In the spacious open-plan office, two figures kissed with reckless abandon.
The 200 square meter space couldn't contain their restless hearts.
Lin Fan kneaded Shu Feifei's full and voluptuous figure; even at over forty, her body's firmness wasn't inferior to a young girl's. Her face, made for the movies, was filled with a thousand charms and ravishing beauty, especially her sparkling eyes, which incessantly flickered a pure sheen.
Even as she kneeled on the ground, manipulating the "Sky Pillar" with one hand, Shu Feifei exuded an aura of a Goddess. Their eyes met as her tongue circled the steel rod, the mature woman's stimulation making Lin Fan's blood surge with excitement.
"Immortal sister, give it to me now!"
