After the pleasure, He Qianhui still remembered her duty, dutifully cleaning up his gradually softening member with her mouth.
There was no one else besides He Qianhui who could do this with such dedication.
Watching her attentively lick him clean, Zhang Hao fondly stroked her hair.
Not minding the last bit left on the tip, He Qianhui sucked it into her mouth and swallowed it down with her saliva.
"You always want to eat it, but this stuff really doesn't taste good, you know."
He Qianhui lay in Zhang Hao's arms, gently playing with his little bean and drawing circles on it.
"It's okay, I like it and that's what matters. The experience differs with the entry, so does the outcome."
Every time He Qianhui would say so, and Zhang Hao was left without any options.
As long as she liked it, he let her be.
Zhang Hao lay on the bed, his hands propped behind his head, enjoying the moment of comfort.
"I think it might be time to consider leaving this company."
