Zhao Ran chuckled but did not comply with her request. Instead, he swiftly withdrew his cock.
Just as Wu Dan was feeling wronged, Zhao Ran turned her body over, allowing his member to plunge into her from the front.
“Mmm…”
“Do you like it?” Zhao Ran brushed aside her long hair and kissed her tender, red lips.
Wu Dan was momentarily stunned, then her face flushed crimson.
This position allowed them to embrace, to kiss, and her pussy was filled to the brim by that massive thing—she loved it so much.
This role-play had given both of them immense stimulation and pleasure. They stayed in the hotel for a long time, and even when parting, they were still reluctant to let each other go.
Wu Dan seemed to have become addicted to this game. Every couple of days, she would summon Zhao Ran again, specifying in her text messages the role-play scenario: an illicit affair between a boss and his secretary, where the two had gotten into an argument over certain matters.
Now, in the same hotel room as last time, a completely different scene was unfolding.
“You heard me correctly.”
“Fine? You’re sure you want to resign?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, I can grant you that.”
Zhao Ran took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside, locked the door, drew the curtains, and walked over to Wu Dan.
“President Zhao, you—”
“But you have to let me fuck you once.”
After saying this, regardless of Wu Dan’s reaction, Zhao Ran gripped the beautiful secretary by the back of her head and brought his lips down on hers.
“Mmm…”
After forcibly prying open Wu Dan’s lips, he thrust his tongue inside, swirling it recklessly.
There are some things in this world that require no experience; instinct alone can make one feel utterly overwhelmed.
Their saliva mingled, their teeth clashed, and before long, Wu Dan was kissed into a state of limp weakness, her very tongue numb.
Once the kiss ended, Zhao Ran carried Wu Dan to the sofa, removed his shirt to reveal his solid, well-built physique. Only then did Wu Dan remember to resist. “You… what exactly do you think you’re doing?”
Desire burned in Zhao Ran’s eyes as he gripped her chin and stated bluntly, “Such a beautiful secretary—I’d feel cheated if I never got to fuck you. Don’t you want to leave? Let me have my fill of fun today, and I’ll let you go.”
As he spoke, he tore open Wu Dan’s bodycon skirt with a rip.
Zhao Ran’s large hand covered her mound over her panties. Unexpectedly, it was already soaked through.
“This wet already?”
Wu Dan blushed with shame, trying to clamp her legs together as she struggled to escape his embrace.
But Zhao Ran gave her no chance.
He tore off her panties, forcing her to expose her dripping, crimson flower. Without another word, his finger thrust inside.
“Mmm~”
“So fucking tight, and it sucks me in too,” Zhao Ran changed the angle, prodding her inner walls, deliberately taunting, “Secretary Wu, how come I never knew you were such a slut before?”
Wu Dan was both ashamed and angry, but waves of pleasure kept radiating from where the man was playing with her. Her words of refusal turned into soft, seductive moans: “Ah~ get out… Zhao Ran… do you have any idea this counts as rape?”
“But I see the flood between your legs is overflowing. You’re enjoying being raped, aren’t you?”
“Ah… ah!”
Now Zhao Ran wasn’t just playing with that passage; he also parted her tender, soft petals and captured that sensitive peak, rubbing, kneading, and tormenting it.
Under the man’s vigorous ministrations, it wasn’t long before Wu Dan couldn’t hold back and climaxed once.
Zhao Ran unbuckled his belt and threw it to the floor, the buckle clinking sharply against the tiles. He freed his thick, formidable cock and pressed it against Wu Dan’s thoroughly slick entrance. Even consumed by lust, he didn’t forget his role and character. Breathing heavily, he asked, “Have you done this before?”