Private Miracle Doctor

Just as I was about to touch her panties, Tang Xueyao’s delicate body trembled, and she quickly grabbed my hand.

"Don’t, this is the office. The employees are about to start work."

She was so nervous, her eyes darting toward the office door, seeing silhouettes moving about.

"If I close the door, problem solved, right?"

"But how can we do this kind of thing in the office..."

"Ms. Tang, I miss you so damn much. Just let me hold you for a while."

As I caressed her inner thigh, I kept coaxing her, my lips brushing against hers, teasing her softly.

Tang Xueyao tried to push me away, but that tingling sensation felt so good she was enjoying every bit of it.

After hesitating for a while, her eyes turned hazy, her breaths coming out sweet and hot.

"Okay, then. You close the door and we’ll be tender with each other... for three minutes."

Tang Xueyao’s cheeks flushed deep red, letting go of her lip, speaking in a soft, coquettish voice.

I felt like my whole body was on fire.

I immediately closed the office door and pulled the curtains shut.

The sealed office now belonged to just the two of us.

"Zhang Yang, just touch me like last time, make me feel good."

When I came back and pulled Tang Xueyao into my arms,

her gorgeous eyes were already misty, her body heating up in my embrace.

Her stunning face showed a play of reluctance and anticipation, and she even rubbed her soft, fragrant body against mine.

After rubbing for a while—still not satisfied—she unhooked her bra, pressing her two juicy peaches against my chest.

I shuddered, feeling my soul about to leave my body.

My hands slid down from her waist, grabbing her plump, sweet ass.

The silken feeling above and below made me even harder.

"Ms. Tang, I can make you feel good, but shouldn’t you make me feel good too?"

After kneading for a bit, I just couldn’t hold back—they were itching like hell—so I grabbed her hand and shoved it into my pants.

Her delicate, smooth hand, with a faint scent of hand cream, slid down to my cock, instantly sending me straight to heaven.

"Ah, Zhang Yang, you’re so hot... so big!"

Tang Xueyao grabbed me, her slender jade fingers trembling.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise and bashfulness—and after feeling me, she even looked a bit scared and curious.

"Ms. Tang, your hand feels amazing, touch me more."

Every pore in my body opened up; her little hand was pure perfection, just as good as those pro hand models.

"Like this?"

Tang Xueyao bit her lip hard, trying to move slowly.

But she had absolutely no experience, and her touch was so clumsy it left me wanting more, like a cat pawing at me.

"Ms. Tang, didn’t you ever take care of Li Jian that way before?"

"Why mention him? He’s lazy and slippery, I’d never serve him like that."

Tang Xueyao shot me a look, then gently pinched me with a hint of complaint.

In an instant, the faint pain sent a tingle through my scalp, but when she let go, a wave of pleasure followed.

This feeling—I’d never experienced it before.

I was even more excited inside.

Because Tang Xueyao hadn’t done that with Li Jian—she hadn’t even tried any of this before.

"Ms. Tang, then you really have to serve me well—yeah, just like that, oh..."

"Zhang Yang, if you like it, then I’ll keep going."

Tang Xueyao was panting hard, her face showing both satisfaction and pride as she took care of me.

And after I coached her, she not only changed rhythm, but even adjusted her grip and strength.

Those soft, tender fingers drove me wild, each stroke sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me.

Of course, my hands weren’t idle—I slipped over those juicy peaches and onto her slender waist.

Finally, I kissed her neck, and slid my hand into her tight pencil skirt.

Her panties were already soaked, clinging tight to the wet and mysterious spot.

"Ah! No! It’s so itchy! Feels so good! Ahh—!"

"Want even more pleasure?"

I was on fire, grabbing the edge of her panties, yanking them out from under her skirt to the crook of her thigh.

Her thin, beautiful panties glistened with wetness, their scent intoxicating.

I couldn’t help but dip my finger in, then brought it to Tang Xueyao: "Ms. Tang, yours smells so damn good."

"Zhang Yang, I showered this morning, but that’s still dirty. Wipe it off, quick."

Tang Xueyao was all shy and embarrassed.

But before she could finish talking, I, utterly drunk with desire, put my finger straight into my mouth.

"Ah, Zhang Yang, how can you taste that? That’s way too embarrassing!"

"What’s embarrassing about it? Ms. Tang, every inch of your body is delicious."

Her flavor was incredible, every part of her body captivating me even more.

I couldn’t hold back anymore—my hand went straight for her messy, dripping spot...