Successfully gave oral sex to a promiscuous little slut

Let's call this slut Xuan. She's a pampered rich girl; her father is a leader in the government's construction sector. Everyone knows how much money urban construction has made contractors rich, and incidentally, so have many small-time bosses in the construction industry. She drives a Mercedes sports car every day, has a chaotic private life, and changes boyfriends more often than underwear. And, blessed by heaven, she also has a goddess-like face and a devilish figure. Of course, she loves wearing stockings, high heels, and boots—which are also my favorites.
We met at a party. After learning about her situation, I didn't want to get too close, given her chaotic background. After getting her WeChat, we exchanged greetings occasionally. I learned she had even converted to Buddhism. Amitabha! This kind of person is a misfortune for Buddhism.
I've been invited by her to various events, mostly to groups of men with big gold chains, small gold watches, large heads, thick necks, and other stereotypical "gangster" types—mostly contractors and earthwork workers. It's unavoidable; it's a mutual dependence. Maybe it's because I wear glasses and am completely different from everyone else, but I always felt uncomfortable. She was quite uninhibited and drank a lot of baijiu (Chinese liquor). I'd heard before that she was very provocative when drunk.
Afterwards, many "big brothers" offered to be her escorts, but she refused them all. In the end, we found a designated driver to take her home. On the way, she rested her head on my shoulder, and with the vibrations of the car, her large breasts bounced back and forth. The scent of her hair aroused me slightly. When we arrived at her building, the designated driver left. I tried to help her out of the car, but she was too dizzy to walk. I helped her up, then half-dragged, half-carried her into the building, took the elevator, and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. She mumbled that this was her own apartment, and that her parents had gone elsewhere and wouldn't be back for a week. I opened the door and threw her onto the sofa.
She slid off the sofa and onto the floor. Seeing this, I realized it wasn't a solution, so I dragged her into the bedroom, covered her with a blanket, and when I took off her boots, I smelled a very strong, pungent odor of stockinged feet—the kind that feels like feet that've been trapped in unbreathable shoes for three days. Instantly, I got an erection. I smelled her stockinged feet and laughed, asking her, "Are you trying to suffocate me? Haven't you washed your feet and socks in days?" She said, "I haven't changed my stockings for a week." I was stunned. It seems this truly proves the saying: seemingly goddess-like girls can have a stench that can kill you from the stockings in their boots. She kept whimpering and making noises, telling me to sit on the edge of the bed and wait until she fell asleep. I pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, playing on my phone, but she kept whimpering and wouldn't sleep. I told her to go to sleep, and I'd leave once she was asleep. After a while, I felt something touching my penis through my pants in the darkness. I looked up and saw her sticking her smelly stockinged feet out from under the covers, placing them between my legs, her toes wiggling, teasing my hard penis. So, while I was distracted by my phone, she, whether pretending to be asleep or just half-asleep, continued to tease me with her stockinged feet. Every time I looked down, I could smell the strong scent of
her stockinged feet. Unable to resist, I pulled back the covers and kissed her fiercely. She was startled. But a slut like her reacted quickly, pulling me onto the bed and straddling me, leaning down for a passionate French kiss. While kissing, she took off her clothes and unbuckled my belt. Ignoring the fact that my penis wasn't washed, she immediately took it into her mouth. Stimulated, I grabbed her legs, making her face towards my penis, and I positioned myself towards her genitals, forming a 69 position. I started licking her genitals through her stockings, smelling the strong scent of her stockinged feet—it was incredibly stimulating. She said, "Your penis is so hard, so big, it tastes so good." I didn't respond. I have to say, she truly lived up to her reputation as a promiscuous slut; I quickly reached my limit. She sensed my erection and said, "Baby, I feel like you're about to cum." I said, "Get away, I'm coming." Unexpectedly, she took it even deeper and tighter. I relaxed my back, my erection reaching its maximum, and I thrust hard into her throat, pulling her smelly stockinged feet over my nose and face, spraying my hot semen into her mouth.
She choked and gagged, saying, "How could you shoot so much?" I said, "Because you didn't get away." After cleaning up, she asked me if I was a pervert, liking my stockings, and said, "It's nothing, lots of gangsters ask me for stockings directly, even worn ones, so I know what they're used for." I didn't say anything. She asked me to stay the night, but I didn't agree; after all, I'd already cum, and I didn't want it to drag on. I left quickly. Later, she invited me to drink a few more times, but thinking about that table full of gangsters, I was fed up and didn't participate anymore.

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