Chapter 251: Chapter 249 Intoxicated
Under Zhang Hao’s repeated questioning, He Qianhui tried hard to think.
"It seems like he adjusted his sitting position a few times."
As soon as Zhang Hao heard this, he instantly felt aroused.
"Next time you go to our hospital, remember to wear something looser, preferably those that don’t show your figure, understand?"
He Qianhui found his suggestion a bit strange: "Why, I have such a good figure, why should I wear loose clothes, are you jealous?"
Zhang Hao didn’t speak, and he began to invade He Qianhui’s private space through the clothes.
"Hao, Hao, stop it."
While enduring, He Qianhui also resisted, but her resistance was just a turn-on for Zhang Hao.
"Let me feel if you’re wet down there?"
The tight hip-hugging skirt was suddenly pulled up to her waist by Zhang Hao.
Flesh-colored stockings wrapped around He Qianhui’s thighs.
With a ripping sound, Zhang Hao tore the innocent stockings apart.
"Hao, those stockings were expensive."
"Expensive? I’ll buy you a few more pairs to wear another day."
With the stockings torn, the only thing left blocking Zhang Hao was a pair of black panties.
However, such a garment was not an obstacle for Zhang Hao at all.
Rubbing over the panties at the woman’s most sensitive spot was even better.
It was dry at first, but soon became soaked through Zhang Hao’s rubbing.
"Look, I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already wet here."
He Qianhui bit her lip, her breathing started to get heavy.
Her body lost control and slumped in Zhang Hao’s arms.
"You’re always like this, but I really like it."
While saying this, He Qianhui began to rub her buttocks back and forth against Zhang Hao’s crotch.
Her round buttocks were very elastic, making Zhang Hao’s Golden Cudgel stand erect after a couple of twitches.
Accompanied by He Qianhui’s heavy breathing, Zhang Hao also freed himself from his constraints.
The two simply began their battle in the living room.
He Qianhui’s gentle and soft body met Zhang Hao’s rough and wild motions, creating a stark contrast.
Before all this, He Qianhui had never imagined that she could have such a blissful life.
The current her was truly like the female protagonist in those adult movies, whether it was the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, balcony, or anywhere else. As long as it didn’t disturb others, she could do this sort of thing.
He Qianhui held Zhang Hao’s face, quietly looking at him.
"Hao, can we make it a bit more exciting?"
Zhang Hao’s interest was piqued instantly: "How do you want to spice it up?"
"How about the two of us go to the countryside tonight, find a place where there are fewer people?"
Zhang Hao was overjoyed, he pulled He Qianhui up from the couch, and made her get dressed.
But the stockings that had been torn could not be worn again, so He Qianhui found another unopened pair from the wardrobe.
After changing, she followed Zhang Hao out the door, and once in the car, Zhang Hao relayed a little incident from the afternoon to He Qianhui.
"That’s incredible, she actually gave that to you. Nowadays, girls are becoming more and more open, not shy at all."
"You say that as if you are shy. Adding up the toys in your drawer, you must have twenty or thirty, right?"
He Qianhui bowed her head in silence, but her blushing profile showed her shyness.
A few seconds later, He Qianhui retorted.
"How old is she and how old am I? Haven’t you heard that women at thirty are like wolves, at forty like tigers, and at fifty can suck dust off the floor?
"I’m not far from thirty now, a bit strong in desire, that’s still reasonable, right?"
Zhang Hao was very satisfied with He Qianhui’s response.
He then asked her to unbutton her top, revealing a white low-cut camisole underneath.
"What for?"
"Take off your bra."
He Qianhui could hardly contain her excitement, and hurriedly sat in the passenger seat, removing her underwear from underneath.
With that off, she was left essentially nude underneath.
The only thing left to cover her was that thin little camisole.
Just then, Zhang Hao freed one hand.
Fortunately, the road was not busy at night. Leaning back in his seat, Zhang Hao steered with one hand while the other reached for He Qianhui’s softness.
He even pulled that softness out from underneath the camisole.
Seeing this, He Qianhui quickly covered up with her clothes.
"No one can see us late at night."
He Qianhui frowned as she watched her most prized assets being toyed with by Zhang Hao.
A mix of resentment and excitement tangled within her.
If he played with her, then she could also play with his.
He Qianhui reached out as well, fumbling over Zhang Hao’s crotch.
She had thought Zhang Hao would be nervous, but to her surprise, he unzipped his trousers and pulled his thing out.
This left He Qianhui at a loss for a moment.
"You really are too daring."
"Daring, huh? Compared to you, I’m just so-so."
"Now you’re speaking English to me."
He Qianhui grasped his lifeline with one hand, and Zhang Hao frowned.
Luckily, she didn’t hold on for long.
"If you keep teasing me, I’ll have to make you scream for mercy in a bit."
He Qianhui was not the least bit scared. In fact, she was eager for Zhang Hao to put in more effort on her.
"Are we going to do it in the car later, or on the roadside?"
"Where do you want to?" Zhang Hao asked for He Qianhui’s preference.
"I could do it anywhere, or I could just bend over the hood, and you take me from behind. But I’m afraid someone might pass by on this road."
"So what if someone passes by? Wouldn’t it be nice for them to see you so spirited?"
After saying that, Zhang Hao didn’t forget to give He Qianhui’s softness a firm squeeze.
Under the stimulation of his fingertips, He Qianhui’s red cherries also stiffened.
The flimsy white camisole couldn’t cover them at all, especially the thin straps over her shoulders.
At first glance, it looked like her buttocks couldn’t support such heavy things.
Finding a junction, Zhang Hao also worried that someone might pass by on that road.
So he found a relatively secluded place and drove the car in.
From that position, they could hear the sound of traffic passing by on the road.
Yet they were not likely to be found immediately.
Running this far just to do such a thing, He Qianhui thought it was quite crazy.
Zhang Hao carried her out of the passenger seat, and during the process, He Qianhui felt both nervous and scared.
She occasionally glanced over at the asphalt road beside them.
"Don’t worry, after nine o’clock, there’s basically no one on this road. Can we start now?"
He Qianhui thought to herself, since they had come all this way, it would be a pity to do nothing.
She turned around, squatted down quickly, and undid Zhang Hao’s belt.
They had already been feeling it before they even reached this place.
By now it was dry tinder meeting a flame, with no chance of going out.
Zhang Hao pressed He Qianhui’s head with both hands, thrusting his hips up and down.
He was practically dying to stuff his big thing all the way into her mouth.
He Qianhui actually loved this feeling, utterly intoxicated.
