Chapter 331: Chapter 331
"Wow..."
Zhao Tingting couldn’t control her gasp, staring dumbfoundedly at the impressive and powerful object.
"Is, is this for real?" Zhao Tingting swallowed hard, showing signs of excitement,
Wu Song laughed, "What do you think? If it’s not real, could it be fake?"
Zhao Tingting quickly nodded, "Uh-huh, I think it should be real, and I also hope it’s real."
Wu Song laughed, "Well, if that’s the case, then it’s fine. You’ve seen it, so it’s nothing."
As Wu Song spoke, he was about to pull up his pants.
But Zhao Tingting grabbed him, hastily stopping him, "Don’t do that."
"What’s wrong?" Wu Song looked at Zhao Tingting in surprise, "What do you mean?"
"I didn’t mean anything; I just want to take a look first." Zhao Tingting swallowed, a bit excited and expecting.
Wu Song looked at Zhao Tingting helplessly, "Take a look? How do you want to look? Haven’t you already seen it?"
Zhao Tingting shook her head, swallowing again, "Just looking isn’t satisfying; I want to touch. Is that okay?"
"Touch?" Wu Song looked at Zhao Tingting, "Are you sure?"
Zhao Tingting eagerly nodded, "Uh-huh, yes, I want to touch. Is that okay?"
Wu Song looked at Zhao Tingting helplessly, "What if I don’t let you touch it?"
"You definitely wouldn’t do that, I know, you aren’t that kind of person." Zhao Tingting excitedly said and indeed grabbed it.
Wu Song gasped.
Before Wu Song could speak, Zhao Tingting was already going ahead with her own actions.
Wu Song’s eyes narrowed, watching Zhao Tingting.
Zhao Tingting was sweating all over from touching, utterly excited, her eyes becoming blurred and misty, staring at Wu Song, eagerly saying, "Wu Song, can I have a taste?"
Wu Song helplessly nodded, "Alright, since it’s come to this."
Zhao Tingting was so happy, throwing a flirtatious glance at Wu Song, and excitedly began to indulge.
Wu Song’s scalp tingled, drawing a sharp breath.
Goosebumps rose all over his body.
Zhao Tingting’s little mouth was really enticing.
Making Wu Song very excited.
He held Zhao Tingting’s hair, sitting down.
Sitting on Zhao Tingting’s chair.
Zhao Tingting obediently squatted down.
Wu Song squinted, letting her continue.
Zhao Tingting became even more enthusiastic.
But unknown how much time passed.
Zhao Tingting breathlessly looked at Wu Song, "Brother Song, can you show me your strength?"
Wu Song laughed, "Strength? Or firepower?"
"Both are fine; just let me see, that’s all." Zhao Tingting looked at Wu Song expectantly, her eyes blazing.
Wu Song laughed, "Is that really appropriate?"
"There’s nothing inappropriate; I like it if you do. Even Director Cao wouldn’t mind." Zhao Tingting couldn’t wait to start unbuttoning her dress.
Revealing the view beneath the dress.
Wu Song’s eyes instantly narrowed.
Really enticing,
So sexy.
Before Wu Song could speak, Zhao Tingting had already sat astride him.
Her legs spread wide apart on each side.
Her hips lifted, aimed below, and then lowered bit by bit.
Wu Song was extremely surprised.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Tingting could hold on?
Zhao Tingting kept inhaling, marveling at Wu Song, "Impressive... truly impressive, you didn’t let me down. Just wondering how your endurance holds up."
Wu Song smiled lightly, not bothering to explain.
Zhao Tingting began on her own,
Wu Song lounged lazily, watching Zhao Tingting’s movements at a leisurely pace.
Zhao Tingting excitedly started trying various moves.
Ten minutes.
Zhao Tingting felt slightly relieved.
Alright, haven’t lost steam.
Twenty minutes.
Zhao Tingting was a bit amazed, alright, there’s some strength.
Half an hour.
Oh.
Pretty impressive.
So satisfying.
Zhao Tingting stared at Wu Song in surprise, her eyes misty and dewy.
So impressive.
Not only big but also enduring.
"Brother Song, you really delighted me." Zhao Tingting looked at Wu Song excitedly, happy and sweaty all over, her eyes misty, her whole being in a trance.
Wu Song smiled lightly, not feeling surprised at all.
He was well aware of his own strength.
This was just the appetizer.
Zhao Tingting would soon know his true strength.
Seeing Wu Song’s calm smile, steady and composed,
Zhao Tingting felt a bit unconvinced.
She was quite aware of her prowess.
Seldom having rivals.
But lately, she felt pressure in front of Wu Song.
But she wasn’t convinced.
She had to let Wu Song know her strength.
She could conquer anyone effortlessly.
She didn’t believe Wu Song had such prowess.
Though Wu Song’s weapon was strong,
she wasn’t lacking either, and she had strong assets.
Zhao Tingting immediately unleashed her full strength, continuing her battle with Wu Song.
Fortunately, the chairs in the office were of high quality.
Under Zhao Tingting’s prolonged torture, they remained intact, full of combat power.
Continuing to support the duo.
Wu Song leisurely leaned back, making himself more comfortable, also letting Zhao Tingting sway more comfortably.
Zhao Tingting giggled but felt a bit nervous and pressured internally.
Because she truly felt Wu Song’s might.
He was unmovable.
Time slipped by unknowingly.
An hour passed.
Wu Song remained unmoved.
Zhao Tingting was breathless, almost unable to hold on.
Wu Song, unchanged, continued lying down.
Zhao Tingting grew tense.
Looking at Wu Song, "Brother Song, are you feeling comfortable?"
Wu Song nodded, "Comfortable, your strength is quite good."
Zhao Tingting felt disgruntled.
Her strength was quite good.
This was the first time she heard something like that.
It was an insult to her strength.
She bit her lip and continued demonstrating her strength.
She had to let Wu Song see her prowess.
"Seems like I didn’t satisfy Brother Song much," Zhao Tingting panted, saying.
She was already exhausted.
The breath started becoming uneven.
Yet she forced herself to continue.
To let Wu Song witness her strength.
Another half an hour passed.
Zhao Tingting panted even more severely, her entire being appeared limp and weak, her waist could hardly move, almost sprawling over Wu Song’s body.
Wu Song looked at Zhao Tingting’s pretty face, laughing, "Can’t go on? If not, take a break."
Wu Song’s words somewhat stimulated Zhao Tingting.
Zhao Tingting looked at Wu Song, frustrated, gritting her teeth, unwilling to give up, she continued moving.
Slap... slap...
Wu Song’s thighs were being slapped, making a crisp sound.
His entire being, swaying with joy.
Wu Song smilingly looked at the stubborn Zhao Tingting.
The little chick seemed easygoing but had a stubborn core.
If she insisted on testing his strength.
Unwilling to give up.
Then, so be it.
Wu Song’s expression fell in Zhao Tingting’s eyes, making her truly feel frustrated internally, suddenly had a bright idea, turning over and stepping aside, said, "I’m out of energy, your turn, you take action."
Saying so, Zhao Tingting lay on the side’s sofa, spreading her legs, gesturing Wu Song to come over.