Official Career Storm
Chapter 615

Chapter 615: Chapter 615

Song Guanchao’s fever had subsided considerably. Though not completely gone, with a night’s rest and the meticulous care of the two women, his spirit was only slightly worse than usual.

His reaction time was also a bit slower.

So much so that it wasn’t until Zhou Qian had completed the entire set of actions, and he felt the beauty’s seam so close, that he abruptly reacted.

At that moment, Zhou Qian suddenly let go of his hand and placed it on her waist, pressing her body against his.

The tongue that entered his mouth burst with an irresistible temptation, as if to melt her petite body entirely into Song Guanchao’s.

This passion, this overwhelming surge of love, nearly drowned Song Guanchao.

Her voluptuous buttocks deliberately suppressed the extent of their movements, probably fearing that it would awaken Wu Yun.

Even so, with each meeting, the most intimate parts of their bodies still made the closest contact.

Feeling the signals her body released, Song Guanchao had some inner turmoil and struggle.

He could clearly feel that she wanted to give herself to him, to be possessed by him.

Eventually, the hand Song Guanchao had on her waist moved downward, grabbing her surprisingly elastic buttocks.

Zhou Qian seemed to feel something. She stopped her fervent initiative, slowly withdrew her tongue, her eyes hazy with love, and softly moaned.

Under that moan, Song Guanchao’s internal struggle cleared away.

He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her forcefully into his arms.

In an instant, he felt the tight friction, a depth by degree beneath the slippery moisture, and the stimulation from the friction along the way was enough to make him lose control.

The moment their bodies perfectly aligned, Zhou Qian’s delicate body tensed up, the suppressed sounds from her mouth seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.

Before she could cry out, she kissed Song Guanchao again, merging all sounds into that one kiss.

The two embraced tightly, indivisible, Song Guanchao attuned to her depth, while she gauged his length.

Wu Yun was asleep, but in such an environment, her sleep was restless.

Song Guanchao still maintained a side-lying position, his hand hooked around her buttocks, she took the initiative throughout.

She considered Song Guanchao’s sickly body, not yet fully recovered, and did her best to accommodate him.

This was her first time, without any prior experience, everything was an exploration.

Song Guanchao provided gentle guidance. Her inexperienced movements and coy shyness had their charm.

During it, Zhou Qian trembled several times, experiencing an ultimate pleasure she had never known before.

A young girl’s body is the most beautiful thing in the world, her suppressed moans like a bone-scraping knife.

Her sturdy and perky breasts were like peach tips, and her slim belly, devoid of any extra fat, under Song Guanchao’s kneading palms released an incomparably warm heat, soul-stirring and bone-eroding.

Each deep thrust drove her to her limits, making her body sway gently, shaking all over, her breathing became increasingly rapid, her responses escalating dramatically, until she reached the climax.

There were no sweet nothings, no fierce collisions, just the tight embrace of two bodies, wrapped tongues exerting pressure, and the rapid, deep reintegration of their flesh.

Watching her somewhat clumsy movements, Song Guanchao couldn’t help but feel tender, holding her even tighter.

Until the warmth flowed again, Song Guanchao no longer restrained himself, releasing himself fully.

Zhou Qian felt Song Guanchao’s intense warmth leave a mark, her delicate body gently twitching, then stopping.

Their lips parted, their exhaled breaths mingling on each other’s faces.

Seeing the passionate love in Zhou Qian’s eyes, Song Guanchao kissed her face.

Zhou Qian suddenly buried her head in his chest, her thighs tightly wrapped around his waist, savoring the joy of spiritual and physical integration.

Her innermost feelings were utterly satisfied.

"I finally have him!"

After a while, Song Guanchao slowly withdrew, Zhou Qian’s lovely eyebrows gently furrowed, emitting a stifled moan.

Song Guanchao tenderly caressed her cheek, glanced at the clock—it was just past one in the morning.

It was still early.

"Let’s sleep a little longer," Song Guanchao said softly.

"Mmm," Zhou Qian closed her eyes, a blissful smile spreading across her face.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, reached down to pull up her panties, and sneakily glanced at Wu Yun.

Seeing that her breathing was even and showed no signs of being disturbed, Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching her act like a cat who had stolen a treat, Song Guanchao couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Burying her face back into Song Guanchao’s chest and thinking about her somewhat crazy behavior just moments ago, Zhou Qian’s face flushed with belated realization.

Perhaps it was the intensity of the moment that had exhausted her, for Zhou Qian quickly fell into a deep sleep.

When Song Guanchao opened his eyes again, the sounds of birds and insects filled his ears and streaks of sunlight poured through gaps in the leaves, warming his body comfortably.

He suddenly started, hastily reaching to check the time, only to feel an added weight on his arm.

Looking down, he discovered Wu Yun wrapped snugly in his arms.

Both were covered with clothes and pants.

Where the clothes didn’t cover, Wu Yun’s vast expanse of snow-white skin was exposed.

"You’re awake," he said.

Wu Yun’s eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him, concern in her voice, "How do you feel? Is your head still hurting?"

She reached out her small hand to touch his forehead; it wasn’t as hot as last night, but still slightly feverish.

"Much better."

Song Guanchao pulled free his arm to check the time, and was shocked to see it was already past two in the afternoon.

Had he really slept that long?

He quickly sat up from the ground, feeling significantly better than last night.

Glancing around, he frowned and asked, "Where’s Zhou Qian?"

"She went to find some food, and asked me to stay and look after you."

Song Guanchao wanted to scold her for being reckless, but he knew it wasn’t her fault and the girl had only meant well. Besides, it was too late for blame now.

"Put on your clothes, and we’ll leave once she’s back," he said.

As Song Guanchao grabbed for his clothes, Wu Yun suddenly hugged him.

Her body was clad only in panties, her delicate shoulders sloping down to firm, perky breasts, and below that, a waist just big enough to encircle with his hands.

Her explosive figure brought a phrase to his mind: slender with a bountiful harvest.

Just appreciating such a figure was enough to make one yearn, let alone how comfortable it would be to embrace it.

He had held her for several hours but had been asleep the entire time, totally missing the experience.

"She just left, it will be a while before she returns," Wu Yun whispered, and just as Song Guanchao wondered what she meant by that, the young girl suddenly reached down.

Her small hand extended then grabbed, causing Song Guanchao’s body to shudder.

She tenderly stroked a few times, and Xiao Song responded as she desired.

Song Guanchao quickly held her hand, "Xiao Yun..."

"I said I don’t want to leave any regrets."

Wu Yun’s tone was resolute; she pinched her panties and pulled them up to her thigh.

Seeing that Song Guanchao did not resist further, she bit her lip, her eyes filled with intense love.

Slightly raising her knees, Yumen moved above Xiao Song, her hands hooking around his neck, her voice trembling as she said, "Song Guanchao, kiss me."

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