Chapter 3825

Seeing that Su Qing was willing to step forward to help him, and that he could finally hold his head high and feel proud in front of Wu Min again, Zhao Desan felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart and said happily, "Sister Su, thank you so much. Every time I run into trouble, you are the one who helps me. Let me toast you." As he said this, Zhao Desan picked up his wine glass and raised it.

Su Qing smiled as she picked up her wine glass, clinked it gently against Zhao Desan's, and took a small sip. Inadvertently, she saw the hickey on Zhao Desan's neck again, and her heart couldn't help but ache. She lowered her head for a moment, then looked up and forced a smile as she asked about Zhao Desan's personal life, saying, "Desan, how are things with your personal life? Any progress?"

"No progress yet," Zhao Desan replied insincerely.

Su Qing smiled faintly and urged him, "You're not young anymore; it's time to buckle down and settle your personal affairs. If you drag it out any longer, you'll be a bachelor forever."

Zhao Desan chuckled and said, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Things like this are a matter of chance, just like how I met you, Sister Su."

Su Qing smiled gently and said, "I have always treated you like my own family. Of course, I hope you can start a family sooner so you can focus your heart and mind on your career. At your age, if you don't have a stable home—and given that your status is no longer that of an ordinary person—it will have a certain impact on your future career development."

Hearing these words from Sister Su, Zhao Desan knew these were her heartfelt sentiments, and it was indeed true. Without a stable home, it was impossible for him to guard that restless heart of his. Constantly flirting and maintaining relationships with so many women, sooner or later, the truth would come out. However, it wasn't that he hadn't considered marriage; the reality was that he was very hesitant and conflicted. He didn't know which one of the many women who were fond of him he should choose. The girls all seemed about the same, and they were all quite beautiful. If it were a simple matter of picking the tallest among the short, it would be easy, but the key was that they were all gorgeous. His possessiveness got the better of him, making him unwilling to give up any of them.

"Sister, I know. I'll find a sister-in-law for you to see as soon as possible," Zhao Desan said, maintaining his usual wit and humor with a chuckle.

Hearing this, Su Qing felt both heartbroken and happy. What made her heart ache was that she had known this young man for three or four years, but due to the age gap and the distance in their status, they could only present themselves to the outside world as cousins. Yet, deep in her heart, she had developed feelings for Zhao Desan that felt like love. The thought that it wouldn't be long before Zhao Desan might bring a young, beautiful woman with him when he saw her next made her feel somewhat unable to accept it. What made her happy was that she had always treated Zhao Desan as family and hoped that his future life and career would be a double harvest, especially that he would have a perfect outcome in his personal life.

Seeing that Su Qing's expression was somewhat complex and that she kept glancing at his neck, Zhao Desan suddenly realized something. Taking advantage of the moment when Sister Su wasn't paying attention, he pulled up his collar to cover the purple-red hickey on his neck.

He chatted with Sister Su at the restaurant for a long time that day, from work to life. It wasn't until after three o'clock in the afternoon that the two of them set off to leave the restaurant, and Zhao Desan drove Sister Su back home. The moment she turned around, Zhao Desan caught a glimpse of Sister Su's round buttocks. Today, Sister Su was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with black and white stripes, a black casual blazer, and a black tube skirt, with flesh-colored stockings on her legs and black high heels on her feet, giving her an air of maturity, intellect, and elegance all in one. The mature woman's plump figure, set off by this attire, appeared even more graceful, exquisite, and curvaceous.

Watching Sister Su's buttocks sway from side to side as she walked, like two soccer balls rolling beneath her tube skirt, Zhao Desan soon felt his heart and mind stirred. Honestly, it had been a long time since he had been with Sister Su like that. The long-lost distance gave Zhao Desan a fresh feeling toward Su Qing. He closed the door and, unable to wait, walked up to launch a surprise attack from behind, grabbing Su Qing's waist and rubbing his already erect crotch against her plump, beautiful buttocks.

Suddenly attacked by Zhao Desan from behind, Su Qing's heart skipped a beat, and then the loneliness of a mature woman was completely ignited in that instant. She acted as if she had gone crazy, twisting her body around, standing on tiptoe, and wrapping her arms around Zhao Desan. Her bright red, fragrant lips covered Zhao Desan's mouth, and her soft, fragrant tongue slipped into Zhao Desan's mouth, stirring inside, appearing extremely hungry and impatient. Zhao Desan could clearly feel her chest heaving rapidly due to her rapid breathing. His two hands slid slowly down Su Qing's waist and pressed onto her round, firm, plump buttocks. After all, she was a woman in her fifties; those buttocks were exceptionally plump and beautiful. Even with both hands covering them, one hand couldn't even cover one side. The softness was not without resilience, and the touch was intoxicating. That intense, eager kissing ignited the spark of primitive human desire in Zhao Desan's heart, burning him with urgency and making his whole body hot and restless. While accepting Sister Su's intense embrace and kisses, he slowly retreated with her toward the large leather sofa behind them... The two of them sucked on each other's mouths, their bodies pressed tightly against each other like magnets. Before long, they moved to the sofa. Su Qing suddenly turned to the side, used some force, and pushed Zhao Desan onto the sofa, pressing her whole body onto his. Her eyes were hazy with desire, and she was breathing rapidly. While continuing to kiss Zhao Desan intensely, she began to impatiently undo the buttons of Zhao Desan's shirt, her two hands stroking his sturdy chest restlessly, letting out heavy gasps from her nostrils. That kind of gasping sound seemed to carry magic, making Zhao Desan even more restless. His hands were not to be outdone; they slid down from Su Qing's buttocks, groped their way to the edge of the tube skirt, and quickly climbed up along her straight, fleshy thighs, soon reaching the private area between her legs. However, because Su Qing was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose, Zhao Desan's hand didn't touch Sister Su's womanly wilderness very smoothly. After being blocked by the pantyhose, Zhao Desan's hand rubbed gently on the smooth stockings. He could clearly feel a wave of damp heat coming from the touch. As his fingers rubbed harder and harder there, Su Qing's gasping became heavier and heavier. Finally, she couldn't help but raise her head and let out a long "uh" sound. Zhao Desan saw that Sister Su's cheeks were already flushed red, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her intellectual eyes had become blurry and uninhibited at this moment. Her messy hair stuck to the corners of her mouth, making her entire facial expression look incredibly alluring.

Zhao Desan's fingers scraped hard against Su Qing's spot again. That damp, itchy feeling was as uncomfortable as ants crawling into his heart, making Su Qing unable to help but let out an "um" sound again. Her body went soft, and she collapsed onto Zhao Desan's sturdy chest, where his shirt was open, and began to kiss his chest like a chicken pecking at rice. That itchy feeling made Zhao Desan very uncomfortable, and this discomfort prompted him to spread it from the movements of his hands. He couldn't care about anything else; his two hands grabbed the pantyhose at Su Qing's spot and tore it hard. With a "rip" sound, a hole the size of a fist appeared in the crotch of the pantyhose. Before Su Qing could come to her senses, one of Zhao Desan's magic claws had impatiently reached inside, groping to pull aside the small panties covering the entrance to the peach blossom cave. He immediately felt that it was already damp, in a state of overflowing water. He pressed his index and middle fingers together and inserted them along Su Qing's already wet petal cave. The moment Zhao Desan's fingers entered, Su Qing's whole body trembled violently, then her buttocks were raised high, and her upper body lay softly on Zhao Desan, letting out "um-um-ah-ah" coquettish gasps. This lasted for less than half a minute before Su Qing struggled to climb up and began to peck at Zhao Desan's body like a chicken again. However, this time, she quickly pecked her way to Zhao Desan's waist, unzipped his belt, and with a look of longing, liberated his big treasure from Zhao Desan's pants. She held it in one hand, then impatiently lowered her head and took it into her mouth. Immediately, "smack-smack" sounds followed, which made Zhao Desan feel so excited. His fingers were not to be outdone, stirring back and forth in Su Qing's petal cave. There was really too much water, and as his fingers went in and out, a series of "sizzling" sounds were emitted...

Su Qing was, after all, a fully ripened woman. Her performance in matters between men and women was something no young woman could reach. Coupled with the fact that she hadn't had a sex life for a long time, today gave her a feeling of long-awaited rain after a drought, which was very stimulating to her. And Zhao Desan, because he hadn't been with Su Qing for a long time, was completely aroused by the passionate love Su Qing displayed today. Added to that, Su Qing's oral skills were very good, and it didn't take long before she had his little brother standing tall and proud, reaching its best state. The ball of fire in his heart was burning him so uncomfortably that he held Su Qing's buttocks and moved them toward him. Su Qing also seemed to realize that Zhao Desan couldn't take it anymore and that it was time to enter the real process. Her posture was very cooperative with Zhao Desan's idea; she slowly moved her buttocks to Zhao Desan's thighs, then lifted them gently. Zhao Desan impatiently used one hand to support his own weapon that was already reaching for the sky, and one hand to grope for Sister Su's peach blossom cave. Just as the yin and yang were about to combine, Su Qing suddenly blocked him with her hand and said, "Wait a minute."

Zhao Desan asked with some confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I took off my panties..." Su Qing said, looking at Zhao Desan with a blushing face. It turned out that she had felt uncomfortable wearing panties first, so she had taken off the small panties with lace trim and put them aside.

When Su Qing stood up to take off her panties, Zhao Desan saw that her buttocks were indeed very large. Because they hadn't been together for a long time, he had originally thought Wu Min's buttocks were round and firm enough, but today he felt that Sister Su's buttocks were even larger and firmer. Moreover, there was quite a bit of hair, and it was relatively dense. However, although Sister Su was getting on in years, the skin on her body wasn't very loose, especially her buttocks. Don't look at how big they were; they felt very elastic to the touch. Especially her belly—it didn't have the stretch marks that a mature woman should have, and it wasn't loose either; it just looked slightly bulging.