Wang Dahai's body shuddered.

He thought that Yan Jing would reject him, would tell him not to touch her.

But he had not expected that she would say such things.

Although not explicitly stated, the meaning behind her words was clear even to the dullest of listeners.

"Mmm."

He lifted his hands from the body that had captivated him and walked into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Wang Dahai came out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Yan Jing, like a startled little rabbit, holding a pair of "little intimates" and a nightgown, brushed past him and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Wang Dahai sat on the sofa, quietly waiting.

Listening to the sound of running water, the excitement in Wang Dahai's heart climbed bit by bit.

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang.

He picked it up and saw it was a selfie sent by Liu Weiwei.

She was watching a movie with Zhao Xue. In the photo, she had sneakily pulled down her strap, revealing her fullness, with just her fingers covering the crimson cherry.

His passions were already aroused, and this teasing photo was like adding fuel to the fire.

However, this also meant that they wouldn't be back anytime soon.

Right, there was also Xu Xixi.

Wang Dahai sent her a message, asking when she would be back.

"What's up? Missing me?" Xu Xixi's reply was teasing.

"Yeah, I want to take a bath with you."

"You pervert! Humph! I'm still meeting a client. I'll be back after dinner, and besides, I won't take a bath with you anymore! Don't even think about it!"

It was just past three o'clock now; it would be at least six or seven o'clock after dinner.

Wang Dahai completely put his mind at ease. This way, when he got intimate with Yan Jing later, they would not be disrupted any longer.

He put his phone on silent and placed it on the coffee table.

At that moment, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Yan Jing was done bathing.

Wang Dahai sat upright on the sofa, his back straight, his calm facade masking the anticipation and excitement akin to a groom on his wedding night waiting to enter the nuptial chamber.

The bathroom door slowly opened, and Yan Jing, dressed in a nightgown, appeared with slightly damp hair ends and a faint mist of water vapour around her, looking ethereal like a fairy.

The nightgown was pure black, with straps thinner than her fingers, edged with lace. Although it was loose, it could not conceal her gracefully curvaceous figure.

She saw Wang Dahai sitting on the sofa; her large eyes filled with nervousness, she stood rooted at the doorway.

Wang Dahai smiled at her, not hurrying her.

After a dozen seconds, she took a deep breath, lifted her slender feet, and, carrying a wisp of fragrance, she approached him.

She was about to sit down, wanting to say something to Wang Dahai to alleviate the nervous tension.

But as soon as her knees bent and her buttocks had not yet touched down, Wang Dahai's hand had already reached through her waist in advance.

By the time she sat down, she found herself already on Wang Dahai's thigh.

Her waist was encircled by his arm, the thigh beneath her buttocks itching slightly from his leg hair.

She pursed her lips, her dark pupils misting over as though veiled in a layer of water, pityingly endearing.

Wang Dahai lifted his other hand to place it on her thigh under the nightgown, gently stroking.

He then slipped his fingers under the hem, his large hand delving in.

Without the barrier of the nightgown, it was their first time having such close physical contact.

Her body grew numb, goosebumps rising on her skin.

His hand seemed to carry an electric current, creating waves of fire inside her wherever it touched.

His hand slipped past her lower abdomen and grasped the fullness, squeezing just the right amount of fullness out from the neckline.

The neckline that once covered her fullness was now transformed into an undergarment supporting the lower half of her bosom.

He firmly grasped the entirety with his large hand, giving it a strong squeeze.

Yan Jing tightly pursed her lips, as if making a moan was something shameful that couldn't be mentioned in decent company.

But she couldn't control her body's reactions.

The occasional slight shivering of her back and the crimson spreading across her skin made it clear her passion was surging.

When Wang Dahai cradled her fullness and took the already erect cherry into his mouth, her moan, suppressed in her throat, could no longer be contained.

"Ah~"

Her mouth slightly open, a bone-melting moan lingered in Wang Dahai's ear.

With her shyness in his mouth, Wang Dahai lifted her hips almost entirely with a slight lift of his hand around her waist, and reached under her skirt to grasp and knead forcefully.

Soft and elastic.

No matter how hard he kneaded, once released, it snapped right back.

"Ah, ah, huh~"

Her continual moans, coupled with heavy breathing, showed her consciousness was completely consumed by lust.

Being played with by a man she had only met a day earlier, both the mental thrill and physical response brought her to her limit.

Her fullness and tenderness, which only her fiancé had been supposed to touch, was now being violated by another man.

Complex emotions bloomed within her body, making her weak, making her overflow.

With a sound, Wang Dahai pried open her "little intimates," and two fingers entered the tight, sensitive valley being stimulated.

"Ah, ahah!"

This sudden invasion elicited a violent response from her.

With a slurping sound!

Wang Dahai tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, leaving a ring of bite marks near the cherry, sucking hard.

His right hand was frantically moving in and out, soaking the "little intimates" that she had just put on.

"Ah!"

She was on the verge of collapse, feeling as though she had gone through a fierce battle in just a few minutes, her body coated in fragrant sweat, her strength drained.

She hung on Wang Dahai's body, her chin resting on his shoulder, taking deep breaths. Her fullness heaving, almost ruined by his play.

Below, she overflowed without end, wetting his thighs.

Wang Dahai released her fullness, now covered in bite marks, and looked at her dazed, innocent face interwoven with desire, and kissed her.

"Mmm~"

She became slightly conscious, feeling Wang Dahai's kiss, and subconsciously clenched her teeth.

Deep down, she still felt that only lovers should kiss each other.

But Wang Dahai's tongue launched an assault, as did his fingers, and they took advantage of the gap during her moan to slide in.

In just a few seconds, she had all her defenses stripped away, no longer putting up any resistance, allowing Wang Dahai to do as he pleased.

After kissing for a long time, Wang Dahai suddenly withdrew his hand, causing her body to tremble fiercely.

He withdrew his tongue, set Yan Jing on the couch, and stood in front of her, grabbing and tearing away his towel with force, releasing his proud ferocity that had been waiting eagerly.

He reached out both hands, caressing Yan Jing's flustered cheeks with their baby fat, and gently guided her head towards him.

Then, holding her small face, he touched her lower lip with his finger, gently parting it.

Between the crimson lips, on top of the pearly teeth, were strands of saliva.

Yan Jing, looking at the ferocity so close, couldn't help but tremble with her teeth.

She slowly opened her mouth as Wang Dahai slowly thrust forward.

Witnessing his prized possession being enveloped inch by inch, watching her cheeks gradually being stuffed, he felt an immense sense of accomplishment.

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