Chapter 8 Card Is Deactivated

The woman's plumpness was firm and round, and the two dots of powder on her breasts quivered and flushed with seductive curve of pink. Although they were blocked quickly by Emily, her small hands were unable to cover her enormous abundance and instead squeezed out deep furrows. It just so happened that a drop of sweat dripped down Michael's cheek, ran down her snow-white gullet, and then disappeared .......

This scene looked bloodshot in Michael's eyes, the knot in his throat rolled quickly a few times, and his breathing was disturbed as he said mutely, "Aren't you doing this 'SPA' in anticipation of this scene? Then let me satisfy you."

Having said that, his thin lips pressed up, nibbling and sucking with such force that it was as if he wanted to devour her ......

"Well ...... no, wait!" Emily turned her head, the refusal is strong, she still retained the last trace of reason. But Michael's hot tongue took advantage of the situation and directly attacked her mouth, teasing her tongue in a dominating manner, one hand impatiently holding her breasts and rubbing them hard, creating wave after wave of extreme pleasure in her body.

"My lower body can't wait!" Michael laughed softly then pulling her hand directly over the sloping rise that bulged high through the front of his trousers.

"Ah!" The sudden rolling heat made Emily's hand flinch, but it was pulled back by Michael with a deadly grip, even holding her hand and teasing it up and down. The hot and ragged panting even hotter.

The man was too strong to break free, Emily could only bite her lips, blushing as she obeyed him, her breathing sharpening gradually.

"Good girl!" Michael sucked hard on her lips, nibbling and curling the tip of her tongue, his large hands parted her legs slightly, his fingers sinking into her.

"Hmm ......" Emily gasped impatiently, she tried to close her legs only to have him push them apart again, only managing to grab his shoulder blades in a hurry.

Michael hooked his lips and the dirty words spat out slowly, "Look at you, your body is all wet like this and you still say no."

Emily's body was as limp as water under his teasing, she sulked shyly, "Hmm, you, don't say it......"

He laughed lightly, "Okay, don't say it, let's do it..." Michael deliberately took his time, undressing bit by bit, swinging his waist over the door and rubbing against her sensitive parts. Until Emily pressed herself hard against him, a series of long cries spit in his ears, he then held her slender waist forcefully towards the front a rush!

"Ah, ah-"

"Hmm, hold me tight!" Michael tortured Emily slowly and methodically. Gradually, her body was as limp as water, she wrapped her arms around his thick shoulder subconsciously. Michael knew that she was also immersed in this sexual affair, so he no longer restrained himself, panting roughly, then he began to the crazy rhythm of greed ......

"Hmm, ah......" Emily moaned with her eyes closed, allowing the man on top of her give vent to his mad lust.

"Phew, little demon!" Michael couldn't help but rub her wobbling breasts, tender and white skin in full view, he turned her over and pinned her against the wall next to the bed, pressing her whole body against it as he moved frantically behind her.

"Hmm, be gentle." Emily could not stand his strength and could not help but beg for mercy.

The words were an aphrodisiac to Michael, and instead of slowing down his movements, he moved more wildly in rhythm. He almost crushed her breasts with one hand, turned her face back with the other, and kissed her moaning lips fiercely, moving with great intensity, tormenting the woman beneath him persistently ......

In the early morning, Emily blurred her eyes, the sunlight outside the window reflected through the veil, brightening everything in the room ......

The carpet is scattered with women's panties, imaginative black bras, and men's clothing, tangled up on the ground. Looking at these, it's easy to imagine how intense last night was. Emily stroked her forehead, thinking that she was really crazy to have slept with that stripper again.

At that moment, a thick arm wrapped around her waist and the man's deep voice rang out, "Awake? Why don't you get some more sleep?"

At the thought of the man forcibly slept with her last night despite her wishes, Emily was furious and pulled his hand away, rolling up the blanket and getting up to get dressed, "I still have things to do."

"I'll see you off!" He said, getting up.

Emily was still a little angry, but the man's attitude is good, thinking that she also gave him her first time, just to have one more night, but also not so angry, "No, you sleep in peace! You and the room money, I'll settle it together, don't worry." With that, she turned around and left.

Michael was a little tearful, he'd originally just wanted to send her on her way, but he didn't know that this woman actually thought he was afraid that she wouldn't pay the bill.

Meh, interesting.

At the hotel's front desk, Emily registered her room number. And upon hearing that she was a guest of the Presidential Suite, one of the small round-faced waiters, who was originally prepared to check out a middle-aged couple, greeted her immediately with a smile and gave her priority service.

With a flattering smile, the round face waiter presented the bill with both hands respectfully, "Hello, madam, excluding the complimentary Michelin set meal, you have spent a total of US$88,888 in this restaurant."

This was not an expensive price for Q&J International Hotel, plus the fact that she had ordered the most expensive stripper in this hotel, and she was satisfied with the total that came in, so she did not hesitate to hand over the card.

But soon the card was returned.

"Sorry, madam, your bank card is frozen."

Emily frowned, this was her father's second card, and she hadn't bought anything recently, so there was no way to swipe it. Helpless, she could only take out another one. But what she got was the same answer as before.

A bad feeling flashed through Emily's mind, and she tried all the cards in her hand, and sure enough, none of them could be used. Declan Brown had frozen all of her cards!

Over here, the receptionist's face became increasingly ugly among the many returned cards, and her tone was tinged with impatience, "Madam, please hurry up, the customer behind you is waiting."

Emily's face turned red when she noticed the contemptuous look of the receptionist, she had never been so humiliated before.

The middle-aged couple who had just been ignored also looked at Emily with displeasure. Seeing this, the woman could not help but sneer, "Some young people nowadays, they are lazy and don't work properly, they just take their parents' money and waste it. Now it's bad, when their parents get angry, they don't even afford to pay for the room."

The man followed closely and said, "If she were my daughter, I would beat her to death!"

Emily was furious, but there was nothing she could say; her best friend was out of the country, and there was really no way she could settle the bill now.

At this point, the receptionist's attitude also changed, and she sneered, "Miss, next time, please check your card before paying the bill. Our hotel is not something that just anyone can afford. Besides, if you don't have the money to pay the bill, I will have to ask the security guards to take you away ......"

At that moment, two security guards arrived at the sound of the noise.