The beauty CEO in her thirties was at the peak of her desires and was also at her wildest.
This wasn't their first time, and their chemistry had only grown; Lin Hao's hand was gentle yet strong, fingers teasing and kneading the soft buds.
Liao Jiarong adjusted her posture earlier, turning sideways, almost with her back to Lin Hao, and handed the zipper of her dress to him.
Lin Hao understood her intention, gently pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress, revealing a stretch of snowy skin.
This type of dress zippered downwards, causing the front to automatically fall off, revealing purple lace edging and a deep cleavage.
His large hand, freed from its lace confinement, began to knead forcefully, as if kneading dough, gently and rhythmically, while the two full breasts constantly changed shape in his hand.
The beauty CEO was so weak from being kneaded, that she softly moaned.
She looked at the handsome guy in front of her, a burst of desire surged within, her small hand slid down, expertly unzipped Lin Hao's pants, and reached inside.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
When the beauty grabbed Lin Hao's stick, he immediately tensed up, and his stimulated stick sprang up abruptly.
Liao Jiarong felt the big, long, and thick stick, her mind swayed instantly, with a few more traces of expectation and longing in her misty eyes.
Their gazes locked onto each other, one silently kneading her proud breasts, the other silently stroking the stick, both wanting to arouse the other's desire.
Lin Hao glanced at her tender little mouth, swallowing hard, then leaned in slowly, sealing her rosy lips, tasting the soft red lips with a slight sucking sound echoing.
Liao Jiarong's saliva was sweet, bearing the flavor of a mature woman, and her fragrance filled his nostrils, causing Lin Hao's desire to rise continually.
The beauty CEO hooked her hands around his neck, eagerly responding to his advances, with the sound of slurping resounding.
Lin Hao's hand tugged at her dress, slowly sliding it down, unclasping the lace bra at the back, and once the bra loosened, two soft, snowy full breasts came into view.
The beauty CEO blushed shyly, instinctively reaching out to cover the two points at her chest, her pretty face flushed, like a ripe apple, yet her eyes were tender like water, presenting an inviting posture.
Lin Hao reached out to pull her hands away, revealing two enticing red buds standing proudly in the wind, resembling ripe cherries.
Lin Hao swallowed hard, extending his fingers to press gently on the red cherries, then releasing them as they sprang back up immediately.
Sprung up, then pressed down again, and sprung up once more, repeatedly feeling the elasticity of the red cherries.
"You're so bad! Stop playing with me!" Liao Jiarong blushed, feeling embarrassed.
Lin Hao gave a devilish smile, leaned down, opened his mouth, and took in the larger red cherry, gently sucking.
"Mm... Ah... Ah-ah-ah... Gentle... Can't take it..."
The beauty cried out at once, clearly stimulated by the tongue's wrapping and sucking, unable to bear it.
Under such stimulation, Liao Jiarong's hand also increased its force, squeezing the stick stronger, finding it hard as steel.
Lin Hao's other hand pressed onto her other tender breast, kneading fiercely, feeling the massive pressure, as if about to burst her enormous breasts, making Liao Jiarong cry out once more in pleasure.
At this moment, her body temperature steadily rose, and the desire in her heart kept surging, causing her delicate figure to twist like a beautiful snake.
"Mm... Ah... Feels so good! Harder..."
This beauty demon cried out incessantly, lost in pleasure.
Liao Jiarong felt her honey pot, where a trickling stream was flowing, seemingly wanting a man to take her.
Yet, she was still a woman, holding onto her final bit of dignity, embarrassed to initiate directly, thus continuously stimulating Lin Hao's stick.
Her other hand unbuttoned Lin Hao's shirt, revealing the broad, firm pectoral muscles within, along with the most alluring eight-pack abs below.
Lin Hao also took the opportunity to pull down her skirt, leaving the beauty in nothing but a purple thong, appearing even more enticing.
Purple represents a kind of chaos! Represents a kind of charm!
Lin Hao looked at the purple thong, reached down, pulled aside the panties, and ran his finger over her slit.
Then, gentle streams trickled from the gap, his finger lightly sliding through it, stimulating the beauty's tender flesh, causing her delicate body to tremble, involuntarily clamping her legs together.
However, Lin Hao wouldn't bother about her legs, instead forcefully delving into her honey pot, beginning his excavation.
"Mm... Ah... Ah-ah... Feels good..."
"Lin Hao, I want you... I need you..."
Liao Jiarong couldn't stand the stimulation, voicing her request for affection.
Lin Hao knew her desire had reached its peak, directly lifting her, taking his pants off, holding her delicate body, sitting between his legs.
Liao Jiarong clearly understood Lin Hao's intention, raising her behind slightly, grabbing the straight stick, aiming at her little haven, slowly descending.
The beauty slowly sat down, the stick pierced her delicate haven, causing her to tilt her head back, letting out a cheer.
Lin Hao felt his stick surrounded by her tight honey pot, then plunged to its depth, gritting his teeth hard, willing his stick to be even harder.
"Feels good, right?" Lin Hao grinned wickedly, his hands cradling her waist.
"Mm, feels so good... So big! So straight!"
Liao Jiarong's charming eyes were like silk, her face shy, her hands embracing his neck to support her delicate body.
The two masses on her chest directly pressed against Lin Hao's chest as she hugged Lin Hao, her body began to move up and down.
Lin Hao's hands held her round buttocks, lifting and dropping, feeling the joy of collision, seeming to pierce the beauty.
This continuous, vigorous pounding made the beauty cry repeatedly, transforming the room into a sea of joy.
She uttered happy moans of pleasure again, her delicate body arched slightly backward, the two peaks soaring like mountains, and taking a sudden rise, then falling again.
Accompanied by this undulating motion, the beauty's mouth issued waves of happy cries.
Just like that, up and down over a hundred times, Liao Jiarong was already drenched in fragrant sweat, clearly her stamina waning.
Lin Hao lifted and laid her horizontally on the sofa, looking at her already flushed delicate haven, held onto his stick, and drove it in hard.
Liao Jiarong felt the stick piercing directly, pressing against her floral heart, prompting her to cry out once more.