Zhao Tianhao's large hand climbed onto Song Qian's full breasts, kneading them through her clothes.
After enjoying this for a while, Zhao Tianhao became unsatisfied. His hand slipped under Song Qian's clothes.
Song Qian consciously tried to stop Zhao Tianhao's hand, but to no avail.
Zhao Tianhao's hand pressed and kneaded her breasts through her bra.
After experiencing this for a while, Zhao Tianhao wanted to take off Song Qian's bra. However, Song Qian was pinned to the bed by Zhao Tianhao, and to remove her bra, she had to be removed from behind.
So, while continuing to kiss Song Qian, Zhao Tianhao held her close, pulling her up until they were both standing.
Then, sitting on the bed, Zhao Tianhao, taking advantage of Song Qian's heavy breathing, pulled her into his arms, making her sit sideways in his lap.
Zhao Tianhao continued kissing Song Qian, one arm encircling her, the other hand slipping under her clothes to the back of her bra, beginning to unhook it.
Zhao Tianhao was very skilled; after all, he was a man who had undressed countless young girls. At this moment, he didn't care whether such details would reveal his proficiency.
Zhao Tianhao was now only focused on experiencing Song Qian's breasts intimately, without any obstruction.
After unhooking them, Zhao Tianhao casually tossed them onto the bed. Song Qian's dazed state began to return.
She murmured, "No, um, no, Haohao, um..."
Zhao Tianhao ignored her. Finally feeling it, it felt so good! Zhao Tianhao touched Song Qian's firm breasts.
Not satisfied, Zhao Tianhao released his kiss with Song Qian, pulled her short sleeve up to her neck, and began to bite down on her firm nipples.
Because of her age, Song Qian's breasts were somewhat sagging, and her nipples were a darker color, but Zhao Tianhao didn't mind at all; instead, he nibbled on them with great enthusiasm.
While nibbling on one breast, he touched and kneaded the other with his hand, constantly changing shape in his large hands.
Song Qian moaned continuously, exhausted by Zhao Tianhao's smooth and skillful actions.
"Ah, um, oh, um—"
After nibbling for a while, listening to Song Qian's pleasant moans, Zhao Tianhao felt it was enough; it was time to get down to business.
Zhao Tianhao laid Song Qian down on the bed and then pulled down her pants.
He saw that Song Qian was wearing something similar to the one he had discovered before, just a different color—the previous one was purple, this one was black.
Zhao Tianhao touched her vulva through her underwear; the underwear was already soaked with the vaginal fluid that had flowed out after their arousal.
"So slutty," Zhao Tianhao said to Song Qian.
Song Qian kept her eyes tightly shut, feeling utterly ashamed, letting Zhao Tianhao judge her.
Zhao Tianhao knew Song Qian was shy, so he stopped teasing her. He pulled down Song Qian's panties, held them to his nose, and smelled them—a pungent, erotic scent mixed with sweat.
"So slutty!" Zhao Tianhao said again.
Although Song Qian didn't see Zhao Tianhao's actions, she heard him inhale, and could guess what he was doing.
Thinking of this, Song Qian suddenly burst into tears. She didn't know how Zhao Tianhao saw her, didn't know his true thoughts, and thought she was a bad woman.
Since Song Qian had gone this far, prepared to give herself to Zhao Tianhao and let him violate her, she had clearly made a huge decision.
On one hand, she genuinely cared for Zhao Tianhao and loved him, whether this love was for her son or for her husband.
On the other hand, Song Qian hadn't had sex for over ten years since her divorce, and at this age when she was most sexually active, she was incredibly lonely.
Therefore, Song Qian was willing to reluctantly submit to Zhao Tianhao, especially when his large penis rubbed against her vagina; the feeling of his magnificent size aroused her greatly.
However, this didn't mean Song Qian didn't care about Zhao Tianhao's opinion.
It's important to know that Song Qian hadn't married or sought solace with anyone else for many years.
Partly because of Yingzi, she was afraid of hurting Yingzi's feelings; partly because she had seen through Qiao Weidong that other men were all the same, and she was disillusioned with men.
It's easy to see that Song Qian was capable of restraint.
Only Zhao Tianhao was an exception.
And only when this man, who touched her inappropriately and took advantage of her, was Zhao Tianhao, did Song Qian not care.
So when Zhao Tianhao called her a slut, Song Qian tolerated it. But when he said it again, she couldn't hold back anymore. It's understandable that she overthought things; she was so much older than Zhao Tianhao and had a child who had just come of age. Song Qian was very sensitive and knew she wasn't good enough for him.
But she didn't want Zhao Tianhao to see her for who she was, to think she was a bad woman.
Finally, Song Qian couldn't hold back her grievances any longer and cried silently.
Zhao Tianhao's hand, which had been reaching for Song Qian's vagina, stopped. He saw Song Qian silently weeping and cursed himself for being too impulsive. After all, Song Qian wasn't one of those people he'd hypnotized; she had her own thoughts. Calling her a slut right off the bat would definitely make her overthink things.
Zhao Tianhao pressed himself against Song Qian again, kissing away her tears. From the corners of her eyes, her cheeks, and finally her lips.
Feeling comforted by Zhao Tianhao's words, Song Qian wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
After they parted, a visibly thin strand of saliva remained between their lips.
"I didn't mean to belittle you. I love you too much to ask. It was just some playful banter between husband and wife," Zhao Tianhao explained gently, looking at Song Qian.
Song Qian had realized she had misunderstood Zhao Tianhao when he kissed away her tears. Now, hearing his explanation, she felt remorse for her misunderstanding.
With remorse, Song Qian placed Zhao Tianhao's hand on her breast, grasping it and letting him vigorously knead it. Only this made her feel better.
At the same time, Song Qian offered her lips again, kissing Zhao Tianhao passionately.
Zhao Tianhao, naturally, didn't hold back, his grip on Song Qian's breast tightening slightly.
Song Qian, who was kissing Zhao Tianhao, let out a muffled groan but didn't push his hand away, silently enduring it.
Zhao Tianhao was indeed somewhat unhappy. If it weren't for Song Qian's provocative actions earlier, he might have already been having sex with her. Of course, it wasn't too late now.
Zhao Tianhao squeezed Song Qian's breasts a little harder, giving her nipples a sharp tug—a small punishment for her.
Song Qian silently endured it. Although it hurt, she let Zhao Tianhao do as he pleased.
Zhao Tianhao's hand reached down to Song Qian's crotch, touching her wet vulva. It was so wet it was practically overflowing; she still claimed she wasn't horny.
Zhao Tianhao thought to himself.
Then, Zhao Tianhao's fingers slipped deep into her vulva, slowly pushing in.
Feeling Zhao Tianhao's fingers enter, her vulva, which hadn't accommodated a foreign object in a long time, was still somewhat tight.
At the same time, Song Qian was aroused again.
"Ah—ah—ah" moans rang out continuously.
Zhao Tianhao slowly began to thrust in and out, and Song Qian kept moaning, "Mmm, ah—mmm—ah."
Not satisfied with one finger, Zhao Tianhao inserted two fingers at once, waiting for Song Qian's vagina to accommodate them before slowly moving them in and out.
Then three fingers. Finally, under Zhao Tianhao's fingers, Song Qian climaxed.
"Ah—ah!" Song Qian felt like she was flying, letting out a cry of pleasure, while her vagina released a large amount of vaginal fluid.
Zhao Tianhao looked at Song Qian after her climax, finding her uniquely alluring.
Zhao Tianhao, while pulling down his pants and underwear, kissed Song Qian.
Zhao Tianhao held his penis, aimed it at Song Qian's vagina, and rubbed it back and forth.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm," Song Qian, overcome with passion, involuntarily thrust her hips, trying to slide Zhao Tianhao's large member inside.
Unfortunately, she hadn't recovered her strength from her recent orgasm. She could only move back and forth like this, hoping Zhao Tianhao would enter quickly, unaware that this only made her more uncomfortable; her vagina was itchy.
Moreover, having just orgasmed, Song Qian had no memory of that exhilarating feeling.