"Dahai, please stop, it's making me feel so uncomfortable."

"Mmh~ I can't take it anymore, it's so uncomfortable."

Jiang Rou, with her back to Wang Dahai, had her beautiful legs bent, her buttocks perked up high.

The shoulder strap nightgown hung around her waist, and Wang Dahai grasped this pair of lush peaches from behind.

Her delicate jade back pressed tightly against Wang Dahai's chest and belly, while Dahai's buddy was firmly pressed against the soft garden of her peach.

Jiang Rou pressed her legs together tightly, trapping that treasure in the crevice between the roots of her thighs and her peach garden.

With every thrust of Wang Dahai's hips, the sensation of friction between his treasure and her peach garden left her feeling electrified.

But she was struggling to cope.

It was too much to bear.

She felt so empty, so itchy.

The more Dahai rubbed, the itchier she became.

"Dahai, may I help you release it?"

Jiang Rou pleaded, her waist and buttocks constantly twisting, trying to make him stop.

"This is fine," said Wang Dahai, kissing her neck and rhythmically pumping his hips.

Although he couldn't truly enter, he found this to be quite comfortable as well.

If he really wanted to, with Jiang Rou's current state, she would definitely agree.

But Wang Dahai did not want to take her body under these circumstances.

After all, it was her first time, and he hoped to do it in a setting where just the two of them were present, when she was ready, without leaving any regrets in her heart.

"But it's so uncomfortable, boo hoo," whined Jiang Rou, her voice tearfully melodious like a lingering charm.

Wang Dahai sped up his pace, and Jiang Rou's voice grew louder as well.

A few minutes later, Wang Dahai finally stopped.

Jiang Rou breathed heavily, her elastic buttocks quivering a few times.

...

In the following days, Wang Dahai did not see Liang Jiagia again.

She didn't send any messages to Wang Dahai either, as if she had disappeared all at once.

Wang Dahai guessed that she must have gone home.

After all, her husband kept a tight watch on her.

Wang Dahai felt quite regretful in his heart.

As for Zhang Jie, she had not seen him at all.

Until this day, when Wang Dahai went to work in the morning, he again encountered Zhang Jie outside the elevator.

"Mrs. Zhang, good morning," Wang Dahai said, smiling in greeting.

Zhang Jie gave him a complex look and hummed a response.

After a while, footsteps sounded from behind, and a man came along—it was Zhang Jie's husband.

Wang Dahai was somewhat surprised, had Zhang Jie's husband returned from his business trip?

Soon, the elevator arrived.

It was as crowded as ever.

Zhang Jie squeezed next to Wang Dahai again, her back against him.

Zhang Jie was a bit nervous, her body tensed up.

She felt it when Wang Dahai seemed to respond, that thing pressing against her.

Her body tensed even more, unable to stop thinking about what had happened at home that day.

Her body reacted just as much.

Quickly, she closed her eyes, talking to herself in her mind.

I can't keep making mistakes, I can't be with him like that again.

But at that moment, she felt Wang Dahai's hand slip under her skirt, tenderly stroking her buttocks.

Though there were no further advances, it still made her whole body go limp.

The elevator soon reached the first floor, and the crowd moved outward; she followed and stepped out of the elevator.

As she left the building, she looked back at Wang Dahai.

Wang Dahai slowed his pace deliberately, distancing himself from her.

But after walking only a short distance, he received a message from Zhang Jie asking him to wait for her at the building.

Wang Dahai was somewhat surprised, then turned and went back to the building.

Zhang Jie quickly returned.

She was just about to speak when the elevator opened, and some residents came down.

So Zhang Jie turned and walked into the stairwell, and after these people had left, Wang Dahai followed her in, discovering that Zhang Jie had already gone up to the second floor.

"Mrs. Zhang." He approached, about to embrace her, when Zhang Jie suddenly took a half step back.

"Dahai, we…"

Zhang Jie looked at him with a complex expression, words on the tip of her tongue but left unsaid.

Wang Dahai seemed to guess something, but at that moment, Zhang Jie suddenly stepped forward half a step and, on tiptoe, initiated a kiss.

This kiss instantly ignited the flame in Wang Dahai's heart.

He held onto her, caressing her.

But Zhang Jie suddenly became even more intense than him, actively starting to take off his pants.

Wang Dahai moved forward a few steps, pressing her against the wall, lifting her left leg, and pushing her little intimates aside before thrusting hard.

Plop.

"Ah!"

The sudden entry made Zhang Jie's body convulse.

She seemed unable to bear it, her body shaking like a sieve.

Wang Dahai, however, collided again, her petite body trembling non-stop.

Filled with satisfaction, a bit of soreness swelling as her core trembled.

She soon reached her climax.

Wang Dahai was like an old ox plowing the field, tirelessly cultivating, lifting her to cloud nine again and again.

After a long while, Wang Dahai's body shuddered, finally stopping.

"Huff, huff~"

Wang Dahai, pressing her body against the wall, breathed heavily.

Zhang Jie had no strength left, barely managing to stand by holding onto his arm.

So comfortable, so good.

Since last time, she had been living with regret and painful self-reproach, but each night, she couldn't help but think back to that day's events.

Finally, she had experienced it once more.

Wang Dahai put on his pants, picked up Zhang Jie's bag that had fallen to the ground, and said, "Mrs. Zhang, your bag."

Zhang Jie took her bag and suddenly said, "Dahai, let's call it quits here."

Wang Dahai froze, but Zhang Jie had no intention of explaining; she quickly left downstairs.

Let's call it quits here?

What's wrong with Mrs. Zhang?

Since the last time, Wang Dahai had felt that Mrs. Zhang was emotionally off.

Now, thinking about it, she must be feeling regret.

So, when she found me just now, was she going to say it directly?

But why didn't she say it and instead waited until after we had done it again?

Did she want one last time before ending it?

Wang Dahai felt regret and a bit of loss.

Of course, he liked Zhang Jie.

Sweet and lovely, a woman with a voluptuous figure and a graceful air, no one would dislike her.

On his way to work, Wang Dahai was somewhat listless.

He had always thought that after crossing that line in their relationship, Zhang Jie would become even more attached to him.

To his surprise, she regretted it instead.

He had never anticipated such a turn of events.

Reaching the studio, Wang Dahai sat in the corner of the practice room, watching a group of attractive married women perform various enticing yoga poses, but his mind wasn't on it.

Just then, he caught sight of a familiar figure entering the practice room.

Zhao Xue!

Why was she here?

Zhao Xue wore dark gray yoga pants and a sports tank top.

She was slender, but her thighs were plump without a gap.

As she moved, her chest bounced rhythmically.

She had her hair tied in a neat, tidy high ponytail, revealing her forehead and adding to her clean, fresh look.

She scanned the practice room and spotted Wang Dahai, yet she didn't approach him and instead joined the yoga class.

Her body was incredibly flexible, easily executing various advanced moves like bending over and doing the splits.

As Wang Dahai watched intently, the yoga instructor suddenly announced the end of the morning yoga session.

Then, he saw Zhao Xue walking towards him.

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