Ye Tian heard Sister Shen agree.
He lifted his head, looking at Sister Shen whom he had pinned against the conference table, his hands kneading her full, elastic bosom through the black dress.
Shen Yiqiu's body twisted slightly as her legs came into contact with the Furious Dragon that was bulging inside Ye Tian's trousers.
"Bad little brother, hold on a little longer," she said.
While speaking,
Shen Yiqiu gently rubbed the stiff Furious Dragon with her thigh.
Ye Tian picked Shen Yiqiu up in a single motion.
Shen Yiqiu wrapped her legs around Ye Tian's waist and her arms around his neck, lowering her head to kiss his lips.
The kiss was quick and brief!
Ye Tian didn't even have time to pry open Sister Shen's lips.
Shen Yiqiu tenderly pinched Ye Tian's nose and whispered, "Good little brother, let's get out of here quickly!"
Ye Tian's hands rested on Sister Shen's perky rear, squeezing for a good while before reluctantly setting Sister Shen down.
