The Men at Her Feet

She froze suddenly as she felt a solid thing poking her thick thighs and she gaped at his blurry face in shock. This was why she did not want to drink the wine, her alcohol tolerance was almost zero, What alcohol did he feed me?! She thought angrily as her strength left her limbs and hanged weakly beside her.

Knowing that she can no longer escape, she pushed against his chest in anger, “Who do you think are?” She snarled, drunk and in rage, “I am not a lowy prostitute, how can you all treat me like this continuously?!”

Pei JingZhi stared at her drunken eyes, her anger made her look extremely adorable. “This one treats princess as my only love,” He said blandly as his hand moved expertly to undress her, “We are lovers, I will never treat this like a business transaction.”

(TNote: basically saying that he will not pay for her services, hence she’s not a prostitute. Smh I hate this guy...)

She screamed as her huge bosoms hanged, bouncing slightly as they were freed. As she struggled and kicked wildly, her pale thighs were exposed as he spread them apart with his own legs while his smooth hands fondled her bunnies affectionately.

“Princess, today is your birthday, my only wish is that it’ll always be spring time for you,” Pei JingZhi smiled vaguely as he took a sip of wine and kissed her lips passionately, passing the wine into her delicate mouth.

His tongue flickered inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow the wine he gifted. Her eyes glazed over as she swallowed the wine, her arms hanged limply around him as a drop of wine leaked down her chin, disappearing in the gap between her bosoms.

Pei JingZhi eyed the drop of wine disappearing between her twin bunnies as he licked his lips seductively, “Princess, are you ready?...” He growled deeply as he lifted up her chin with a single finger. Her almond eyes were unfocused, her alluring face were bright scarlet and her soft lush lips were slightly agape as she breath.

“N...no...” She whimpered weakly as she tried to steady herself.

“Oh? But this one can no longer wait...” He whispered into her reddened ear and he carried her onto a chair, spreading her legs apart on both sides of the hand rest.

He lifted her wrinkled skirt and tore opened the inner wear that was blocking her delicate petals. His eyes glinted dangerously as her exposed softness, suddenly chilled by the air in the room, trembled slightly and spitting out drops of nectar from the tight lips.

Due to his continuous teasing and the scorching wine, her body was exceptionally sensitive and her damp walls immediately held on tightly to his fine her as he stuck it into her.

He moved his fingers, digging deeply into her and pulling out streaks of translucent nectar.