Ma Xiaorong crouched between Chen Yang’s legs, her lovely eyes wide. The sight of that fearso, taut readiness made her heart pound. She reached out and wrapped her hand around its formidable heat. Its raw, masculine scent stimulated her, igniting a powerful, unprecedented craving within her.
"Aunt Xiao Rong, why are you..." Chen Yang glanced nervously toward the office door, reaching out to stop her. This was an office, after all. Soone could walk in at any mont.
But Ma Xiaorong was fearless. She looked up at Chen Yang with a coquettish glint in her eyes, then parted her small, cherry-like lips. A warm puff of air escaped as she painstakingly took him into her mouth...
Chen Yang sucked in a sharp breath. The warm, wet envelopnt made him clench his fists, and his powerful body even trembled. He could feel her agile tongue swirling around him, and compared to Lin Jingyi, he realized Ma Xiaorong was far more skilled.
Ma Xiaorong was petite to begin with, so her mouth was even smaller. Looking down at her, the sight of her completely filled cheeks sent an unprecedented wave of excitent and pleasure through him.
"Mmmph..."
As Ma Xiaorong devotedly worked her mouth, her other slender hand lifted a corner of her white coat. Instantly, the fair, snowy peaks hidden beneath were revealed to Chen Yang.
She’s not wearing anything again. His pupils dilated at the realization, and he reached out to grasp them. The soft, smooth sensation surged from his palm to his heart as he watched her diligently working below. At that mont, Chen Yang felt an almost heavenly ecstasy.
"Mmm... hmm..."
Ma Xiaorong’s face gradually flushed. Relishing the feel of Chen Yang’s large hand, her own slender fingers couldn’t help but slip beneath her white coat. Placing her hand over the glistening area, she began to pleasure herself through the sheer fabric. A shiver of delight washed over her, prompting her to take him even deeper. Her tender throat was completely filled, and a heady, suffocating sensation washed over her.
Truthfully, Ma Xiaorong knew that if she wanted Chen Yang to fall for her charms, she had to make the first move. Otherwise, how could she possibly steal him away from Lin Jingyi? This prize was too great; she absolutely wouldn’t give up.
Chen Yang hissed as the tight squeeze of her throat brought imnse satisfaction to both his body and mind. Furthermore, the setting—a hospital office, with people coming and going right outside—added another layer of forbidden thrill. The voices of nurses chatting nearby sounded as if they were right beside them, bringing an indescribable stimulus to his senses. Soon, he felt a tingle shoot up his spine. He was reaching his limit.
"Aunt Xiao Rong, quickly, let go..." The sensation washing over him made his expression stiffen, and he tried to pull back.
However, sensing the change in his body as he grew harder and hotter, Ma Xiaorong knew exactly what was about to happen. Instead of letting him pull away, she tightened her grip on his legs, her lovely eyes smoldering with intoxicated desire as she quickened her pace.
"You..." Chen Yang realized what she intended to do, and an imnse sense of achievent washed over him.
"Mmmph!"
Following that, Ma Xiaorong squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a hot torrent flood her mouth, stretching her cheeks full. Yet, she didn’t stop, maintaining her rhythm. She wanted all of it. Not a single drop could be wasted.
"Whew..." Chen Yang let out a long sigh of blissful release, raising a hand to caress her pretty face.
At that, Ma Xiaorong opened her eyes and gazed up at him, her expression tender and her face suffused with a seductive charm. With a slight bob of her throat, she swallowed everything that filled her small mouth.
Watching this unfold, Chen Yang felt utterly gratified. He truly hadn’t expected Ma Xiaorong to swallow his seed. The sense of achievent was overwhelmingly potent.
A mont later, having wasted none of it, Ma Xiaorong exhaled softly. Her fragrant tongue darted out to trace her lips as she looked at Chen Yang coquettishly, like a child seeking praise. "Chen Yang, I’m better than your aunt, aren’t I?"
"She would never dare to do this with you in a hospital..."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The sudden knocking cut Ma Xiaorong off.
"Xiao Rong, are you busy?" a slightly raspy male voice sounded from outside the office.
"Quick!" Hearing the voice, Ma Xiaorong’s pretty face paled, and her previous seductive deanor vanished. She instinctively wiped her lips, smoothed down her white coat, and sat down at her office chair, assuming a prim and proper posture.
Chen Yang was startled as well. He hastily tucked his ’weapon’ away and sat on a nearby chair, his heart pounding with anxiety. He knew the risk of doing this in a hospital office was too high. That was a close call; they had almost been caught.
CLICK.
The office door swung open. A lean, middle-aged man in a white coat and glasses entered. When he saw Chen Yang sitting by the desk, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with displeasure.
However, he didn’t say anything directly. Instead, he walked over to Ma Xiaorong, pulled up a chair beside her, and took a sniff of her perfu. "Xiao Rong," he asked, puzzled, "who is this young man?"
"Dr. Zhou, please don’t sit so close to , thank you." Ma Xiaorong shot Zhou Chun a look of disgust and gestured toward a long bench nearby with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She truly detested him. He often used his connections at the hospital to harass her, which she found utterly repulsive.
Seeing her rejection, Zhou Chun didn’t get angry at all. He just smiled. "Xiao Rong, you know how I feel about you, you... Huh? What’s that sll? Why is it so familiar?"
Hearing this, Chen Yang tensed up instantly. That sll is from ...
Zhou Chun trailed off, sniffing the air around Ma Xiaorong. "Xiao Rong, did you change your perfu? Or did you eat sothing for breakfast?"
Suddenly, he noticed a faint, glistening sheen at the corner of Ma Xiaorong’s lips. He asked in confusion, "What’s that on your lips...?"
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