On that day, 20xx, 20xx, the otaku Yue Yang was lying on a 45-degree recliner that was bought from the fritter market at a high price of 50 yuan, looking up at the sky in a 45-degree B position. In his mind, he fantasized about sitting in the position of the company's general manager. The human resources manager was rubbing her 36F breasts back and forth on his head, and his mouth made a moan. Well... um... Ah... Ah... moans, the financial manager and secretary on both sides were half-disassembled. He was holding his hands and rubbing his breasts on their own. The two squinted their eyes, showing a satisfied expression on their faces. The beauty at the front desk was kneeling between my legs, hissing... hissing... hissing... hissing... hissing... hissing