Under the office desk, Ye Qiao knelt on Sun Zhe's insteps, her fair knees pressing down as she gazed up at him with tender affection. "Brother, I want to drink your milk."
As she spoke, she reached out and unzipped his pants.
Sun Zhe looked down at the sweet, seductive creature before him and smiled. "If you want it, help yourself."
Ye Qiao giggled, pulling his pants and briefs down in one motion, letting his scorching dragon spring free and slap against her cheek. The rich, enticing masculine scent immediately washed over her, making her flush and her vision blur. She gently grasped the great dragon with one slender hand, pressing it firmly up against Sun Zhe's hairy abdomen. Tilting her head, she slowly leaned in, her soft lips and pink tongue starting their exploration at the base.
"Hsss..." Sun Zhe, who was in the middle of his meal, couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.
