Wu Xiaoyu emerged from the room, and Wang Dahai looked up at her.

What caught his eye were a pair of black stockings wrapping around long, straight, round and beautiful legs.

His gaze continued upward to a loose, oversized grey T-shirt, covering just half of her buttocks.

Wang Dahai stared somewhat blankly.

It wasn't until she came closer that Wang Dahai diverted his eyes, swallowed hard, then straightened his head and closed his eyes, refusing to look.

But his heartbeat was undeniably quickening.

What was this girl doing?

Why was she dressed like this?

Confusion arose in his mind.

At the same time, he had an answer in his heart.

Was this girl intentionally dressed like that for him to see?

Indeed, Wu Xiaoyu had done it on purpose.

She walked over with a bit of shyness, and seeing him with his eyes closed, her inner shyness slightly subsided.

Then, she noticed that Wang Dahai was slowly showing a reaction below.

Her cheeks reddened even more.

Without saying a word, she raised her leg and climbed onto the sofa.

Beneath the T-shirt, her legs slowly parted, slightly shifting her position, and she sat just below Wang Dahai's abs.

Only when she felt him pressing against her buttocks did Wu Xiaoyu stop.

She took a deep breath, opened the essential oil to drop on Wang Dahai's chest, and reached out to spread it evenly.

After massaging for a while, she felt Wang Dahai's response becoming increasingly strong, her body somewhat uncontrollable, and subconsciously, her buttocks moved slightly.

Only a thin pair of panties separated her and Wang Dahai.

This movement made her feel as if he was caught between her buttock cheeks.

This close contact gave her an electrifying sensation, tingling and very comfortable.

She began to lift her buttocks slowly and then pressed down again.

Before long, her own reactions grew increasingly strong.

A warm current was stirring below her abdomen.

Wang Dahai was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

His nerves were twitching like mad.

"It's about enough," he suddenly said.

This couldn't go on; he feared something unavoidable might happen soon.

"Oh."

Wu Xiaoyu paused for a moment, then stopped.

She got off him rather slowly.

Seeing his strong reaction, Wu Xiaoyu bit her lip and said, "Wang, let me massage it for you."

"No need, no need."

Wang Dahai hurriedly sat up.

Of course, he wouldn't mind something happening with Wu Xiaoyu.

But after all, this was Qin Rong's home.

If Qin Rong suddenly walked in, it would be too embarrassing.

Just as Wang Dahai was about to get dressed, Wu Xiaoyu, in front of him, took off her oversized T-shirt.

Beneath the T-shirt was a bare expanse, her firm fullness assaulted his gaze.

Her waist, slender as a willow, stirred within Wang Dahai the urge to grab and knead it fiercely.

Wu Xiaoyu covered her chest with one hand, lowering her eyes and said, "Wang, could you massage me?"

"Alright, alright…"

Wu Xiaoyu lay down slowly, and Wang Dahai took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

His hands were placed on Wu Xiaoyu's buttocks.

The sensation of her heavy, yet extraordinarily soft and elastic touch, caused his just-restrained composure to ripple instantly.

His hands slick with essential oil, he began to glide them slowly across her delicate back.

After about ten minutes, Wang Dahai withdrew his hands and was about to speak when Wu Xiaoyu said, "Wang, stand up for a moment, I need to turn over."

She turned around and saw that Dahai still had the same reaction below; her eyes shyly and quickly averted.

After lying back down, Dahai sat on her thighs.

Gazing at the spectacular unobstructed view in front of her, Dahai's mind and soul seemed to have been devoured.

He dripped essential oil and began massaging her lower abdomen, carefully avoiding the astonishing fullness.

But with every push, her fullness would sway with it, making Dahai's eyes blur.

"Wang, can you massage lower down for me, too?"

"Oh, okay."

He thought Xiaoyu meant her legs. As he sat up and moved downward, he saw Xiaoyu suddenly pinch the sides of her panties and slowly take them off.

By the time Dahai realized, the panties had been pulled down to her thighs.

Looking at her plump, white-as-jade flesh, Dahai was stunned.

"Xiaoyu, you..."

"Wang, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable down here, could, could you help me massage it?"

Xiaoyu's eyes were closed, her voice a mere whisper.

But her words made Dahai's blood surge.

Dahai swallowed hard.

He hadn't expected Xiaoyu to be such a top-notch beauty.

He thought her skin was just white, but he had no idea that her whole body was as white as jade.

He hesitated to move, and Xiaoyu's shyness grew. She didn't know what to do now.

The atmosphere became a bit awkward, leaving her feeling trapped.

Suddenly, Dahai's hands landed on her lower abdomen and slowly began to massage.

After kneading the abdomen for a while, his hands moved down towards the roots of her thighs.

Then, along the roots of her thighs, they reached the valley between.

At the instant his palm passed over, Xiaoyu uttered a seductive, soul-melting moan.

In that moment, Dahai felt goosebumps all over his body.

He kept massaging back and forth, and Xiaoyu's responses became stronger with his massaging, her body began to twist, even accompanied by some convulsions.

"Mmm, mmm~"

"Wang, you're making it feel so good for me."

Xiaoyu's breathing was heavy, her eyes half-open, dazed and seductive.

"Wang, I'm, I'm feeling so uncomfortable."

Xiaoyu's legs were tightly pressed together, slowly grinding.

Her hands clutched the sofa cushion tightly, her whole body straining.

Dahai exhaled forcefully and suddenly stopped.

"Wang, why did you stop?" Xiaoyu's voice suddenly became anxious, as if urging him on.

Dahai didn't respond, his gaze fixed on Xiaoyu's body, as if it were a piece of art. His hand, which had been fitted in the valley, suddenly pressed gently and probed forward.

Immediately, a warm and enveloping sensation came over him.

"Ah!"

The sudden exploration tensed Xiaoyu's body completely, eliciting a high-pitched cry.

Dahai was silent, slowly beginning to explore.

"Ah, ah~"

"Wang, it's so, so comfortable!"

Xiaoyu's neck arched up, blue veins emerging on her delicate, snow-white throat.

Moments later, Xiaoyu's entire body suddenly arched, her abdomen convulsing violently, her calls continuous, high and melodious like a oriole.

Eventually, her body went limp, collapsing on the sofa, her breathing violent as if she were exhausted.

Dahai got off the sofa and picked up his clothes to put them on.

By the time he was dressed, Xiaoyu had recovered a bit.

Thinking about what had just happened, a deep sense of shame filled her.

She hadn't expected her reaction to be so intense.

Moreover, she had actually asked Dahai to do that to her...

She cautiously glanced at Dahai, feeling apprehensive, not knowing if Wang would think she was a frivolous girl.

She noticed that although Dahai had put on his pants, his reaction had not subsided.

She bit her lip and said, "Wang, let me give you a massage down there."

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