Chen Qiuwan nodded slightly, her cheeks blushing like juicy peaches. She dared not look at Chen Mo's face, a face both handsome and filled with masculine charm.
Although his eyes were covered, his fiery gaze symbolized a man who was undoubtedly a fierce warrior.
Plus, considering the visible half of his chin, it was clear that he could never be considered unattractive.
However, Chen Qiuwan couldn't understand why she felt an inexplicable familiarity.
Perhaps she was just being paranoid, Chen Qiuwan comforted herself.
"Do whatever you want," she told Chen Mo, "I've come here today and specifically requested you, which means I've understood all that needs to be understood. I just want to relax. It's up to you how you want to handle me; as long as you can make me relax, the tip will definitely be generous."
Upon hearing this, Chen Mo almost burst into laughter. This woman had indeed fallen into his trap,
having said that, he was fairly confident that he could make this woman bow down to him.
Chen Mo nodded, "Since that's the case, ma'am, then I shall begin. For now, I will start with a massage on the front. After I finish massaging the whole body, I will proceed with the steps to make you feel comfortable."
As he spoke, Chen Mo placed his hands on Chen Qiuwan's lower abdomen and slowly pushed upwards,
Chen Qiuwan felt his large hands exuding an extremely hot temperature, seeping into her body through each pore, bit by bit.
The sensation was as stimulating as it could get; Chen Qiuwan's legs involuntarily writhed.
Her body twisted like a water snake.
After massaging the upper body, Chen Mo's hands slowly moved toward Chen Qiuwan's thighs.
Chen Qiuwan had already acclimated to the stimulation, but when Chen Mo's hands slowly caressed the inner sides of her thighs, her body started to twist involuntarily again,
making Chen Mo clearly aware, with an internal chuckle, no wonder the reaction was so intense; Chen Qiuwan's most sensitive areas were mainly on the inner sides of the thighs.
Having understood this, Chen Mo no longer hesitated. He paid special attention to the inner sides of Chen Qiuwan's thighs, and after some effort, Chen Qiuwan finally couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at Chen Mo.
"I can't take it anymore, come on top, hurry and fuck me to death!"
Chen Mo was surprised.
He hadn't expected Chen Qiuwan's reaction to be much more intense than he imagined, which made him realize he could push the boundaries even further.
Chen Mo started to caress Chen Qiuwan's body slowly, his tongue as if possessing a special magical power.
When it reached that strategic spot, Chen Qiuwan's heart suddenly lurched in that instant, as if it had completely stopped beating.
She looked down incredulously and saw Chen Mo toiling away.
"Oh, yes, that's right, there, right there, yes, keep going~"
Chen Qiuwan's voice was almost hoarse, Chen Mo's head buried in that strategic area, mixed with an incredibly rich fluid, he was nearly suffocated.
Could this woman be trying to suffocate me to death?
Chen Mo couldn't help but think.
In order to relieve his current urgent need, he quickly switched his tongue technique to the Heart-Piercing Poisonous Dragon Drill, a move that truly made Chen Qiuwan quiver all over, losing her strength subconsciously, leaving her limp, finally freeing Chen Mo.
Chen Mo licked Chen Qiuwan clean from head to toe, leaving her panting and gasping, her full breasts heaving with her rapid breathing.
Just as Chen Qiuwan couldn't hold back any longer, Chen Mo gradually stopped.
The longer Chen Qiuwan repressed herself in her daily life, the fiercer she became at certain times, just like at this moment.
Chen Qiuwan, unable to bear her hunger any longer, began to tear at Chen Mo's clothes.
Soon, Chen Mo's clothes were completely ripped off.
Chen Qiuwan didn't stop there. She grabbed the waistband of Chen Mo's trousers and yanked them down fiercely.
The pants provided by the club were designed for the convenience of the guests, most of them without belts; a fierce tug and Chen Mo's huge and fearsome thing was abruptly in full view before Chen Qiuwan's eyes.
Even though Chen Qiuwan had been warned by her friends about the immense size Chen Mo possessed, when she actually saw this terrifying, sky-supporting dragon, she still couldn't help but stare in disbelief with her beautiful eyes wide open.
Her small mouth formed an 'o' shape.
"This is unbelievable, you don't look that big, but your endowment is even larger than those European and American men I've seen in movies!"
Chen Qiuwan couldn't help but compare the thickness, including the length, which was almost the same as her own forearm.
She hadn't expected Chen Mo to be so capable!
Thinking that his pants had already been pulled down, Chen Mo simply dropped all other thoughts.
He grabbed Chen Qiuwan's hair; he understood all too well what a woman like Chen Qiuwan was like, what she wanted.
Such women, who received no solace from their husbands, would crave someone to treat them roughly once their sexual desires arose.
Her scalp was suddenly pulled, and it felt like every strand of hair was sending a snapping sound, but strangely, the usually stern and indifferent Chen Qiuwan didn't feel angry at all at the moment.
Instead, there was an indescribable, unclear sense of pleasure, so much so that her wetness became even more rampant.
"Your little brother is really killer, how, how do you make it so soul-snatching?"
Even just looking at Chen Mo's thing, Chen Qiuwan couldn't handle it.
She had thought about experiencing this enormity before, but that had only been in some movies.
She had seen many experiences and pieces of knowledge about it in movies.
She always believed that only Europeans and Americans could have such an endowment, but now seeing it with her own eyes, she realized it was her own shortsightedness.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Chen Qiuwan kept shouting loudly.
She seemed as if she truly couldn't bear this kind of stimulation.
She felt herself being pushed to the pinnacle in that instant, a kind of comfort she had never before experienced.
It had been so many years, so many years since she had experienced a man, and when facing others in the past, she always kept herself well-concealed.
She was a guidance director, with all kinds of demands on herself; her husband could have affairs, but she couldn't do the same things as her husband.
That was the standard she held for herself.