Chapter 120: Comfortable! It feels amazing!

Her professional attire was a dark blue suit, and since young women don't like tight belts, Zhao Desan simply unbuttoned the waist and pulled down the zipper, causing the slightly soft fabric of her trousers to slide down automatically. Her black lace-trimmed panties were revealed, and that sexy area was plump, lush with vegetation, and trickling like a small stream.

Zhao Desan didn't even undo his belt; he just pulled down his zipper...

Comfortable! It feels amazing! That old guy, Deputy Bureau Chief Wang, had "enforced the law" on so many beauties in his own office lounge, and today, I, Zhao Desan, had "enforced the law" on Li Li Shanshan, the Coal Bureau's number one secretary, right here in my own office. This peerless beauty was just as he had guessed: even without the threat of photos, she was still pinned under him, Zhao Desan, being whipped and moaning in pleasure...

"Do you have any tissues here?" Li Li Shanshan asked, half-pulling up her waistband. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were still a bit dazed. "Look, you shot on my thigh. It's so dirty!"

"I do, wait a second, I'll get some for you." Zhao Desan smiled with satisfaction, opened the door to Deputy Bureau Chief Wang's lounge, tore off a long strip of toilet paper, kept a piece for himself, and gave the rest to Li Li Shanshan. "Here, just wipe it off."

He lowered his head to wipe off his own "treasure," which was still unwilling to call it a day, zipped up his pants, sat down on the long sofa, leaned back, lit a cigarette, and smoked it with great pleasure.

Li Li Shanshan was bent over, carefully wiping between her legs with the tissue, her white, plump buttocks stuck out. Her private parts were facing Zhao Desan, allowing him to examine them carefully. They were quite pink and tender; although not as pink as seventeen-year-old Ma Ting's, they were still rosy, indicating she surely hadn't had much experience of that kind before.

Just as he was admiring the view with great self-satisfaction, someone suddenly knocked on the door. The two of them looked at each other in panic. Zhao Desan pretended to be calm and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Wen Qian, I need you to fill out a form!" The voice of Wen Qian from the Finance Department came from outside. "Open the door!"

Zhao Desan signaled to Li Li Shanshan and whispered, "Quick, go hide in Deputy Bureau Chief Wang's lounge!"

Li Li Shanshan, with her waistband still at her knees, ran like a duck—which was quite funny—to twist open the lounge door, slipped inside, and closed it. She sat on the boss's chair, spread her legs, and carefully wiped herself with toilet paper. There was quite a lot of fluid—both what Zhao Desan had released and what had flowed out from her own waves of pleasure.

"Coming!" Zhao Desan went to open the office door.

"Why are you locking the door in broad daylight?" Wen Qian asked him, looking puzzled.

"Well, Deputy Bureau Chief Wang isn't here, so we aren't receiving guests today!" He chuckled. "What form is it?"

"The payroll! We set up your card last time, but I forgot to have you fill out the form after finishing it!" Wen Qian took the payroll, placed it on the coffee table, flipped to the page with Zhao Desan's name, and pointed to it. "Just sign your name. Check if the amount is correct before you sign, okay?"

Zhao Desan looked at the column in front, saw the amount was correct, and quickly signed his name.

Wen Qian took back the pen, closed the form, and stood in front of him. She was a bit short, only reaching his shoulder, but her egg-shaped face was fair and flawless, her large eyes were bright and lively, her lips were small and rosy, and her features were exquisite. She had a large chest and a shapely bottom, but she was just a bit short.