Zhou Jiayu was waiting for Shen Zhirou in the private room.

When Shen Zhirou arrived and opened the door, she saw boxes and boxes of beer bottles and two empty liquor bottles on the table.

How much had he drunk?

She looked at Zhou Jiayu, lounging lazily on the sofa. She walked over and bent down slightly, asking, “Are you okay?”

The room was still playing music, a bit noisy.

She raised her face, looking for the control switch to pause the music, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled into his arms.

She fell onto his lap, smelling the strong scent of alcohol and tobacco on him.

She didn’t like it, but because it was coming from him, she didn’t mind it.

“How much did you drink?” Shen Zhirou asked, looking at his face flushed from alcohol.

She reached out to touch his face, feeling the heat radiating from him.

“Not too much, I’m not that drunk,” he said, grabbing her hand and leaning in to kiss her lips.

She smelled so good, a scent that made him lose himself.

The alcohol made him feel unbearably hot.

Zhou Jiayu cupped the back of her neck and deepened the kiss.

The alcohol on his breath made her feel dizzy.

Their tongues intertwined, the taste of tobacco in his mouth was masked by her sweetness.

His hand moved from her shoulder, down her back, and cupped her waist.

His fingers brushed the crease between her waist and thigh, pressing lightly, the intent obvious.

Shen Zhirou was distracted by his ambiguous touch. She lowered her head, watching his hand on the side of her thigh.

She looked at Zhou Jiayu, seeing the deep lust in his drunken eyes.

He kissed her collarbone, then moved up to kiss her chin, trailing kisses behind her ear, his hot breath stirring her desire.

“I can’t control myself,” he said, his tongue flicking her earlobe.

Shen Zhirou shivered in his arms.

“If you don’t want it, just tell me,” he whispered in her ear.

His hand caressed her thigh, fingers lifting her skirt.

He paused for a moment, then slid his hand under her skirt, moving upwards.

Shen Zhirou stiffened in his arms, but his kisses on her neck made her weak.

His fingers reached her mound, slowly pressing between her thighs.

“Mm…” Shen Zhirou couldn’t help but moan.

Her pussy was swollen, the instant his fingers pressed, a wave of pleasure hit her.

Zhou Jiayu watched her lean against his shoulder, too shy to let him see her aroused face.

He thought she was adorable, so cute he could go crazy.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his crotch.

He was rock hard, his thick cock straining against his pants, ready to burst.

Shen Zhirou squeezed his thick cock through his pants, surprised he had held back this long.

“Touch it, it’s about to explode,” Zhou Jiayu coaxed, undoing his belt.

As he pulled down his pants, his stiff cock sprang free.

Under the revolving lights of the room, Shen Zhirou saw his massive erection.

She gently touched the smooth head, watching the shaft twitch with pleasure.

“Don’t just play with it, stroke it,” Zhou Jiayu said, leaning back and spreading her legs to straddle him. He guided her hand to wrap around his shaft, moving it up and down slowly.

His other hand slipped under her skirt again, hooking her panties aside, finding her soaked pussy.

His fingers brushed her labia, making her go limp in his arms.

She squeezed his cock hard, making him groan with both pleasure and pain.

His fingers, now wet with her arousal, almost made him lose control.

“Zhou Jiayu…” Shen Zhirou’s voice trembled as she called his name.

She felt like she was going to die from the overwhelming desire, so intense that she needed relief immediately.