Chapter 16: Not Close to Women, Heart Panicking

Zhao Desan complained in his heart. Yesterday, plus Zhang Aiai, he had released himself five times in total—a man who does it five times a night. Even the most vigorous person couldn't handle such unrestrained release every night!

Zhao Desan didn't say he wouldn't come, but said, "Sister Lan, it depends on the situation. If there's nothing going on, I'll come. The main thing is that you're too busy, Sister Lan, and you might not be home at night."

Ma Lan laughed and said, "That's true. Recently, I've been talking about coal supply with a thermal power plant in Hexi Province. I might have to socialize tonight."

Zhao Desan said with concern, "Sister Lan, then drink less alcohol."

Ma Lan had never been cared for like this before. Every time she drank with those leaders and clients, everyone just flattered her and told her to drink more, drink more; no one told her to drink less.

Zhao Desan's simple concern made Ma Lan's cold heart feel warm.

Ma Lan sent Zhao Desan to near the car. When he got off, Ma Lan grabbed him, bit his lips, and a long hand groped into Zhao Desan's belt, reaching straight to Zhao Desan's treasure, and gently played with it.

Early in the morning, there were almost no cars on the street, only an occasional person walking by, and it wasn't light yet.

Zhao Desan was bitten on the lips by Ma Lan and sucked gently. Before long, he couldn't withstand this stimulating temptation. One hand pulled the car door shut again, reached into the neckline of Ma Lan's black overcoat, and touched the full lotus-like breasts under the thin gauze pajamas.

Ma Lan freed a hand, slowly lowered Zhao Desan's seat, and he lay flat on the seat, his hand still stroking Ma Lan's white steamed buns.

"Sister Lan... again?"

"Mm... don't you want to?"

Ma Lan lifted the hem of her black trench coat, a faint blush appearing on her beautiful face, and a dazed luster flashing in her bright eyes, in a posture of drawing a bow and arrow.

"Want to." Zhao Desan still bit the bullet and said he wanted to. He was afraid that if he said he didn't want to, Ma Lan would think he had other ideas.

"Little man, should Sister come up or should you come up?" Ma Lan lifted the hem of her trench coat to her waist, pushed the thin strap of her underwear to the side, "How about Sister lies down and you come from behind? How about that?"

"Sister Lan, you come up." Zhao Desan had been tossing and turning all night and was already a bit exhausted.

Ma Lan lifted the hem of her coat and sat on top.

The car was parked by the plane trees on the side of the road. The morning fog was heavy, the sky was dark, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Inside the car, Ma Lan was riding on Zhao Desan, twisting her waist with effort, rising and falling in madness.

From the outside, a luxury Audi car was swaying up and down.