Song Dayong immediately opened his mouth and began sucking on Zhao Shiyu's fingers.
Zhao Shiyu let out a light moan, her finger hooking around Song Dayong's tongue, "Ah, that tickles!"
Song Dayong let go and peeked outside, then, breathing heavily, pulled Zhao Shiyu into the restroom and entered one of the stalls.
The stalls in the high-end restaurant were spacious and quite large.
Zhao Shiyu was pinned against the wall by Song Dayong's robust body, delicate as a battered little white flower.
Zhao Shiyu gasped, "Dad, you, you better not mess around, if we don't go back soon, your son, your wife will find out."
Gasping, Song Dayong gnawed on Zhao Shiyu's tender neck, "In such a short time, figure out some excuse to cover it up!"
As he spoke, Song Dayong lifted up Zhao Shiyu's skirt.
Zhao Shiyu excitedly wrapped her arms around Song Dayong, feeling a thrill similar to being gang-raped by strapping young lads and laborers.