Ye Chen looked up, and the female secretary's neckline revealed a void, "Shit, isn't this blatant seduction?" Unable to resist, Ye Chen pinched himself and chuckled, "Sister, you must not be envious or jealous, little brother really can't handle it!"
"Hehe, Mr. Ye, how could that be? You're a delegate of the National People's Congress, a member of the Political Consultative Conference!" The female secretary clicked her tongue, "In the future, your prospects are limitless. Ah, unlike your sister here, who will be unwanted when she gets old and faded!"
"How could that be!" Ye Chen wickedly slipped his hand under the female secretary's short skirt, which hugged her perky buttocks, feeling very full and firm. Ye Chen gently pushed aside the secretary's panties, and inside was all slippery. He slipped two fingers straight in.
