The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 861: Chapter 861: Secret Whispers Under the Table

"I’m coming... I’m about to come... give it to me... please give it to me..."

On the office desk, Liang Jiajia with her butt raised kept begging, as the intense thrusts brought her to the peak.

Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her forehead covered in fragrant sweat, while her mouth occasionally had to suck on Zhao Qianyue’s private parts.

"You’re such a slut, this time you got fucked clean, right!"

Zhao Qianyue slapped Liang Jiajia’s face a few times, grabbed her head, and stuffed Lin Fan’s iron pestle into her mouth, making her lick it clean before guiding the iron pestle back inside her body.

"So, are you satisfied today? You got to handle another married woman!"

Zhao Qianyue smiled at Lin Fan, feeling the pleasure of the iron pestle reaching the depths of the abyss.

"I don’t recall ever saying we should handle her like this, all of this was your idea."

With one arm around Zhao Qianyue’s waist and the other kneading her voluptuous body, Lin Fan smiled wickedly as he sealed her lips, while accelerating his hips, her joyful moans echoed continuously.

"I only let you use her to save you, from now on, she’s your toy."

pouted, her eyes becoming dreamy, "Don’t act all innocent after

ought to thank

few more times; Zhao Qianyue, who had come over early in the morning, saved him

be enthusiastic... be gentle... I’m not your slave... don’t bite the hand

Zhao Qianyue’s body also started trembling uncontrollably, clutching Lin Fan’s neck tightly, she couldn’t help but say, "It’s just

I’m not any better than

peak, Lin Fan also finally prepared to release, so grabbing her plump butt, he thrust a couple more times before

Lin Fan’s seed, and even as Lin Fan’s body relaxed, she still held the iron pestle, motionless, but

chair to rest for a bit, the phone suddenly rang. Seeing

Zhao, what’s

magistrates, don’t be so formal with

new office treating you? I happen to have something I want to discuss with you. Wait for me in the office, I’ll be

hearing the phone conversation, Zhao Qianyue had no intention of leaving. Instead, she jumped off the desk, pulled Liang Jiajia under the table, letting her continue licking Lin Fan’s iron pestle, while she indulgently fondled

get you a sofa under the table from now

expecting Zhao Qianyue to stay, Lin Fan couldn’t

a sofa, a

her tongue, "You have to hold steady, my dad has sharp eyes, make