Shengshi Court, Fourth Floor.
Restroom 701.
Sun Zhe sat sprawled out on the plush sofa, a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
A wet, slurping sound ca intermittently from between his legs. It sounded like soone licking an ice cream—disgusting, yet strangely enticing.
At this mont, Han Xinyue knelt between his spread legs like an obedient cat, her expression focused and serious as she serviced the grotesque mber with her soft, fragrant lips.
Sun Zhe looked down at her, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes lingered on her exquisite features as a aningful smile spread across his face. He was just now discovering that Han Xinyue was a truly elegant woman, beautiful down to the tips of her hair. Even while holding sothing so foul in her mouth, she hadn’t lost an ounce of that elegance.
Admiring the elegant stunner working between his thighs, the wicked fire inside Sun Zhe grew. He suddenly grabbed her hair and viciously shoved her face down into his lap.
"MMMPH... MMMMPH..."
Han Xinyue was on the verge of suffocating. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she began to gag, desperately slapping his thigh until he finally granted her a sliver of rcy.
"How was that, you little slut? Did you like it?"
"Mmm..."
Surprisingly, Han Xinyue was quite docile. She even looked up at Sun Zhe with a flirtatious gaze, wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth as she said, "Xinyue loves Daddy’s big, wicked cock."
Seeing her obedient and alluring appearance, the wicked fire in Sun Zhe’s heart burned even hotter. He once again grabbed her hair and forced her head down.
For a woman like Han Xinyue, he felt no rcy, only a desire to unleash his inner wickedness to the extre!
After a long while, Sun Zhe’s hips began to shudder violently as he finally felt the build-up.
Feeling the massive length tremble in her mouth, Han Xinyue knew he was about to co. She stopped her movents and instead used her delicate throat to seal against the tip, letting the thick fluid erupt into her mouth. Only when Sun Zhe had finished did she release him and pull back, her reddened eyes filling with tears, looking pitiful and miserable.
"Swallow it."
She was about to find a trash can to spit out the thick fluid in her mouth when Sun Zhe spoke. Helpless, she could only glare at him as she swallowed the contents of her mouth, one mouthful at a ti. Along with it, she swallowed down her imnse hatred.
After swallowing, she quickly grabbed the mineral water on the table and frantically rinsed her mouth.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Sun Zhe smiled and stated bluntly, "I’m not satisfied."
"You..." Hearing his words, Han Xinyue clenched her teeth. She looked at that thing still jutting defiantly toward the ceiling, her heart filled with a mixture of love and hate.
Sun Zhe spoke in a commanding tone, "Co over and clean it up, then get on top. We’ll talk after that."
Han Xinyue said nothing, just looked at Sun Zhe coldly. She had been completely submissive, even swallowing that stuff for him, but he just kept pushing for more!
He has no idea how to treat a woman!
Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow. "What, you find your own saliva dirty?"
With a cold snort, Han Xinyue wiped her mouth and obediently knelt before the sofa.
A mont later, after gently cleaning the great weapon with her lips and tongue, she slowly stood up. Her stocking-clad legs parted as she climbed onto the sofa, kneeling astride his thighs.
Sun Zhe lay back against the sofa with a look of pure pleasure, reaching down. He squeezed her plump, supple buttocks through her bright yellow leather mini-skirt, molding the soft flesh into various wanton shapes in his hands.
"Mmm hmm..." Han Xinyue bit her lip, and whether from pain or pleasure, she let out a soft, fragrant moan.
She then leaned forward slightly, reaching down to rip a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. Using her delicate fingers, she pulled aside the thin wisp of purple lace, revealing her two glistening petals.
Curiously, Sun Zhe reached out to touch the patch of dark hair between her legs. His hand ca away drenched. "Already flooding," he remarked with feigned surprise. "What a slut."
Han Xinyue looked at Sun Zhe with a complex expression but said nothing. She placed one hand on his shoulder while her other reached down to guide the head of his shaft, using it to tease her wet petals.
"Nnnh... ah..."
Her sex was already weeping. As the scorching head rubbed against the tender flesh nestled between her petals, the intense heat made her tilt her head back and let out a breathless moan.
After a while, once the great dragon was sufficiently lubricated, she held her breath and slowly sank down. Under the pressure of her own weight, it pushed into the narrow, wet passage. Layers of tender folds uncontrollably wrapped around it, and the indescribable feeling of being filled to capacity made her brows furrow tighter and tighter.
Yet she kept her teeth clenched on her lip, as if in defiance, refusing to make a sound. It seed a shred of pride and stubbornness remained in her bones, making her unwilling to surrender to the man she so resented.
But just then, Sun Zhe lost his patience. He seized her slender waist with both hands and gave a sudden, powerful upward thrust, sinking himself into her with one clean stroke! The slippery layers of her tender flesh offered little resistance to his imnse force. The long spear drove forward relentlessly, breaking through to her very core.
Stuffed completely, Han Xinyue’s delicate body tensed. She arched her long neck, bit her rosy lips, and clung tightly to Sun Zhe, her glistening eyes seeming to suppress so turbulent emotion. Finally, she furrowed her brows and closed her eyes, as if resigning to her fate.
Not a word was spoken. After adapting to his imnse size, she couldn’t help but begin to sway her hips, using the searing shaft inside her to grind against the tender, itching flesh, as if desperate to find relief.
Observing the captivating expression on her face, Sun Zhe suddenly reached up and yanked up her tight, double-layered lace top. Then, he crudely ripped off her purple lace bra.
SNAP.
The clasp, torn by force, flew off to parts unknown. Han Xinyue seed oblivious, letting Sun Zhe do as he pleased, her hips and waist moving of their own accord.
At this mont, she cleared her mind of everything else. She wasn’t thinking about Zhou Xiaolong, nor did she care who this man was. She just wanted to be a happy woman, to savor this simple pleasure.
Watching her full breasts bouncing before him, Sun Zhe felt his mouth go dry. He reached out, grabbing one in each hand and kneading them forcefully, occasionally pinching a delicate bud between his fingers and pulling it taut.
"Mmm hmm... Ahh... Ahhh!"
With the sensitive points on both her upper and lower body being assaulted at once, Han Xinyue could no longer hold back. She arched her neck and let out a series of ecstatic, alluring moans.
SMACK!
The next mont, he slapped one of her full breasts. The stinging pain instantly brought her back to so semblance of clarity.
She looked at Sun Zhe with resentnt and demanded, "What are you doing?"
Sun Zhe laughed. "Can’t even hold back from getting all worked up? It’s ti to talk business."
Upon hearing this, Han Xinyue snorted coldly but said nothing. Her hips, however, didn’t stop swaying; she found she simply couldn’t stop herself.
Sun Zhe, however, had no intention of indulging her. He suddenly gripped her slender waist, holding her still. "Was it you," he asked, "who did sothing to Lin Miao’s leg?"
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