At the beginning of the job

One evening, after finishing up some work, I sat down and lit a cigarette (at this point, any man should have one). I inhaled the smoke deeply; because I rarely smoke, the nicotine made my temples throb. The scene from the day was still replaying in my mind. My colleagues had all left, except for one female colleague. She sat quietly across from me from the desk. All around was silence. "I thought you were just a kid who liked to tell dirty jokes,"

she suddenly said, pulling me back to reality. "I didn't expect you to be so capable at work." "Really? Hehe!" I didn't know how to reply, so I just gave a silly laugh and scratched the back of my head. Then we started chatting. Because I wasn't thinking about anything else at the time, I don't remember what we talked about. I only know that at the end I said, "It's getting late, let me take you to the station." She lowered her head, said nothing, gently picked up her bag, and we walked out together. The station was less than fifty meters from our office. As soon as we arrived, she suddenly said she wanted to go back to her office to make a phone call. I was so excited and didn't want to go home right away, so I went with her.

In the office, I was still replaying the day's events in my mind, trying to figure out how to summarize them. But because of my earlier lapse in composure, I wasn't as focused. She dialed several numbers, but it seemed like no one answered, so she just kept her head down, typing on the keyboard. Suddenly, she spoke. "It's so hot! My face is burning up." She tossed her hair and looked at me. I was surprised, because anyone who's been to Wuhan knows that the climate there is very unusual—extremely hot in summer and freezing in winter. And because I had just smoked, my hands and feet were ice cold. So I said, "Really? There's no air conditioning, and my hands and feet are freezing." After a while, I said again, "How about I use my hands to cool down your face?" Then I grinned foolishly. "Okay," she said, looking at me. This wasn't much different from our usual jokes. The difference was her expression; there wasn't a trace of a smile on her face, just a quiet silence. Her eyes held a defiant glint.

I froze, never having encountered anything like this in my 20-plus years of life. But in an instant, I told myself, "If you're a man, go for it!" So, I adopted a carefree attitude, "Here I come." I walked around the table step by step towards her. I looked at her. She was four years older than me, and you could tell she was very alluring. Not avant-garde, but certainly alluring. She was quite tall for a woman, very voluptuous.

That day, she wore a coat, and it wasn't fitted at the waist; it was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a sack, but it couldn't hide her figure. Her breasts were prominent, her back was shapely. Then she lowered her head, and I immediately reached out and cupped her face. The capillaries, constricted by nicotine, suddenly opened up, and my face flushed. My hands, which had been gently cupping her face, suddenly became violent. My right hand gripped her chin, and my left hand wrapped around her waist. I pulled her up from the chair. Only then did I realize how incredibly flexible her waist was! No wonder her hips moved in such a complex trajectory when she walked. This aroused me even more. I held her waist tightly with all my might, as if I wanted to break her slender waist. I even lifted her feet off the ground. Only

then did I understand how different women are. Some women will pour gasoline on your already raging fire, making you burn even more fiercely, making you willingly be burned by this fire, even if you are reduced to ashes, leaving only a wisp of smoke, you will have no regrets. While other women will whine and whimper, making you annoyed, and then blame you for not being passionate enough. Thinking of this, I felt even more excited, and my tongue moved even more vigorously. So I grabbed her breasts, and I was surprised again. It wasn't that her breasts were big, but that they were very elastic.

My first feeling was, "So hard!" I grabbed the base of her breasts through her clothes, shaking and kneading them. Her breathing quickened, her eyes closed, her head tilted, her hands braced on the table behind her, her body swaying with my caresses, completely at my mercy. She continued to caress me, saying, "You're such a strong man." Perhaps due to excitement, her voice became strange, high-pitched, like a moan, though not loud. Because she was rubbing my shoulders, my hands, which were unbuttoning her clothes, dangled back and forth.

I simply hugged her again, kissing her, licking her cheeks, sucking on her earlobes, licking behind her ears. And I caressed her breasts again. She finally began to moan, her hands groping around my back. I quickly seized the opportunity to unbutton her clothes, but unexpectedly, she grabbed my hands and said "no," but rested her head on my shoulder, seemingly unwilling to admit it.

I could clearly sense her inner conflict and hesitation. But, at this point, I was like an arrow already shot; there was no turning back. Besides, she had taken the initiative first; now it was my turn. As I kissed her earlobe, I gently said, "Then just let me touch you inside." She hesitated for a moment, then started kissing me again, her hands beginning to move. I understood. So, through a series of movements (it was winter, and she was wearing many layers of clothing), my hand finally reached inside.

I lowered my head, still sucking on her breasts. One hand vigorously rubbed her large buttocks, while the other hand used its middle finger, dipped in her vaginal fluid, to gently slide and rub her clitoris. She was clearly enjoying it, holding me tightly, panting and trembling. And her hand slowly slid down to my penis, grasping it and rubbing it incessantly.

I didn't feel very comfortable through my pants. As soon as I straightened up, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. She looked at it and exclaimed in surprise, "Your penis is so big!" I didn't know how to answer, so I just said, "Really?" My penis felt incredibly good being held tightly in her hand. Her hand was soft yet gripped it tightly. I truly marveled at the wonders of creation. I wondered what it felt like to be wrapped in a special tool for enveloping my penis.

She guided me to her genitals, rubbed them a couple more times, and then reluctantly let go. I then understood why she had guided me. I placed my penis between her legs, and she immediately gripped it tightly. I felt her skin was a little cool, so she must have felt very hot. I couldn't help but feel a little smug. I felt a strong urge to pull her into my body. I held her slender waist with all my might. My penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, moved in and out between her legs. Although, because I was taller than her, it made my penis feel a little uncomfortable, I knew it would stimulate her more. Sure enough, she began to moan, making "ooh... ooh..." sounds from deep in her throat. After a while, she released me. She ran to a chair, knelt down, lifted the back of her coat, and presented her plump, white buttocks to me, swaying them incessantly. Her waist once again demonstrated its flexibility, collapsing downwards at an astonishing angle. "What a supple waist!" I thought to myself as I walked over. I saw her labia opening and closing rhythmically, the glistening fluids flowing from them glistening under the light.

As she got into position, she said to me… well, it wasn't just saying anymore, it was moaning. She cried out, "Quick! Come here! I want your big cock!" This was exactly what I wanted. I rushed over, and one of her hands was already welcoming me. She grabbed my penis with one hand and braced herself on the table with the other, guiding me to her vaginal opening, urgently calling out, "Come in!…Quick! I want it!" I had originally planned to tease her a bit more. Hearing her say that, I was incredibly excited. So, I impatiently thrust my hips forward, my entire penis plunging into her vagina. Unexpectedly, she let out a scream of pain. I quickly asked her, "What's wrong?" She said, "It's nothing, it'll be over in a minute." I was relieved. I slowly savored it; her vagina was very tight, the warm, tender flesh enveloping my penis tightly. Moreover, it felt very thick. Unlike my girlfriend's vagina, which is tight at the opening but relatively loose inside. Maybe it's because she's quite voluptuous. Her head was shaking wildly, and her buttocks were thrusting forcefully in response to my impact. Because I was afraid of being caught by the night security guard, I wanted to finish quickly. Unexpectedly, the more nervous I became, the less I could ejaculate. This went on for who knows how long, and I don't know if she reached orgasm. Anyway, I knew that if things continued like this, the whole night would probably just pass by like that. So I said, "Shall we change positions?" She said, "Okay!" and lay down on the table. I put her legs on my shoulders and thrust in again. She screamed again, then let out a long sigh. This position completely exposed her two large breasts to me. Her breasts were truly exceptional!

I figured if she were breastfeeding, I would definitely be able to express the milk. She became even more excited, grabbing my hands and sometimes rubbing her own breasts, tears streaming down her cheeks. Afterwards, my hands were marked with red welts from her pinching. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I said to her, "I can't take it anymore." She replied, "Don't ejaculate inside." The moment she finished speaking, I felt a chill run down my spine and quickly pulled out my penis. With a few low growls, my countless offspring fell onto the office floor.

I stared blankly at the semen residue on my glans. Looking up, I saw her leaning against the table with one hand, fixing her hair with the other, smiling triumphantly at me. She occasionally tossed her head and puffed out her chest, looking incredibly cute. I pounced on her, biting her neck and secretly wiping the semen on her legs. She screamed, quickly curled up, and let out a series of giggles…

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