"This, this is too intense, isn't it?"
A trace of fear appeared in Wu Miao's eyes, but it quickly turned into growing excitement.
She was a woman unsatisfied with her desires. Her husband, Sun Zhigang, was good-looking but useless; her old lover, Zhang Haitao, was getting on in years, an abyss that couldn't be filled, which was why he had thought about setting his sights on those new interns.
She had dreamed of reaching the pinnacle, and Su Fan was the Divine Artifact she had been yearning for.
"Cut the chatter, let's get on with it."
At this moment, Su Fan was really in a hurry to go home to report to Bai Man.
He promptly pushed Wu Miao's head down.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm."
Wu Miao's mouth quickly puffed up.
Only halfway in, her throat was blocked, and she had to use her hands to give herself some relief.
Yet, Su Fan was rough, forcefully pressing down.
It was outright torture.
More than ten minutes later, Su Fan let go of Wu Miao's head.
