Chapter 5596

"Really not interested?" Zhao Desan smiled lecherously, and as he spoke, he reached out toward He Liping's two proud seven-foot beauties. Just as he was about to make contact, He Liping suddenly hit his hand hard with the pen in her hand.

This hit landed exactly on the bone of Zhao Desan's hand, causing him to scream in pain and immediately retract his hand. While shouting "Ouch," he glared at He Liping with a frown and said, "What are you doing!"

"Letting you be handsy!" He Liping glared at him relentlessly.

Zhao Desan frowned and rolled his eyes at He Liping. He raised his hand to look at the back of it; she had left a red mark with the pen. Rubbing the back of his hand gently, he said unhappily, "That was too ruthless!" At the same time, he thought to himself, "Damn it, if you don't let me do it today, I'll definitely do you!"

"Who told you to be so rude? Do you still have me, this deputy director, in your eyes!" He Liping said relentlessly. Although her relationship with Zhao Desan was already unclear, firstly, they were in the office, and He Liping felt that she should be the one to decide whether to do that or not. Secondly, Zhao Desan made her so uncomfortable yesterday, and she wanted to make him uncomfortable today too.

"Yo, Sister He, you're making me so scared!" Zhao Desan rolled his eyes at her unhappily, continuing to rub the back of his hand, which was aching from her hit. It looked like that pen strike was indeed quite heavy.

"You little brat, you still dare to roll your eyes at me!" He Liping widened her eyes and scolded.

"Dragon Claw Hand, take this!" Zhao Desan suddenly took advantage of He Liping's inattention and, with lightning speed, reached out and grabbed her tall, towering seven-foot beauties, then quickly jumped back two steps, winking and looking triumphantly at the panicked He Liping.

Because there were synthetic materials inside He Liping's breasts, Zhao Desan's grab was quite forceful, causing He Liping's breasts to ache piercingly. At the same time, seeing Zhao Desan's winking, lecherous appearance, she felt both angry and amused. She looked at him, unable to laugh or cry, pointed at him, and scolded, "You little brat, taking advantage of someone!"

"I am taking advantage of someone," Zhao Desan said triumphantly, lifting his chin, estimating he was teasing He Liping.

"Ouch!" This time it was He Liping's turn to scream in pain. While screaming, she gently rubbed her plump seven-foot beauties, stood up, pointed at Zhao Desan, and said, "You little brat, you hurt me to death, stand still!" As she spoke, she pulled the chair and rushed over.

Seeing this, Zhao Desan ran to dodge her pursuit. In the small office, Zhao Desan deliberately waited until she was about to catch him before dodging, making the furious He Liping miss. Zhao Desan had played this game of chasing and fighting once before and found it quite interesting, so he teased He Liping into chasing him. After a few rounds, He Liping stood with her hands on her hips, panting, unable to chase anymore.

Seeing that He Liping had no strength to chase, Zhao Desan stopped, turned around, walked up, hugged He Liping into his arms, and pressed his mouth deeply onto her panting cherry lips. He Liping shook her head, unwilling to kiss him, and pushed him with all her might. But because she had just chased him for a round, He Liping had no strength in her hands. This messing around just made it difficult for Zhao Desan, so he grabbed her wrists and twisted them hard. He Liping's body was involuntarily twisted back. While shouting, "Little brat, let me go, let go!" she used her other hand to scratch at the hand he was holding her wrists with. This scene was so similar to the one in the warehouse, so Zhao Desan used the method from that day in the warehouse. Only by forcing her could he make this woman submit. So he grabbed her other hand, used one hand to lock her two hands behind her back, making her unable to resist, and then freed one hand to touch her breasts through her clothes without any obstruction. He leaned to her ear and whispered with a wicked grin, "Sister He, are you resisting? The more you resist, the more I'll make you feel good!" As he spoke, he used his mouth to suck on her earlobe, which was slightly flushed from agitation.

"You little rabbit, how dare you treat me like this! Let me go!" If Zhao Desan had treated her well, He Liping wouldn't have been unwilling to do this with him, but at this moment, she was being twisted by the wrists by Zhao Desan. Being humiliated like this while unable to resist made He Liping, who was a deputy director, feel very embarrassed, and her attitude toward Zhao Desan became very fierce.

Damn it! Daring to call me a little rabbit! I'll let you see whether I'm a little rabbit or a big rabbit! Zhao Desan thought to himself, not moved at all by her scolding him. He pushed her to the desk, almost making her lie on it. The violent, alternative stimulation had already ignited Zhao Desan's male desire, making his giant already stand tall and ready to move. He pressed his lower body against her round buttocks, one hand locking her two arms, and the other hand reaching forward to unbutton her shirt one by one.

"You little rabbit! Bastard! Let me go! My wrists hurt to death! Let me go!" He Liping, who was completely under Zhao Desan's control, couldn't resist at all. She just struggled and twisted her body, still scolding relentlessly. Perhaps because she felt humiliated by being played in the palm of his hand by Zhao Desan in this way, she was somewhat annoyed and looked very angry. Due to the twisting during her struggle, her plump, round buttocks rubbed against his lower body, further stimulating his male prowess, making him feel his blood expanding, and the big guy in his pants felt like he was about to break through the clouds.

"Sister He, am I a big rabbit or a little rabbit? Huh!" Zhao Desan smiled wickedly, having completely unbuttoned her shirt, making He Liping's clothes look very messy. At the same time, he rubbed his hard crotch tightly against her buttocks.

Seeing that her shirt had been unbuttoned by this guy, although her bra wrapped those two huge, round meat balls, because the meat balls were too big, more than half were almost exposed. Being stripped so messily by him, let alone how ashamed He Liping felt. Knowing that resistance was useless, she still scolded with a red face, "You little bastard! Let me go!"

Bastard your mother! He Liping scolded Zhao Desan as a bastard in her urgency. When Zhao Desan's father passed away, he told him he was adopted, which made Zhao Desan think of this and immediately a wave of inexplicable anger rushed from his dantian. He reached out to fumble for the button of her pants, skillfully unbuttoned them, pulled hard, and together with her lace-trimmed little panties, pulled her pants down to her knees.

Seeing that she had been stripped messily, He Liping knew that she would definitely be played comfortably by this guy today. For the sake of her face as a deputy director, He Liping still used a threatening tone: "You little rabbit, if you don't let go, I'm going to call for help!" As she spoke, she shouted: "Old Zheng, come and save me!"

"Director Zheng is not here, go ahead and call!" Zhao Desan said, unzipped his pants, took out his already thick and hard big treasure, and pressed it hard against her flower petal hole. More than half of it entered, and he immediately felt a moist and warm feeling wrapping around him.

"Uh..." When Zhao Desan sent the big guy into He Liping's body, she let out a long sigh, her body lying softly on the desk, taking the initiative to lift her plump buttocks very high. The feeling coming from the flower petal hole that made her feel like she was about to fly was truly making He Liping feel extremely happy.

"Does it feel good?" Zhao Desan asked while thrusting forcefully.

"Good... Xiao Zhao, your... your big thing is too big... be gentle... don't screw it rotten..." He Liping, who was struggling just now, started to become lewd as soon as Zhao Desan launched a formal attack. Because they were in the office, she tried her best to suppress the wild feeling in her heart. Her low, panting breathing sounded very dull, like a cat in heat with its mouth and nose covered, but this dullness sounded very lewd.

Zhao Desan knew that He Liping had entered the state and would not resist anymore, so he let go of her hands. Sure enough, He Liping was lying on the desk, limp and powerless, wearing high heels and standing on tiptoes, lifting her plump, round pink buttocks very high. Because Zhao Desan was tall, this made it easier for him to thrust.

As his superior, and being played by him in such a messy state, let alone how excited Zhao Desan was looking at He Liping, who was panting continuously. What was even more fatal was that she was a 35-year-old woman, and her flower petal hole was surprisingly tight. Because it was too tight, it seemed tighter than the feeling of Zhao Desan helping Ma Ting open her bud. It made Zhao Desan only dare to send half of it in at first. With gradual activity, the flower petal hole loosened a little, and he gradually sent the treasure all the way in little by little.

The originally furious He Liping told herself in her heart that she must not let this guy Zhao Desan succeed today, but now she was lying obediently on the desk, being hit by him on her white, fleshy buttocks with "slap, slap" sounds. Her body swayed back and forth with his impact, and a continuous electric-like feeling swept through her central nervous system with his attack, giving her a feeling of flying into the sky...