"Mm! Feels good!"

"Dr. Xia, you're amazing!"

The intoxicating, melodious moans echoed through the room.

Yang Wanqing was drunk, hazy, and no longer held back. She would shout out any sensation, and her graceful body swayed gently, fiercely stimulating Xia Bei.

Although he knew this was wrong, he couldn't resist, feeling a raging fire throughout his body!

Sister Yang was too beautiful, gentle yet mature, and held such a high position as a senior official within the system. To have a woman like her was an irresistible temptation for any man!

Perhaps Sister Yang was somewhat yearning too!

Thinking about what Song Yanjiao had said, Sister Yang had been widowed for years, and Xia Bei consoled himself with this thought, feeling a bit justified.

"Sister Yang, let me help you take off your coat!"

Xia Bei reached out to tug off her coat.

"Mm! Sure! Take it off!"

She was very compliant, twisting her graceful body slightly, allowing Xia Bei to remove the coat, revealing a white shirt underneath. It was somewhat sheer, and the straps of the bra on her back were visible, causing Xia Bei's blood to boil.

So big!

Bending down, he could see sideways her impressively sized bra, white with lace, as if it had a magical allure, drawing him closer, wanting a clearer view.

He truly wished to flip her over, tear off her clothes, and admire those grand, tender whites!

"Dr. Xia, continue, please! My shoulders are still a bit sore."

At this moment, she muttered, looking at him with drunken eyes.

Xia Bei quickly got up, reaching out to continue massaging her. He was actually a bit scared because her position as deputy director was quite extraordinary, causing him some reverence.

Yet it also stimulated him even more, keeping him persistently excited.

Through the shirt, feeling her silky skin, Xia Bei's veins pulsed, his face flushed red, his gaze continually sweeping over her prominent, perked peaks below, making his heart itch.

He really wanted to seize them, feel those beautiful objects!

"Sister Yang, I'll move down a bit, okay? Let me massage your waist! Does your waist usually hurt?"

Xia Bei was itching to move down a bit, reaching for her slender waist. She was in her thirties but kept her figure well, her waist very slim and her skin even smoother.

"Mm!"

Yang Wanqing's delicate body trembled intensely, her hands clenched the sheets tightly, her beautiful legs below clamped tightly together, rubbing slightly.

Upon reaching her waist, the pleasure from those large hands became even more intense, leaving her body numb all over. She felt unbearably itchy and burning deep between her legs, with the warmth even more rampant.

Her body had been lonely for too long. Since her husband's passing, she immersed herself in work, not thinking about such matters, but now as desire surged, she could barely restrain it.

She felt extremely ashamed; this Dr. Xia was a stranger, just an eighteen-year-old boy. He mustn't find out!

But she was drunk, and the sensation was overpoweringly strong, causing her to soon forget everything. Her moans rose continually, shouting comfort, her face looking even more confused, flushed hot.

Xia Bei listened, his blood boiling, and, boldly, slid down, grabbing those plump peaches!

"Sister Yang, should I massage here too? All over the body, is that okay?"

Xia Bei gasped.

"Okay!"

She was utterly lost, her moans growing more passionate and delightful.

"Dr. Xia, you're incredible!"

"You can massage a little further down, it's okay."

She seemed completely lost, letting him slide further down, reaching towards that sacred area between her thighs. But before Xia Bei could really touch her, her voice gradually ceased. When he looked up, it was because of the alcohol and the comfort; she had fallen asleep.

Xia Bei paused for a moment, a bit unsure of what to do.

He wanted to stop, but his hand couldn't be controlled, sliding down, pushing through the deep crevice of her thighs, touching a plump and tender fullness, with his fingertips feeling a touch of dampness, making his heart flutter.

"Sister Yang?"

He called out and pushed her, but there was no response.

Thump thump thump!

Xia Bei's heart pounded fiercely, adrenaline surging, hesitated for a moment, then his hand slipped under her shirt, feeling her slick skin, then grabbing onto the hem of her pants, pulling them down.

The snow-white plumpness gradually revealed itself.

"Sister Yang, I'll take off your pants, okay? Massage your legs!" he said, continuing down, slipping them to her knees, and the perfect, tender white peaches fully exposed themselves before him.

So beautiful!

And so sexy!

Xia Bei stared, mesmerized, then bent down closer, seeing the lovely object he madly desired, utterly mature, seductive, gleaming with dew. The sparse Qicao showed no trace of odor, only her delicate scent and a pleasant female pheromone wafting from deep within...

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