My affair with my female subordinate

I'm the owner of a medium-sized foreign trade company with 30 employees. Due to business expansion, we hired a new female sales representative. She's very beautiful, with the air of a well-bred young lady. She's a recent college graduate with limited social experience and life experience. I remember taking special care of her when she first started working there, and the tasks she was assigned weren't stressful. I'm a man in my early thirties, not particularly handsome, but I have a very masculine presence. I usually lead a monotonous life, going back and forth between home, work, and social life. Sometimes she'd ask me why I didn't go out for social events. I told her that my lifestyle had become so fixed over the years that it was unlikely I could change it.

We got along very well during our work. She was mainly responsible for communicating and liaising with overseas clients. She was serious and responsible at work, doing her best in all the tasks assigned by the company, and she also got along very well with her colleagues. This made me look at her differently, so I always took good care of her and never held grudges. As a result, we became very close, and gradually, my feelings for her changed from just colleagues to a kind of inexplicable affection.

When we had nothing to do, I would often invite her and a few other colleagues from the company to go to bars or karaoke. Every time we went to karaoke, she was always the karaoke queen. To be honest, her singing skills were top-notch. Every time she sang, we men would listen attentively to her voice and watch her lose herself in the music. Sometimes, male colleagues would joke in front of us that we were a match made in heaven. She would always give a faint smile and say that it would be great if it were true, saying that I was not interested in her. Actually, I was already a little infatuated with her at that time, but of course, I would not show those feelings.

The company organized a trip to Gulangyu Island in Xiamen, which further deepened the relationship between us. A trip to Xiamen isn't complete without visiting the beach; the sea there was truly blue. While riding a jet ski, I was driving and she sat behind me, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, her head resting on my left neck. I could feel a pair of firm breasts pressing against my back, and my penis became as hard as an iron bar without me even realizing it. That was our first real physical contact. When we came ashore, her swimsuit was soaked with seawater. Because it was a light yellow color, I could vaguely see a large, thick tuft of black stockings between her legs through the wet fabric.

I really felt like I wanted to pounce on her, but I remained rational in front of everyone. That evening, we strolled along the beach, chatting about everything under the sun. She's the kind of person who becomes incredibly talkative once you get to know someone. We sat on the beach with a gentle sea breeze and the sound of crashing waves; it truly felt like paradise on earth. The next day, we went to Wuyishan. Climbing the mountain exhausted me. I was already exhausted from the climb, and then I had to take care of her, my little burden. However, after this trip, the way she looked at me clearly changed a lot.

As our relationship deepened, she would sometimes talk about her boyfriend in front of me. They were classmates in college and he was her first love. Her boyfriend was the kind of person who often went out partying and had many close female friends. Once, she cried and told me that her boyfriend had cheated on her. That day, she had left her phone at home and went back to her rented room to get it during her lunch break. When she opened the door, she found her boyfriend with another woman. She said that after this incident, he had argued with her many times, and they eventually had a cold war. They hadn't had sex for several months afterward, but he was still having a good time outside. Perhaps it was the influence of revenge that made her, who usually dressed conservatively, change.

She's changed a lot lately, you can tell from her clothing. She used to dress casually, but after that incident, she started dressing more revealingly. Combined with her slender figure and fair skin, she now wears tank tops, shorts, or short skirts to work every day. Sometimes she deliberately walks around in front of me, and many male colleagues stare at her. A few colleagues and I have talked about her figure to her face. Sometimes I peek at her collar or fantasize about the color of her underwear and what's underneath, and I even use the pretext of touching her body. I know I have some fantasies about her, but I've never dared to take that final step.

Whenever she had a broken faucet or a minor computer problem, she would call me to her house to fix it. I don't know if she was trying to get closer to me.

Because of work, we often had to eat and drink with guests. Since I'm a single man, I always had primal urges after drinking, but I always managed to control myself. Later, she would often deliberately expose herself so I could see. I think she was probably satisfying her own desire for revenge, and at the same time, she was interested in me. Once, when foreign guests came to visit, I went with her. The foreigners liked to drink foreign liquor, but neither of us knew how to drink much.

So after the dinner, we were both a little drunk. As soon as we got in the car, I suddenly couldn't control my lust. I don't know where the passion came from, but I couldn't help but kiss her. She didn't resist at all and actively cooperated with me. I said to her, "How about we drive to the park?" She nodded affectionately. As soon as we arrived at the park, I couldn't wait to take off her top and unhooked her bra. The half-cup strapless bra immediately left her body, and a pair of perfect breasts popped out. The small nipples on the brownish-red areolas looked even more charming in the dim light of the car.

I couldn't wait any longer and took her breast into my mouth. Her firm breast moved rhythmically in and out of my mouth as I sucked, gently biting her nipple. The alcohol made it both stimulating and exciting, and I felt her whole body go limp. I kissed her pink neck from behind, then slipped my tongue into her ear and gently nibbled her earlobe. She couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure. Then my mouth left her breast, wandering and licking its way down to her lower abdomen, where I slipped my tongue inside her navel and swirled it around. Next, I cupped her breasts in my hands and lightly licked the corners of her lips. Our

tongues intertwined. Then I slowly unbuttoned her panties, gently teasing her labia with the tip of my tongue while sucking on her clitoris. At that moment, her legs uncontrollably clamped tightly around my head, letting me frantically savor her juicy peach and my overflowing peach juice. I felt she was completely dominated by desire, having lost her last line of defense. I immediately took off all my clothes, gently carried her to the back seat of the car, and slowly leaned down to take her body. She was ready to cooperate with my every move.

She said she wanted to show me her other side of the skill. She sucked on my penis with her alluring little mouth, her tongue tapping the glans. I felt waves of electricity surge through my heart. Her tongue roamed over my testicles, and at that moment, it felt like the world only consisted of the two of us. I lifted her left leg and placed it on my shoulder, then took my penis and attacked her thick, dark-haired vulva. My penis thrust forward inside her vagina.

Her body trembled involuntarily with my rhythm. She kept whispering how good it felt to have such a thick, hard penis. I would occasionally rub my penis against her vaginal opening, then thrust hard, eliciting her ecstatic moans. I could feel the warmth and fullness of her vaginal walls, waves of intense pleasure shooting through my brain. Her juices flowed like a torrent. This overwhelming pleasure plunged me into the abyss of desire; I felt my glans reach her cervix. Before I even began thrusting, I could feel her nearing orgasm. So good! Only then did I truly understand what it meant to be in ecstasy.

As I thrust, I entered a state of boundless pleasure. She writhed in rhythm with my movements, my penis rubbing incessantly inside her narrow vagina. Endless pleasure filled my mind, and I moaned wildly. I increased the frequency of my thrusts, finally forcefully pushing my penis into her cervix and ejaculating a large gush of hot, thick semen into her womb. At this moment, we were both in a dazed, intoxicated state. After resting for about ten minutes, my penis rose high again and I thrust into her vagina once more. With each thrust inside her vagina, her vagina instinctively contracted and relaxed in rhythm. My penis rhythmically moved in and out of her vagina, giving her continuous pleasure. I felt that she had experienced countless orgasms.

She would occasionally make me stop so she could lick my penis, which was covered in her love juices, clean with her small mouth. My penis couldn't withstand her torment in this environment. After wave after wave of trembling, I told her I couldn't hold back anymore and was about to ejaculate. A large amount of warm fluid filled her vagina, and the semen flowed inside, heading deeper into her vagina. I used my fingers to guide the semen out of her vagina—so many white seeds of life! Then I put my penis back into her vagina, and slowly raised my arms to gently embrace her, kissing her. She said that being held after making love felt so wonderful. She also held me tightly, feeling my penis gradually contracting inside her. She said she never knew what an orgasm was before, but now she finally knows the pleasure of an orgasm!

I told her to remember to buy emergency contraception tomorrow, otherwise it would be troublesome if she got pregnant. She said it would be even better if she got pregnant and just gave birth. Actually, I felt she was half-joking. The next day, I walked to the office with a nervous heart. Just then, she also came to work. We walked past each other, and she acted as if nothing had happened. I was secretly delighted. But to be honest, if you haven't had sex with her, you can't tell from appearances that she has such good skills. Superficial innocence doesn't mean she's not good in bed. She's definitely a rare gem I've met. I've been reliving the feeling of her all week. I've wanted to ask her out several times, but I haven't been able to muster the courage. After all, I'm her boss, and I can't just keep asking her out for this kind of thing. But sometimes, I just can't resist her alluring charm during sex.

About two weeks later, around 10 p.m., the phone suddenly rang. I thought my phone wouldn't ring so late, but when I answered, it was her. She was crying on the phone, telling me that her boyfriend had hit her, and she was feeling down and wanted to go out for a drink. I said I happened to have some fine French red wine at home, so why didn't we come over? Actually, my desire was overwhelming; I really wanted to have sex with her again.

I sped off in my newly bought Mercedes to pick her up at the entrance of her apartment complex. On the way, I noticed her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she didn't say a word to me. The May weather was pleasantly cool, with a gentle breeze blowing across my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the woman who haunted my dreams, and wondered why there were so many red lights today. After parking the car at my place, I eagerly took her hand and led her inside. I took out the bottle of fine French red wine and poured two small glasses. She asked why I had poured so little. I replied that I knew I couldn't hold my liquor, and besides, drunk driving was so strictly enforced these days, so I could only drink a tiny bit. She said, "Then don't drink, I'll drink it all myself," and then picked up the bottle and gulped down half of it.

I knew she wasn't a big drinker, and sure enough, she soon started saying she was dying of heat. She took off her skirt, top, bra, and panties one by one, revealing a perfect, fair body to me once again. Her alluring breasts still captivated me. She pushed me onto the sofa and kissed my cheek with her cherry-like lips, which slowly slid down to my ear. Her slender, jade-like hands unbuttoned my shirt, and her mouth kissed my exposed chest as the buttons were undone. Her tongue licked my nipples, and she slowly unbuckled my belt, removing all my clothes. She put my thick penis into her mouth and sucked on it desperately.

When her tongue touched my glans, I felt a jolt like an electric shock. Then her tongue roamed and sucked on my testicles. Suddenly, an inexplicable pleasure came from my anus. It turned out that her tongue was teasing my chrysanthemum. My penis was about to explode from her licking. I begged her to give me her sister. If she didn't let me go in, I was going to explode. She obediently raised her buttocks and spread her wet pussy open with both hands. I immediately went straight for the kill. It was so wet inside that it made a gurgling sound when I thrust in and out. Her soft moans made me even more passionate. At this moment, I saw her anus and thought how great it would be if she let me explode. I tentatively ran my fingers slowly over her anus. She seemed even more passionate.

I whispered in her ear, "Can I feel your anus?" She said she had never been penetrated before, but seeing her tacit expression, I knew she agreed. I pulled my penis out of her vagina and slowly probed her anus with the head of my penis. I could feel her tension, but lust had already taken over my mind. With a forceful thrust, my penis entered her anus, a place I had never been before. I felt my penis being tightly wrapped, like masturbating. She was extremely excited at this moment, her buttocks swaying back and forth in rhythm with me. Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed to my brain and then straight to my penis, ejaculating from the head of my penis. We embraced each other, enjoying the afterglow of sex for a long time.

The next evening she came to my house again. We embraced and went into the bathroom. After we came out, she said, "Why don't we make love in front of that floor mirror? It will give me even more pleasure. I like seeing a couple in love lost in the moment in the mirror." She said that seeing each other in the mirror made her feel even more lewd. Although I wasn't used to that kind of thing because I had never done it before, I accepted the new thing for her. Her tongue started kissing my forehead and went down to my heels. She gently lifted my penis with both hands and kissed my testicles from the glans. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I turned on the room light, spread her long legs, and saw her pink labia covered with pubic hair. Her wet vulva made me want to suckle.

I parted her thick pubic hair, pressed my tongue against her large clitoris, and felt her whole body tremble. I kissed her from the inside of her thighs to her vaginal opening repeatedly. By this time, she was even wetter, and the sheets were soaked. She pushed my head away and placed my hand on her vulva. I knew she needed handjobs. I tentatively inserted one finger into her vagina and slowly moved it from side to side. Then I slowly inserted three fingers into her wetness. She began to move her body wildly, repeatedly calling out, "Husband, I love you." I increased the frequency of my fingers entering and exiting her vagina. As the frequency increased, the ecstasy on her face was unmistakable. She gripped my hand tightly and said she was about to ejaculate. Sure enough, a lot of fluid shot out from her vagina. I said, "Let's get up and change the sheets!"

"To be honest, I don't know if it's urine or vaginal fluid. There was even vaginal fluid on my glans. She used her magical tongue to lick my glans clean in a short while, and then her tongue traveled along my testicles. My testicles felt especially warm in her mouth. My penis was almost all the way down her throat when it went in and out. She gagged a few times, which reminded me of deep throat sex performed by Japanese actresses. She grabbed one hand..." My penis was being rubbed and caressed, her tongue tracing patterns on the glans, while my other hand gently stroked my testicles. To be honest, even a prostitute wasn't as professional as her. My urge to ejaculate grew stronger, and I whispered to her, "Where do you want me to ejaculate?" Without a word, she shoved my entire penis into her mouth. A gush of semen instantly flowed into her cherry-like lips. My mind went blank, every corner of my body throbbing with ecstasy. Her tongue was still teasing the glans; I was completely conquered by her. I took my penis out of her mouth to go take a shower, because it was covered in sticky semen.

She grabbed me and said she would clean it for me. I asked her, "You didn't eat all that semen, did you?" She nodded slightly and said yes. She picked up my penis and licked it clean with her tongue, bit by bit. She lay down next to me like a little bird. I asked her, "How come your oral skills are so good? You almost drove me crazy." She said that she didn't know how to do it before, but her boyfriend made her... She learned it from watching Japanese and European porn. I laughed and said, "You're really quick to grasp things; you can make me dizzy." She immediately picked up the conversation, saying that what she wanted was for me to never forget her. I said, "Won't you have any objections if I can't promise you anything?" She said that what she needed was care and real sex; she could get orgasms from me that she couldn't get from her boyfriend. I was speechless. The one thing I've always wanted to say is, "If you're willing, I'd be willing to let you be my lover for life!"

I'm the owner of a medium-sized foreign trade company with 30 employees. Due to business expansion, we hired a new female sales representative. She's very beautiful, with the air of a well-bred young lady. She's a recent college graduate with limited social experience and life experience. I remember taking special care of her when she first started working there, and the tasks she was assigned weren't stressful. I'm a man in my early thirties, not particularly handsome, but I have a very masculine presence. I usually lead a monotonous life, going back and forth between home, work, and social life. Sometimes she'd ask me why I didn't go out for social events. I told her that my lifestyle had become so fixed over the years that it was unlikely I could change it.

We got along very well during our work. She was mainly responsible for communicating and liaising with overseas clients. She was serious and responsible at work, doing her best in all the tasks assigned by the company, and she also got along very well with her colleagues. This made me look at her differently, so I always took good care of her and never held grudges. As a result, we became very close, and gradually, my feelings for her changed from just colleagues to a kind of inexplicable affection.

When we had nothing to do, I would often invite her and a few other colleagues from the company to go to bars or karaoke. Every time we went to karaoke, she was always the karaoke queen. To be honest, her singing skills were top-notch. Every time she sang, we men would listen attentively to her voice and watch her lose herself in the music. Sometimes, male colleagues would joke in front of us that we were a match made in heaven. She would always give a faint smile and say that it would be great if it were true, saying that I was not interested in her. Actually, I was already a little infatuated with her at that time, but of course, I would not show those feelings.

The company organized a trip to Gulangyu Island in Xiamen, which further deepened the relationship between us. A trip to Xiamen isn't complete without visiting the beach; the sea there was truly blue. While riding a jet ski, I was driving and she sat behind me, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, her head resting on my left neck. I could feel a pair of firm breasts pressing against my back, and my penis became as hard as an iron bar without me even realizing it. That was our first real physical contact. When we came ashore, her swimsuit was soaked with seawater. Because it was a light yellow color, I could vaguely see a large, thick tuft of black stockings between her legs through the wet fabric.

I really felt like I wanted to pounce on her, but I remained rational in front of everyone. That evening, we strolled along the beach, chatting about everything under the sun. She's the kind of person who becomes incredibly talkative once you get to know someone. We sat on the beach with a gentle sea breeze and the sound of crashing waves; it truly felt like paradise on earth. The next day, we went to Wuyishan. Climbing the mountain exhausted me. I was already exhausted from the climb, and then I had to take care of her, my little burden. However, after this trip, the way she looked at me clearly changed a lot.

As our relationship deepened, she would sometimes talk about her boyfriend in front of me. They were classmates in college and he was her first love. Her boyfriend was the kind of person who often went out partying and had many close female friends. Once, she cried and told me that her boyfriend had cheated on her. That day, she had left her phone at home and went back to her rented room to get it during her lunch break. When she opened the door, she found her boyfriend with another woman. She said that after this incident, he had argued with her many times, and they eventually had a cold war. They hadn't had sex for several months afterward, but he was still having a good time outside. Perhaps it was the influence of revenge that made her, who usually dressed conservatively, change.

She's changed a lot lately, you can tell from her clothing. She used to dress casually, but after that incident, she started dressing more revealingly. Combined with her slender figure and fair skin, she now wears tank tops, shorts, or short skirts to work every day. Sometimes she deliberately walks around in front of me, and many male colleagues stare at her. A few colleagues and I have talked about her figure to her face. Sometimes I peek at her collar or fantasize about the color of her underwear and what's underneath, and I even use the pretext of touching her body. I know I have some fantasies about her, but I've never dared to take that final step.

Whenever she had a broken faucet or a minor computer problem, she would call me to her house to fix it. I don't know if she was trying to get closer to me.

Because of work, we often had to eat and drink with guests. Since I'm a single man, I always had primal urges after drinking, but I always managed to control myself. Later, she would often deliberately expose herself so I could see. I think she was probably satisfying her own desire for revenge, and at the same time, she was interested in me. Once, when foreign guests came to visit, I went with her. The foreigners liked to drink foreign liquor, but neither of us knew how to drink much.

So after the dinner, we were both a little drunk. As soon as we got in the car, I suddenly couldn't control my lust. I don't know where the passion came from, but I couldn't help but kiss her. She didn't resist at all and actively cooperated with me. I said to her, "How about we drive to the park?" She nodded affectionately. As soon as we arrived at the park, I couldn't wait to take off her top and unhooked her bra. The half-cup strapless bra immediately left her body, and a pair of perfect breasts popped out. The small nipples on the brownish-red areolas looked even more charming in the dim light of the car.

I couldn't wait any longer and took her breast into my mouth. Her firm breast moved rhythmically in and out of my mouth as I sucked, gently biting her nipple. The alcohol made it both stimulating and exciting, and I felt her whole body go limp. I kissed her pink neck from behind, then slipped my tongue into her ear and gently nibbled her earlobe. She couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure. Then my mouth left her breast, wandering and licking its way down to her lower abdomen, where I slipped my tongue inside her navel and swirled it around. Next, I cupped her breasts in my hands and lightly licked the corners of her lips. Our

tongues intertwined. Then I slowly unbuttoned her panties, gently teasing her labia with the tip of my tongue while sucking on her clitoris. At that moment, her legs uncontrollably clamped tightly around my head, letting me frantically savor her juicy peach and my overflowing peach juice. I felt she was completely dominated by desire, having lost her last line of defense. I immediately took off all my clothes, gently carried her to the back seat of the car, and slowly leaned down to take her body. She was ready to cooperate with my every move.

She said she wanted to show me her other side of the skill. She sucked on my penis with her alluring little mouth, her tongue tapping the glans. I felt waves of electricity surge through my heart. Her tongue roamed over my testicles, and at that moment, it felt like the world only consisted of the two of us. I lifted her left leg and placed it on my shoulder, then took my penis and attacked her thick, dark-haired vulva. My penis thrust forward inside her vagina.

Her body trembled involuntarily with my rhythm. She kept whispering how good it felt to have such a thick, hard penis. I would occasionally rub my penis against her vaginal opening, then thrust hard, eliciting her ecstatic moans. I could feel the warmth and fullness of her vaginal walls, waves of intense pleasure shooting through my brain. Her juices flowed like a torrent. This overwhelming pleasure plunged me into the abyss of desire; I felt my glans reach her cervix. Before I even began thrusting, I could feel her nearing orgasm. So good! Only then did I truly understand what it meant to be in ecstasy.

As I thrust, I entered a state of boundless pleasure. She writhed in rhythm with my movements, my penis rubbing incessantly inside her narrow vagina. Endless pleasure filled my mind, and I moaned wildly. I increased the frequency of my thrusts, finally forcefully pushing my penis into her cervix and ejaculating a large gush of hot, thick semen into her womb. At this moment, we were both in a dazed, intoxicated state. After resting for about ten minutes, my penis rose high again and I thrust into her vagina once more. With each thrust inside her vagina, her vagina instinctively contracted and relaxed in rhythm. My penis rhythmically moved in and out of her vagina, giving her continuous pleasure. I felt that she had experienced countless orgasms.

She would occasionally make me stop so she could lick my penis, which was covered in her love juices, clean with her small mouth. My penis couldn't withstand her torment in this environment. After wave after wave of trembling, I told her I couldn't hold back anymore and was about to ejaculate. A large amount of warm fluid filled her vagina, and the semen flowed inside, heading deeper into her vagina. I used my fingers to guide the semen out of her vagina—so many white seeds of life! Then I put my penis back into her vagina, and slowly raised my arms to gently embrace her, kissing her. She said that being held after making love felt so wonderful. She also held me tightly, feeling my penis gradually contracting inside her. She said she never knew what an orgasm was before, but now she finally knows the pleasure of an orgasm!

I told her to remember to buy emergency contraception tomorrow, otherwise it would be troublesome if she got pregnant. She said it would be even better if she got pregnant and just gave birth. Actually, I felt she was half-joking. The next day, I walked to the office with a nervous heart. Just then, she also came to work. We walked past each other, and she acted as if nothing had happened. I was secretly delighted. But to be honest, if you haven't had sex with her, you can't tell from appearances that she has such good skills. Superficial innocence doesn't mean she's not good in bed. She's definitely a rare gem I've met. I've been reliving the feeling of her all week. I've wanted to ask her out several times, but I haven't been able to muster the courage. After all, I'm her boss, and I can't just keep asking her out for this kind of thing. But sometimes, I just can't resist her alluring charm during sex.

About two weeks later, around 10 p.m., the phone suddenly rang. I thought my phone wouldn't ring so late, but when I answered, it was her. She was crying on the phone, telling me that her boyfriend had hit her, and she was feeling down and wanted to go out for a drink. I said I happened to have some fine French red wine at home, so why didn't we come over? Actually, my desire was overwhelming; I really wanted to have sex with her again.

I sped off in my newly bought Mercedes to pick her up at the entrance of her apartment complex. On the way, I noticed her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she didn't say a word to me. The May weather was pleasantly cool, with a gentle breeze blowing across my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the woman who haunted my dreams, and wondered why there were so many red lights today. After parking the car at my place, I eagerly took her hand and led her inside. I took out the bottle of fine French red wine and poured two small glasses. She asked why I had poured so little. I replied that I knew I couldn't hold my liquor, and besides, drunk driving was so strictly enforced these days, so I could only drink a tiny bit. She said, "Then don't drink, I'll drink it all myself," and then picked up the bottle and gulped down half of it.

I knew she wasn't a big drinker, and sure enough, she soon started saying she was dying of heat. She took off her skirt, top, bra, and panties one by one, revealing a perfect, fair body to me once again. Her alluring breasts still captivated me. She pushed me onto the sofa and kissed my cheek with her cherry-like lips, which slowly slid down to my ear. Her slender, jade-like hands unbuttoned my shirt, and her mouth kissed my exposed chest as the buttons were undone. Her tongue licked my nipples, and she slowly unbuckled my belt, removing all my clothes. She put my thick penis into her mouth and sucked on it desperately.

When her tongue touched my glans, I felt a jolt like an electric shock. Then her tongue roamed and sucked on my testicles. Suddenly, an inexplicable pleasure came from my anus. It turned out that her tongue was teasing my chrysanthemum. My penis was about to explode from her licking. I begged her to give me her sister. If she didn't let me go in, I was going to explode. She obediently raised her buttocks and spread her wet pussy open with both hands. I immediately went straight for the kill. It was so wet inside that it made a gurgling sound when I thrust in and out. Her soft moans made me even more passionate. At this moment, I saw her anus and thought how great it would be if she let me explode. I tentatively ran my fingers slowly over her anus. She seemed even more passionate.

I whispered in her ear, "Can I feel your anus?" She said she had never been penetrated before, but seeing her tacit expression, I knew she agreed. I pulled my penis out of her vagina and slowly probed her anus with the head of my penis. I could feel her tension, but lust had already taken over my mind. With a forceful thrust, my penis entered her anus, a place I had never been before. I felt my penis being tightly wrapped, like masturbating. She was extremely excited at this moment, her buttocks swaying back and forth in rhythm with me. Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed to my brain and then straight to my penis, ejaculating from the head of my penis. We embraced each other, enjoying the afterglow of sex for a long time.

The next evening she came to my house again. We embraced and went into the bathroom. After we came out, she said, "Why don't we make love in front of that floor mirror? It will give me even more pleasure. I like seeing a couple in love lost in the moment in the mirror." She said that seeing each other in the mirror made her feel even more lewd. Although I wasn't used to that kind of thing because I had never done it before, I accepted the new thing for her. Her tongue started kissing my forehead and went down to my heels. She gently lifted my penis with both hands and kissed my testicles from the glans. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I turned on the room light, spread her long legs, and saw her pink labia covered with pubic hair. Her wet vulva made me want to suckle.

I parted her thick pubic hair, pressed my tongue against her large clitoris, and felt her whole body tremble. I kissed her from the inside of her thighs to her vaginal opening repeatedly. By this time, she was even wetter, and the sheets were soaked. She pushed my head away and placed my hand on her vulva. I knew she needed handjobs. I tentatively inserted one finger into her vagina and slowly moved it from side to side. Then I slowly inserted three fingers into her wetness. She began to move her body wildly, repeatedly calling out, "Husband, I love you." I increased the frequency of my fingers entering and exiting her vagina. As the frequency increased, the ecstasy on her face was unmistakable. She gripped my hand tightly and said she was about to ejaculate. Sure enough, a lot of fluid shot out from her vagina. I said, "Let's get up and change the sheets!"

"To be honest, I don't know if it's urine or vaginal fluid. There was even vaginal fluid on my glans. She used her magical tongue to lick my glans clean in a short while, and then her tongue traveled along my testicles. My testicles felt especially warm in her mouth. My penis was almost all the way down her throat when it went in and out. She gagged a few times, which reminded me of deep throat sex performed by Japanese actresses. She grabbed one hand..." My penis was being rubbed and caressed, her tongue tracing patterns on the glans, while my other hand gently stroked my testicles. To be honest, even a prostitute wasn't as professional as her. My urge to ejaculate grew stronger, and I whispered to her, "Where do you want me to ejaculate?" Without a word, she shoved my entire penis into her mouth. A gush of semen instantly flowed into her cherry-like lips. My mind went blank, every corner of my body throbbing with ecstasy. Her tongue was still teasing the glans; I was completely conquered by her. I took my penis out of her mouth to go take a shower, because it was covered in sticky semen.

She grabbed me and said she would clean it for me. I asked her, "You didn't eat all that semen, did you?" She nodded slightly and said yes. She picked up my penis and licked it clean with her tongue, bit by bit. She lay down next to me like a little bird. I asked her, "How come your oral skills are so good? You almost drove me crazy." She said that she didn't know how to do it before, but her boyfriend made her... She learned it from watching Japanese and European porn. I laughed and said, "You're really quick to grasp things; you can make me dizzy." She immediately picked up the conversation, saying that what she wanted was for me to never forget her. I said, "Won't you have any objections if I can't promise you anything?" She said that what she needed was care and real sex; she could get orgasms from me that she couldn't get from her boyfriend. I was speechless. The one thing I've always wanted to say is, "If you're willing, I'd be willing to let you be my lover for life!"

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