Chen Dashan lay back in the boss's chair, watching Fei Wan as she prepared to perform for him.
The atmosphere in the office became instantly suggestive.
Fei Wan unzipped Chen Dashan's pants in a few swift motions. As she gazed at Chen Dashan, her fingers caressed him like a precious treasure, extending her tongue to gently lick him.
Her red lips and white teeth formed an incredibly seductive image.
Chen Dashan smiled slightly, feeling immensely satisfied watching Fei Wan work hard to please him. He pressed his large hand on the back of her head, moving rhythmically deeper and shallower.
Staring at her ample breasts, Chen Dashan's desire surged.
"Does Wu Tian know how well you can lick?"
Chen Dashan asked. Fei Wan licked her red lips, the corners of her mouth moist, and flirtatiously replied, "Wu Tian is a useless man. In front of you, he isn't even a man."
"Really?"
Chen Dashan stood up, roughly pressing Fei Wan onto the desk and lifting her red dress up to her back.
