C22 Humiliation

Yan Yiqing's hands were like the best wine, just a gentle touch was enough to make him drunk.

The buttons of his suit began to unbutton.

And then the tie was undone.

The shirt had been undone.

Her hair brushed lightly against his chest, carrying with it the unique scent of her body. It almost made him collapse, but he resisted his impulse.

Her kisses began to fall on his neck, on his chest