Zhou Jiayu listened to her soft voice calling “Lu Fanghuai,” and his emotions were all over the place.

But this wasn’t the time to clarify things. It wasn’t the right moment to tell her his name wasn’t Lu Fanghuai.

“Call me Ayu.”

“Ayu?”

“It’s my nickname. Don’t call me Lu Fanghuai.” Zhou Jiayu kissed her lips.

His fingers explored the folds of her pussy, swirling around the entrance where the heat pooled.

As his fingertips pushed slightly inside, he felt the tight grip.

Shen Zhirou’s mind was a mess, her hips involuntarily moving, wanting him to go deeper.

He pushed her panties aside again, rubbing her wet pussy, smearing her juices all over her inner thighs.

“You’re so sensitive, baby,” Zhou Jiayu whispered, licking her earlobe, trying to control himself while prepping her.

His fingers broke through the slick membrane, pushing into her core, barely halfway in, and she was already trembling in his arms, her pussy clamping down, releasing more warmth.

Her juices flowed down his fingers, soaking his hand and dripping onto his pants.

“Ayu, I…”

She felt like she was about to burst…

But before she could finish, he covered her mouth with his.

The cock in her hand twitched, already painfully hard, seeming to swell even more.

Shen Zhirou looked down at the cock in her grasp, veins bulging prominently.

She stroked it up and down, watching the bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

Her touch sent waves of pleasure through him, making him almost lose control.

“Can I put it in? Please, Rou Rou.” He pulled his hand from her pussy, smearing her juices on his cock.

“Do you have a condom?” Shen Zhirou asked, her fingers tracing the veins down to the base, squeezing his balls.

Where did she learn these moves? It was driving him wild!

Zhou Jiayu hooked his arm under her knee, pulling her closer, pressing his cock against her pussy.

Her panties slid back, getting caught in her pussy lips, making her itch.

Just as she was about to lift her skirt herself, Zhou Jiayu picked her up.

The sudden loss of balance made her cling tightly to his neck, pressing her whole body against him.

She felt her nipples, already hard, rubbing against her bra, making her crave skin-to-skin contact.

“Ayu…” She seemed to be getting drunk on his scent, moaning softly, initiating a kiss.

Zhou Jiayu kissed her back, kicked open the bathroom door, and carried her inside.

He set her foot down and locked the door behind them.

His hand slipped under her skirt, squeezing her ass, moving towards her pussy.

His fingers pushed deeper, scraping out her juices, repeatedly stretching her tightness.

His cock rubbed against her stomach, making her tender skin red.

“Mm… Ayu…” Shen Zhirou was almost too weak to stand, clinging to his shoulders, breathing heavily into his neck.

When she tilted her head back, her lips brushed his Adam’s apple.

It was hard too.

The movement of his Adam’s apple reminded her of their first meeting.

Now it was clear, he had been hungry for her all along.

“Want to fuck you, baby.” Zhou Jiayu looked into her eyes, glazed with lust, making him lose his mind.

He hugged her tightly, pressing against her hard.

But it wasn’t enough.

Zhou Jiayu let go of her leg, pressing his hard cock down between her thighs.

“Let me rub against you first, help me calm down.” He kissed her, “Squeeze your thighs, baby.”

The inside of her thighs burned from his cock, mixing with her flowing juices, making everything sticky and hot.

His cock rubbed against her pussy, making her lips swell with discomfort.

Shen Zhirou almost wanted him to just thrust in.

Zhou Jiayu was struggling too. The friction wasn’t enough to relieve his desire, it only tested his limits.

But without a condom, he had to endure it.

He moved his hips, smearing her juices all over his cock.

Just as he was trying to release some tension, someone knocked on the bathroom door.

Shen Zhirou was startled, clenching her thighs, her pussy gripping his cock.

Zhou Jiayu held her, calming her, “It’s okay, the door is locked.”

He had seen a waiter passing by the private room earlier, which was why he brought her to the bathroom. He hadn’t expected someone to knock.

Zhou Jiayu was annoyed, about to say something when Shen Zhirou called out, “Someone’s in here!”

The knocking stopped.

But Zhou Jiayu didn’t know that the person knocking wasn’t a waiter, but Lu Fanghuai.