Chapter 1669

"It's my first time here too. I heard from a colleague that it's very suitable for two people to chat and talk about their hearts. It's really not bad." Zhao Desan lied, examined the layout of the private room, and then looked at Yingying earnestly. Looking at her beautiful, moving face and her fully developed large meat buns, his mind began to wander, especially when he remembered the spring night he spent here when Jia Wanli brought him here. It was truly unforgettable. Looking at Yingying sitting opposite him, Zhao Desan knew that as long as he was a little tougher, Yingying would absolutely not refuse him to "consult" for her. Compared with Jia Wanli, this wealthy young lady who hadn't even had a boyfriend was undoubtedly more heart-stirring. Look at this appearance, how beautiful and charming; look at this figure, it's simply stunning. Just thinking about carrying these two straight, slender beautiful legs wearing black silk stockings on his shoulders and enforcing the law—how exciting would that be! Zhao Desan simply didn't dare to think too much. Just fantasizing about it, the nerves in his lower body began to tense, the blood in his whole body accelerated, and even his breathing gradually became heavy.

"The environment is really good. I'm really happy that you could bring me here to chat with me, Brother Zhao Desan." Watching Zhao Desan staring at her without blinking, Yingying felt a bit at a loss, smiled awkwardly and shyly, and said.

"As long as you like it, that's fine." Zhao Desan smiled gently.

At this time, the private room door opened, and the waiter pushed the dining cart in, placed the fruit platter, snacks, and red wine on the coffee table one by one, then opened the red wine, helped them fill two glasses, and exited the private room. Zhao Desan followed, locked the door from the inside, then looked at each other with Yingying and smiled tacitly, walked back, sat down again, picked up his glass, and said, "Come, Yingying, let's drink and chat, brother and sister."

"Mm." Yingying nodded with a slightly shy smile, picked up her glass of red wine, and held it up. The two glasses clinked gently, making a crisp clinking sound, which sounded particularly pleasant in the space filled with soft music. The two picked up their glasses and took a small sip each, then put down the glasses. Because they had already drunk a few glasses of wine during the meal, Yingying's face was flushed, looking a bit shy and very likable.

The elegant environment in the private room, the intoxicating soft music flowing past her ears, and this soft, ethereal light made Yingying feel like she had walked into a dream. She felt very comfortable and pleasant. At the same time, looking at Zhao Desan's straight-looking eyes in the soft light, a strange feeling arose in the young girl's heart. She seemed to be intoxicated by this tranquility and peace "before the storm," and had a feeling of being drowsy.

Zhao Desan observed that Yingying had changed. Her gradually reddening face and somewhat flickering eyes were all telling him that this twenty-one-year-old girl had begun to completely relax her tense body and mind in this atmosphere. In the soft light, her fair neck, embellished by the lace-trimmed round-neck short skirt, looked as fair and tender as milk. The soft silk-textured dress tightly wrapped her delicate, curvaceous figure. The two large meat buns looked particularly round and perky under the wrapping of the dress. All of this made Zhao Desan heart-stirred. And Yingying, nourished by the red wine, was like a young girl in spring, with a rosy complexion and blurred eyes. The two looked at each other like this, then smiled tacitly.

In this atmosphere filled with the smoke of the flesh, Zhao Desan looked at the flirtatious Yingying and really couldn't resist the temptation of this delicate flower. A wicked smile flashed across the corner of his mouth. He got up, walked directly to Yingying's side, sat down next to her, and put one hand around her fragrant shoulder without any hesitation. He clearly felt Yingying's body tremble slightly, then she glanced at Zhao Desan with those blurred almond-shaped eyes. Her fiery, rosy cheeks showed her inner desire. This slender, full body really made Zhao Desan feel moved. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, leaned his mouth to her fair earlobe, and whispered, "Yingying, brother misses you so much."

As he spoke, the hot breath blew gently on Yingying's earlobe, which was a very sensitive part for a woman, making her tremble slightly. A tingling feeling like an electric shock quickly swept across her central nervous system, and then her whole body leaned weakly against Zhao Desan, muttering, "Brother Zhao Desan, my ear is so itchy..."

Zhao Desan looked at the delicate Yingying. She seemed to be waiting for his conquest with complete submission, so endless desire surged in his heart. He slowly embraced Yingying's weak body and said gently, "Yingying, shall brother help you stop the itch?"

"Mm..." Yingying, who was paralyzed in Zhao Desan's arms, nodded heavily, then looked at Zhao Desan's face with eyes like silk. Her body trembled uncontrollably because of sensitivity, and slowly, slowly, she leaned completely into Zhao Desan's arms...

Fragrant and pleasant, beauty before him, as long as Zhao Desan wanted, Yingying seemed to have prepared to sacrifice herself. Because Yingying's clothing, although not revealing, was very thin, leaning in Zhao Desan's arms made Zhao Desan feel the beauty of the girl's toughness and elasticity at his fingertips. That feeling, that sensation made Zhao Desan unable to control himself...

Yingying was not a girl who hadn't seen the world. After half a year of controlling Beichen Real Estate and contacting many people, it could almost be said that she understood men to a certain degree. So, since she could follow Zhao Desan to this private two-person time, she had already prepared to sacrifice herself. Moreover, her first time had been taken by Zhao Desan; she was willing to sacrifice herself to him.

Therefore, when Zhao Desan began to kiss her earlobe, the shy Yingying was also ignited by this passionate atmosphere, and she hesitantly began to cooperate. While leaning in Zhao Desan's arms, she slowly reached a soft, boneless little hand into Zhao Desan's shirt, little by little, inch by inch, rubbing upward... rubbing... that itchy feeling further stimulated Zhao Desan's boiling heart.

Up to now, Zhao Desan had often had intimate contact with women older than himself; this might be his preference. Up to now, he had only been with a few women younger than himself, and had opened two buds, and Yingying was one of them. Today, being teased by Yingying, who was both gentle, shy, and actively cooperative, how could his body, which was already burning with passion, endure it? The raging fire of a man burned for no reason, and his hands couldn't control themselves and groped toward Yingying's two perky chests...

Under the nameless stimulation of a girl's spring, Yingying also tried her best to cooperate with every move of Zhao Desan. In Zhao Desan's arms, a wealthy young lady who was both beautiful, young, and very well-behaved, kept twisting her milk-like smooth body like a bird. Zhao Desan's brain was in a mess, and he couldn't help but press his lips onto those slightly red and warm fragrant lips...

The fragrant scene was doomed. Zhao Desan's upper body was already bare without a shred of covering, and his hands were already busy on those two soft things without listening to him. That feeling, that elasticity, that surging under the slight panting, simply made Zhao Desan's soul sway...

What was even more exciting was that the scene of helping Yingying open her bud for the first time kept emerging in Zhao Desan's mind. This stimulation made him have an extremely strong desire. He longed to possess, longed to conquer, and also longed to give. All of this, intertwined in Zhao Desan's mind, seemed so chaotic, so exuberant...

However, at this time, Yingying seemed to have entered a state of selflessness. The girl's feelings had completely burned. In the pause when Zhao Desan was extremely intoxicated and stunned, she slowly buried her head down, all the way, all the way toward the man's wilderness...

As soon as Yingying touched Zhao Desan's below, Zhao Desan first felt a panic in his heart, followed by an unbearable excitement. His desire almost reached its peak. The beauty before him unexpectedly unzipped his belt. This extreme teasing stimulated Zhao Desan's strong desire to attack. He excitedly picked up Yingying's tall half-body and placed it on his head. Amidst her chirping cries, he recklessly lifted her skirt, pulled down her little panties, raised his head, stuck out his tongue, and pressed the tip of his tongue against that pink little stream. He heard Yingying let out an intoxicated "Uh" sound, her whole body trembled violently, and immediately after, his treasure, which was already burning with passion and hard as iron, felt a sense of being wrapped.

913. Chapter 900: Unexpected

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