"I, I'm all right." Zhang Jie squeezed the toothpaste, her muffled voice masking the tremor in her tone.

"Oh, come on, just pick one, really."

Liang Jiajia puffed up her cheeks, somewhat annoyed.

Zhang Jie, however, felt her mind go blank, with no mind to think about these things.

Wang Dahai suddenly grabbed her, clenching her buttocks tightly, and her body's response intensified immediately.

She felt her body soften and quickly reached out to brace herself against the sink, leaning her upper body down a bit, her bottom lifting slightly.

Wang Dahai held his breath, feeling extremely stimulated.

After a few grabs, he found the crease of her buttocks, his fingers gliding down along it, touching the valley.

The stepmother's dress was too long, he could only fondle through the fabric.

With just a few simple kneads, he felt the wetness.

Just as he was about to go further, Liang Jiajia said, "I've made the order, it'll be here soon."

Wang Dahai quickly withdrew his hand, saying, "I need to use the restroom."

After he left, Zhang Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yikes, Little Jie, your skirt is wet."

Liang Jiajia spotted it immediately; the skirt was grey and the wetness was obvious.

"Ah? It's wet?" Zhang Jie feigned ignorance.

But Liang Jiajia giggled, looking at her oddly and whispered, "Are you craving a man?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Still pretending? You're all wet down there, and it's soaked through to your skirt."

As she spoke, she suddenly extended her finger, poking at the damp patch on the skirt, then jabbed it inside.

This spot was right over her private area.

"Hey, what are you doing, stop it! Dahai is still here!"

Zhang Jie felt even more uncomfortable and quickly pushed her away.

"Hehehe, Little Jie, you can't keep it all bottled up. It's easy to hurt your health that way."

"It's the weekend today, why don't you go see your little lover?"

"Um..." Zhang Jie muttered ambiguously, "I don't know if he's free today."

"Then just ask him. If it doesn't work out, I could lend you Mr. Wang for the day, let him take good care of you."

"Stop it, don't talk nonsense."

"Oh, you're blushing. Seriously, Mr. Wang is amazing, and it's not like you'd be losing out."

"Enough, stop talking or I'll get angry."

"All right, all right, I'll stop." Liang Jiajia said, "After breakfast I need to run an errand. You can have a slow, warm time with your little lover."

Zhang Jie's thoughts stirred, realizing it had been a long time since she and Wang Dahai had been intimate, not even a skin-to-skin contact.

It was the weekend today, and she wondered if Wang Dahai had any plans later.

Her mind grew more active, and her body started to feel an increasingly hard-to-bear heat.

Breakfast was served quickly, and after the three of them ate, Wang Dahai soon left.

After a short while, Liang Jiajia also left.

Wang Dahai had been sitting in the living room the whole time, and when he heard the sound of the door closing from across the hall, he immediately ran to look through the peephole and saw Liang Jiajia leaving.

While he was in the restroom earlier, he had overheard the conversation between the two women and was now waiting.

Finally, the moment came.

But he suddenly didn't know what to do.

After all, Zhang Jie hadn't contacted him, and wouldn't it be too presumptuous to just go over like that?

As he was torn, his phone rang. It was a message from Zhang Jie.

"Are you going out today?"

"No."

"Oh, then, would you like to come over for a bit?"

"Yes!"

Wang Dahai knew all too well what she meant, it's just that she was comparatively more reserved and indirect.

He immediately went to the opposite door, and just as he was about to knock, the door opened.

Zhang Jie had already been waiting for him, opening the door directly as soon as she saw him emerge.

Upon seeing each other, Wang Dahai saw shyness and passion in her eyes.

Zhang Jie also saw the fervent heat in his eyes, which nearly engulfed her.

"Lock the door," Zhang Jie whispered, her heart beating violently.

Although the sense of guilt in her heart had already lessened a lot, she was still very nervous.

Wang Dahai locked the door, and Zhang Jie said, "Take your shoes with you."

Seeing his confusion, Zhang Jie said, "Jiajia might come back."

"Ah?"

"Come on, hurry over."

"Oh."

Wang Dahai thought it strange, hadn't Liang Jiagia already left? How could she possibly come back?

Following Zhang Jie into the room, it was still the master bedroom, with their wedding photo still hanging above the headboard.

He placed his shoes on the ground, and then saw Zhang Jie say, "Turn around."

"Oh," Wang Dahai said, puzzled, and turned around.

Immediately, he heard the rustling sound, and felt the light in the room dim.

She was closing the curtains.

Next, he heard a sifting, subtle sound.

It took several minutes before he heard Zhang Jie say, "All right."

The room was now pitch dark, with only faint light streaming through the gaps in the curtains, barely enough to make out the furnishings in the room.

Zhang Jie was already lying on the bed, her body covered with a blanket, with only her head showing and her glasses placed on the nightstand.

Wang Dahai's heart was aflame, and he hurried to the bedside.

"Dahai, I, I'm a bit nervous," Zhang Jie said, her small hands clutching the blanket near her neck, her voice trembling.

Wang Dahai didn't say much, just slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Mmm~" Zhang Jie moaned softly, her teeth clenched tight, her body tensing under the blanket.

After a moment of hesitation, she slightly parted her teeth, and Wang Dahai's tongue immediately slipped in, entwining with hers.

This made her body tremble sharply, the sense of guilt she had suppressed rising once again.

Regret and resistance struggled within her.

But in the end, she accepted it.

She tried not to think too much and just enjoyed the moment.

Wang Dahai quickly stripped off his clothes and trousers. He didn't lift the blanket but rather dove right in.

Once under the blanket, Wang Dahai realized she hadn't taken off her stepmother's dress; she wore it still.

This type of dress particularly showcased one's figure, but not every woman could pull it off.

Only someone with a figure like Zhang Jie's could really make it work.

Wang Dahai pressed against her, his hands hot as they touched every inch of her body, stirring all the fire within her.

They kissed passionately, and Wang Dahai watched her, seeing that she wasn't crying like the last time, which reassured him considerably.

Moreover, her body was already agitated, her eyelashes quivering, and she actively sought his lips.

Wang Dahai then reached down, lifted the elastic dress up to her abdomen, pinched the sides of the little intimates, and slid them down.

Zhang Jie bent her legs, her buttocks slightly lifting, she actively cooperated, and without much resistance, he slid them off.

Her body was burning hot, with threads of moisture continuously seeping from her secret garden.

Wang Dahai removed her straps, unclasped her bra, slipping it off her arms, then yanked the dress down further.

The dress was then ruched up like a bodycon skirt, hanging around her waist.

Wang Dahai bowed his head and took the proud cherry into his mouth.

"Ah~"

Zhang Jie's neck arched, her small hands fumbling over his body, quickly reaching down to grasp Wang Dahai's fervor.

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