Chapter 54

So, after not showing up at the company for several days, I made a point of arriving early today, mainly to see Mrs. Yazawa, whom I’ve been working with. Yazawa Emi was still diligently working at her post; her absence these past few days had relieved her, but also left her with a slight sense of emptiness.

Since I won her over, at first nothing happened. I endured the humiliation for the sake of my family, but later I found myself getting more and more involved. Now that I haven’t seen her for a few days, I feel lonely, not to mention my body. Sigh, how could this happen? Why am I so weak? Just as Yazawa Emi was feeling sorry for herself, I opened the door.

“What’s wrong, my beautiful lady? What are you thinking about? Are you missing me?” Seeing Yazawa Emi suddenly lost in thought, I couldn’t help but tease her as soon as I entered the room. Yazawa Emi was startled by my sudden arrival, and her heart pounded wildly with my appearance. Her body became somewhat excited.

“No, Mr. Jian, please don’t flatter yourself, okay?” Yazawa Emi was already used to my casual approach to work, so she quickly adjusted her mindset. However, some of her physical reactions were beyond her control. Ugh, how could this happen? It’s just because I saw this scoundrel. This body, you better behave yourself!

“Really? But I’ve missed you so much, Mrs. Yazawa.” After saying that, I picked up Mrs. Yazawa in a princess carry and walked towards my office.

“Wait a minute, what are you doing all of a sudden? Put me down.” Yazawa Emi was startled by my sudden action and struggled to get down, but her little bit of strength was no match for me.

“Alright, we haven’t seen each other for a few days, can’t we be affectionate for a bit?” As I spoke, I carried Mrs. Yazawa to the office, then sat down in the chair and placed Mrs. Yazawa on my lap.

“Don’t talk like we’re so close.” Yazawa Emi straightened her clothes, which were a little messy from the struggle, and then rolled her eyes.

I completely ignored Mrs. Yazawa’s eye roll and instead began to admire her beautiful figure. Mrs. Yazawa was wearing milky white pointed high heels, a black knee-length skirt, and flesh-colored stockings on her long, beautiful legs. The light flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to Mrs. Yazawa’s fair skin, making her look exceptionally alluring.

Through the stockings, you can see the tiny veins on Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs, which make you want to reach out and touch them. She is wearing a white silk shirt and a matching black women’s tight-fitting suit. The tight-fitting outfit only accentuates Mrs. Yazawa’s alluring breasts, making her look like a beautiful and charming office lady.

“Xiaomei, that’s not right. Aren’t we close enough as we are?” I gently caressed Mrs. Yazawa’s alluring thighs in stockings, the silky texture of the stockings and the smooth touch of her skin captivating me.

“It’s all because you forced me, Mr. Jian, don’t push your luck.” Despite saying that, Yazawa Emi didn’t resist much, letting me roam over her beautiful legs in stockings. Was it because she knew she couldn’t stop me, or had she already gotten used to it?

“Is that so? That’s a real shame. You know, the first time I saw Mrs. Yazawa, I decided I wanted you. So you can forget about escaping my grasp.”

“I knew you were up to no good back then.” Hearing me say that, Yazawa Emi angrily hit me. She didn’t expect that I would start having designs on her the first time we met. Why didn’t she see my true colors back then? The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Yazawa Emi hit me several more times.

“Of course, how could I not be tempted by a beauty like Mrs. Yazawa? Do you want to know when I first made my move?” I smiled and accepted Mrs. Yazawa’s continuous slaps. For my body, it was like being tickled; I just treated it as flirting.

“Hmm? Wasn’t your first time that one?” In Yazawa Emi’s memory, before she was forced into an ambiguous relationship with me, my behavior was quite normal, except for being a little more concerned. Is there something she doesn’t know?

“That was the official move. Before that, I took advantage of you without your knowledge.”

“What!? You scoundrel, you were up to no good from the very beginning. Tell me, when was it?” Seeing that Mrs. Yazawa was interested in knowing, I naturally told her in detail. Besides, I originally planned to use this as a flirting technique. So I started to tell Mrs. Yazawa about what happened when I first met her.

The first time I learned about Mrs. Yazawa was after I learned about Otonokizaka Academy. I started investigating the information of the members of Muse. At that time, I obtained their relevant information. After learning that Yazawa’s family situation was not good and that Mrs. Yazawa worked overtime every day to help support the family, I thought of poaching Mrs. Yazawa.

At that time, my company was already considered a large enterprise. With my abilities, finding sufficient funding was easy. Then it was just a matter of recruiting talent and developing the company. With enough funding, the company quickly grew. So, poaching Mrs. Yazawa was simple. Before, she had only worked for a small company, and it was hard for her to refuse a offer from a large company. After all, the benefits at a large company were much better. For the sake of her daughters, the choice was obvious. In addition, it was a very formal process, with company employees being sent to poach her. If she had poached her herself, it would have seemed too fake. Moreover, the corresponding contract was prepared.

All of this reassured Mrs. Yazawa considerably. Besides, she felt she had nothing to be fooled; why would such a large company deceive a nobody like her? If I were to answer Mrs. Yazawa, “Yes, we’d do it! You’re right.” Furthermore, Mrs. Yazawa had heard that the company was predominantly female, which also reassured her. So, soon after, Mrs. Yazawa was headhunted and joined my company.

On Yazawa Emi’s first day at the company, I specially held a welcome party for her after get off work. It was my first formal meeting with Mrs. Yazawa. At the time, Yazawa Emi was surprised that I, the company’s boss, would hold such a welcome party, but she didn’t think much of it. Little did she know that all the girls in the company were mine.

So, with the girls in the group getting her drunk, Yazawa Emi was easily tricked by the girls’ intentions. After the meeting, the group leader, who wasn’t drunk, offered to take Yazawa Emi home. At first, Yazawa Emi refused, saying she could just take a taxi, but the group leader persuaded her by arguing that it wasn’t safe for her to be drunk and by using a firm attitude.

“General Manager Jian, Mrs. Yazawa is already in the car.” After getting Yazawa Emi into the car, the drunken Yazawa Emi fell asleep in the car, and the team leader took the opportunity to come over and report to me.

“You did a great job. I’ll reward you properly later.” I kissed the team leader on the cheek, and under her blushing, expectant gaze, I left the room and quickly walked to where Mrs. Yazawa’s car was.

Arriving at the car, I took out the car keys the team leader had given me and opened the door. The motion sensor light slowly turned on, revealing a well-proportioned beauty reclining between the driver’s and passenger seats. Her bangs were slightly disheveled, and her jet-black hair was tied up in a traditional Chinese hairpin. Her beige blazer was slightly open, and her white shirt tightly hugged her full, rounded breasts.

Looking down, Mrs. Yazawa’s matching beige pleated skirt was askew, covering her long, slender legs in stockings. Because of her side-lying position, a large section of her plump thighs was exposed, completely visible to me. The sight made my mouth dry and my penis quickly became erect.

“Mrs. Yazawa? Mrs. Yazawa?” I patted Mrs. Yazawa’s shoulder and asked tentatively. Seeing that Mrs. Yazawa did not react, I felt relieved and proceeded. Of course, I didn’t just take Mrs. Yazawa like that, but seeing Mrs. Yazawa in person and her beautiful legs in stockings this morning aroused my desire, so I came up with this plan to take advantage of her.

I gently straightened Mrs. Yazawa, then sat in the driver’s seat, closed the car door, and casually set up a protective barrier. I didn’t want anyone to disturb me while I was enjoying my beautiful wife. Gazing at Mrs. Yazawa’s delicate face, I slowly slipped my hands inside her pleated skirt, caressing her incredibly alluring legs clad in stockings.

The moment my hand touched Mrs. Yazawa’s thigh in the stockings, the smooth texture of the stockings came through my hand. After touching it for a while, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With my slightly rapid breathing, I squatted down and gently picked up one of Mrs. Yazawa’s high heels. The off-white pointed high heels, combined with the ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings and her slender and long legs, created a strong visual impact that was impossible to resist.

I grabbed Mrs. Yazawa’s ankle with my left hand and gently slipped off one of her high heels with my right. Then I took a deep breath into the heel. The fragrance of Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful feet in stockings, the smell of leather, and the slight scent of sweat aroused me even more. With a “thud,” the high heel hit the ground.

A delicate little foot in stockings was freed from the constraints of high heels and unfolded, revealing five exquisite toes that were crystal clear and full. Through the thin flesh-colored stockings, the white and tender soles of the feet shimmered slightly under the soft light, and the insteps of the stockings were even more white with a hint of pink, looking delicate and alluring.

Having feasted my eyes to my heart’s content, I couldn’t help but let my left hand fingers slide back and forth on Mrs. Yazawa’s warm and smooth soles. I gently stroked Mrs. Yazawa’s toes under her stockings a couple of times, feeling the smooth and tender touch of her beautiful toes in the stockings. I half-squatted down and brought my big mouth over as well, holding her feet in my hands and taking Mrs. Yazawa’s stocking toes into my mouth.

I kept changing the shape of my mouth as I savored each of Mrs. Yazawa’s toes, and the car was filled with the sound of smacking my lips. Before long, the flesh-colored stockings on Mrs. Yazawa’s small feet turned from light to dark, and were instantly covered with my saliva. My large hands were not idle either, slowly moving up Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs in their skin-colored stockings.

Mrs. Yazawa’s firm, silk-stockinged calves were incredibly smooth, causing my penis to swell even more. I kept stroking her silk-stockinged legs with both hands, from her soles to her knees, from her knees to her ankles, and then to the soles of her feet. The firm texture, the glossy sheen, and the smooth touch gave me the ultimate pleasure.

“Hmm…” Yazawa Emi suddenly let out a groan, which startled me. Luckily, she didn’t wake up. I looked up at her shirt, which was rising and falling slowly with her breathing. Unable to bear the swelling of my penis, I decided to let Yazawa Emi help me relieve myself, otherwise I would suffocate.

“Mrs. Yazawa, I’m coming.” Of course, I didn’t mean to take Mrs. Yazawa’s virginity directly, but just to satisfy my ignited desire so I could enjoy it better later. Since that was the case, I had no choice but to settle for second best. I took off my pants and pounced on Mrs. Yazawa, her beautiful legs in stockings tightly locked by my single leg.

Then I lifted Mrs. Yazawa’s pleated skirt, revealing her lower body covered by stockings. The friction between her thighs and the exquisite feel of the stockings were all incredibly enjoyable for me. At that moment, my penis was pressed against Mrs. Yazawa’s private parts through the stockings.

As I lay on top of Mrs. Yazawa, I took a deep breath of her delicate neck. Her intoxicating fragrance acted like a catalyst, clearing every pore of my body. I glanced up at Mrs. Yazawa, whose eyes were still tightly closed. Thinking of how she had been a capable and strong, beautiful wife not long ago, and now she was pinned beneath me, at my mercy, a wave of satisfaction washed over me.

My hands traced Mrs. Yazawa’s shoulders, my lower body tightly gripping her alluring, silk-stockinged legs, and I began to rhythmically move back and forth. My hard penis, through the stockings, pressed against Mrs. Yazawa’s vulva, rubbing against her. A blush crept onto Mrs. Yazawa’s cheeks, and her bright red lips parted slightly, making one irresistibly want to enter and explore.

Not satisfied with the status quo, I took Mrs. Yazawa’s delicate hand and placed it on my penis. The cool little hand gave me a feeling of comfort. Then I guided Mrs. Yazawa’s slender hand to wrap around my penis, which was swollen to its limit and with bulging veins. I held Mrs. Yazawa’s snow-white and tender little hand in my hand and began to stroke it.

Without her arms to support her balance, Mrs. Yazawa turned her head to one side, exposing her fair and slender neck completely to my view. I immediately pressed down and began to lick her neck vigorously, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top repeatedly. “Mmm,” Mrs. Yazawa, who was unconscious, subconsciously let out a soft moan as she was licked, her neck tilting back slightly and her breathing becoming a little more rapid.

Watching Mrs. Yazawa’s heaving breasts, I slowly moved my hands down and unbuttoned her shirt. As the shirt opened, a large expanse of snow-white skin was revealed, and my lower body continued to exert force, rubbing Mrs. Yazawa’s vulva through her stockings.

I held Mrs. Yazawa tightly, my nimble tongue exploring her neck, her snow-white skin and delicate collarbone all covered in my saliva. After a passionate kiss, I lifted Mrs. Yazawa’s long, slender legs, her thighs, without a trace of excess fat, stretching upwards to form a 120-degree angle at the base, and gently rested them on my shoulders.

Sheer flesh-colored stockings encased a pair of stunningly beautiful legs, the subtle allure adding to their already long and slender appearance. I adjusted my position, sliding my hands down to gently circle Mrs. Yazawa’s buttocks, supporting them with my hands, my penis thrusting in and out between her full, stockinged thighs.

My hands caressed Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs in stockings. Looking at her stockings so close to my eyes, I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue and lick her wonderful stockings-clad calves with abandon. The originally light flesh-colored stockings gradually darkened, and Mrs. Yazawa’s delicate little feet, encased in stockings, swayed slightly with my thrusts.

My hands moved up along Mrs. Yazawa’s silk-stockinged legs, and one large hand quietly climbed up to Mrs. Yazawa’s chest, pinching her firm breasts through her bra, and then slowly kneading them, sometimes kneading, sometimes gently stroking her firm breasts.

At this moment, I temporarily put down Mrs. Yazawa’s silk-stockinged legs, bent down, and stuck out my tongue to lick up and down her pink neck, then opened my mouth and took her soft earlobe into my mouth. My tongue completely enveloped her small earlobe, licking the sensitive spots on it.

At this moment, I touched Mrs. Yazawa’s lower abdomen with one hand, and slipped my hand inside the unbuttoned seam of her shirt. My hand folded her smooth skin and slowly moved upward until it reached her firm breasts. I kneaded them through her bra. Each time my large hand brushed against her exposed breasts, Mrs. Yazawa’s delicate body trembled. It seems that even in her sleep, her body still reacted very well.

I controlled my large hand, groping until I found the edge of the bra. This was it! Having found my target, my hand went straight inside Mrs. Yazawa’s bra, directly enveloping her soft, yielding breasts. The exquisite touch of her breasts ignited my desire, and I ripped open her already half-open white shirt. Her snow-white skin immediately came into view; a pair of full, firm breasts, encased in a white lace bra, undulated like beautiful mountains, revealing a large expanse of fair, tender skin.

While admiring Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful scenery, my hands weren’t idle either; I started unhooking her lace bra. With a strong tug, the thin lace bra drew a graceful curve in the air before falling onto the car seat. Mrs. Yazawa’s full, firm breasts were freed from the bra’s constraints and were released in full glory.

The tiny nipples at the top of her breasts resembled two vibrant strawberries, so luscious and tempting that one couldn’t resist sucking them. Without a second thought, I took one of the nipples into my mouth, while my large hands kneaded and rubbed the other breast, or I used my fingers to rub the pink nipple.

As I enjoyed Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs, the feel of her stockings was truly pleasurable, I skillfully pinched and bit her nipples with my hands and mouth, sometimes forcefully, sometimes gently, rhythmically kneading them. Even though Mrs. Yazawa was asleep, I wanted to bring pleasure to her body.

I skillfully and expertly played with Mrs. Yazawa’s sensitive areas, my nimble tongue sweeping over them again and again. Under my continued caresses, Mrs. Yazawa’s nipples gradually hardened. Mrs. Yazawa’s brow furrowed slightly, her delicate lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily, her already flushed face, tinged with alcohol, becoming even more alluring.

Gradually, beads of sweat, the size of soybeans, appeared on Mrs. Yazawa’s rounded breasts, making her bare upper body appear even more glossy and lustrous. At this moment, one of my hands reached down to Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs in stockings beneath her pleated skirt, stroking her thighs back and forth in flesh-colored stockings, feeling the wonderful texture of her legs with my palm, the back of my hand, and my fingertips.

My penis continued to thrust between Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina and abdomen. Even through the stockings, I could feel a slight dampness. It seemed that Mrs. Yazawa had also released a lot of vaginal fluid. Noticing this, I unconsciously looked down and saw a pair of stunningly beautiful legs extending from the pleated skirt. I spread her legs apart, and the ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings were without a single wrinkle, like another layer of skin protecting her beautiful legs.

Gazing at those alluring, silk-stockinged legs, I reluctantly released Mrs. Yazawa’s breasts and instead began to caress her silk-stockinged feet. I gently grasped one of Mrs. Yazawa’s calves, examining her silk-stockinged feet as if admiring a rare treasure. Through the thin stockings, I could still see the fair and rosy skin of her feet, her toes round and full. My fingertips gently caressed her warm soles, the smooth texture suggesting that the owner of those silk-stockinged feet was a well-maintained and very conservative housewife.

At that moment, I was lifting Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful, stockinged leg, and looking up along that long, shapely leg, I could see white lace panties peeking out from the shadows beneath her pleated skirt. I couldn’t help but sniff Mrs. Yazawa’s delicate, silky feet. Her subtle fragrance, mixed with a faint scent of sweat, suggested she must be quite tired after wearing high heels all day. Let me give you a good massage.

I opened my mouth wide and took all five of Mrs. Yazawa’s stockinged toes into my mouth at once—little finger, ring finger, big toe—each toe encased in stockings was carefully cared for. The car was filled with the smacking sounds of me licking her beautiful feet. I moved up Mrs. Yazawa’s stockinged feet and began to passionately kiss her stockinged calves.

My hands began to roam freely, from the soles of her stockings to the insteps and calves, feeling the soft, white skin beneath the stockings. My nimble tongue continued to lick upwards, past her knees, and began to kiss her alluring stockinged thighs, leaving a dark stain of saliva on Mrs. Yazawa’s stockings.

Seeing Mrs. Yazawa still experiencing pleasure in her sleep, I couldn’t help but increase the pressure of my hands, stroking her beautiful, silk-stockinged legs without an ounce of excess fat, while my mouth kissed her firm thighs with abandon. I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked the inside of Mrs. Yazawa’s silk-stockinged thighs from bottom to top again and again.

My hand slid down her inner thigh and reached for Mrs. Yazawa’s vulva. I touched it, pressing my fingers tightly against the crotch of her stockings and panties, and began to rub it up and down. After a long time of playing with it, Mrs. Yazawa’s vulva was extremely wet, and a dark stain was left on her small panties and the crotch of her stockings.

Seeing Mrs. Yazawa so aroused, I almost reached for my gun, but I thought it would be better to take her virginity while I was sober, so I held back. I picked up Mrs. Yazawa’s right leg, put it on my shoulder, and kissed and touched that beautiful leg in stockings, enjoying the wonderful touch of her shapely legs wrapped in stockings.

My lower body began to move again, rubbing my penis against Mrs. Yazawa’s private parts. I lifted one of Mrs. Yazawa’s thighs high, her small, white feet encased in stockings with their toes curled up, dangling limply behind me, while I caressed her long legs back and forth.

The pleasure kept accumulating in Mrs. Yazawa’s body. Even in her drowsy state, her vagina still secreted a lot of love juice. I could feel Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina opening and closing slightly, and a lot of lustful fluid was being secreted. I knew that Mrs. Yazawa was about to climax, so I stopped moving, lowered my head, tore open the crotch of Mrs. Yazawa’s stockings, pulled open her lace panties, opened my mouth, and sucked on Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina.

Although I wouldn’t actually have sex with Mrs. Yazawa this time, I could still enjoy her pussy. So I excitedly sucked on Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful pussy, and rubbed her clitoris with one hand. I lifted Mrs. Yazawa’s legs into an M shape, and put my hands inside her short skirt, covering her buttocks directly.

Mrs. Yazawa’s firm, pert buttocks, encased in stockings, were kneaded and shaped by me into various forms. The soft touch made me work even harder. My nimble tongue probed into Mrs. Yazawa’s honey pot, twisting and turning, constantly rolling and stirring. Under such stimulation, Mrs. Yazawa’s vaginal fluids flowed more and more, all of which I sucked into my mouth as if savoring a delicacy.

“Mmm…mmm…uh…” The intense pleasure in her body made Mrs. Yazawa, who was fast asleep, let out a soft moan. At this moment, Mrs. Yazawa was lying on her back in the car seat, her rosy face was so charming and cute, and her pink lips were breathing softly. Anyone who didn’t know her would think that Mrs. Yazawa was just comfortably squinting her eyes.

Her white shirt was pulled to the sides, and her snow-white breasts rose and fell with Mrs. Yazawa’s breath, beads of fragrant sweat seeping from her full and firm breasts. I lifted Mrs. Yazawa’s pleated skirt to her waist, revealing a pair of shapely and slender legs. Her legs, encased in stockings, were bent at the knees and slightly parted in an M-shape.

Right between those beautiful legs, my head kept bobbing back and forth, accompanied by sucking sounds. Waves of intense pleasure surged through Mrs. Yazawa. I could feel a smooth sensation coming from both sides. Then my head was gently clamped, but not too tightly. It seemed to be a bodily instinct. I held Mrs. Yazawa’s thighs, which were covered by stockings, with both hands and licked her honey hole even more vigorously.

“Mmm…” With a long moan from Mrs. Yazawa, her vagina contracted, tightly enveloping my tongue, and gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out. She reached orgasm in her drowsy state, and I swallowed the streams of vaginal fluid, savoring the delicious nectar.

After so long, I felt like my penis was about to explode, so I stood up. Mrs. Yazawa’s eyes were closed, and her shapely, flesh-colored legs, without an ounce of fat, were twisted together and swaying from side to side. I held my thick, long penis and gently rubbed it against Mrs. Yazawa’s silk-stockinged feet.

“Oh, so smooth!” My hard penis rubbed back and forth on Mrs. Yazawa’s smooth, delicate instep, leaving trails of pre-ejaculate. Then I picked up Mrs. Yazawa’s pair of silk-stockinged feet, squeezed them together to hold my penis, and began to thrust. The delicate lines of her soles rubbed against the shaft of my penis through the stockings, sending waves of pleasure stronger than the last.

I slowly moved my hand down one of Mrs. Yazawa’s stockinged feet, letting her beautiful, fleshy foot gently caress my testicles. The smooth stockings brushed against my wrinkled testicles, making me gasp with pleasure. I continued to rub my dark penis back and forth with Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful foot, the warm touch of her white, stockinged soles constantly stimulating my dark penis.

Gazing at Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful and alluring body, coupled with the intense foot fetish pleasure brought by her silk-stockinged feet, I could no longer hold back. My body trembled, my penis throbbed, and my glans immediately shot a stream of white semen onto Mrs. Yazawa’s silk-stockinged feet. The thick semen slowly flowed down her feet to her calves, leaving streaks of white.

After ejaculating, I picked up the two beige high heels that had fallen on the car, pinched Mrs. Yazawa’s small, fleshy feet, and put the high heels back on her feet. The beige high heels paired with Mrs. Yazawa’s long, straight, fleshy legs were so sexy and alluring.

Then I pulled Mrs. Yazawa’s two beautiful legs in stockings into my arms, raising her stockinged and high-heeled feet high. I inserted my penis between Mrs. Yazawa’s two shapely and slender legs in stockings and used her stockinged legs for leg sex.

At this moment, I was holding Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs in my arms, licking and touching them. Her beige high heels were swaying rhythmically in front of me, and the friction of her stockings against my penis was giving me waves of pleasure. I thrust my hips rapidly and pinched Mrs. Yazawa’s shapely buttocks.

I held Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful, fleshy legs straight in my arms, sometimes gently kissing them with my lips, sometimes sticking out my tongue to lick upwards along the alluring curves of her legs, starting from the back of her thighs. The flesh-colored, ultra-thin stockings were covered with my saliva, making them look extremely erotic.

Afterwards, I ejaculated several times on Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs before stopping. Then, I used a technique to repair the dirt and tears on Mrs. Yazawa’s body before driving her home. After arriving at Mrs. Yazawa’s house, I helped her out of the car, rang the doorbell, and then heard the hurried sound of footsteps.

“Hello, I’m taking Mrs. Yazawa home. She got drunk at the welcome party today.” Upon hearing my words, the person behind the door opened it, revealing a beautiful young woman who looked remarkably like Mrs. Yazawa. Her beautiful black hair was tied in pigtails, and she was wearing casual clothes. With her pretty face and petite figure, she appeared to be Mrs. Yazawa’s eldest daughter, Nico Yazawa.

“Ah, thank you. My mom is so careless. Honestly, she’s such a grown woman and she can’t even take care of herself. I’m so sorry to have troubled you.” The twin-tailed beauty, Yazawa Nico, bowed gratefully to me and then took the drunken Mrs. Yazawa from my arms. Because Mrs. Yazawa had already passed out, the girl was struggling to support her.

“Do you need my help?” After that, I downplayed my presence. After all, it was really inappropriate for a man like me to take a drunk female colleague home. So, to avoid trouble, I took precautions first. Otherwise, Nico Yazawa wouldn’t be so calm now.

“Ah, no need, thank you, I can manage on my own.” Hearing my words, Yazawa Nico hesitated for a moment, but still declined my suggestion. I didn’t insist, nodded in acknowledgment, waved my hand, and turned to leave the Yazawa family home. This was my first close encounter with Mrs. Yazawa.

“You really are a big bad guy, a big pervert.” After hearing what I said about Yazawa Emi, she angrily smacked me a few times. I didn’t expect to be taken advantage of by this guy so early, and he did so much. Why didn’t he go all the way? He clearly just wanted to humiliate me better later. And it turned out that was the case. After all, it’s never as good to sleep with a beauty as when she’s awake.

“It’s all because Mrs. Yazawa is too tempting. I can’t control myself when I see you.”

“You’re the one who’s lecherous, and you’re blaming me!”

“I am indeed very horny, but Mrs. Yazawa, you also…” Before I could finish speaking, Mrs. Yazawa covered my mouth with her delicate little hand. It turned out that Mrs. Yazawa, who had been listening to my story, was already flushed and panting. After all, with such an exciting story, plus my hands touching her all over, it would be hard for Mrs. Yazawa not to feel anything.

Seeing that I didn’t insist on continuing, Yazawa Emi breathed a sigh of relief. She was so pathetic. But being played like that and having to describe those lewd things in such detail, any normal person would feel something, right? In the end, it was still this guy’s fault. Thinking of this, Yazawa Emi glared at me with her seductive eyes.

“Ah, wait a minute.” It’s okay if you don’t let me speak. I’ve been talking for so long and playing with Mrs. Yazawa for so long, I can’t hold back anymore. Without saying a word, I pushed Mrs. Yazawa down onto the desk. Yazawa Emi was so surprised when I pushed her down like that that she couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

“I can’t wait any longer, I feel like I’m going to explode, Mrs. Yazawa, you want it too, don’t you?” At this moment, Mrs. Yazawa was lying on my desk in a starfish shape, her slender waist exuding the unique sexiness and charm of a mature woman. Her already tight black suit skirt was pushed up on the desk by me, and with Mrs. Yazawa’s slight twisting, the skirt hem rode up a bit more, revealing a large section of her fleshy, beautiful legs.

Her plump, fleshy legs shimmered under the fluorescent lights. Her alluring calves were bent at the knees, hanging limply in the air along the edge of the table. One of her high heels had fallen off due to the movement, exposing her beautiful feet to the air. The white soles of her feet were faintly visible beneath the flesh-colored stockings. Her other calf swayed slightly as she wore a black high heel.

“Nonsense… No way… Hmm…” Although Yazawa Emi denied it outright, her slight panting betrayed her. Feeling her tingling little feet being held in my palms, my warm hands stroking her insteps and soles again and again, the heat spreading from her toes to her whole body made Mrs. Yazawa let out a groan.

“No… Jianzong… um… itchy…” Immediately afterwards, Yazawa Emi felt a ticklish sensation coming from the soles of her feet. It turned out that my nimble tongue was constantly changing shapes, sweeping back and forth across Mrs. Yazawa’s stockinged soles and insteps, and the thin flesh-colored stockings were covered with glistening liquid.

“Mmm…no…there…uh…” Under my guidance, Mrs. Yazawa’s already sensitive feet became even more sensitive. I was now squatting on the ground, my tongue constantly licking Mrs. Yazawa’s stockinged feet. Feeling Mrs. Yazawa’s slightly rapid breathing, I quickly took off her other high heel, grabbed her stockinged legs with both hands, and kissed them twice.

My gaze traveled upwards along her long, shapely legs, from her straight, slender calves to her full, alluring thighs clad in stockings. The slightly disheveled black skirt just covered her crotch, completely exposing her thighs. Even the thicker part of her pantyhose waistband was clearly visible. I had a full view of her beautiful legs in stockings.

“Mmm…it’s so itchy…no…don’t fill it in…I feel so uncomfortable…” The stunningly beautiful married woman was muttering to herself right in front of me. I kept squatting, grabbed one of Mrs. Yazawa’s calves, hoisted it onto my shoulder, and began to lick her lithe tongue from the sole of her stockinged foot, past her ankle, along her calf, down the inside of her knee, and all the way up.

“Ugh… there… really… no…” Mrs. Yazawa kept twisting her silk-stockinged legs, the friction on her thighs and my licking making her body extremely sensitive. Suddenly, Yazawa Emi felt my head burrow into her skirt, causing her to gasp in surprise. She instinctively tried to push me away, but all her strength seemed to be absorbed by the warm lips on her inner thighs. My skillful tongue caressed her thighs, and her lower body began to secrete love juices uncontrollably.

“Is it comfortable… Mrs. Yazawa…” Under the licking, Mrs. Yazawa’s silk-stockinged legs, which had been tightly clamping my head, gradually relaxed. Seeing that Mrs. Yazawa was only moaning softly and did not want to answer my question, I mischievously bit Mrs. Yazawa’s labia a few times through her stockings and panties.

“Ah…no…don’t bite…I said okay…it feels so good…so good…” Unable to withstand such intense stimulation, Yazawa Emi had no choice but to beg for mercy. Satisfied, I licked her again. Soon, Yazawa Emi felt waves of heat coming from her genitals, followed by a pair of hot lips touching her moist lower body. It turned out that I had used my teeth to tear open Mrs. Yazawa’s crotch and then used my teeth to pull open Mrs. Yazawa’s black lace panties.

“Ah…” Yazawa Emi couldn’t help but let out a soft cry. My warm mouth was like a suction cup, firmly sucking on her vulva. My nimble tongue licked back and forth on her exposed vulva. Every time my tongue swept over her sensitive clitoris, it made Yazawa Emi tremble all over. Her beautiful legs involuntarily climbed onto my body and kept coming together, tightly clamping my head again.

“Mmm…ah…mmm…okay…gently…mmm…” I took Mrs. Yazawa’s clitoris into my mouth, kneaded her stockinged buttocks with one hand, and extended two fingers with the other, aiming at Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina, and thrust forward, “sizzle~” With the help of her wet vagina, I successfully entered Mrs. Yazawa’s secret garden.

“Ah…no…ah…” Loud moans echoed throughout my office. The tongue frantically licking her clitoris was driving Yazawa Emi almost crazy. Waves of pleasure kept coming from her vagina, and the fingers that were sometimes digging and sometimes moving back and forth in her vagina were making Yazawa Emi almost faint from pleasure.

“Mmm…mmm…ah…okay…gentle…oh oh…” Feeling the stockinged thighs clamping tightly on both sides, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw Mrs. Yazawa’s arms outstretched, her fists clenched, and her breasts heaving wildly. I increased the pressure, and my fingers flew in and out of Mrs. Yazawa’s vulva, bringing out a trace of lustful fluid.

“No…stop…I…can’t take it anymore…oh…um…uh…um…” Mrs. Yazawa’s sensitive body finally couldn’t withstand the intense stimulation. Her vagina twitched, and thick fluid poured out, all of which was swallowed by me. Her pair of long, slender legs in black stockings were stretched straight, and then hung limply on my shoulders like a kite with a broken string.

“Mrs. Yazawa, you are really amazing.” After the climax, Mrs. Yazawa turned her head to one side, panting heavily. I fondled the beautiful mature woman’s legs in stockings, teasing her relentlessly. Her only response was a faint moan.

“Hmm~” In her dazed state, Yazawa Emi felt a pair of hands reach around her waist, and then she was flipped 180 degrees without any pause. The large hands on her waist pushed backward, and the solid touch of the floor came from her toes. Yazawa Emi’s upper body was now lying on the podium, her burning cheeks pressed directly against the cool tabletop.

Looking at Mrs. Yazawa’s stockinged feet propped up on the floor, her beautiful legs appeared even more upright, and her round, stockinged buttocks were raised high. At this moment, I had already taken off my pants, and my thick, long penis was erect in a terrifying arc, slowly approaching the dazed and infatuated Mrs. Yazawa in front of me.

“Mmm…” In this luxurious office, the only sound in the air was our heavy breathing. Yazawa Emi’s stockinged feet were on the floor, maintaining her balance. She slumped limply on the desk, as if only by touching the cool surface could she avoid feeling so hot.

By this time, I was already taking off Mrs. Yazawa’s suit. The black suit slid down her stockinged legs and onto the floor. I picked up the suit and inhaled Mrs. Yazawa’s fragrance. Then, with my left hand, I kneaded Mrs. Yazawa’s firm buttocks covered by stockings, while my right hand guided my penis, aiming at that coveted honeyed spot. Through the tear in the pantyhose, I thrust my hips forward.

“Mrs. Yazawa, I’ve arrived.”

Pfft…

“Mmm…” The beauty beneath me let out a muffled groan, but my penis was only halfway in. It was so tight… I mustered all my strength and thrust my lower body forward. The copious amount of vaginal fluid inside acted as a lubricant, enveloping my hot penis. With a “whoosh,” I plunged it all the way in, my penis, which had been adjusted to perfectly fit Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina, was completely inside.

“Ah…” At this moment, we both let out a satisfied groan. I quickly pulled out my penis, controlled the angle, and pushed it back into the vagina.

“Ah…good…mmm…so good…” Accompanied by the slight trembling of her delicate body, Mrs. Yazawa beneath me let out another intoxicating moan. With the continuous thrusting of the penis, her tight little hole tightly enveloped the hot penis and slowly undulated. Despite the lubrication of love juice, the overly narrow vagina rubbed back and forth against the thick, long penis, and the intense friction made me feel incredibly comfortable.

“No matter how many times I penetrate you, your pussy is still so tight and feels so good.”

“Ah…it’s too big…” Watching the capable office lady beneath him moan as he fucked her, a sense of accomplishment welled up inside him, and his lower body couldn’t help but work even harder. The thick, long penis pushed open Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina again and again, and the already unbearably empty vaginal walls were pushed into wrinkles, and love juice poured out like a flood, wetting the entire vagina, and the pleasure of friction constantly impacted Mrs. Yazawa.

“Mmm… Gently… Ah… Slower… It’s too stimulating…” My hips pounded against Mrs. Yazawa’s stocking-clad buttocks like a pile driver, creating waves of alluring flesh. My large hands also climbed up Mrs. Yazawa’s stocking-clad buttocks, pinching her full and charming cheeks into various irregular shapes, causing Mrs. Yazawa to pant softly.

“Mmm…” After one thrust, I forcefully pushed deep into Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina, my body naturally collapsing onto her back. My hot penis pressed directly against her clitoris, the intense pleasure causing Mrs. Yazawa’s eyes to roll back. I reached down to Mrs. Yazawa’s lower body and quickly unbuttoned her outfit.

With a “rip,” the white, tight-fitting shirt was torn open and grabbed by me, tossed aside, revealing a large expanse of smooth, fair back, dazzling under the light. Yazawa Emi felt waves of hot breath from behind her, accompanied by rapid breathing, as one hand gripped the strap of her bra.

With a “thud,” the bra finally fell to the ground, and her full, round breasts, no longer comfortable, stretched out freely. Just as Yazawa Emi felt a chill on her chest, a hot, large hand from behind perfectly squeezed her two snow-white breasts.

“Mmm…” My strong hands took care of every inch of her beautiful breasts without bias. Her round and firm breasts took on various shapes under my kneading. A familiar tingling sensation spread from her nipples. This was a strong feeling that I always gave her when I played with her, and it always made Yazawa Emi’s lower body secrete a lot of love fluid.

“Mmm…so good…so good…my pussy…my breasts…it all feels so good…” Yazawa Emi enjoyed being held in my arms. A nimble tongue wandered all over her snow-white back, leaving glistening marks on her flawless skin. The constant, deadly pleasure on her nipples and back made Yazawa Emi sink deeper and deeper into depravity.

“Ah…mmm…mmm…so amazing…Ken-sou’s…penis…is going to ruin my…pussy…” Her soft vagina seemed to adapt to the size of the penis, and with the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, the erect penis began to roam freely within Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina. Yazawa Emi’s mind went blank; a strong sense of satisfaction filled the emptiness in her body, and her full, pert buttocks began to sway in rhythm with my thrusts.

Noticing Mrs. Yazawa’s uneasy writhing in her stockings, I was aroused. I withdrew my penis and turned her over again. Excitedly, I picked up her crooked high heels from the floor and put them back on her. Lying on her back, Mrs. Yazawa felt a ray of light shine into her eyelids. Then, her lower body tightened, and a feeling of fullness spread through her once more.

I lifted Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs and placed them on my shoulders, my burning penis once again entering her honeyed depths. At this moment, the capable and beautiful office lady, wearing flesh-colored stockings and black high heels, was being fiercely fucked by me, her pretty face flushed, her small mouth constantly emitting moans, appearing incredibly lewd.

“Slap… slap… slap…” Thinking of Mrs. Yazawa, this beautiful wife, being brutally fucked beneath me, I unleashed another torrent of thrusts into her cunt. Through her flesh-colored pantyhose, I repeatedly caressed Mrs. Yazawa’s long, slender legs in stockings, the long legs encased in flesh-colored stockings and the alluring black high heels rising and falling with my thrusts.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…” Yazawa Sami’s small mouth was slightly open as she moaned softly. My body leaned forward, and Mrs. Yazawa’s beautiful legs in stockings fell limply to both sides. My hands climbed up to Mrs. Yazawa’s breasts and rubbed them back and forth with great pleasure. Even though her daughter was so big, her breasts were still so perky. Her figure and skin were so well-maintained.

“Mmm…” Yazawa’s soft, seductive moans ignited my lust. My hands caressed her breasts, my eyes fixed on her beautiful face. I thrust my hips forward, causing her to open her mouth wide. I seized the opportunity and kissed her. Our lips met, my tongue deftly parting her teeth and exploring her mouth.

“Mmm…uh…tsk…woo…uh…” Overcome with desire, Yazawa Emi responded passionately to my kisses, her soft tongue tightly gripped by mine, intertwining and becoming one. The entire office was filled with Mrs. Yazawa’s moans and the sounds of my sucking.

I continued to manipulate Mrs. Yazawa’s lower body, my hands kneading and caressing her full, perky breasts, while my mouth greedily sucked the saliva from her mouth. Suddenly, I felt the touch of stockings against my waist. It turned out that Mrs. Yazawa’s long, slender legs in stockings were wrapped around my waist, her two straight legs crossed behind my back, tightly wrapped around my waist.

Feeling Mrs. Yazawa’s cooperation, I became even more excited. I picked her up with both hands and lifted her up completely. “Mmm…” Mrs. Yazawa, feeling a tingling sensation all over her body, slumped against me, her head hanging limply on my shoulder.

At this moment, I placed my hands on Mrs. Yazawa’s fleshy thighs and lifted her up completely. All of Mrs. Yazawa’s weight was now on my body. My erect penis was aimed at Mrs. Yazawa’s round and firm buttocks in stockings. I found the right spot and with a “whoosh,” it went in all the way.

“Ah…” The weight of my body combined with the length of my penis brutally thrust into Mrs. Yazawa’s clitoris. The intense stimulation of her vagina caused Mrs. Yazawa to let out a soft moan, her delicate hands unconsciously wrapping around my neck. Seeing Mrs. Yazawa’s cooperation, I also lifted her long legs and began to thrust forcefully.

“So amazing… the penis is inside my pussy… the deepest part… my flower is going to be ruined… mmm… so good… it’s going to break…” Yazawa smiled, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her bangs, already soaked with sweat, swaying with her movements, her two round and firm breasts bouncing up and down with elasticity, her black high heels rising and falling with my penis, her slender, fleshy legs spread apart, a thick penis going in and out between them, the rhythmic “slap slap slap” sound of slapping against Mrs. Yazawa’s body was enough to make anyone blush.

“Ah…so deep…oh oh…too thick…so comfortable…mmm…” The intense intercourse brought Mrs. Yazawa’s body to its limit. In the office, a capable and beautiful wife, wearing only flesh-colored stockings and high heels, was lifted up by me and fucked to the point of ecstasy.

“Mmm… Mr. Ken… slower… ah… too deep…” I maintained the thrusting position while slowly walking to the side with Mrs. Yazawa in my arms. This train bento position, with its swaying thrusts, gave Mrs. Yazawa immense pleasure. When we reached the wall, I pressed Mrs. Yazawa tightly against it.

Yazawa Emi’s fair back was pressed tightly against the wall. I stuck out my tongue and plunged it into Mrs. Yazawa’s warm, moist mouth. My penis locked tightly around Mrs. Yazawa’s buttocks, embracing her beautiful legs in stockings, and began to thrust rapidly. Mrs. Yazawa’s slender, fleshy legs in stockings were bent almost 180 degrees, hanging directly on my shoulders, her black high heels bobbing wildly with her movements.

Yazawa Emi’s eyes were glazed over from being fucked, her arms wrapped around my neck, twisting her body to meet my thrusts. I watched with excitement as the capable and beautiful married office lady was drenched in sweat and moaning as I fucked her. I leaned down and pressed my lips against Mrs. Yazawa’s, my hands frantically caressing her straight, slender legs in stockings.

“I’m about to cum… I’ll cum for you first, my wife.” I felt the accumulated pleasure was about to reach its limit, so I hugged Mrs. Yazawa’s stockinged buttocks tightly and started thrusting wildly. Then, my glans pressed hard against the core of Mrs. Yazawa’s vagina and shot hot semen into her in streams.

“Ah… I’m coming too… My pussy is about to climax… Hot semen… Shoot it all in…” Yazawa Emi, whose body had already reached its limit, felt the throbbing penis inside her and shuddered. A gush of vaginal fluid gushed out and sprayed onto my penis.

I held Mrs. Yazawa, who had already climaxed, still feeling unsatisfied. I could clearly feel thick fluid slowly flowing out of her warm vagina along my penis. The scene was extremely erotic, which aroused my lust and made me want to have sex again immediately. However, seeing that Mrs. Yazawa had not yet recovered, I decided to wait a bit.