A boss who can’t flirt is not a good designer

When Zijun woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. He stretched and stretched his waist, stretched his body that had been eaten all night, looked out the window, and found that it was snowing.The soft snow drifts outside the window, reminding Zijun of his favorite ice cream.A thin layer of snow has accumulated on the roof and billboards outside the window, and the black and white is really beautiful at first glance.

Zijun got off the bed with a grunt, no clothes and pants, naked body with white butt, ran downstairs, lying in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window of the president's office, excitedly watching the downstairs come Pedestrians often wear colorful umbrellas, which are covered with white snow.Zijun's face was pressed against the glass, and the hot air he exhaled condensed into a mist when it met the cold glass. The central air conditioner in the president's office is super powerful, and the indoor temperature is as close as summer, and he won't feel cold even if he is naked.

President Lin carried two bowls of porridge from the cafeteria downstairs, and used a key to open the door of the president's office on the 13th floor. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zijie's naked body standing in front of the window, looking at Xue Xue like a schoolboy. .The veins on the CEO's forehead twitched twice, he closed the door and locked it pretending to be calm, and walked towards the small attic on the 14th floor. Zijie was completely immersed in the excitement of the snow and did not notice Mr. Lin at all.

Mr. Lin went upstairs with breakfast, sat down at the coffee table, and called Zijie to come up for dinner. Zijie said something perfunctory, but still lay still in front of the French window.The veins on Mr. President's forehead twitched twice again. This time, he must hold back. Mr. President slapped the coffee table hard, and all the sundries on the table jumped slightly.He yelled downstairs, "Wang Zijun, come up and eat."

The president had a bad breath, Zijun obediently went upstairs and sat down to drink the porridge. While drinking it, he looked out of the window absent-mindedly. A lot of rice porridge was splashed on his chin. Zijun hurriedly got up and looked for tissues everywhere. The body is always swaying back and forth in front of the President.The veins on Mr. President's head kept bulging, he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take it anymore!He grabbed Zijun who was running around by the waist, threw him back on the bed, grabbed Zijun's hands one by one with both hands, and pressed him directly.

"Wang Zijun, did you do it on purpose?" President Lin gritted his teeth.Looking at the ambiguous smiles of the people below him, the president threw out the idea that he must hold back today.

President Lin's tongue deftly licked Wang Zijun's face, licking off the rice porridge on his face, slowly licked his chest, and licked his lower abdomen, Zijun trembled sensitively, his cock had already raised his head .The president sneered, and inserted it directly, without even expanding it, Zijun's face wrinkled into a ball in pain.

The CEO gently bit Zijun's earlobe, grinding it back and forth.

Zijun was in so much pain that he twisted his butt so hard that he wanted his cock to come out.

Seeing that Zijun couldn't bear it, the president didn't force him, backed out, and stretched him thickly with his mobile phone, and after he got used to the three fingers, he inserted them in all at once.

It was almost time to go to work, and the president couldn't bear it, and released him after a while.Zijun's body was made limp again, and the president carried him into the bathroom.

Mr. Lin knelt down on one leg, let himself sit on his other thigh, with his back against the wall of the bathroom, held the shower in one hand, and gently picked his cunt with the other to clean him.

Zijun comfortably enjoyed the feeling of his fingers going in and out of his meat hole, put his hands around Mr. Lin's neck unconsciously, bent down his soft body, and whispered in Mr. Lin's ear: "Mr. Lin, I am On purpose, just waiting for your shot."

Mr. Lin felt that something was disconnected in his head, so he pressed the man against the bathroom wall and fucked him hard again. His pussy was washed in vain again, and Wang Zijun's legs were white again.