A group sex frenzy on the Inner Mongolian grasslands

Before the mask crisis, business trips were easy. Actually, they were more like vacations than business trips. Because I was young and hardworking, and my company was a crucial link between higher and lower levels, I was often called upon to go on business trips – basically, I was a gofer. This job, whether new to it or just starting out, felt novel, but after a while, it became tedious. However, this time, I unexpectedly started to enjoy business trips. It
was probably a summer a year or two ago, and my planned destination was Manzhouli, Inner Mongolia. I prepared all the necessary arrangements for my six travel companions and also carried some cash with me, just in case. What kind of case? For example, if the place we arrived at only accepted cash (there's a fisherman's restaurant near Hulun Lake that actually only accepts cash, and the receipt is just a handwritten piece of tattered paper).
I won't go into the details of the journey, but my inspection arrangements and local arrangements were all very well done. Everyone had a wonderful time. The Hulunbuir Grassland in summer was breathtaking, the unique Orthodox onion-domed buildings exuded exotic charm, and the Russian Matryoshka Square was dazzling with lights. We drank and drank… roast beef, roast mutton, roast camel meat… and ate and ate. After a few days, someone suggested we relax. Men, after all! Thousands of miles from home, eating and drinking, on the vast grassland—it's impossible not to want to. So we expressed our thoughts to the local guide. He was quick-witted and immediately made arrangements.
That evening, after our first round of heavy drinking (the kind that gets you completely drunk in one go), we drove to a huge nightclub. As soon as we sat down, more than 20 tall, slender women in black stockings and high heels, with radiant figures, entered. It must be said, the women of the northern border region truly have Mongolian and Russian genes; they are incredibly beautiful and have amazing figures. But their accents were different—they had a strong Northeastern accent. Haha… There were only six of us, but all 20-plus beauties stayed.
At first, everyone sang politely, things like "Father's Grassland, Mother's River" and "I Guard the Border for My Motherland." If you didn't know better, you'd think the nightclub had turned into a patriotic education base. But with 20-plus beauties and only six men, each had one on each arm, and another sitting on their lap. They were all young and beautiful girls, all in black stockings and high heels. The Inner Mongolian girls could drink and sing, had plenty of energy, and were very good at joking and having fun. Gradually, the atmosphere changed…
I don't know who switched to the loudest music, or who started taking off their clothes on the dance floor. Accompanied by heart-pounding music, the girls started taking off their tank tops, leaving only their bras. Some men were already eagerly touching the girls' legs in their black stockings, while others were "discussing" "inside-of-the-bra" issues with them. Haha…
I exchanged a smile with the local guide, and I said, "Brother, I was so busy drinking at dinner that I didn't eat much. Now I'm hungry, how about we grab a bite?" The young man chuckled and dragged me to a quaint little shop for snacks. While we were eating, I asked, "Are you sure it's okay to be having so much fun?" He replied, "We're the locals, nobody dares mess with us." Reassured, we finished eating and returned to the nightclub. These girls weren't done yet. The young man said, "Even though you're working with a group, you're still a customer. Pick a few." I looked around and saw that about half the girls were just playing on their phones, wearing stockings and high heels.
I asked the young man to find an empty room nearby and called all the girls over, telling him not to let anyone else in. He agreed. I had the girls take off their high heels, put their feet up, and lie on the sofa. I smelled each of their feet, choosing the two with the strongest, most appealing stockings, the prettiest faces, and the best figures to keep. The rest gave tips and left (the power of cash was evident again). If I remember correctly, the first time I made one beautiful woman lick another's feet, and then I ejaculated from behind. The second time, I made the two women lie side by side, and I ejaculated from both sides. The third time, I made the two women kneel down and lick my penis together, and I ejaculated all over their faces. I have to praise the girls from Inner Mongolia again; they're really open-minded. If they're willing, they'll do anything for you. They're straightforward, decisive, and say whatever comes to mind. As we were leaving, one of the women said, "My mom would definitely like someone like you as a son-in-law. Come live with us and we'll give you several acres of land and dozens of acres of forest!" Looking at her serious face, I was really speechless. Another woman said, "If you feel like you're losing out, you can marry both of us. We'll serve you, and we'll make sure you're well taken care of." It really drove me crazy...

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