By the time Zhou Xueqin came offstage, not even five minutes had passed.
"Thud thud thud…"
In private room 305, where Chen Dashan was, someone knocked on the door. He got up and opened it to find Zhou Xueqin in a white dress, holding up her skirt with both hands and standing breathlessly at the door.
Gulping for air, her breasts rose and fell dramatically with each breath.
Chen Dashan smiled, reached out to grab Zhou Xueqin's wrist, and dragged her into the room.
With a loud "bang!" he locked the door of the private room, pulled with his right hand, and Zhou Xueqin was dragged into his arms, looking charming and delicate.
Chen Dashan, aflame with desire, roughly pinned Zhou Xueqin against a corner wall, his burning hands kneading her large breasts forcefully.
They felt firm and tight.
