Chapter 2753: Pale with fright

In the moment she turned pale with fright, Shangguan Wan'er found a burst of strength from somewhere and actually stood up all at once. Sun Dacai, who had been immersed in his own rare moment of prowess behind her, was caught off guard and was actually flipped onto the floor by Shangguan Wan'er, a mere weak woman.

Shangguan Wan'er couldn't be bothered to care about him; she pulled up her panties at the crotch and ran for her life. As she ran out, she grabbed the keys to Sun Dacai's car—the red BMW that Jin Qianbao had bought for her was still parked in front of his villa.

Sun Dacai was shocked, and filled with grief and indignation! Could it be that his second-ever peak performance in his life was going to end without a climax again?

This was his second time breaking the five-minute barrier, the only second time! The first time, it had been ruined by that shrew of a neighbor, and this second time, it was going to...

Moreover, how unbearable is it for a man to be suddenly interrupted when he is about to erupt? It was simply like a speeding car suddenly slamming on the emergency brakes; that could literally kill a person!

Sun Dacai was absolutely furious! He scrambled up from the floor in one motion, his long spear at the ready, and flew forward.

At this moment, in the newly renovated bar hall of Tong Lan, Zhao Desan was already unable to hold back his boiling blood. He pressed the charming young woman onto the bar counter, and amidst the pushing and shoving, he hiked up her skirt. One hand expertly peeled off the lace-trimmed panties Tong Lan was wearing.

Tong Lan, half-welcoming and half-shy, twisted and turned as she whispered, "No, Xiao Zhao, Lulu is sleeping in the private room... better not... it wouldn't be good if she saw us..."

Lifting her skirt, the totem tattoo on Tong Lan's lower back made this woman exude an even more unique charm. Zhao Desan was already completely ignited with passion. While unbuckling his belt, he hugged her plumpness from behind, his two eyes, burning with fire, staring unblinkingly at Tong Lan's smooth, delicate, and boneless-looking jade back. He couldn't help but fantasize about how charming Tong Lan's two plump mounds must be, and his heart began to thump and pound with accelerating intensity. One could imagine what a wonderful painting of a court lady Tong Lan would make if she turned around! Zhao Desan thought this to himself, and his mouth hurriedly said, "Turn your body around and let me admire you!"

"No!" the shy Tong Lan answered very decisively.

"No?" Zhao Desan seemed somewhat uncomprehending, then said with a wicked smile, "We're almost at the point of doing it, are you still afraid of being looked at?"

"I just won't! Hurry up and do it, don't wake Lulu." This time Tong Lan answered even more decisively. She tilted her head slightly and lowered her voice, saying, "Just touch while you do it!"

Zhao Desan laughed "Ahahaha," but immediately used his hand to cover his mouth. He looked back toward the direction of the private room, then lightly slapped his own mouth. He knew clearly in his heart that while doing this was very stimulating, it was also a bit dangerous. He couldn't go too far, or he would be pushing his luck; if he woke the wild little beauty, things would become terrible. Suppressing his laughter, Zhao Desan still whispered to Tong Lan, who was standing with her back to him in silence, "What kind of philosophy is this? You can only touch while doing it, but not look."

"I don't care, anyway, I just won't let you look." Tong Lan began to be stubborn again. She lightly stomped her feet and said urgently to Zhao Desan behind her, "Are you going to do it or not? If you don't, I'm going to pull up my panties!"

"I'll do it, I'll do it, we're already at this point, how could I not!" Zhao Desan answered with a grin, then added, "Then lift your arms and let me touch you conveniently too."

Tong Lan didn't speak; she lifted her two bare arms slightly upward...

Tong Lan, lying prone on the bar counter in front, had already impatiently closed her eyes, sticking her fair, round buttocks high up, waiting for Zhao Desan's actual action. In the quiet late night, under the soft and dim light, such a young woman sticking her butt up waiting to be nourished was truly too mesmerizing for Zhao Desan. One of his hands was still caressing her plump and elastic beauty, while the other hand pulled out the thing that was already as hard as iron. He bent his knees, slowly approached her, and after testing and rubbing for a moment, he suddenly used force, and the whole thing was immediately enveloped by a moist and hot environment.

The beautiful young woman in front also couldn't help but moan an "Mm" at such stimulation, murmuring, "Faster... harder..." Biting her lip, she lay on the bar counter with drunken, hazy eyes, her buttocks stuck high up, enjoying Zhao Desan's exploration as he went in and out.

This position was truly too exhilarating. Holding her two mounds of beauty that felt excellent from behind, and then thrusting back and forth, the feeling of those two mounds swaying back and forth was truly stimulating beyond measure.

Under Zhao Desan's valiant conquest, Tong Lan soon fell into a state of frenzy. The continuous waves of numbness swept through her central nervous system, making her lower parts contract violently against her will. The honeyed nectar also seemed particularly abundant, oozing out from within in waves, and before long, it flowed down the inner sides of her thighs. After all, she was a thirty-year-old young woman; she truly loved this feeling. Gradually, she couldn't help but let out "Mm-ah" moans.

Zhao Desan, in a state of intoxication, couldn't be bothered to pay attention to these things. While panting heavily, he worked hard, moving forward and backward. The collision of flesh against flesh made a crisp "pitter-patter" sound. The beautiful young woman lying on the bar counter moaned in response, occasionally letting out an intoxicated "Uh" sound. It was as if the river was overflowing in her petal cave; the honeyed nectar flowed out in gurgles, almost flowing all the way down her inner thighs to her ankles.

In such a quiet night, under the soft and dim light, doing such a thing in front of the renovated bar counter made Zhao Desan feel particularly stimulated. Soon, he had the feeling of wanting to be released, and he couldn't help but speed up his movements.

And just when Zhao Desan used a little more force, Tong Lan couldn't help but let out a happy "Ah" at such stimulation. Immediately following that, Jin Lulu's voice came from the private room. This scared Zhao Desan terribly; he quickly covered Tong Lan's mouth and lowered his voice, saying, "Keep it down."

Stopping his movements, he listened carefully for a while, and Zhao Desan realized it was just Jin Lulu talking in her sleep. This showed that the little beauty was indeed exhausted from following the renovation work during this time and shouldn't be easily woken up. Despite this, he was still slightly more restrained than before, lowering his panting and continuing his vigorous movements.

"Baby, you're so great... uh... you're so powerful..." After all, she was a young woman who had been in contact with many men. At this moment, Tong Lan had been driven to the point of losing her soul by Zhao Desan, becoming completely wanton, panting slightly, and whispering some explicit love words.

The more wanton Tong Lan became, the more it gave Zhao Desan that feeling. Invisibly, it was as if it stimulated Zhao Desan's central nervous system, making him unable to help but speed up his rhythm. Gritting his teeth, after more than twenty consecutive thrusts, he suddenly stopped. His whole body began to tremble violently, and his scalp felt numb in waves... He was released... released in a way that was unstoppable...

And Tong Lan, lying on the bar counter, was also limp all over, her soul seemingly lost. She squinted her eyes, savoring the moment with an intoxicated look on her face. Her petal cave was contracting in waves, making her feel as if she had flown up to the sky. It was too good, too good.

Listening to the snoring coming from Jin Lulu in the private room, and with the young woman Tong Lan lying beneath him with her buttocks stuck up on the bar counter, panting and breathing like orchids, Zhao Desan at this moment truly felt it was too stimulating. Such a wonderful and exhilarating affair made him feel an unprecedented excitement that was hard to endure. Even after the hearty and thorough release, he was still panting heavily, his hands reaching into her skirt to grasp Tong Lan's two towering white rabbits, and he refused to get up, still lying on her jade back covered in fragrant sweat. What was even more fatal was that his own proud and massive object remained in Tong Lan's wet petal cave, refusing to withdraw for a long time, and it was still hard as a rock, showing no signs of softening at all. While Tong Lan felt faintly that this man's instinct was truly too surprising, even Zhao Desan himself felt secretly astonished. He hadn't had this ability to perform twice in a row for a long time. Could it be that he was going to regain his once more valiant masculine prowess on Tong Lan today?

Over there, Shangguan Wan'er grabbed Sun Dacai's car keys and rushed out of the house, running for her life, while Sun Dacai chased after her with all his might.

The hatred in Sun Dacai's heart was simply beyond measure. He even felt that his lack of ability was caused by this little slut of a wife. Every time his 'strength improved,' it was interrupted. When would he ever truly achieve a breakthrough with this slut?

Now, this guy, who was still in a state of high excitement, was running with his ugly thing sticking out, as awkward as could be. Moreover, his speed wasn't very fast, but he was a man after all, and even at a slow speed, he could get close to Shangguan Wan'er.

Sun Dacai understood even better that once this slut ran out of the house, he wouldn't be able to continue chasing her. Although it was the middle of the night, he didn't have the guts to run out naked from the waist down with that thing sticking out. Therefore, time was life, and time was sexual happiness. But just as Sun Dacai was about to grab Shangguan Wan'er, Shangguan Wan'er had already reached the door. This guy was rarely valiant for once, and now he was also full of force, grabbing Shangguan Wan'er's arm all at once.

And Shangguan Wan'er was even more anxious. She couldn't explain this kind of thing to Sun Dacai, and it wasn't easy to explain, yet it couldn't be delayed. So, in her desperation, she threw a backward kick—what a fierce move of women's self-defense, and it was actually used on her own husband! Sun Dacai immediately met with tragedy. The heel of that leather shoe was raised high backward and kicked Sun Dacai right between the legs. A heart-wrenching pain instantly spread throughout Sun Dacai's entire body, making him sweat like rain, and he collapsed onto the floor, howling in pain like a wolf. As for that long spear that had originally been held high with high spirits, it immediately turned into a limp little earthworm.

A pathetic man. The first time in his life he showed his prowess, it was cut short by the neighbor's shrew. The second time, the situation rose again, only to be kicked in the crotch by his own wife. Moreover, Sun Dacai felt that his lower parts might be ruined because of this, because being hit while in high spirits caused too much damage and was too painful, and it was highly likely he would be impotent for life.