Chapter 13: Comparable to Being an Immortal!

"Are you talking about Wang Chunching?" Ma Lan guessed what he was thinking at a glance and laughed with contempt. "If it weren't for asking him to help me, I wouldn't let that old lecher touch me. Doing it with him is just acting. You just entered the Coal Bureau, there are many things you don't know yet. You will naturally understand these things in the future."

"Sister Lan, you must not tell Deputy Bureau Chief Wang about tonight." Zhao Desan was still a bit afraid that she would tell Deputy Bureau Chief Wang, but he knew the possibility was small. After all, she was involved with him; how could she dare to tell Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo? That bastard was so possessive that even if he were impotent, he wouldn't want Ma Lan to be touched by other men.

"Look at how scared you are. Why would I tell that bastard this?" Ma Lan laughed lightly, looking at Zhao Desan alluringly, her fingertips gently tracing his eyebrows. That expression was as beautiful as Jinlian, better than Xishi, with a thousand kinds of coquettishness and ten thousand kinds of amorousness, showing the unique charm of a thirty-five-year-old woman to the fullest.

"Sister Lan, what did that bastard do when he called you into his office that afternoon?" Zhao Desan gathered his courage and asked her with a ghostly smile. Although he guessed that eighty percent of it was getting busy inside, he wanted to confirm it so his idea wouldn't be in vain. His bold idea was to film all the pleasant spring scenery in Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo's office.

"You little rascal! You're pretending to be stupid, right?" Ma Lan pinched his nose and asked through gritted teeth.

"Sister Lan, I really don't know." Zhao Desan panted, feigning ignorance.

"Sigh, it seems you really are a fool!" Ma Lan sighed, reached out to touch Zhao Desan's treasure, shook it a few times, and laughed coquettishly, "Doing this, understand?"

Zhao Desan laughed, but said, "I don't understand."

Ma Lan pinched Zhao Desan's treasure hard, which made him widen his eyes and howl. He clamped his legs together, pushed Ma Lan's hand away, clutched his treasure, and looked in pain.

Ma Lan laughed coquettishly, "Did it hurt?"

Zhao Desan clearly felt a heart-piercing pain, but he couldn't curse her, could he? He endured the pain, smoothed his furrowed brow, squeezed out a hypocritical smile, shook his head, and said, "No... it doesn't hurt."

In fact, Ma Lan was also joking, just using a bit too much force. She actually felt quite sorry for him and laughed wickedly, "Desan, Sister will help you stop the pain." She pushed Zhao Desan's hand away from his treasure.

Zhao Desan looked at her with lingering fear and said, "Sister Lan, you want to pinch again?"

Ma Lan laughed deviously, shook her head, slid her body down, her face level with his crotch, removed his hand, and moved her warm, tender lips to his treasure, opening them into a sexy shape and slowly swallowing it.

Zhao Desan clearly hadn't expected Ma Lan to do this to him. It was unexpected, and this surprise made Zhao Desan feel exceptionally comfortable. As a vigorous young man, he couldn't resist such stimulating temptation, and that thing, under her skillful swallowing and spitting, soon stood tall and proud.

Just as Zhao Desan was about to be unable to hold on, Ma Lan turned her body, and her snow-white thighs straddled his face. Facing that dense black forest, Zhao Desan couldn't control himself and stuck out his tongue, tentatively approaching it. Just as he licked it, Ma Lan's buttocks twisted violently, rubbing hard against his mouth.

"Baby... so comfortable... lick harder..."

Ma Lan held his treasure, making slurping sounds while swallowing, and let out rapid sounds.

After a while, she got off his face, turned around, and sat down on his treasure. Zhao Desan let out a long "Ah," looking at Ma Lan sitting on him, her face flushed, her curly hair disheveled, a pair of snow-white, full lotus-like breasts swaying up and down with her body's rise and fall. He placed his hands on her slender, fleshy waist, and she picked them up and placed them on that pair of full, jumping lotus-like breasts.

Zhao Desan and Ma Lan were happy until two or three in the morning. After several hours of madness, both of them were sore and exhausted.

Climbing off Zhao Desan, Ma Lan lay beside him, panting, stretched out her arm, turned her flushed cheek to the side, and laughed dazed, "Baby, pillow on my arm."

Zhao Desan looked at Ma Lan's coquettish and wanton expression, feeling extremely satisfied. He obediently turned to his side and pillowed on her arm. Ma Lan stretched out a long, beautiful leg, straddled his waist, and held him tightly in her arms.

Zhao Desan joked, "Sister Lan, why are you hugging so tight? Are you afraid I'll run away?"

Ma Lan said with fragrance like orchids, "You've provoked me, there's no way you're running away!"

Facing Ma Lan's joking threat, Zhao Desan was secretly delighted. He couldn't have asked for more. Playing with a woman who could let go in bed like this felt comparable to being an immortal. Zhao Desan liked it! ===== CHAPTER 30 =====