Overflowing Hidden Feelings: This CEO Is Hard to Please!
Chapter 913 - 913 Nightmarish design 3

Chapter 913: Nightmarish design 3 Chapter 913: Nightmarish design 3 Soon, Amelia Wilson pulled her finger from her mouth and said with parted lips, “Master, let me serve you, serve you well.”

As she spoke, Amelia Wilson walked and began to undo her clothes.

Her enchanting posture was enough to stir the hearts of men.

Especially when she puckered her lips and called him master, one really ****ing wanted to pounce on her and **** her fiercely.

Quickly, Amelia Wilson had shed most of her clothes, retaining just enough to tease, as if programmed with the knowledge of what to conceal and what to reveal.

Next, Amelia Wilson started rubbing herself, uttering sounds that were full of seduction.

“Master… I’m feeling… so uncomfortable…” She panted, batting her expressive and hazy eyes, whimpering seductively at Director Chester, “Give it to me… Master…”

As she spoke, her fingers moved from her own body to Chester’s, slipping under his clothes to caress his skin.

She then strategically seated herself on Chester’s lap, writhing her body against his, a sight truly ****ing more professional than a Japanese V-girl.

Chester could imagine just how explosive this scene would be if captured by his camera.

The room began to fill with a special atmosphere.

Amelia Wilson’s body was increasingly aroused, exerting more effort to please Chester, the old lecherous man.

In Amelia Wilson’s mind, there was only one command: whoever she saw was her master, and her duty was to please him, to make him happy, then to serve him, using her body to appease and serve him.

In front of her, Chester was the master in Amelia Wilson’s mind.

Chester felt himself getting high, not expecting Amelia Wilson’s hands to be so nimble and skilled, nor her lips so moist, almost lifting him to the heavens.

Unable to contain himself, Chester shouted out, “Bitch, put more effort into it!”

“Ah… deeper… Just like a bitch… Great! Once master is satisfied, I’ll definitely get you a better role… Bitch… You’re really exciting…”

Amelia Wilson had no idea what the other party was saying; at that moment, she was just a numb person, moving as if every gesture had been designed by someone else.

The Black T-shirt Man watched the intense scene, unable to help but smile; the show was about to start.

Amelia Wilson let go of Chester, whom she had stripped bare, and was about to remove the last of her garments.

Just as everything was about to commence, the door was suddenly busted open.

The two sober people in the room were both startled.

“Bastards!” Henry Campbell, upon seeing the scene, punched the guy without a word. The Black T-shirt Man, being agile, dodged, but unfortunately, he couldn’t evade the second punch.

Quickly, the Black T-shirt Man began to retaliate, and after a couple of exchanges, Henry Campbell ruthlessly had him pinned underfoot.

On the other side, Chester was so frightened his legs went weak; he instantly rolled off the bed.

“This isn’t my fault… I was set up too, Amelia Wilson was drugged, and so was I, look at me, I’m so scared, this thing is still hard,” Chester pointed at his erect member, begging for mercy.

“Spare me, please… I was framed, I haven’t done anything yet, honestly, nothing happened between me and Amelia Wilson, please let me go!” Chester was close to getting on his knees and begging.