Zhou Qing patted the seat next to him, and Wang Fang immediately understood, sitting down right beside him.
Zhou Qing's hand landed on her butt, not holding back as he gave it a firm squeeze.
Still so moist and elastic!
"Oh, stop it, you're terrible!"
Wang Fang complained, "Can't you be serious for once?"
"Last time we already did something naughty, and now here we are, a lone man and a woman sitting in a private room, how can you expect me to behave?"
Zhou Qing lifted his other hand, reaching straight through Wang Fang's clothes, slipping into her bra, and continuously kneading her large breasts.
The feel was superb.
Wang Fang let out soft moans, and her legs involuntarily clamped together more tightly.
Since she started working, she had never had a boyfriend, nor had she ever been intimate with a man; the last time with Zhou Qing was just an accident.
