Chapter 3074

Seeing Zhao Desan's lecherous, winking look, Zheng Jie immediately understood. This guy hadn't just called her to the hotel this afternoon to question her about her relationship with Director Zhang; the little schemes in his head were his true purpose. Although Zheng Jie knew exactly what Zhao Desan was thinking, she still played dumb and looked at him, saying, "What proper business?"

"Hehe, the proper business that lovers should do..." Zhao Desan smiled wickedly. After saying this, he raised both hands without hesitation and placed them on Zheng Jie's fragrant shoulders.

Zheng Jie was, after all, a mature young woman in her thirties with normal physiological needs. Her husband Zhao Da's incompetence left her in a state of psychological loneliness. Coupled with her deep, heartfelt affection for Zhao Desan, she couldn't refuse once Zhao Desan took the initiative to make such requests. Seeing Zhao Desan's wicked look, Zheng Jie rolled her eyes at him shyly, then leaned into Zhao Desan's broad chest, wrapped her arms around his sturdy waist, and whispered, "I knew you didn't have any good intentions when you called me here..."

"Is that so?" Zhao Desan looked down at Zheng Jie, who was leaning in his arms like a little bird, and asked with a grin, "Since you knew I didn't have any good intentions, why did you come? Isn't this like a sheep entering a tiger's den..." Zhao Desan felt that since Zheng Jie knew his purpose for inviting her to the hotel and still came willingly, it showed that she had psychologically accepted his idea for today.

"You wretch... you're just bad..." Zheng Jie leaned tightly into Zhao Desan's arms, speaking shyly while gently pinching his waist with force.

"Ouch..." Caught off guard by Zheng Jie's sneak attack on his waist—though she used very little force—Zhao Desan exaggerated a bit, grimacing and looking at Zheng Jie, crying out in pain, "Ouch, ouch."

"Does it hurt?" Zheng Jie lifted her face, which was brimming with happiness, and asked Zhao Desan.

"Ouch, it hurts like hell." Zhao Desan furrowed his brows, put on a bitter face, and nodded with an extremely exaggerated expression.

Zheng Jie giggled like a little girl and said to Zhao Desan with a cute expression, "Bad guy, stop pretending!" As she spoke, one hand slowly slid down along Zheng Jie's waist, purposefully and precisely wandering to the root of Zhao Desan's thigh. Through his pants, she gently stroked Zhao Desan's massive member, while lifting her face, staring straight at Zhao Desan with a hazy gaze, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"Ouch..." Zhao Desan made the same sound as before, but this time the tone changed to a third tone, and the cadence was slower. Accompanied by Zhao Desan slightly lifting his head and squinting his eyes, it looked more like a release of enjoyment.

Seeing Zhao Desan's intoxicated look, Zheng Jie gently stroked his fatal part through his pants while slowly squatting down. With her other free hand, she skillfully unbuckled Zhao Desan's belt, gave a light tug, and pulled his casual trousers down to his knees. She lifted her beautiful, fiery-red face, her eyes already burning with the flames of desire. While using her hand to lubricate Zhao Desan, she looked at him with seductive, watery eyes. Seeing Zhao Desan with his hands on his hips, head held high, and chest out in an intoxicated look, and hearing his occasional comfortable "ouch" sounds, the young woman finally couldn't suppress the longing in her heart. She gently removed the last layer of covering from Zhao Desan's lower body, unable to control the drive of her desire, and slowly buried her beautiful face toward Zhao Desan's already magnificent and mighty man's wilderness...

1674 Chapter 1657: Unable to Restrain Oneself