IPZZ-389 A business trip night in a torrential downpour, my virgin subordinate fell for me.

The torrential rain, breaking records, trapped us in a remote business hotel. Mingli, the virgin subordinate who always wore conservative shirts, stood before me, soaked to the bone. Her thin white shirt clung to her skin, the outline of her pale pink bra faintly visible. There was only one bed left in the room. She blushed and said she'd sleep on the floor, but I forcefully pushed her down onto the mattress. She trembled and said no, but as I tore open her shirt and kneaded her breasts, which had never been touched before, her body arched in response. I licked her nipples, my fingers probing her wet, forbidden territory. She bit her lip, letting out suppressed moans. When my penis broke through that hymen, she screamed and scratched my back. The scent of virgin blood mingled with the rain. I thrust wildly, watching her go from resistance to surrender, finally writhing and begging me to go harder. At the moment of ejaculation, she collapsed into my arms, her eyes glazed, completely conquered.