The sports car was rushing all the way on the road, and the scenery passing by quickly passed by. Fang Ke grabbed the seat belt in panic, his face pale, and tried his best to resist the feeling of vomiting and trying to divert his attention.

"Young master, my name is Fangke, what are your name?" she asked weakly.

Christine sneered: "Don't ask if you shouldn't, just do your duty."

She doesn't deserve to know his name.

Fangke's face turned pale, and her lips that he bit her to death were almost bleeding. After all, she didn't say anything again because she knew that their identities were very different.

He is a paradise that she cannot afford.

In fact, it is already very lucky to be able to give such a handsome man the first time, rather than a fat-headed old man.

Ferrari stopped in the apartment, Christine got out of the car, and Fang Ke consciously got out of the car and followed him into the apartment.

As soon as he entered the door, he began to pull his tie, took off his blazer, and took her to a guest room, pushed open the door, pointed to the bathroom and said to her, "Get in and wash yourself."

Fang Ke nodded obediently and walked into the bathroom to start taking a shower.

When she finished taking a shower, Christine had already taken a shower, with a bath towel around her waist, sitting lazily on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine at her fingertips, and was shaking intently.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he suddenly came back to his senses, looking at Fang Ke, who was cramped and nervous, crossed his hands to protect his chest, and his feet were rubbing back and forth, suddenly, curled his lips and smiled: "What a good figure. How old are you?"

That face looks so tender, it’s not a poor adult, right?

Fang Ke's head lowered: "I'm just twenty years old this year."

"It turned out to be a baby face." Fortunately, he has grown up, otherwise he would have no sexual interest in young children.

Without saying a word, Fang Ke kept standing at the bathroom door, letting his eyes look at him. Christine bent her lips and a faint light flashed in her eyes: "Have you learned this?"

He refers to men and women.

Fang Ke was stunned, then reacted, and his face flushed again: "I learned... Mom has taught me."

The mother Fangke mentioned naturally refers to Xi Jue's madam, but they just call her madam mother.

How to serve employers comfortably is also a must-learn lesson and skills before entering the industry.

After taking a sip of red wine, letting the mellow and silky touch spread in his mouth. Christine supported her chin with one hand and narrowed her eyes slightly to look at her: "Go to bed. Lie on the bed, do the foreplay by yourself, tell me if it is wet."

The straightforward words made Fangke clench his hands, and finally took a step forward, walked to the bedside, pulled down the bath towel, lay on the bed as he said, facing his deep gaze, slightly opened his face, and began to stroke himself...

"Um...ah...uh...uh..." A low and soft female voice sounded. Fang Ke's face was already flushed, and her whole body was even more faint pink.

Her legs were wide open, and she was fiddling with the shame with one hand, looking at Christine with smoke in her eyes: "Young Master...I, I...wet..."

The lower body had already reacted. At this moment, the seductive voice came to my ears, and the lower body was even more swollen and painful. Putting down the wine glass, Christine stood up, pulled the bath towel around her waist with one hand, and walked to the bed in three or two steps. Xinchang and strong body covered Fangke's delicate body.

Seeing his high-spirited and majestic, Fang Ke widened his eyes for a moment. How could it be... How could it be so big? How could she bear it?

"Why, are you scared?" Staring at her playfully, Christine curled up the corners of her lips evilly: "You can't escape."

**After several days of backlog, he needs someone to vent his desires.

He pulled her legs apart, folded them upwards and pressed them on her shoulders, rubbed his lower body a few times on her wet and tender place, and when his narrow waist sinks, he will enter—
Chapter completed!