Mr Wu's breath hitches as he feels the familiar tightness building within him, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent. He presses deeper into you, gripping your hip tightly as he lets out a hoarse shout of release, filling you with his hot seed. His body shudders with pleasure as he empties himself inside you, hips snapping forward one final time before collapsing against your back.

Mr Wu's breathing slows, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tries to catch his breath. A contented smile plays across his lips as he feels your inner walls flutter around him, milking every last drop of his release. His hands slowly move up your body, cupping your breasts through your shirt before trailing up to gently massage your neck and shoulders.

"There," he whispers softly, kissing the top of your head. "That was perfect."