She Picked Up A National Bigshot On A Stormy Night - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Is It Okay Here?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

With the romantic ambiance that his piano song had created earlier, the amorous atmosphere between the two of them continued to intensify.

Pei Jing skillfully sucked on Ling Han’s soft lips. The tip of his tongue pried open her teeth and he easily stuck his tongue into her mouth.

He caught the tip of Ling Han’s tongue. It was smooth, tender, and sweet. It was like jelly with a hint of sweetness. It was the taste of the champagne from earlier.

Pei Jing was mesmerized by the moist and soft feeling. The two kissed until they were short of breath. When they couldn’t breathe anymore, they reluctantly let go of each other.

Pei Jing pressed the tip of his nose against Ling Han’s. “Miss, is it okay here?”

Ling Han raised her head and looked around. At this moment, her body was also burning with desire. All the entrances and exits were locked by her. No one could enter.

More importantly, there were no cameras behind the two of them. The one in front of them could also be blocked by the tall piano in front of them.

“Sure. But be careful. Use the piano to block us, or else we’ll be caught on camera.”

“Okay. Then I’ll play another song for you, Miss.”

“Dong –”

Pei Jing pressed down on the piano keys and hugged Ling Han’s waist. He turned their positions around and changed it to a position where she was on top and he was below. He sat on the piano stool by himself and tapped on the piano keys with one hand. The sound of the piano continuously rang out, and the atmosphere between the two of them was hot.

Ling Han lowered her head. She held Pei Jing’s lower abdomen with one hand and untied his pants with the other hand. She held onto Pei Jing’s meat stick and pressed it against her nether regions.

Before the meat stick was inserted, Ling Han could already feel the hot temperature on the head of Pei Jing’s meat stick. Fortunately, her nether regions were flooded earlier when she was aroused from their kiss. She was wet enough.

After pointing the head of his meat stick at the right spot, Ling Han’s body sank slightly. She didn’t need to use much strength and she already saw her narrow entrance swallowing Pei Jing’s meat stick inch by inch.

Ling Han’s lower body was filled up by his meat stick. She raised her head and unknowingly let out a moan, “Mmm…”

“Miss…”

The sound of piano keys kept ringing in their ears. At this moment, this sound was like a catalyst for s*x, making the two of them even more excited.

Ling Han tightened her grip on Pei Jing’s meat stick and moved her b*ttocks back and forth. The large and hard head of his meat stick followed her movements in her small entrance, thrusting and hitting various parts of her v*ginal wall.

The pleasure kept intensifying, and this feeling was exceptionally enjoyable. Ling Han’s movements unknowingly increased, and the head of his meat stick in her small entrance also poked harder into her.

The pleasure they felt continued to grow, and the lustful fluids in Ling Han’s v*gina became more and more turbulent. Her slender and tender waist swayed gently, and she would raise her petite b*ttocks and then sit down again, the frequency of that action becoming faster and faster.

Ling Han’s long and soft hair quivered in front of her chest as she moved up and down, making her skin look even fairer and more delicate.

Today, she was wearing an expensive and form-fitting gown. Ling Han didn’t wear a bra. Instead, she stuck n*pple patches on her n*pples. At this moment, as she moved, the two large lumps of soft flesh on her chest continued swaying along with her.

Pei Jing raised his hand and held onto one side of her soft and tender br*asts. The soft and tender flesh was kneaded into various shapes in his hand.

Pei Jing’s other hand held Ling Han’s waist and moved her up and down.

Every time she went down, he would use a lot of force and smash his meat stick into her. Not long after, Ling Han faintly felt that she could not stand it any longer.

“Ah-mm… slow… slow down…”