Chapter 95: Chapter 94 The Dry Appearance
Zhang Hao had no idea that there were so many women like Mrs. Qian in the world.
So, watching her greedily staring at his junior, licking, sucking, and kissing, he was truly taken aback.
If the hospital’s leadership knew that this was how he was treating Mrs. Qian, would they also be shocked?
After Mrs. Qian had thoroughly licked Zhang Hao’s junior without missing an inch, she seemed like a starving ghost that had been hungry for days and nights.
"Is your tool hard enough now, can it be inserted?"
Zhang Hao looked down at his junior and ordered Mrs. Qian to turn around.
With her back turned, Mrs. Qian raised her buttocks high, pressed her shoulders down, forming an almost perfect right-angled triangle with the bed.
Her slightly parted legs caused the closely sealed crevice to open up a bit.
Zhang Hao could see glistening juices flowing out, and he used his fingertips to wander up and down in that crevice.
Mrs. Qian kept moaning lewdly on the bed.
"It feels so good, don’t stop; I want more."
"Doctor Zhang, stop playing and give it to me, I can’t take it anymore."
"I am a cheap woman who wants to be harshly fucked by a man’s junior."
The usually dignified Mrs. Qian was now utterly demeaning herself in front of Zhang Hao.
But this self-debasement was not an insult to Mrs. Qian; on the contrary, it aroused her inner desire.
Zhang Hao reached out to grab the flesh on her buttocks, sinking his five fingers into the flesh.
Mrs. Qian felt a slight pain and subconsciously twisted her buttocks, making her already exposed private parts even more eye-catching.
Zhang Hao let go, went to the window, and pushed a window open.
Seeing this, Mrs. Qian looked at Zhang Hao with a dazed gaze.
"Doctor Zhang, what are you doing?"
Zhang Hao whispered in Mrs. Qian’s ear, "The driver is outside, I guess it was the driver who satisfied Mrs. Qian last time, this time let him listen in."
Mrs. Qian did not deny it but couldn’t help giggling, twisting her buttocks again, and she even used one hand to spread one cheek of her buttocks apart, impatiently wanting Zhang Hao to hurry up and insert it.
Having reached this crucial point, Zhang Hao had no choice but to do it even if he didn’t want to.
With one hand on Mrs. Qian’s back and the other holding his junior, he plunged in forcefully.
The flesh hole was already slippery and steamy, and as the flesh rod slid in, it was immediately enveloped by the tender flesh inside.
Zhang Hao pounded fiercely again and again, and Mrs. Qian’s moans rose one climax after another.
The driver who had been eavesdropping downstairs imagined the scene of Doctor Zhang thoroughly fucking Mrs. Qian.
He couldn’t hold back, and the white liquid precisely sprayed onto the steering wheel.
The driver came to his senses in a second, took a few tissues, and wiped the dirt off the steering wheel completely.
But the sounds coming from the bedroom upstairs were simply irresistible.
Thinking that he too had once had an encounter with Mrs. Qian, having another one might not make a difference — at worst, he would lose this job.
With that thought, the driver hurried to pull up his pants and got out of the car.
It was only when he got out that he realized the window of the bedroom on the second floor was open, though he didn’t know when.
No wonder the sounds from upstairs were so much louder than before.
The driver pushed the door open and entered; the living room on the first floor was silent, so he followed the stairs to the second floor.
To the left was Mrs. Qian’s bedroom.
The bedroom door was open, with moans unceasing.
The driver quickened his pace and the moment he entered, he saw a man and a woman in the throes of passion.
Just then, Zhang Hao turned his head to look back.
But he wasn’t surprised by the driver’s appearance.
"Mrs. Qian, shall we play a game?"
By this time, Mrs. Qian, already lost in a whirlwind of emotions, hardly had any capacity to think.
While enjoying the thrusting from below, she nodded in agreement to Zhang Hao’s suggestion.
Suddenly, her vision went dark, Zhang Hao had covered her eyes with something.
Mrs. Qian felt a surge of unease as she lost her sight.
But then she reassured herself, considering she was in her own home—nothing too unexpected could happen.
Zhang Hao kept thrusting, initially with deep, forceful thrusts, gradually changing to a pattern of three shallow and one deep, and then to nine shallow and one deep.
Meanwhile, he signalled to the quietly approaching driver to strip down quickly.
Today, Mrs. Qian was going to have a threesome.
Zhang Hao gradually slowed his pace, and by the time the driver reached them, his "little brother" was already pitched like a tent.
"Your turn!"
The voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it, and Mrs. Qian had no clue.
The only difference was the intensity—it seemed not as strong as before.
Mrs. Qian thought Zhang Hao had started out too vigorously and was simply conserving his energy by slowing down.
But she gradually sensed something was amiss and was about to tear off the blindfold.
Suddenly, a hand lifted her chin.
"Open your mouth!"
Confused, Mrs. Qian obediently opened her cherry lips.
Before she could react, something was stuffed into her mouth—it felt like a rubber ball.
Mrs. Qian had an idea of what it was, but suddenly realized a problem.
The person giving her commands was Zhang Hao, he had just gagged her, so who was the person currently inside her?
Mrs. Qian struggled slightly, seemingly trying to escape, but Zhang Hao’s voice instead forcefully brought her to climax.
"Mrs. Qian, your moans have already attracted the driver over, and now he’s vigorously fucking your hole, letting him know you’re a woman unsatisfied."
Although Zhang Hao’s words were not explicitly crude, they hit right at Mrs. Qian’s point of shame.
Also, since the driver had already come once before, he wasn’t about to be satisfied again so soon.
So when Mrs. Qian reached another orgasm, her whole body went limp.
She became even more at the mercy of the driver.
"It’s rare to see Mrs. Qian like this, isn’t it? Don’t you want to pour all your energy into her now? Once this chance is gone, the shop will be closed."
The driver actually felt the same way; he had never met such a lustful woman before.
Supporting Mrs. Qian’s voluptuous buttocks, he continued to gyrate his waist.
In everyday life, she was lofty and dignified, yet that was all just a facade.
"Indeed, every woman in bed is the same—a picture of desperate need."
The driver thrust harder, treating Mrs. Qian as his tool for venting frustration.
However, far from being annoyed, Mrs. Qian only seemed more fulfilled.
Zhang Hao, standing in front of Mrs. Qian, watched her lewd expression and asked in a low voice.
"How about the driver’s performance this time?"
With a ball gag in her mouth, Mrs. Qian couldn’t utter a word, only managing muffled sounds.
"It seems Mrs. Qian is still not quite satisfied. Driver, haven’t you eaten?"
The driver glanced at Zhang Hao and reflected on the efforts Mrs. Qian made to be with him.
Being both men, what was the difference between the two of them?
