Beautiful female anchor——Zong Yi's Tears (Alternative Other Adult Novels)

The music for the last news segment sounded, and everyone in the studio finally breathed a sigh of relief. I turned off Camera 1, and the director in the sub-control room upstairs shouted that he would treat everyone to a midnight snack. "Zong Yi, do you want to go with us?" the director asked through the microphone.

Zong Yi, who was still sitting at the anchor desk, was still sorting out the press releases in her hands. She turned her head to look at the auxiliary control room and waved her hand to indicate that she would not go. Others packed their bags in twos and threes and prepared to leave.

Zong Yi took over Jing Yu's shift today, so the show started so late. I also happened to be on duty and had to clean up all the equipment in the studio, so it looked like I would have to leave a little later.

I squatted down and lowered my head to adjust the lighting. In a blink of an eye, all my colleagues had left, leaving only Zong Yi still sitting in the anchor seat. Normally, I would watch Zong Yi through my camera window, capturing her most beautiful angles and expressions. Occasionally, I would chat with her before the hourly news, or help her put on makeup when the makeup artist was busy. I would pour her a cup of tea and she would always say thank you with a smile on her face.

I never denied that I had some fantasies about this popular beautiful young anchor, but I just went home and lay in bed. It is a normal sexual fantasy for men to have Zong Yi as my bride and to have her bleeding under my thrusts during their first intercourse. Every time I restrain myself from thinking about these things at work, so as not to reveal my secrets.

Zong Yi wore a pink suit today and her makeup was lighter than usual, but her eyes were still lively and expressive, and her short hair with hairspray was still pretty and stylish. She stood up, and her pair of long legs could not be hidden by the stockings, not to mention her round buttocks were tightened by the mini skirt. I quickly looked away because Zong Yi was walking towards me.

"Brother Yang." Zong Yi always called me like this, so I had no choice but to raise my head and look at her.

Her watery eyes were red, and I knew she was crying.

"What's wrong, Zong Yi?" A wave of heartache passed through my chest. Zong Yi shook her head and suddenly began to sob while hugging me. I was at a loss and frightened by her sudden action. I didn't even know where to put my hands. In the end, I could only gently support her waist and let her cry first.

Zong Yi was crying like a tearful baby, and she kept muttering to herself, "Why doesn't he want me? Why?" Zong Yi, who was bright and confident on the anchor desk just a dozen minutes ago, seemed like a completely different person, shedding tears and repeating the same questions.

I asked Zong Yi to sit down first and wipe her tears. The blue eyeshadow had become blurred. I took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, just like usual, and waited for her to tell her story. Unexpectedly, Zong Yi told me everything without reservation, as if we were old friends whom I had trusted for many years.

It turns out that Zong Yi has had a very good boyfriend since college. He went abroad to study last year and occasionally came back during the winter and summer vacations. Zong Yi had just taken the anchor desk and was very busy at work. The two had very little time to spend together, and they only made appointments to have sex in a hotel when they were together. After Zong Yi became a public figure, she had too many suitors around her. A few days ago, one of the suitors called Zong Yi and said that he didn't want to wait any longer and had to return to the United States the day after tomorrow. He hoped that Zong Yi would take good care of herself.

Zong Yi had calmed down a lot by this point, and his chest wasn't heaving as violently as before due to excitement.

It turned out that Zong Yi was no longer a virgin, which made me a little disappointed, but I still comforted her: "Zong Yi, you are so popular now, perform well on the anchor desk, I will help you adjust the best lens and lighting, you will be the best!"

Zong Yi nodded, wiped away the remaining tears, and finally smiled.

Looking at the clock on the wall that usually counts down, Zong Yi suddenly became interested: "Brother Yang, do you have any wine? Let's go and cheer up."

Zong Yi seemed to have become more open-minded. I remembered there was half a bottle of rosé left in the refrigerator in the lounge next door, so I ran to get it and found two small wine glasses. The two of us used the anchor desk as a table and slowly enjoyed the liberation after our sorrow.

Zong Yi drank the first two cups in one gulp. He got drunk quickly and his cheeks turned red instantly. I dimmed the lights and Zong Yi looked even more charming in the dim light. This is exactly my dream lover! There was a conflict in my heart. If I had a chance to get Zong Yi in this lifetime, it would probably only be this moment. But I told myself: I can't. How could I take advantage of Zong Yi's misfortune?

Zong Yi drank the fourth cup, and after a glass of Langqi, Zong Yi fell into my arms. From the angle above, Jin Zongyi's neckline was clearly visible. The flawless cleavage was like a mountain stream in a steep valley. The goose yellow shoulderless bra wrapped around the graceful girl's peaks. A faint fragrance emanated from it, which made me linger and I got hard immediately. But I still tried to wake her up: "Zong Yi, wake up, you can't sleep here."

Zong Yi suddenly hugged me tightly, and I could smell the alluring fragrance of her hair. "Brother Yang, you like me, right?" I felt like I was seen through and didn't know how to respond. Zong Yi's slightly tipsy face was like a rainbow: "There were two times when I was changing my pantyhose and I saw you looking at me through the crack of the door, and also..." She looked into my eyes: "You only keep my photos in your wallet. I know you treat me the best."

I slowly hugged Zong Yi and thought: How does this little girl know what's in my wallet?

Zong Yi bent down to take off her white high heels and put them under the anchor desk. Then she came over and took my hand. Her tender red lips asked me softly, "Do you want to... have sex with me?"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, Zong Yi and I were silent. In this huge studio, the anchor desk seemed to be the stage where passion exploded, and the anchor was the only choice for the heroine. Half awake and half drunk, I took off Zong Yi's diamond earrings, pushed her down on the anchor desk, reached out from Zong Yi's creamy thighs, removed her stockings along her calves, then reached into her tight skirt, ready to explore the hole in her high-end lace panties.

Zong Yi embarrassedly held my disobedient hand, reached into his pants, and took out a small sanitary pad: "MC is coming soon, so today is the safe period, don't worry."

Zong Yi's confession made me even more excited. I took off my clothes and then helped Zong Yi take off her neat suit piece by piece, leaving only the goose yellow bra and silk panties. My penis had already been erect and dangling underneath.

I saw Zong Yi stand up again, sit up, say to me, "May I?" Then she grabbed my weapon, bent down, gently held it with her two red lips, and began to suck.

I held Zong Yi's head and thrust in and out of her little mouth repeatedly, "Well, Zong Yi, I didn't expect you to..." The beautiful girl anchor I had dreamed of was actually sucking my penis with her lips and licking the most sensitive veins under my glans.

After a while, Zong Yi stopped and said, "I only do this to people who are truly kind to me. This is the first time."

I couldn't hold back my longing for Zong Yi any longer, so I let her sit on the edge of the anchor desk this time and unhooked her strapless bra. Her small but full breasts bounced out slightly, "Ah! Your breasts are so delicate!" Zong Yi blushed as she let me gently bite her big, bright red nipples, hold them in my mouth and gently stir her pale pink areola with my tongue.

"Ah! Yes..." Zong Yi exclaimed softly at this careful caress, and I slowly stripped off her panties, spread her knees, and saw thick inverted triangle pubic hair covering that small area, and her wet vagina was open. I stood up straight, supported my erect columnar reproductive organ, and rubbed Zong Yi's clitoris with the glans which already had secretions. Zong Yi supported her upper body with her left hand to maintain balance, and used her right hand to guide my penis into her body.

"Brother Yang, I like you."

"Zong Yi, my love." I held Zong Yi's slender waist, pushed the glans of my penis apart, and suddenly lowered my waist. The entire penis was immediately immersed in the vagina of the beautiful anchor.

Zong Yi hummed, and thrust out her swollen private parts to welcome my insertion with sufficient lubrication. I leaned over her lips and kissed her passionately, thrusting harder and harder each time.

Zong Yi squeezed her legs together and slightly raised them up, what a pair of perfect legs! Is this the girl in my mind who serves me to orgasm every night? Is this the capable, smart and beautiful Zong Yi sitting at the anchor desk? I finally fucked Zong Yi, right on the anchor desk. The camera was turned off, and no one would know that Zong Yi, who had just been broadcast on camera, undressed and had sex with me at the same place half an hour later.

I kissed Zong Yi's forehead, her small and cute nose, her unique ears, ruffled her short hair, and then bit and kissed her beautiful neck that smelled of Poison perfume, "Oh... Deeper..." Zong Yi couldn't stand my fierce thrust and finally collapsed on the anchor desk. I took advantage of the situation and rode on her, changing the position to man on top and woman on bottom. I lowered my head and buried it in the deep cleavage, savoring the fragrance of her breasts as her breasts rose and fell.

Zong Yi may not be able to bear this kind of stimulation, her eyes are tightly closed, and she starts to mutter: "It's so hard, you push it all the way, push it all the way... it's coming... it's coming, um... Don't stop!" I thrust my waist hard and drove straight into her, while holding her plump buttocks: "Compared with your previous boyfriend, who fucked you better, me or you?"

Zong Yi said "Ah": "Of course... of course it's you..."

I pretended not to hear clearly, deliberately slowed down the piston movement, and asked again beside her: "Speak louder, word by word clearly."

Zong Yi put his arms around my shoulders and said in an almost inaudible voice: "I. Like. You. Fuck. Me. This. You. Fuck. Me. Better. Than. Him."

I knew that Zong Yi didn't give me the chance to have sex with her on a whim, but we didn't say anything to each other, and the passion that erupted between us became even more intense. I told Zong Yi that we wanted to change to the back position. She sat up and let me slide out of her warm and wet vagina. The body fluids from each other's genitals were connected and then cut off as we changed positions.

Zong Yi and I climbed onto the anchor table naked. She knelt with her back to me, her tight and firm buttocks slightly tilted back, and the dripping light pink female genital opening was exposed in front of me. I couldn't wait to open Zong Yi's labia with my hands and fucked her again along the vaginal wall. Zong Yi cried out, "I'm contracting...ah! I can't take it anymore...I'm cumming...I'm cumming..."

I threw my whole body on Zong Yi, grabbed her messy short hair, held my breath and thrust hard into the source of life hundreds of times. My entire lower body seemed to be clamped by Zong Yi's tight and elastic vagina. The pleasure produced by the friction between the mucous membranes was so stimulating.

I couldn't bear it any longer, "Zong Yi, You are the best!" I thrust hard, and again, "Ah..." I felt a stream of warm liquid from my lower abdomen injected into Zong Yi's body. I pulled out my twitching penis while the momentum was still strong, and shot the remaining white semen on Zong Yi's palm-sized face, hair, pink neck and lovely breasts. A thick white liquid slid into Zong Yi's cleavage.

We hugged each other tightly, and Zong Yi shed tears again, but this time they were tears of satisfaction.

It was late at night, I helped Zong Yi put on his clothes, turned off the last light in the studio, and drove Zong Yi home. She held my hand tightly, and I kissed her gently when the traffic light turned red. She smiled, and her smile was so bright, shining like the stars in the night sky of Taipei. She was so cute.