when the leg is bent. Because this area contains many important nerves and blood vessels, it's also a place that easily arouses desire. Mr. Zhang took out his penis, sat on the bed, and let the woman's popliteal fossa clamp his penis, sending a strange sensation through him. Boss Zhang couldn't resist pressing down on the beautiful woman's calves and thighs, forming a V-shape, and began to thrust. Both sides were clad in stockings, and the V-shape created wrinkles in the stockings, forming natural nipples. Poor Guo Liya wondered what she would think when she woke up, having her legs played with like this by a man.

"Hiss...hiss..." The dark flesh of his penis rubbed repeatedly against the flesh-colored stockings. Boss Zhang played with those beautiful legs for a while, taking many photos, almost losing control. He realized he hadn't even finished his business and had already ejaculated—just playing with her legs and he was already coming! How embarrassing!

He'd start with her breasts. The beautiful insurance agent on the bed was in a daze, her face pretty, her hair flowing down her shoulders. While not a stunning beauty, she was still quite attractive. Looking down, even though she was lying down, the protrusions on her chest clearly filled her light-colored business shirt, as if it were about to burst, proudly displaying the protagonist's bust size. This was Boss Zhang's chance to test his ability to judge breast size by sight. Mr. Zhang first kneaded the shirt a few times through it, then unbuttoned the first button, revealing the delicate, fair skin beneath, along with pink lace and a snow-white cleavage. Next was the full bra, clinging tightly to the breasts without a single gap. The bra covered a large area, and Mr. Zhang felt a strong elasticity as he pulled down the straps; this was definitely a genuine snow-capped peak. Sure enough, after slowly flipping the bra down, a pair of large, white breasts were about to spill out, displayed before Mr. Zhang's eyes. The breasts hadn't sagged despite their increased size; the peaks possessed a perfect curve, the almost hemispherical breasts slightly upturned, and the pink nipples, almost untouched by human hands, made Mr. Zhang swallow hard. Mr. Zhang checked the bra size: 36C. He sighed, "This girl really doesn't know how to buy bras; this size should be at least a D."

Mr. Zhang reached out and touched them. Goodness, these breasts are incredibly bouncy and feel amazing to the touch. Even with his large hands, Boss Zhang couldn't fully cover their full, voluptuous peaks. He used kneading techniques, sometimes rubbing and kneading the soft flesh, sometimes playing with the firm, grape-like nipples, gently pinching the hard yet soft, crimson cherries. His mouth held one of the firm cherries, which emitted a faint milky fragrance, his tongue swirling and intertwining for a moment before sucking on the saliva-covered cherry. The sucking pressure varied unpredictably, each suck sending a shiver down the girl's spine. This young woman had a slender waist and large breasts, making it easy for her to pull up her skirt. Pink cotton panties with lace trim were exposed to the air, and through the flesh-colored thong stockings, the alluring view of the mysterious black valley beneath the pink panties was vaguely visible. A few wispy pubic hairs playfully peeked out, barely visible, while only the cotton fabric covering the woman's bulging mons pubis remained, guarding the last forbidden area between her legs. Surprisingly, the forbidden area was already slightly damp.

For a man, this dampness was a great reward and encouragement. You see, for a mature woman, a deep kiss is enough to make her wet, but for a girl with little experience, this is quite difficult.

Feeling a surge of excitement, Mr. Zhang skillfully removed the girl's stockings and panties, breaking down her last line of defense. Now, on the bed, besides a pair of women's high heels, there was a cute-looking pink cotton panty.

The sleeping insurance agent, in a very undignified position, exposed her forbidden zone to the man. The man's hands gently combed through the soft pubic hair, parting the dark forest, gently separating the two pink labia. The labia were slightly moist with a delicious salty juice, but not much; upon closer inspection, the depths of the peach garden were vaguely visible. Mr. Zhang gently slid two fingers along the labia for a moment, until his fingers were completely wet with the vaginal fluid, then slowly probed into Guo Liya's body. A little hot, a little tight, but unobstructed. Based on his extensive experience, Mr. Zhang judged that although she wasn't a virgin, she was inexperienced. Guo Liya's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly.

At that moment, Mr. Zhang's phone vibrated. He glanced at the name, then understood, and quietly placed Guo Liya's phone in the bathroom, locking it in a cabinet. A few minutes later, Guo Liya's phone rang. Ten minutes later, another call came... Unfortunately, our mistress wouldn't hear it.

Mr. Zhang skillfully found a dildo in his bag and turned on the camera. An evil dildo, baring its teeth, entered the girl's opening, like a wicked little hooligan constantly peeking and making hissing sounds. Occasionally, it probed the pearl of the clam, occasionally digging down to tease the outer flesh. Although the dildo looked large, making one worry whether the girl's body could accommodate such a large object, there was no need to worry. As more and more liquid dripped onto the dildo, the wet area of the sheets under the clam gradually expanded. With a slight effort, the dildo penetrated deep into the girl's vagina. The girl frowned slightly, seemingly a little uncomfortable, but the controlled dildo continued its exploratory mission, teasing, exploring, and rotating… Slowly, it entered and exited the girl's body without any obstruction. A high-definition camera recorded everything. After

the dildo worked for a while, Mr. Zhang lost interest and used his leg to prop it up. He no longer cared whether Guo Liya was gradually adapting to the dildo's movements. He focused on playing with the insurance agent's breasts and large nipples, intently tasting and licking her cherry-like nipples. His saliva dripped onto her full breasts, sometimes smearing onto her flawless white skin. Mr. Zhang's hand caressed the insurance agent's left breast, vigorously kneading and abusing her elastic flesh. Every now and then, she would pinch the two erect, red nipples between her index finger and thumb, squeezing the grape-like nipples until they were sometimes flat and sometimes round. She would also pull on the nipples, causing the woman's breasts to be squeezed, sometimes forming a deep V-shape, sometimes becoming oval, standing erect like peaks. Each time she pulled on the insurance agent's breasts, Guo Liya would frown slightly. It was unclear whether it was from pain or pleasure.

It was unclear whether it was the dildo or Mr. Zhang's teasing that were working. In less than ten minutes, Mr. Zhang noticed that the unconscious Guo Liya's face had flushed. The beautiful and dignified Guo Liya had her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, her expression a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her body trembled, her long, shapely legs spread wider, and her buttocks slightly raised, seemingly welcoming the impact of the dildo. During the dildo's thrusting, the fluid from her private parts had already seeped into the sheets, creating a map-like pattern. Mr. Zhang set the dildo to its maximum setting, like a jade dragon entering a pool, going in and out, the hissing sound accompanying the rotation of the dildo's steel balls, the sticky fluid at the tip dripping down with the rotation. Another nine-shallow-one-deep cycle, with the dildo being withdrawn, the girl's body tensed. Her wet private parts immediately gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid, the spray reaching over a meter. A few drops even splashed onto the camera lens nearby. Mr. Zhang thought, "What a little slut."

Mr. Zhang grabbed the camera, spread the beauty's legs, and began to record intently. The camera clearly recorded Guo Liya's wet, tender vulva, a veritable swamp, soaking the sheets. Her vulva glistened with moisture, her labia majora engorged with blood, and her clitoris erect and vibrant red.

At this moment, Boss Zhang's wicked member stood erect, already dripping considerable fluid onto the sheets. The foreplay was complete; he was eager for the final act.

Changing positions, through Boss Zhang's camera, we saw a wicked penis slowly approaching Guo Liya's peach blossom entrance, gradually, the glans completely pressing against her pink labia. It rubbed, rotated, and slapped up and down, almost identical to the dildo from before. Half of Guo Liya's sensitive clitoris was already visible at the tip of her pink labia. In less than half a minute, the previously semi-dry opening began to flow with clear fluid again; it was unclear whether the fluid from the glans had wet the clitoris, or whether the glans had carried the vaginal fluid to wet the clitoris. In short, we see the small fleshy ball gradually growing larger and turning inside out.

Then, a huge body blocks the camera. We only see a thrust of the waist, we only hear a soft "plop," and the glans enters the girl's body. The camera moves to a different angle, and the bulging veins on the penis show how much the male protagonist desires it. Accompanied by desire, it goes in and out, over and over again, only the water droplets gradually expanding, only the slapping sounds growing louder. The sleeping girl trembles slightly, moaning softly.

In her dream, Guo Liya feels her recently emptied desire accumulating again, bit by bit. With the fullness in her lower body, with the stimulation of multiple sensitive areas, she once again begins to feel like she's floating on clouds. Not long after, a pair of strong hands press her legs towards her chest, knees pressing hard against her breasts, her body as if bent, pressed tightly. The engorged and swollen vagina is once again forcibly stretched open to accommodate a hard object to the maximum extent. This way, the deeper the penetration, the greater the stimulation for the female protagonist. The swaggering penis, thrusting deep into her uterus, pierced through to the very core. Guo Liya's pleasure surged, her delicate vaginal walls glistening with a grayish-white fluid that seeped from her labia. The camera perfectly captured the heroine's performance.

After a few dozen thrusts, Boss Zhang began to sweat, slightly exhausted, clearly worn out from playing with women too much. He lowered and embraced the beauty's thighs, sitting on the bed, his legs together, naturally tightening her vagina.

As the camera panned upwards, a pair of straight, shapely legs in stockings were raised, the 7cm pointed heels pointing towards the ceiling, swaying with their owner's movements. At this moment, everyone knew what was happening to the heroine.

The heels swayed even more. The splashing sounds grew louder. The high-speed train thrust harder and harder!

With a low growl from the man, the heel broke off, revealing the tip of the stockings. Wave after wave of hot, viscous semen gushed forth, carrying the man's body heat, all of it pouring into Guo Liya's uterus.

At that moment, the sound stopped. A minute later, the camera was brought up. Pointing at the girl's vulva, we saw white fluid slowly seeping from the mistress's vulva, flowing down Guo Liya's thighs. A pair of stockings had been pulled down to her knees, her white thighs stained with lascivious marks… Then, the camera turned off.

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