"Quack, quack!"

Desire flowed thickly in Yan Jing's eyes as she swallowed and gulped, feeling an abnormal sense of satisfaction deep inside.

Shame, guilt, embarrassment...

All these emotions were now thrown to the back of her mind; she just wanted to follow her body's instincts, to experience the true joy of being a woman.

"Put your hair up,"

Wang Dahai said softly.

Yan Jing's eyes slightly lifted as she gazed at this young man a few years her junior, who was looking down at her from above; she suddenly felt a strange sensation.

She felt like a dog and he was her master.

For some reason, she felt compelled to obey his command.

She silently raised her hands and pinned her messy hair up into a fluffy bun on top of her head.

A few strands of hair then dangled beside her ears, adding a messy beauty to her.

After hesitating for a while, her tongue trailed down from the "big baby," kissing the dangling accessory, taking it into her mouth to cherish.

A tingling sensation spread through him, making him shudder like he was electrified.

Hiss!

He inhaled sharply.

It felt so good, too good!

"Ah, ah~"

He couldn't help but moan out loud, and it was a long while before Yan Jing lifted her head, her face full of satisfaction.

Wang Dahai's emotions surged as he grabbed her beautiful legs, lifted her onto the sofa, and kneeled on the floor, burying his head between her thighs.

The moment his tongue explored and kissed her, Yan Jing let out a deeply aroused moan of pleasure.

A few minutes later, Wang Dahai climbed onto her body, his hands sliding along her forearms, slowly grabbing her palms, their fingers tightly interlocking.

In that instant, both of their bodies slightly trembled.

Yan Jing willingly spread her legs, making it very easy for Wang Dahai to find the entrance.

He rubbed a few times, and the beauty beneath him couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably.

In that forthcoming moment, her consciousness was exceptionally clear.

Regret, guilt, and confusion surged in her heart once again.

Thinking of her own bold, crazy, and shameful actions just now, she felt she must have been crazy today.

"Ah!"

Before her thoughts could continue, a burst of familiar swelling pain suddenly washed over her.

With a deep thrust from Wang Dahai, barely a second had passed when she tensed up, her body shaking violently like a storm sweeping leaves.

The intense sensation almost made him lose control prematurely.

He took a few deep breaths, gripping her fingers tight, and abruptly thrust again.

"Plop!"

"Ah...!"

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Yan Jing cried out in pain.

Wang Dahai kissed her neck, slowly withdrawing a bit to give her some relief.

But she had barely caught her breath before feeling that tearing pain again.

A few minutes later, she finally adapted and her face showed only pleasure.

"Mr. Wang, I want to be on top," she said suddenly, biting her lip.

"Okay."

Wang Dahai withdrew and leaned on the sofa, his legs on the floor.

Yan Jing, with her back to him, lifted her legs onto the sofa beside him, her little hands reaching behind to grasp the "big treasure," adjusting it to the right position before slowly sitting down on it.

"Ah~"

She let out a joyous and comfortable sound.

She wasn't very tall, so her legs couldn't touch the ground and she had to kneel on the sofa.

Her hands were supported on Wang Dahai's thighs, like a frog, her snowy buttocks rising and falling, "plop, plop."

Wang Dahai watched the bouncing whiteness, receiving a massive visual stimulation.

He reached out and grabbed it, then gave it a hard slap.

"Slap!"

"Ah~"

"Slap slap slap!"

Wang Dahai thrust powerfully, her cries never ceasing.

"Mr. Wang, enter from behind, it's deeper that way," she said.

She paused, willingly bent over the couch, her buttocks raised towards him.

Wang Dahai gripped her waist and thrust fiercely.

Her cries grew shorter, her body sprawled weakly over the couch.

With a gasping cry, she quickly tightened her legs, her body trembling intensely.

Wave after wave of warmth surged unceasingly, and in the sudden clench and the scalding rush, Wang Dahai could no longer hold out.

He grabbed Yan Jing's arms that were propped on the couch and pulled back hard, as if riding a horse and galloping forward.

"Ah, ah, I can't take it, Mr. Wang, I can't take it anymore..."

In her pleading voice, both reached the pinnacle of spiritual and physical union.

Wang Dahai, still holding her arms, released his burning release deep inside her, merging them perfectly as if their souls crossed paths at that moment.

For a long while.

Wang Dahai let go of her, and Yan Jing completely collapsed into a puddle, sprawled on the couch, her body and hair drenched in sweet sweat.

Wang Dahai also leaned back on the couch, breathing heavily.

A few minutes later, Yan Jing managed to sit up from the couch.

After the joy, she felt a bit of pain down there, it was even a bit swollen.

This made her feel both embarrassed and thrilled.

In all the years with her fiancé, she had never felt as thoroughly ecstatic as today.

Not to mention being sore and swollen.

He simply didn't have that capability.

Wang Dahai looked at Yan Jing, her nightgown disheveled and her hair even more so.

With a youthful face like an eighteen-year-old girl and a full mature body, she had a well-off fiancé who was also a lawyer.

Such a woman, now, had been won by him.

And, they had only met one day ago.

Wang Dahai found it incredible.

"Let's wash up," Wang Dahai got up and took her hand.

"Mm."

She shyly stood up and followed him into the bathroom.

Although they had just been intimately united, becoming rational afterwards still made her quite embarrassed.

Now entering the bathroom with him, she couldn't help but divert her gaze.

Wang Dahai peeled off her nightgown and removed her little intimates.

Although uncomfortable, she did not stop him.

He turned on the warm water, washing their bodies.

Wang Dahai picked up the soap and gently rubbed her tender body.

After soaping up, Wang Dahai suddenly pulled her into his arms, her body slick from the soap.

Wang Dahai grabbed her buttocks, kissing her lips.

They embraced under the warm water, entwined to death, and soon, both responded once again.

Wang Dahai lifted her right leg, placed it on the toilet lid, and with a slight thrust of his hips, they became one with each other.

"Mm, mm~"

The bathroom filled with the air of spring.

Just then, the sound of the code lock on the front door echoed, and the door was pushed open.

Wearing jeans and a white shirt, her hair in a high bun, Lin Wanqiu walked in with a big bag of vegetables, fish, and meat.

She cheerfully shouted toward the room, "Dahai..."

Before she could finish, she suddenly heard a noise from the bathroom.

"Mm, mm, ah~"

The moans, suggestive of intimate actions, caused Lin Wanqiu to freeze on the spot, her smile freezing on her face, replaced by self-mockery and bitterness.

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