Zhao Tianhao arrived at the Shanghai radio station.
Lisa had already given instructions, so Zhao Tianhao had free access.
Of course, even without her instructions, Zhao Tianhao could still enter.
Guided by a clerk, Zhao Tianhao arrived at Lisa's office.
When Zhao Tianhao pushed open the door, Lisa was working.
"Master."
Seeing Zhao Tianhao, Lisa happily stood up, then knelt down and crawled to his feet.
Zhao Tianhao looked at Lisa, her large buttocks swaying at his feet, and locked the door.
Lisa pulled down Zhao Tianhao's pants.
His enormous penis was freed and slapped against Lisa's heavily made-up face.
Lisa gave Zhao Tianhao a flirtatious wink, then opened her rosy lips and took him in, beginning a deep throat thrust.
Kneeling between his legs, Lisa grasped his large penis and repeatedly licked the glans with her small, fragrant tongue, occasionally raising her head to look at Zhao Tianhao with lewd eyes, hoping to gain his approval.
"Ah, so good, so good. Lisa, your musical talent is truly remarkable!"
Lisa didn't understand the meaning behind Zhao Tianhao's words.
"Your blowjob technique is excellent!" Zhao Tianhao explained with a smile.
Hearing Zhao Tianhao's praise, Lisa served him even more diligently.
After enjoying herself for a while, Zhao Tianhao picked Lisa up, carried her to his desk, pushed the files aside, and placed her on it.
Zhao Tianhao parted Lisa's two beautiful legs in black stockings, looking at her vulva exposed by her legs spread wide apart.
The lustful fluid overflowing from her labia soaked the thin, transparent black gauze beside her, clinging tightly to her genitals and outlining their beautiful lines.
Seeing that her master still hadn't penetrated her, Lisa swayed her hips seductively, conveying an incredibly lewd message.
Zhao Tianhao grinned lewdly, holding his large penis and repeatedly slapping it against Lisa's clitoris.
The base rubbed against her labia, his scrotum pounding against her anus.
Lisa, with a wanton expression, writhed her large buttocks, searching for the large glans.
"Master, stop rubbing, ah, stop slapping, hurry, come in, ah, please, master, don't torture this bitch, master, big cock master, um, ah, come in, fuck me, fuck this bitch's little cunt, please, ah, ah."
Zhao Tianhao smiled lewdly, hoisting Lisa's legs onto his shoulders, pressing her thighs against her chest, and slowly inserting the large glans into her burning vulva.
"Ah, Master, um, it's in, so good, ah, so hot, so hard, so full, ah, Master, harder, harder, fuck this slut to death, ah."
Enjoying the pleasure from the folds of her vaginal walls and the resistance of his large penis, Lisa, consumed by intense pleasure, lifted her hips almost vertically, allowing his penis to reach its deepest point.
"Ah, Master, so deep, ah, yes, that's it, faster, faster, ah, harder, I love Master's big cock, ah."
Feeling the continuous spasms of Lisa's vaginal walls as she reached orgasm, Zhao Tianhao increased his speed until she cried out and released her vaginal fluids, only then did he stop thrusting.
Zhao Tianhao held Lisa in his arms, supporting her plump, round buttocks, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Zhao Tianhao began walking around the office with Lisa in his arms.
With each step, his large penis slid and thrust inside Lisa's cunt.
Lisa's small legs dangled in the air, tracing beautiful curves as they tapped against Zhao Tianhao's buttocks.
Just as Zhao Tianhao was pacing around the office with Lisa in his arms, using gravity to thrust in and out,
a subordinate suddenly knocked on Lisa's office door.
The loud knocking startled Lisa. She instantly stopped moaning loudly. Little did she know that Zhao Tianhao had already used his inner energy to shield the room from sound.
"Boss, Boss?"
The subordinate pushed the door, finding it wouldn't open.
"Wh-what is it?"
Lisa's trembling voice rang out.
Although she found the manager's voice strange, the female employee didn't think much of it. "The sports channel host, Peter Zhu, has suddenly fallen ill. Who would you like to cover for him today?"
Lisa was too preoccupied to answer, constantly feeling the intense thrusts inside her. She felt herself on the verge of collapse, about to be overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.
"Manager?"
After a while, hearing no reply, the female employee called again.
Thinking Lisa hadn't heard clearly.
Just as she was about to repeat herself, she heard a slightly unusual voice from inside, "Zeng Xiaoxian."
Lisa spoke while forcefully suppressing wave after wave of pleasure, afraid of moaning and becoming famous on the radio.
"Zeng Xiaoxian? He knows about football?"
The female employee was surprised. She listened to the door, but heard no sound from inside.
Then, looking puzzled, she left.
Seeing the female employee leave, Zhao Tianhao said to Lisa, "She's gone."
Lisa, naturally, wouldn't question her master. She instantly reverted to her true nature, moaning wildly. The pent-up pleasure she had just suppressed erupted in a roar.
"Ah, Master, ah, so good, fuck this bitch to death, ah, it's so deep, my uterus is going to be torn apart, ah, um, I love Master's big cock, ah. I can't take it anymore, I'm peeing, ah, I'm coming, ah."
Lisa, already on the verge of orgasm, felt her tension release like a burst dam, a torrent of fluid gushing from deep within her womb, drenching Zhao Tianhao's large glans, dripping from their point of contact onto the floor.
Forming puddles of fluid.
Zhao Tianhao placed Lisa on the office sofa, then bent down and tightly sucked on her pink areolas and nipples.
His tongue circled on her vulva, and his large penis, moving in and out at a steady, measured pace, waited for the next surge of climax.
"Ah, Master, I can't take it anymore, no, no, don't move, please, spare me, I'm being fucked so badly by Master, ah."
Lisa rolled her eyes back, sobbing and begging for mercy. Zhao Tianhao completely ignored Lisa's pleas, continuing to violently ravage her delicate flower.
"Ah, Master, um, so fast, too hard, um, no, don't, ah, I'm going to, die, ah."
Zhao Tianhao flipped her body over, making Lisa kneel on the sofa, and from behind, he held her buttocks with both hands, thrusting vigorously.
The rear-entry position meant that each of Zhao Tianhao's heavy thrusts impacted the deepest part of Lisa's uterine wall.
Lisa, overwhelmed by the climax, lay languidly on the sofa, her snow-white buttocks arching wildly as she reveled in the surge of lust.
Watching his large, white, love-slick penis thrust in and out of her butterfly-shaped labia, Zhao Tianhao grew even more excited, launching into his final assault.
Kneeling on the sofa like a bitch, Lisa sensed Zhao Tianhao's impending ejaculation. Her full breasts bounced on her chest, her buttocks swaying wildly. With a hoarse growl, semen gushed forth, breaching her cervix and reaching its deepest point.
Lisa let out a soul-stirring moan, savoring the pleasure of the hot semen washing over her uterus.
…
Zhao Tianhao spent the entire morning in the office with Lisa, still unsatisfied.
After all, although he had unlocked the radio scene, it was still ultimately in the office.
During lunchtime, Zhao Tianhao opened the office door.
Behind her was Lisa, dressed, looking weak and limp, her face flushed, barely able to stand, as if she might fall at any moment.
Zhao Tianhao smiled and gestured for Lisa to lead the way.
Lisa walked with difficulty, her legs feeling weak and aching. A mere hundred steps felt like a marathon, until she arrived at a spacious, deserted broadcasting studio.
Through large glass windows, one could see radio equipment filled with buttons inside.
This must be where radio programs are recorded.
Zhao Tianhao felt a sense of familiarity with this place. He hadn't been here before, but he felt like he'd seen it somewhere before.
Zhao Tianhao, as if struck by a sudden thought, asked Lisa, "Is this where Zeng Xiaoxian records his show?"
"Yes, not only Zeng Xiaoxian, but other shows also use it. It's not a fixed location; whichever studio the radio station has available, they use it. This is one of the studios."
No wonder it felt familiar. Zhao Tianhao thought to himself that he had seen this scene in a drama—the place where Zeng Xiaoxian hosted "Your Moon, My Heart."
As for Zeng Xiaoxian's late-night show, no one was competing with him for it, so of course it was a fixed studio.
However, now wasn't the time to think about these things; Zhao Tianhao was here to take care of "important business."