Tu Ya’s move left Zhang Hao sowhat at a loss, having no idea what to do next.
"Miss Tu, have you had too much to drink?"
Tu Ya hugged Zhang Hao’s head, pressing it between her breasts.
The natural fragrance of a woman’s body imdiately filled his nostrils, a scent that was nothing like the common rose.
"Answer , are mine bigger, or is it that colleague of yours?"
Zhang Hao struggled to lift his head from between Tu Ya’s ample bosom, his face a picture of indecision.
"I haven’t seen hers, how about I take a look next ti, then answer you?"
Tu Ya stood up, her face cold, not glancing at Zhang Hao as she buttoned up her blouse by herself.
"Are you not up to it? You look quite strong, didn’t expect you to be so rubbish at this."
Zhang Hao’s eyes widened in shock; this was the first ti soone had said he was inadequate, and this he could not tolerate!
"Miss Tu, you really shouldn’t jump to conclusions; you haven’t even tried out."
Tu Ya glanced at the bulge in Zhang Hao’s pants. Indeed, it was quite swollen, but that didn’t prove a thing.
Intending to touch up her makeup, Tu Ya paid no heed to Zhang Hao beside her.
Before she could even open her makeup bag, a large hand suddenly grabbed her arm and yanked her forcefully.
Caught off guard, Tu Ya let out a cry of surprise, her face pressed against Zhang Hao’s crotch.
Tu Ya tried to stand up, but found her head pressed down by a hand and couldn’t lift it at all.
After a brief struggle, she discovered the zipper was already undone.
"How about that, big enough?"
Zhang Hao’s voice ca from above her head.
Tu Ya barely lifted her head, managing a smile, and then pulled Zhang Hao’s at stick out from its confines.
Without waiting for instructions, she opened her mouth and took it in.
With just that one action, Zhang Hao knew Tu Ya was experienced; her warm tongue licked and teased the tip.
And then she swallowed it whole, down to the depth of her throat.
After a few strokes, Tu Ya sat up straight. Although the hotel was right before her eyes, she made no move to go down.
She unbuttoned her shirt and deftly stripped it off, her large breasts swaying seductively before Zhang Hao’s eyes.
"Quick, grab my tits, and do it hard, or it won’t feel good!"
Tu Ya’s forthrightness made Zhang Hao sowhat passive, but he followed her command regardless.
His hands played and grabbed at her flesh, the round globes deforming under his touch.
"Mmm... ah... so good."
As Tu Ya moaned, she shifted positions, spreading her legs wide and straddling Zhang Hao’s lap.
Suddenly, soone knocked on the car window. Zhang Hao turned to look and saw a burly man.
"Should we stop?" Zhang Hao asked Tu Ya for her opinion.
Instead of responding, Tu Ya simply lowered the window.
At that mont, she was topless, their actions too intimate, even indecent.
The big brother standing outside the door was stunned by the scene before him.
"Big brother, what is it?" Zhang Hao asked while continuing to knead Tu Ya’s breasts.
He even pinched the nipples between his fingers from ti to ti.
Tu Ya, cooperating, let out lascivious moans.
"You guys... never mind, carry on," the man said eventually.
Tu Ya smiled at the big brother and then raised the window.
However, that big brother kept lingering close by, glancing over at the car every few seconds.
"The windows are tinted; the people outside can’t see in."
After saying this, Tu Ya pressed down on Zhang Hao’s hand, applying force on her chest unfalteringly.
"Take off my... pants; it’s pretty wet down there already!"
Zhang Hao freed one hand, aiming straight for the spot, and pressed his finger hard against the fabric of her pants.
"Ah! Don’t... Mmm..."
After such brief stimulation, Tu Ya’s body softened.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Hao pulled down her soaked panties.
Once the pants were off, there was a pair of black underwear, clinging to Tu Ya’s round buttocks.
Zhang Hao’s hand swept over Tu Ya’s buttocks incessantly.
If her round ass were boiled eggs out of their shells, then Zhang Hao’s hands must be lychee peels.
"A little bit... Don’t just touch my ass!"
Zhang Hao was still hoping for a bit of foreplay on his end, but Tu Ya was in a much greater rush.
Deciding to forego it, he gave her round butt a hard squeeze, lifting his hand only to bring it down again sharply.
With a crisp slap, Tu Ya sprawled in Zhang Hao’s arms, letting out a sharp cry.
The car seed to tremble with it, and whether the big brother lingering outside noticed was anyone’s guess.
Zhang Hao pushed the underwear to the side and his fingers grazed Tu Ya’s slit.
It was indeed very wet.
Tu Ya, wrapping her arms around Zhang Hao’s neck, whispered in his ear, "Put it in, put your thing inside !"
In their previous encounters, Zhang Hao had always been the one in control, but this ti with Tu Ya, the roles were reversed.
"Miss Tu, you’re that horny? When was the last ti you did this?"
At this stage, Tu Ya was nearly in heat, answering whatever Zhang Hao asked.
"Last ti... it was a month ago, stop torturing , just put it in."
Zhang Hao pushed her underwear aside, positioning himself at her entrance.
With an upward thrust of his hips and a downward motion from her, they intimately joined together.
Zhang Hao hardly needed to exert himself because Tu Ya herself started to ride up and down.
And with each descent, she exerted force.
Seeing how bold and skilled Tu Ya was in this, Zhang Hao guessed she must have done this more than once with other n in the car.
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