"There’s no one else here, so what’s the issue if I touch it? Don’t you think this is thrilling? Co on, hurry up." Hao said.
With Zhang Hao’s coercion and temptation, He Qianhui had no choice but to cooperate.
"Really now, if you want to do it we could have stayed at ho. Why did you have to bring us to this desolate wilderness? What if soone sees us later? How would I be able to face people?" Qianhui protested.
Zhang Hao slipped his hand under He Qianhui’s clothing, first kneading her two large white stead buns through her bra.
At the sa ti, he said, "What’s the big deal if soone sees? They can’t join in anyway. Believe it or not, I’d dislocate his arms and legs first."
At those words, He Qianhui couldn’t help but chuckle, "You’d dislocate others? Be careful that you don’t exhaust yourself to death later."
"But if you really want to do it here, I’ll indulge you this once. Who told you I like you," Qianhui said.
After finishing her words, He Qianhui turned around and squatted down to start unbuttoning Zhang Hao’s trousers.
With her sudden change in attitude, Zhang Hao was naturally overjoyed.
However, he also looked around carefully, making sure there were no other people nearby. If they were actually seen, it would be hard to explain.
After all, doing such a thing in a place like this was too damaging to social mores.
Having taken off her underwear, He Qianhui pressed her face against it.
"Last night, this thing of yours kept hard against , making not sleep well," she complained.
"Really? I had no idea," Zhang Hao said.
He Qianhui rolled her eyes at him and then began to gently stroke with her hand.
"It’s weird, it gets hard when you say so and soft when you say so. How exactly do you control it?" Qianhui asked, genuinely curious. After all, as a woman, she didn’t have such equipnt.
She wanted to know if the stiffness could actually be controlled at will.
"Getting hard when asleep is a normal physiological response," he explained.
"Getting hard when awake is due to desire taking over, like right now. It’s hard because you’re exciting , and I want to fuck you."
Upon hearing that, He Qianhui’s cheeks flushed once again.
"Can’t you stop talking about ? It’s your dirty thoughts. You always want to share the bla."
"Hurry up, stop using your hand, use your mouth," Hao urged.
He Qianhui sighed, opened her mouth, and took the whole of Zhang Hao’s thing inside.
After a series of movents, Zhang Hao let out a long sigh of relief, "That’s nice. Your technique is getting better and better."
"I wonder what I’ll do if I can’t enjoy such good skills in the future?"
When Zhang Hao said this, he hadn’t thought much about it, until He Qianhui pinched him hard on the flesh of his waist.
"What are you talking about? What do you an by ’if you can’t enjoy it in the future’? Are you hoping for an accident where I die?" Qianhui snapped.
Zhang Hao certainly didn’t wish for such accidents.
"Of course not. I hope you stay forever young, always full of energy, always a horny slut," he replied.
Horny slut!
The mont those two words left his mouth, He Qianhui felt herself getting wetter between her legs.
"Don’t talk about that way."
"What, did I say sothing wrong? Aren’t you a horny slut? If not a slut, then a bitch," Hao teased.
Frowning, He Qianhui couldn’t believe that being verbally insulted by Zhang Hao would elicit such a strong response from her body.
"You see, stop talking. If you go on, my pants will get completely soaked," she warned.
Hearing that, Zhang Hao imdiately perked up, pulling He Qianhui up—and not just pulling her up, but also lifting one of her legs.
"Is that so? Let check."
He reached out to touch, and there was not a bit wet.
Through the fabric of her pants, he poked upward with his fingertip before kneading the area at the triangle.
"Really? How co it’s not wet yet? I think you’re just not wet enough. Should I insult you a bit more? Hao said provocatively.
He Qianhui shook her head repeatedly, unable to withstand Zhang Hao’s verbal humiliation.
She knew she had a kink where the dirtier the insult, the stronger her body’s reaction would be.
But she was too embarrassed to explain to Zhang Hao.
That would’ve been like degrading herself too much.
The two were here, all lovey-dovey.
Several more tourists arrived at the small hill.
A quick glance revealed there were probably seven or eight people, a mix of n and won.
They must be from a small company’s team-building outing or simply friends out for a relaxing ti.
Or it could be students out on an excursion.
As they were passing by, Zhang Hao yanked He Qianhui’s pants down.
Seeing the black thong she wore underneath.
Zhang Hao knew that He Qianhui had been prepared, ready to have a wild ti right here.
"You said yesterday not to bully you, but now you’ve already changed into your outfit, or is it you don’t want to do you?"
He Qianhui, leaning against a tree and bending over, said, "Stop it, wait till they’re gone and then..."
Before He Qianhui could finish speaking, Zhang Hao had already torn off her thong.
In the instant those tourists passed by, he thrust his already rock-hard mber inside her.
The mont he entered her, He Qianhui felt a level of satisfaction she had never experienced before.
This sense of fulfilnt far surpassed the feeling in a hotel or at ho.
"Wait, go easier, I... I can’t take it."
Seeing He Qianhui pleading repeatedly, Zhang Hao showed no intention of stopping.
"How could I possibly stop now? If I did, how uncomfortable would you be? I’m going to go harder."
Having said that, Zhang Hao began his relentless thrusting, with He Qianhui’s hands tightly clutching the tree in front of her.
To keep her body stable.
Not until the group of tourists had gone so distance did He Qianhui finally breathe a sigh of relief.
At least she hadn’t lost control and scread out loud as those people passed by.
Zhang Hao pressed his body against her, whispering in He Qianhui’s ear.
"When those people were passing just now, why didn’t you scream? Don’t tell you weren’t enjoying it."
To play along with Zhang Hao, He Qianhui let out a couple of fake moans at that mont.
But these two moans were nowhere near satisfactory for Zhang Hao.
He raised his hand and smacked her bottom hard, the crisp sound traveling far.
On hearing this, He Qianhui panicked for so reason.
"What are you doing!"
"What do you an what am I doing? Of course, I’m doing you. Admit it, you are a slut who ca here just for a fuck," Zhang Hao said.
He Qianhui glanced around to make sure there was no one else besides the two of them.
Only then did she answer: "Yes, I am a slut. I ca here to hike just to be fucked by you. Are you satisfied now?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao revealed a pleased smile, but his words continued to show dissatisfaction.
"That’s not enough, say you’re my bitch?"
He Qianhui hesitated for just a second or two, but in those seconds, Zhang Hao’s thrusting intensified significantly, almost splitting her open.
"Yes, yes, yes... Ah, ah, I am... I am your bitch, a bitch that needs it, I love being fucked by you."
Halfway through, Zhang Hao suddenly changed his mind and took out a new toy from his bag.
The battery was fully charged. He inserted it into He Qianhui and ordered her not to remove it until absolutely necessary.
He Qianhui felt extrely distressed, not having been satisfied by being fucked, and now she had to endure the tornt brought on by this little toy.
"Hao, can you stop torturing ? Since you like doing it here, why don’t we go all the way? This little toy won’t solve anything," He Qianhui pleaded.
"Of course I know this little toy won’t solve anything, that’s why I want you to keep bearing it until you can’t stand it anymore and beg to do you," Zhang Hao replied.
Hearing that this was Zhang Hao’s intention, He Qianhui was on the verge of crying out in frustration.
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