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If they say a woman is made of water,
Then a young wife must be made of floodwaters,
Warm and unrestrained.
With just a few simple teases of her fingers,
Gu Jingshu could hardly stand it, her eyes becoming hazy.
She turned around and sat on Chen Fang's thigh.
Her hot lips pressed against his.
"The door is still... not locked,"
Chen Fang said with some concern.
But Gu Jingshu couldn't care less, quickly sliding off the last barrier under her skirt, then clumsily unbuckling Chen Fang's belt...
Outside the office, people were coming and going.
Nobody knew that the two of them had started tumbling on the office sofa.
For a whole half hour or more.
They finally finished their passionate encounter, both drenched in sweat.
Nestled against Chen Fang's broad chest, Gu Jingshu said reluctantly, "Once you go to the Safety Supervision Bureau, we'll have less chance to meet."
Chen Fang's fingers were playfully stroking her breasts.
