C1 Big-breasted Beauty

A few years ago, under my uncle's arrangements, I went to work in the personnel department of my uncle's publishing house.

What I didn't expect was that I lost my virginity the first time I was in charge of an interview.

That day, my partner, Little Ming, left early because I had something to attend to, so I didn't have the mood to interview the others. I didn't want to meet the last person, but I was kind enough to let the last person in.

The last person to come in was a girl. I flipped through her resume. Her name was Ma Lan, 25, and she had graduated for more than a year. On her résumé, her one-inch picture was a flat pair of bangs and heavy glasses. She looked average, but her pair of large breasts were very conspicuous.

Everyone knew that the photo could only reach up to the chest, and this Miss Malan could show a pair of large breasts. What surprised me even more was that she wrote in the specialty section of her resume: My breasts are super big.

To be honest, I didn't study a lot about girls' breasts. I didn't know how big they were, so I got curious.

Malan came in, and I looked reflexively at her breasts. She was wearing only a vest. My eyes widened as I saw her two round breasts bulging like balloons, almost bursting the waistcoat. I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when two large grapes could be clearly seen where my back was propped up.

Malan took the initiative to close the door of the interview room as soon as he came in. Then, he walked over step by step. Her breasts bounced up and down on her chest like waves.

"Is there a monitor in this room?" she asked timidly as she walked over.

"Nope." "No," I replied.

"Do you have time next?" That was her second sentence.

"Yes!"

She stopped talking and threw herself at me.

I've never been in a situation like this before. It wasn't until my pants were undone and the gun was in Malan's mouth that I realized what had happened.

But by this time it was all irrevocable, and Malan was really good at it, and I was caught up in it.

Marlan came in as though he had planned it, and he drew my desire out. When she took my hand and placed it on her oversized breasts, I could no longer control myself, or my desire.

I put her on the interview table, wrapped my arms around her long legs, and lunged in from the front.

"Ying!"

Malan let out a strange cry that carried the smell of shyness.

I was so excited that I buried my head in Malan's boobs and bit into two of Malan's grapes with my teeth.

At the same time, I wrapped my arms around Malan's legs and pushed hard.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't hold it in any longer and shot it out.

It's not a shameful thing. I've had a girlfriend, but I haven't been to bed yet, and I'm still a conservative person, so I feel like I'm responsible for that person after I've gone to bed.

So after the first rush, I suddenly had an idea. I stroked Malan, who was lying on the table, and asked gently, "Can you be my girlfriend?"

Malan suddenly laughed, and she laughed with her hand over her mouth. I don't understand why.

Then she sat up, and as she squeezed, the fishy mucus I had just injected flowed out of her.

"A few minutes? You want to be my boyfriend in such a short period of time? Do you have to be sure you're a man? "