This sentence ignited the wildfire of desire in Wang Dahai's chest, causing it to erupt instantly.

But he suppressed the urge to pounce on her and extended a hand, finding her soft cheek in the darkness.

The moment their skin touched, both their bodies trembled simultaneously.

Yan Jing sat quietly, motionless, her body slightly stiff.

They had already been in true flesh-to-flesh contact, and not just once.

Yet the bodily contact at this moment still caused both of them indescribable excitement and tension.

Merely having her cheek caressed, Yan Jing already felt a response from her body.

She rubbed her thighs together, a warm flow making her thighs slick, and the little intimates she had just put on were already soaked and clinging to her delicate skin.

Wang Dahai cradled her small face, slowly drawing near, and found her soft, pliable lips in the darkness.

"Mmm~"

She moaned softly, her body jolting as if electrified, her hands busily pressing against the mattress to support herself.

The entanglement of tongues brought her the utmost pleasure.

Wang Dahai's palm brushed past her cheek, grasped her delicate shoulder, slipped the strap of her nightgown off, and freed her arm from the strap.

Rustle rustle.

The nightgown slid down, and Yan Jing felt her body lighten, soon after, a pair of large hands grasped her fullness.

Squeezing, kneading, pinching, and rolling, a blush spread rapidly over the surface of her skin, her pores dilating, emitting silent joy.

"Huff, huff~"

Wang Dahai withdrew his tongue and buried his head to capture the perked cherry, sucking hard.

"Ah~" Yan Jing let out a light cry but immediately said, "Don't bite."

The teeth marks Wang Dahai left last time had taken several days to fade.

For several nights, she hadn't dared to make love with the lights on and her boyfriend.

"Hmm." Wang Dahai emitted a heavy nasal sound, sucking only with his lips.

His hands roamed back and forth over her slender jade back, as if he could never touch enough.

"Give it to me," Yan Jing whispered suddenly.

She was deeply aroused, disregarding the shame and guilt at the bottom of her heart, seeking it on her own initiative.

Wang Dahai released the cherry from his mouth, and as he stood up, a pair of small hands grabbed his waistband, pulling down his shorts.

Accustomed to the darkness, both could already discern each other's outlines.

She grasped that fierce heat, her reason swallowed by lust, and immediately swallowed the heat with her mouth.

Wang Dahai straightened his back, comfortably exhaling, allowing her red lips to envelop and suckle him tightly.

The wildfire in his heart grew more rampant, he held her silky hair, thrusting actively.

Squish squish.

She whimpered, feeling it was too deep and uncomfortable for her.

Wang Dahai was somewhat lost in the moment, completely ignoring her reaction.

It wasn't until she gently tapped his thigh that he suddenly pulled back.

"Cough cough."

She coughed a few times, and before she could speak, Wang Dahai reached out, grabbed her thigh, flipped her over onto the bed, and raised her legs high.

He knelt down again, placing her beautiful legs on his shoulders, lifting up her generous buttocks, and kissed the lush, moist tenderness.

"Ah, ah~"

The electrifying pleasure hit her in waves, overwhelming her instantly.

She even forgot to restrain her voice, releasing moans that could melt a soul.

Wang Dahai buried his head to savor the faint sweetness.

Her every tremble increased his excitement.

"Give it to me, give it to me," she chanted unconsciously.

Wang Dahai let go of her buttocks, climbed on top of her, kissing her willingly opened mouth fiercely, his hands searching to open her legs, and his treasure soon found the most suitable position.

Then, he thrust his hips powerfully.

Splosh.

The sudden entry reached her deepest part.

"Ah!"

She cried out loudly, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

Wang Dahai lifted her up, sat her on himself, raised her buttocks, one up, one down.

She moaned seductively, her hands wrapped around Wang Dahai's neck, her knees bent kneeling on his thighs, and then she took over, actively bobbing up and down.

"Ah, ah~"

"So deep..."

"Mmm, I can't, I'm going to come~"

"Husband, husband."

She was completely lost in passion, calling Wang Dahai "husband," her soft voice making his soul surge with pleasure.

Slap slap slap!

At the last moment, she would lift herself high and then sit down hard, her round buttocks slapping against his thighs, shaking violently.

"Ah ah ah~"

She cried out, trembling like a flower branch, as Wang Dahai felt the ultimate contraction enveloping him, along with the warm flow that followed.

"Uh, it feels, it feels so good..."

Her eyes were half-closed, her chin resting powerlessly on his shoulder, her breathy voice right at his ear.

Half an hour later, Wang Dahai turned on the lights in the room.

Yan Jing lay on the bed in a seductive pose, looking as if she had just been ravished.

The slip had turned into a strip of fabric, twisted around her waist.

The little intimates hung on her ankle, still sticky with viscous fluid.

Her long hair was splayed out, her tender, youthful face showing satisfaction and pleasure.

As the light turned on, she squinted and raised her hand to shield her eyes from the light before slowly sitting up.

Looking at the tall figure of Wang Dahai standing by the bed, then down at her disheveled body.

Her face flushed with embarrassment; she hurriedly put on her slip, quickly tidied her hair, then slowly got off the bed.

Her legs wobbled, but she steadied herself.

"Mr. Wang, I'm going back to rest."

"Hm."

The two of them seemed to have reverted to their prior state, polite and distant.

Back in her room, she saw that Xu Xixi was still asleep, undisturbed by the noise, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Reflecting on the indulgent passion just now, guilt filled her heart.

"Finally, we owe each other nothing."

She muttered to herself, deceiving herself with her words.

Today, upon receiving the call, her first reaction was that she could finally see Dahai.

At that moment, her heart was happy, excited, and anticipatory.

She knew very well what she felt deep down, but refused to admit it.

It seemed only by doing so could she balance her delicate emotions.

Only by that, she felt less guilty towards her boyfriend.

The next day.

When Dahai got up, the two women had already left.

Heading for the elevator, he saw Zhang Jie and her husband.

Her husband is back from his business trip?

No wonder she hadn't contacted him in the past few days.

"Mrs. Zhang," Dahai greeted them.

However, Zhang Jie's expression was somewhat unnatural.

After entering the elevator, she seemed to deliberately avoid Dahai.

Dahai didn't mind it; he just assumed she was worried her husband might find out.

In the afternoon, just before the end of work, a sudden downpour began.

Dahai received a message from Yan Jing: "Mr. Wang, I just finished meeting a client, and it's raining heavily outside. I can't find a taxi here as it's a bit remote. Could you come and pick me up?"

Dahai smiled; this woman always talked about owing nothing to each other, yet she kept reaching out to him for help.

Of course, he had no intention of refusing.

More than half an hour later, he drove to a secluded place on the outskirts of the city.

When he saw Yan Jing, she was standing under a narrow eave, her lady's suit completely drenched.

After getting into the car, she hugged herself tightly, shivering with cold.

"You'll get sick like this, take off your wet clothes."

"No, no, it's fine," she stubbornly shook her head.

Dahai frowned and, without saying a word, began to unbutton her jacket.

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