The Food Is Cold

Lydia's full lips were perfect for all kinds of kissing, and they intertwine as their hands search for the starting point to undress each other.

Marcel untied the belt on Lydia's back and yanked it off; Lydia untied Marcel's belt and yanked it out.

Marcel then hugged Lydia's waist, picked her up, and placed her on the edge of the table. Lydia sat at the table. Marcel lowered his head, moved closer to Lydia's private parts, and took a bite. Lydia could not help but let out an "Oh-oh"sound.

Very soon, Lydia felt that her crotch was soaked. Marcel sucked on her as if he was tasting a fine wine. Lydia gradually felt that she could not stand it anymore. "Stop, enough, enough."

Marcel stood up straight and held her flushed face. "Is it really enough?"

Lydia used her legs to clamp Marcel's waist and said with a seductive expression, "What do you think?"

Marcel felt that his bulge had grown another size. He could not take it anymore. He took out his genitals, put on a condom, and inserted it into the entrance. It was very easy for him to enter. Lydia took a deep breath. Before she could get used to him, Marcel started to ramp up the momentum.

Lydia was in pain for two seconds, before waves of pleasure came over her. The violent thud echoed around in the office.

The table was moving around, and the meat was falling off the table. Lydia couldn't bear to see her hard-earned food go to waste. She hugged Marcel's neck and hung herself from him.

Marcel put his arms around Lydia's legs and stood there, bearing all of Lydia's weight, still pumping wildly into her.

From the table to the sofa to the bathroom, an hour later, Lydia had collapsed in the bathtub.

Marcel turned on the tap and lay in the bathtub with Lydia, letting the water flow in.

He kissed Lydia's forehead, cheeks, and caressed her well-proportioned body with his hands.

Lydia smiled. "The food is cold."

"Then we can heat them up."

Lydia put her head on Marcel's strong chest and used her fingers to circle around his nipples, causing him to twist his body from time to time. Lydia said while playing, "I believe that Mr. Marcel would not want others to pry into your privacy."

"Of course."

"Very good. Our work is our work, and our personal relationship is our personal relationship."

Marcel's admiration for Lydia grew stronger. If it were anyone else, they would immediately spread the news that she had climbed into his bed. Such a person had indeed appeared before. Even if he gave her money, she would still spread the news, so he had no choice but to part ways with her.

"I don't want anyone to pry into my life, and I don't want my life to be leaked." Marcel grabbed Lydia's mischievous hand. "You're a very good sexual partner, and I'm very willing to maintain such a relationship with you for a long time."

Lydia immediately put her hand against his mouth. "Mr. Marcel, you're overthinking it. I'm not your long-term sexual partner. It's just that today's atmosphere was perfect for this, so we just happened to have sex once. "Money can't buy me happiness, so don't think of calling me anytime in the future."

Lydia Winked at Marcel, then stood up and deliberately rubbed her foot against Marcel's lower body. Marcel was in so much pain that he quickly squeezed his legs.

Lydia walked out of the bathtub and put on her bathrobe. Her eyes were firm and her smile was charming. "Do you remember?"

Marcel sat up from the bathtub and pretended to be wronged. "Didn't I satisfy you? Why are you so heartless?"

"I am very satisfied, but I will not do anything that interferes with my freedom. Take your time to wash up. Remember to eat your food. I have to go back first."

Hearing this, Marcel immediately came out of the bathtub, wiped his hair, and put on his clothes. By the time he was done, Lydia had also finished tidying up. "I'll send you off."

"No need. I've offended someone, thus that someone must also be watching me. Once we're out of this building, it's best that we don't interact."

Lydia took her things and was about to leave. When she came out and saw the food, she thought for a moment and decided to heat it up and put it back on the table.

Marcel felt that he was becoming more and more greedy for Lydia. "Eat with me before you go."