Meng Zheqing wore a face of enjoyment.
Ningning, however, had a bitter expression.
It wasn't over yet.
After he had ravaged her breasts,
Meng Zheqing pushed up Ningning's skirt to her waist.
Then, holding her buttocks, he lifted her onto the table.
With one smooth motion, he tore off the last piece hiding her intimates.
He forcibly spread her legs and began to "admire" her private parts.
Ningning sat there with her legs apart, hands bracing the table, enduring this humiliating posture under Meng Zheqing's scrutinizing gaze.
"Mayor Meng, please, don't look anymore."
Ningning pleaded.
Meng Zheqing licked his lips and said, "You have a pretty lovely place here, still all rosy and tender, has Shen Shanghu seldom taken care of you?"
"No… not really…"
Ningning said bashfully, covering her face.
Meng Zheqing caressed her with his hand.
His fingers came away with some glistening dewdrops.