Chapter 4492

Looking at the slightly squirming body on the bed, Zhao Desan's breathing became more and more rapid, and sweat had seeped out on his face. His hands were like spirit snakes, flowing down three thousand feet from the two towering pagodas, approaching all the way, accompanied by Han Hongmei's continuous moans, and arrived in front of the small white leather skirt.

Just at this moment, Han Hongmei's 'don't' floated gently in Zhao Desan's ear like a mosquito.

Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment, instinctively looked at Han Hongmei, and saw her eyes were dazed and she was panting. This sound was like her final plea, but looking at her expression, she seemed to enjoy this moment very much.

Thus, Zhao Desan understood in an instant. At this time, women often say don't, but actually mean they want it. Thus, a cunning, treacherous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although the desire in his heart was constantly eroding his reason, he was still clear-headed at this time. He looked at Han Hongmei, who was twisting and turning, with a face full of smiles, thinking, women are really animals who say one thing and mean another. At this time, she clearly wanted it so much, but still had to pretend to be a chaste woman. However, Zhao Desan knew very well that once this layer of disguise was torn open, a chaste woman would become a wolf woman!

Zhao Desan chuckled wickedly, gently pushed aside Han Hongmei's 'struggling' jade hands, placed his hands on the waist of the small leather skirt, and with a 'chi chi' sound, the zipper on the small leather skirt was pulled open by him. The black small underpants immediately jumped into his eyes, making him couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Looking at the messy state of the woman on the bed after he had opened her small leather skirt, Zhao Desan's breathing became heavy again, feeling the scene before him was like an illusion. He gently bit his lips, and a piercing pain came from the central nervous system near his lips, making him understand that the scene before him was not an illusion, but a real scene. His gaze fell on Han Hongmei's lower body again, clearly seeing the black silk stockings extending to the root of her long, beautiful legs. Zhao Desan's spirit-like hands couldn't help but invade Han Hongmei's 'forbidden zone' like a dragon turning over clouds and rain, and through the thinnest layer of 'gauze net,' touched the woman's most sensitive 'triangle zone.'

Han Hongmei's soft, boneless body seemed to have magic, tightly absorbing Zhao Desan's hands. Her white, pink, and tender body was like an erhu, and the velvet flowers on the 'forbidden zone' were like the gold strings on the erhu, while Zhao Desan's hands were the strings of the 'culprit.' As long as they were gently plucked, they would play the most pleasing music in the world. At this time, Han Hongmei, lying on the bed, had a flushed body, like a beautiful rose waiting for the nourishment of rain and dew.

Following Zhao Desan's devilish technique, Han Hongmei couldn't help but let out a slight moan from her cherry mouth, and her hot, full body trembled slightly on the bed.

Looking at Han Hongmei's moving and bewitching state, Zhao Desan smiled with evil spirit, leaned his lips gently to Han Hongmei's pink ear, and said with a chuckle: "Secretary Han, do you think I am excessive now?"

"..." Han Hongmei didn't know if she heard Zhao Desan's words clearly, and a fuzzy and indistinguishable sound came out of her mouth.

In the past, it was Han Hongmei who served those smelly men, but tonight it was a young, handsome, and tall man serving her. This made Han Hongmei's heart get great satisfaction, and she was already completely immersed in the impact of pleasure, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

Hearing the fuzzy and indistinguishable moan from Han Hongmei's nostrils, Zhao Desan smiled strangely and said with a chuckle: "Since you don't speak, then I'll take it that you think I'm still not excessive!"

At this time, Han Hongmei's eyes were filled with the fire of desire, her fire-like cheeks were full of spring, and her thoughts had already flown to the nine heavens. Where could she still hear what Zhao Desan was saying?

Seeing Han Hongmei's intoxicated and obsessed look, Zhao Desan smiled lecherously, looked at the beauty tossing and turning on the bed, and said with a chuckle: "Don't worry, I will do the most excessive thing in a while." As he spoke, his hands moved away from Han Hongmei's 'forbidden zone' and placed them on his nose to sniff gently. A refreshing scent made Zhao Desan feel a burst of surprise in his heart.

Zhao Desan sighed long, adjusted the passion in his body to the most explosive state, and suddenly, like a fierce tiger, he threw himself onto Han Hongmei's body...

"Uh... uh..." A series of moans came from Han Hongmei's mouth. Perhaps Zhao Desan's movement was a bit big, making her sanity recover a little bit. She looked at Zhao Desan, who was pressing on her body like Mount Tai, with eyes like silk.

"Mm mm..." Just as Han Hongmei was about to say something, Zhao Desan printed a big mouth on her cherry lips, and the words she just blurted out turned into 'mm mm' strange sounds, and a wonderful feeling broke through her remaining reason again.

Under Zhao Desan's overbearing move, Han Hongmei's breathing became more and more difficult.

"I want it so much!" These four words flashed in Han Hongmei's confused brain. Her reason had long been completely eaten away by desire. At this time, she had only one idea, and that was to become one with the strong man on her body and rush to the clouds together to taste the ultimate pleasure of being a woman.

Han Hongmei felt that she hadn't been as comfortable as today for a long time. Her whole person was completely in a relaxed state, and every hair on her body seemed to have loosened. Zhao Desan, who was burning with passion, displayed the most primitive beastliness in a man's heart on Han Hongmei's body to the fullest...

Zhao Desan's left hand pressed her buttocks, kneading with force, making their bodies tightly stick together. The swollen big treasure stood straight against her lower abdomen, and immediately felt the heat below her. Han Hongmei looked at Zhao Desan with eyes like silk, and said panting: "You are so bad, bullying people." As she spoke, she looked at Zhao Desan pretending to be angry.

Zhao Desan held her hand, chuckled, and said: "Who told you to be so beautiful, and so sexy."

Han Hongmei was very satisfied with Zhao Desan's sweet words. With a smile on her face, she asked: "Really?"

"Really!" Zhao Desan nodded affirmatively, reached out to hold her waist, half-held her, and soon, her throat let out a strong moan again, which let Zhao Desan know that she was extremely eager in her heart. Zhao Desan didn't continue to tease her anymore. Suddenly, his hands grabbed her two full beauties again. She let out an 'uh' sound, slightly raised her back, allowing Zhao Desan to unbutton her bra from behind. In this way, Zhao Desan's hands firmly grasped her large, white, and tender flower buds. She was a mature woman, after all. The flower buds had both the smoothness and toughness of a young girl, and the softness and fullness of a mature woman. Although she was over forty, she still appeared so tender. Zhao Desan rubbed the small protrusion with two fingers, and at the same time attacked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. Soon, she couldn't help but hug Zhao Desan's head, pulled his head over, fiercely hugged him, and kissed him wildly. Soon, the two of them were fiercely kissing together. Zhao Desan's experience was very rich, and he was not in a hurry to advance. He kissed her unhurriedly, and occasionally licked her earlobe. Gradually, he moved down along her mouth to the two full beauties, drawing circles around the small protrusion with the tip of his tongue, and his other hand reached into her black small underpants, stroking her smooth legs. Suddenly, Zhao Desan wickedly sucked hard on her small protrusion, immediately making Han Hongmei 'ah' and scream...

At this time, Han Hongmei only had a pair of small underpants left on her body. Zhao Desan unhurriedly sucked on the pink buds, gently biting with his teeth, and a pair of big hands stroked her flat, snow-white abdomen. Han Hongmei's exposed beauties and body received Zhao Desan's strong stimulation, and the pleasure flooded her like a tide, making her couldn't help but moan, "Mm... uh..." While moaning, she raised her head, struggled to twist her body, and a head of black hair hung down on both sides of her snow-white, slender neck like a waterfall, which further aroused Zhao Desan's desire.

The middle part of Han Hongmei was very full, and her full, round thighs flashed with dazzling light. Her slender lower legs were strong and straight. Zhao Desan took off the last piece of cloth covering her body, and at the same time quickly stripped off his own clothes, propping his twenty-centimeter-long big treasure against her snow-white lower abdomen with stretch marks.

"Don't... don't..." Han Hongmei had already felt Zhao Desan's fiery impulse, but a coquettish moan that said one thing and meant another came out of her mouth.

Hearing the sound from Han Hongmei's mouth, Zhao Desan clearly heard 'I want it, I want it...' He stroked her beautiful and clean thighs, gently separated her two legs, and didn't rush to the main point, but suddenly leaned down, stretched out the tip of his tongue, and sucked on the flower bud at the crotch. Under Zhao Desan's skilled tongue technique, Han Hongmei immediately felt the numbness coming from the crotch. Following the constant 'baji baji' sound in Zhao Desan's mouth, Han Hongmei's consciousness gradually blurred, and the crotch became more and more moist, which made her feel so ashamed, yet so expectant. Zhao Desan then reached his fingers into the flower bud. The wet, slippery, and soft meat wall immediately surrounded his fingers. That feeling was very tight. Zhao Desan moved his fingers slowly, looking at Han Hongmei wickedly.

"Mm... lighter..." On Han Hongmei's beautiful face, an expression that seemed painful yet intoxicated rippled. The true numbness made her couldn't help but clamp her legs tightly, desperately trying to endure the feeling in her body.

"Ah..." But that electric-like feeling still made Han Hongmei's tightly bitten lips let out a murmuring moan. She finally raised her arms, took the initiative to hug Zhao Desan, and started to moan softly. Although the moan was very weak, it was enough to stimulate. Zhao Desan tightly sucked her pink areola, drew circles on it with the tip of his tongue, and at the same time, gently rubbed around the flower petal hole with his big treasure, making Han Hongmei twist her body in endurance, crying out: "Ah... don't... ah..." Han Hongmei's snow-white thighs had already been unable to wait for a man's cultivation, looking forward to the nourishment of rain and dew. Han Hongmei finally couldn't help but take the initiative to separate her two legs, murmuring again: "Ah... heaven... oh... can't do it... come in quickly..."

Zhao Desan continued to rub, listening to the happy moans from Han Hongmei, and looking at the charming state rippling on her elegant face, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction in his heart.

(Chapter 2432: Is It Excessive Now)!