Chapter 94: Chapter 93: Battle for Three Days and Nights
Chapter 93: Battle for Three Days and Nights
What that thing was for, Zhang Hao naturally didn’t elaborate, but in the end Mrs. Qian told him it was on the shelf in the bathroom.
Zhang Hao turned and went to search, quickly brought back a razor, and also held a bar of white soap in his hands.
That soap, dampened with water, frothed up after a few rubs in his hands.
Zhang Hao used the razor to cut through the thong Mrs. Qian was wearing.
Without the constraint of the thong, Mrs. Qian felt that the last shred of cover was gone.
In this moment, she was completely exposed, having let him see her entire body.
Zhang Hao commanded Mrs. Qian not to close her legs, but to open them at the widest angle possible.
Then, he smeared the foam from the soap on Mrs. Qian’s vulva, soaking it for a moment before.
He controlled the razor in his hand, meticulously removing the black hairs in the pubic area one by one.
The hair wasn’t dense to begin with, so it didn’t take too long to remove.
But such an act made Mrs. Qian experience a level of shame she had never felt before.
She had undergone hair removal before, but that was for wearing a bikini to the beach.
If two strands of hair peeked out while wearing a bikini, it would be quite embarrassing.
But it was her first time shaving there clean for such an intimate act.
What’s more, it was a man doing the shaving—this man whom she had only met three times.
In her heart, there was trepidation as well as excitement.
Zhang Hao fetched a wet towel and wiped the pubic area clean of foam and the shaved hairs.
However, Zhang Hao noticed that the more he wiped, the wetter it became, and couldn’t help joking, "Mrs. Qian, seems like your drain is broken, looks like you need something to plug it up."
Mrs. Qian kept her eyes closed, still trying to adjust to the provocative words Zhang Hao was saying to her.
Perhaps she was already aroused. Clearly, the words Zhang Hao spoke were quite proper.
Yet to her ears, they carried a significant force.
It made her private part gush and overflow.
"Doctor Zhang, don’t tease me anymore, I’m itching down there, weren’t you here to treat me?"
"Then give me a shot, just one will make me feel better."
As Zhang Hao drew closer, he realized that Mrs. Qian’s area didn’t have any unpleasant odor.
After shaving the hair, there was only a slit left.
Not like other women, with their vulvas exaggerated like batting butterfly wings.
This type of valley was mentioned in legends as one of the top ten sexual delights, which Zhang Hao had learned about while browsing through some not-so-decent content.
He had heard about such a ’single-thread’ vulva with countless twists and turns inside.
Any man who entered there would be entangled.
No matter how good his self-control, he couldn’t withstand such an exceptionally endowed thing.
But over the years, Zhang Hao had never encountered one.
Unexpectedly, today his luck was this good. Had he known Mrs. Qian possessed such a treasure,
he would not have left so abruptly that night; however, making use of it now wasn’t too late.
"Really? Just one shot, and your condition will stabilize, Mrs. Qian?"
Mrs. Qian nodded her head, but then she shook her head again; just one shot, she feared, might not suffice—it should probably take a few more.
"I’m not the doctor, how would I know what my body needs, how many shots are appropriate; you’re the doctor, you decide."
Zhang Hao smiled, dragged Mrs. Qian’s body to the edge of the bed, aligning her opening level with the edge.
Then he crouched down, moved up close, and extended his tongue to lick between those folds.
Mrs. Qian began to moan, obviously feeling her legs shake.
Then Zhang Hao used the tip of his tongue to part those folds, exploring deeper.
The honey trapped within those folds immediately poured out.
Mrs. Qian felt such an act was incredibly shameful; indeed, she didn’t want it this way, but couldn’t help herself against Zhang Hao’s arousing actions.
She too wished to control her desires, but it was futile.
Zhang Hao’s tongue moved upwards, ceaselessly licking, sucking, and nibbling at that fleshy pearl.
Mrs. Qian’s lustful moans, one higher than the next, continued without end; if the driver was still waiting outside at this time, he probably could hear them.
Just as Zhang Hao had imagined, the driver was smoking in the car with the window rolled down.
He could hear intermittent moans coming from the second-floor bedroom window.
Fortunately, this was a detached villa, hundreds of meters separating one from another.
But he was right downstairs.
Mrs. Qian’s cries were particularly clear and distinct.
Entirely different from that night, the driver couldn’t figure out what he lacked compared to Doctor Zhang.
They were both men, yet why could Mrs. Qian moan like this only when Doctor Zhang arrived?
That night, he had also given it his all.
He had even left his seed inside Mrs. Qian, but after everything was done, she had seemed somewhat unimpressed.
The driver didn’t get it, but as soon as he thought of Mrs. Qian’s voluptuous body, a bulge appeared in his pants.
Imagining himself as Zhang Hao, he fantasized about pinning Mrs. Qian onto the bed and pounding her hard.
He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, unbuckled his belt, and pulled out his member, stroking it in his hand.
After orally indulging Mrs. Qian for more than ten minutes, Zhang Hao finally withdrew.
He opened the condom packet and rolled it onto the middle and ring fingers of his left hand.
Before Mrs. Qian could recover from the previous ecstasy,
he rapidly inserted two fingers into her.
Once inside, he curved his fingertips upward, searching for that spot that women find irresistible.
Soon, Zhang Hao found it. Mrs. Qian grasped the bedsheets tightly, her mouth wide open.
Her body shuddered uncontrollably as Zhang Hao continuously stimulated that spot.
Mrs. Qian’s body rose to meet the movements of Zhang Hao’s hand.
A moment later, Mrs. Qian had ascended to the clouds.
But this was just foreplay, "Doctor Zhang, your skills are so profound, no wonder the girls from the Gu family can’t keep their hands off you."
"If it were me, I would also want to battle with you on this bed for three days and three nights."
Zhang Hao smiled faintly, stopped his hand movements, and withdrew his fingers from the flesh tunnel.
He removed the outer layer of the condom and tossed it into the trash can.
Mrs. Qian immediately felt an overwhelming emptiness and pleaded for Zhang Hao to insert the real thing.
No longer to use his mouth or fingers to stimulate her most sensitive spot as a woman.
Zhang Hao unbuckled his belt, commanding Mrs. Qian to kneel on the bed.
Hearing his order, Mrs. Qian immediately knew what he wanted and knelt by the bed, opening her mouth.
Zhang Hao didn’t say a word and thrust his manhood into Mrs. Qian’s mouth.
Experiencing the warmth and wetness of her oral cavity.
"How does it feel, Mrs. Qian?"
Struggling, Mrs. Qian barely raised her eyes and nodded.
Then Zhang Hao, holding her head, thrust forcefully into her throat.
At this moment, Mrs. Qian’s mouth had become a tool for Zhang Hao to vent his desires.
And the key point was, Mrs. Qian enjoyed it too.
Only after a dozen frenzied thrusts did Zhang Hao pull out.
Saliva dripped from the corners of Mrs. Qian’s mouth, falling to the edge of the bed, leaving a wet spot on the silk sheets.
Mrs. Qian’s eyes were hazy; she extended her tongue and greedily licked her lips, as if craving more!
That meat stick was just too delicious!
