After Zhao Yang was fucked by the two of the company that day, he was also dodging them these days, fearing that he would take the initiative to take off his pants and let them fuck him well.
Colleagues in the office were discussing evening dinner activities, and other departments of the company would also participate, with about 30 people, and female colleagues were just the number of people in their department.
When Zhao Yang thought of Xiao Zhang and Kang Hui going, he refused to say that he had something to do tonight or something. He wanted to go, but he was afraid that he would be slutty regardless of the occasion.
There is a message on the phone to remind me that I saw a white body when I opened it. This photo can be clearly seen. The person lying on the bed touched his big breasts with his hands. The mottled red and purple marks spread all over his body. There were circles of black lines tied to the penis. The pussy was wide open and the mouth was opened. A line of black characters read: At 6:30 in the evening, go to the third partition of the company's bathroom.
Zhao Yang looked at the photos taken at some point and felt that he was divided into two people, one full of panic and fear. When the other saw the photos, his vagina began to reflect consciously. Juice had already flowed out of the vagina, wetting the underwear around the pussy. Thinking of what he would face, the excitement and excitement dissipated into his whole body, and his body began to shake uncontrollably.
Zhao Yang's underwear was wet all afternoon, and his pussy was squirming even more happily under the stimulation of the cold, causing him not to get up all afternoon. He suspected that his buttocks were also infected by the juice.
It was almost seven o'clock, and colleagues in the office went to the meal ordering place, leaving Zhao Yang alone. In this empty space, even the sound of the clock tick became particularly harsh. Zhao Yang crawled on the table with a red face. He was a little confused and delayed the time, hoping that the person who was waiting for him had left without patience, but he also hoped that the person could wait for more time and have sex in an empty company. Just thinking about it, he was very energetic, his pussy began to flood the spring tide, and his thighs felt the sliding of honey liquid, not to mention the pussy that had been empty for a long time and was treated indifferently, loneliness seemed to consciously surge out of his psychology. When he thought of the beautiful orgasm, he became more emotional and his body felt weak.
Zhao Yang was finally tempted by his desire. He came from the office to the bathroom. He did not meet anyone on the way. Looking at the quiet bathroom, Zhao Yang was a little disappointed, and blamed himself for being slow, making him miss this opportunity. He came to the compartment with a hint of luck. After pushing the door and entering, he saw a box on the toilet. He opened the lid and a piece of A4 paper appeared in front of him: Slut, put on the clothes inside the box, put on makeup and then the dinner place was not missing, otherwise he would be responsible for the consequences.
A pair of thin underwear fell to the ground. He hooked the underwear with his fingers, but the style of the underwear made him blush. The red thong in the middle was strung with more than a dozen uneven beads. The beads were the size of small grapes, and each small thorn was concave. One was lying next to the other on the line, looking a little scared, but his pussy was expecting to spit out a stream of vaginal fluid, obviously being stimulated by these beads.
Zhao Yang picked up the clothes in the box again, a short black shirt with a hip-covered skirt underneath. At the lowest of the box, Zhao Yang put a few unbearable photos on the wig. He knew that this was a warning to him. If he did not wear this dress, those photos would not appear in this form.
Zhao Yang put on his top with some effort. His breasts were tightly tied by his blouse. If you look carefully, you will see the nipples being concave. The nipples rubbed by the wool itched in his heart. He tried several times before putting on his thong, tied the straps to both sides of his waist. As long as he pulled it gently, it would fall from the middle. His cock could only be held crookedly. The rope was tied to the roots. The clitoris hidden inside also exposed his head under friction. The bead was stuck in his labia. Even the anus behind him was not let go. The slight movements could give him a feeling.
It's hard to take a taxi on weekdays. Today, since it's so easy, the driver kept sweeping the coquettish woman. Her breasts that were bigger than hers were the first to attract his eyes. As his master said, he was trembling, and obviously wanted to seduce people to rub it. The big white legs crossed together, and the skirt was shrinking. If you spread your legs, you might be able to see the pussy. But the driver had a tiny heart but no courage. Just use his eyes to enjoy it. Don't put yourself in the tick at that time. Thinking of this, he took his eyes away.
Zhao Yang, who was sitting behind, was also tortured, so he did not see the explicit look. Due to the influence of sitting down, the beads that were originally stuck in the labia were forced to come out of the gap, but another bead was drilled into the anus, which was neither deep nor shallow, and the rope that was originally loose tightly tied the lower body. A larger bead just stopped on the clitoris, and the pointed protrusions were pierced to the clitoris like a needle. All Zhao Yang's feelings were concentrated on that point. The contraction of the pussy drove his whole body. The beads were wrapped by the two labia minora inside and treated the same as the clitoris. A constant sense of itching came from the vagina, prompting him to tightly stack the base of his thighs together, but it still couldn't solve any problem, allowing him to constantly shrink his vagina to relieve the waves of emptiness.
The driver touched Zhao Yang's hand while looking for change, and imagined how comfortable it would be if these smooth little hands were to rub their cock. But thinking about it this way, he felt that his cock began to react. All the heat was concentrated on the cock when he saw the following scene.
Zhao Yang, who was not satisfied with his desire along the way, got out of the car unsteadily while stepping on the high heels. His soles slipped and made him kneel on the ground. The driver who opened the car window just saw it. The white buttocks without any concealment, a thin red line hidden from the cracks in his hips. There was a series of white round beads in the asshole. Through the perineum, he went to the vagina. Two large labia sucked the round beads deep into the depths, allowing the driver to better see Zhao Yang's black pussy. Under the light, he was a little wet. Even the beads made people feel like they were in and out. In the beautiful scenery, Zhao Yang hurriedly got up to sort out his clothes and walked towards the hotel in front.
The driver who left his eyes staring at him, his awe-inspiring cock was restricted by his pants, his urethra opening was already slippery, and the prostate fluid flowed out independently without any stimulation, so his underwear was wet. The driver was a little annoyed. This slut... dared to come out without wearing anything... If you know... you must pull him somewhere... Let yourself enjoy yourself first... taste the taste of that slut... it must be more slutty than yours.
Colleagues in the office were discussing evening dinner activities, and other departments of the company would also participate, with about 30 people, and female colleagues were just the number of people in their department.
When Zhao Yang thought of Xiao Zhang and Kang Hui going, he refused to say that he had something to do tonight or something. He wanted to go, but he was afraid that he would be slutty regardless of the occasion.
There is a message on the phone to remind me that I saw a white body when I opened it. This photo can be clearly seen. The person lying on the bed touched his big breasts with his hands. The mottled red and purple marks spread all over his body. There were circles of black lines tied to the penis. The pussy was wide open and the mouth was opened. A line of black characters read: At 6:30 in the evening, go to the third partition of the company's bathroom.
Zhao Yang looked at the photos taken at some point and felt that he was divided into two people, one full of panic and fear. When the other saw the photos, his vagina began to reflect consciously. Juice had already flowed out of the vagina, wetting the underwear around the pussy. Thinking of what he would face, the excitement and excitement dissipated into his whole body, and his body began to shake uncontrollably.
Zhao Yang's underwear was wet all afternoon, and his pussy was squirming even more happily under the stimulation of the cold, causing him not to get up all afternoon. He suspected that his buttocks were also infected by the juice.
It was almost seven o'clock, and colleagues in the office went to the meal ordering place, leaving Zhao Yang alone. In this empty space, even the sound of the clock tick became particularly harsh. Zhao Yang crawled on the table with a red face. He was a little confused and delayed the time, hoping that the person who was waiting for him had left without patience, but he also hoped that the person could wait for more time and have sex in an empty company. Just thinking about it, he was very energetic, his pussy began to flood the spring tide, and his thighs felt the sliding of honey liquid, not to mention the pussy that had been empty for a long time and was treated indifferently, loneliness seemed to consciously surge out of his psychology. When he thought of the beautiful orgasm, he became more emotional and his body felt weak.
Zhao Yang was finally tempted by his desire. He came from the office to the bathroom. He did not meet anyone on the way. Looking at the quiet bathroom, Zhao Yang was a little disappointed, and blamed himself for being slow, making him miss this opportunity. He came to the compartment with a hint of luck. After pushing the door and entering, he saw a box on the toilet. He opened the lid and a piece of A4 paper appeared in front of him: Slut, put on the clothes inside the box, put on makeup and then the dinner place was not missing, otherwise he would be responsible for the consequences.
A pair of thin underwear fell to the ground. He hooked the underwear with his fingers, but the style of the underwear made him blush. The red thong in the middle was strung with more than a dozen uneven beads. The beads were the size of small grapes, and each small thorn was concave. One was lying next to the other on the line, looking a little scared, but his pussy was expecting to spit out a stream of vaginal fluid, obviously being stimulated by these beads.
Zhao Yang picked up the clothes in the box again, a short black shirt with a hip-covered skirt underneath. At the lowest of the box, Zhao Yang put a few unbearable photos on the wig. He knew that this was a warning to him. If he did not wear this dress, those photos would not appear in this form.
Zhao Yang put on his top with some effort. His breasts were tightly tied by his blouse. If you look carefully, you will see the nipples being concave. The nipples rubbed by the wool itched in his heart. He tried several times before putting on his thong, tied the straps to both sides of his waist. As long as he pulled it gently, it would fall from the middle. His cock could only be held crookedly. The rope was tied to the roots. The clitoris hidden inside also exposed his head under friction. The bead was stuck in his labia. Even the anus behind him was not let go. The slight movements could give him a feeling.
It's hard to take a taxi on weekdays. Today, since it's so easy, the driver kept sweeping the coquettish woman. Her breasts that were bigger than hers were the first to attract his eyes. As his master said, he was trembling, and obviously wanted to seduce people to rub it. The big white legs crossed together, and the skirt was shrinking. If you spread your legs, you might be able to see the pussy. But the driver had a tiny heart but no courage. Just use his eyes to enjoy it. Don't put yourself in the tick at that time. Thinking of this, he took his eyes away.
Zhao Yang, who was sitting behind, was also tortured, so he did not see the explicit look. Due to the influence of sitting down, the beads that were originally stuck in the labia were forced to come out of the gap, but another bead was drilled into the anus, which was neither deep nor shallow, and the rope that was originally loose tightly tied the lower body. A larger bead just stopped on the clitoris, and the pointed protrusions were pierced to the clitoris like a needle. All Zhao Yang's feelings were concentrated on that point. The contraction of the pussy drove his whole body. The beads were wrapped by the two labia minora inside and treated the same as the clitoris. A constant sense of itching came from the vagina, prompting him to tightly stack the base of his thighs together, but it still couldn't solve any problem, allowing him to constantly shrink his vagina to relieve the waves of emptiness.
The driver touched Zhao Yang's hand while looking for change, and imagined how comfortable it would be if these smooth little hands were to rub their cock. But thinking about it this way, he felt that his cock began to react. All the heat was concentrated on the cock when he saw the following scene.
Zhao Yang, who was not satisfied with his desire along the way, got out of the car unsteadily while stepping on the high heels. His soles slipped and made him kneel on the ground. The driver who opened the car window just saw it. The white buttocks without any concealment, a thin red line hidden from the cracks in his hips. There was a series of white round beads in the asshole. Through the perineum, he went to the vagina. Two large labia sucked the round beads deep into the depths, allowing the driver to better see Zhao Yang's black pussy. Under the light, he was a little wet. Even the beads made people feel like they were in and out. In the beautiful scenery, Zhao Yang hurriedly got up to sort out his clothes and walked towards the hotel in front.
The driver who left his eyes staring at him, his awe-inspiring cock was restricted by his pants, his urethra opening was already slippery, and the prostate fluid flowed out independently without any stimulation, so his underwear was wet. The driver was a little annoyed. This slut... dared to come out without wearing anything... If you know... you must pull him somewhere... Let yourself enjoy yourself first... taste the taste of that slut... it must be more slutty than yours.