Watching Monica slither into his arms like a seductive snake, the dress on her upper body slipped off, exposing her arousing flesh while she murmured some explicit words...
Qiao endeavored to maintain his stoic abstinent posture, helplessly saying, "I'm injured..."
Monica, her eyes like silken threads, exuded a sweet champagne scent from her mouth, her tongue moving like a snake's tongue from Qiao's earlobe downwards...
As a normal man, Qiao could no longer resist. He stood up, holding Monica, and placed her on the sofa in the reception room...
Glancing at the tightly closed reception room door, Qiao asked, "How's the soundproofing here? My role as an injured man is quite critical..."
Monica looked at Qiao's frightened demeanor, laughed heartily, wrapped her arms around his neck, and entwined her honey-colored legs around his waist, pulling him down into the soft sofa...
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