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Sweet, warm, and troublesome.
She was so difficult to hold down. And his little brother? His little was throbbing violently, it could explode, his suit trouser was stained with precum.
Sweat drenched his back, mixing with the streaks of blood oozing out of the scratches on his back.
Queen lifted her knee, ready to hit his little brother , but he held her knee.
No doubt about it, he was strong. Stronger than Wan Mo; and he didn't want to break the flower under him, but this certain flower became a wild cat all of a sudden.
He used his necktie to tie her hands to the bed;
Using his weight to pin her down properly.
He kissed her forehead, kissed the bridge of her nose, before crashing down on her lips, he kissed her fiercely, like someone starved; and bit her chin slightly leaving an angry red mark.
Collins buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, a needy sigh left his lips. His hands found the hook of her bra, Queen whimpered, he tugged at it and threw it like it was an obstruction. That was her favourite red bra.
He stared at the mounds that came in view, they looked inviting, soft, but he didn't know where to start from.
He needed a million years to worship each one, unfortunately his little brother was impatient and needed to be somewhere warm.
His left hand covered her right breast. He squeezed and teased. Flicking and rubbing the nipple until it hardened. Then he mouthed it, he sucked desperately, using his warm tongue to flick her nipple. He used his right hand to draw a circle around her other breast, making lines from the cleavage to the nipple; he released the nipple from his mouth with a wet pop; and captured the other nipple into his mouth, his incisor grazed her nipple causing her to gasp. Her body shook under his; his other hand continued palming the right breast, it was stiff, wet and aching.
Queen's head said no, but her back arched upwards into his touch.
He kissed her belly down to her waistline.
"Give me a name" he demanded, his voice filled with lust.
Queen whimpered and answered "Queen".
He used his teeth to grip the band of her panties, tearing it away from her skin.
Queen's breathing hitched, while San Yi Han inhaled, mouthing words like "you smell divine".
She tried to close her legs but he stopped her from doing so, she was embarrassed, San Yi Han didn't have to do anything, her vagina widened a little bit and was already dripping wet.
His small brother couldn't take it anymore, it's head had become a violent purple, veiny, throbbing and leaking with precum.
He lifted her legs, placing them on each side of his shoulders.
He positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust in slowly. Queen's head flew backwards, she let out a strained cry. The one between ecstasy, pain and pleasure.
San Yi Han held her face and kissed the little tear drops, leaving trail of kisses in their wake.
He began to suck on her skin, while thrusting harder muttering the name "Queen" in between kisses, like if he stopped, he would be committing a sin.
He left red marks all over her like he was branding her.
San Yi Han thrusts became faster, Queen couldn't take it anymore, it was as if every time he pulled and thrusts back in, he goes in deeper than possible, she struggled to free her hands from the bind but she couldn't.
Her loud moans died as it reached the sound proof door.
No one warned her about that red shiny "management only" sign.
No one told her a hungry lustful looking Collins would be behind the door.
She felt him grow bigger inside her, and her eyes widened. "No, don't you dare-", and he came inside her.
Pressing a hand on her lower abdomen, where his little brother was poking; drawing a gasp and few drops of tears from her.
He wasn't done, he had loads of seeds to release, but Queen was exhausted, her voice had become sore from moaning too loudly.
San Yi Han sets a brutal pacing, her name leaving his mouth like a chant.