Chapter 243: The first time of wantonness

Chapter 243: The first time of wantonness

There is a discussion in psychology that people's psychological state will undergo subtle changes at different periods of time.

Day and night, morning and dusk, people may make completely different decisions about the same thing.

Generally speaking, people's psychological defenses are relatively fragile at night. This is the unconscious relaxation after leaving work and entering leisure time.

Another point is that in the minds of many people, the dark night is an alternative protective color. They can take off their disguises and masks and release their emotions wantonly...

When the clock hand pointed to eleven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Qingkui, still wearing a professional skirt and thin black stockings, walked to the door of the master bedroom, then raised her hand and pressed the doorbell next to her.

After a while, Zhou Wang's voice came from inside: "The door is unlocked, come in."

Jiang Qingkui, who had adjusted her mentality at this time, gently pressed the door handle. The pressure-sensitive door lock lit up with a green light, and then opened in response. Jiang Qingkui, wearing slippers, walked in lightly.

"week..."

Before he could say "Mr. Zhou", the lights in the originally spacious and bright master bedroom suddenly dimmed.

Jiang Qingkui just had a bad premonition, and the door behind her was silently closed. Jiang Qingkui, who noticed something, just turned around, and her waist tightened. Under the power of inertia, Jiang Qingkui screamed and was pushed to the corner. .

Close at hand, there was the man's slightly alcoholic breath, and the big hands on his waist were so hot that they made Jiang Qingkui's heels weak, and she almost slipped from the wall.

Jiang Qingkui had never had close contact with the opposite sex before, which led her to have a question...

Is a boy's body temperature originally that high?

This was just a thought that flashed through his wild thoughts. In fact, at this moment, Jiang Qingkui was so distraught that she couldn't tell what she was thinking.

This was completely different from what she had imagined unfolding.

Zhou Wang pushed her against the wall again. Last time, he had an excuse to help her back to the room, but this time he was so direct and rough, catching her off guard, and she felt an inexplicable feeling in her panic.

It seems like fear, but also like expectation.

"Zhou Wang, you...what are you doing? Let me go!"

Jiang Qingkui, who barely came back to her senses, looked at Zhou Wang, whose eyes were so bright that it was frightening, biting her lips and trying to take the lead in questioning.

But Zhou Wang spoke softly and interrupted her: "Since you have chosen to come, isn't this what you long for?"

Zhou Wang hugged her waist and marveled in his heart.

The touch that comes back is not the kind of thinness without texture, but the tightness in the palm of the hand, which is jumping and bouncing... The feel is much better than that of Teacher Ni.

My sister's waist is not a waist, but a deadly scimitar...

Their bodies were barely touching, but instead Zhou Wang experienced a stimulation that was far more stimulating than pressing tightly.

Jiang Qingkui was trembling, and the slight trembling caused by her breathing was transmitted through Zhou Wang's palm, which was inexplicably wonderful.

Jiang Qingkui was stunned, and then struggled with some embarrassment, "You are talking nonsense, I thought you wanted to talk to me about serious matters..."

"Is this nonsense?"

Facing Jiang Qingkui's slightly energetic jump, Zhou Wang just raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Then why did you change the color of your lipstick?"

Jiang Qingkui's struggle weakened significantly. She avoided Zhou Wang's eyes and said slightly panicked: "I...I don't understand what you are talking about."

Jiang Qingkui really didn't expect that Zhou Wang would even discover such details...

How could she understand how attractive her red lips were, especially after Jiang Qingkui dressed up carefully today, that little bit of red in the mountains and plains had attracted Zhou Wang's attention more than once.

The moment Jiang Qingkui touched the wall, Zhou Wang noticed that the color of her lipstick had changed, from the hawthorn-like deep red during the day to the jelly-like tender red at the moment. Under the slightly dim light, it looked even more obvious. lure.

The two-petal flowers seem to be dripping with water at any moment, waiting for hungry travelers to pick them.

Zhou Wang sighed again. Among all the women around him, Jiang Qingkui's lips were really perfect, no matter in terms of shape or texture, or the softness that appeared in the thickness between opening and closing.

I can't even imagine how nice it would be to kiss her or be kissed by her.

My sister's mouth is not a mouth, it is spring water by the river...

"not understand?"

Facing Jiang Qingkui's pretending to be stupid, Zhou Wang just smiled, "Then let me ask you again, why did you even change your stockings?"

When Jiang Qingkui froze, Zhou Wang had already narrowed his eyes, raised his palm in front of Jiang Qingkui, and then slowly lowered it.

Jiang Qingkui's breathing was rapid. She should have stopped Zhou Wang during this process, but she still watched helplessly as Zhou Wang dropped his hand and put it under her knees.

Because her heart was confused again.

She never expected that Zhou Wang would even notice that she had changed into a pair of silk stockings... What a strange detail!

After all, it was early September in Mingcheng, and the weather was still very hot. The pair of stockings that came with Hermès Haute Couture were a little sticky after wearing them for a day due to sweating, so Jiang Qingkui changed into a pair of the same color after returning to the room.

In fact, she was wronged about this, it was just lipstick, but she really didn't change these new stockings with the intention of pleasing Zhou Wang, it was purely for comfort.

At the moment, Jiang Qingkui was wearing black pantyhose from a brand called Wolford.

This brand is known as the "Hermès of stockings". The average price of a pair of stockings is between 500 and 1,000. Although the price is exaggerated, it is really comfortable to wear.

In the past, Jiang Qingkui didn't like wearing stockings and high heels, but now she is probably used to it, and it would be a bit uncomfortable if she didn't wear them...

Jiang Qingkui's mind turned quickly and she immediately pointed out the loopholes in Zhou Wang's words.

Zhou Wang had to admit that what she said made sense, but since the dog man had brought it up, how could he give up so easily? He just smiled and said:

"Then it's okay if I don't look at your body?"

"Ah, why... why don't you look?"

Jiang Qingkui was stunned for a moment, obviously unable to keep up with Wang Wang's thinking.

Zhou Wang put down the ice Coke in his hand and waved to her.

Although she knew that this was the devil's whisper, Jiang Qingkui froze, and still walked over unexpectedly, bent slightly, and asked Zhou Wang to put his mouth to his ear and whisper something.

Jiang Qingkui's ears turned red. She opened her mouth several times, but she didn't know what to say.

Zhou Wang just looked at her with a smile, "That's okay, don't worry, I just want to appreciate it out of curiosity, you can just pretend that I don't exist."

I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Qingkui, who was biting her lips, nodded slightly.

"Okay... okay."

...

That night, at 11:45, it was still Zhou Wang's master bedroom.

Jiang Qingkui knew that Zhou Wang's custom-made big bed cost more than two million, but as she was lying on it, she had no intention of experiencing how soft and comfortable this big bed was.

She... just felt like her head was buzzing, and she had a sense of confusion that she didn't know what she was doing.

She didn't know why she agreed to Zhou Wang. She never thought in her life that one day she would do such a shameful thing in front of a man.

But it has to be said that Jiang Qingkui is Jiang Qingkui. She doesn't have so many twists and turns that ordinary women have. When she found that she couldn't tell her own mental state at all, she simply ignored it.

Now that you have agreed, just do it, end it as soon as possible, and you will be free.

Jiang Qingkui took one last look at Zhou Wang, moved a stool and sat at the end of the bed, and couldn't help feeling annoyed.

Zhou Wang, are you really here to watch the show?

Ignore him, ignore him...

After reciting a few words silently and taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingkui was finally ready. She took off her coat, unbuttoned the top of her white shirt, and then pulled the thin quilt aside, covering herself completely, with only the top of her neck exposed. .

After a "rustling" movement, Jiang Qingkui raised her hand, and the Hermès haute couture skirt was thrown out from the quilt.

Then Jiang Qingkui lost her voice, but some fluctuations could be seen in the quilt.

Zhou Wang took a sip of Coke, waited slowly for a while, and finally heard the sound he wanted——

Although Jiang Qingkui tried her best to restrain herself, her breathing began to become heavier.

When Zhou Wang looked over, her expression had become extremely interesting. Her eyes were slightly closed, a little blush slowly rose from her neck, and her beautiful eyebrows were all twisted together. Occasionally, Jiang Qingkui opened her eyes. , you can see the out of focus in her pupils.

She seemed to really be getting into it.

As time passed, Jiang Qingkui's expression became more and more tangled, and a thin singing voice began to float out of her throat, faintly, but echoing in the quiet room.

Zhou Wang finally couldn't sit still anymore. He put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked to the bed, looking at Jiang Qingkui at such a close distance.

Jiang Qingkui kept her promise. Taking a closer look, Zhou Wang was sure that she was not acting, but a real solo.

A little bit of sweat was flowing down from her smooth forehead. Zhou Wang just didn't know if girls would also fantasize about some scenes at this time, but he could see Jiang Qingkui's movements getting bigger and bigger under the quilt.

Her body was obviously twisted into an unconventional posture. If it weren't for the gentleman's agreement, Zhou Wang would have wanted to lift the quilt and take a look.

As Jiang Qingkui became more focused, her expression became more painful and her singing became louder.

At a certain moment, she didn't know if she had reached a certain point. Jiang Qingkui, who was out of breath, finally stopped briefly. She opened her eyes unconsciously and looked at Zhou Wang.

Zhou Wang had never seen Jiang Qingkui's eyes so soft and charming. They seemed to contain a thousand words, including desire and helplessness.

She stared around and heard two nasal sounds coming from her throat.

Zhou Wang actually didn't hear clearly what she was saying, but Zhou Wang felt that he understood what she wanted.

Zhou Wang, who was already overwhelmed by the atmosphere, couldn't care less about the agreement...

He is a man, and he probably can't bear it at this time.

He slowly lowered his body and moved closer to Jiang Qingkui.

During this process, Jiang Qingkui's eyes were flustered and she shrank briefly, but she opened her mouth several times, but in the end nothing came out.

I gave you a chance, Sister Qingkui...

Zhou Wang stopped hesitating and accelerated suddenly.

"Ugh!"

Zhou Wang finally tasted the spring water as he wished.

Hmm... delicious food on earth.