Madam Liao was still chatting enthusiastically, but the other two people in the room were focused on something else.
Mo Yu's soul had been sucked away by the woman below the desk, and Madam Liao's presence only made the already lustful atmosphere more intense and exciting.
Fang Liu's tricks did not seem to work. When she saw Mo Yu refusing to show any signs of relaxing, she frowned. Fang Liu held the lower part of Mo Yu's p*nis that she could not reach with her mouth and slowly jerked it up and down, causing Mo Yu to inhale heavily.
Half of Mo Yu's p*nis was in Fang Liu's mouth, and the other was in her hands. The two sensations alternately rushed through Mo Yu's body, making him so happy that he almost groaned aloud. 'I never realized how naughty my wife is.'
