Lin Shuang only felt the zipper of his pants being pulled down, and his "Jingu Bang" was grasped by a tender little hand and then gently pulled out.
Since the Su Family's dining table where the meal was held was very large, one of those oversized round tables, everyone was seated quite far apart, and there was a tablecloth over the table.
Sitting beside him, Su Wanqiao didn't notice anything unusual happening with Lin Shuang.
Lin Shuang only felt that under the table, his "Jingu Bang" was taken out, and then... it was actually taken into someone's mouth.
Fuck! How damn thrilling is this sensation?!
Who's under the table?!
Lin Shuang stealthily looked down?
He saw that the woman hiding under the table was none other than Su Xihe's female secretary, Wang Jing.
Wang Jing's delicate and pretty face was nestled between Lin Shuang's legs, her entire body hidden under the tabletop cloth, her beautiful eyes looking up at Lin Shuang with charm.