Lin Fan's desk faced the door, so Liang Jiajia couldn't see Zhao Qianyue under the table.
With a mischievous smile, she had already pulled Lin Fan's iron pestle from his zipper and held it in her mouth, sucking continuously.
The slippery wrap and agile tongue made Lin Fan extremely happy, yet his face couldn't show any expression, perhaps this was part of the thrill.
"As far as I know, the county-level government doesn't have the position of a county magistrate's secretary, right!"
Lin Fan scrutinized Liang Jiajia, who wore a flirtatious demeanor; her white shirt had two buttons deliberately undone, revealing a snowy cleavage. One had to admit, paired with her voluptuous figure, this charming young woman was indeed quite alluring, especially when she deliberately leaned over the desk, making the already deep gap even more apparent.
