Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 262: How are you more experienced than me?

Ling Qingyu kept gasping as her lips did the work. Under Yang Qingyue's indistinguishable syllables, Ling Qingyu played her hands to the extreme, as if sculpturing a gorgeous piece of art.

Her palm stroked every inch of the skin above the clothes on Yang Qingyue's abdomen, moving upward and finally reached the bottom of a pair of supple mountains.

Just a frisk, caused Yang Qingyue to react strongly, shuddering in instinct. Ling Qingyu smiled inwardly, not expecting Yang Qingyue to be so sensitive.

While continuing to smooch her lips. Ling Qingyu raised her hand, lifted along the delicious weight and rubbed over the two peaks gently.

Despite a layer above the skin, Yang Qingyue felt Ling Qingyu's caress deeply because she only wore an evening gown. Her breath quickened after every time Ling Qingyu's palm smothered over her breast.

Tilting her head, Ling Qingyu squeezed the two soft buns, eliciting a moan out of Yang Qingyue's mouth. The troubled policewoman raised her proud chest, stretching her body to a wonderful curvature. Her hands helplessly hugging Ling Qingyu's thin waist

Yang Qingyue's moan echoed inside Ling Qingyu's mouth causing pleasure to rip across her brain. The staccato vibration rippled Ling Qingyu's nerves to shut down her thinking ability.

When Yang Qingyue regained her consciousness, she fought back. Her hands doing the same as what Ling Qingyu did.

In contrast to her voicing out her feelings, Ling Qingyu slumped in silence as if her body was drained out of energy. The sensation from her chest led her to lose strength, without the ability to resist. She was worse than Yang Qingyue. Too sensitive!

Yang Qingyue, seizing the moment, threw Ling Qingyu back to her seat and released her seat belt and bent over the cold goddess, observing closely. The emerald gown was distorted with wrinkles, hugging the skin tightly.

Gosh, she was indeed an impeccable goddess. Yang Qingyue exclaimed in her heart. The top-notched figure with an immortal face exuded a different charm where people lusted over Ling Qingyu but didn't dare imagine anything dirty.

When Yang Qingyue's eyes landed on Ling Qingyu's face, she was surprised because the goddess's eyes had lost focus in a momentary bliss. Her mouth slightly gaped open, her cheeks flushing red as she breathed deeply and rapidly, having not yet extricated from the heavenly touch.

Yang Qingyue licked her lips and removed Ling Qingyu's seat belt, then pressed her couch down. She raised her legs to straddle over Ling Qingyu and inched her lips closer to the goddess's skin, trailing kisses over the deep ravine on her chest and smelling the bodily scent before reaching the neck and sucking hard.

Ling Qingyu snapped her neck back, her eyes rolled back. Curling her lips, Yang Qingyue kissed her chin, nose, and eyes and finally melted again on the lips, sparking pleasure after pleasure, each time increasing in intensity.

Because the interior space was large enough, Yang Qingyue easily completed the steps, moving her body onto the driver seat, without touching a single stuff.

Athena, who was in the internet virtual world and observing through the car camera, covered her eyes but the space between the fingers betrayed her behavior. She uttered in confusion: "Oh! Mom is bullying Aunt Yang. What should I do? Should I report to Aunt Tang? Huh, No!

Mom is now being bullied again. Aunt Yang is riding over her. Are the two fighting? The gasps coming out from them are weird though. I should report to Aunt Tang and Aunt Xiao for help!"

A couple of kilometers away, inside the Cadillac, both Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue raised their brows after receiving an urgent notification from Athena; they were about to reach their destination.

Their expression quickly became serious and listened to Athena's explanation. However, the more they listened, the more their face turned weird.

Both exchanged knowing glances—Yang Qingyue and Ling Qingyu were fighting, someone bullying the other, and vice versa. Tang Ziyi laughed out loud and sent a wink at Xiao Yue, who immediately pursed her lips.

What increased the stake here was Athena sending the live video feed onto their spectacles. Both clearly had seen Yang Qingyue piling over Ling Qingyu, who struggled in dismay.

Their strange reactions were noticed by Zhao Xiurong and Ling Yunxiang, sitting behind them.

Zhao Xiurong asked: "What's the matter? Is there anything funny you saw?" She looked through the window to see if something happened outside the car.

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Tang Ziyi: "Yes, I just saw a live-action sequence, which will raise my heart rate to a legend?"

Xiao Yue blushed and lamented Ling Qingyu really dared to do it outside. What an exhibitionist, she complained.

Seeing the scene of Ling Qingyu being suppressed, Tang Ziyi shook her head. She, who declared herself to be domineering became so submissive here. She must record the event as black material to make fun of Ling Qingyu.

She already foresaw what Ling Qingyu's face would be like if she saw herself on the screen. That picture must be extremely satisfying; Tang Ziyi grinned wickedly.

Of course, in the meantime, Athena conducted deep research, referring to her mother's win-and-loss battle, and understood the definition of making love. She was immediately relieved the two people weren't fighting and became more curious about the process

Ling Qingyu, who was labeled as an exhibitionist and her embarrassing moment recorded by Tang Ziyi, didn't know her daughter's thought was going in a crooked direction.

If she knew her daughter had uploaded and displayed everything to her confidantes, she would vomit out blood and have myocardial infarction at a young age. Ling Qingyu would definitely cuss at her daughter's care and worry about being filial toward her mother.

What a filial daughter.

Inside the Bentley, the air became hotter by the minute. The time seemed to stand still as the kiss lingered. Only gasps, melodic moans, slurping and rustling of clothes filled the interior and staged a romantic mood.

Ling Qingyu had both of her arms restrained above her head by Yang Qingyue's arm while she could only respond to Yang Qingyue's intricate steps. The strength she fought and spar against Tang Ziyi seemed to be of no use here.

Yang Qingyue moved away the fork underneath the gown, displaying the sumptuous looming whites to her explicitly. Her free hand caressed the smooth inner thighs, slowly crawling upward as she rubbed back and forth.

The sudden warm touch below caused Ling Qingyu to straighten her legs, unconsciously trying to fling away Yang Qingyue on top of her despite failing several times. Cold air from the interior's air conditioner brushed over her lower body and entered her important part.

The combination of sudden chill and getting used to Yang Qingyue's stimulation over a period of time brought Ling Qingyu's mind to clarity.

She gained the ability to think again, replaying the event while she fought back with her lips.

Damn, why was this policewoman more experience than hers? She was being utterly suppressed much to her dismay, especially her first kiss.

Yang Qingyue was an expert! Even now, noticing her situation and position of being restrained and thoroughly played around, Ling Qingyu could only immediately turn her face to the side and mumbled so that she had a break.

"Why are you more experienced than me? Who's it?!"