WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

The stripper cat-walked before Zhang, and her big buttocks shook heavily under the hold of her lingerie. As she walked her big, firm backside rolled and clapped together so ruggedly that Zhang imagined in his head how he was going to pin her to the sofa and pound into her.

“Come here bitch,” Zhang commanded her.

He was smoking at the time. As soon as the stripper walked to him, he deepened his hands into the briefcase, pulled out bundles of dollars and sprayed on the stripper. “Have you ever seen a billionaire in your life, uh?” he asked her, clamped her fragile hands, and dragged her into his knees. His hand found her nipples and he squeezed.

“Oh shit..” she moaned through gritted teeth.

“Yes. He stands before me,” she answered coldly, smiling at Fanny, who was stroking her soft, pale buttocks now. He buried his fingers into her buttocks and fingered her vagina until she became wet for his consumption.

“Money is never my problem. All I want from you is the tricks you have never used on a man before. I want to pound and afterwards have you in my memory because you handled the Zhang out of me, OK,” he groaned, clenched his teeth and got even horny the way she wriggled her voluptuous body before him.

The stripper moaned yet further when he fingered deeper into her vagina and stroked her breast.” I promise to be nice to you.” She replied, squeezing her face as Zhang seemed to be hurting her. “Whatever you want I will be at you service. Oh damn. I need you in me now,” she pled.

“This is money,” he used the other hand to pull out more money from the briefcase, and sprayed on the stripper.

But he was stripping himself already. He removed his boxers, still locking eyes with the stripper, and following every of her feline moves as she slid a finger into her mouth and licked it sensually..

“I am going to fuck you like no man has ever done.” he said to the stripper, and spanked her buttocks as he stood to his feet and kissed her furiously, holding unto her breasts. He squeezed her breasts without remorse and she started moaning under her throat. He kissed through until she bent to the floor and he followed her move, slid her lingerie to her ankles, locked eyes with her and bent to her. She parted her legs for his easy penetration.

“Oh please, my billionaire, handle me like a bitch, hmmm!” she moaned, rolling her eyes in lust and unsatisfied desires.

He ignored her plea and concentrated on the work ahead of him; he found her nipples and sucked onto them as a baby would the mother’s nipples. The stripper shut her eyes and opened her mouth as he sucked on. Impatiently he drifted from her nipples to her belly button and, licked and licked until she whispered,

“I am all yours, boss. Fuck me now. I am ripe for your pleasure,” she groaned at the top of her voice.

Zhang pulled her legs apart and slid in his penis into the wet thickness between her legs. Like a horse rider he started pounding into her and she moaned even louder at the top of her voices.

Just then one of his body guards barged in on them, and cast his gaze to the wall, while he brought the news

“Boss,” he called, “Billionaire Johnson is here,” the guard said, shutting his eyes from beholding his boss down with a stripper.

“Tell him to hold on. I am busy as you can see,” he replied, hovering and slamming his waist into the stripper, leaving her hollering, and echoing her moan which blared through the windows of the mansion.

The bodyguard disappeared to convey the message to Johnson.

In few minutes, Zhang was done having the stripper. He left her weak and drawn on the floor, as he tied up a towel and made out to meet with Jonson.

“You had better get a wife. Strippers will suck your money,” Johnson said to Zhang immediately he walked into the ball room where he was waiting, pressing his phones.

“Is been a while I fucked a weird bitch.” Zhang said, poured wine for two and handed him one flute of wine. “To what do I owe this visit, billionaire?”, he sounded, and had a seat.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Nothing much,” Johnson said, sipped at his wine and grinned, “Fanny wants us to accompany him to Ruby’s mansion to reclaim Opula.” A sip.

Zhang raised a brow, and shook his head, “Why can’t he go alone, eh? Why can’t he go to reclaim the woman he claims to love? Or is he scared of Ruby beating him up before Opula?”

Johnson shook his head. “The center may never hold between Fanny and Ruby, and it hurts me so much that a mere bitch is the fulcrum of their quarrel.”

“Who cares? If they want to kill themselves because of a woman they can go ahead. Look at me, I can fuck any woman I so wish and be happy. I send my money on errands. I don’t have time for love. Ok, I have heard you. We will go. But one more thing,” he added, and gulped his wine at a stretch.

“What is it?”Johnson asked anxiously shooting his stare into his face and waiting for his reply.

“He phoned me requesting we cancel the game, and I said I can’t cancel the game. The game continues. That game is one the social activities that keep me hale and hearty now, and I hope to win that same Opula they are fighting over and fuck the hell out of her in a one night stand”

“Yes the game continues. If you can’t give up your woman, you pay the cash. Period. But trust me, if Rubby is in love with Opula, I don’t think he will ever give her up if he loses the game. The Rubby I know will pay the money.”

“Exactly what I expected Fanny to die. I don’t know what came over him. And I doubt his love for Opula.

They smoked on, looking forward to joining Fanny to reclaim Opula.

Trouble ahead…