Chapter 32

Zhao Desan felt bitter in his heart. Including Zhang Ai'ai yesterday, he had released five times in total. A "five-times-a-night man," even someone with great energy couldn't withstand such unrestrained release every night!

Zhao Desan didn't say he wouldn't come, but said, "Sister Lan, let's see. If there's nothing, I'll come. The main thing is that you are too busy, Sister Lan, and you might not be home at night."

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

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

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

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

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

Early in the morning, there were almost no cars on the street, only one person passed by occasionally, and the sky was not yet bright.

Zhao Desan was bitten by Ma Lan and sucked gently. After a while, he couldn't withstand such stimulating temptation. One hand pulled the car door shut again, reached into the neckline of Ma Lan's black trench coat, and touched the pair of plump lotus buds under the thin silk 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?"

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

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

"Yes." Zhao Desan still bit the bullet and said yes. He was afraid that if he said no, Ma Lan would think he had other intentions.

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

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

Ma Lan lifted her hem and sat on it.

The car was parked by the plane tree 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 rode 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.