Chapter 4490

Han Hongmei smiled bewitchingly, shook her head, and said: "Can you be more excessive?"

Zhao Desan was a smart person. Immediately understanding something, he quickly moved his right hand away, turned Han Hongmei's body around to face him, stretched out his two hands, and couldn't wait to stuff them into her shirt along her neckline. Through her black bra with lace edges, he fiercely stroked her proud big white rabbits, and said with a wicked smile while twitching his eyebrows: "Secretary Han, is this excessive?"

Seeing Zhao Desan's wicked look, Han Hongmei had a bewitching expression on her face, her eyes somewhat drifting and dazed, and she shook her head and said gently: "Not at all excessive."

Hearing Han Hongmei's negative answer, Zhao Desan was startled and said with a wicked smile: "Is this still not excessive?"

Han Hongmei looked at Zhao Desan with eyes like silk, her breath rising and falling, and answered: "Right, not at all excessive."

From Han Hongmei's eyes like silk, Zhao Desan seemed to see the fire that was burning in her heart. He was suddenly as if he understood something, so he chuckled. Suddenly, evil arose from his courage, and without saying a word, he mustered his courage and fiercely pushed Han Hongmei onto the bed. His hands began to tease Han Hongmei's proud big white rabbits, and he leaned his face toward her bewitching and confusing face, saying with a wicked smile: "Does Secretary Han want me to be even more excessive?"

"Mm!" Han Hongmei looked at Zhao Desan with eyes like silk, panted slightly, and nodded. Smelling the strong masculine breath emanating from Zhao Desan, she was already somewhat intoxicated, and said with a slight pant: "I want to see you at your most excessive..."

Hearing Han Hongmei's words, Zhao Desan was as if he had been stimulated. A strange smile appeared on his mouth, and he said sneakily: "So you want me to be more excessive!" As he spoke, Zhao Desan's pair of big hands began to perform magic-like techniques on Han Hongmei's two full masses to his heart's content.

"Uh..." A burst of electric-like feeling along the small protrusion on the big protrusion quickly spread to his whole body. That numb feeling made Han Hongmei couldn't help but let out a long moan. That long, winding, and winding sound was like a bone-eroding magic sound, impacting Zhao Desan's heart that had already been burned by the fire of desire.

Zhao Desan looked at Han Hongmei's bewitching face, which was already full of spring, her bewitching eyes half-open, and her heavy, panting breathing was like a sharp sword piercing Zhao Desan's heart, making him involuntarily change his techniques, playing in her two full masses. Under his veteran technique's teasing, Han Hongmei's breathing became more and more chaotic, and the two large masses also rose and fell like balloons. Zhao Desan's hands followed her lotus room and constantly trembled, like a lone boat in the surging waves, constantly undulating and crumbling...

A woman of forty or fifty, a mature woman with lingering charm, and dressed beautifully and temptingly, with beauty before him, Zhao Desan naturally found it difficult to hold back the fire of desire in his heart, and couldn't help but make 'tsk tsk' sounds in his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Han Hongmei looked at Zhao Desan, whose eyes were straight, with half-open dazed beautiful eyes, and whispered to herself.

Zhao Desan swallowed saliva and said with a smile: "Nothing."

"What is your relationship with Secretary Wu?" Han Hongmei asked with half-open dazed eyes, her words weak, not knowing whether she was asking deliberately or if her brain was unclear for a moment, asking randomly in a muddle.

Hearing Han Hongmei's words, Zhao Desan felt startled in his heart, then looked at Han Hongmei, whose face was full of spring, with a questioning gaze, and said with a pretended smile: "Secretary Han, discussing these things at this time is really a mood-killer."

Han Hongmei smiled bewitchingly, her face full of spring, and said with a smile: "This question is really a mood-killer. It seems my brain is a bit muddled, how could I ask such a mood-killer question." As she spoke, she raised a jade hand and gently patted her forehead, as if to wake up her muddled sanity.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Desan's mouth, seeing that her action was deliberately covering up her embarrassment just now. Looking at her superfluous cover-up, Zhao Desan thought secretly in his heart, Han Hongmei is really not an ordinary old woman! At this time, she could still ask such a question. However, Zhao Desan's relationship with Wu Min, it is estimated that nine out of ten people would not guess right. Facing this old woman who had been mixing in officialdom for twenty years and was extremely shrewd, Zhao Desan naturally could not relax his vigilance. He would not tell Han Hongmei about his relationship with Wu Min.

Seeing Zhao Desan thinking about something, Han Hongmei thought he was angry because she broke this ambiguous atmosphere, so she smiled bewitchingly and said: "District Mayor Zhao, are you angry?"

Zhao Desan chuckled, his tender gaze tightly fixed on Han Hongmei's fire-like ruddy cheeks, and asked gently: "Angry? Why would I be angry?"

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, Han Hongmei's face was once again filled with ambiguous spring, and she said softly: "I thought you were angry."

Zhao Desan chuckled, took his right hand off her already somewhat swollen and hard large mass, pinched her chin, and said gently: "Secretary Han, I am not a man with a small capacity, I..."

Before Zhao Desan could finish his words, Han Hongmei was already blushing, full of spring, and muttered: "Xiao Zhao, didn't you say there is no distinction between big and small outside of work? I won't call you District Mayor Zhao, and you don't call me Secretary Han. There are only men and women."

After hearing Han Hongmei's suggestive words, Zhao Desan felt a burst of heat in his heart. Han Hongmei's words didn't sound different on the surface, but if you savor them carefully, you would find the beauty in them.

There are only men and women. This sentence clearly expressed to Zhao Desan not to care about the identity problem of both parties. Now there is no relationship between leader and subordinate in this room, only a pair of men and women whose passion is about to lose control.

Temptation, this is naked temptation. Zhao Desan was saying it happily, a cunning smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. With beauty before him, he was about to lose control.

Although Han Hongmei was about forty years old, she was well-maintained. Her skin was still as white and smooth as a young girl's, and could be broken by a blow. Zhao Desan stroked her large lotus room. Except for being slightly drooping, it was still full of elasticity, soft and tough, and the touch was very comfortable.

Han Hongmei had already said such words to hint at Zhao Desan, so Zhao Desan naturally wouldn't refuse the 'good intentions' of the female Town Committee Secretary. He didn't want to be a Liu Xiahui who was unmoved in the lap, but wanted to be a romantic Ximen official. Zhao Desan's hands had moved to the lapel of Han Hongmei's clothes, and his nimble hands were like spirit snakes unbuttoning the nine exquisite buttons on her shirt at her buttons.

When Zhao Desan's hand unbuttoned the last button on Han Hongmei's shirt and gently lifted the light blue shirt, he was completely stunned by the scene that entered his eyes. "Wow!" Zhao Desan instinctively let out a surprised scream. He saw the black bra with lace edges tightly binding her two white, large lotus rooms. Those two beauties were like two upright pagodas looking down on the world, flashing with dazzling light under the light. In a daze, the black bra seemed to have turned into two bottomless black holes. No matter who the person before him was, no one could escape the strong gravity of the 'black hole,' and could only be attracted to it. The white, pink, and tender skin like snow flashed with moving halos under the light, as if she were wearing a holy garment, making people suddenly have the illusion that they could only be viewed from afar and not played with.

Really beautiful! Zhao Desan sighed in his heart, swallowing saliva into his stomach uncontrollably. Han Hongmei lay on the bed, a charming smile on her fire-like cheeks, and sparks of desire shining in her eyes, as if she had completely opened her heart, waiting for Zhao Desan to enter.

Looking at the beautiful posture and charming state of the mature woman on the bed, Zhao Desan had been completely provoked by a strong desire to conquer. His breathing accelerated involuntarily, his heart was in a mess, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to place it on Han Hongmei's pink skin, gently stroking it.

"Annoying!" Seeing Zhao Desan's unhurried look, Han Hongmei said coquettishly.

Zhao Desan chuckled wickedly, his gaze slowly moving down from Han Hongmei's black bra, all the way to the small white leather skirt on her waist. Looking at the tight waist and hips, that fat but not greasy look was simply extremely tempting.

Really tempting! Zhao Desan kept swallowing saliva. Facing such a mature woman with lingering charm, Zhao Desan's psychological line of defense had long been broken, and the river of desire was already out of control like the Yellow River flooding.

With a 'pop' sound, Zhao Desan couldn't withstand such temptation, lowered his head, and kissed Han Hongmei's fragrant snow-like skin. Han Hongmei's body trembled involuntarily. The skin was soft, like cotton candy, and the fragrance was mixed with the milky scent that Zhao Desan liked, making Zhao Desan stimulated again.