Time waits for no one.

Every minute we delay increases the risk of being exposed.

Chen Fang hesitated for just a fraction of a second.

Then his mouth moved in and he swallowed one of the grapes whole, swirling it around.

Meanwhile.

His hand climbed the peak.

His fingers quivered on the grape.

The terror on Zhang Shihua's face vanished in an instant.

It was replaced by a genuine, lustful cry of "ah".

That cry was authentic and unfeigned.

It sent shivers down the spine.

"Cry out, just let it out continuously."

Seeing the effect, Chen Fang instructed Zhang Shihua.

But Zhang Shihua still looked troubled, not knowing how to cry out.

She blushed and whispered, "Maybe... you should keep going, I... I don't mind..."

Chen Fang understood what she meant by "continue".

The actors and the audience were already in place, it wouldn't make sense to end now.

Chen Fang didn't think too much about it.

His fingers moved on her waist.

Her pants were unbuttoned.

Zhang Shihua lifted her hips cooperatively, obviously wanting Chen Fang to take the initiative.

There was no way out now, the arrow was already on the string.

Chen Fang's hands swiftly pulled down.

The loose pants slid off.

Although he had already seen the scene below in the bathroom, the sight with only her underwear on was still quite impactful.

Her lower abdomen was flat, without an ounce of fat.

Smooth and sleek.

The lace underwear with patterns wrapped around it emitted an enticing sheen.

"I'm going to start."

Chen Fang hinted with his eyes.

Zhang Shihua blushed even more.

She nodded in agreement.

Chen Fang gritted his teeth and pulled off the final covering.

The scene remained the same.

This time, there was no belt obstructing the view.

The entire stream area was uncovered before his eyes.

No time for excessive admiration now.

He had to get Zhang Shihua to cry out.

Without further ado, Chen Fang's fingers wandered to the soft belly, stroking around the small stream.

Very quickly.

The once-dry stream began to flow with clear spring water.

His middle finger pressed at the spring source, with a slight force, it went "plop" and slipped in.

"Ah..."

This time, Zhang Shihua cried out loudly.

It was a spontaneous, uncontrollable cry.

Chen Fang felt relieved inside.

Knowing it was working.

His fingertips exerted force, wildly stirring inside.

As the pace quickened.

Zhang Shihua's face turned even redder.

Her entire body began to twist.

Moaning sounds echoed through the room, growing louder and louder.

At this moment.

A primal desire began to swell inside Chen Fang's body.

To make things worse, the sensation on his fingers felt strange.

He had tried this with many women, but only Zhang Shihua's unique sensation was hard to describe, like the winding depths of a labyrinth, wrapping around his finger, the so-called Nine Curves were indeed not simple. Imagining inserting the rod into such a place, the pleasure could only be incomparable.

"Chen... Secretary Chen... I... I can't take it, I... I want!"

Suddenly.

Zhang Shihua grabbed Chen Fang's arm, her eyes dreamy, lips slightly parted, and said with a trembling voice.

This wasn't a deliberate seductive voice.

Zhang Shihua's body was set on fire.

She was asking Chen Fang for more.

"Deputy Secretary Zhang, we're... we're just acting."

Chen Fang said.

Zhang Shihua shook her head.

Breathlessly she said, "I don't care, I can't take it anymore... I... I want you now."

"Zhang..."

Before he could finish.

Zhang Shihua suddenly sat up.

She hugged Chen Fang's neck, her hot lips pressing against his.

At that moment.

Chen Fang froze.

It wasn't because he didn't expect things to escalate.

But because the wall of restraint he had been diligently maintaining crumbled in an instant.

As Zhang Shihua's nimble tongue slipped into his mouth.

His unyielding desire began to stir.

Their tongues entwined, sharing genuine feelings, the moans in their throats grew livelier and more authentic.

The process lasted for about a few minutes.

Zhang Shihua exerted force.

She flipped Chen Fang onto the bed.

Her fingers danced.

Skillfully undoing Chen Fang's buttons.

Once Chen Fang's chest was exposed.

She lay directly on it.

After "cleaning" his upper body.

Chen Fang's pants were also removed.

Descending gradually.

Finally reaching Chen Fang's legs.

When Zhang Shihua saw Chen Fang's rod, she paused, her whole body in shock as if witnessing something astonishing, gasping.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Fang asked curiously.

Zhang Shihua licked her lips.

Incredulously she asked, "It's so big?"

"Afraid?"

Chen Fang teased with a wry smile.

Zhang Shihua's face reddened a bit, pretending to be nonchalant, she said, "Why would I be afraid."

After saying that.

She buried her face again.

A warm, enveloping sensation followed.

Chen Fang closed his eyes in comfort, enjoying the unexpected feeling.

Suddenly.

He felt an emptiness on his body.

Then.

A tight, varied, moist sensation gradually advanced.

As if he was being devoured.

He opened his eyes.

Zhang Shihua had sat back down between his legs, relying on her mouth.

Like him.

For the first time feeling this fullness, Zhang Shihua was also wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Hiss... it's too big, I feel like I'm being split apart..."

Zhang Shihua mumbled.

To secure a place in Guanghe County.

Zhang Shihua became Sun Zhenggang's mistress starting in her twenties.

The men in her life, before this, only included Sun Zhenggang.

The size of Sun Zhenggang's member couldn't compare to Chen Fang, which explained Zhang Shihua's shock.

And there was something else.

Sun Zhenggang hadn't been intimate with her for over half a year.

At her age, it was a crucial time.

The suppressed desires in her heart were unleashed by Chen Fang, how could she contain herself?

Moreover, with Chen Fang's skilled techniques, ordinary women couldn't withstand it, and Zhang Shihua naturally wasn't an exception.

What followed.

Was a continuous up-and-down movement.

The big white rabbits bounced along.

The cries from her throat turned from fake to genuine passion.

Anyone with some experience could tell it wasn't an act.

Just as Chen Fang had predicted.

In the room next door.

With headphones on, Jiang Tuo listened to the entire process.

Initially, he was suspicious.

But now, his mind had vivid images of the scene.

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