"Don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy it later, you little minx!" Zhao Dekun pushed the female secretary down. Then he unzipped his pants.
She could only slide helplessly down, pulling aside Zhao Dekun's underwear, a stench wafted out, but for the sake of her bright future, she could only open her red lips and take half of Zhao Dekun's short member into her mouth.
Zhao Dekun took a sharp breath, closed his eyes, and hummed and moaned. He was comfortably enjoying everything that power had brought him. If he didn't have power, who would pay attention to him, given this mere body of his? It was precisely because he had a sliver of power that many people came to him with gifts, even some government officials came to visit him, and naturally, women flocked to him.
