Chapter 8.2 - Non-Film Related Inspection Play Lower Part (H)
Translator: @ xercia
Proofreader: @alien
AV Filming Guidebook
Chapter 8.2 – Non-Film Related Inspection Play Lower Part (H)
Disclaimer: Themes in this novel do not reflect in any way whatsoever of how the translator and author thinks and views of this world. Some themes may not sit well with all readers, so please read at your own discretion. Please DO NOT in any sort of way IMITATE ANYTHING that is said or done in this novel. Please read with caution as this is a NOVEL.
Qiao Qiao muffled out a few sounds angrily. How come, in the past, she wasn’t able to see that her head boss had such a dastardly side to him? This was simply unreasonable!
It seemed that Song Qiyan was also determined to crush that watertight image he had maintained for the past two years. He held Qiao Qiao’s left shoulder as he pushed her down towards his erect sexual organ. This made Qiao Qiao forget to even reprimand him as she frantically rushed to push her hands against Song Qiyan’s chest, preventing him from doing as he wished.
“Mmm, mmmf…stop!”
Oh please, Song Qiyan hadn’t even taken off his pants yet. Wouldn’t there be a layer of fabric in between if it was pushed in just like that? It was so narrow and sensitive inside, the roughness would grind someone to death .
“Look at how scared you are. It’s not like you would die if it was pushed in.” Song Qiyan thought that Qiao Qiao’s panic stricken appearance was very funny, but he still stopped his hand. He freed one hand and impatiently pulled off his casual pants. The stiff penis immediately popped out of the clothes at once. Its head pressed erotically against Qiao Qiao’s hole that spewed out gushes of water. Drenched, it rubbed against it back and forth, but just refused to go in.
Qiao Qiao was teased by this action of his until her entire body felt like it was shocked by electricity. It had to be said that sometimes, one’s power of imagination was extremely powerful. Song Qiyan didn’t even enter yet but Qiao Qiao already felt like she was about to climax.
But she was also too embarrassed to bring herself over, so she could only constrict her small flower hold and pitifully wittingly or unwittingly suck on the man’s glans. The various trivial matters that pertained to Song Qiyan in Qiao Qiao’s head before were all tossed by her to Jawa³. Who cared what he thought or how many female artists he had slept with before. Song Qiyan looked so nice, it would be a shame to not sleep with him.
³TN: Basically tossed out by her out to the middle of nowhere.
“How come you’re not struggling anymore? Didn’t you want to yell out stop just now?” Song Qiyan smiled as he kissed Qiao Qiao’s cheek. Then, just when Qiao Qiao had relaxed a little, he slightly supported his penis with one hand and thrusted straight into Qiao Qiao’s body without any warning.
Song Qiyan’s skills were also extremely good. He actually didn’t allow for the feeling of pain to accumulate in Qiao Qiao’s mind. That cry of pain was still lodged in her throat, unvoiced out, before it was immediately replaced by a feeling of pleasure. Song Qiyan was obviously still holding a grudge towards Qiao Qiao’s attitude of wanting to cry out to stop earlier. His pulling motion wasn’t vague in the slightest as his penis fiercely rubbed against the small protrusions concealed within Qiao Qiao’s body. This riled up Qiao Qiao to choke out speechlessly.
Although this was the first time he had done it with Qiao Qiao, he had edited Qiao Qiao’s films every day, watching her work. After two years, Song Qiyan really knew her body better than even Qiao Qiao herself.
The tips of Qiao Qiao’s toes were pulled taut in pleasure after just a few thrusts.
“Director Song…slow, slow down…” Qiao Qiao was flushed red with pleasure. She stretched out her hands and involuntarily hugged Song Qiyan’s shoulders so that she could have some leverage under his vigorous movements. Song Qiyan’s arms exerted strength until even the green veins had popped out. He held Qiao Qiao’s waist with one hand as the other hand went to caress the small breasts in front of her chest. It wasn’t seen how his fingers moved but that sense of pleasure skipped all the way up along the nerves. Full of maliciousness, Song Qiyan bit Qiao Qiao’s earlobe, “Call my name.”
This man’s skill…was almost demonic…
Qiao Qiao’s mind was distracted by this single thought that flashed by in her head, before she was pleased until she couldn’t tell left from right in just an instant. She was directly picked up by Song Qiyan from the table, in that poster connected together, as he walked towards the bedroom. Song Qiyan’s one step caused his penis to grind left and right within Qiao Qiao. With every step, it would grind a bit. Qiao Qiao was already forced to tears with just these few steps. When Qiao Qiao had managed to hold out with great difficulty and was placed on the bed by that man, she practically wanted to kneel directly on the ground to beg for mercy.
That bit of workload from filming was completely incomparable to this right now, alright?!
I hate to have to say this but please don’t copy this elsewhere without permission. I found out that some of my translations have been posted elsewhere word for word. If this continues, I’ll have to put in measures that would be irritating for everyone. Thank you.
Please leave any comments on anything that I can fix/improve on.
If you like my translations, please support me! I greatly appreciate it and it helps me continue!
While you’re here, please check out some of my other translations or if you’re thirsty, take a look at some of my thirst quenchers (smut) Join the discord for the latest news, updates, and fun with all the translators of Foxaholic!~