The Story of Playing with Fire

The story of playing with fire:
He was a newcomer in the XX department. Well, not exactly a newcomer, since he'd been there almost a year. Our department had frequent meetings with his, and we often interacted, which is why I noticed him.

He was quite good-looking—handsome, tall and thin, without glasses, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Observing his interactions with female colleagues, he seemed to consider himself a player in matters of the heart, his words and actions carrying a subtle flirtatious confidence. That was my impression of him.

For some reason, he noticed me too. Actually, there are quite a few younger women in the company than me; I guess I was closer to him. I suspect it was because one of the buttons on my shirt was undone during the meeting that day, because he, sitting opposite me, kept staring at me throughout the entire meeting, and I only realized I'd been exposed when I got back to my seat!

Anyway, that day after work, I ran into him in the elevator…

“Sandrea, right? I’m Ronny from the xx department, remember me?” he greeted me warmly.

“Yeah, I remember…” I replied, curious about what he wanted.

“That case your department reported today was quite interesting, are you considering using xxx’s operating method?”

“Yeah, that’s right…”

We started talking about work, but I started to wonder: Aren’t you new? You don’t need to pretend you know everything about the business and offer advice, do you?

The elevator arrived, and he turned to me and asked, “Want me to give you a ride home?”

I always take the subway and am not used to giving rides to strangers, but I was genuinely curious to get to know this young guy.

"Okay!"

He led me to his car, a silver Virage, the leather seats quite comfortable.

We chatted along the way.

When we arrived at his door, just as I was about to get out, he asked again, "Can I come up?"

I was stunned. Was this some kind of pickup line from someone born in the 1970s?

"You?"

"Yeah, I'd like to have a cup of tea and use the restroom. Is it convenient?" He still looked very sincere.

These seemingly reasonable excuses are often not what they seem. I had absolutely no intention of getting involved with him. Just as I was about to refuse, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind. It was so interesting and wicked that I almost laughed out loud. I checked the time; my husband shouldn't be home for at least another two hours.

"Okay, then come on up..."

He came in and actually asked me where the restroom was. I pointed it out to him and told him I needed to go into the room to change.

I went into the bathroom, took off my suit, and changed into a low-cut spaghetti strap top and trousers. I looked in the mirror; the deep cleavage and fair breasts—no man could resist, right?

I even planned out how I would resist if he couldn't handle it…

It felt like playing with fire, but it was actually quite fun! :p

I went to the living room, and he just came out. He stared at my clothes, his eyes practically glued to me, almost drooling. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself: Such self-control? Not at all the composure of a master!

I deliberately started a serious conversation with him and even poured him some tea.

After chatting for a while, he seemed rather distracted…

"Well… it's getting late, are you going home?" I hinted.

"Um… well… I'll go now…" he had to say.

I got up to see him off, and his gaze lingered on me.

After that, at work, he would often find excuses to talk to me, and often wait for me after work, offering to drive me home. He asked me out to dinner a few times, but I declined.

Until one time, again after work, I saw him at the elevator…

“Hey, Ronny, we meet again!” I feigned surprise, though I knew what was going on.

“Yeah, Sandrea, what a coincidence!” He played dumb too.

“Shall I drive you home?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh… sure!” I answered as usual.

On the way home, he suggested dinner: “There’s a newly opened restaurant, Thai, I’ll treat you, okay?”

I initially wanted to refuse, but then I thought, why not?

"Okay, let's go then..."

At the restaurant, I excused myself to the restroom, letting down my hair and deliberately unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. Back at my seat, his eyes burned with lust!

"Sister Sandrea, a woman as beautiful as you, you truly are the flower of our xx..." he flattered.

"Thank you!" I said with a smile.

"A woman like you must have quite a few men around you, right?" he asked.

"Mr. Ronny, I'm married!..." I held out my hand, showing him my ring finger.

"I don't see that as a problem at all!" he said, staring at me without batting an eye.

"What do you mean?" I pretended not to understand.

"Sister Sandrea, I've known for a long time that you're married, and I've also known that your marriage has problems. Let me be frank, I want to be with you, okay?" He looked at me with a Andy Lau-esque Casanova-like expression and said this.

I hadn't expected him to be so direct, but it was all part of the plan!

"You're so bold, sir, seducing someone else's wife, aren't you afraid I'll sue you?" I asked deliberately.

"You won't!" He smiled, then reached out and took my hand.

I think this guy watches too many movies; honestly, I doubt he's ever succeeded in a one-night stand using this method in real life. But I didn't say anything and let him hold my hand.

"So, where should we go?"

"I've already decided! There's a hotel in Neihu with a great atmosphere. How about we go there for a bit?"

This guy is getting more and more shameless!

I pulled my hand back: "Brother Ronny, I don't want you to just say 'go there' right away. That makes me seem so easy to get..." I smiled seductively.

"How about this, if you answer three questions correctly, I'll let you do whatever you want tonight. You... you can do whatever you want!..."

I thought, he probably never expected this kind of answer.

"This! You really are quite clever, Sister Sandrea, haha! Come on, bring it on!"

At times like this, any condition will be accepted by a man.

"So... the first question... who is the current president?" I asked with a smile.

He never dreamed it would be so easy and answered instantly.

"Hmm! And the second question, the Vice President?"

He laughed and answered, a look of relief spreading across his face. I could almost guess what he was thinking: this woman was obviously madly in love, yet she was pretending to be reserved…

I suppressed a laugh and asked seriously, "And the third question, what is the capital of Iceland?"

His expression was amusing, almost turning from blue to purple; I knew he definitely couldn't answer.

This story teaches us that if you want a one-night stand, you need to study geography first.

"Ah… Copenhagen?" he managed to utter a place name he'd heard of.

"It's a world of difference, sir!" I laughed as I stood up. "Let's go..."

We paid the bill and got to the car. I could tell he was very disappointed, but he didn't want to show it.

After we got in the car and started driving, he suddenly turned around and said, "Well, I'll still take you to that hotel. We'll just really look at it, okay? I promise I won't do anything to you..."

A man and a woman in a hotel and nothing? Nobody believed that! But I pretended to believe him.

"Okay! Anyway, you lost. Don't forget!"

He smiled, with that smug look on his face. "Yes! Definitely, definitely!"

When we arrived at the hotel and went into the room, it was indeed very luxurious. We looked around and finally sat on the bed to chat. I turned on the TV and watched casually. He pretended to be kind and helped me take off my coat, then said he would pour me some water. When he handed it to me, he pretended to accidentally spill it.

"Oh dear! How could this happen, really..." We frantically wiped it clean.

As he wiped, he unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, revealing my bra. I knew exactly what he was doing, but I didn't stop him. When there wasn't much left to wipe, his hands started to climb up my breasts and play with my bra straps...

We didn't say a word during this time, only the deadbeat news broadcast from the TV.

He played with the edge of my bra strap, and seeing that I didn't stop him, he became bolder, reaching behind me to unhook my bra and kneading my breasts with the other. My eyes were slightly closed, and I looked like I was enjoying it…

His movements became more and more intense, and suddenly, he ripped my entire bra off. He started caressing my breasts, playing with them incessantly, and I was half-sitting, half-lying down, letting him touch me all over…

He finally couldn't take it anymore, stopped what he was doing, and pulled down his pants. I waited until he pulled off my underwear as well, then tried to pull myself out of the dizzying feeling of half-enjoyment and stood up…

“I’m leaving!” I said.

“What?” He was shocked. “I thought…”

I could still see his penis bouncing proudly, and I wanted to laugh out loud!

I grabbed my bra and, taking advantage of his stunned state, quickly put on my clothes, grabbed my bag, and headed out…

“I never said I wanted to have sex with you!” I said, opening the door. “After all, you couldn’t answer the third question. I’ll pay for your hotel!”

Back home, I felt incredibly accomplished and called my best friend F to tell her. We both had a good laugh.

The next day, I waited for him to unleash his fury or send me an angry email. But nothing happened.

For several days afterward, I didn’t see him after work.

About a week later, I ran into him again in the elevator.

“Hi, Ronny!” I greeted him, wanting to see his reaction.

"Hello, Sandrea!" Surprisingly, he responded with a smile, showing no signs of diminished masculinity.

My curiosity was piqued, so I invited him to dinner.

During dinner, we chatted for a while before I finally got to the point: "Were you angry with me that day?"

He smiled and shook his head: "I couldn't have been angry with you. I reflected on it later, and realized I was too impulsive when the timing wasn't right, ruining everything. I've really reflected on it!"

Now it was my turn to be speechless. I started to feel a sliver of anticipation deep down.

For three days in a row, I ran into him in the elevator, and he drove me home as usual, chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.

I began to hope he would ask me out again, but he remained as virtuous as ever!

On the fourth day, I decided to play with him one more time! Underneath my shirt, I wore a semi-transparent black lace bra, and under my tight skirt, I wore black thongs. I chose the most alluring CK One perfume and Kose lipstick.

After work, I casually walked out. Sure enough, he was standing in the elevator again…

“Sandrea, want a ride?” The same opening line.

“Hmm…”

We got in the car, and I suggested going to dinner.

During dinner, in casual conversation, I hinted that my husband wouldn't be home that night, and I was a little bored and wanted someone to keep me company; I watched his reaction…

He still didn't show any change in expression. I guessed he was going to be unmoved again tonight…

In the car, I deliberately pretended to be very tired and gently rested my head on his shoulder; he didn't say anything and just drove. Unexpectedly, he drove straight to the same hotel as last time!

When we arrived, he helped me out of the car.

"Why did we come here?" I asked, feigning anger.

"I saw you were tired, so I thought I'd bring you here to rest..." he said with his innocent smile.

He helped me into the room. I said I needed to use the restroom, and he said he'd get something.

I went into the restroom, looked at myself in the mirror, and tonight, it was another moment when desire triumphed over reason!

I unbuttoned my shirt, took off my pencil skirt, and, wearing high heels, my lace bra and thong were completely exposed...

I went out and stood in the living room. He was carrying two drinks and was walking towards me. When he saw me, he stopped, and I stopped too. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity!

He slowly, very slowly put down the drink, and walked over, his eyes burning with a fierce fire…

“Ronny, you…”

Before I could finish speaking, he pounced on me, pinning me to the sofa and kissing me on the lips…

This was part of my plan, but I hadn’t expected it to be so wild!

He roughly ripped off my shirt… and aggressively attacked my breasts… forcefully tearing off my bra… (and it definitely went wrong! ><) His hands roughly kneaded my breasts, his mouth relentlessly kissing me…

He reminded me of the urges of someone who has been abstaining from sex for a long time! In this wildness, I felt an excitement and pleasure I had never experienced before!!!

He roughly ripped off my thong, his fingers plunging into my already wet vagina, his mouth still kissing me...

He stopped, quickly and forcefully stripping off his own clothes, pulling out a condom from who-knows-where and putting it on; I was still dazed from the recent storm; naked, he leaned closer again, his hands roughly kneading my breasts; I was already panting heavily, indescribably excited!

He spread my thighs apart and forcefully thrust inside...

"Ah~" I cried out.

He thrust in and out without mercy, gripping my waist tightly, relentlessly pounding, without any technique, just relentlessly fucking, like a forceful release! ...

Before long, I felt the pleasure making me almost faint! "...

Ah!...Ronny...slow down...ah..."

He suddenly stopped and turned me around; I gripped the wall, and he entered from behind, his advances as fierce as a storm, showing no mercy. His hands sometimes gripped my waist, sometimes squeezed my drooping breasts; he went faster and faster, harder and harder, the sounds of our bodies colliding and my moans echoing throughout the room...

I lost count of how many orgasms came over me!

He held my hands, letting my breasts sway uninhibited...

"Ronny...I...I can't take it anymore!...Ah..." I cried out incoherently.

He started humming softly, his movements becoming increasingly vigorous; he embraced my breasts, each thrust reaching deep inside…

“Sandrea…Sandrea…Sandrea…Ah!…”

he called my name repeatedly.

Suddenly, he ejaculated inside me!

We both collapsed on the sofa, panting and speechless for a long time…

After a while, he stood up, helped me to the bathroom, and we showered together without a word…

“You’re so rough…” I broke the silence, teasing him.

He didn’t speak, but smiled and hugged me from behind; we showered together, he kissed my neck; I closed my eyes and enjoyed it…

Suddenly, I felt his penis stand up again!

“You again…?” I asked him in surprise.

He chuckled slyly, his hands roaming over my breasts, roughly kneading them; he tried to penetrate me again, but I resisted the urge to stop him…

“Wear a condom…”

He grabbed a condom from the sink, put it on, and thrust in standing up! This time he wasn’t as wild as the first time, thrusting more controlledly, muttering as he did so: “Sandrea…I’ve held back for so long…I finally have you!…Ah…You’re so beautiful!…So good!…Does it feel good?…Does it feel good?…Ah…”

I was panting heavily from the thrusting, unable to answer him…

And so, we did it again in the bathroom!

Afterwards, we both slept soundly until the next morning.

He drove me home, helped me change…

Postscript:

Looking back, women’s minds are actually very subtle; those who are easily understood are often the ones you don’t want! Looking back now, he wasn't the self-important expert I initially thought he was. His tactic of feigning retreat was quite successful; I initially intended to manipulate him, but ended up being manipulated instead! :p

Afterwards, he kept contacting me, hoping for a follow-up. However, my principle was to not allow a second chance. Gradually, he seemed to understand.

I never rode in his car again after that. He left our company last year. All of this is now just a memory! :

[The End]

He was a newcomer in the xx department. Well, not exactly a newcomer, because he'd been there for almost a year. Our department and his department had frequent meetings and interactions, which is why I noticed him.

He was quite good-looking—handsome, tall and slender, without glasses, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Observing his interactions with female colleagues, he seemed to consider himself a player in relationships, with a subtle flirtatious confidence in his words and actions. That was my impression of him.

For some reason, he noticed me too. Actually, there were quite a few younger women in the company than me, so I guessed he was the closest to me. I guessed it was because one of the buttons on my shirt had come undone during the meeting that day, because he, sitting opposite me, kept staring at me throughout the entire meeting, and I only realized I had exposed myself when I got back to my seat!

Anyway, that day after work, I ran into him in the elevator…

“Sandrea, right? I’m Ronny from the xx department, remember me?” he greeted me warmly.

“Yeah, I remember…” I replied, curious about what he wanted.

"That case your department reported today was quite interesting. Are you considering using xxx's operating method?"

"Yeah, that's right..."

We started talking about work, but I started to have doubts: Aren't you new? Do you need to pretend you know everything about the business and offer advice?

The elevator arrived, and he turned to me and asked, "Want me to give you a ride home?"

I usually take the subway and am not used to giving rides to strangers, but I was genuinely curious to get to know this young man.

"Sure!"

He led me to his car, a silver Virage, the leather seats quite comfortable.

We chatted along the way.

When we arrived at my door, just as I was about to get out, he asked again, "Can I come up?"

I was stunned. Was this some kind of pickup line from someone born in the 1970s?

"You?"

"Yes, I'd like to have a cup of tea and use the restroom. Is it convenient?" He still looked very sincere.

These seemingly reasonable excuses are often not what they seem. I had absolutely no intention of doing anything with him. Just as I was about to refuse, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind. This idea was so interesting and wicked that I almost laughed out loud. I checked the time; my husband shouldn't be home for at least another two hours.

"Okay, then come on up..."

He came in and actually asked me where the restroom was. I pointed it out to him and told him I needed to go into the room to change.

I went into the bathroom, took off my suit, and changed into a low-cut spaghetti strap top and trousers. I looked in the mirror; the deep cleavage and fair breasts—no man could resist that, right?

I'd already planned out how to resist if he couldn't handle it...

It felt like playing with fire, but it was actually quite fun! :p

I walked into the living room, and he just came out too. He stared at my clothes, his eyes practically glued to me, almost drooling. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself: Such self-control? He certainly didn't have the demeanor of a master!

I deliberately tried to engage him in serious conversation, even pouring him tea.

After chatting for a while, he seemed rather distracted...

"Well... it's getting late, are you going home?" I hinted.

"Um... well... I'll go now..." he had to say.

I got up to see him off, his gaze lingering on me.

After that, at work, he would often find excuses to talk to me, and often wait for me after work, offering to drive me home. He asked me out for dinner a few times, but I always declined.

Until one day, again after work, I saw him at the elevator...

"Hey, Ronny, we meet again!" I feigned surprise, though I knew what was going on.

"Yeah, Sandrea, what a coincidence!" he replied, playing dumb.

"Shall I give you a ride home?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh... sure!" I answered as usual.

On the way home, he suggested dinner: "There's a new restaurant that just opened, Thai, I'll treat you, okay?"

I initially wanted to refuse, but then I thought, why not?

"Okay, let's go then..."

At the restaurant, I excused myself to use the restroom, letting my hair down and deliberately unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. Back at my seat, his eyes flashed with burning desire!

"Sister Sandrea, a woman as beautiful as you is truly the flower of our xx..." he said, showering me with flattery.

"Thank you!" I said with a smile.

"A woman like you must have quite a few men around you, right?" he asked.

"Mr. Ronny, I'm married!..." I held out my hand, showing him my ring finger.

"I don't see that as a problem at all!" he said, staring at me without batting an eye.

"What do you mean?" I pretended not to understand.

"Sister Sandrea, I've known for a long time that you're married, and I've also known that your marriage has problems. Let me be frank, I want to be with you, okay?" He looked at me with a Andy Lau-esque Casanova-like expression and said this.

I hadn't expected him to be so direct, but it was all part of the plan!

"You're so bold, sir, seducing someone else's wife, aren't you afraid I'll sue you?" I asked deliberately.

"You won't!" He smiled, then reached out and took my hand.

I think this guy watches too many movies; honestly, I doubt he's ever succeeded in a one-night stand using this method in real life. But I didn't say anything and let him hold my hand.

"So, where should we go?"

"I've already decided! There's a hotel in Neihu with a great atmosphere. How about we go there for a bit?"

This guy is getting more and more shameless!

I pulled my hand back: "Brother Ronny, I don't want you to just say 'go there' right away. That makes me seem so easy to get..." I smiled seductively.

"How about this, if you answer three questions correctly, I'll let you do whatever you want tonight. You... you can do whatever you want!..."

I thought, he probably never expected this kind of answer.

"This! You really are quite clever, Sister Sandrea, haha! Come on, bring it on!"

At times like this, any condition will be accepted by a man.

"So... the first question... who is the current president?" I asked with a smile.

He never dreamed it would be so easy and answered instantly.

"Hmm! And the second question, the Vice President?"

He laughed and answered, his expression instantly relaxed. I could almost guess what he was thinking: this woman is obviously desperate, yet she's pretending to be reserved...

I suppressed a laugh and asked seriously, "And the third question, what is the capital of Iceland?"

His expression was amusing, almost turning from blue to purple; I knew he definitely couldn't answer.

This story teaches us that if you want a one-night stand, you need to study geography first.

"Ah... Copenhagen?" He reluctantly uttered a place name he had heard of.

"A million miles away, sir!" I laughed and stood up. "Let's go..."

We paid the bill and got to the car. I could tell he was frustrated but didn't want to show it.

After we got in the car and started driving, he suddenly turned around and said, "Well, I'll still take you to that hotel. We'll just look around, okay? I promise I won't do anything to you..."

A man and a woman in a hotel, nothing? Nobody believed that! But I pretended to believe him.

"Okay! You lost anyway. Don't forget!"

He smiled, with that smug look on his face. "Yeah! Definitely, definitely!"

When we arrived at the hotel and went into the room, it was indeed very luxurious. We looked around, and finally sat on the bed to chat. I turned on the TV and watched casually. He pretended to be kind and helped me take off my coat, then said he would pour me some water. When he handed it to me, he pretended to accidentally spill it.

"Oh dear! How could this happen, really..." We frantically wiped it up.

As he wiped, he unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, revealing my bra. I knew exactly what he was doing, but I didn't stop him. When he really had nothing left to wipe, his hands started to climb up my breasts and play with my bra straps...

We didn't say a word during this time, only the deadbeat news broadcast on TV.

He played with the edge of my bra strap, and seeing that I didn't stop him, he became bolder, reaching behind me to unhook my bra and kneading my breasts with the other. My eyes were slightly closed, and I looked like I was enjoying it…

His movements became more and more intense, and suddenly, he ripped my entire bra off. He started caressing my breasts, playing with them incessantly, and I was half-sitting, half-lying down, letting him touch me all over…

He finally couldn't take it anymore, stopped what he was doing, and pulled down his pants. I waited until he pulled off my underwear as well, then tried to pull myself out of the dizzying feeling of half-enjoyment and stood up…

“I’m leaving!” I said.

“What?” He was shocked. “I thought…”

I could still see his penis bouncing proudly, and I wanted to laugh out loud!

I grabbed my bra and, taking advantage of his stunned state, quickly put on my clothes, grabbed my bag, and headed out…

“I never said I wanted to have sex with you!” I said, opening the door. “After all, you couldn’t answer the third question. I’ll pay for your hotel!”

Back home, I felt incredibly accomplished and called my best friend F to tell her. We both had a good laugh.

The next day, I waited for him to unleash his fury or send me an angry email. But nothing happened.

For several days afterward, I didn’t see him after work.

About a week later, I ran into him again in the elevator.

“Hi, Ronny!” I greeted him, wanting to see his reaction.

"Hello, Sandrea!" Surprisingly, he responded with a smile, showing no signs of diminished masculinity.

My curiosity was piqued, so I invited him to dinner.

During dinner, we chatted for a while before I finally got to the point: "Were you angry with me that day?"

He smiled and shook his head: "I couldn't have been angry with you. I reflected on it later, and realized I was too impulsive when the timing wasn't right, ruining everything. I've really reflected on it!"

Now it was my turn to be speechless. I started to feel a sliver of anticipation deep down.

For three days in a row, I ran into him in the elevator, and he drove me home as usual, chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.

I began to hope he would ask me out again, but he remained as virtuous as ever!

On the fourth day, I decided to play with him one more time! Underneath my shirt, I wore a semi-transparent black lace bra, and under my tight skirt, I wore black thongs. I chose the most alluring CK One perfume and Kose lipstick.

After work, I casually walked out. Sure enough, he was standing in the elevator again…

“Sandrea, want a ride?” The same opening line.

“Hmm…”

We got in the car, and I suggested going to dinner.

During dinner, in casual conversation, I hinted that my husband wouldn't be home that night, and I was a little bored and wanted someone to keep me company; I watched his reaction…

He still didn't show any change in expression. I guessed he was going to be unmoved again tonight…

In the car, I deliberately pretended to be very tired and gently rested my head on his shoulder; he didn't say anything and just drove. Unexpectedly, he drove straight to the same hotel as last time!

When we arrived, he helped me out of the car.

"Why did we come here?" I asked, feigning anger.

"I saw you looked tired, so I thought I'd bring you here to rest..." he said with his usual innocent smile.

He helped me into the room. I said I needed to use the restroom, and he said he was going to get something.

I went into the restroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Tonight, it was another moment when desire triumphed over reason!

I unbuttoned my shirt, took off my pencil skirt, and with my high heels on, my lace bra and thong were completely exposed...

I went outside and stood in the living room. He was carrying two drinks and was walking towards me. He stopped when he saw me, and I stopped too. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity!

He slowly, very slowly put down the drinks and walked over, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity…

“Ronny, you…”

Before I could finish, he pulled me down onto the sofa and kissed me…

This was part of my plan, but I hadn’t expected it to be so wild!

He roughly ripped off my shirt… and aggressively attacked my breasts… forcefully tearing off my bra… (and it definitely went wrong! ><) His hands kneaded my breasts roughly, his mouth kissing me relentlessly…

He reminded me of the urges of someone who has been abstaining from sex for a long time! In this wildness, I felt an excitement and pleasure I had never experienced before!!!

He roughly ripped off my thong, his fingers plunging into my already wet vagina, his mouth still kissing me...

He stopped, quickly and forcefully stripping off his own clothes, pulling out a condom from who-knows-where and putting it on; I was still dazed from the recent storm; naked, he leaned closer again, his hands roughly kneading my breasts; I was already panting heavily, indescribably excited!

He spread my thighs apart and forcefully thrust inside...

"Ah~" I cried out.

He thrust in and out without mercy, gripping my waist tightly, relentlessly pounding, without any technique, just relentlessly fucking, like a forceful release! ...

Before long, I felt the pleasure making me almost faint! "...

Ah!...Ronny...slow down...ah..."

He suddenly stopped and turned me around; I gripped the wall, and he entered from behind, his advances as fierce as a storm, showing no mercy. His hands sometimes gripped my waist, sometimes squeezed my drooping breasts; he went faster and faster, harder and harder, the sounds of our bodies colliding and my moans echoing throughout the room...

I lost count of how many orgasms came over me!

He held my hands, letting my breasts sway uninhibited...

"Ronny...I...I can't take it anymore!...Ah..." I cried out incoherently.

He started humming softly, his movements becoming increasingly vigorous; he embraced my breasts, each thrust reaching deep inside…

“Sandrea…Sandrea…Sandrea…Ah!…”

he called my name repeatedly.

Suddenly, he ejaculated inside me!

We both collapsed on the sofa, panting and speechless for a long time…

After a while, he stood up, helped me to the bathroom, and we showered together without a word…

“You’re so rough…” I broke the silence, teasing him.

He didn’t speak, but smiled and hugged me from behind; we showered together, he kissed my neck; I closed my eyes and enjoyed it…

Suddenly, I felt his penis stand up again!

“You again…?” I asked him in surprise.

He chuckled slyly, his hands roaming over my breasts, roughly kneading them; he tried to penetrate me again, but I resisted the urge to stop him…

“Wear a condom…”

He grabbed a condom from the sink, put it on, and thrust in standing up! This time he wasn’t as wild as the first time, thrusting more controlledly, muttering as he did so: “Sandrea…I’ve held back for so long…I finally have you!…Ah…You’re so beautiful!…So good!…Does it feel good?…Does it feel good?…Ah…”

I was panting heavily from the thrusting, unable to answer him…

And so, we did it again in the bathroom!

Afterwards, we both slept soundly until the next morning.

He drove me home, helped me change…

Postscript:

Looking back, women’s minds are actually very subtle; those who are easily understood are often the ones you don’t want! Looking back now, he wasn't the self-important expert I initially thought he was. His tactic of feigning retreat was quite successful; I initially intended to manipulate him, but ended up being manipulated instead! :p

Afterwards, he kept contacting me, hoping for a follow-up. However, my principle was that there wouldn't be a second time. Gradually, he seemed to understand.

I never rode in his car again after that. He left our company last year. All of this is now just a memory! :

[The End]

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