[Urban] The Drunken Fragrance of the Mortal World II - 13-15

Manager Zhou Menglong, who was in charge of the 278th Yu Ru

, never expected that such a good thing would happen. After returning to the Jiangdu City Discipline Inspection Commission, he not only got to taste Sun Li's beautiful body, but also won over Sun Li's mother. Aunt Qiu's romance and openness delighted Zhou Menglong. Although Aunt Qiu was nearly ten years old, Zhou Menglong felt that after tasting her, he had become somewhat infatuated with this bold, alluring, and charming woman. Only Zhou Menglong himself knew the true feeling behind it.

A week had passed since Zhou Menglong returned to the Jiangdu Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. During this week, having been apart from Qian Nan, Liu Yumei, and the others for so long, Zhou Menglong spent almost every night with several women. While with Qian Nan, Zhou Menglong suddenly remembered Qian Feilan's promise to him and told her about it. Qian Nan was intrigued, and the two began plotting how to win Qian Feilan over and get her to share pleasure with them, thus achieving Zhou Menglong's goal.

Unfortunately, Wang Yuanhe's case was too large and involved too many people. Therefore, although the special investigation team had been disbanded, Qian Feilan's work couldn't be put aside for the time being. She had to work overtime until after midnight every night, returning home exhausted. Zhou Menglong and Qian Nan felt sorry for Qian Feilan, so they had to postpone their plan to take her back as their mother.

The Wang Yuanhe case greatly enhanced Zhou Menglong's reputation. With the encouragement of women like Qian Feilan, Guo Haiping, and An Lan, most of the credit went to Zhou Menglong. He was praised for his sharp intellect, decisive action, swift discovery of the key breakthrough in the investigation, his courage and eloquence in apprehending important witnesses, and his willingness to risk his life to obtain crucial evidence. As a result, Zhou Menglong's name is now known throughout the entire Discipline Inspection Commission system. Due to his significant contributions, he was promoted one level ahead of schedule to become the head of a powerful department. At the age of twenty-four, he achieved this position, making him arguably the first person in Jiangdu City to do so.

Zhou Menglong had an unexpected shrewdness. Since he became famous, many enterprises and institutions invited him to give reports. Of course, these institutions' invitations weren't just for reports; the shrewd CEOs had already realized that through Wang Yuanhe's case, Zhou Menglong had become a rising star in Jiangdu's municipal government, with unlimited potential. Cultivating a good relationship with Zhou Menglong now would allow these CEOs to leverage this connection for significant benefits in the future.

That day, Zhou Menglong was invited to give an anti-corruption lecture at a government agency. After finishing, it was already past 1 PM. Zhou Menglong declined the agency's offer to stay for lunch and left. However, seeing that it was still early and there wasn't enough time to return to the Discipline Inspection Commission, Zhou Menglong strolled around the streets, intending to go to the Commission for Discipline Inspection around dinnertime.

As Zhou Menglong walked, he looked up and saw several large, gleaming gold characters. He paused for a moment, then shook his head. "What's going on today? Why did we end up here?"

The gold characters read "Golden Lady Hotel." Zhou Menglong remembered that when he and Liu Yumei were on a case, the Changyang District Committee had hosted him here. This hotel was owned by Wang Yuanhe's wife, Zheng Yuru.

Looking at the gleaming gold characters, the image of a beautiful woman involuntarily surfaced in Zhou Menglong's mind. Although a long time had passed, Zhou Menglong still remembered the stunning beauty he felt when he first saw Zheng Yuru, and the gentle, delicate feeling when he took the opportunity to shake hands with her. Thinking of these memories, Zhou Menglong strolled towards the hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel entrance, Zhou Menglong was puzzled. The Golden Lady Hotel was one of the most upscale hotels in Jiangdu City, and its manager, Zheng Yuru, was a leading figure in the city's hotel industry. Normally, it was always packed, and without a reservation, it was impossible to find a table. But today, it was deserted. Only a few women in cheongsams stood there idly chatting. Upon seeing Zhou Menglong, these waitresses straightened up, but only casually said, "Good afternoon, sir. Welcome."

Seeing their attitude, Zhou Menglong became even more curious. He smiled and nodded to the waitresses before casually entering the Golden Lady Hotel. A woman in a black suit approached him, smiling politely, "Hello, sir. Are you dining here? How many people are in your party? Have you made a reservation?" "Hmm."

Zhou Menglong shook his head: "Miss, I'm not here for a meal. I'm here to see your General Manager, Ms. Zheng."

Hearing that Zhou Menglong was looking for Zheng Yuru, a slight change appeared on the beautiful woman's delicate face, but at this moment, her excellent professionalism was on full display. She picked up the walkie-talkie, turned around, whispered a few words, and then turned back to Zhou Menglong, saying, "Hello sir, our General Manager is currently in the manager's office on the second floor. Would you like me to take you up?"

Zhou Menglong shook his head and strolled up to the second floor. When he arrived at the door of the manager's office, he saw Zheng Yuru standing by the window in an evening gown. Her large, watery eyes were looking out the window, their light shimmering as if she were thinking about something. Zheng Yuru's hair was piled high, revealing a swan-like neck, which looked exceptionally noble from behind.

Beneath the sheer silk evening gown, Zhou Menglong could see Zheng Yuru's shoulder blades faintly, her slender waist, so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, exuding a mature feminine charm. Below her waist, her full, rounded buttocks, tightly encased in the gown, stretched high, tracing a graceful arc along her back.

Without even touching them, Zhou Menglong could feel the elasticity and warmth of Zheng Yuru's buttocks. The silk evening gown, like a second skin, clung to her buttocks, revealing their beautiful contours to him. At the same time, the silk fabric made her buttocks appear even smoother and more sensual—truly a masterpiece, enough to make any man's heart flutter.

Her long, straight legs stretched the fitted evening gown high, showcasing the beautiful contours of Zheng Yuru's legs to Zhou Menglong. Under the gown, Zhou Menglong felt that Zheng Yuru's legs looked so full and elastic, yet not voluptuous. They were neither too plump nor too thin. Through the thin evening gown, Zhou Menglong suddenly wondered if, without the gown, Zheng Yuru's legs would be as smooth as jade, pure white and flawless.

Although it was just her back to Zhou Menglong, Zheng Yuru's noble temperament, slender figure, and charming allure provided Zhou Menglong with an unparalleled visual enjoyment. At this moment, Zhou Menglong felt that Zheng Yuru was like a goddess. Seeing her, his heart couldn't help but feel calm. What a beautiful picture of a goddess lost in thought! Zhou Menglong admired Zheng Yuru's graceful back and couldn't help but secretly praise her in his heart.

Although he was somewhat reluctant to spoil this captivating scene, Zhou Menglong still walked to the manager's office and gently knocked on the door. Zheng Yuru turned around, and when she saw it was Zhou Menglong, a hint of surprise appeared on her delicate face. But immediately, she smiled and walked towards him: "Hello, Xiao Zhou, it's you! What brings you here? Are you here for dinner?"

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru extended her hand. Zhou Menglong saw that when Zheng Yuru smiled, it was like a spring breeze thawing the ice and a hundred flowers blooming, exuding an indescribable charm that made him feel as if he were bathed in a spring breeze. What was even more captivating was that as Zheng Yuru moved, her pair of full and firm breasts, tightly wrapped in her black evening dress, trembled, revealing a tempting spring color to him.

Seeing this, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but reach out and gently shake hands with Zheng Yuru. He felt that Zheng Yuru's hand was a little cold, a feeling that stirred his tenderness. Just as he was about to hold her hand tightly, Zheng Yuru smiled slightly, withdrew her hand, and walked towards the manager's office, softly saying, "Xiao Zhou, you're here. Come in and sit for a while."

Zhou Menglong saw that as Zheng Yuru moved, her round and pert buttocks, encased in a black evening gown, swayed from side to side. The evening gown was so tight that Zhou Menglong could almost see the rhythmic movement of the two mounds of flesh on Zheng Yuru's buttocks. Seeing this, Zhou Menglong gasped, as if drawn by an invisible temptation, and followed Zheng Yuru into the office.

Zheng Yuru gestured for him to sit, then gracefully turned and sat opposite Zhou Menglong. A secretary, noticing her guest, brought a cup of tea, placed it on the coffee table, and then withdrew. Observing Zheng Yuru so closely, Zhou Menglong felt his heart suddenly flutter.

Zheng Yuru's beauty was impeccable. Her long, oval face had flawless skin, large, bright eyes like the moon, her hair piled high, her forehead broad, her nose delicate, her cheekbones slightly raised, and her lips sensually thin—all these features combined to create a perfect picture, making her appear so noble, so elegant, and so charming.

Zhou Menglong could sense that behind Zheng Yuru's delicate, beautiful face and sweet smile lay a faint hint of resentment. It was this resentful expression that made Zhou Menglong feel so lovable. Yet, while her expression was approachable, it was also unapproachable. This feeling made Zhou Menglong feel flustered for the first time in front of such a beautiful woman. What was even more unsettling was that as Zheng Yuru sat down, the evening gown, which was already tightly wrapped around her legs, stretched even tighter. At this moment, Zhou Menglong could not only feel the elasticity and warmth of her legs, but he could also feel that these peerless legs were exuding an alluring aura towards him.

Zheng Yuru looked at Zhou Menglong and smiled faintly, "Xiao Zhou, whether you came to see me for a meal or for some other reason, I want to thank you."

As she said this, a hint of melancholy appeared on her delicate face, as if she had just remembered something. Zhou Menglong was slightly taken aback, not expecting Zheng Yuru, a business tycoon and the leading figure in the catering industry in Jiangdu City, to speak to him like this.

Zheng Yuru seemed to understand Zhou Menglong's confusion. After a slight smile, she said calmly, "Xiao Zhou, as someone who works in officialdom, don't you understand the saying 'the coldness of human relationships'? If you did, then you would know what I meant by thanking you."

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru opened her large, watery eyes and looked at Zhou Menglong meaningfully.

Hearing Zheng Yuru's words, and recalling the deserted entrance to the Golden Beauty store when he entered, Zhou Menglong suddenly realized that Zheng Yuru was Wang Yuanhe's wife. Although Zhou Menglong was kept in the dark, how could the people of Jiangdu City not know her identity? Just take Li Changyang's respectful attitude towards Zheng Yuru that day, for example. It was enough to show how glamorous Zheng Yuru's life was before Wang Yuanhe's downfall. To put it more bluntly, while Zheng Yuru was partly responsible for the Golden Beauty store's success, most people came because of Wang Yuanhe's influence.

Because the prices at Golden Beauty Restaurant are exceptionally high. Generally speaking, a meal for three or four people, with just a few dishes, would easily cost two or three thousand yuan. Despite the exorbitant prices, the restaurant was always packed. To put it bluntly, it was due to Wang Yuanhe's intangible influence. But now that Wang Yuanhe has fallen from power, his brand is no longer effective in Jiangdu City. So, who would be willing to spend two or three thousand yuan to eat here?

The reason Zheng Yuru spoke to him that way was because, since Wang Yuanhe, she had experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships. That's why she thanked him. Understanding the key point, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but smile slightly: "Sister Zheng, yes, you don't look much older than me, so I'll call you Sister Zheng. Sister Zheng, you don't need to thank me. I just had nothing to do today, and I wandered around and ended up here. Remembering that this place is yours, I came in to inquire, and when I heard you were here, I came up. As for anything else, to be honest, I didn't think too much about it."

Hearing Zhou Menglong say this, Zheng Yuru opened her big, watery eyes wide, and a half-smile appeared on her delicate face as she looked at Zhou Menglong. Zhou Menglong was captivated by Zheng Yuru's big, watery eyes... When her eyes started to tingle, Zheng Yuru murmured, "Xiao Zhou, you came here unintentionally, but weren't you afraid people would say you had a relationship with Wang Yuanhe when you walked in?"

Manager Zhou

Menglong smiled slightly, "Sister Zheng, none of that matters. To be honest, I was also involved in Wang Yuanhe's case. If I had a relationship with Wang Yuanhe, then why is he in prison?"

At this point, Zhou Menglong suddenly realized that he had essentially sent Wang Yuanhe to prison himself, yet he was now talking to his wife. This was somewhat inappropriate. Thinking about this, Zhou Menglong felt a little uneasy, and the atmosphere in the office suddenly became somewhat heavy.

Zheng Yuru seemed to know what Zhou Menglong was thinking: "Little Zhou, don't be shy. Wang Yuanhe brought this on himself. If you hadn't stepped forward, someone else would have taken care of him. I've been in the business for so long, do you think I don't understand this kind of thing? So, what I want to tell you is that no matter what you've done, once you're here, you're my guest, and I'll treat you warmly."

Zhou Menglong nodded, looking at Zheng Yuru's delicate face: "Sister Zheng, I can tell you're still a bit troubled by Wang Yuanhe's arrest, otherwise you wouldn't be so worried."

Hearing Zhou Menglong say this, Zheng Yuru's heart skipped a beat. The young man's eyes were unfathomable, as if he could see right through her, making Zheng Yuru suddenly feel lost and helpless in front of him.

Seeing that Zheng Yuru remained silent, Zhou Menglong smiled slightly again: "Sister Zheng, to be honest, seeing you like this really makes me feel sorry for you. I know it's a bit inappropriate for me to say this in this situation, but I still can't help but say it. You and Wang Yuanhe have been separated for ten years and basically have no relationship anymore, but why are you still affected by him now? I'm really not convinced. Fine, they're all afraid of being associated with Wang Yuanhe and dare not come here to eat, right? Okay, tomorrow, I'll invite some people over. I don't believe that someone will arrest me just because I'm having a meal here."

Hearing Zhou Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru's heart skipped a beat. She knew perfectly well that the young man had stared intently at her mature, alluring figure the moment he saw her. Today, however, she hadn't expected Zhou Menglong to come see her. But just as Zhou Menglong had suspected, her business was declining due to the Wang Yuanhe case, causing her great distress. Before, when Wang Yuanhe was in power, everyone who dined at her restaurant would respectfully address her as "Big Sister." Now, seeing her business dwindling, when she tried to call them to patronize her business, they either made excuses or simply didn't answer the phone. This made Zheng Yuru deeply aware of the fickle nature of human relationships.

However, Zheng Yuru hadn't expected that the first person to visit her after Wang Yuanhe's downfall would be this young man. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru felt a touch of warmth. So, although she knew Zhou Menglong had ulterior motives, she still received him. Unexpectedly, shortly after they began talking, Zhou Menglong's words revealed a hint of flirtation. This made the usually aloof and arrogant Zheng Yuru suddenly feel a little flustered.

But after hearing Zhou Menglong's next words, Zheng Yuru felt a surge of emotion. To be honest, in the past, because of her beauty, some people had made advances towards her, but upon learning she was Wang Yuanhe's wife, their attitudes immediately changed. Zhou Menglong's actions today, knowing the danger yet still venturing into the tiger's den, suddenly warmed Zheng Yuru's heart.

Looking at the goddess before him, a thoughtful expression appeared on her delicate, almost fragile face. Zhou Menglong smiled slightly, about to say something, when Zheng Yuru suddenly raised her head: "Xiao Zhou, I appreciate your kindness, but this society has its rules. You're still young, and you have a long road ahead of you. Don't let a small thing cause you to lose sight of the bigger picture. I'm already very grateful for your intentions, but as for inviting people here for dinner, I think we should forget about it."

Zhou Menglong became anxious: "Sister Zheng, that's not right of you, although..." "You and Wang Yuanhe are still husband and wife, but ten years ago, you had no relationship anymore. What, are you still afraid of something now? Let me tell you, you need to stand up straight and tell everyone that Wang Yuanhe has nothing to do with you, and Golden Beauty is yours. It's not illegal for them to come here to eat."

Seeing Zhou Menglong's somewhat agitated appearance, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt a chord in her heart. In her eyes, Zhou Menglong was just a young man, but at this moment, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt that every word he said seemed to have struck a chord with her, greatly reducing her resentment. Under this situation, Zheng Yuru suddenly laughed: "Yes, Xiao Zhou, you've reminded me. I am me, and he is him. Why should I bear the consequences for his affairs? Yes, I need to take the initiative. Invite people to dinner tomorrow. This meal is on the house, no matter how many people come, I won't charge them. As long as the name of Golden Beauty is promoted again, I'll consider this advertising."

Thinking of Zhou Menglong's status, inviting some... It wasn't difficult for people to come and eat, and in doing so, the Golden Hotel might be able to revive. Zheng Yuru was radiant, making her look even more stunning. Seeing Zheng Yuru's genuine smile, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but swallow hard: "Sister Zheng, I really didn't realize you

could be so charming when you smile." As he spoke, Zhou Menglong looked at Zheng Yuru's delicate face, wanting to see how she would react to his teasing remark.

Zheng Yuru's heart skipped a beat when she saw Zhou Menglong staring intently at her delicate, beautiful face. Her cheeks inexplicably flushed. Although she sensed Zhou Menglong's bold, teasing words, Zheng Yuru felt no aversion. Instead, a faint appreciation welled up within her. As if unable to meet Zhou Menglong's gaze, she lowered her head and said, "What's so beautiful about you? You're almost ten. Do you still have the right to talk about beauty?"

Seeing the shy, girlish look that suddenly appeared on her face under his teasing, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of excitement. His blood rushed to a certain part of his body, causing him to react in the presence of this beautiful and noble woman.

"Sister Zheng, look at what you're saying! If you weren't beautiful, all the women in the world would be ugly monsters. Look at your skin, you don't look like a 41-year-old woman at all! I think you're more like an 18 or 19-year-old! Really, Sister Zheng, look at your figure, it's incredibly alluring! A beauty like you walking down the street would get 100% attention! Sister Zheng, can't you feel it? Although your body isn't that of a young girl, it's more seductive than a young girl's. You're a woman, but you're more youthful than any woman. Really, Sister Zheng, I'm telling you..." "But it's the truth."

As Zhou Menglong spoke, he took advantage of the perfect opportunity when Zheng Yuru lowered her head and couldn't see where her eyes were looking, and once again scanned Zheng Yuru's full, mature, yet noble and elegant body. His fiery gaze swept over Zheng Yuru's full and firm breasts, her flat and firm abdomen, and her straight and slender legs tightly wrapped in her black evening dress. Looking at this alluring woman, Zhou Menglong suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout his body.

Hearing Zhou Menglong praise her, Zheng Yuru was secretly delighted, but then she noticed that Zhou Menglong had suddenly fallen silent. Looking up at him, she saw his burning gaze sweep over her legs. Her heart pounded wildly. "Heavens! Zhou is looking at me like that! Is it true? Am I really as beautiful as he says? I've never heard anyone say that before."

Although Zheng Yuru was extremely confident in her beauty, because of her status, everyone who had met her knew she was Wang Yuanhe's wife. While they were all captivated by her beauty, they hesitated to admire her from afar, some only daring to admire her mature, beautiful body from a distance, while others didn't even dare to look at her closely, let alone utter words of praise that would make others blush.

For the first time in over a decade, Zheng Yuru had heard someone praise her beauty in person. Her self-esteem and confidence were greatly boosted. Under these circumstances, she unconsciously stretched her body, displaying her stunning figure even more fully to Zhou Menglong. Zheng Yuru didn't do this to seduce Zhou Menglong; she simply felt that she had finally met a man who appreciated her, and it would be a disservice not to show off her beautiful body.

Zhou Menglong saw that as Zheng Yuru stretched, her full and elastic breasts, tightly encased in her black evening gown, became even more prominent, tempting his senses. Seeing Zheng Yuru's alluring body, Zhou Menglong's heart pounded, his lips felt slightly dry, and, more importantly, under the stimulation of Zheng Yuru's seductive body, he felt a certain part of his body begin to harden.

Looking at Zhou Menglong, Zheng Yuru smiled slightly, feeling a little smug. For the first time, a man had appreciated her body like this; for the first time, a man had praised her beauty like this. And all these firsts had occurred to this handsome, tall, and dashing man before her. Zheng Yuru felt that some sensitive things deep within her body, which had been suppressed for a long time, were beginning to stir.

A fragrant breeze emanated from Zheng Yuru's outstretched body, stimulating Zhou Menglong's senses and causing him to suddenly become somewhat distracted. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong suddenly felt an impulse to pull this beautiful woman into his arms and cherish her. However, seeing Zheng Yuru's noble and elegant appearance, Zhou Menglong felt that doing so would definitely offend this goddess-like beauty before him.

Just as Zhou Menglong was feeling anxious and uncertain, Zheng Yuru suddenly stood up and smiled at him, saying, "Little Zhou, it's so nice to be with you! I haven't been this happy since Wang Yuanhe was arrested. To celebrate my good mood, come on, let me buy you a drink."

Zhou Menglong was just looking for an opportunity to get close to Zheng Yuru, so he was naturally delighted to hear her say that. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong said, "Okay, being with Sister Zheng and seeing such a beautiful woman, and seeing that Sister Zheng is in a good mood, makes me want to have a drink too. It's really great, let's go." "Okay, Sister Zheng, where do you think we're going?"

Zheng Yuru smiled mysteriously, "Menglong, don't ask yet. You'll know when we get there."

Without realizing it, Zheng Yuru's address to Zhou Menglong had changed from "Little Zhou" to "Menglong," and her tone had become somewhat affectionate. Zhou Menglong, of course, noticed the warmth in Zheng Yuru's voice. Overjoyed, he and Zheng Yuru left the Golden Beauty Hotel. Zheng Yuru drove Zhou Menglong to a secluded spot, stopped the car, and Zhou Menglong followed behind her. He saw a very elegant little house with a sign that read "Heart's Desire Bar."

Seeing this, Zhou Menglong's heart skipped a beat. "Heart's Desire Bar"—this seemed like a place only lovers went on dates. Zheng Yuru had brought him here; could it be...? Thinking this, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction. He turned to look at Zheng Yuru, only to find her also staring at the large characters on the bar sign, a thoughtful expression in her large, watery eyes. Upon seeing Zhou Menglong looking at her, for some reason, Zheng Yuru's pretty face suddenly flushed, and she turned her head away.

When she turned back, Zheng Yuru's face had returned to calm. After glancing at Zhou Menglong, she said softly, "Come on, Menglong, let's go in. I've heard about this place from friends; the environment is nice. This is my first time here too. Let's go in and see for ourselves."

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru led the way into the bar.

Zhou Menglong saw Zheng Yuru's graceful figure swaying lightly in the night, the fragrant breeze stimulating his senses. He suddenly felt an urge to go over and take her arm, leading her into the bar. However, he didn't dare do it until he saw Zheng Yuru's figure almost enter the bar, then he hurried after her.

Upon entering, Zhou Menglong's eyes lit up. Although the bar wasn't large, it was decorated very elegantly and freshly. There were two or three couples inside, whispering to each other; they were clearly lovers. Zheng Yuru was at the bar, talking to a man who seemed to be a manager. The manager nodded repeatedly, and soon after, the manager and Zheng Yuru walked towards Zhou Menglong. Strangely, after the head waiter approached Zhou Menglong, he didn't assign them seats. Instead, he led them to a corner. Only then did Zhou Menglong notice a staircase leading to the second floor. Following Zheng Yuru, Zhou Menglong headed up the stairs. Inadvertently, he looked up and saw that because Zheng Yuru was standing on a step higher than him, her full and rounded breasts, tightly encased in a black evening gown, were fully displayed before him

. Instantly, Zhou Menglong's entire field of vision was filled with Zheng Yuru's shapely buttocks. Encased in a black evening gown, Zheng Yuru's buttocks appeared incredibly alluring, their lines so smooth and beautiful. At that moment, a faint fragrance seemed to emanate from them, stimulating Zhou Menglong's senses. Because of the close proximity, Zhou Menglong could clearly see the rhythmic movement of the two mounds as Zheng Yuru walked. Seeing this, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but swallow hard, imagining the sensual sensation of holding such beautiful buttocks in his hands. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong's gaze became fiery, as if he couldn't wait to bury his head in Zheng Yuru's full and elastic buttocks, to fully experience the sensual sensations brought to him by the beauty encased in the black evening gown. Because he was so close to Zheng Yuru's full and elastic breasts, tightly encased in a black evening gown, Zhou Menglong could feel the warmth and amazing elasticity emanating from them. A faint, sweet, and slightly pungent scent filled his nostrils, instantly hardening a certain part of his body. Just as Zhou Menglong was feeling flustered by Zheng Yuru's breasts being so close, she reached the second floor. The wonderful feeling vanished instantly. Zhou Menglong followed behind her, and although her breasts were now further away, his gaze still drifted intentionally or unintentionally to them. He felt a growing desire for Zheng Yuru's soft, alluring, and mature body. The manager led Zheng Yuru and Zhou Menglong upstairs, turning left and right for about two minutes. Suddenly, Zhou Menglong's eyes lit up. A luxuriously decorated room appeared before him. Compared to the room he had just seen, this room was more elegant and extravagant. Although Zhou Menglong didn't understand art, he could tell that every item in the room was carefully placed, making it very comfortable to look at. Seeing this luxurious private room, Zhou Menglong realized that this Love Bar had a hidden gem. However, the manager didn't stop. He walked straight through the room to a small door at the far end and respectfully said to Zheng Yuru, "Boss, hello. This is our best private room. Please come in." As he spoke, the manager opened the door, letting Zheng Yuru and Zhou Menglong into the room. Upon entering the private room, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but gasp. This seemingly unremarkable Love Bar was decorated like a presidential suite in a one-star hotel, exuding the utmost luxury. However, that luxury had been meticulously handled by an artist, without any hint of nouveau riche ostentation. Instead, it was refreshingly elegant, making one linger. This room, for example, not only had a large bed but also two genuine leather sofas. Just by looking at them, Zhou Menglong knew that this room was worth a fortune. On the wine cabinet in the room, red and white wines were displayed in abundance, and all kinds of wines, both those that could be seen on the market and those that could not, could be seen here. Zheng Yuru gave a light "hmm," took out a hundred yuan from her purse, gave it to the supervisor, and said casually, "Alright, go ahead. I'll contact you if I need anything." The supervisor took the money, nodded to Zheng Yuru, and turned to leave. However, as he passed Zhou Menglong, the supervisor gave him a knowing smile, a smile that left Zhou Menglong somewhat confused. Swaying slightly, Zheng Yuru sat down on the sofa. After looking at Zhou Menglong, a smile appeared in her large, watery eyes. "Menglong, don't just stand there. Come sit down for a while. Oh, and bring that bottle of red wine over. Let's have a good drink." As she spoke, Zheng Yuru pointed to a bottle of red wine prominently displayed on the top shelf of the wine cabinet.

Zhou Menglong nodded. Although he often drank, he wasn't an expert on alcohol. Hearing Zheng Yuru's words, he turned and took the bottle, opened it, grabbed two glasses, and walked over to Zheng Yuru. He had originally intended to sit on the sofa opposite her, but when he saw her large, watery eyes gazing at him alluringly, he found the courage and plopped down next to her, just a little distance away. Seeing Zhou Menglong

sitting beside her, Zheng Yuru's pretty face flushed slightly, but she didn't object. With a slight smile, she took the bottle and glasses, poured some alcohol into both glasses, and said, "Come on, Xiao Zhou, let's have a drink to celebrate our acquaintance and to have a good time today."

As she spoke, she tilted her head back and slowly poured the alcohol into her mouth.

Zhou Menglong saw that Zheng Yuru's sexy, thin lips were bright red, and under the red wine, they looked even more like blood. As she tilted her head back, her swan-like neck was fully displayed in front of him. Seeing Zheng Yuru with her eyes slightly closed, taking a sip of red wine and slowly savoring it, Zhou Menglong suddenly felt that Zheng Yuru's appearance was exactly like that of someone giving a man oral sex.

Moreover, as Zheng Yuru tilted her head back, the evening gown clung even tighter to her full and elastic breasts, showcasing their beautiful contours. Zhou Menglong could now clearly see the undergarments tightly wrapped around Zheng Yuru beneath the black evening gown. Seeing this, Zhou Menglong's heart suddenly skipped a beat. After downing his glass of red wine, Zhou Menglong gently moved closer to Zheng Yuru. At that moment, Zhou Menglong suddenly felt that the closer he got to Zheng Yuru's soft, mature, and alluring body, the calmer his restless mind became.

Zhou Menglong only stopped moving when he could clearly feel the heat emanating from Zheng Yuru's soft and alluring body. His heart pounded even harder as he got closer. After taking a sip of wine, Zheng Yuru put down her glass. As she did so, the evening gown that had been tightly clad her full, elastic breasts sagged, creating a gap between the dress and her chest. From his position, he could easily peer through this gap at the beauty of her breasts. He saw Zheng Yuru

's full, firm breasts trembling before him, the dazzling white radiance against the black evening gown creating an indescribably alluring effect. A faint, delicate fragrance seemed to waft from them, filling his nostrils.

Although Zheng Yuru was forty years old, Zhou Menglong found her breasts to be incredibly white and supple, firm yet alluring, like exquisitely crafted works of art, exuding an irresistible allure. While one might hesitate to touch them, the sight evoked a strong urge to do so.

Furthermore, the way Zheng Yuru put down her cup caused one of her white arms to rest on her breasts, pressing them tightly together and making the cleavage between them even more captivating and profound. Looking at Zheng Yuru's white breasts, and recalling the sight of her beautiful buttocks, warm and supple beneath her black evening gown, that he had seen earlier, Zhou Menglong felt a certain part of his body begin to stir in his groin.

"Sister Zheng, this place really suits you perfectly. You are so noble and elegant, and the environment here is so luxurious yet tasteful. Really, seeing you here makes you even more beautiful. Sister Zheng, to be honest, I think your beauty is like a rare orchid in a secluded valley, so noble that one can only admire it from afar."

Seeing Zheng Yuru raise her body, Zhou Menglong quickly and thoroughly examined Zheng Yuru's pair of full and elastic breasts, then raised his head and looked into Zheng Yuru's big, watery eyes, speaking sincerely.

Zheng Yuru shifted her body and stretched comfortably. "Menglong, look at what you're saying. Your sister Zheng isn't that great. Sigh, I'm getting old and my looks have faded. All these years, I've always been thinking about how to make a name for myself in the business world, neglecting myself. Look, I even have wrinkles around my eyes."

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru stretched her neck, revealing her delicate and pretty face to Zhou Menglong, making him look at her.

Now, Zhou Menglong could see every pore on Zheng Yuru's delicate, flawless face clearly. He noticed her skin was incredibly firm, taut against her face, yet showed no signs of aging. Although there were two faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, barely noticeable without close inspection, Zhou Menglong felt that these very lines were telling him that this alluring, elegant woman was a ripe apple, and he could take a bite at the right time.

As Zheng Yuru drew closer, a faint, delicate fragrance emanated from her—a blend of designer perfume and the scent of flesh. This pleasant aroma intoxicated Zhou Menglong, and combined with the orchid-like fragrance emanating from her breath, he became momentarily lost in a daze, his heart pounding wildly.

Zhou Menglong had been with countless women, but even when facing the equally noble Qian Feilan, he had never felt this way. He felt a surge of desire, yet feared offending this elegant beauty, and became anxious and indecisive. Smelling the sweet fragrance emanating from Zheng Yuru's nose, Zhou Menglong secretly swallowed. "Sister Zheng, really, you're so beautiful. If you were to grow old, I feel that all women in this world would be on their deathbed."

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong quickly turned his head away, afraid that if he lingered too long on Zheng Yuru's delicate face, he might succumb to the urge to bite her cheek.

When Zheng Yuru saw Zhou Menglong, a smile involuntarily appeared in her large, watery eyes. Zheng Yuru herself didn't know why, but this was the third time she had met this young man, yet she felt a strong liking for him. Being with Zhou Menglong brought her an indescribable sense of ease and joy. Moreover, with Zhou Menglong, her mind and body seemed to completely relax. She no longer needed to be wary of the cutthroat world of business, nor did she need to tightly wrap herself up like she did in officialdom; she could simply reveal her true self.

Therefore, Zheng Yuru leaned close to Zhou Menglong, wanting him to look at her and see how this young man, who had once stared at her with such fiery eyes, would react to her provocative behavior. Seeing Zhou Menglong's current expression, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt as if she had returned to her eighteen-year-old self. That year, she met her first love, and when they first met, he was captivated by her beauty; his expression was strikingly similar to Zhou Menglong's now.

Pouring herself a glass of wine and taking a small sip, Zheng Yuru noticed Zhou Menglong's gaze was still fixed on the distance, only his eyes secretly glancing at her. She couldn't help but smile slightly. After pouring Zhou Menglong a glass of wine, Zheng Yuru presented it to him: "Menglong, come, have a drink. What are you doing sitting there daydreaming? We came here to drink; it's not right for you to just sit there without drinking."

At that moment, Zhou Menglong felt that Zheng Yuru's voice was full of allure, a soft, mature woman's voice with a hint of sweetness that was indescribably pleasant to the ear. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but turn his head, boldly looking at Zheng Yuru, and took her wine glass: "Sister Zheng, come, to your beauty, cheers."

Zheng Yuru smiled slightly and downed another glass of wine. Perhaps due to the alcohol, two rosy blushes appeared on Zheng Yuru's delicate face, and her large, watery eyes shimmered. She looked incredibly alluring and charming, which aroused Zhou Menglong's lust. Looking at the alluring gaze in

Zheng

Yuru's large, watery eyes as she looked at him, Zhou Menglong could no longer resist. He finally placed a hand on one of Zheng Yuru's jade-like legs, tightly encased in her black evening gown, and gently patted it. Zhou Menglong said, "Really, Sister Zheng, it's a pity I was born more than twenty years too late, otherwise I really would have pursued you. Look at you, so beautiful and so capable. If I could be with you, even the gods wouldn't be as happy as I am."

Although Even through a thin veil, Zhou Menglong could clearly feel how smooth, delicate, and alluring the skin on Zheng Yuru's legs was. A warm, elastic sensation emanated from her legs, stimulating Zhou Menglong's senses and causing him to swallow hard. Now, Zhou Menglong had activated almost all his senses of touch and taste, focusing his large hands on Zheng Yuru's legs, savoring the wonderful sensations they brought him.

Zheng Yuru felt Zhou Menglong's hand on her jade-like leg. Waves of masculine heat penetrated her skin and reached her heart, stimulating her sensitive nerves and making her heart feel hot as well. She wanted to shake off Zhou Menglong's large hand to avoid making her feel flustered, but when she saw Zhou Menglong's unfathomable eyes, she suddenly felt powerless. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru sighed softly in her heart and pretended not to notice that Zhou Menglong's hand was on her body.

To conceal her inner emotions, Zheng Yuru drank another glass of wine, then looked at Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, you were born more than twenty years too early. I think we were destined to be good friends, weren't we? Aren't you tall, handsome, and so charming that it's breathtaking? In our time, anyone with your talent and looks would be incredibly popular."

As soon as she said this, Zheng Yuru regretted it. Her words clearly carried a hint of flirtation, something she, a woman more than twenty years older than Zhou Menglong, shouldn't have said.

Seeing that Zheng Yuru didn't seem to care about his large hand, Zhou Menglong's heart pounded. Since meeting Zheng Yuru today, Zhou Menglong felt that she was constantly seducing him, yet she controlled her emotions perfectly, leaving him unsure whether this seduction was her own will or simply the concern of a mature woman for a younger man. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong gritted his teeth and decided to test Zheng Yuru further.

So, Zhou Menglong's hand slowly slid towards Zheng Yuru's inner thigh, leaving a hot mark on her jade-like leg before moving towards the voluptuous and alluring space between her legs, encased in her black evening gown. As he moved, Zhou Menglong nervously watched Zheng Yuru's delicate face, wondering how she would react to his increasingly bold provocation.

With each step closer, Zhou Menglong could feel his hand getting closer and closer to the tempting scenery between Zheng Yuru's legs. The smooth, warm feel of her skin beneath his palm, the silky touch, deeply stimulated his nerves, causing his breathing to quicken slightly, and a burning light to appear in his eyes.

Zheng Yuru felt Zhou Menglong's hand sliding over her body. From the trajectory of the movement, she immediately understood the destination of his large hand. Her heart pounded, and her sensitive vulva, tightly wrapped in her panties, suddenly became restless, as if eager to experience the feeling of being caressed by this man's large hand. Stimulated by this excitement, she felt her legs become moist. As

his hand drew closer to her crotch, so close that he could feel the warm, moist air emanating from between her legs, he knew that with just one more touch, he would reach the softest, most mysterious, and most sensitive part of her body. He was confident that with his superior skills, he could make this beautiful and noble woman submit to him.

Thinking this, Zhou Menglong gritted his teeth and suddenly stretched his hand forward. But at that moment, Zheng Yuru suddenly grabbed Zhou Menglong's hand and giggled, "Menglong, what are you doing? Didn't we agree to drink and chat here? How come you're treating me like this? This... this won't do."

Although Zheng Yuru said this and grabbed Zhou Menglong's hand to stop him from moving forward, she didn't take her hand off her thigh. Instead, she made Zhou Menglong place his hand closest to his groin. Zhou Menglong didn't expect to be interrupted by Zheng Yuru at the most crucial moment. He felt a little disappointed, but after realizing that Zheng Yuru didn't take his hand off, Zhou Menglong's heart began to stir again.

Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong didn't force her. He let Zheng Yuru hold his hand and place it closest to her plump and luscious vulva, which was barely covered by her panties. He felt the elastic and warm breath on Zheng Yuru's legs and the faint warmth emanating from between them. He said to Zheng Yuru, "Sister Zheng, your relationship with Wang Yuanhe has been in name only for so many years. How have you managed all these years?"

Hearing Zhou Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru's heart skipped a beat. At that moment, Zheng Yuru suddenly realized that the reason she had brought Zhou Menglong here tonight, drinking and chatting, was because she felt lonely and empty inside and wanted to find a man to talk to. For more than ten years, because she was always focused on business, she felt she could endure the days without a man.

But now, Golden Beauty's business has plummeted. And in calming down, she suddenly realized that, looking across the entire world, there was practically no man who could truly talk to her, a man who could share her innermost thoughts. How could Zheng Yuru, already in her forties, bear this situation? Perhaps, even if it weren't Zhou Menglong who came today, she might have asked any man to come out and have him by her side, to experience the peaceful and fulfilling feeling of having a man by her side.

With Zhou Menglong's prompting, Zheng Yuru discovered her deepest secret, and for a moment, she felt lost and bewildered. Seeing Zheng Yuru's expression, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but smile slightly. He knew that with just one sentence, he had exposed the beautiful woman's innermost thoughts, leaving her feeling helpless. This was a common tactic Zhou Menglong used with beautiful women: after striking at their secrets, he would make them feel lost and vulnerable, then exploit those weaknesses. This method was almost always effective.

Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong said softly to Zheng Yuru, "Sister Zheng, you've come this far all these years alone. I really admire you. It's truly unbelievable that a woman could have such perseverance and build such a great career all by herself. As a man, I can't help but admire you. But I imagine you've had a tough time all these years."

Zhou Menglong knew that a beautiful woman like Zheng Yuru, surrounded by glamour, might appear glamorous on the surface, but the emptiness and loneliness she felt inside was something not everyone could understand. For over a decade, Zheng Yuru and Wang Yuanhe's relationship had existed in name only, and given Zheng Yuru's status and position, it was impossible for her to have another man. Moreover, Zheng Yuru was now in her prime, and her sexual desires were certainly much greater than those of the average woman.

Because she was always busy with her career, that yearning was deeply buried in her heart. But once aroused, this beautiful and noble woman would be like a cat in heat, allowing you to experience pleasure from her that you couldn't experience from ordinary people. Now, seeing Zheng Yuru's appearance, Zhou Menglong began to use his methods again.

Zheng Yuru trembled all over when she heard Zhou Menglong say this. She had just been thinking the same thing, and now Zhou Menglong had spoken of her innermost thoughts. This made the beautiful woman suddenly feel powerless in front of Zhou Menglong. Under these circumstances, although Zheng Yuru looked at Zhou Menglong, she didn't say anything. Finally, a hint of panic appeared in her large, watery eyes.

Seeing Zheng Yuru's state, Zhou Menglong couldn't resist any longer. He reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, bringing his head close to her ear as gently as possible, saying, "Sister Zheng, I know you're suffering a lot. My parents are also in business, so I deeply understand their hardships. You work hard day and night, but when you come home, it's cold and lonely. How can superficial glamour compensate for your inner loneliness?"

This was Zhou Menglong's second move. He needed to seize the opportunity after exposing the beautiful woman's secrets and do his best to gain her sympathy. If he reached this point, he could be said to have succeeded halfway. Holding Zheng Yuru, Zhou Menglong smelled the alluring fragrance emanating from her hair, and for a moment, he felt a surge of desire. However, in order to successfully possess this beautiful woman's body and soul, Zhou Menglong suppressed his impulses and did not do anything rash.

Zheng Yuru sighed softly, her head resting lightly on Zhou Menglong's shoulder without her noticing. Zhou Menglong's words had struck a nerve, leaving this noble and beautiful woman feeling utterly powerless. This feeling made her feel so exhausted, so...as if possessed, Zheng Yuru had leaned against Zhou Menglong.

Feeling that his move had worked again, Zhou Menglong felt a slight smugness. Although at that moment, he found Zheng Yuru's plump and alluring vulva, encased in her panties, incredibly tempting, and he could easily reach out and make intimate contact with this beautiful woman's most intimate part, he didn't do so. Instead, he let Zheng Yuru lean on his shoulder and then took her small hand in his.

Zheng Yuru felt the fiery masculine aura emanating from Zhou Menglong, which transformed into waves of desire assaulting her heart, making her body feel restless. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru's heart pounded wildly: "Oh my god, how did I end up lying in Menglong's arms like this? It's so embarrassing! Judging from the burning look in his eyes, his next move will probably be to caress my pussy or breasts. What... what should I do if he really does that?" Just as

Zheng Yuru was feeling flustered, Zhou Menglong had already taken her small hand. Zheng Yuru clearly hadn't expected that Zhou Menglong would only hold her hand and do nothing else. In this situation, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but glance at Zhou Menglong with a wistful look. As if anticipating Zheng Yuru's reaction to his actions, Zhou Menglong smiled slightly and said, "Sister Zheng, you are so beautiful and lovely. My only intention in being with you is to be close to you, but I have absolutely no intention of offending you. Don't worry, I just want to give you some masculine tenderness. I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

Zhou Menglong's third move was to declare that he had no ill intentions towards the beautiful woman and only wanted to be close to her. This would minimize the woman's wariness of Zhou Menglong. If the woman truly thought this way, then this beautiful woman would be Zhou Menglong's prey. Sure enough, after hearing Zhou Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru's delicate face visibly relaxed, and she lowered her head, leaning on Zhou Menglong's shoulder again.

Zhou Menglong gently lowered his hand from Zheng Yuru's, intentionally placing it precisely at the base of her thigh. His hand lightly touched the plump, full mons pubis hidden beneath her black evening gown. Zheng Yuru, immersed in the tranquil and fulfilling feeling brought by Zhou Menglong's masculine aura, remained unaware of his illicit actions.

Zhou Menglong felt a warm, sweet scent emanating from her legs as his hand rested on her alluring mons pubis. This stimulation stirred his desire, but he knew that a hasty advance could undo all his previous efforts. Therefore, he suppressed his impulses and quietly savored this rare and sensual moment.

282 Madam Yu Ru, Part 5.

The warm scent emanating from between Zheng Yu Ru's legs was so alluring that Zhou Menglong couldn't resist the urge to caress and tease the softest, most mysterious, slightly raised area of her body, hidden beneath her panties. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong lowered his head and looked at Zheng Yu Ru's delicate face. Seeing her nestled calmly in his arms, Zhou Menglong grew bolder: "Sister Zheng, how is it? Do you like this feeling?" As he spoke, Zhou Menglong

pretended to admire Zheng Yu Ru's slender hands. He took one of her hands and began to move it, but then, taking advantage of the opportunity, he intentionally or unintentionally began to touch the slightly raised vulva between her breasts with the back of his hand. The soft, yet elastic, warm scent emanating from the back of his hand made Zhou Menglong's heart pound.

Zhou Menglong could feel that the silk evening gown enhanced the tactile experience, making his movements between Zheng Yuru's legs smoother. He could even feel a soft rustling sound coming from between her legs as he touched her, though he couldn't tell if it was the evening gown rubbing against her skin or the sound of her pubic hair against her lower abdomen.

At this moment, Zheng Yuru also sensed something was amiss. Zhou Menglong's hand, initially only intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against her mons pubis, would quickly move away after touching her soft mons pubis, only to touch it again after a while. She initially thought Zhou Menglong had accidentally touched her most intimate part while playing with her.

But now, Zhou Menglong's hand was in contact with her pubic area for longer and longer periods, while the pauses were getting shorter and shorter. The masculine heat emanating from Zhou Menglong's hand was stimulating her most sensitive parts, giving her a strange feeling all over her body. Her vulva, covered by her underwear, seemed to be getting even wetter.

A strange, electric-like tingling sensation was spreading from her vulva throughout her body. Feeling this, Zheng Yuru lowered her head, looking at Zhou Menglong's hand, wanting to see what he was going to do between her legs. Unfortunately, as soon as she lowered her head, Zhou Menglong released her hand and said casually, "Sister Zheng, I really didn't expect you to smell so good. I wonder what you use..." "What brand of perfume is it? I'll buy a bottle for my mom another day."

Zhou Menglong's fourth tactic was to immediately shift the woman's attention after realizing something was amiss, preventing her from considering whether her actions were appropriate. Sure enough, upon hearing Zhou Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru sighed softly. Although she was slightly relieved, thinking that Zhou Menglong's teasing of her vulva was just an unintentional act, a faint sense of loss welled up from the bottom of her heart.

Upon hearing Zhou Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru said, "Menglong, don't ask anymore. You wouldn't know about this brand of perfume even if I told you, and it's a limited edition. You can't buy it even if you wanted to. How about this, I'll give you a bottle another day. I can't let you call me 'Sister Zheng' for nothing, right?"

Zhou Menglong had only intended to distract Zheng Yuru and prevent her from suspecting his teasing of her mons pubis under her underwear. Now that he had achieved his goal, Zhou Menglong naturally wouldn't dwell on the matter with Zheng Yuru any longer.

Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong suddenly and gently pushed Zheng Yuru away, then stood up. Zheng Yuru was slightly taken aback, a feeling of even greater disappointment welling up inside her. She couldn't help but look up at Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, what are you doing? Why are you standing up? Wasn't what we were doing just now great?"

From Zheng Yuru's large, watery eyes, Zhou Menglong clearly understood the faint disappointment in her eyes. He smiled inwardly, but outwardly maintained a serious expression as he looked at Zheng Yuru. Then, Zhou Menglong suddenly smiled sheepishly: "Sister Zheng, I'm so sorry, you...you're just too beautiful, and your body is so alluring. I...I couldn't help myself, so..." "I just stood up. I'm sorry, but I had to do this so as not to offend you."

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong glanced at his crotch, seemingly unintentionally. Zheng Yuru, however, fell for it. Attracted by Zhou Menglong's gaze, she couldn't help but look at his crotch as well. Upon seeing it, Zheng Yuru blushed with embarrassment. It turned out that although the teasing was subtle, Zhou Menglong, being young and vigorous, was holding this alluring and charming woman in his arms. Moreover, he had teased between her legs, enjoying the wonderful feeling between Zheng Yuru's legs for a while. If his big penis didn't get hard, then Zhou Menglong wouldn't be a normal man.

Zheng Yuru saw Zhou Menglong's enormous penis bulging high through his pants. Even through the pants, she could feel its hardness and fiery thickness. Seeing the sight of his crotch, her heart pounded, her eyes shimmering with a seductive allure. Seeing her shy, feminine demeanor, so different from her previous noble elegance, Zhou Menglong's penis grew even larger. Swallowing

hard, Zheng Yuru said timidly, "Menglong, it's okay, it's okay. This is a man's normal reaction. As long as you don't have bad intentions, I won't blame you. Please sit down, sit down. I want to lean on you a little longer, okay, Menglong? Come on, I won't mind."

Under Zhou Menglong's skillful manipulation, this beautiful woman was unknowingly stepping into the trap he had meticulously laid. Now, Zhou Menglong's penis was hard, but Zheng Yuru kept saying she didn't mind. Wasn't this clearly tempting Zhou Menglong to commit a crime? Seeing Zheng Yuru's appearance, Zhou Menglong secretly almost burst out laughing. However, it was also because Zheng Yuru was too naive. If she were the kind of woman who was easily aroused, she would have understood what Zhou Menglong meant even before he used his tricks. She wouldn't have let Zhou Menglong tease her so easily. It was already Zhou Menglong's luck that she didn't arouse him to the point of burning with desire.

Seeing that Zheng Yuru had indeed fallen for his trick, Zhou Menglong felt a slight smugness and plopped down next to her again. However, this time, instead of actively pulling her into his arms, he simply looked at her. Zheng Yuru became uncomfortable under his gaze, a shy, girlish blush appearing on her pretty face. In this situation, she shifted her body, snuggling closer to him once more, murmuring, "Menglong, I don't know what's wrong, but as soon as I snuggle..." "In your arms, I feel a sense of peace, a feeling I've never experienced in all these years. Really, Menglong, thank you."

Zheng Yuru's words were ambiguous; it was unclear whether she was finding an excuse for her decision to snuggle into Zhou Menglong's arms to avoid his ridicule, or simply seeking self-comfort. Perhaps only Zheng Yuru herself knew the truth. In any case, with Zheng Yuru's movement, a soft, fragrant body once again fell into Zhou Menglong's embrace.

Zheng Yuru's actions emboldened Zhou Menglong. Seeing Zheng Yuru lean against him again, a wicked smile finally appeared on Zhou Menglong's lips. Suddenly, Zhou Menglong stretched out, adjusting the position of his large penis. As Zheng Yuru nestled into his arms, his penis thrust directly against Zheng Yuru's large buttocks.

Suddenly, Zhou Menglong felt that Zheng Yuru's large buttocks were incredibly erogenous. His large penis, after pressing against her buttocks, actually pushed them in slightly, causing the head of his penis to sink deeply into the flesh. A warm, elastic sensation, like being enveloped in a sponge, surged through him, making Zhou Menglong involuntarily gasp. Zheng

Yuru clearly hadn't expected that her actions would result in Zhou Menglong's penis pressing against her buttocks. The hard, hot sensation made every pore on her body seem to open up, giving her an indescribable pleasure. However, having not been with a man for nearly ten years, this feeling still made her body stiffen slightly.

Zhou Menglong clearly felt the change in Zheng Yuru's body. Under these circumstances, he reached out and gently put his arm around her slender waist. Then, he whispered in her ear, "Sister Zheng, I'm sorry, I'm touching you there. If it's uncomfortable, I'll stand up."

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong began to move.

Zheng Yuru, unaware that Zhou Menglong was playing hard to get, thought he was really going to leave her. Feeling his movement, she panicked and said, "Menglong, don't, don't stand up. It's...it's okay, it's not uncomfortable. I...I feel fine, really. Just sit like this, I just want to snuggle up to you, really."

The warm, elastic sensation emanating from his large penis was so irresistible that Zhou Menglong couldn't bear to leave it. Moreover, he noticed that Zheng Yuru's body was unconsciously moving as she spoke, effectively rubbing her full, round buttocks, tightly encased in her black evening gown, against his glans. The stimulating sensation almost made Zhou Menglong groan. Realizing something was amiss, the woman bit her lip to suppress a moan and remained seated.

Sensing Zheng Yuru's improved attitude, Zhou Menglong gained more confidence. He took a deep breath, causing his penis to swell even more, teasing Zheng Yuru's buttocks. He also reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, adjusting his position so that his hands were resting on her soft abdomen.

Thus, Zheng Yuru's round and perky buttocks were teased by Zhou Menglong's large penis, while her lower abdomen was enveloped by his large hands. Due to their seating positions, Zhou Menglong's head was close to Zheng Yuru's neck, and his hot breath constantly wafted from his nose, hitting the delicate skin of Zheng Yuru's swan-like white neck.

With this simultaneous teasing, Zheng Yuru felt her body weaken, and her plump and luscious vulva, tightly wrapped in her panties, became even wetter. Sensing the changes deep within her body, Zheng Yuru blushed with embarrassment, her heart pounding wildly. Had she not retained a sliver of reason, she would have long since succumbed to this strange stimulation and collapsed softly into Zhou Menglong's arms.

However, with such a three-pronged approach to teasing, even the noble Zheng Yuru was still just a beautiful woman who hadn't been loved by a man for over ten years. How could she withstand such stimulation? Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru felt her entire body becoming restless. That wonderful feeling was slowly eroding her reason, making her feel that the impulses and desires within her were gradually becoming uncontrollable.

Zhou Menglong clearly sensed that this noble, alluring, and charming woman was slowly softening under his teasing, and her breathing was becoming rapid. Even more remarkably, Zheng Yuru did not resist his large penis pressing against her, which was tightly wrapped in her black evening dress. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong began to take further action.

One hand remained on Zheng Yuru's soft, slender waist, while Zhou Menglong's other hand began to slowly caress her delicate waist, savoring its softness and elasticity. He murmured, "Sister Zheng, I really didn't expect your waist to be so slender. Look, there's not an ounce of excess fat! I really don't know how you maintain it. Tell me, I'll go back and tell my mom to take care of herself like you. She'll definitely be happy."

A tingling sensation spread from her waist, making it impossible for Zheng Yuru to maintain her elegant demeanor. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but giggle softly. As she chuckled, she seemed unable to resist the ticklish feeling, gently twisting her waist. In doing so, Zheng Yuru rubbed her round, perky, and elastic buttocks, tightly encased in her black evening gown, against Zhou Menglong's hard and hot penis. The warm , elastic, and alluring sensation emanating from
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six large penises made Zhou Menglong secretly swallow. Emboldened by this, Zhou Menglong's hand, which had been resting on Zheng Yu Ru's soft, flat abdomen, began to mischievously move between her legs, thrusting towards her small, throbbing vulva tightly encased in her panties. Zheng Yu Ru let out a soft moan. A hand reached out and grabbed Zhou Menglong's, placing it on her lower abdomen. At the same time, Zheng Yuru turned her head, giving Zhou Menglong a playful glare: "Menglong, didn't you say you wouldn't have any ill intentions? Why are you plotting something now?"

Seeing the mischievous look in Zheng Yuru's large, watery eyes, Zhou Menglong smiled wickedly: "Sister Zheng, I never intended to have any ill intentions towards you. It's just that such a beautiful older sister like you..." "You're so well-maintained, even at forty, you look like a young woman. I just want to see if your private parts are like a young woman's, still so full and alluring." As he said this

, Zhou Menglong tightened his grip again, but Zheng Yuru held on tightly, preventing him from moving forward. At the same time, Zheng Yuru stood up, looking at Zhou Menglong. "Little Zhou, you...you can't do that to me. I...I only want to talk to you for a little while. If you do that, I...I won't talk to you anymore."

Although Zheng Yuru said this, afterward, she bit her lip, looking at Zhou Menglong with her large, watery eyes shimmering, lost in thought. After a while, Zheng Yuru suddenly sat down next to Zhou Menglong, but this time, she didn't sit too close, maintaining a certain distance.

Smelling the fragrant scent emanating from Zheng Yuru, Zhou Menglong knew that the alluring and elegant woman before him was already somewhat aroused by his teasing. However, the thought of touching her vulva, barely concealed by her panties, was difficult for her to accept. Otherwise, if Zheng Yuru truly wanted to refuse him, she would have already left instead of sitting beside him. Looking at Zheng Yuru's delicate, almost fragile face, Zhou Menglong murmured, "Sister Zheng, please just satisfy me, okay?" "I...I really want to see what your 'private parts' look like. To be honest, I've never seen a woman's private parts before. Please satisfy my curiosity! You just said you wouldn't let me call you 'Sister Zheng' for nothing, but now you won't even let me touch you. It really hurts me." Zhou

Menglong was always full of lies. From his earlier flirting, Zheng Yuru could easily imagine that Zhou Menglong was a master of seduction. He was only saying this to gain her sympathy. But Zhou... Menglong's words, however, gave Zheng Yuru an excellent excuse. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru looked at Zhou Menglong and said, "Menglong, what are you saying? You've never seen a woman's private parts? Nobody would believe that!"

Seeing that Zheng Yuru was somewhat tempted, Zhou Menglong quickly seized the opportunity: "Sister Zheng, why would I lie to you about something like this? To be honest, I've seen some pornographic videos, but I've never actually seen or touched a woman's private parts. Really, I can't imagine what a woman's private parts would look like. Okay, Sister Zheng, please let me see and touch them, okay?" "I'm so anxious!"

Watching Zhou Menglong's unabashed gaze sweep over her full, firm breasts, tightly encased in her black evening gown, and his gaze between her legs covered by a thin black veil, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout her body. The thought of lifting her black evening gown to let this handsome man before her feast his eyes, and the young man's burning gaze and rapid breathing, made Zheng Yuru feel a trickle of lustful fluid flowing from her plump, luscious vulva, tightly wrapped in her underwear.

"Menglong, you...you really haven't seen this before."

With her large, watery eyes wide open, Zheng Yuru looked at Zhou Menglong. Even now, though she secretly hoped he would admire the beautiful view between her legs, her feminine shyness prevented her from asking the question. After receiving an affirmative answer from Zhou Menglong, Zheng Yuru sighed softly, "Menglong, fine, you, you can look if you want. If I don't let you see, you'll think I'm just calling you 'Sister Zheng' for nothing. But, we have a deal, you, you're only allowed to look, you're not allowed to..." "Don't touch me, do you hear me? Otherwise, otherwise, your Sister Zheng will be very angry."

When Zhou Menglong saw Zheng Yuru say this, her delicate face flushed with an alluring blush. Overjoyed, Zhou Menglong stood up without hesitation, squatted down next to Zheng Yuru, placed his hands on her legs, and gently spread them apart, wanting to open her legs and reveal the beautiful scenery between them to him.

Zheng Yuru's body stiffened slightly. She grabbed Zhou Menglong's hand and murmured, "Menglong, what... what are you going to do?"

A wave of weakness washed over her, causing her to lean back on the sofa, panting heavily. Her grip on Zhou Menglong's hand was weak and powerless. Zhou Menglong looked up at Zheng Yuru with an innocent expression. "Sister Zheng, didn't you say you'd let me see your private parts? Now you're clamping your thighs so tightly, how am I supposed to see?"

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong tightened his grip slightly. Zheng Yuru let out a weak groan, and her legs were spread apart by Zhou Menglong. As her legs were spread, the beautiful scenery between Zheng Yuru's legs was slowly revealed to Zhou Menglong. Although he was somewhat prepared, Zhou Menglong still couldn't help but gasp slightly when he saw the scenery between Zheng Yuru's legs.

Beneath Zheng Yuru's black evening gown were a pair of snow-white legs, as if sculpted from jade. Just as Zhou Menglong had imagined, Zheng Yuru's legs were long and straight, her thighs round and full, her calves firm and elastic. What was even more remarkable was that, despite being forty years old, Zheng Yuru's skin was as delicate as a young woman's, without a trace of sagging, appearing so firm and smooth. The black evening gown further accentuated the smoothness of Zheng Yuru's legs. Seeing this, Zhou Menglong's heart pounded, and his gaze, like that of a venomous snake, drifted towards the beautiful scenery between Zheng Yuru's legs, tightly wrapped in her underwear.

Because Zheng Yuru's legs were spread wide open for Zhou Menglong, and Zheng Yuru was now leaning against the sofa, it was as if Zheng Yuru was fully displaying the beautiful scenery between her legs to Zhou Menglong. Zhou Menglong saw that Zheng Yuru was wearing a white silk lace-trimmed panty, which tightly wrapped between her legs, and her soft and plump mons pubis seemed unwilling to be wrapped by the panty, and was trying to protrude outward, forming a beautiful little bump between Zheng Yuru's legs.

Beneath the white silk lace boxer briefs, Zheng Yuru's vulva looked so plump and alluring, exuding a seductive charm. The seam of the briefs was deeply embedded between her mons pubis, making her vulva even more captivating. The contrasting black and white colors accentuated the beautiful contours of her vulva, showcasing its alluring shape. A faint, slightly fishy scent seemed to emanate from her vulva, tantalizing Zhou Menglong's senses.

Zheng Yuru leaned weakly against the sofa, feeling Zhou Menglong's burning gaze fixed on her crotch. A strange sensation welled up within her, causing her to moan softly inwardly. Stimulated by this, instead of closing her legs, she spread them even wider, intentionally thrusting her buttocks upward, further highlighting the beautiful contours of her vulva before Zhou Menglong.

"Sister Zheng, you, you smell so good down there! I, I can smell that fragrance! Look, it's opening and closing, as if welcoming me."

Zhou Menglong's eyes were glazed over as he gazed at the breathtaking scenery between Zheng Yuru's legs. His hands began to slowly slide over Zheng Yuru's jade-like legs. At this moment, Zhou Menglong felt as if there was an endless attraction between Zheng Yuru's legs, drawing him forward until he touched her little cunt, where he caressed it to his heart's content, experiencing the passion of this alluring and noble woman's body.

Zheng Yuru let out a soft moan, her hand instinctively covering her crotch, concealing the allure of her vulva beneath her white lace panties. This gave Zhou Menglong an even stronger reason to attack. He shifted his body, pressing himself between Zheng Yuru's legs, making it difficult for her to close them. Then, Zhou Menglong brought his head close to her vulva, simultaneously grabbing her hand, murmuring, "Sister Zheng, didn't you say I could properly admire your private parts? Why are you covering yourself up?" "Hey, quick, let me take a good look, otherwise you'll be breaking your promise."

Zhou Menglong felt that Zheng Yuru's hand covering his little cunt was so weak. With just a slight effort, he could move Zheng Yuru's hand aside. At this moment, because Zhou Menglong was closer to Zheng Yuru's legs, he could clearly see the alluring appearance of Zheng Yuru's little cunt under the white silk lace panties. A uniquely feminine scent, with a hint of fishiness and sweetness, emanated from between Zheng Yuru's legs, stimulating Zhou Menglong's nerves.

At this moment, Zhou Menglong, as if he had discovered a new continent, suddenly pointed to the center of Zheng Yuru's white silk lace panties and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, Sister Zheng, what's wrong? Do you need to pee? You're all wet down there! Look, there's a wet patch the size of a coin! Sister Zheng, do you need to go to the toilet? If you do, just say so!"

Although she knew perfectly well that Zhou Menglong's exaggerated behavior was just to attract her attention, and she knew perfectly well that the lustful fluid flowing from her little pussy had already soaked her panties, hearing Zhou... Upon hearing Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but lower her head and look between her legs. "You stupid Menglong, what are you saying? What do you mean you need to pee? My underwear isn't wet."

Zhou Menglong's exaggerated reaction was precisely to make Zheng Yuru say such a thing unintentionally. Now, hearing Zheng Yuru's words, Zhou Menglong immediately continued, "Sister Zheng, who are you trying to fool? You said you didn't need to pee? Look, what is this if not a wet stain?"

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong swiftly pressed his hand heavily onto the wet stain.

Zhou Menglong's movements were so fast that before Zheng Yuru could react, he had made intimate contact with her vulva, which was tightly wrapped in white silk lace panties. A sensation like an electric shock surged from her vulva, stimulating Zheng Yuru's nerves, causing her to groan involuntarily.

Seeing Zheng Yuru's expression, Zhou Menglong almost burst out laughing. He brought his finger, still wet with her juices, to his nose, inhaling deeply before saying mischievously, "Sister Zheng, something's strange. This smell... it's a bit pungent, but also has a sweet scent, like urine, but not quite the same. And, Sister Zheng, this stuff seems sticky. What is it? Take a look." As

he spoke, Zhou Menglong moved his finger closer to Zheng Yuru's head. Seeing Zhou Menglong holding his finger, still wet with her juices, in front of her, Zheng Yuru, out of feminine shyness, suddenly turned her head away, avoiding his finger. But at that moment, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt a warm sensation on her vulva. The strange stimulation made her groan again. Looking down, she saw that Zhou Menglong had buried his head between her legs, rubbing it there.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuru's heart pounded. Her little pussy, untouched by any caress for over a decade, suddenly received a strange visitor. The stimulation it brought was unimaginable. That familiar yet unfamiliar feeling sent a strange excitement through her body. However, her female intuition told her that if Zhou Menglong continued, she might not be able to resist doing something wrong.

In this situation, Zheng Yuru arched her hips, making her little pussy protrude even more between her legs, welcoming Zhou Menglong's passionate kisses. At the same time, she reached out and lifted Zhou Menglong's head. Only Zheng Yuru herself knew which of these actions truly represented her intention.

In the 284th chapter, Madam Yu Ru,

Zhou Menglong didn't know whether Zheng Yu Ru was responding to or resisting his teasing of her little cunt, which was wrapped in white silk lace panties, between her legs. Feeling Zheng Yu Ru's hand lifting her head, Zhou Menglong stood up. Zheng Yu Ru hadn't expected that her feigned refusal would lead to Zhou Menglong leaving her legs. With his departure, Zheng Yu Ru felt a huge sense of loss. In this situation, she almost blurted out the words "Don't leave."

However, Zheng Yu Ru knew that she was the one who lifted Zhou Menglong's head. If she uttered those words now, she would be powerless to resist his next move, and she would inevitably become a harlot in other people's eyes. Therefore, at the most crucial moment, Zheng Yu Ru bit her lip and didn't cry out, but the disappointment in her large, watery eyes was impossible to hide.

Seeing Zheng Yuru panting and exuding a seductive charm, Zhou Menglong knew that she had slowly fallen into the abyss of lust. With a little manipulation, this beautiful woman, full of mature feminine charm yet noble and elegant, would be his plaything tonight. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong poured two glasses of wine, offering one to Zheng Yuru: "Sister Zheng, thank you for fulfilling my wish. I'm so grateful. To express my gratitude, I'll drink this one."

Hearing this, Zheng Yuru's delicate face showed even more obvious disappointment: "Menglong, this...that's it?" After receiving Zhou Menglong

's affirmative reply, Zheng Yuru seemed to be suppressing her rising lust, yet also resenting herself for pretending to lift Zhou Menglong's head from between her legs. Suddenly, she tilted her head back and downed the glass of wine.

Zhou Menglong walked over to Zheng Yuru and plopped down next to her, putting one arm around her slender waist. He murmured, "Sister Zheng, I really didn't expect your 'field' to be so beautiful. I don't know why, but after smelling the scent of your 'field,' my 'pee-pee' area has gotten even bigger, and now it's so uncomfortable."

Zheng Yuru knew, of course, that Zhou Menglong was referring to his large penis. Although she knew he was teasing her, she couldn't help but glance at his crotch. Upon seeing it, she blushed. Zhou Menglong's penis had grown even larger than before, straining his pants.

"Menglong, what are you doing? Who said, who said your thing got hard? I, I don't believe it!"

Thinking about the wonderful feeling she had just experienced from Zhou Menglong's large penis pressing against her round, perky buttocks, tightly encased in her black evening gown, Zheng Yuru didn't know why she had uttered such provocative words in front of him.

Zhou Menglong smiled slightly, suddenly unzipping his pants and freeing his large penis, muttering, "Sister Zheng, you're my sister, how could I lie to you? Look, isn't it getting bigger? Really, you think I'd lie to you?"

Although he saw Zheng Yuru turn her head away after seeing his actions, Zhou Menglong was confident that in a little while, Zheng Yuru would succumb to the temptation of his large penis and turn back to look at it.

Sure enough, after a short while, Zheng Yuru turned her head: "Menglong, what are you doing? You, you've actually exposed your thing! Aren't you ashamed? Really!"

Although Zheng Yuru was looking at other parts of Zhou Menglong's body while speaking, Zhou Menglong could clearly see that Zheng Yuru's peripheral vision was focused on his large penis. Moreover, after seeing his large penis looking menacing and imposing, a hint of excitement flashed in Zheng Yuru's large, watery eyes.

Seeing Zheng Yuru looking at his large penis, Zhou Menglong suddenly stood up and said mischievously, "Sister Zheng, look, you just showed me your thing, now, I'll show you mine. I hope you like it."

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong put his hands on his hips, placing his hard and hot penis in front of Zheng Yuru.

Zheng Yuru groaned and turned her head away, not daring to look at Zhou Menglong's large penis. However, the strong, pungent smell emanating from the penis stimulated her senses, causing her to quickly turn her head back. Her large, watery eyes stared at Zhou Menglong's penis with a dazed expression. Zhou Menglong noticed that after seeing his penis, Zheng Yuru's legs, which had been apart, clamped together again and began to twist.

Zhou Menglong knew that Zheng Yuru was unable to resist the temptation of his penis, which was why she had clamped her legs together. This action caused her two thick labia, tightly wrapped in white silk lace panties, to rub against each other, thus reducing her inner impulse and desire. Seeing Zheng Yuru's appearance, Zhou Menglong's large penis suddenly thrust forward: "Sister Zheng, look, mine is all wet."

Hearing Zhou Menglong say this, Zheng Yuru subconsciously looked at Zhou Menglong's large penis and saw that a drop of clear liquid had seeped out from the glans. Seeing Zheng Yuru looking at his large penis with a fascinated expression, Zhou Menglong became even more excited: "Sister Zheng, look, he's crying, aren't you going to comfort him? Look at him..." "How heartbroken you are."

A pungent, unpleasant, yet highly arousing scent emanated from Zhou Menglong's large penis, stimulating Zheng Yuru's nerves. Seeing the rock-hard hardness of Zhou Menglong's penis and hearing his words, Zheng Yuru unconsciously licked her dry lips. After glancing at Zhou Menglong, she slowly moved her head closer. Seeing this, Zhou Menglong knew she was about to comfort his penis. As her head drew closer, he could feel her warm breath hitting his glans, the unusual stimulation causing him to let out a low growl.

As Zheng Yuru opened her mouth, about to take his large penis into her warm, moist mouth and let him feel the unparalleled passion of this alluring woman, Zhou Menglong trembled with excitement, his eyes gleaming with a wolfish light. But just as Zheng Yuru and Zhou Menglong's penis were about to touch, Zheng Yuru pulled her head back, a look of panic appearing on her delicate face. Shaking her head, Zheng Yuru looked at Zhou Menglong with pleading eyes: "Menglong, no, we can't do this. I, I'm older than you, more than twenty years older than you. I, I could be your mother. How, how could we do such a thing?"

Zhou Menglong hadn't expected that just as he was about to take the most crucial step in conquering Zheng Yuru, she would consider ethics and common sense and reject him. He felt a slight sense of disappointment, but Zhou Menglong knew that he couldn't show any unusual behavior under these circumstances, otherwise, he might offend this beautiful woman. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong nodded, suppressing his disappointment, and sat down next to Zheng Yuru. However, at this moment, Zhou Menglong's large penis did not retract, and Zheng Yuru's evening dress, which had been lifted up, was not lowered, leaving her white silk lace panties, which tightly covered her vulva, exposed.

The two seemed to tacitly agree that they had exposed their most intimate parts to each other, neither asking the other to get dressed. After Zhou Menglong sat down next to Zheng Yuru, he turned and smiled at her: "Sister Zheng, I know what you're thinking. You really want a man to caress you, but you can't get over your own inhibitions. But women have to be tough on themselves. Do you really want to hold onto something for someone who isn't worth it? How about this, Sister Zheng, let's talk this over. I'll caress you properly, but if you don't agree, I won't..." "How about I enter your body? That way, you can enjoy a man's caresses without cheating. What do you say?"

Looking at Zhou Menglong's burning gaze, and recalling the strange stimulation he had given her just now, lying between her legs, Zheng Yuru felt her mouth go dry. Zhou Menglong's suggestion clearly didn't cross Zheng Yuru's bottom line; otherwise, she wouldn't have let him pull out his large penis and tempt her in front of her. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru subconsciously nodded.

Seeing that Zheng Yuru had agreed to his request, Zhou Menglong knew that although Zheng Yuru's noble temperament and good upbringing meant his methods were constantly encountering obstacles in front of this mature and beautiful woman, this beautiful woman's heart had begun to stir, and she was gradually moving towards the trap he had laid. As long as he persisted in this protracted battle, he believed that victory would surely belong to him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong's disappointment vanished. He picked up his wine glass, poured himself another glass of wine, and drank it down in one gulp. Instead of spitting it out, he slightly raised his body and slowly brought his lips closer to Zheng Yuru's fragrant lips. Seeing Zhou Menglong's actions, Zheng Yuru was slightly startled, but immediately seemed to realize what Zhou Menglong wanted to do, and involuntarily turned her head to the side.

Zhou Menglong, however, remained unmoved, and instead moved his lips closer, continuously rubbing them against Zheng Yuru's delicate face, teasing her. Under Zhou Menglong's ministrations, Zheng Yuru's face slowly turned back, and she began to look at Zhou Menglong, her large, watery eyes beginning to sparkle with excitement and shyness.

Seeing Zheng Yuru turn her head, Zhou Menglong stretched out his mouth and pressed it against her lips. Then, with a slight opening of his mouth, a trickle of red wine flowed down his lips and into Zheng Yuru's mouth. Zheng Yuru felt a trickle of red wine dripping down her lips and onto her black evening gown, which tightly hugged her full and elastic breasts. If she didn't open her mouth, her evening gown would get dirty, and she wouldn't be able to leave here tonight.

Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru had no choice but to open her mouth and swallow the red wine that Zhou Menglong offered. One sip, two sips, the thought of tasting red wine smeared with Zhou Menglong's saliva filled Zheng Yuru with excitement and stimulation. Meanwhile, between her legs, her plump and luscious vulva, tightly wrapped in white silk lace panties, was seeping with lustful fluid.

Just as Zheng Yuru felt she had finished drinking the red wine, a nimble tongue slipped into her mouth before her lips closed. Once inside, the tongue, like a restless monkey, began to swirl and search for her own tongue. At that moment, Zheng Yuru felt Zhou Menglong pull her body forcefully towards him. Zheng Yuru let out a soft moan;

at that moment, desire finally overcame reason. In this state, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but moan, her body going limp in Zhou Menglong's arms, her tongue extending out. At first, it only lightly touched Zhou Menglong's tongue before moving on, but later, the contact between Zheng Yuru's tongue and Zhou Menglong's tongue lengthened, until finally, they were intertwined.

Sensing Zhou Menglong's fiery passion, Zheng Yuru involuntarily reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her full, firm breasts, tightly encased in her black evening gown, against his chest, rubbing them together. At that moment, Zheng Yuru felt as if Zhou Menglong's tongue, swirling in her mouth, was stirring deep within her soul, making her lose control.

Zhou Menglong would occasionally suck on Zheng Yuru's soft tongue, sometimes circling it, sometimes forcefully sucking it out and holding it in his mouth, sometimes greedily sipping her saliva. His relentless teasing was gradually igniting a fiery passion in the alluring woman in his arms.

Zhou Menglong felt that Zheng Yuru's body was becoming soft and hot under his passionate kiss. Especially now, Zheng Yuru's big, watery eyes were slightly closed, and her coy resistance made Zhou Menglong know that no matter what he did to this charming mature woman, as long as he didn't cross her bottom line, she wouldn't resist. After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Yuru felt that she was almost suffocating under Zhou Menglong's passionate kiss, and then she gently pushed Zhou Menglong away.

Madam Yu Ru, Chapter 8:

Zheng Yu Ru's delicate face was flushed, and her full, elastic breasts, tightly wrapped in a black evening gown, rose and fell with her rapid breathing, as if they were about to burst out of the gown. Seeing Zheng Yu Ru's appearance, Zhou Menglong suddenly lowered his head and kissed her breasts. Zheng Yu Ru cried out in surprise, instinctively grabbing Zhou Menglong's head with both hands. After feeling Zhou Menglong's head buried deep between her breasts, Zheng Yu Ru reflexively pressed Zhou Menglong's head down, making his head and her breasts even more tightly joined.

The faint milky scent emanating from between her breasts deeply stimulated Zhou Menglong, making him somewhat intoxicated. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong suddenly reached behind Zheng Yuru and hugged her tightly. On one hand, he pressed Zheng Yuru's breasts more closely against his face, and on the other hand, he pulled the zipper of Zheng Yuru's evening dress and gently pulled it down.

By the time Zheng Yuru noticed Zhou Menglong's actions, the zipper was already halfway open. Only then did Zheng Yuru seem to realize what was happening. She gently swayed her body, murmuring, "Menglong, we agreed, didn't we? You, why are you taking off my clothes? No, please don't take my clothes off. Please, please don't take them off."

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru pressed her back against the sofa, trying to stop Zhou Menglong's actions. Zhou Menglong lifted his head and kissed Zheng Yuru's delicate face before softly saying, "Sister Zheng, look at you, why are you so stingy? I said I wouldn't enter you without your consent, but your body is too alluring. Your clothes are obstructing my sight and touch. Please let me take my clothes off, so we can be more intimate."

Zheng Yuru initially struggled to prevent Zhou Menglong from undressing her, but for some reason, when she saw Zhou Menglong's burning gaze, her body went limp. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhou Menglong forcefully pulled down the zipper of her dress. Then, with both hands moving simultaneously, Zheng Yuru seemed to have lost all strength to resist, and could only let Zhou Menglong do as he pleased. Soon, the evening gown was removed by Zhou Menglong, and Zheng Yuru was now almost completely naked, except for the clothes covering her two most important parts of her body.

After removing Zheng Yuru's clothes, Zhou Menglong once again pressed down on her soft, mature, and alluring body, admiring it. He saw that the white lace bra tightly wrapped Zheng Yuru's breasts together, and whether from the cold or from excitement, the exposed skin was covered in goosebumps, making Zheng Yuru's breasts look even more alluring.

Two alluring and firm breasts, bound tightly by the bra, formed a deep cleavage between them. A faint, delicate fragrance seemed to emanate from this cleavage, stimulating Zhou Menglong. Seeing this captivating scene, Zhou Menglong became somewhat intoxicated. Zheng Yuru, seeing Zhou Menglong gazing at her prized breasts, suddenly blushed and covered them with her hands.

However, this action only made her full, firm breasts stand out more prominently due to the pressure, and the glimpses of white skin between her fingers added to their allure. Seeing this, Zhou Menglong suddenly turned and grabbed a wine glass. Zheng Yuru was slightly startled, not understanding what Zhou Menglong was doing. Zhou Menglong smiled mischievously and pulled away Zheng Yuru's hands from her chest. Suddenly, the glass was turned upside down above her breasts, and the last bit of red wine slowly dripped down the rim, drop by drop, onto Zheng Yuru's breasts.

Zheng Yuru let out a soft cry. The cool sensation on her breasts contrasted sharply with the fiery passion surging within her, making her even more excited. Watching a drop of red wine land on her breast, then splash and form countless tiny dewdrops rolling on her snow-white skin, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt a dryness in her mouth.

At this moment, the alcohol that Zheng Yuru had drunk began to react, rapidly surging through her body and arousing her desire. A hint of lust finally appeared in her large, watery eyes. As the last drop of red wine dripped onto Zheng Yuru's breasts, her breasts were now covered in red wine. The red wine droplets against her white skin made her full and firm breasts look exceptionally alluring.

Zhou Menglong stared intently at the beautiful sight of Zheng Yuru's chest, his eyes widening. Admiring the alluring scent emanating from her breasts, he murmured, "Sister Zheng, I've never really tasted what breasts would taste like with red wine. If I could, I'd want to be a tiny drop of red wine right now, so I could forever be nestled between your beautiful breasts."

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong extended his tongue and slowly licked towards Zheng Yuru's breasts. Seeing Zhou Menglong's actions, Zheng Yuru knew what he was about to do. A hint of excitement flashed in her large, watery eyes. Under the influence of alcohol and Zhou Menglong's constant teasing, this alluring mature woman was already somewhat unsatisfied. The surging desire within her had left her weak all over. Faced with Zhou Menglong's fiery actions and provocative gaze, this charming and noble woman could no longer muster any resistance.

He gently licked Zheng Yuru's snow-white breasts, and as he pulled away, his tongue deftly curled up to swallow a drop of red wine. Then, he licked his dry lips, as if savoring the taste. After a while, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and he murmured, "So fragrant, so delicious."

It was unclear whether he was referring to Zheng Yuru's full and firm breasts or the taste of the red wine. After saying this, he lowered his head and repeated the same action. He looked so intoxicated, so absorbed, as if he were facing the most wonderful thing in the world.

Soon, the red wine on Zheng Yuru's breasts was completely gone under Zhou Menglong's nimble tongue. Of course, by this time, Zheng Yuru's breasts were also covered with Zhou Menglong's saliva, making her look extremely lewd. When Zhou Menglong licked her for the first time, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but moan softly. As Zhou Menglong's tongue licked every inch of her exposed breasts, Zheng Yuru's moans gradually grew louder. Waves of tingling, electric-like sensations surged from the depths of her heart, stimulating Zheng Yuru and making her begin to writhe restlessly.

It was only then that Zheng Yuru realized how skilled Zhou Menglong was at teasing her. Every lick he made on her full, firm breasts seemed unintentional, yet each touch kissed the very spot on her skin where she most wanted to experience his fiery breath. Each touch felt like a kiss on the most sensitive nerve in her body. At first, out of feminine shyness, Zheng Yuru felt a slight resistance. But as Zhou Menglong's kisses deepened, she gradually realized how unwise her resistance was, because it was preventing her from enjoying the wonderful feeling that made her heart flutter.

Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru simply abandoned everything and began to immerse herself in Zhou Menglong's passionate kisses. Slowly, Zheng Yuru felt her heart soaring, and the tingling, electric-like pleasure made her feel that her plump, luscious vulva, tightly wrapped in white silk lace panties, was already overflowing with lustful fluid. Now, she could even feel waves of wetness between her legs.

"Mmm, ah, ah, oh, oh."

Finally, stimulated by the increasingly intense pleasure, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but moan. This dreamlike moan stimulated Zhou Menglong's nerves, making him even more excited. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong could no longer resist placing one hand between Zheng Yuru's legs on her swollen, fleshy vulva.

The moment Zhou Menglong lowered his hand, Zheng Yuru immediately felt the warmth emanating from her vulva, a sensation so intense it made every pore on her body seem to open. This stimulated her nerves. Remembering Zhou Menglong's promise that he would never insert his large penis into her vulva unless she consented, Zheng Yuru not only didn't resist his actions, but instead spread her legs wide, making her vulva even more prominent in front of him, welcoming his teasing.

The poor, beautiful woman still considered Zhou Menglong a good man who kept his promises. But she hadn't expected that just a couple of licks and caresses from him would arouse her so intensely. If she let Zhou Menglong take advantage of her, could she resist him then? Perhaps, even if he didn't want to, she would beg him to have sex with her.

Seeing that Zhou Menglong had stopped teasing her breasts after licking the red wine off them, Zheng Yuru felt extremely disappointed. Finally, she couldn't help but raise her head and look at her breasts. She found that after being "washed" by Zhou Menglong's tongue, her already full and firm breasts seemed to have become even fuller, and her nipples had begun to harden, stretching the bra that tightly covered her breasts and forming small protrusions.

Seeing the wanton state of her breasts, Zheng Yuru finally couldn't help but moan, "Menglong, you, you licked the red wine off my breasts! Why didn't you lick it clean? Look, look, there's still a drop here! Why are you leaving it there? Menglong, don't leave it there! Lick it clean!"

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru grabbed Zhou Menglong's head and pressed it towards her breasts.

Zhou Menglong knew that the stimulation his tongue had given Zheng Yuru's breasts was too intense, making her sexually frustrated. Although Zhou Menglong was also deeply tempted by Zheng Yuru's breasts, he deliberately teased her. Sensing that Zheng Yuru was impatiently pressing her head towards her breasts, Zhou Menglong turned his head away, freeing his hand, and murmured, "Zheng..." "Sister, where is it? Where is there any more red wine?"

Seeing Zhou Menglong unmoved, Zheng Yuru became even more anxious. In this situation, she involuntarily puffed out her chest, making her full and firm breasts, tightly wrapped in a white silk lace bra, even more prominent. She murmured, "Menglong, how can there not be? Look, look, there, there, there's still a drop there! Why didn't you lick it clean?"

Zhou Menglong looked and, sure enough, there was a drop of red wine on Zheng Yuru's... Deep within the alluring and seductive cleavage, a drop of red wine glistened, its surface shimmering. However, the location was so deep that Zhou Menglong's tongue hadn't yet reached it. Seeing that Zhou Menglong had discovered the drop of red wine in her cleavage, Zheng Yuru's large, watery eyes lit up with delight. She pressed Zhou Menglong's head down towards her breasts, saying, "Menglong, you see it, kid? You see it! Aren't you going to lick it clean for your sister?"

The scent of milk emanating from her breasts stimulated Zhou Menglong's senses, making him somewhat lose control. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong stretched his head forward, his nimble tongue reaching between Zheng Yuru's alluring breasts. However, Zheng Yuru's breasts were too large, and under her bra, they appeared incredibly elastic. Thus, although Zhou Menglong's head was pressed tightly against her breasts, and his tongue stretched out as far as it could, he still couldn't touch that dew-like drop of red wine.

However, this meant that Zhou Menglong's tongue was simultaneously licking both sides of Zheng Yuru's breasts, while the hot, masculine breath he exhaled from his nose lashed against the delicate skin of her breasts. How could Zheng Yuru withstand such teasing? She moaned and groaned as she twisted her body, rubbing her full, firm breasts against Zhou Menglong's face. The ecstatic feeling stimulated her, making her feel as if she were floating. By now, her eyes were glazed with desire, her breathing was heavy, and she was the epitome of a beautiful woman with unsatisfied desire. The

faint fragrance of milk wafted from Madam Yu Ru's breasts

, and her snow-white, smooth, silk-like skin stimulated Zhou Menglong's nerves, making him even more excited. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong's hand reached behind Zheng Yu Ru, skillfully searching for the clasp of her bra, wanting to free her full and firm breasts so that he could fully enjoy the body of this alluring and charming woman. With a soft snap, Zheng Yu Ru let out a soft moan as the bra that tightly wrapped her breasts was pulled off, leaving her upper body completely naked in front of Zhou Menglong.

At this moment, Zheng Yuru not only didn't mind Zhou Menglong unhooking her bra, but also cheered when she felt her breasts bounce freely, freed from the bra's constraints. She then wrapped her arms around Zhou Menglong's head again, pressing his head between her breasts, and murmured, "Menglong, Menglong, I... I just... I just drank... drank a little wine, and now... now I'm so hot, my body is so hot, really, Menglong, come on, come on, kiss me, I... I feel... I feel that only under your kiss will my body feel better." "Yes, really, Menglong, kiss me quickly, kiss my breasts, my, my breasts, my breasts are so, so hot."

With Zheng Yuru's moans that went straight to the bone, her body twisted even more violently. Now, Zhou Menglong could clearly feel that Zheng Yuru's pair of full and elastic breasts were constantly changing shape in front of him. The scent of flesh made Zhou Menglong's lust run wild. One of his hands, which had unhooked her bra, did not stop, but took advantage of Zheng Yuru's confusion and slid down, moving towards one of Zheng Yuru's big buttocks that was tightly wrapped in white lace panties.

Soon, Zhou Menglong's hand reached Zheng Yuru's waistband. Just as his hand reached inside her underwear, intending to make intimate contact with Zheng Yuru's snow-white, round buttocks, Zheng Yuru violently twisted her body: "Menglong, no, don't put your hand there, don't put it there! I... I can't take it, I can't take it, please!"

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru reached behind her back and grabbed Zhou Menglong's hand that was about to reach inside her underwear and make intimate contact with her buttocks. Clearly, Zhou Menglong's actions had slightly cleared Zheng Yuru's mind. At this moment, she regained some rationality and knew that if her buttocks were to be caressed by Zhou Menglong's large hand again, she might not be able to bear it.

But Zhou Menglong, having planned for so long, wouldn't easily give up his pursuit of Zheng Yuru's soft, alluring, and mature body just because of a single sentence. Suddenly, Zhou Menglong flipped his head, his tongue nimbly darting out to take the swollen, dark red nipple of Zheng Yuru's snow-white breast into his mouth, and then sucked hard.

"Ah!"

The intense pleasure stimulated Zheng Yuru's senses, causing the beautiful woman to finally let out a loud moan. Her body stiffened, her breasts protruding even more, responding to Zhou Menglong's teasing. Her hand, which had been gripping Zhou Menglong, fell limply to her side. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Menglong's hand finally slipped inside the white panties tightly covering Zheng Yuru's large buttocks.

Once inside, Zhou Menglong's long-suppressed lust finally erupted. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong quickly grabbed a thick piece of Zheng Yuru's buttocks and kneaded it vigorously. Zhou Menglong felt that the muscles on Zheng Yuru's big buttocks were so full and so elastic, not at all like a woman in her forties. They were even more rounded and perky than a young girl's.

Zheng Yuru's full, firm breasts were being teased by Zhou Menglong's head, her large buttocks were being played with by his large hands, and her plump, luscious vulva, tightly wrapped in white silk lace panties, was also being teased by his large hands. Although Zhou Menglong's hands had not yet entered her panties, it seemed that the moment was not far off. How could Zheng Yuru withstand such teasing? Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but twist even more violently. It was unclear whether Zheng Yuru's frantic twisting was in response to Zhou Menglong's actions or in resistance. However, judging from the delicate, almost fragile expression on Zheng Yuru's face filled with ecstasy, her current behavior was most likely in response to Zhou Menglong.

Suddenly, Zheng Yuru felt Zhou Menglong remove his hand from her vulva, and the hot, tingling sensation disappeared. Just as Zheng Yuru was feeling a little disappointed, she felt Zhou Menglong grab her hand. Guided by his hand, Zheng Yuru felt her hand reaching towards his body. Although she couldn't see exactly where it was going, judging from their positions, she vaguely sensed that Zhou Menglong was guiding her hand towards his large penis. Sensing

Zhou Menglong's intention, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but imagine his large, imposing penis, its menacing appearance surfacing in her mind. Thinking of its magnificence, another gush of lustful fluid flowed from her vulva. Although Zheng Yuru felt ashamed to be grasping Zhou Menglong's hard, hot penis like this, the stimulating sensation made her unable to muster any resistance.

Immediately, Zheng Yuru felt her hand grasp a hard and hot penis. The moment she touched it, she was startled by its iron-like hardness, as if she had grasped a branding iron. Zheng Yuru involuntarily pulled her hand back, but instead of completely withdrawing it, she placed it on Zhou Menglong's inner thigh.

"Menglong, Menglong, your penis is so thick! I love your penis so much! But...but if you...make me grab your penis like this, I...I'll be shy! If...if you put your penis in my hand again, I...I'll grab it and play with it properly."

Although Zheng Yuru placed her hand on Zhou Menglong's inner thigh, she secretly groaned inwardly, thinking that if Zhou Menglong put his penis in her hand again, she would grab it without hesitation.

However, Zhou Menglong seemed completely oblivious to Zheng Yuru's conflicted feelings at that moment. After grabbing Zheng Yuru's hand onto his large penis, Zhou Menglong quickly released it and instead touched Zheng Yuru's vulva, which was tightly wrapped in white lace panties, between her legs, teasing it. Zhou Menglong first extended one finger, stroking Zheng Yuru's plump and luscious vulva along the seam of the panties, where Zheng Yuru's labia opened.

Then, Zhou Menglong's finger stopped in the center of the panties, pressing it against the entrance of her vulva, applying slight pressure. Immediately, Zhou Menglong extended four fingers, covering a large area of Zheng Yuru's vulva, and teasing her with rubbing, pinching, flicking, and pressing all four fingers together.

Zhou Menglong could clearly feel the lustful fluid flowing from Zheng Yuru's tight-fitting panties between her legs, soaking them. When he pressed his fingers against them, he could feel the dampness. Because the panties were covered in the fluid, they were now lubricated against her vulva. Zhou Menglong's actions were essentially using the panties to rub against Zheng Yuru's vulva.

Moreover, the sensation from his fingertips allowed him to clearly feel his fingers gently gliding over Zheng Yuru's swollen, engorged labia. He could feel her pubic hair moaning with pleasure under his teasing, and he could feel the continuous flow of lustful fluid from her vulva.

Zheng Yuru felt Zhou Menglong's fingers teasing her vulva, which was barely covered by her underwear, between her legs. Although they hadn't yet penetrated her underwear, the sensation through the fabric was still so sweet and stimulating, making her even more flustered. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru's moans grew louder, and one hand, unable to resist any longer, reached out and searched for Zhou Menglong's large penis at his crotch.

Although Zhou Menglong continued to tease various parts of Zheng Yuru's body, he was also constantly observing her reactions. Seeing Zheng Yuru actively searching for his penis, Zhou Menglong smiled slightly, straightened his body, and let Zheng Yuru's hand find it. Zheng Yuru couldn't help but moan with pleasure, grabbing Zhou Menglong's penis and stroking it.

Perhaps it was because Zheng Yuru hadn't been with a man for nearly ten years, or perhaps it was because she was too impatient, but as soon as she grabbed Zhou Menglong's hard and hot penis, she began to stroke it rapidly. However, Zheng Yuru's movements seemed somewhat awkward, but it was precisely this awkwardness that gave Zhou Menglong even greater stimulation. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but groan.

Feeling Zheng Yuru's small hand gripping his penis tighter and tighter, that warm and delicate sensation was accurately transmitted from his penis to Zhou Menglong's heart, making him even more excited. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong's hand, which was stroking Zheng Yuru's buttocks, couldn't help but extend a finger and gently stroke Zheng Yuru's anus.

Zheng Yuru's body stiffened, but by this point, she no longer wanted to resist Zhou Menglong's teasing. Feeling his touch on her anus, she suddenly turned to the side, placing her hands on the sofa. This allowed her to easily display her full, snow-white buttocks, tightly encased in white lace panties, welcoming Zhou Menglong's large hands' teasing. Now, Zhou Menglong

sensed that Zheng Yuru was becoming increasingly aroused by his teasing, and it was time for him to take the next step. With this, Zhou Menglong's hand, which had been teasing her vulva through her panties, gently hooked a slit in the fabric, and then his fingers slipped through the gap, making intimate contact with her vulva.

With her most important part of her body compromised, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but gasp. She squeezed her legs together, trying to stop Zhou Menglong's further actions. But immediately, Zheng Yuru sensed something was wrong. As soon as Zhou Menglong's fingers touched her vulva, which was tightly wrapped in her underwear, Zheng Yuru felt her body relax slightly. The restlessness surging within her inexplicably subsided a lot. But when she squeezed her legs together, that restlessness surged violently again, as if her whole body was about to explode.

So, after Zheng Yuru had just closed her legs, she spread them wide apart again. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong's fingers easily slipped between Zheng Yuru's legs and began to caress her. This time, Zhou Menglong truly felt how passionate Zheng Yuru's little pussy was. As soon as his fingers entered her panties, the lustful fluid flowing from her little pussy immediately wet his fingers, and the dense pubic hair and plump mons pubis tightly enveloped his fingers. The wonderful feeling made Zhou Menglong gasp.

Zheng Yuru, panting heavily, writhed her body, responding to Zhou Menglong's teasing of her small, alluring vulva, breasts, and buttocks. Her hand, gripping Zhou Menglong's large penis, rubbed it harder, stimulating his nerves. Now, Zheng Yuru felt her entire body burning hot; her delicate skin, even in her breath, seemed to be sending a signal to Zhou Menglong, craving his loving caresses.

After successfully conquering Zheng Yuru's vulva, tightly encased in white silk lace panties, Zhou Menglong finally released his grip on her full, elastic breasts. Then, his head slid downwards, pressing against Zheng Yuru's soft, supple, and alluring body.

Zhou Menglong's head slid down, past Zheng Yuru's flat and smooth abdomen, and after licking her small and alluring navel for a while, he continued downwards, finally reaching between Zheng Yuru's breasts. As Zhou Menglong's head approached the plump and luscious vulva between Zheng Yuru's legs, tightly wrapped in white silk lace panties, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong took a deep breath and began to blow his hot breath between Zheng Yuru's legs. Looking at Zheng Yuru, who was now completely unguarded, wearing only a pair of panties covering the softest and most mysterious part of her body—her vulva—Zhou Menglong couldn't help but feel smug. He thought about how Zheng

Yuru

had never resisted his large penis pressing against her full and round buttocks tightly wrapped in her black evening dress, then resisted him after realizing his ulterior motives, then saw the beautiful scenery between her legs tightly wrapped in white panties, then played hard to get, making Zheng Yuru fall for his tricks, then licked her breasts with red wine, and now, Zheng Yuru lay there letting him do whatever he wanted. Zhou Menglong's heart was deeply shaken.

Zhou Menglong could see that the white panties tightly wrapped between Zheng Yuru's legs were now soaked with the lustful fluid flowing from her vulva. The already thin white panties became almost transparent after being wet, and the scenery between Zheng Yuru's legs was now faintly visible to him.

Zhou Menglong saw that the white panties clung tightly to Zheng Yuru's legs, outlining the beautiful contours of her vulva in front of him. The two thick labia were now faintly visible, and even more alluring were the few black pubic hairs that clung to the panties, clearly displayed before Zhou Menglong, adding even more seductive charm to Zheng Yuru's vulva.

Seeing this, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but take a deep breath, inhaling the unique scent emanating from between Zheng Yuru's legs. Then, he slowly blew hot air between Zheng Yuru's legs. Zheng Yuru felt waves of hot air entering her vagina and spreading throughout her body. The intense heat stimulated Zheng Yuru's nerves, causing her moans to grow louder and louder.

As if unable to contain her shame, Zheng Yuru closed her legs, hiding her vulva between them. However, the surging desire within her made her quickly spread her legs apart after closing them, allowing her vulva to fully experience Zhou Menglong's passion. After repeating this several times, her panties, which had been dutifully fulfilling their function, could not withstand Zheng Yuru's movements. The pant legs were rolled up, reaching between Zheng Yuru's legs, thus freeing a patch of delicate skin at the base of her thighs from the confinement of her panties and exposing it to Zhou Menglong.

As Zhou Menglong watched the increasingly clear view of Zheng Yuru's vulva, tightly encased in white lace panties, between her legs, his heart pounded. He once again pressed himself between Zheng Yuru's legs. This time, however, Zheng Yuru did not resist Zhou Menglong's actions. Instead, she spread her legs wider, making her vulva even more prominent in front of him.

But instead of teasing Zheng Yuru by pressing his face against her vulva as she had imagined, Zhou Menglong gently stroked her legs with his hands. Then, he began to lick the base of Zheng Yuru's legs with his tongue, moving it back and forth between her thighs, quickly covering them with his saliva.

If Zheng Yuru's vulva was the most sensitive part of her body, then the area between her thighs was the second most sensitive. How could Zheng Yuru withstand Zhou Menglong's teasing of this second most sensitive area? Every time Zhou Menglong licked the area between Zheng Yuru's thighs, she would groan loudly, her body trembling. As Zhou Menglong licked the area between Zheng Yuru's thighs more and more frequently, she began to groan repeatedly. Her soft, alluring body, full of mature womanly charm, trembled incessantly as if she had been struck by a stroke.

At this point, Zheng Yuru spread her legs wide, fully opening her plump and luscious vulva, which was still wrapped in her panties, to meet Zhou Menglong's teasing. At the same time, Zheng Yuru's hands began to press Zhou Menglong's head down, pressing him towards her vulva. It was as if only in this way could Zheng Yuru feel some relief from the restless emotions within her.

While enjoying the stimulating sensation from Zheng Yuru's tender skin at the base of her thighs, Zhou Menglong's hands were not idle either, having already climbed up to Zheng Yuru's large buttocks and begun to knead them. Zheng Yuru's moans gradually grew louder: "Menglong, no, don't lick me like this, lick me, I, I can't take it, I can't take it, please, didn't you, didn't you say you wouldn't, wouldn't have bad intentions towards me, bad intentions towards me?"

Zheng Yuru's moans, so deep they were almost sickening, stimulated Zhou Menglong, making him unable to resist any longer. He lifted up the cuffs of her panties, which were tightly covering Zheng Yuru's alluring little pussy between her legs, and then Zhou Menglong's tongue suddenly plunged into Zheng Yuru's panties, licking her little pussy. A sweet, slightly fishy, and pungent smell wafted over, deeply intoxicating Zhou Menglong.

Zhou Menglong saw that Zheng Yuru's little pussy was overflowing with lustful fluids, and her two thick labia were engorged and turned outwards, revealing the pink flesh inside her vagina, tempting his senses. Zheng Yuru's tender flesh seemed unable to withstand Zhou Menglong's teasing, slowly writhing like a greedy little mouth, silently beckoning to him.

Zhou Menglong breathed in the alluring scent emanating from her little pussy, while his tongue darted between Zheng Yuru's legs. Waves of strange stimulation surged through him, causing Zheng Yuru to scream. In her drunken haze, Zheng Yuru's hands gripped the edge of the sofa tightly, her white body twisting and turning, her now somewhat disheveled hair fully displaying how excited and thirsty this beautiful woman was.

After teasing Zheng Yuru between her legs for a while, Zhou Menglong finally couldn't resist grabbing her pant leg and pulling it down sharply. Zheng Yuru cried out, as if realizing something, and tightly gripped her pants, looking down at Zhou Menglong. At that moment, Zheng Yuru saw that Zhou Menglong had pulled her panties down to her thighs, and her slightly raised mons pubis, like a meat bun, and her dark pubic hair were now fully exposed to Zhou Menglong.

Sensing Zhou Menglong's intentions, Zheng Yuru gripped her underwear tightly, like a drowning person clutching a straw. She murmured, "Menglong, no, didn't we agree? We agreed that I wouldn't agree, that you couldn't, couldn't enter, enter my body, my body? How, how can you, now, now you're going to take off my pants, my pants? What, what exactly do you want to do? What do you want to do? Please, please don't do this, okay?"

Zhou Menglong clearly hadn't expected that Zheng Yuru would still maintain some semblance of rationality at this juncture, asking him such a question. He admired the beautiful woman's self-control. However, when Zhou Menglong saw the intense desire hidden in Zheng Yuru's brows and the wanton look in her large, watery eyes, he vaguely sensed that this beautiful woman didn't want to refuse him, but merely wanted him to find an excuse for her indulgence. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong smiled wickedly: "Sister Zheng, look at what you're saying. When, when did I ever say I wanted to, to insert my big cock, my big cock, into, your, your little cunt?" "It's inside your little cunt. I... I just... I just felt that these panties were too in the way, so... so I wanted to take them off so that... so that I could... could better... better appreciate the appearance of your little cunt, right, Sister Zheng?"

Because he vaguely guessed Zheng Yuru's intentions, Zhou Menglong became even bolder. Some vulgar words that he had been holding back for a long time were finally spoken out. What "little cunt" and "big dick" flew out of Zhou Menglong's mouth and landed in Zheng Yuru's ears, stimulating this alluring and charming beautiful woman, making the lust in her body surge even more.

Seeing Zhou Menglong's eager gaze and hearing his words, Zheng Yuru hesitated. The itchy sensation deep within her vagina made her murmur, "Menglong, Menglong, you, you promised me you couldn't, you couldn't insert...insert into my, my little cunt, my little cunt! You, you want to take off, take off my, my pants, just take them off! I, I won't, I won't object!"

Overwhelmed by lust and influenced by Zhou Menglong's words, this elegant and beautiful woman unconsciously uttered the blush-inducing phrase "little cunt." As she spoke, Zheng Yuru secretly glanced at Zhou Menglong's large penis. Seeing it still protruding from his pants and nodding in acknowledgment, excitement finally shone in her large, watery eyes.

Upon hearing Zheng Yuru's words, Zhou Menglong was overjoyed. With a sudden burst of strength, he pulled down Zheng Yuru's panties, which were tightly covering her plump and alluring vulva, leaving her completely naked before him. Zhou Menglong gazed at her with a dazed expression. He saw that Zheng Yuru's breasts

were firm and full, her abdomen flat and muscular, her pubic hair abundant, and her vulva plump and alluring. Even her legs appeared strong and well-proportioned. This exquisite body didn't resemble that of a woman in her forties; it looked more like that of a woman in her late twenties.

Just as Zhou Menglong was gradually succumbing to the allure of Zheng Yuru's exquisite body and was about to bury his head between her legs again to fully experience her beautiful womanly form, the excited look in Zheng Yuru's large, watery eyes as she gazed at his large penis made Zhou Menglong change his mind. Suddenly, Zhou Menglong took a step back.

Zheng Yuru had thought that after Zhou Menglong removed the panties tightly covering her vulva, he would play with her vulva even more wildly than before. However, she hadn't expected that Zhou Menglong would simply admire her body. A slight sense of disappointment washed over her, causing Zheng Yuru to shift her body uncomfortably.

Seeing Zhou Menglong's burning gaze, Zheng Yuru's heart pounded. A wave of feminine shyness washed over her, making her want to pull her clothes over to cover her naked body, to avoid being watched by Zhou Menglong. However, the restlessness surging within her prevented her from doing so. Instead, she stretched out her body, displaying her proud physique to Zhou Menglong.

At the same time, Zheng Yuru yearned for Zhou Menglong to succumb to the allure of her beautiful body. She hoped that after admiring her, he would once again bury his head between her legs, teasing her vulva and allowing her to relive that blissful pleasure. As she thought of this, the yearning and impulsive look in Zheng Yuru's large, watery eyes became increasingly pronounced.

However, to Zheng Yuzhao's surprise, after admiring her naked body for a while, Zhou Menglong not only didn't bury his head between her legs as she wished, but instead took a step back. Seeing this, Zheng Yuzhao felt a huge sense of disappointment. "Menglong, I, I want, I want yours, you lick me, lick my little cunt!" The moan almost escaped her lips.

But fortunately, Zheng Yuzhao realized something was wrong, so she bit her lip and didn't moan. At the same time, Zheng Yuzhao looked at Zhou Menglong with a puzzled expression, wanting to see what this young man, who had aroused her desire but then left her aside, was going to do.

Zhou Menglong took a step back, poured half a glass of red wine into his glass, but didn't drink it. Instead, he suddenly dipped his hard, hot penis into the glass, and after it was covered in red wine, he took it out. Then, Zhou Menglong put one foot on the sofa, held his penis in one hand, and leaned close to Zheng Yuru: "Sister Zheng, just now, your breasts were covered in red wine, and I, I used my tongue, my tongue to lick it clean for you. Now, my penis is covered in red wine, will you, will you lick it clean for me too?"

Zheng Yuru was wondering about Zhou Menglong's actions, but she didn't expect him to be waiting for her. Hearing Zhou Menglong say this, Zheng Yuru's body heated up. Looking at Zhou Menglong's hard, hot penis still dripping with red wine, a strong desire appeared in Zheng Yuru's big, watery eyes. 11-23
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"Menglong, yes, just now you, you licked the red wine off my breasts. Now, now it's your sister Zheng's turn to help you, to help you. You, you just have to promise me, promise me you won't insert your, your penis into my little cunt, and I, I'll, I'll lick it for you."

Zheng Yu Ru said this only because she felt that the bottom line she maintained had been greatly impacted, so she raised it again to remind herself not to lose herself under the stimulation of Zhou Menglong's big penis, so that she would not unknowingly let him invade her body.

Zhou Menglong had seen far too many women with this kind of mentality. Hearing Zheng Yuru's words, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but sneer inwardly: "Sister Zheng, you're talking nicely now, but in a little while, I'll make you beg me to put my big cock into your little cunt. Tonight, I'm not only going to take your body, but I'll also turn you into a slut, so that every time you see me, you'll want my big cock to fuck you, making you my exclusive plaything."

Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong nodded, gripping his big cock and thrusting it forward again. A wave of pungent, fishy smell mixed with a hint of red wine rushed into Zheng Yuru's nose, stimulating her nerves. Watching Zhou Menglong's big cock get closer and closer to her, getting bigger and bigger, until it was almost touching her delicate face, Zheng Yuru took a deep breath, reached out, and grabbed Zhou Menglong's big cock.

Looking at Zhou Menglong, and seeing him panting heavily, his face full of excited anticipation, Zheng Yuru smiled shyly. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and swallowed Zhou Menglong's large penis. Whether it was because Zheng Yuru had never given a man a large penis before, or because she had been craving Zhou Menglong's penis for too long, she swallowed almost half of it in one go.

Only then did Zheng Yuru realize that her small mouth couldn't possibly accommodate Zhou Menglong's large penis. Even though only half of it was inside, the glans was already pushing against the back of her throat. Feeling some discomfort, Zheng Yuru quickly pulled the penis out a little. Once she felt more comfortable, she began to tease it.

The thick penis filled Zheng Yuru's small mouth completely, making it difficult for her to breathe. However, her large, watery eyes were filled with excitement. Zheng Yuru felt the hard, hot stimulation of Zhou Menglong's penis as she took it into her mouth. Under this stimulation, she felt every cell in her body moaning with pleasure.

To be honest, Zheng Yuru's oral sex skills weren't very good. Her movements as she licked Zhou Menglong's glans were somewhat awkward, and because she couldn't move her tongue freely, her teeth would occasionally bite into Zhou Menglong's coronal sulcus. However, it was precisely this awkwardness and the slightly painful pleasure that gave Zhou Menglong an unprecedented experience of pleasure. Zhou

Menglong felt that Zheng Yuru's small mouth was so warm and moist, making his large penis feel like it had found a home, lingering there for a long time. Watching Zheng Yuru's saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth because she couldn't close it, Zhou Menglong groaned comfortably. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong put his hands on his hips and stretched his penis forward as much as he could, enjoying Zheng Yuru's awkward oral sex.

"Sister Zheng, you're so lucky! Do you know that you're the first woman in the world to enjoy sausage with red wine? Really, Sister Zheng, look at yourself, you're so lewd! Your little cunt must be getting wet so much, isn't it itchy? Do you want me to use my big cock to relieve the itch? You know, my big cock is incredibly effective at relieving itch."

If it were an hour ago, Zheng Yuru might have slapped Zhou Menglong without hesitation after hearing his words, or perhaps turned and left without a word. But now, hearing Zhou Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru not only didn't have that urge, but became even more excited. She sucked on Zhou Menglong's big cock and moved it even more frantically, her infatuated appearance clearly showing that she was extremely excited.

"Sister Zheng, don't be in such a hurry. Right, that's it. Pull the glans out a little, yes, yes, then, cover it with your lips. Yes, you're doing great! Okay, further down, yes, stick out your tongue, be gentler. Yes, don't just push against my glans, try swirling your tongue around it. Yes, Sister Zheng, you're so clever! I only gave you a hint, and you understood! Ah, ah, so good, so comfortable!"

Seeing Zheng Yuru listening so attentively to his words, under his... Zhou Menglong teased Zheng Yuru's penis, partly to encourage her, and partly because he couldn't resist the pleasure of her soft tongue teasing his penis. He began to moan, and the moans reached Zheng Yuru's ears. She hadn't expected that her teasing would elicit such pleasure from a man. A sense of accomplishment welled up inside her, and she unconsciously began to tease him herself, following Zhou Menglong's instructions.

"Oh, Sister Zheng, yes, like this. Ah, right, Sister Zheng, you can also spit out my penis, yes, spit it out, and lick it a few times with your tongue. Yes, yes, that's it, Sister Zheng, come on, Sister Zheng, don't let your hands be idle either. Come on, touch my scrotum. Yes, gently, yes, yes, grab my penis and lift it up. Oh, yes, that's it. Ah, Sister Zheng, you're licking me so well."

“Sister Zheng, that’s right, hold my big cock, that’s right, just like that, slowly stroke it, while you’re stroking it, you can also suck it with your mouth, that’s right, don’t, don’t put the glans in, that’s right, just suck the meatus, ah, so good, Sister Zheng, you’re so smart, you, you not only know how to lick my meatus, you, you also stick out your tongue to lick my meatus while you’re licking it, hiss, so good, Sister Zheng, I really love you so much.”

Under Zhou Menglong’s guidance, Zheng Yuru’s oral skills had made rapid progress. Watching Zheng Yuru teasing his big cock, Zhou Menglong gasped, using the cold air constantly being inhaled to stimulate his nerves, cooling down his emotions that were on the verge of exploding. After a while, Zhou Menglong couldn’t hold back any longer under Zheng Yuru’s nimble tongue, roared, and finally pushed Zheng Yuru away, plopped down on the sofa, and gasped for breath.

Seeing Zhou Menglong's state, Zheng Yuru suddenly got up naked and sat down on Zhou Menglong's lap. After making her own decision, Zheng Yuru lowered her head and kissed Zhou Menglong. Seeing her panting and impatient appearance, Zhou Menglong knew that she had also experienced a strange pleasure when she was giving him oral sex. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so proactive. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong met Zheng Yuru's passionate kiss and they kissed. Zheng Yuru hugged Zhou Menglong tightly, as if she was afraid that Zhou Menglong would suddenly fly away.

Seeing Zheng Yuru's expression, Zhou Menglong knew that this beautiful woman was almost completely aroused by his teasing. So, while passionately kissing Zheng Yuru, he began to move his body, adjusting his position. Only when his large penis was pressed against the edge of Zheng Yuru's vulva did Zhou Menglong stop. Zheng Yuru felt Zhou Menglong's penis touch her vulva, her body stiffened slightly, but immediately softened, continuing to passionately kiss Zhou Menglong.

In Zheng Yuru's mind, after Zhou Menglong pressed his penis against her vulva, he should be about to penetrate her. At this moment, Zheng Yuru felt as if her whole body was about to explode, and her vulva between her legs became unbearably itchy, desperately needing his penis inside her. However, when Zheng Yuru felt that Zhou Menglong was only rubbing against the edge of her vulva without penetrating her, Zheng Yuru became increasingly anxious.

Zhou Menglong sensed Zheng Yuru's need and felt a slight smirk, but pretended not to know what she wanted. He said to her, "Sister Zheng, what's wrong with you? Why are you twisting and turning like that?" Zheng Yuru glared at Zhou Menglong: "

Menglong, good man, good man, you can, you can come in, come in now, I, I want you now, I want your big cock in, you, you're satisfied now, you little rascal, hurry up and come in, my little cunt is already, already so itchy, I can't stand it anymore."

The unbearable tingling sensation in her little cunt made Zheng Yuru feel like ants were crawling all over her body, it was extremely uncomfortable. At this moment, if a big cock were inserted into her little cunt to relieve the itch, Zheng Yuru would be willing to die right away. So, after hearing Zhou Menglong looking at her, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but say what she wanted. As for whether it would be cheating or immoral, she had long since thrown it to the back of her mind.

"Sister Zheng, that won't do. Although you've agreed to let me fuck your little cunt, your big cock isn't willing now. How about it, Sister Zheng, do you like my big cock fucking your little cunt? If you do, beg me. If you beg me, I'll fuck your little cunt. How about it, Sister Zheng? My big cock will get even more excited when it hears your pleading. Come on, Sister Zheng, beg me."

"Ah, Menglong, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore! You, I'll use my big cock, my big cock, to fuck me! Big sister, big sister was wrong, big sister has always wanted, wanted your big cock to fuck her, but, just big sister was shy, so, so until now, until now I haven't let your big cock fuck me. Big sister was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, I won't dare to do it again! Big cock, come and fuck me! I, I'm willing, willing to die under your big cock!"

Under the combined influence of her inner desires and Zhou Menglong's teasing, the beautiful woman finally dropped her haughty facade and begged for a large penis to penetrate her cunt.

Zhou Menglong had long been aroused by the alluring woman, and now that Zheng Yuru had finally begged him, he could no longer restrain himself. He took a deep breath, flipped over, and pinned Zheng Yuru beneath him. Then, with a powerful thrust of his large penis, a soft squelching sound was heard as his thick, hard penis slid into Zheng Yuru's cunt between her legs.

Zheng Yuru, caught in the throes of passion, hadn't expected Zhou Menglong to launch such a fierce attack. She felt something like a burning stick suddenly thrust into her tight little pussy, and her body trembled. She cried out, "Menglong...it...it hurts...ah...your...big cock is so...so big...so thick...I...can't take it..."

When Zhou Menglong inserted his large cock into Zheng Yuru's tight little pussy, he felt it was very warm and fleshy inside. He pressed his hands against Zheng Yuru's breasts, pulling his large cock out to her labia before slowly inserting it again, reaching deep into her cervix. He rubbed the head of his penis forcefully a few times. Zhou Menglong knew that this slow and meticulous approach was most likely to arouse a woman's lust.

Sure enough, after dozens of thrusts, Zheng Yuru's vagina secreted even more fluid, becoming even wetter. Zhou Menglong's hands also continuously kneaded and caressed Zheng Yuru's breasts. Zhou Menglong thrust in and out with all his might. Zheng Yuru felt incredibly comfortable being fucked by Zhou Menglong, and her legs naturally spread wider, raised high and wrapped around Zhou Menglong's waist, tightly hooking her arms around his back. Her eyes were filled with lustful desire, her gaze seductive and alluring, exuding a thousand charms. This captivating posture and mesmerizing gaze would make any man's heart flutter. Zhou Menglong thrust his thick, long penis in and out of her tight, wet pussy with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sending waves of pleasure through Zheng Yuru's long-parched body.

The frenzied thrusting ignited the hidden desires within Zheng Yuru's long-untouched pussy. At the prime of her life, Zheng Yuru completely broke down. Her lustful desires quickly overwhelmed her. How could her long-dormant pussy withstand the wild thrusting of that real, hard penis? A surge of lustful pleasure rose within Zheng Yuru, the stimulation and tension coursing through every cell of her body. She felt the fullness within her wet, sensitive vagina, the frequent touches on her clitoris bringing her pleasure to its peak.

"Ah...oh..."

Zheng Yuru moaned, her body trembling. The swollen, burning penis thrust in and out of her vagina, the full, warm sensation igniting a burning desire within her. Zheng Yuru's little cunt, as if it had found a treasure, tightly opened and closed, sucking on the glans. Zheng Yuru had not been penetrated for a long time, and her little cunt was as tight as a virgin's, which made Zhou Menglong so happy that he couldn't help but shout: "Oh... I... your little cunt is so tight... it feels so good..."

Zhou Menglong sucked on Zheng Yuru's fragrant tongue with intoxication, while his big cock continued to thrust in and out of Zheng Yuru's little cunt from time to time, making Zheng Yuru's delicate body tremble slightly and feel like she was dying of pleasure. Primal lust overcame reason and ethics, and Zheng Yuru, who had been alone in her room for a long time, was immersed in Zhou Menglong's vigorous attack. After a long while, she finally broke free from Zhou Menglong's passionate kiss. Overwhelmed with shyness, her face flushed red, and her eyes slightly closed, she softly cried out, "Oh... ah... I... feel so good..."

289 Madam Yu Ru, 12

Zheng Yu Ru felt as if insects were crawling and biting deep inside her little pussy, both uncomfortable and pleasurable. An indescribable pleasure rippled and swirled throughout her body. Zheng Yu Ru's plump buttocks kept thrusting and responding to Zhou Menglong's thrusts. Zhou Menglong thrust in and out with alternating shallow and deep strokes, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes left, sometimes right. The ignited passion caused Zheng Yuru to reveal her wanton and lustful instincts. Zheng Yuru moaned and groaned, her lips slightly parted, emitting frequent

, soul-stirring cries of pleasure: "Oh... Menglong... I feel so good... so comfortable... my little cunt can't take it anymore... Menglong... you're so amazing... ah..." Her suppressed pleasure finally transformed into wanton cries of joy. Consumed by lust and her heart in turmoil, Zheng Yuru could no longer restrain herself, her voice trembling as she moaned: "Hmm... um... ah... wonderful... Menglong... harder... harder..."

Zhou Menglong deliberately stopped thrusting his large penis, causing Zheng Yuru's face to flush red with anxiety. Zhou Menglong teased Zheng Yuru, "I... I'll make a nice sound..."

"Ah...so embarrassing...good little brother...hurry up and move..."

Zhou Menglong was overjoyed upon hearing this, thrusting his hard, iron-like penis repeatedly. His thick penis moved freely in Zheng Yuru's already wet and lustful little pussy, as if it were his own backyard.

"Oh, oh...good little brother...it feels so good...thrust harder...ah...hum...it's wonderful...um...hum..."

Zheng Yuru narrowed her lustful eyes, excitedly tilting her snow-white neck back, frequently letting out sweet and seductive moans from her small mouth. Zheng Yuru's long-empty little pussy cried out in pleasure under the vigorous thrusts of Zhou Menglong's thick penis, as if she had flown to the heavens. Zhou Menglong's penis felt incredibly comfortable being gripped by Zheng Yuru's narrow and tight little pussy. He changed to a grinding motion, twisting his hips, making his penis rotate inside Zheng Yuru's little pussy.

"Oh... Menglong... good brother... sister... it feels so good to be fucked by you..."

Zheng Yuru's little cunt felt incredibly good as his hot, hard, thick and big cock rubbed against her. She couldn't care less about shame and moaned and cried out in pleasure. Excitedly, Zheng Yuru hugged Zhou Menglong tightly with both hands, her raised legs hooked tightly around Zhou Menglong's waist, and her plump buttocks twisted and thrust up and down desperately to meet the grinding of his big cock. Zheng Yuru was already intoxicated by the pleasure of fish and water.

Zheng Yuru had lost her noble and elegant demeanor in her blissful state. Her moans filled the room, her small, seductive cunt tightly gripping his large penis. The intense grinding and rubbing was a pleasure Zheng Yuru had never experienced before. As Zhou Menglong thrust into her, she gasped for breath, her eyes half-closed, a satisfied joy on her beautiful face: "Ah... Menglong... I feel so good... Menglong... you're really good... Oh... I can't take it... Oh... Ouch... your thing is too... too big..."

Zheng Yuru's wanton and lewd moans frequently escaped from her sexy, alluring red lips, her wet juices overflowing and soaking the sofa. The two of them were indulging in the passion of carnal desire. Zhou Menglong's lips curled into a joyful smile: "Sister Zheng...are you satisfied...are you enjoying yourself...?"

"Mmm...you're really good...oh...I..."

Zhou Menglong gently sucked and nibbled at Zheng Yuru's nipple with his lips. The delicate nipple was stimulated and stood erect like a bean. Zheng Yuru enjoyed the teasing all over her body, causing her to moan incessantly. She cried out in a wanton and seductive manner, her whole body trembled, and her body fluids flowed out continuously. Her beautiful face was filled with spring passion, and her slightly open eyes made her look extremely charming: "Oh! So comfortable...hold on to Zhou Menglong...Menglong...ah ah..."

Zhou Menglong knew that the beautiful Zheng Yuru had fallen into the peak of thirst and climax. Especially with Zheng Yuru's mature body, if he did not give Zheng Yuru fierce thrusts and play with her until she was dead and alive, so that Zheng Yuru could relive the beauty of male and female physical intercourse and satisfy her, he was afraid that he would not be able to win Zheng Yuru's favor in the future. Zhou Menglong immediately jumped off the sofa, picked up Zheng Yuru and threw her onto the bed. He then pulled Zheng Yuru's delicate body to the side of the bed. At this moment, Zheng Yuru's alluring eyes caught sight of Zhou Menglong's erect, purplish-red penis, which made her heart flutter.

Zhou Menglong placed a pillow under Zheng Yuru's smooth, round buttocks, making her pubic mound, covered by her dark, shiny pubic hair, appear higher and more prominent. Zhou Menglong stood by the bed, parted Zheng Yuru's long, fair legs, and then lifted her calves onto his shoulders. Holding his hard, erect penis, he teased her with the head of his penis against her narrow, moist vulva. Zheng Yuru's plump buttocks arched upwards in response, her labia opening and closing like a carp's mouth, seemingly eagerly searching for food: "Oh...please stop teasing me...Menglong...I want your big penis...please...put it in quickly..."

Zhou Menglong, thinking it was time, thrust in forcefully, penetrating all the way in. He unleashed the "old man pushing a cart" technique, a technique that brought women unparalleled pleasure, pumping in and out relentlessly. His large penis filled the small, throbbing cunt completely, each thrust reaching the very bottom, sending shivers of pleasure through the beautiful Zheng Yuru's body. The sounds of their genitals colliding filled the air. Zheng Yuru was completely absorbed, her plump buttocks arching and swaying back and forth in pleasure to meet Zhou Menglong's vigorous and forceful thrusts. She was lost in a passionate, wanton state, experiencing boundless comfort and joy.

"Oh... Menglong... good little brother... so comfortable... hum... so wonderful... I haven't felt this good in so long... you can do whatever you want... I don't care... oh... my body, my heart, are all yours... oh... I'm dying of pleasure..."

Zheng Yuru gasped and moaned in a daze, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, her hair flying, and her body drenched in sweat. The burning desire made Zheng Yuru reveal a seductive and wanton manner, her mind no longer on anyone else. At this moment, Zheng Yuru was completely immersed in the pleasure of lovemaking, her body and mind completely conquered by Zhou Menglong.

Zheng Yuru was overjoyed, intoxicated, and cried out in rapid, delicate cries. Her former noble and elegant demeanor was gone. Zhou Menglong's large penis thrust in and out of Zheng Yuru's little cunt with great force. Zheng Yuru's brows furrowed: "Oh! It feels so good! So comfortable...so comfortable...I'm going to...I'm going to cum..."

Zheng Yuru whimpered, the extreme pleasure making her lose her senses. A thick stream of hot fluid gushed out of her little cunt. Even

after the fluid had flowed out, her little cunt still tightly gripped the thick, hard penis, almost causing Zhou Menglong to lose control of his ejaculation. To completely soothe Zheng Yuru's long-dormant heart, Zhou Menglong suppressed the urge to ejaculate. He picked up the now-exhausted Zheng Yuru and turned her over, making her kneel on the bed with her limbs bent. Zheng Yuru obediently raised her plump, round buttocks, which shone like white porcelain, and exposed the narrow, delicate groove beneath them. The wetness at the entrance of her vagina made her crimson labia glisten.

Zheng Yuru glanced back at Zhou Menglong with her captivating eyes, gazing at him with seductive allure: "Menglong... what more do you want..."

Zhou Menglong knelt behind Zheng Yuru, gently stroking her plump buttocks with both hands: "What beautiful round buttocks."

"Oh dear," Zheng Yuru let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the sheets and her eyebrows furrowing. It turned out that Zhou Menglong's hands were on Zheng Yuru's plump buttocks, and he thrust his lower body forward with force, his large penis penetrating from behind. Zheng Yuru swayed her plump buttocks back and forth in a wanton manner to meet his thrusts, her beautiful body moving back and forth, making her two full breasts sway back and forth in a spectacular display. Zhou Menglong reached forward with his left hand to knead Zheng Yuru's swaying breasts, while his right hand caressed Zheng Yuru's fair, delicate, soft, and fleshy buttocks, thrusting forward forcefully.

Zheng Yuru twisted and turned back to meet him with all her might. The mature and beautiful Zheng Yuru was experiencing this sexual position for the first time, and her whole body was throbbing with excitement. This made Zheng Yuru passionate and her body gush with fluid. The big cock was pressing against the center of Zheng Yuru's hole from behind her plump buttocks, making her feel numb and happy. Zheng Yuru's bright red cherry lips frequently emitted delicate cries that would make any man in the world ecstatic. The "plop" and "plop" sounds of penetration were crisp and loud, and they were particularly conspicuous in the quiet night sky.

"Oh...so good...it feels so good...you know how to play with my pussy...good little brother...Menglong...it feels so good when you fuck me...ouch...oh oh..."

Zheng Yuru gasped excitedly, "Menglong...I can't take it anymore...such a powerful cock...it feels so good...it feels so good...I'm going to come again..."

Zheng Yuru shouted excitedly, not caring whether her voice could be heard outside the room. Her smooth, snow-white body swayed back and forth rapidly, covered with glistening beads of sweat.

Zhou Menglong did not allow Zheng Yuru to beg for mercy. He thrust his big cock in and out even more forcefully. The stimulation brought wave after wave pushed Zheng Yuru's lust to the peak of orgasm. Her whole body was numb and she felt like she was dying of pleasure. Her two tender labia flipped in and out with the thrusting of his big cock. Zheng Yuru was so comfortable that her whole body spasmed. A large amount of hot jade fluid gushed out of Zheng Yuru's pussy, scalding Zhou Menglong's glans with a tingling sensation. Zheng Yuru's starry eyes were slightly open, reaching the peak of pleasure. Zhou Menglong felt Zheng Yuru's little pussy contracting and sucking his big cock. Sensing something was wrong, Zhou Menglong quickly pulled out his big cock. Looking at Zheng Yuru lying on the bed panting heavily, a signature wicked smile appeared on Zhou Menglong's lips. Taking advantage of Zheng Yuru's panting, Zhou Menglong's big cock thrust hard, penetrating Zheng Yuru's little pussy once again.

Although she had already climaxed, Zheng Yuru, still unsatisfied, felt Zhou Menglong insert his large penis into her vagina again, teasing her body. She couldn't help but moan again. A few minutes later, Zheng Yuru was deeply aroused and slowly swayed her white, tender buttocks back and forth to meet Zhou Menglong's movements. After a few gentle thrusts, their movements gradually quickened. Zhou Menglong felt his entire penis was covered in Zheng Yuru's fluids, and it made "squelching" sounds as he moved. Zheng Yuru couldn't help but stick out her lotus tongue and lick Zhou Menglong's lips. Zhou Menglong also stuck out his tongue and wrapped it around her slippery, tender tongue. Zhou Menglong thrust in and out again and again, each time penetrating all the way in, and Zheng Yuru would immediately moan. Their movements were perfectly coordinated.

After kissing for a while, they both looked down at their joined bodies. When Zhou Menglong's penis was fully enveloped by Zheng Yuru's wet and hot vagina, the beautiful mature woman's vulva was completely wrapped around the base of Zhou Menglong's penis, opening and closing like a small mouth. When Zhou Menglong's penis was completely withdrawn, Zheng Yuru's vaginal fluid also seeped out, making both of their thighs wet and slippery. The beautiful mature woman's vulva was pulled in and out with the large penis, which was very beautiful.

Zhou Menglong felt his penis had stretched deep into Zheng Yuru's vagina. The beautiful mature woman's tender little hole tightly wrapped around Zhou Menglong's penis. Zheng Yuru's swollen clitoris was even larger, scraping tightly against Zhou Menglong's penis during the thrusting. Zhou Menglong's penis head scraped hard against the tender walls of the beautiful mature woman's vagina. Zheng Yuru groaned loudly, "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh, ah...ah...ah...ah...it feels so good, I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum, harder, good...good Menglong..."

Zheng Yuru's excited fingernails scratched bloody marks on Zhou Menglong's back. The beautiful mature woman's tender hole gripped Zhou Menglong's penis tightly, convulsing violently and sucking on Zhou Menglong's penis tightly. Zhou Menglong felt that Zheng Yuru was about to climax, so he increased the intensity of his thrusting. The powerful thrusting brought his thick penis straight to Zheng Yuru's cervix. Suddenly, Zhou Menglong felt... The mature woman's lower body gushed out a large amount of hot, wet vaginal fluid, which sprayed directly onto her glans. "Ah...oh...so comfortable!" Instantly, the beautiful, holy, pure, and lovely noble fairy trembled as if electrocuted. Zheng Yuru let out a series of hazy and flustered cries: "Ah...ah...ah...um...oh Menglong...ah, Menglong...oh...ah...oh...I feel so good!"

Zheng Yuru called out to Zhou Menglong passionately, her hands tightly wrapped around the back of Zhou Menglong's neck, and her soft, boneless, delicate, and smooth beautiful body convulsed and spasmed uncontrollably...

The mucous membrane and tender flesh in her tender vaginal walls tightly wrapped around the huge intruder, with an uncontrollable strong contraction and tight grip. Zheng Yuru's snow-white buttocks thrust upwards and rose to meet him, and Zheng Yuru was wrapped around Zhou Menglong's back like a lizard. Zheng Yuru let out a muffled groan for a moment, then cried out desperately, "Ah, ah, Menglong, you're so amazing! Oh, oh, you're going to kill me... Oh ah... Hmm... Ah ha... Oh... I can't take it anymore... Ah, ya... Oh, I'm done!"

With her climax, Zheng Yuru's vaginal fluids gushed out, splashing onto Zhou Menglong's large glans like a hot spring... It took a long time for the fluids to subside.

The two embraced tightly. Zhou Menglong kissed Zheng Yuru's pretty face passionately, sucking on her lips wantonly. Zheng Yuru nestled in Zhou Menglong's arms like a little bird, responding passionately. Their lips met, their tongues intertwined, and Zheng Yuru and Zhou Menglong caressed each other with fiery passion. Zhou Menglong's tongue enveloped Zheng Yuru's fragrant tongue, repeatedly sucking and teasing it in her mouth, until Zheng Yuru's soft, moist tongue also ventured into Zhou Menglong's mouth, greedily searching and licking, the two tongues intertwined intimately...

Although Zheng Yuru had already experienced three orgasms, Zhou Menglong's lust remained unfulfilled. At this moment, tilting her head back, Zhou Menglong, with his large penis still deeply embedded in Zheng Yuru's vagina, launched another attack. Zhou Menglong's movements became increasingly intense, thrusting wildly and making love with abandon, maximizing the impact by pulling out and thrusting in repeatedly.

After hundreds of rounds, he shortened the distance, thrusting rapidly and forcefully, leaving the aroused Zheng Yuru dizzy and moaning incessantly; while on Zhou Menglong's muscular buttocks, the bulging muscles twitched incessantly, like a rutting donkey, desperately pushing into Zheng Yuru's secret place. Having just experienced intense stimulation, Zheng Yuru's burning sensation hadn't subsided when another storm of passion erupted within her tender orifice. Her clitoris was once again subjected to unprecedentedly fierce impacts. The ever-increasing speed and increasingly brutal thrusts made Zheng Yuru feel as

if Zhou Menglong's large penis was a scorching pillar of fire, wildly burning, churning, swirling, and surging within her honeyed cave. Zheng Yuru's delicate face flushed with desire, her legs kicking wildly in the air, her whole body convulsing once more. She cried out in a wanton and lewd voice, "Oh, so itchy... mmm... so good... I'm so full... oh! Menglong... oh my good brother... ah, you're so good... ah... mmm... oh... I'm dying of pleasure!"

Zheng Yuru felt the flames within her growing stronger, penetrating deeper, and spreading further, burning her abdomen and coursing through her entire body!

Zheng Yuru's beautiful face, flushed with desire and radiant with rosy cheeks, appeared even more alluring and captivating. Her full, moist lips trembled, sometimes revealing her pearly white teeth as she hissed and moaned softly. At other times, she tossed her long, glossy black hair, which cascaded down her back and shoulders, its disheveled state only enhancing her captivating charm. Zhou

Menglong lifted Zheng Yuru's thighs with both hands, placing her calves on his shoulders. Then, leaning forward at a forty-one-degree angle, he concentrated his strength in his waist and began to thrust wildly, each stroke deeper and harder than the last, reaching the very core of her secret place with every impact. "Mmm...oh oh oh so good...huff, huff, so beautiful! Ah Menglong, my good brother, oh...oh brother...brother feels so good...so good!"

The beautiful and dignified Zheng Yuru gasped and moaned incessantly, her honeyed juices gushing out towards the penis. Zhou Menglong's intense thrusts made Zheng Yuru's blood boil. Zheng Yuru bit her lower lip tightly, her beautiful face showing a seductive expression that was both shy and pleasurable. After a while, Zheng Yuru cried out again, "Ah...I can't take it anymore...oh oh...so good...ah...don't...kill me...oh, be gentle...okay? Waaah...brother, oh, so good...ah ha...uh...fuck...kill me...ah uh."

As the large penis continued to penetrate deeper, as the speed of the thrusting changed, Zheng Yuru's soul and body enjoyed wave after wave of different sensations. Zheng Yuru involuntarily burst out with moans that were more intense than the last. Zhou Menglong's strength surged like a tidal wave, thrusting deep into Zheng Yuru's flower path, causing her petals to contract in waves. Zhou Menglong's penis swelled in waves, then her petals tightly enveloped his penis, his penis pressing against her petals, a tight, impenetrable interplay. A powerful stimulation simultaneously assaulted both Zheng Yuru and Zhou Menglong.

"Oh... my good brother... brother, you're going to fuck me... fuck me to death... oh... um... please... oh, be gentle... brother... um oh ah... I... can't... take it... anymore..."

Zheng Yuru began to beg for mercy, but Zhou Menglong thrust with increasing vigor, completely disregarding whether Zheng Yuru could handle it. Zhou Menglong pounded into Zheng Yuru like a mad bull, until Zheng Yuru trembled all over, her limbs shaking, and once again, she flew in front of Zhou Menglong! More than an hour later, Zheng Yuru climaxed again amidst wild dancing and screaming.

Finally, seeing Zheng Yuru's sweet expression during her climax, Zhou Menglong could no longer control his excitement. His semen shot out like a flood into Zheng Yuru's sacred and beautiful tender hole. After ejaculating wave after wave, Zhou Menglong's large glans was still pressed tightly against Zheng Yuru's delicate flower core, while Zheng Yuru's tender hole tightly gripped Zhou Menglong's thick and long penis. The huge glans was soaking and moistening in the warm, juicy depths of her vagina.

Even Zhou Menglong himself hadn't expected that he possessed such great ability, persisting for so long with Zheng Yuru, allowing her to experience endless pleasure four times in a row. Looking at Zheng Yuru beside him, her face covered in sweat, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of accomplishment. Putting aside how beautiful, stunning, charming, and elegant Zheng Yuru was, the fact that she was Wang Yuanhe's wife was enough to make Zhou Menglong extremely proud. You must know that in Jiangdu City, Wang Yuanhe's status was second only to the emperor, above tens of thousands of others. And now, Wang Yuanhe's wife was with him. Could any ordinary man even imagine this?

Zhou Menglong, embracing Zheng Yuru, was filled with smugness. After kissing her delicate face, he said, "Sister Zheng, this place is really nice. We were making so much noise, but we didn't disturb anyone."

Suddenly, Zhou Menglong realized something important and turned to look intently at Zheng Yuru's beautiful face. "Sister Zheng, tell me the truth, how did you find this place, and who brought you here?"

Zhou Menglong suddenly thought that this private room was so secluded, and judging from the large sofa, bed, and wine, it was clearly designed for lovers' rendezvous. Since Zheng Yuru had brought him here, did she come here often? And every time, was she accompanied by a young and handsome man? Thinking about this, a pang of jealousy rose in Zhou Menglong's heart.

Zheng Yuru was enjoying Zhou Menglong's tenderness. The tall and handsome man in front of her brought her so many surprises. This beautiful woman, who had been alone in her room for nearly ten years, suddenly felt her heartstrings tremble. Her heart was now completely tied to Zhou Menglong. Thinking back to how she had gone from hesitant to accepting his advances, to finally giving in to his teasing, and then finally being unable to resist her inner impulses and desires, and begging him to possess her, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but blush. But thinking of the pleasure this man had brought her, her heart was filled with a sweet feeling.

Hearing Zhou Menglong ask her this question suddenly, Zheng Yuru was slightly taken aback. She subconsciously turned her head to look at him, and upon seeing him, she noticed a hint of jealousy on his face. Zheng Yuru immediately realized that Zhou Menglong had remembered something. Under these circumstances, her delicate face flushed even more. After giving Zhou Menglong a playful glare, she said, "Menglong, what are you thinking about?" She then sighed softly

, "Let me tell you, I'm the boss of the hotel industry. All the hotels in Jiangdu City are led by me, so I naturally know the hotels in Jiangdu City very well. When a small bar like this opened, they naturally invited me, which is why I know about this place. Besides, this is my first time here since it opened." "I've treated you like that so badly, and yet you're still there, so suspicious and paranoid. Menglong, do you think I'm a promiscuous woman? I'm so heartbroken."

The beautiful Zheng Yuru, though she hadn't been with a man for nearly ten years, as the mayor's wife and the head of Jiangdu's hotel industry, knew exactly how to attract a man's attention. She first explained to Zhou Menglong, then feigned a pitiful, girlish demeanor. Although Zheng Yuru was initially faking it, the thought of Wang Yuanhe, with whom she had been estranged for ten years, and how she had suffered because of him after his arrest, causing her hotel business to plummet, made her realize how deeply she had fallen for a man, yet he didn't believe her. Zheng Yuru's eyes reddened, and she almost burst into tears.

Seeing Zheng Yuru's tearful expression, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of tenderness. He gently kissed her delicate face and whispered, "Sister Zheng, I'm sorry. I... I love you so much, that's why... that's why I'm like this. I'm so sorry, it's not good of me, Sister Zheng. Please don't be like this, it breaks my heart to see you like this. Really, Sister Zheng, I was wrong, okay?"

Seeing Zhou Menglong's anxious expression, Zheng Yuru felt a warmth in her heart. In that moment, she couldn't help but... She smiled slightly at Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, alright, I'm not upset about your suspicions. I'm just upset about what happened to me, you little devil. I don't know how I ended up on your boat, even though I'm more than twenty years older than you. Life is truly unpredictable. Sigh, Menglong, I don't dare to hope for anything. I just hope you'll treat me better in the future, and if you have time, spend more time with me. That would be enough for me."

As she said this, Zheng Jueru sighed softly, a look of desolation appearing on her delicate face. Seeing this expression, Zhou Menglong felt a pang of pain in his heart. After kissing Zheng Yuru's pretty face again, he said firmly, "Sister Zheng, don't worry, you're my woman. I won't let you suffer. As long as I, Zhou Menglong, am here, no one in Jiangdu City will dare to bully you. Although I don't have that power now, I dare say that given a few years, the entire Jiangdu City will be mine. Sister Zheng, don't worry, I will protect you well."

Zheng Yuru opened her big, watery eyes and looked at Zhou Menglong. The words coming out of this man's mouth were naturally not worth laughing at to Zheng Yuru, a woman who had been through many political and business circles. But for some reason, looking at Zhou Menglong's almost domineering manner, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt that this young man was not just making random statements to win her favor. This young man might really be able to do all that. Looking at Zhou Menglong, Zheng Yuru nestled happily into his arms, and a sweet smile of love appeared on her delicate face.

"By the way, Sister Zheng, you need to arrange a table for me tomorrow. I want the best private room, but the table shouldn't be too big, just enough to seat seven or eight people. If you arrange this properly, I refuse to believe that the best restaurant in Jiangdu City would fail just because the owner is Wang Yuanhe's wife."

Hearing Zhou Menglong say this, Zheng Yuru's heart skipped a beat. "Menglong, what do you mean? What you just said to me wasn't a joke. Are you really going to invite people to my restaurant?"

Zheng Yuru suddenly remembered her conversation with Zhou Menglong in the office. At first, she thought Zhou Menglong was just joking, so she didn't take it seriously. But she didn't expect him to say something like this now. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru realized that Zhou Menglong wasn't joking, so she couldn't help but ask him.

Zhou Menglong smiled slightly: "Of course, Sister Zheng, do you think I'm lying to you? Let me tell you, there are two things I won't do. First, I won't lie to the woman I love. Second, I won't fall in love with those promiscuous women. Apart from these two things, I can do anything else. Okay, Sister Zheng, don't worry. After this meal, although I can't say I can bring Golden Beauty back to life, I can guarantee that she will at least be better off than she is now. And there's one more thing you have to listen to me. You understand, you must come with me and accompany these guests I've invited."

Zhou Menglong's words made Zheng Yuru's heart skip a beat, and a sweet feeling welled up inside her. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but open her big, watery eyes wide and look at Zhou Menglong. Long: "Menglong, I... I want to eat with you... this... this isn't appropriate."

Zhou Menglong shook his head: "Sister Zheng, you misunderstood me. I want you to come with me because, firstly, you're the owner of this restaurant. Without Wang Yuanhe's influence, you need to act like a businessman and build good relationships with the customers."

Saying this, Zhou Menglong looked at Zheng Yuru. Seeing that she was listening attentively, he continued: "Sister Zheng, to be honest, don't take it personally. The Golden Beauty's decor and class are top-notch in Jiangdu City. These days, there are plenty of wealthy people. They might not be eating there for the taste; they're eating for the prestige. So the Golden Beauty won't stoop to that level."

“But as Wang Yuanhe’s wife, you might naturally exhibit some of the mayor’s wife’s mannerisms. Although these are unintentional, you should understand that the guests remember them. When Mayor Wang was around, people would come because of him, but when he’s gone, they definitely won’t come anymore.”

Zhou Menglong said this because he suddenly recalled his first meeting with Zheng Yuru. Thinking of Zheng Yuru’s haughty and arrogant manner at the time, Zhou Menglong vaguely felt that the Golden Beauty’s current business might be related to Wang Yuanhe’s downfall, but it was not entirely unrelated to Zheng Yuru’s service attitude.

Because his relationship with Zheng Yuru had grown closer, Zhou Menglong shared his thoughts. After he finished speaking, he noticed a thoughtful expression in Zheng Yuru's large, watery eyes, knowing she was pondering the problem. He smiled slightly and said, "Sister Zheng, so we need to approach this from two angles. First, we need to eliminate the impact of Wang Yuanhe's downfall on your hotel. Second, you need to improve the quality of your staff, helping them overcome their arrogant attitude and start afresh. Of course, this should begin with you, and you can leave the task of eliminating the impact to me. I believe that as long as we work together, we will definitely improve the business of Golden Beauty Hotel."

Zheng Yuru looked up at Zhou Menglong. At that moment, her large, watery eyes held not only admiration but also a hint of respect, and she sighed softly. After saying this, Zheng Yuru rested her head on Zhou Menglong's broad chest: "Menglong, I've been wondering too, why did business become so bad after Wang Yuanhe fell from power? One Wang Yuanhe couldn't possibly have that much power, and with his influence, he couldn't possibly affect so many people. Now that I've heard what you said, I've found the crux of the problem. Okay, Menglong, I'll listen to you, let's do it this way."

The next day at work, Zhou Menglong turned down all the requests to give reports and instead focused on making phone calls in his office. After parting ways with Zheng Yuru yesterday, Zhou Menglong had already thought about who he should invite to dinner. Wang Yuanhe had been arrested by the Discipline Inspection Commission, so some people were afraid to eat at the Golden Beauty Restaurant, probably because they were afraid the Discipline Inspection Commission would say they were involved with Wang Yuanhe. What kind of effect would it have if he invited Liu Yumei and the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Fourth District to the restaurant?

Of course, Zhou Menglong also needed to invite the directors of the reception offices in the four districts. These directors wielded considerable power; aside from places specifically requested by leaders, they had the final say on all official receptions. If these businesses were brought to Golden Beauty, then Golden Beauty's minimum customer base would be guaranteed. These directors, having reached such positions, were naturally close associates of the district party secretaries and heads. If they relayed Liu Yumei's message, there would be no doubt that these leaders would come to support Golden Beauty.

Acting on his idea, Zhou Menglong first went to see Liu Yumei. Liu Yumei was naturally pleased to see him and readily agreed to his request. Seeing Liu Yumei's agreement, Zhou Menglong became even more confident. Under these circumstances, he then made phone calls to the secretaries of the discipline inspection commissions in the four districts. These secretaries, upon hearing that Liu Yumei would be attending the banquet, readily agreed to come to Golden Beauty that evening.

Zhou Menglong also called the four directors of the reception offices. These directors were all shrewd individuals. When they heard that Zhou Menglong, a rising star of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, was inviting them to dinner, and at the Golden Lady Hotel no less, they all vaguely sensed something was amiss. So, the directors of three of the reception offices readily agreed. Only one director hesitated for a while before reluctantly agreeing. This director was Shen Mengdie, the director of the Changyang District Reception Office.

As Zhou Menglong was about to leave work, he was heading to the Golden Beauty Hotel when Liu Yumei suddenly called, saying that Qian Feilan was also attending the banquet. Moreover, due to Qian Feilan's influence, the district party secretaries from all four districts had agreed to attend. This unexpected bonus naturally delighted Zhou Menglong. He knew that Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei were aware of their relationship with each other, but these two shrewd women, skilled in navigating the officialdom, wouldn't make a fuss about it. Instead, they secretly kept in touch. The reason these two important figures were attending was because of him. Touched by Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei's understanding, Zhou Menglong immediately called Zheng Yuru, asking her to prepare two private rooms. Zheng Yuru, surprised by Zhou Menglong's influence, was overjoyed and began making meticulous preparations. By the time Zhou Menglong arrived at the Golden Beauty Hotel, Zheng Yuru was already there.

Upon entering the Golden Beauty restaurant, Zhou Menglong immediately sensed a difference from yesterday. Every staff member wore a friendly smile, and the hint of arrogance that had previously lingered in their expressions had vanished. These waiters had undergone special training, and after Zheng Yuru's guidance, they had naturally returned to their natural role as waiters. This attitude made Zhou Menglong feel right at home as soon as he entered the restaurant. Seeing this, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but secretly admire Zheng Yuru's decisive and effective management.

Upon arriving at the arranged private room, Zhou Menglong saw Zheng Yuru waiting inside. Seeing him, a hint of joy appeared on Zheng Yuru's delicate face. She quickly walked towards him, almost reaching out to take his arm, but then remembered they were in a hotel. Doing so would undoubtedly reveal their relationship, so she stopped, withdrawing her hand. A touch of shyness appeared on her pretty face.

Today, Zheng Yuru, like the other waitresses, wore a long, brightly colored robe, but her robe was of better quality. Her hair was styled in a high bun, and although her face was unadorned, her skin was flawless, her eyes bright and clear, giving her a naturally captivating charm.

Looking at Zheng Yuru's tall figure, full breasts, and slender waist, and smelling the unique fragrance of a mature woman emanating from her, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but recall the crazy scene he had with Zheng Yuru at the Love Bar yesterday. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong's heart fluttered slightly.

"Mr. Zhou, hello. Are you satisfied with the decor here? Are you satisfied with our service? If you're not satisfied, please tell us, and we'll work hard to improve it so you can enjoy satisfactory service,"

Zheng Yuru said playfully, her pretty face flushing even more as she noticed Zhou Menglong looking at her. She suddenly bowed slightly in a polite gesture.

After yesterday's events, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt that the world was full of sunshine and things had become so beautiful. This was a feeling she had only experienced when she was in love between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two. Feeling this long-lost feeling return to her, Zheng Yuru felt even more grateful to Zhou Menglong. Now, her heart could hold no one but Zhou Menglong's shadow.

Seeing Zheng Yuru's expression, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but chuckle. Zheng Yuru's delicate face was radiant with a sunny smile, which deeply captivated Zhou Menglong. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but smile mischievously: "Satisfied? How could I not be satisfied, Miss? What's your surname? I wonder if I could sleep in your bed tonight? If I could, I would be more than satisfied."

Zheng Yuru never expected Zhou Menglong to say such a thing. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned around guiltily. Seeing that no one was around, Zheng Yuru bit her lip and opened her large, watery eyes to look at Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, you're going to die! You, you actually talk to me like that here? Are you out of your mind?"

At this point, Zheng Yuru's tone changed, becoming unusually alluring, and her large, watery eyes shimmered as if they were about to overflow: "Sir, if you're willing..." "Well, tonight is fine too. I can serve you well. But you can't ask for it four times like yesterday, otherwise I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

Seeing the shimmering light on Zheng Yuru's face as she spoke, Zhou Menglong knew she wasn't joking. The thought of once again enjoying this beautiful woman's exquisite body tonight made his mouth dry. Just as he was about to say something, Zheng Yuru said, "Menglong, I've thought it through. There are some things I need to clarify with you."

Zhou Menglong was slightly taken aback, about to ask what she wanted to say, when he suddenly walked quickly past her

, saying, "Secretary Qian, Secretary Liu, you're here!" It turned out that Zhou Menglong was facing the entrance and saw Liu Yumei and Qian Feilan walking in together. He quickly went to greet them, and Zheng Yuru, hearing this, turned around and followed behind him.

The four women immediately started chatting and laughing upon meeting. This is where Zheng Yuru's status became apparent. Although facing two heavyweights from Jiangdu City, Zheng Yuru chatted and laughed with them, quickly becoming one of them. Her humorous remarks frequently made Liu Yuemei and Qian Feilan, two beautiful women known for their maturity and composure, burst into laughter.

Watching the three beautiful women laughing heartily, Zhou Menglong was naturally overjoyed. These three women were all Zhou Menglong's women, but each had her own strengths and charm, and their beauty was not uniform. Imagining them writhing and pleasuring him, a wicked smile crept onto Zhou Menglong's lips. He wondered what it would be like to have all three beautiful women serve him at once. As Qian Feilan and Liu Yuemei entered the restaurant, the people Zhou Menglong had invited arrived one after another. Knowing that he needed their help, Zhou Menglong volunteered to act as a greeter, welcoming them at the entrance. By 7 p.m., all sorts of people had arrived. According to Zhou Menglong's arrangement, Qian Feilan and Liu Yuemei, because of their higher rank, sat in a private room with the district party secretaries and the district discipline inspection secretaries of the four districts, while Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru sat in a private room with the directors of the reception offices of the four districts.

Zhou Menglong wasn't worried about the contents of Liu Yumei and Qian Feilan's package. With these two seasoned officials around, he was confident they could clearly convey his meaning. His current task was to ensure the people in the private room were well taken care of. Although young, Zhou Menglong was on par with the four directors of the reception office. Because of his position within the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, he was given the seat of honor, while the four directors sat around him. Zheng Yuru, currently only the restaurant owner, was seated at the very end. Zhou Menglong had initially thought Zheng Yuru wouldn't be able to overcome her reservations, but seeing her chatting enthusiastically with the four directors, he relaxed.

Only one person stood out from the others. This person entered with a calm expression, ignoring everyone. Even when Zhou Menglong greeted her, she merely nodded indifferently. After the meal began, she sat there silently, only emptying her glass of wine. Soon, the alcohol flushed her delicate face, adding a touch of alluring charm to her mature elegance. This person was none other than Shen Mengdie, the director of the Changyang District Reception Office.

Today, Shen Mengdie wore a white, tight-fitting dress. Her long, black hair flowed casually over her shoulders, the ends curled in waves, giving this woman in her late thirties a youthful and vibrant charm. Her large, watery eyes, though not overtly expressive, held a subtle, lingering resentment in their shimmering light. Zhou Menglong, who was half-focused on Shen Mengdie, could still sense that she seemed troubled. A platinum necklace

adorned her swan-like neck, making it appear even longer and more graceful, causing one to involuntarily swallow hard. Shen Mengdie's shoulders were slightly slender, but not in a way that suggested fragility; rather, they accentuated her delicate features, as if this beautiful young woman at that moment desperately needed care and attention.

Shen Mengdie's breasts, though encased in her top, appeared perfectly round and pert. Perhaps due to her postpartum period, they seemed even fuller and more alluring, almost bursting forth from her white fitted dress, possessing an invisible magic that drew men's eyes to them. Her abdomen remained soft

yet firm, perfectly flat, and her waist was slender, lacking the postpartum bulk of a young woman. Instead, she appeared plump and captivating. Her willow-like waist swayed in the breeze, inspiring a sense of infatuation and a desire to hold her close and caress her.

Shen Mengdie's shapely breasts, encased in a tight-fitting dress, were displayed beautifully before Zhou Menglong. The beauty was indescribable; Zhou Menglong's heart skipped a beat upon seeing them, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of urge to reach out and touch them, to experience their fullness and elasticity.

Shen Mengdie wore a tight-fitting dress, the hem only reaching the top of her thighs, fully displaying her legs. Encased in white stockings, they appeared long and straight, yet full and alluring. Such legs could easily ignite the most primal desires in any man. Zhou Menglong gasped several times upon seeing Shen Mengdie's legs.

The tight-fitting dress accentuated Shen Mengdie's alluring figure, revealing her full and soft body. It possessed both the subtle charm of a mature young woman and the maternal glow of a new mother. Coupled with the faint hint of resentment in her large, watery eyes, this beautiful woman appeared so seductive and alluring, so utterly captivating.

Looking at Shen Mengdie, Zhou Menglong suddenly recalled the scene at the Changyang District Committee when he saw the wet patch on Shen Mengdie's chest. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong suddenly felt a warmth in his heart: "Sister Shen doesn't seem to have anything on her mind. It seems I'll have to ask her properly later. Sister Shen is one of the first women who made my heart flutter. If she has any problems, I certainly won't stand idly by."

He made up his mind, but with the directors of the reception offices of the four districts present, Zhou Menglong couldn't ask anything. So he could only pretend to ignore Shen Mengdie and chat and laugh with the people around him. Although Shen Mengdie was sitting there, her big, watery eyes would always intentionally or unintentionally look at Zhou Menglong's tall figure. When she saw Zhou Menglong's words and the mature and beautiful Zheng Yuru laughing loudly from time to time, the resentful look in her eyes seemed to become even more obvious.

Seeing the atmosphere at the dinner table gradually intensifying, Zhou Menglong picked up his wine glass and stood up. The others, unsure of his intentions, followed suit, raising their glasses and standing. Looking at Zhou Menglong, they said, "My dear friends and brothers, the main reason I'm hosting this dinner today is to announce that I've taken a god-sister as my sworn sister. This god-sister is the owner of this restaurant, and I think you all know her well; she is Ms. Zheng Yuru."

The three people at the table didn't find anything unusual about Zhou Menglong's words. Such god-sister relationships were common in official circles, and everyone was used to it. Only two people showed any surprise. One of the expressions on her face was naturally that of Zheng Yuru. Upon hearing Zhou Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru's expression changed, first with surprise, then with joy. Immediately, as if she had come to her senses, Zheng Yuru also picked up her wine glass: "Come on, my brother and I will toast everyone together."

Another person whose expression stiffened slightly was Shen Mengdie, who had been standing there silently. Seeing Zheng Yuru holding her wine glass and standing in front of Zhou Menglong, Shen Mengdie felt a pang of sadness for some reason. Without waiting for Zheng Yuru and Zhou Menglong to finish speaking, she suddenly tilted her head back and drank a full glass of baijiu, and then poured herself another glass.

Seeing Shen Mengdie's actions, Zhou Menglong's heart stirred slightly, as if he realized something. However, at this moment, the other three directors of the reception office were all offering their congratulations, leaving Zhou Menglong no time to attend to Shen Mengdie. So he could only raise his glass: "Gentlemen, since this restaurant is owned by my sister, and you are all prominent figures, I hope you can come and support my sister more often. Hehe, I'll drink this glass first as a toast."

As mentioned before, these directors of the reception office were all shrewd and experienced people. First, they saw that the district's top leader and the secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission had been invited to the restaurant, and now they heard Zhou Menglong say this. How could these people not understand Zhou Menglong's meaning? Immediately, the three of them expressed that they would definitely come and support him. Seeing that everyone had drunk their wine, Zhou Menglong gave Zheng Yuru a wink, and left the private room with Zheng Yuru.

As soon as the lingering fragrance of the toilet lingered after

leaving the private room, Zheng Yuru looked at Zhou Menglong with seductive eyes: "Menglong, you, you've made such a big decision, why didn't you discuss it with me?"

Zhou Menglong looked at Zheng Yuru's beautiful face and smiled slightly: "Sister Zheng, look at what you're saying, this is such a small matter, do I need to discuss it with you? Don't say anything more, I've already thought it through. You've suffered so much, from now on I will definitely use a very advantageous position to protect you. As long as you're willing, I'll be your little brother forever. Don't worry, Sister Zheng, I will definitely make sure you live a happy life for the rest of your days."

Zheng Yuru looked at the serious look on Zhou Menglong's face as he spoke, and her heart was filled with emotion. Of course, Zheng Yuru knew... Zhou Menglong was doing this for her own good. Although she had already spent the night with Zhou Menglong yesterday, she was nearly ten years older than him, and Zhou Menglong would never give her a formal status. But now, Zhou Menglong had announced to everyone that he was his younger brother, which was equivalent to giving her a formal status. Firstly, she could be with Zhou Menglong legitimately, and secondly, if anything happened to her, Zhou Menglong could stand up for her. After acknowledging this relationship, it could be said that with Zhou Menglong's help, Zheng Yuru would have no problem living happily for the rest of her life. Not to mention anything else, just Zhou Menglong's superpowers in bed would be enough for Zheng Yuru to cherish for a lifetime.

"Alright, Sister Zheng, don't be so sentimental. Come on, let's go to that private room and announce our relationship so that we have a legitimate reason to eat this meal."

What could Zheng Yuru say at this point? She nodded obediently and followed behind Zhou Menglong. Seeing Zheng Yuru's gentle and submissive demeanor, Zhou Menglong's lust was aroused. If they weren't in a hotel, Zhou Menglong might have already pulled Zheng Yuru's soft and alluring body into his arms and taken her right there and then.

In another private room, the others didn't seem surprised at all when Zhou Menglong announced their relationship. Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei gave Zheng Yuru a meaningful look after hearing Zhou Menglong's words. Zheng Yuru, having been in officialdom for a long time, naturally knew that the two women had seen through her relationship with Zhou Menglong, and she blushed with embarrassment. The district party secretaries and discipline inspection secretaries of the four districts, upon hearing Zhou Menglong's announcement, assumed that Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei had arranged this, and immediately offered their congratulations repeatedly, expressing their promise to take good care of Zheng Yuru's business.

Seeing that their goal had been achieved, Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru were about to leave, but the others were not happy about it and insisted that Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru offer them drinks. Helpless, Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru had no choice but to pick up their glasses and each offer a glass, and the others returned the favor with a glass. In this way, the two of them drank more than a dozen glasses of baijiu. Zhou Menglong was a little better, only feeling a little dizzy, but Zheng Yuru was different. After drinking more than a dozen glasses of wine, a hint of mist appeared in Zheng Yuru's pair of watery eyes, and a blush appeared on her delicate face, making Zheng Yuru look even more stunningly beautiful.

Seeing that Zheng Yuru was somewhat drunk, Zhou Menglong quickly apologized and led her out of the private room. After leaving, Zheng Yuru swayed slightly, and Zhou Menglong, quick-witted and agile, immediately supported her. A delicate fragrance emanated from Zheng Yuru, stimulating Zhou Menglong's senses. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Zhou Menglong boldly kissed Zheng Yuru's pretty face.

Zheng Yuru turned her head, looking at Zhou Menglong with seductive eyes: "Menglong, you, you come with me, come with me. I, I have something, something to tell you."

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru straightened up, but intentionally or unintentionally rubbed one of her beautiful breasts, tightly wrapped in her long robe, against Zhou Menglong's crotch.

As Zhou Menglong supported Zheng Yuru, he was a little flustered by the alluring fragrance of her mature beauty. Coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, Zhou Menglong felt his desires stirring again. Although he and Zheng Yuru had already had a physical and spiritual connection, Zhou Menglong was still not satisfied with her alluring, mature, and charming body. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but be overcome by lust.

So, Zhou Menglong followed behind Zheng Yueru. Suddenly, Zheng Yueru stopped at a spot with a toilet sign. Zhou Menglong was both amused and annoyed: "Sister Zheng, didn't you say you needed to see me? Why did you bring me here?"

Zheng Yueru opened her large, watery eyes, a hint of amorousness in her expression: "Menglong, I... I need to pee. Can't you... you come with me?"

It turned out that after hearing Zhou Menglong's words yesterday, Zheng Yueru had meticulously arranged everything, announcing that the restaurant would be closed for the day. Firstly, to conduct a training session for the staff, and secondly, to make full use of resources to entertain the distinguished guests arriving that evening. Therefore, apart from Zhou Menglong's two tables, there were no other customers in the entire Golden Hook Beauty Restaurant. In this empty hall, Zheng Yueru finally couldn't resist her allure and uttered those seductive words to Zhou Menglong.

Zhou Menglong noticed that the top button of Zheng Yuru's robe was undone, whether due to her body's heat or some other reason, revealing her jade-like skin. Zheng Yuru's face was flushed, making her incredibly alluring. Coupled with the hint of spring in her eyes, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but swallow hard. "Sister Zheng, okay, let's go in."

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong walked to Zheng Yuru's side and reached out to put his arm around her slender waist. Zheng Yuru giggled, but turned away, causing Zhou Menglong's hand to miss. After giving him a charmingly glaring look... Zheng Yuru said in a sweet voice, "You jerk, Menglong, didn't we agree that you could enjoy me to your heart's content tonight? But not now. Those people are still eating. If they see the two of us coming out of the bathroom, we're doomed. Okay, Menglong, just bear with it. Tonight, I'll definitely give it to you, okay?"

As she spoke, Zheng Yuru walked towards the bathroom. Zhou Menglong watched Zheng Yuru's body disappear into the bathroom, feeling a little anxious. He paced around in place, as if he wanted to rush into the toilet, but hesitated. After a while, Zhou Menglong gritted his teeth, and a wicked, signature wicked smile appeared on his face.

Zhou Menglong knew that with Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei in charge, these people wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. And once these veteran officials started drinking, it would take three or four hours to finish. If he went into the restroom now, he might have another hour or two to enjoy some wonderful pleasures with Zheng Yuru. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong moved to walk towards the restroom, but suddenly saw a waiter pushing a trolley towards him. Zhou Menglong pretended to be nonchalant and went to greet the trolley. The person pushing the trolley recognized Zhou Menglong and stopped immediately.

Zhou Menglong was drawn to a plate of cucumbers on the cart. He grinned mischievously, picked up the largest cucumber, took a bite, and said to the waiter, "Not bad, this cucumber is delicious."

The waiter smiled, pushed the cart away, and Zhou Menglong looked around to make sure no one was watching. He put the half-eaten cucumber in his pocket and quickly went into the restroom. At the door, he made sure to leave the "Cleaning in Progress" sign. After entering the restroom and closing the door, he saw Zheng Yuru sitting on the toilet, looking at him with a half-smile.

As expected of the top hotel in Jiangdu City, even this small restroom was spotless, cleaner than some people's homes. And despite being a restroom, it had no unpleasant odor, instead exuding a faint, pleasant fragrance. Seeing Zhou Menglong enter, Zheng Yuru smiled seductively, "Menglong, didn't I tell you to wait for me outside? Why did you come in?"

At this moment, Zheng Yuru's long robe was pulled up to her waist, revealing a pair of snow-white legs. Perhaps due to Zhou Menglong's caresses yesterday, Zheng Yuru's legs appeared fuller and her skin more alluring than before. Hearing Zheng Yuru's words, Zhou Menglong... With a smile, Zhou Menglong said, "Sister Zheng, I just wanted to know. You told me you had something to discuss with me, but I didn't know what it was, so I came to ask you. Also, you've been in the bathroom for so long, I was worried something might have happened to you, so I came in to check on you."

Zhou Menglong noticed that as he spoke, Zheng Yuru's charming smile became even more pronounced on her delicate face, and the spring-like look in her eyes intensified. He knew that Zheng Yuru and he were just tacitly in sync, and that she was actually waiting for him here. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong didn't stand on ceremony. He immediately walked up to Zheng Yuru, pulled her up, and hugged her tightly. In a flurry of activity, Zhou Menglong had stripped her naked. She leaped onto Zhou Menglong, deftly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, revealing his hard, hot penis. "Sister Zheng, I didn't expect you to be even more eager than me. Honestly, look at you, it's like you can't wait to devour my big cock."

Seeing the mature and beautiful woman's anxious expression, Zhou Menglong knew that yesterday's encounter had aroused her lust, so he couldn't resist teasing her. As he spoke, Zhou Menglong lowered his head and forcefully sucked on her full, cherry-like lips.

"I missed you, I really missed you. Since you left yesterday, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a single moment."

As Zheng Yuru murmured, she pulled Zhou Menglong's pants down to their lowest point: "Thinking about how crazy you were yesterday, I... I can't help but want you, want your big cock to fuck my little cunt properly, really, Menglong, just thinking about you soon inserting your big cock into my little cunt again makes me so excited."

Zhou Menglong pressed his chest firmly against her soft breasts, gently kneading them and feeling their softness and elasticity, while softly saying to Zheng Yuru, "Sister Zheng, what did you say you wanted to tell me? I want to hear it."

Zheng Yuru shifted her body slightly, making herself more comfortable in Zhou Menglong's arms, which also made it easier for him... Menglong caressed her breasts even more, and under his touch, Zheng Yuru's breathing became rapid. "Menglong, there are two things I need to tell you. First, I want to divorce Wang Yuanhe."

This was something Zhou Menglong had expected. Hearing Zheng Yuru say this, Zhou Menglong nodded and continued to play with her full and firm breasts. Zhou Menglong felt that after his training last night, this beautiful and charming woman's body had been completely opened up to him. He had only touched her a couple of times, and Zheng Yuru's breathing had become heavy, and it seemed that she was leaking fluid between her legs.

"The second thing, the second thing is, I, I want to transfer 60%, 60% of the shares of this hotel to you."

Zhou Menglong clearly hadn't expected Zheng Yuru's second matter to be like this, and his body stiffened slightly: "Sister Zheng, you're not joking, are you?"

Zheng Yuru felt Zhou Menglong suddenly stop teasing her, and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Under this situation, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but open her big, watery eyes and look at Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, I really mean to do this, what, isn't this wrong?" "..."

Zhou Menglong shook his head and said seriously to Zheng Yuru, "Sister Zheng, you may not know me very well. I am a man, and I want to protect my woman. I will not accept anything from any woman, whether you are sincere or just grateful."

Looking at Zhou Menglong's expression, Zheng Yuru vaguely sensed that her actions had provoked him. Zhou Menglong was a man, and her actions had shattered his pride. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but hug Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, right..." "I'm sorry, I... I take back what I said. I was just thinking... thinking about proving my love for you, but... but I didn't consider your feelings. Really, Menglong, right? I upset you. Okay, I take back what I said, okay? Please don't be angry anymore."

Seeing the anxious look on Zheng Yuru's delicate face, Zhou Menglong smiled slightly: "Sister Zheng, look at what you're saying, how could I be angry with you? I know you truly love me, but love has many forms; it doesn't necessarily have to be expressed through gifts." "Alright, Sister Zheng, let's not talk about this anymore, okay? Goodnight is fleeting, and if we don't seize the opportunity, we won't have another chance after dinner."

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong reached out again, one hand grasping Zheng Yuru's full, firm breasts and kneading them, while the other hand caressed her snow-white buttocks, teasing the mature and beautiful woman. Under Zhou Menglong's teasing, Zheng Yuru's body began to sway slightly, and her breathing became heavy again. "Menglong, come on, I...I want you, really, come on!"

Zheng Yuru whispered, feeling the growing arousal brought on by Zhou Menglong's sensual hands teasing her most sensitive areas.

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