Zhao Chi, without a word, seized Yao Yu's ample breast, while his other hand lifted up her skirt. His hot, strong body pressed her tightly against the edge of the office desk.
Yao Yu immediately gasped with arousal from Zhao Chi's teasing. The desire that had never fully extinguished now erupted like a volcano, fiercely igniting once more.
Yao Yu, scared and panting, kept crying out for him to stop, but her body obediently and accommodatingly embraced Zhao Chi, letting his hands roam freely over her chest. Her full, fair bottom instinctively arched up, eagerly enjoying the friction from Zhao Chi through her clothes.
"Sister Yu, you're wet..." Zhao Chi whispered in her ear like a demon. His roving hands were incredibly lewd, now plunging beneath her, enveloping her moist and hot lower region and beginning to gently provoke her.
