Femininity (other adult novels)

My job requires me to travel a lot, and most of the time I am alone. I went to Hunan two years ago. It is a large project of a state-owned enterprise. I went there with my colleagues that time. I am in business and he is in technology. That was the first time I went to negotiate.

The project team was established not long ago and a lot of new people were recruited, making the entire project department seem chaotic. Before entering the meeting room aggressively, he glanced at the stage in front of him. It was a newly hired woman who looked to be in her early twenties. The girls from Hunan are pretty and heaps of beauty on us. Just took a look.

Meetings and negotiations, business first, technology second.

Anyone who is engaged in business knows that if the work behind the scenes is done well, the work on stage is just a formality. Soon I came out with my bag. It's the technicians' turn to go in and continue to fight with them.

I came out to say hello, everyone is busy. He walked out with a cigarette in his mouth. The girl at the front desk stopped me and said, "You can smoke here."

The girl’s Mandarin is not very standard, but her voice is really nice. I pretended not to understand and asked, "What did you say?" My heart skipped a beat. "Can this Mandarin be used as a receptionist?"

The girl said it again, and I leaned on the table and lit a cigarette. Glancing at her computer. The girl is stealing vegetables, she feels so empty. My occupational disease is annoying again. I didn’t cut enough just now. Now I have a target, so I’ll continue talking.

"Are you new here, beautiful lady?" He handed over a business card and said, "I'll trouble you with phone calls and documents from now on."

The girl took the business card, looked at it and asked, "Are you hiring for your equipment soon? Sorry, my business card hasn't been printed yet."

"Morning! This is my first time here."

After hearing what I said, the girl threw the business card into the bottom drawer. This won't work. I smiled and said, "Girls also play the game of stealing vegetables?"

She answered absentmindedly and continued playing. I said, "I want to play too. Let's join in. It's more fun when more people steal together."

The girl was interested in this matter, so she added him as a friend on Kaixin.com and asked for his QQ number. I wrote my QQ number on a business card and gave it to her, which she put on the keyboard drawer this time. Chat with the girl while watching her stealing vegetables. Not long after, my colleague came out. He said hello to the girl and left.

I made an appointment with the other party to go shopping and have dinner in the evening. After getting drunk, I asked the front desk staff indirectly: "What's wrong with your front desk staff? Can they speak Mandarin?"...

Li Li, 26 years old this year, has been married for 4 years and has a 3-year-old son who is being raised by her grandmother-in-law. My husband is a civil servant. My husband's father is a deputy director. I've been idle for 4 years and I was bored, so I asked my father-in-law to find me a job, and now I'm working as a receptionist. No one dares to order her around as the receptionist. This is the information I got after three days.

Well, there is one more PR goal.

After returning to the hotel, I opened Kaixin.com and saw a friend added, it was Li Li. Someone added me on QQ, it’s Li Li.

Since then, every time I went to their place I would bring some small gifts for Li Li. Spend the company's money and do your own favors. They usually steal vegetables and chat on QQ, so we have become familiar with each other.

I was quite busy for a while and didn't visit Kaixin.com much. I went to their place again that time, and when I came back in the evening I saw a message on QQ. It was from her, asking why I hadn’t stolen vegetables during this period. "

I went onto Kaixin.com and discovered that my vegetable garden was thriving. After looking at the records, I found out that Li Li had been looking after me.

I said on QQ: "It's all because of your project." At that time, there were three companies competing fiercely.

After a while she replied: "What's wrong?"

I looked at the time and it was only a little after seven, so I asked, "Is it convenient? Let's go out and chat in the evening. I've been so depressed these past few days."

After a long while, she replied: "Yes"

Made an appointment with her for a time and place. I took a shower, changed my clothes (it was early October and the weather was hot), and went out.

She was on time, and I ordered some barbecue and two beers, one for each of us. I'm allergic to alcohol, so I just took two bottles. And once you drink it your whole body turns red. I complained to her while drinking, but she didn't say anything. Seeing that she had listened to me, I started chatting with her about everything. I don't know why I asked her if her husband minded her coming out at night?

She didn't answer, but her face didn't look very good. I cursed myself for having a stupid brain. Her husband is a regular officer and has a background, so how could he not be busy? Can you compare with me who just eats and waits for death? Busy changing the subject. After talking for a while, I found that she was not angry about what I asked. Well, it seems that the relationship between husband and wife is not very good. I drank one and a half bottles that day and she drank four bottles. As a man, I sweat on my own, but I still have to take her home.

Nothing happened that night. When I took her home at around eleven o'clock, no one was there.

After that, Li Li and I had more and more contact, and we had dinner and sang songs alone several times. But they all come from emotion and are based on reason.

After the summer of the following year, I went to Hunan more and more frequently, and the project entered the sprint stage. Everything that needed to be delivered and taken care of has been done. The project was successfully obtained. The most important thing is that the price is very good. I understand that it was Li Li who helped.

The contract was signed and Li Li also attended the celebration party in the evening. I tried my best and vomited twice, but still fell down. The key is that the starting point is too low. The boss took them to KTV, but Li Li naturally couldn't go. She consciously offered to take me back. Naturally, others refused. Although I couldn't stand up, my mind was still clear and I said, "I'll take a break. You guys go play first. I'll be there by myself later." Everyone dispersed.

I lay down for a while, and Li Li came back and asked me if I was okay.

I smiled and said, "It's okay." But my steps were not obedient. She came over and supported me. Although I am not tall, my body is quite heavy and she can hardly hold on to me, so she lets me lean on her. This was the first physical contact between the two of us in such a long time.

She drove me straight back to the hotel. By the time the car arrived at the hotel, I felt much better. I can sober up easily by having some fresh air. But at that time I couldn't bear to let her go, because I knew her husband was leading a team to conduct an inspection, and he is now a deputy director.

I stumbled as I got off the car. It was so realistic. I hit my head on a telephone pole. MD, I originally wanted to hold on to the telephone pole to pretend, but my head went up first.

With a clang, Li Li was frightened and hurriedly got out of the car to hold me and look at my forehead.

I looked at her nervous look and said quickly, "I'm fine, you go back first." I wanted to stand, but I couldn't. I feel a little dizzy from the head bang.

She asked me to hold on to the telephone pole and then got in the car. I cursed myself in my heart for pretending to be a hero. But I had to pretend to the end. I wanted to go back by myself, but it was a bit shaky, so I had to hold on to a telephone pole to slow down.

Li Li got out of the car, picked up her bag and closed the door. She looked at my forehead again and said, "What a big bump." I saw her eyes were wet.

"It's okay, I'll be back soon and apply some ice water. You should go back soon. You've been drinking, so drive slowly." She had even turned off the engine of her car.

"I'll take you home first." She took my hand, put it around her neck, and took my weight.

My left hand hung naturally in front of her chest, swinging back and forth with my steps. Occasionally it would pass across her chest. She noticed but didn't react. I leaned my head against hers and smelled the scent of her hair. It's Pantene. I use it too.

Back in the room, she asked me to lie down, took a can of drink from the refrigerator, wrapped it in a towel, and rolled it back and forth on my forehead. Seeing her distressed look, I hugged her. She resisted, but not violently. I held her in my arms. Her body was trembling a little.

With a bang, the bottle of drink rolled to the ground.

She seemed to wake up suddenly and struggled violently. I didn't let go, and the vitality in my lower body made her blush. She tapped my forehead with her finger. I screamed in pain and my hands loosened.

She stood up and stepped back. Look at me.

I sat up and looked at her. Staring straight and unblinking. At this time, we both needed courage. I used my eyes to tell her my determination and give her courage.

She gave in, lowered her head and asked, "When did you sober up?"

"In the car" I didn't lie to her.

"Then why did you hit the telephone pole?" she asked

"I don't want you to leave."

"Why?"

"I can't bear to see you go back alone and suffer loneliness."

"Have you ever thought about what I'm going to have to endure?"

I don’t know how to answer, I want to say: accept my love. But I can't say it.

I was silent. She cried, her shoulders heaving.

I went over and hugged her, but she broke free.

I said, "You can go back alone and be lonely, or we can go back together and be lonely. It's your choice."

She just stood there and cried.

"Then I'll help you choose." I hugged her again.

She was as still as a telephone pole. cry.

Slowly, she leaned her head on my shoulder and cried.

I touched her hair and wanted to kiss her neck, but I couldn't reach it. I wanted her to raise her head and kiss her, but she didn't move. A long time.

I was in a hurry, so during a small confrontation, my forehead hit the telephone pole again.

It hurts so much that tears welled up in my eyes.

She was anxious and held my head, wanting to touch it but not daring to. He turned around and went to open the refrigerator.

I held her hand and said, "Kiss it and it won't hurt."

She hit me and kissed my forehead. The kiss still hurts.

"Is it okay not to go back?"

She looked at me for a moment. He stood up, walked to the door, and looked back at me. I didn't move, I just looked at her. My mood hit rock bottom. His face was full of loss and disappointment.

She raised her hand, but instead of opening the door, she pressed a switch in the hallway. I know that the switches there control the bathroom and corridor lights, and there is also one for do not disturb.

I ran over and kissed her, and she was excited and nervous. The body kept shaking. I am not tall and she is not short, there is only a difference of five centimeters. But I was able to hold her completely in my arms.

After the passionate kiss, I said to her, "You must be tired from helping me just now. You are sweating all over. Do you want to wash first?"

She said she was not used to the hotel towels, so I quickly took out my towels, as well as shampoo, shower gel, and small bottles of Pantene. After multiple fillings, the bottle still looks new.

She said I was a man, and towels washed by women could not be washed properly by men. I suggested we take a shower together, but she disagreed.

I took off all my clothes in front of her, and she looked at me, feeling shy and expectant.

In five minutes, I came out wet and naked. During this time, I sang two songs in the bathroom, "Ask" and "Dear Lover". The order cannot be wrong. I'm afraid that she will think too much and the cooked duck will fly away again.

She was listening to me singing, and when she saw me come out, she was surprised at my speed and said that I didn't wash cleanly. I asked her to help me wash, so she went in alone. The door is not locked.

I didn't go in, but took out my cell phone and called my boss.

"Boss, I'm back at the hotel. I feel dizzy and won't come over."

"Okay, got it. Take it easy. I just asked Xiao Zhu and Xiao Li (technician) to go first."

"Thank you for your concern, boss." I didn't dare pretend to be drunk.

"I'm here. I need to take a shower later. We won't be going back tonight. Don't worry."

I put down my phone, turned on my computer, and played some soothing music. After waiting for a long time, she finally came out. Dress neatly.

That was for me to help her take it off, and I hugged her, kissed her, and made her soften and melt. It was convenient to take off her clothes. I laid her clothes neatly on the bed. Her clothes weren't cheap.

I like to admire a woman's naked body, but she was too shy to do so. Straight into my arms. I could only touch her. The back is very smooth. She has some flesh on her body. She said she has a small frame and is actually quite fat. I said: I like fat ones, and I like to sleep with my pillow in my arms.

She hit me and I touched her. Her hand fell on my cock erection.

She said I cheated her twice today. I scratched my head, puzzled. I lied to her when I told her I would just hit her head. She said I told her on QQ that I couldn’t get an erection after drinking. I said that's because you are so beautiful.

I pressed her under me and kissed her nipples, which were dark in color. Her breasts are soft and fluffy. I felt like I could be drowned there. I know that's why she breastfed for over a year. Her belly button is round, deep and clean. The abdomen is very tight with light stretch marks. Her baby weighed 7.6 jin when he was born, and she didn't expect him to recover so well. Further down is the black hair, dense and elastic. The scent of Pantene is light.

I like lushness, it makes me feel wild.

Use your tongue to spread the herbs and secure them with saliva. Let the enchanting valley appear. It's a valley, a fertile valley. Who says it’s hard to find pimples on people with fat genitals? Hers are very conspicuous. The stream in the valley gurgles and overflows outside the valley, sticky. Either on the fur or between the buttocks, a crystal clear light shines.

She arched her body and tried hard to reach and stroke it with her hands.

When I looked up, I saw the perfect and seductive curves of her body and the eagerness on her face.

In quickly and out slowly, accompanied by a sigh of ecstasy, shouting out her release and satisfaction. Sprint and help her free herself from the last shackles. The spirit and the flesh merged at that time.

A bit loose.

But listening to the sound of waves hitting the shore and the collision of flesh against flesh carries the most primitive and wild call. The huge sense of conquest brought by watching her biting her lower lip, deliberately suppressing her voice until she was hoarse and talking obscenely was enough to make up for that shortcoming.

The visual impact and spiritual pleasure made my lower body more excited. She felt my heat, twisted her body, and tried to raise her lower body to facilitate my deeper entry.

I leaned over, closed my eyes, and sprinted forward regardless. She hooked me like an octopus.

Soon, I couldn't control myself. Even if they ran out of ammunition and food, they still stood firm. Standing in that warm and fragrant jade.

At that moment, the octopus also showed its great strength, strangling me tightly and letting me vent in the deepest part of her body...

I slid off her and lay on my side beside her. Neither of us cared about the mess on our lower bodies. My hand stroked her erect nipples. He gave her an awkward smile with a hint of apology.

She understood my smile, reached out and grasped my lower body, gently stroked it and said: "This is all mine." Then she put her hand in front of me, opened and closed her fingers, creating shiny and lewd threads.

I smiled and said, "There are some for me, too."

She gave me an affirmative look and put her finger in her mouth. suck.

A force was transmitted to my lower body. I turned over, hugged her and kissed her. Her hand moved with difficulty from my chest to my lower body, stroking it again and again.

I stood up and wanted to get on the horse again, but she stopped me. She had me lie down, straddled me, and leaned over to kiss me. Her fur tickled my lower abdomen, and her tongue was soft.

Her mouth moved down little by little, from my neck to my chest, and then to my nipples. The tongue she stuck out was very sharp, and the touch of it made my heart itch.

I watched her tongue move all the way down to the belly button and then to the penis. She kept sticking out her tongue and touching it. Licking. Looking at her using her tongue to clean the traces left by our recent madness, I signaled her to stop.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of love. Then she buried her head and took the penis into her mouth.

I watched her head moving up and down, felt my lower body being wrapped by her mouth, her tongue constantly circling around my glans, and her hand gently stroking my scrotum. My penis couldn't help but jump and want to explode again. I looked up at the overhead light and recalled the contents of today's agreement.

She smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

I said, "The other mouth hasn't tasted it yet."

She stood up, put her hips on my penis, and sat down little by little. Watching her movements up and down, her breasts bouncing, I reached out and grabbed her breasts. Kneading hard.

She moaned and attached herself to me. I held her lower body and moved it vigorously. She raised her hips to make it easier for me to enter and exit.

This position was really tiring, so I rode on top of her again. She put her legs on my shoulders and pushed hard, her moans accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

I watched her body tense up and she held me tightly with both hands. I listened to her gibberish and moans, and felt the powerful contractions of her vagina. Suddenly I felt a warmth, and a trickle of liquid fell on the glans. Bald monk taking a bath. She leaked. I couldn't hold it back any longer, and it all came out.

She was lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out, as if she had fallen apart. I don’t know how long I did it this time, but I felt weak. Just lay on top of her.

Take a nap. When I woke up, I found myself still lying on her, and she was looking at me tenderly. I magically felt that my lower body was still connected to her.

I was afraid that she was tired and wanted to get up. But she said, "Just leave it inside. I'll feel it." As she spoke, she contracted the opening of her vagina and tightened it.

Because of the clamp just now, I felt my penis slipping out. He quickly poked it in again. She smiled.

I asked her if she was tired? She said she wasn't tired. She loves to feel my cock.

The word "cock two" coming out of her mouth felt particularly lewd. So my limp cock started to get restless in the dark passage.

She said don't move, it's happened twice just now, she won't go back tonight. If I want, you can go crazy with me again tomorrow morning. Of course I'd like her to spend the night with me. But as to whether to wait until tomorrow morning, I have reservations.

So we started chatting again. It turns out that our chats were quite casual. Now that the window paper has been broken, people are saying everything. I told her I liked her oral sex and it was very comfortable. She told me that she learned it in order to keep her husband's heart. She also told me that she wanted to taste my sperm. She asked me if I felt she was loose down there, and I immediately swore that it was not. She smiled and said I lied to her, her husband said she felt much looser after giving birth.

We started chatting about things between husband and wife in a vague way. For example, my penis is bigger or her husband's is bigger. There was a naked woman under him, and he was looking at her beautiful face and chatting about some obscene topics. My penis has been restless for a long time.

I thrust slowly and gently, and she hit me and said, "Why are you being naughty again?"

I pulled out my penis and thrust it all the way in. She let out a soft cry. His eyes began to blur.

I asked her if she had ever had anal sex, and she nodded and said, if you want it, I'll give it to you.

I was excited and started thrusting hard. She kept moaning.

After taking about a hundred breaths, I began to be out of breath. She twisted her body and got away from me. Then she turned over and lay on the bed with her buttocks raised.

The snow-white buttocks are particularly eye-catching under the light. The delicate buttocks were like two pieces of warm jade, with the flesh in the middle closing like a small mouth as the legs were brought together. Only two pieces of pink tender flesh are still thick, sticking out from the slit, looking naughty and sexy. Above are the blooming chrysanthemums. There wasn't a trace of weeds, which formed a sharp contrast with her lush pubic hair. The crystal clear water showed the joy of the intercourse just now.

I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss her butt. His hands kept groping around her hips and waist, feeling the delicate and silky smoothness. She hummed softly. The plump hips swayed slightly.

I thrust my gun forward again. Because her legs were together, she felt very tight down there. It's so difficult to thrust in and out. Grabbing both buttocks with hands. Looking at her anus opening and closing slightly with my thrusting, I pressed my fingers up.

She cried out and looked back at me. I inserted my fingers into her anus and she raised her hips to respond.

I pulled out my gun and started stabbing her. I've never had that before. It took me a long time to finally get in with her help. Tight, but a little hollow inside.

It was just like the first time having sex, the excitement didn’t last long and I ejaculated soon after. She still let me cum inside her. Watching the white liquid flow out from her anus, flowing over her plump mons pubis, and gradually wetting her hair.

I looked at her body, and she looked at me, with her butt sticking out and not moving for me to see.

She is not the most beautiful one I have ever met, not the tightest one I have ever met, not the most coquettish one I have ever met, not the best at playing tricks, no...but she is the most flavorful and feminine one.