Dali and Hualing turned their heads toward the door.
The expression of deep shock blossomed on their faces when they saw Cao Song walking toward them.
Of course, Hualing only pretended to be shocked because she knew something like this would happen.
Cao Song stopped his footsteps and wore a surprised face. "What are you doing?"
Dali's cock was still buried deep inside Hualing's pussy, so Hualing and he could not make an excuse.
'Cao Song?'
He stood on his knees like a statue.
"Young master, this is…." Hualing pretended to be panicked. "This is…"
Cao Song sat on the couch next to them. "Sigh! Hualing, you came with me as my assistant. Do you know that your actions can ruin my reputation?"
"I'm sorry, boss." Hualing apologized to Cao Song. "It's because Dali is my ideal man, so I can't control myself."
"Oaahh…" Dali groaned when Hualing's vaginal muscles squeezed his penis hard.
