Ma Xiaorong crouched between Chen Yang's legs, her lovely eyes wide. The sight of that fearsome, taut readiness made her heart pound. She reached out and wrapped her hand around its formidable heat. Its raw, masculine scent stimulated her, igniting a powerful, unprecedented craving within her.
"Aunt Xiao Rong, why are you…" Chen Yang glanced nervously toward the office door, reaching out to stop her. This was an office, after all. Someone could walk in at any moment.
But Ma Xiaorong was fearless. She looked up at Chen Yang with a coquettish glint in her eyes, then parted her small, cherry-like lips. A warm puff of air escaped as she painstakingly took him into her mouth…
Chen Yang sucked in a sharp breath. The warm, wet envelopment made him clench his fists, and his powerful body even trembled. He could feel her agile tongue swirling around him, and compared to Lin Jingyi, he realized Ma Xiaorong was far more skilled.
