Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets! Chapter 539 - 367.2

I helped you out, you’re a single woman who’s been out "working" before, how else could you repay ? Of course, let play with your body! Won will always say no! But sotis, won don’t really have the right to refuse.

This "possibility" invaded Zhang Chen’s mind, making him restless and depressed. He couldn’t shake off the agitation, so he turned it into sexual desire.

He didn’t kiss Sister Qian directly on the lips; instead, he pecked and licked her forehead, nose bridge, cheeks, dripping his saliva as he kept lting away her already weak body. anwhile, both his hands couldn’t keep quiet either, and started to unbutton the front of her sweater.

"No... don’t... stop..." Sister Qian was still weakly resisting. But that slight twisting, besides sending her breasts up to Zhang Chen’s palm and rubbing against him, didn’t seem to an much else.

So soft, so nice— even through her clothes, just stroking Sister Qian’s breasts made Zhang Chen deeply satisfied. He deliberately went slow, one button, and then another... He savored the sexy, helpless split of her clothes as each button ca undone and also enjoyed the conquering sensation of her plump flesh brushing against his hand. One button, and then another... When every button was undone, inside was a tight satin shaping camisole, and it was pink-purple too. That delicate, thin fabric clung tightly to Sister Qian’s body, fitting perfectly with every curve of her skin, even the little flower-trimd lace across her shoulder blade looked like it was growing on her flesh. Not to ntion, the camisole’s neckline was round and low-cut, and inside, her bra hugged two full breasts, sandwiching a deep, pale cleavage that was already on display through the neckline.

What a gorgeous bra... It was a light blue lace bra, a three-quarter cup so the side of her breast was fully exposed. The blue lace embroidered intricate patterns, and between them, the padding was skin-colored. There seed to be a bit of sweat, mixed with a slight milky aroma... Zhang Chen couldn’t help himself, grabbed Sister Qian’s breast and started kneading hard, shifting the bra to rub her pale breasts and toy with those two nipples.

"Ah..." Sister Qian instinctively grabbed Zhang Chen’s wrist, but her feeble strength was nowhere near enough to stop him: "Please... no!!! Stop!!! Don’t!!! Lin lin... will hear..."

Zhang Chen, panting, bent down and left his saliva all over her chest and cleavage as he kept tugging off Sister Qian’s sweater, which was barely hanging on:

"Sister Qian... your... breasts... are so beautiful. Don’t hold back, let ... ah... play with them... If you won’t let ... ah... ah... it’s a total waste..."

He rambled as he stripped off the sweater and her easily-tugged wool dress, tossing them aside in no ti. At this mont, Sister Qian was in a pink-purple skin-tight shaping camisole, a pale blue lace bra at the chest, her lower half wrapped in a pair of gray-black tights, hugging her fleshy hips, and underneath, a blue lace panty under the netting. Even after so many years, Sister Qian’s body still carried the unique charm of Flower dia Street, and all that thin, gauzy lingerie, instead of hiding, did more to accentuate her curves.

Zhang Chen greedily caressed every inch of her, leaving scratch marks—he loved feeling his fingertips, through the lingerie and tights, leaving filthy trails across the woman who haunted his dreams. Sister Qian’s tits were so warm, her thighs so smooth, her ass so round, and her pussy had such a scent...

Yu Xueqian, too, couldn’t forget that primal feeling from Flower dia Street. Soon, being violated and fondled made her resistance turn slowly into compliance... Even her nails were digging into Zhang Chen’s back. Her "no" and "stop" and "let go" had already blurred, sounding more like a plea for gentle attention than real protest.

But Zhang Chen felt wild today, like so fierce animal running around inside him. He kissed Sister Qian’s lips, neck, and breasts with tenderness, but couldn’t help getting rough with her, clutching and playing hard with her ass cheeks, even slapping them with a loud "smack."

"Ah..." As if jolted by the slap, her ass trembled with ripples that drove the man crazy, but Sister Qian herself had slipped into a half-crazed state, letting out a wanton moan she couldn’t hold back. But it was too loud... Yu Xueqian’s face instantly turned pale, tears slipped down her cheeks as she bit her lip, desperately suppressing herself... Her greatest fear was that her daughter in the next room would hear.

Seven years of dostic life had tied down this once famous mom from Flower dia Street with family bonds and responsibility. Zhang Chen, though, felt none of that—he couldn’t care less what his niece next door thought. Driven by his wild craving, just imagining that barely-developed niece overhearing her mother’s frenzied moans was another kind of thrill... Still, he wouldn’t push his sister-in-law to that point; panting, he kept stripping her underwear while whispering in her ear to ss with her mind:

"Sister Qian... Just go along a little, and I’ll be gentle... Lin lin can’t hear. If you keep fighting ... really make noise, that’s when Lin lin will really hear. It’s okay... it’s okay... just let your little brother... play with you... I know you want it too... so beautiful... Sister Qian, your body is so fucking sexy... I think about you day and night... even in prison, I dread of having you. Give yourself to ..."

"Sis... your tits sll so sweet..."

"Sis... your ass slls so good..."

"Sis... touch here, I’m so fucking hard..."

"Sis... your pussy... is wet too..."

"Sis... even your bra is hot..."

"Sis..." "Sister Qian... Just go along a little, and I’ll be gentle... Lin lin can’t hear. If you keep fighting ... really make noise, that’s when Lin lin will really hear. It’s okay... it’s okay... just let your little brother... play with you... I know you want it too... so beautiful... Sister Qian, your body is so fucking sexy... I think about you day and night... even in prison, I dread of having you. Give yourself to ..."

"Sis... your tits sll so sweet..."

"Sis... your ass slls so good..."

"Sis... touch here, I’m so fucking hard..."

"Sis... your pussy... is wet too..."

"Sis... even your bra is hot..."

"Sis..." "Sister Qian... Just go along a little, and I’ll be gentle... Lin lin can’t hear. If you keep fighting ... really make noise, that’s when Lin lin will really hear. It’s okay... it’s okay... just let your little brother... play with you... I know you want it too... so beautiful... Sister Qian, your body is so fucking sexy... I think about you day and night... even in prison, I dread of having you. Give yourself to ..."

"Sis... your tits sll so sweet..."

"Sis... your ass slls so good..."

"Sis... touch here, I’m so fucking hard..."

"Sis... your pussy... is wet too..."

"Sis... even your bra is hot..."

"Sis..."