Wu Song instantly drew in a sharp breath.
Fortunately, at this moment, they were in Han Yuxue's office.
No outsiders could see what they were up to, so Wu Song became bolder.
His hand slipped right into the slit of her qipao, tracing the edge of her panties, then pinched and tore them off.
He yanked them down to her knees, letting them hang on her snowy thighs—unspeakably sexy and tempting.
Wu Song's spear immediately hardened, stiff as a rod.
Han Yuxue's delicate hands trembled with excitement.
She grabbed at Wu Song's boxers and yanked them down.
The thick, sturdy spear instantly bounced free, quivering before Han Yuxue's eyes, its tip already glistening with drops of clear essence.
Han Yuxue's eyes glowed hot; she quickly lowered her head and engulfed him, her fragrant tongue wrapping around his tip to savor it, drinking every last drop of his leaked essence.
Then she began a careful, twining caress with her mouth.
Her movements were nimble and subtle.
