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The music for the last news wrap-up played, and the studio finally breathed a sigh of relief as I turned Camera 1 off, and the director in the secondary control room upstairs yelled that he was going to treat everyone to a nightcap.
“Zong Yi, do you want to come along?”
The guide asked through the microphone, and Zong Yi, who was still sitting on the anchor desk and still organizing the press releases in her hands, looked up at the vice-control room and waved her hand to indicate that she wasn’t going to go, while the others packed their bags in twos and threes in preparation for their departure.
Zongyi is substituting for Jingyu’s shift today, that’s why it’s broadcasting so late, and I just happen to be on duty, so I have to clean up the equipment in the shed, so it looks like I have to leave a little later.
I squatted and looked down to tidy up the lamps, and in a flash, all my colleagues had actually left, leaving Zong Yi sitting in the anchor’s seat. Usually, I often look at Zong Yi through my lens, capturing her most beautiful angles and expressions, and occasionally chatting with her before the start of the whole news, or helping Zong Yi with her makeup when she’s busy, pouring her a cup of tea, and she always says thank you to me with a smile on her face.
I never deny that I have a trace of reverie for this popular beautiful young anchorwoman, but it is only to go home and lie on the bed, the object of the clouds and rain tumbling in my mind, it is a man will have this normal sexual fantasy, imagining that Zongyi is his own bride, and that Zongyi will go red under his own sprints in the first time of the line, and every time I restrain myself from thinking about these things in the workplace, lest I disclose my own secret.
Zong Yi is wearing a peach colored suit today, her make-up is lighter than usual, but her eyes are still vivid enough to speak, her short hair with hairspray on it is still pretty and stylish, as she stands up, her pair of long and slender legs can’t be hidden by the stockings, not to mention her rounded buttocks which are tightened by the mini narrow skirt. I quickly averted my gaze away, because Zong Yi was walking towards me.
“Brother Yang,” Zong Yi always called me that, so I had to look up at her.
Her watery eyes were red and I knew she was crying.
“What’s wrong, Zongyi?”
A burst of heartache in my chest, Zong Yi shook his head, suddenly began to hug me sobbing, I was at a loss for words let her sudden action to be stunned, even the hand did not know where to swing, and in the end can only gently hold her waist, let her first cry a good time.
Zong Yi had already cried into tears, muttering as she cried, “Why doesn’t he want me? Why?”
Zong Yi, who was bright and confident on the anchor desk ten minutes ago, seemed to be a different person as if she was tearing up and repeating the same question.
I told Zong Yi to sit down first and dry her tears, her blue eyeshadow had blurred, I took out a handkerchief and wiped it off for her, and just like usual, waited for her to unfold her story. I didn’t expect Zong Yi to tell me everything without reservation, like an old friend who had trusted me for years.
It turns out that Zong Yi from the university era has a good boyfriend, last year went abroad to study, occasionally summer and winter vacations back to China, Zong Yi has just sat on the anchor desk, work is very busy, the two get together too little time, in the hotel together also just about a sex and only. After Zong Yi became a public figure, there are too many suitors around, a few days ago the other side of a phone call to Zong Yi, said that they do not want to wait any longer, the day after tomorrow will have to go back to the U.S., and hope that the Zong Yi well cherish.
Zong Yi has calmed down a lot by this point, and her breasts don’t rise and fall as violently as they did just now due to her excitement, so it turns out that Zong Yi herself is not a virgin, which makes me have a little disappointment, but I still comforted her, “Zong Yi, you’re so popular right now, do well on the anchor desk, I’ll help you to adjust the best lens and lighting, you’ll be the best!”
Zong Yi nodded and wiped the remaining tear tracks dry, finally unfolding a hint of joy.
Looking at the clock on the wall that was usually used for live countdowns, Zong Yi suddenly got excited, “Brother Yang, do you have any wine, let’s drown our sorrows.”
Zongyi seemed to have thought about it quite a bit, and I remembered that there was still half a bottle of rosé left in the refrigerator in the lounge next door, so I ran to get it, and on the way, I found two small wine glasses, and the two of them used the anchor desk as a table, taking their time and enjoying the liberation that came with their sorrows.
Zongyi drank the first two cups in one go. Drinking in a hurry makes you drunk, and Zongyi’s cheeks flushed red. I dimmed the lights, and Zongyi looked even more charming in the darkness, and this was exactly the girl of my dreams! My heart was at war, if I could ever have a chance to get Zongyi in my life, I was afraid this would be the only moment, but I told myself I couldn’t, how could I take advantage of Zongyi’s danger?
Zongyi drank the fourth cup, a catchy moment, Zongyi dumped in my arms, from the angle above into Zongyi’s neckline just visible, flawless cleavage like a mountain stream in a steep valley, goose-yellow strapless bra wrapped around the graceful young girl’s peaks, a fragrance came out, making me linger, I instantly hardened up. But I still tried to wake her up, “Zong Yi, wake up, can’t sleep here.”
Zong Yi suddenly hugged me tightly, I could smell her tantalizing hair scent, “Brother Yang, you like me, don’t you?”
I didn’t know how to respond as if I had been seen through. Zong Yi’s slightly drunken face looked like a rainbow, “There were two times when I was changing my pantyhose, I saw you looking at me through the doorway, and.”
She looked me in the eye, “You only keep pictures of me in your wallet, I know, you treat me the best.”
I slowly also hugged Zongyi, thought this little girl how to know what I wallet put? Zong Yi bent down to take off the white high heels, put them under the anchor desk, and then came over to pull my hand, tender red lips softly asked me: “Do you want to …… on me?”
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, Zong Yi and I were silent, in this huge studio, the anchor desk seems to be the stage where passion is triggered, and the anchor is the right choice for the female lead, half-awake, half-drunk, I took down Zong Yi’s diamond earrings, and pressed her down on the anchor desk, reached out to Zong Yi’s gelatinous thighs, and removed her stockings along her calves, and then entered the narrow skirt, ready to explore the cave in her high-grade lace panties, and I was so embarrassed to pull my hand away, and pulled out a small piece of sanitary pad. Zong Yi pulled back my disobedient hand in embarrassment, and reached inside her pants and pulled out a small sanitary pad.
“MC is coming soon, so it’s a safe day, don’t worry.”
Zong Yi’s confession made me even more aroused, I took off my own clothes, and then helped Zong Yi to take off the neat suit one by one, leaving the goose-colored bra and silk panties, my cock was already furious and straight, bobbing underneath.
I only saw Zong Yi lift up and sit up again, and said to me, “May I?” and went to hold my weapon, bent down, and gently took it in both of her vermilion lips, and began to suck on it.
I held Zongyi’s head and pumped in her small mouth in a countercurrent, “Mmm, Zongyi, I can’t believe you would ….”
The beautiful young anchorwoman of my dreams was actually slurping up my prick with her fragrant lips for me, licking the most sensitive bruise below my glans, and only after a long time did Zong Yi stop, “I only do this to people who are genuinely nice to me. This is the first time.”
I couldn’t hold back my thoughts of Zongyi any longer, and this time I sat her down on the edge of the anchor desk and unhooked her strapless bra, her small but full breasts bouncing out in a slight curve.
“Ah! Your breasts are so delicate!”
Zong Yi’s blushing face allowed me to gently bite her bean-sized bright red nipple, take it in and lightly stir her light red areola with my tongue.
“AH! YES” Zong Yi whimpered at the delicate caress, while I slowly peeled off her panties and spread her knees, the thick inverted triangle of pubic hair densely covering that tiny square inch of wet pussy hole.
I stood up straight and held my erect columnar genitals, rubbing Zong Yi’s clitoris with the glans that already had secretions, Zong Yi’s left hand propped up her upper body to keep her balance, and her right hand came to guide my penis into her torso.
“Brother Yang, I like you.”
“Zongyi, MY LOVE.”
I held onto Zong Yi’s thin waist, pushed open Zong Yi’s two pussy lips, and with a fierce sump, my entire penis instantly disappeared into the beautiful anchorwoman’s vagina.
Zongyi grunted and pushed up her puckered privates to meet my thrusts with sufficient lubrication, I moved up to her lips and kissed her passionately, pumping harder and harder one at a time, Zongyi’s legs clenched together and lifted slightly upwards, what a pair of perfect jade legs! Is this the girl I see in my mind’s eye every night, waiting for me to reach orgasm? Is this the capable, smart and beautiful Zong Yi sitting on the anchor desk?
I finally nailed Zongyi, and right there on the anchor desk, with CAMERA off, no one knew that Zongyi, who was on camera just moments before, was in the same spot half an hour later, undressing and copulating with me.
I kissed Zonyi’s forehead, her small, cute nose, her individual ears, messed up her short hair, and then nipped and kissed her pretty, powdery neck that smelled of poison perfume, “Oh ……Deeper,”
Zong Yi couldn’t stand my violent thrusts and finally flattened out on the anchor desk, I rode up smoothly and changed my standing position to a man-on-top-woman-bottom position, my head lowered down and buried into the deep cleavage, savoring her milky scent between the rising and falling of her breasts.
Zong Yi may not be able to stand this stimulation, eyes closed tightly, began to murmur: “Good hard, you top to the end, top to the end …. It’s coming …. Coming, uh…Don’t stop!”
I pushed up hard and long while cupping her plump ass, “Who nailed you better, me or that old boyfriend of yours?”
Zong Yi let out an “ah”, “Of course …. Of course you…”
Pretending I didn’t hear her clearly, I purposely slowed down my pistoning motion and asked again from her side, “Louder, one word at a time.”
Zong Yi wrapped his arms around my shoulders and said in a barely audible voice, “I . Like . Joy. You. This. Like this. Fuck. Me, you. Do it. I’ll do it. Do it. Yes. Than. He. Good.”
I knew Zong Yi wasn’t just letting me have a chance to fuck her on a whim, it was just that the passion that erupted from not talking to each other was instead more violent, I told Zong Yi I wanted to switch from the back position and she sat up, letting me slide out of my warm wet pussy, the body fluids from each other’s sexes tugging at the threads and then truncating them as we switched positions.
Zongyi and I both climbed up to the anchor table naked, she was kneeling with her back to me, her tight firm ass cheeks slightly bucked back, the dripping light red opening of her female genitals exposed to me, I couldn’t wait to spread Zongyi’s labia with my hand and nabbed it once more along the walls of her vagina.
Zong Yi cried out, “I contracted …. Ah! I can’t… Cum, cum out.”
My whole body pounced on Zong Yi, grasping her short, disheveled hair, holding my breath one by one and solidly topping hundreds of times to the birthplace of life, the whole lower half of my body seemed to be hooped by Zong Yi’s tight and elastic vagina, the pleasure generated by the mucous membranes rubbing against each other was actually so stimulating that I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
“Zongyi, you are the best!”
I slammed it, and then I slammed it again.
“Ah ……”
Feeling a stream of warm liquid from my lower abdomen injected into Zong Yi’s torso, I pulled my twitching penis out again before it weakened, and shot the remaining white semen onto Zong Yi’s palm-sized face, hair, pink neck, and lovely breasts, a thick white slipped into Zong Yi’s cleavage, and as the two of us embraced each other tightly, Zong Yi shed another tear, but this time it was one of fulfillment.
It was late at night, I helped Zongyi get dressed, together we turned off the last light in the shed, and drove Zongyi home. She held on to my hand, and I took advantage of the traffic light to kiss her gently, and she smiled, and smiled so brightly, like the stars in the night sky of Taipei twinkling, so cute and adorable.
No matter what the future holds, no matter if it will ever work out for us, I know that I was once the happiest man alive.
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