Song Guanchao's mind went blank.
Zhang Yue took the opportunity to slip her tongue in, tangling with his as her hand skillfully worked its way into his pants, gripping him firmly.
Song Guanchao's spirit was immediately lifted, and he reacted.
Zhang Yue expertly stroked him with one hand, while she took his hand with the other, pressing it on her soft breast. She let out a soft moan, putting all her effort into stimulating Song Guanchao's nerves.
Damn!
This woman wants to fuck me!
Song Guanchao reached out to push her away, but like a serpent, she slid her body and nestled into his embrace.
One hand, unnoticeably, reached beneath him, swiftly unbuckling his belt and unfastening his button and zipper.
Song Guanchao reached out again, but this time before he could push her, Zhang Yue had already moved away from his embrace, kneeling down on the carpet at his feet.