Song Guanchao's face twitched; if it were another man, he would probably hide out of shame from her disdainful look and tone.
His embarrassed and furious demeanor amused Qu Xiangru.
She shook her waist and said, "Why did it go soft?"
Damn!
What man could endure such provocation?
Song Guanchao turned over and lifted her effortlessly; her body folded, with her beautiful legs almost touching his shoulders.
"He who laughs last laughs best!"
Song Guanchao snorted, bowed his head to suck on her neck, soon leaving a hickey.
He thrust intensely, like a pile driver.
Qu Xiangru was half-draped over him, unable to move, like a doll being used for his release.
She bit her lip tightly, unwilling to make a sound.
Song Guanchao quietly huffed, wondering how long she could hold out.
He took a few steps forward and pinned her against the wall.
Ultimately, even the best laid plans can falter, and soon Qu Xiangru's lips parted, releasing repressed sounds that she couldn't suppress.
