Chapter 7.3 - Non-Film Related Inspection Play Upper Part (H)

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AV Filming Guidebook

Chapter 7.3 – Non-Film Related Inspection Play Upper Part (H)

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“The softness is pretty alright.” Song Qiyan said to himself after kneading, “Just don’t know how it would taste.”

Qiao Qiao’s scalp exploded, but before she had a chance to struggle in resistance, Song Qiyan had already, incomparably naturally, lowered his head and enveloped Qiao Qiao’s small breast pearl, that stood upright trembling in the air, in a single bite.

“Director, Director Song!” Even the tone of Qiao Qiao’s voice had changed as she looked down to see Song Qiyan’s soft light brown hair sweeping across her chest. The man first suckled fiercely, before gently licking like he was playing. The breast pearl covered in saliva quivered in the chilling air as they lay exposed. Being grazed by the man’s slightly rough taste buds, the feeling melted Qiao Qiao as her little hole below spat out a mouthful of nectar with a ‘splash’.

Qiao Qiao bit her lower lip as she clamped her legs tightly, trying to not let Song Qiyan find out.

“It tastes very good.” Song Qiyan finally released the pitiful little breast pearl. As he leisurely rubbed the one on the left with his fingers, he also commented unrestrainedly, “But the chest is too small. Looking at you, it doesn’t seem like you’ll have a second puberty so it’s fair to say that you won’t be able to take the sexy route. ”

Don’t, don’t analyze the route anymore Director Song, can’t we just have a good go at it…

Even though in Qiao Qiao’s mind, she had taken advantage of being in the right place, at the right time, to cook the rice¹ with Song Qiyan; but in reality Song Qiyan was her boss and person in charge of her after all. It also wasn’t like Qiao Qiao hadn’t seen him throw a contract cancellation agreement at female artists, that crossed over lines, and kicked them out of WAWA. So even if the plays in Qiao Qiao’s mind were plentiful, she wouldn’t dare to actually follow through on them.

¹TN: To cook the rice with someone means to do something that can’t be undone. Usually it means to have sex with someone.

“Open your legs, Qiao Qiao, I want to look inside.” Song Qiyan patted Qiao Qiao’s tightly clamped legs and motioned for her to separate them so he could see clearly.

But it can no longer be hidden from you if my legs are open…

Qiao Qiao wished to cry but had no tears. This was really the first time in her life to do something this shameful, but it’s not like she could just not open her legs. Besides, Qiao Qiao could almost barely hold it in anymore…After all, how could such a small dam be enough to stop that torrential flood…

Sure enough, just as the legs opened up around thirty degrees, a thick drop of sticky fluid already fell distinctly, without any regards, with a ‘splat’ onto the soft carpet in front of the Song Qiyan’s eyes.

Qiao Qiao’s body shook from her nervousness, and couldn’t hold it back as several drops fell one after the other onto the carpet.

Song Qiyan stared heatedly at the exposed small tightly shrunken flower hole. The secreted juices had already dyed the thin hair to sparkle brightly, like the thin, dew covered grass seen in the morning.

He suddenly raised his head and smiled at Qiao Qiao: “Normally I stop here in inspections, AV is just a visual industry after all.”

Song Qiyan finally stood up from the single sofa. He began to carefully roll up his cuffs and patiently rolled up his casual home clothes neatly. Qiao Qiao couldn’t see his lower body, but just felt a bit of danger instinctively.

The man finally turned his attention back towards Qiao Qiao, and his left cheek moved, seemingly licking his back molar. This time, Qiao Qiao had received the signal of ‘this is not good’ loud and clear. She couldn’t care less about the vividly realistic play in her head before as she flipped over and wanted to run.

“Hush…” Song Qiyan accurately clashped Qiao Qiao’s ankle bone and dragged her back into his arms with a tug, seemingly even gentler than before. Qiao Qiao’s little flower hole was still pitifully seeping out juices, so from being dragged by Song Qiyan, the result was leaving a clear water stain on the glass table.

“Director Song!” Qiao Qiao sharply screamed. The man’s fully erect penis was tightly pressed against Qiao Qiao’s little flowery hole through his home clothes. The little flower hole was so incessantly excited as it spat out nectar, directly wetting that piece of cloth.

“Sorry.” Song Qiyan lowered his head as he kissed Qiao Qiao’s neck gently, explaining sincerely, “I want to personally try it this time.”

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