Chapter 901: Xiao Zhao, you've drunk too much

Lan Mei was, after all, a divorced woman living alone. Although she was infertile, she still had normal physiological needs. Under the god-like techniques of such a man, she soon fell into the lust that surged like a flood. Although she was still shouting in a panic, "Let go, don't be like this, you've drunk too much, let go," the strength of her struggle became increasingly soft and powerless. Her whole body was filled with a constant tingling sensation under the friction of his lower body and the attack of his mouth. She felt particularly empty in her heart and really wanted something to fill it. Gradually, she lost the strength to resist, her body slowly leaning softly against his chest, twisting her fair neck slightly, feeling the itchy sensation of being kissed by him.

Feeling that Director Lan had completely given up resistance, Zhao Desan knew that she also wanted it. After all, he wasn't really forcing her. If she were really resisting, she wouldn't just be twisting her body in his arms without any strength.

Although Director Lan gave up resistance, he was still very careful at this time. He must not reveal his true colors because of a momentary joy. He still pretended to be drunk, breathing heavily, kissing her snow-white neck and fair fragrant shoulders. While kissing and hugging her, he pretended to be unsteady on his feet, suddenly falling backward, and fell onto the bed with her.

"Director Lan, you smell so good." Zhao Desan hugged her, nuzzling her neck and shoulders while panting, and slowly climbed onto her body, which was no longer resisting, kissing her neck, while his hands groped and wandered bit by bit up her smooth, delicate thighs, which felt excellent.

Under the attack of his mouth techniques, Lan Mei began to enjoy this long-lost feeling. Her body became increasingly hot, her heart felt as if it were being tugged, and she squinted her eyes slightly, her face flushed, twisting her body gently, her whole body numb from his kisses.

When Zhao Desan's hand wandered along her thigh and was about to enter her pajamas, she reached out and pressed down on the hem of her pajamas. Zhao Desan exerted a little force, and her hand loosened. Zhao Desan was secretly smug, thinking that today he would definitely eat this "white tiger" he had been coveting for a long time. He slowly wandered his hand to the root of her thigh, and before he had thoroughly fondled her sensitive butterfly, her body trembled violently... ===== CHAPTER 902 =====