Zhou Yinting undid her clothes, lay flat on the bed in a spread-eagled position, and Wang Daniu's slick movement glided on her bouncy skin.
At first, it was comfortable, but soon every press felt like splitting muscles and bones, and Zhou Yinting immediately let out a piercing scream that shot up to the skies.
Several figures flickered outside the window, and Wang Daniu said awkwardly, "This is the office, keep it down a bit. Others might think we're up to something else."
"Don't you want to?" Zhou Yinting said with a slight smile.
"I do want to, but I haven't done anything; wouldn't that be a huge loss for me?"
Zhou Yinting glanced at Wang Daniu's little brother, proudly upright at his waist, "Why don't you complete both tasks at once?"
"Forget it, let's chalk it up for now. I don't want to be watched by your staff."
Wang Daniu pressed hard on her thoracic spine, pushing layers of black secretions out of her skin.
