Chapter 391: War Correspondent
Riiip...
With a loud tear, Zhao Tienan ripped open Xing Xiaomin's neckline.
Her snow-white skin was fully exposed, delicate and gleaming.
Her slightly plump figure was especially attractive, the full, perky hills on her chest were a downright blood-boiling sight.
Xing Xiaomin was clearly in her thirties already, but her breasts were maintained so well, not even a trace of sagging.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Xing Xiaomin began struggling violently, eyes brimming with tears.
But the more she struggled, the more her voluptuous chest bounced, making Zhao Tienan's blood run even hotter.
No doubt about it, this pair was absolute top-tier in the world.
The burly men around them couldn't help but gulp repeatedly when they saw.
With these assets, she'd easily qualify to be an underwear model!
An unexpected treat!
Zhao Tienan licked his lips, only getting more crazed inside.
"You're a smart woman, so you'd best cooperate and save yourself some pain."
Zhao Tienan smiled, then single-handedly unclasped Xing Xiaomin's bra, scarily skilled at it.
In an instant, two enticing little bunnies popped out.
Oh god!
She really was a top-shelf stunner.
She was already in her thirties, yet those bunnies were still pink and tender, almost on par with Cao Lei and Sun Xiaowen.
Honestly, this wasn't about upkeep anymore, it was all natural—she was damn lucky!
"Damn..."
Zhao Tienan sucked in a cold breath, his excitement building to a fever, and instantly pinned Xing Xiaomin to the table, getting ready to savor those two tempting cherries.
"Mmm, ah..."
Xing Xiaomin whimpered in her throat, mind going blank, her body feeling light as air, as if floating on a cloud.
She hadn't expected it—despite Zhao Tienan's young age, his technique was already masterful.
Just a few sweeps with his tongue had triggered her most sensitive nerve.
At the same time, a flood of humiliation washed through her heart.
She'd been married for years, never had this kind of contact with another man, and now, thanks to her dear brother, she was about to get tainted?
She hated it with all her being, but she wasn't stupid.
In a situation like this, struggling too hard wouldn't help—she'd just provoke his animal side, make the violation even crazier, or piss him off and get beaten worse...
So with Xing Xiaomin not daring to resist further, Zhao Tienan grew more aggressive in his moves.
In no time, his hands kept conquering new ground, relentless.
First, he undid Xing Xiaomin's belt, then yanked off her purple lace panties, tossing them carelessly onto the table for display.
"Well, you're really wet, aren't you? Already soaked this much."
"Seems like you really enjoy getting forced like this. You're a real treasure, lady."
"I was thinking about just taking you right now, to see exactly what you taste like, but on second thought, that's nothing special."
"Maybe I should give your brother a call and let him watch, see how wild his big sister acts when she gets going."
Zhao Tienan said with a smile, then shot a look at one of the burly men nearby.
The man caught on right away, stepping up as a battlefield reporter, shoving the camera straight in Xing Xiaomin's face.
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