Chapter 1551: Wonderful and Indescribable

This was just the beginning. He saw He Liping shaking her buttocks, rubbing back and forth, and then suddenly pressed her firm, beautiful breasts heavily onto Zheng Tulu's thick, red face. Holding his head tightly, she panted while rising and falling, murmuring: "Bite, bite the nipple, uh... so itchy... Old Zheng, I... I love being screwed by you... uh..."

Listening to He Liping saying such indulgent words, Zhao Desan, hiding outside the window, really felt like rushing up to join the battle. The nerves in his lower body gradually became sensitive, and he could clearly feel a feeling of being ready to come out being produced in his body. This wasn't the most exciting scene. Suddenly, he saw He Liping quickly get off Zheng Tulu, then impatiently squat down, lean sideways on his crotch, and put that red, swollen golden hoop stick into her mouth, greedily eating it. That slippery, soft tongue was flexibly winding around it, and a cherry mouth was making a "smacking" sound with the eating, as if eating a cucumber, extremely tireless, making Zhao Desan, who was peeking outside the window, also feel that the thing in his lower body had a feeling of wanting to erupt. The nerves in his lower body were stretched tight by the extremely exciting and fragrant picture he saw, and his whole body was as uncomfortable as being burned by fire, as if it wasn't Zheng Tulu screwing He Liping, but himself screwing He Liping. Watching He Liping lying on Zheng Tulu's crotch, tirelessly smacking, her body twisting slightly, the snow-white buttocks facing the window had a brown stream in the middle, with fertile water grass on both sides, and tender red soft meat in the middle, which contracted violently with her panting. Looking at this completely opened flower petal hole, Zhao Desan really wished he could rush up now and explore this 35-year-old mature woman from behind. He could only endure the unbearable desire of burning fire, secretly hiding outside and continuing to peek at the movement inside. This wasn't the most exciting time, but actually just one of the more exciting fragments. Just when Zhao Desan thought that after He Liping finished eating Zheng Tulu's lollipop, this battle would end with his release, he saw Zheng Tulu say something to He Liping, who was flushed, charming, and full of desire. He saw her blush, shyly turn her body, turn sideways, and face Zheng Tulu with her buttocks. Because this angle was very clear, Zhao Desan saw it clearly. It turned out Zheng Tulu wanted to kiss her excrement exit. He saw his hands forcefully separate He Liping's round, plump buttocks, and then leaned his mouth over, sticking out his big tongue, towards her chrysanthemum hole that was slightly contracting with nervous breathing. The moment the tip of his tongue touched the chrysanthemum hole, he saw He Liping's body tremble violently, panting and murmuring: "Old Zheng, slow... slow down, I haven't been licked there by anyone yet... so... so itchy... slow down..."

Zheng Tulu chuckled, held He Liping's snow-white big buttocks tightly, pried them open forcefully, and then his tongue was extremely flexible on her chrysanthemum hole, sometimes touching like a dragonfly skimming the water, sometimes forcefully, licking He Liping until her whole body trembled. That strange numbness surged from her anus to her central nervous system like a tide. This pleasure was unprecedented. She had never experienced it before, and more and more she became addicted to this stimulation, from the initial tentative contact to finally being completely obsessed with this stimulation, sticking her buttocks tightly toward Zheng Tulu's face, almost pinching his fat head into her two large and elastic buttocks.

Watching Zheng Tulu licking He Liping's anus, licking so deliciously and tirelessly, making Zhao Desan, who was peeking outside the window, drool, swallowing saliva constantly, he really wanted to taste whether He Liping's chrysanthemum was really that delicious. After a while, Zhao Desan saw Zheng Tulu stand up from the sofa, and then unceremoniously aimed his red, swollen little guy at He Liping's already exposed, rosy chrysanthemum, then used his hands to forcefully pry open her buttocks, and his waist followed with force, and he saw the head of the little guy enter her chrysanthemum first. At the same time, he saw He Liping's body tremble violently, then bite her lips tightly, her brows locked, her face flushed, appearing both painful and happy as she let out an "ah."

"Liping, is it very painful?" Zheng Tulu also felt his little baby being wrapped by the extremely tight feeling. Although it only wrapped a head, the tight feeling still made him tremble all over, almost unable to hold back from erupting, so he hurriedly remained motionless, trying hard to persist without letting himself launch.

"Mm, painful, so painful." He Liping bit her lips tightly, her beautiful brows locked. When she felt a burning sensation of her chrysanthemum splitting, she had a strange stimulation. It was truly a wonderful and indescribable feeling of pain and happiness.

"Then don't do it?" Zheng Tulu still cared about this old lover who had followed him for many years. As the saying goes, long-term relationship breeds affection. The old guy didn't know how many times he had screwed this 35-year-old mature woman. Now he really developed a feeling of cherishing the fragrance and pitying the jade. Seeing her painful appearance, he remained motionless, saying, while shrinking his buttocks back, wanting to carefully retreat.

Just as his little guy was about to break away from the tight clamp of He Liping's chrysanthemum, he heard He Liping say painfully: "Don't." Then she forcefully pushed her snow-white, beautiful buttocks back, only to hear a painful yet happy "ah," and then freed a hand to reach back, tightly grasping Zheng Tulu's thigh, while groaning violently and murmuring: "Old Zheng, use force, get it in a bit... ah... so painful... don't stop... uh..."

Seeing Zheng Tulu and He Liping actually playing with the "back garden flower," Zhao Desan couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't expect He Liping to have such a hobby. Although Zhao Desan had also conquered countless women in the past few years, he never forced himself to develop the "back garden flower." Today, he suddenly peeked at this scene, and he really had a feeling of burning desire. Every nerve in his whole body, accompanied by the passion in the office, seemed to be stretched tight, as if it were about to break. Even every cell seemed to enter a state of intoxication. That feeling of burning all over made Zhao Desan uncomfortable. He really had never had such a strong desire. Watching Zheng Tulu screwing the "back garden flower," that scene, which was almost impossible to see, completely stimulated Zhao Desan's male masculinity, making him, while watching, uncontrollably stroke his thigh to the root. Once he touched himself there, he found that it had already become so hard.

Zhao Desan knew that the battle inside was far from over. The work plan in his hand was temporarily useless. He couldn't bear the stimulation of this passion, so he turned and walked downstairs, eyes unseen and heart unbothered. Who knew that when he suddenly arrived at the second floor, he happened to see Lan Mei, who hadn't been seen for a long time, returning to the office door after using the restroom. The two hadn't met for more than a week, because the current office was one upstairs and one downstairs, and their work was divided, so there was almost no intersection, so there was no reason to interact. Coupled with Jia Wanli, the little wife, serving by his side, Zhao Desan almost forgot about Lan Mei, the beautiful, cold, and glamorous young wife. Suddenly seeing her now, the two faced each other for a moment, and immediately a feeling of being in a dream rose from Zhao Desan's mind. After more than a week, Lan Mei was still the same, with a tall figure, exquisite and graceful, a beautiful and moving appearance, and a pair of deep and moving eyebrows. She was still as cold and unapproachable as usual, but only Zhao Desan knew that she wasn't actually that cold, but rather enthusiastic and fiery at times, for example, during that time. After all, she was also a woman, with normal physiological needs, and also needed a man's care and concern, and he was the man who truly walked into her heart. So Zhao Desan wasn't afraid of Lan Mei's cold and arrogant gaze at all. A ghost smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked up to Lan Mei, who was walking into the office. He saw her office door was open a crack, so he understood that Lan Mei must have known he would follow.

Zhao Desan smiled, didn't think twice, pushed the door and walked in, then closed the door by the way.

Lan Mei stood in the center of the office, with her back to him, and asked coldly and warmly: "Deputy Division Chief Liu, what wind blew you here?"

Zhao Desan clearly heard that Division Chief Lan was a bit angry with him. He also knew that he hadn't seen her for about ten days, and hadn't cared about or asked about her for about a month. As a woman conquered by him, having such an attitude toward her was completely reasonable. This just showed that she cared about him, otherwise she wouldn't be angry with him.

"I came here specifically to see you." Zhao Desan turned the coincidental meeting into coming specifically to see her.

Lan Mei didn't quite believe it, let out a light "hum" and laugh, and said: "Do you know I exist? I thought you were now a deputy division chief, could decide some things yourself, and had forgotten about me!"

"How could that be? I just got promoted, and a lot of work needs a lot of time to get familiar with, so I haven't had time to find you. Don't you also want me to be able to take on the current work as soon as possible?" Zhao Desan wore a high hat for Lan Mei very eloquently, then walked up and hugged Lan Mei from behind without warning.

This embrace left Lan Mei somewhat shaken. Because she hadn't felt a man's embrace for over a month, and because she was a bit nervous, her graceful body trembled slightly. With this tremor, her perky buttocks, clad in a dark blue uniform skirt, moved backward and unintentionally brushed against Zhao Desan's member, which hadn't fully softened yet. Although it was only a momentary sensation, that trace of elasticity and softness still ignited the fire in Zhao Desan that hadn't yet burned out, immediately acting like adding oil to the fire, causing the unextinguished flames to blaze up once again. It stimulated that treasure which could best express his state of mind, causing it to immediately rear its head and stand tall, compelling Zhao Desan to uncontrollably hug Lan Mei tighter, pressing his high-arched crotch against her, pushing it into her buttocks, and feeling her softness and slight elasticity.