Official Career Storm Chapter 1633

"Why are you still crying?"

Song Guanchao found it both amusing and heartbreaking; of course he knew why Wu Qiangwei was crying.

She’d wrongly accused him, and felt guilty about it.

Wu Qiangwei gently shook her head, tears falling like a kite with a broken string.

Song Guanchao cupped her little face and kissed away her teardrop pearls: "It was just a misunderstanding; talk it out and it’ll be fine."

Wu Qiangwei choked back sobs, her emotions settling a little, but her big eyes still full of remorse: "I’m sorry."

"Alright, alright." Song Guanchao’s eyes twinkled as he suddenly thought of a way to cheer her up.

He pressed himself close to her perky ass, fingers tracing along her gluteal crease to a certain spot, gently poking, his mouth next to her ear in a low whisper: "If you really feel bad, let try it."

Feeling his fingertip pressing that spot, Wu Qiangwei froze imdiately, her tears halting.

"There?"

"Mm-hmm."

"But, but there... No!"

Wu Qiangwei’s face flushed in an instant. She glared at him, shy and angry, her round, lifted butt shaking, knocking his hand away.

Song Guanchao gave a sly chuckle and reached out again, stroking her skin with his fingertip: "Just give it a try."

"No!" Wu Qiangwei’s heart burned with embarrassnt.

If Song Guanchao hadn’t brought it up, she would never have imagined that such a place could even be... explored.

But now, with his fingers kneading her there, a strange sensation was rising inside her.

Song Guanchao looked disappointed: "Alright then."

Seeing him like this, Wu Qiangwei wondered if she’d been too abrupt in rejecting him.

His request was odd, and so shaful, but at least he wasn’t trying to take advantage of her body.

Wu Qiangwei hesitated, feeling that place was off-limits, but also wanting to please him.

"There... Is it really okay?" Wu Qiangwei whispered.

Song Guanchao’s eyes lit up; he nodded eagerly like a chick pecking at rice: "It’s okay!"

Wu Qiangwei grunted: "Did you try it with Qu Xiangru?"

Song Guanchao froze. What the hell was this?

This woman compared everything to Qu Xiangru nowadays—what a strange obsession!

"No."

"Really?" Wu Qiangwei said, "I don’t believe you."

"Honestly, no."

"Then how do you know you can do it there?"

"I... Saw it in so movies."

"I’ve never seen that."

"That’s because you haven’t watched enough."

Song Guanchao grabbed his phone and imdiately found a Japanese adult video: "See for yourself."

She’d never watched anything like this with a man before: "Turn off the lights."

Click.

The room dimd, Wu Qiangwei grabbed the phone and turned down the volu.

The longer she watched, the redder her cheeks beca, full of bashful sweetness, her body trembling more and more.

Between her thighs pressed against Song Guanchao, slickness began to seep out in thin strands.

She didn’t even realize her breathing was growing heavier, deeper, her body unnaturally sensitive.

On the phone, watching the woman being played with by the man, her face flushed with desire, obviously enjoying herself imnsely.

It stirred up a sense of curiosity in Wu Qiangwei.

Could it really feel that good... down there?

The resistance in her heart gradually faded, slowly replaced by anticipation.

"See, I wasn’t lying, was I?" Song Guanchao’s voice suddenly sounded in her ear, startling her.

Song Guanchao’s right hand slipped down, as her thighs bent and her butt nudged to the side.

He easily found her entrance, playing with her Yun for a while, then withdrew his fingers, and, taking advantage of her wetness, calmly moved back to her rear entrance.

Then he started to massage her there.

Listening to her increasingly intense moans, Song Guanchao sounded devilish, coaxing, "Try it?"

Wu Qiangwei was torn, but under his fingers, strange waves of sensation kept flooding her heart.

Finally, she leaned toward Song Guanchao, nodding softly: "Mm."

Song Guanchao rejoiced, sitting up excitedly on the bed, lowering her gently and giving her ass a pat: "Lie down, face-down."

Face-down...

Just thinking about that posture, Wu Qiangwei couldn’t help resisting: "No!"

Song Guanchao pointed at the phone: "You saw it yourself, you have to lie down like that, otherwise it won’t work."

"But..." Wu Qiangwei suddenly started regretting her decision.

Seeing this, Song Guanchao didn’t push her, instead climbing down beside her to start kissing.

He’d gotten too excited just now, completely forgetting the importance of foreplay.

He kissed along her ear, nibbled at her soft breasts until she was gasping and moaning uncontrollably.

Then "smack"—he slapped her ass, making her cry out "ah," surrendering herself to him, curling up on the bed like a little bitch.

Her body was supple. Though inexperienced, she instinctively arched her back, forming a perfect curve.

Song Guanchao gripped her ass cheeks left and right, spreading them wide to reveal her delicate pink folds.

He moved closer, grinding at her Yun, tip pushing in a short way, and, once she was fully wet, shifted to her rear entrance.

He pressed her cheeks, bit by bit, making her ass slowly bear down.

He thrusted, initiating entry.

"Ah~"

Wu Qiangwei cried out in pain: "It hurts."

Song Guanchao quickly stopped and withdrew, repeating the process several tis until she acclimated.

Even so, he could only slide in a little.

Song Guanchao knew you shouldn’t rush—no hot tofu for the impatient.

There was plenty of ti ahead; he wasn’t in a hurry.

A few minutes later, when Wu Qiangwei started moaning again, clearly feeling new sensations, Song Guanchao pushed deeper.

This ti, he entered a third of the way.

"Ah!"

Wu Qiangwei cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably, gripping the sheets with her tiny hands.

Song Guanchao pressed forward, overcoming all resistance, plunging in to the hilt.

"Ah!" Wu Qiangwei’s cry was sharp and frail, her hands flailing on the bed, her voice tinged with tears: "It hurts, get out, please."

Song Guanchao leaned over her, turned her face, gently kissed her lips, sucking her little tongue.

Then he pulled back a bit, slowly pushed back in, using small, careful movents.

After a few minutes, he felt Wu Qiangwei getting wetter below, and her whimpering moans and trembling lashes let him know she was experiencing a different kind of pleasure.

He started moving with larger, deeper strokes, withdrawing fully and plunging in again, giving her a full rhythm.

He let go of her lips and straightened up, gazing down at her prostrate, curvy body, watching her ass take him in and out, his satisfaction peaking.

Smack!

He slapped her ass hard, every slap earning a cry from her.

But they were moans, not screams of pain.

Song Guanchao grew unsatisfied; he grabbed Wu Qiangwei’s arm and rolled her onto her side, taking her left leg and raising it high.

Her body was so pliant; with her long legs raised up, she looked like she was doing a splits.

Her tall, elegant figure manipulated by Song Guanchao like this, she seed like a fallen fairy, ravaged.

Song Guanchao held her leg, leaned back, thrusting fully inside every ti, pausing for a few seconds, watching her tense belly and feeling her body shiver.

He freed his right hand, caressing her Yun, plunging his fingers inside to explore.

"Ah~" Suddenly overstimulated, Wu Qiangwei stiffened even more, her body writhing.

Her slender waist tightened like a willow branch, breasts jiggling up and down with Song Guanchao’s thrusts, shining white.

Several minutes later, Song Guanchao felt a tingling rush in his lower back, letting out a beastly growl, hugging her left leg tight and thrusting hard, pouring his essence deep inside her.

Wu Qiangwei stiffened, crying out repeatedly, her belly spasming, her body below soaked through.