Chapter 29

"Are you talking about Wang Chunqing?" Ma Lan guessed what he was thinking at a glance and laughed contemptuously, "If it weren't for asking him for help, 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 this possibility was small. After all, she was not clean with him, so how could she dare to tell Wang Wang Anguo? That bastard had such a strong possessiveness; even if he were powerless, he wouldn't want Ma Lan to be touched by other men.

"Look at how scared you are. Why tell that bastard this?" Ma Lan laughed lightly, looked at Zhao Desan charmingly, and gently drew on his eyebrows with her fingertips. That expression was more beautiful than Jinlian, better than Xishi, with all kinds of charm and amorous feelings, showing the unique charm of a thirty-five-year-old woman to the fullest.

"Sister Lan, what did that bastard call you into his office for that afternoon?" Zhao Desan mustered his courage and asked her with a ghostly smile. Although he guessed that 80% of it was having sex inside, he wanted to confirm it so that his thoughts wouldn't be in vain. His bold idea was to film all the beautiful spring scenery in Wang Wang Anguo's office.

"You little bad guy! Pretending to be stupid on purpose, right?" Ma Lan pinched his nose and asked through gritted teeth.

"Sister Lan, I really don't know." Zhao Desan panted, pretending to be ignorant.

"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 wantonly, "Doing this, understand?"

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

Ma Lan pinched Zhao Desan's treasure hard, which made him stare wide-eyed and howl in pain. He clamped his legs, pushed Ma Lan's hand away, covered his treasure, and looked pained.

Ma Lan laughed charmingly, "Did it hurt?"

Zhao Desan clearly felt a heart-piercing pain, but he couldn't curse her, right? Enduring the pain, he smoothed his tightly knitted eyebrows, squeezed out a hypocritical smile, shook his head, and said, "No... it doesn't hurt."

In fact, Ma Lan was also joking, but she used a bit too much force. She felt a bit sorry for him and laughed wickedly, "Desan, Sister will help you stop the pain." She pushed Zhao Desan's hand covering the treasure to the side.

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

Ma Lan laughed wickedly, shook her head, slid her body down, her face aligned with his crotch, took away his hand, and a pair of warm, charming lips moved to the treasure, opened into a sexy mouth shape, and slowly swallowed it.

Zhao Desan obviously didn't expect Ma Lan to do this to him, which was a bit unexpected. This unexpected surprise made Zhao Desan feel exceptionally comfortable. A young man full of energy couldn't withstand such stimulating temptation at all. Under her skillful swallowing, it stood tall and proud in a while.

When Zhao Desan couldn't hold on anymore, Ma Lan turned her body, and her snow-white thighs rode on his face. Facing that dense black forest, Zhao Desan couldn't control himself and stuck out his tongue, tentatively approaching. Just after licking it once, Ma Lan's buttocks twisted violently, rubbing hard against his mouth.

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

Ma Lan supported the treasure while swallowing with a slurping sound, and at the same time made hurried sounds.

After a while, she got off his face, turned her body, and sat down on the treasure. Zhao Desan let out a long "ah," looking at Ma Lan sitting on him, her face flushed, her curly hair messy, and a pair of snow-white, plump lotus buds swaying up and down with her body's rise and fall. He supported her slender, fleshy waist with both hands, and she picked him up and placed him on the pair of plump lotus buds that were jumping up and down.

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, and laughed blurrily, "Baby, pillow on my arm."

Zhao Desan looked at Ma Lan's charming and wanton face and felt extremely satisfied. He obediently turned sideways and pillowed on her arm. Ma Lan stretched out a long, beautiful leg, crossed it over his waist, and hugged him tightly.

Zhao Desan joked, "Sister Lan, why hug so tight? Afraid I'll run away?"

Ma Lan said with fragrance like an orchid, "You've provoked me, there's no way you can run!"

Facing Ma Lan's joking threat, Zhao Desan was secretly happy. He couldn't ask for more. Playing with a woman who could let go in bed like this made him feel like a fairy; Zhao Desan liked it!