Wang Dahai's body was stiff as a block of wood.

She knew what Ning Mei was about to do.

First, she touched herself, then let herself be touched.

This way, Jiang Yiren would mistake Ning Mei's hands for her own.

Of course, men's and women's hands differ in size and feel.

But this was in warm water.

The layer of water blurred the senses, making it hard to discern.

Seeing him rigid and unmoving, Ning Mei smirked and said, "Yiren, your calves are really firm, I can hardly let go."

At her words, Wang Dahai immediately drew in a breath and slowly started caressing her calves.

As Ning Mei said, her calves were indeed firm.

The muscles taut, the curves perfect, and exceptionally slender.

Wang Dahai didn't want to stop touching her.

Jiang Yiren's face flushed, "Not at all."

Ning Mei chuckled and suddenly reached for Wang Dahai, pulling down his underwear, grabbing it, and stroking up and down.

This scene immensely aroused Wang Dahai.

While attending to him, Ning Mei said, "Oh, your thighs are also quite firm."

Hearing this, Wang Dahai immediately touched her thigh and took the opportunity to squeeze it.

Then, he gently caressed the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh.

It was delicate to the touch.

And just a step away from her garden.

Wang Dahai's heart pounded like a drum, as if it might burst out any moment.

Ning Mei also felt his excitement, she slowly shifted her position, turning her buttocks towards Wang Dahai, grabbing his other hand and placing it on her own buttocks.

Wang Dahai touched, surprised to find she had somehow removed her underwear.

Then he watched as Ning Mei slowly moved closer, sitting down onto him bit by bit.

Until she was completely seated.

Wang Dahai's eyes widened, his lips dry.

This woman, so bold.

Jiang Yiren was right beside them!

Once seated, she made very small up and down movements.

Then grabbing Wang Dahai's hand, she guided it onto her thigh.

She gave Wang Dahai a look, and he understood her intention.

She wanted his hands to move in sync.

For instance, she was now holding Wang Dahai's hand, slowly moving from the thigh to the buttocks.

Wang Dahai's other hand was slowly moving towards Jiang Yiren's buttocks.

At the same time, Jiang Yiren spoke calmly, "Yiren, your buttocks are so springy."

Jiang Yiren was nearly dying of embarrassment.

Luckily she was wearing a blindfold; otherwise, she wouldn't know how awkward it would be.

She just softly murmured, "Sister Ning, I'll take a nap."

"Ah? Tired?" Ning Mei responded, "Then go ahead and sleep, I'll just touch myself a bit. Touching your body always feels like I'm touching my younger self, ah, although I am no longer young, I can still reminisce."

Jiang Yiren initially wanted her to stop, but after hearing this, she could only softly murmur a response.

Wang Dahai was extremely excited, Ning Mei was indeed a divine helper.

Jiang Yiren stopped talking.

Ning Mei took his hand, moving from the buttocks to the waist.

Wang Dahai, holding Jiang Yiren's waist, caressed and gently kneaded, and then slowly moved up to her bust.

She wore a seamless bra, light and breathable.

Wang Dahai grasped her fullness, held it in the palm of his hand, and gently caressed it.

Suddenly, he noticed Jiang Yiren's body slightly trembled.

It seemed that she had reacted to his touch.

This made Wang Dahai's mouth go dry with desire, unable to refrain from breaking away from Ning Mei's hand, grabbing her waist, taking the lead, and thrusting forth.

Ning Mei almost cried out, quickly biting her lips.

She turned her head to look at Wang Dahai with a bit of reproach, then playfully glanced at Jiang Yiren.

She knew that Wang Dahai must have touched some sensitive spots on Jiang Yiren, stirring up unbearable desires in him.

She steadied her mind, clenched her teeth tightly, and suddenly increased the intensity.

Wang Dahai held onto Jiang Yiren's voluptuous body, watching her beautiful face under the eye mask.

He dared not grab too much, and just when he intended to let go, Ning Mei suddenly grabbed his hand and placed it directly on Jiang Yiren's thigh.

Then, she moved his hand again towards the space between Jiang Yiren's beautiful legs.

Wang Dahai was so startled that he almost jumped up.

Ning Mei looked at him provocatively, her mouth silently forming the words: "It's okay."

She slowly let go of her hand, Wang Dahai's heartbeat intensified, but his hand couldn't move away.

His palm was placed at the most tempting spot on Jiang Yiren.

Then, Ning Mei whispered, "A young girl's body is truly tender, alas."

Hearing this, Wang Dahai felt reassured, knowing she was prepping Jiang Yiren.

He no longer hesitated, gently covering the area with his hand, tracing with his fingers along her panties, exploring the wonderful garden that stirred his senses.

When he touched her, Jiang Yiren's body visibly shuddered.

But, she did not resist.

Delighted, Wang Dahai, now dissatisfied with just feeling through a layer, maneuvered her panties aside, and slipped his fingers inside, directly caressing her.

Jiang Yiren's body trembled even more.

Then, Wang Dahai, struck by a sudden thought, asked, "What's the matter, Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Yiren, her heart fluttering, hurriedly responded, "Nothing."

Ning Mei, unable to see what his hand was doing but guessing from Jiang Yiren's reactions, said with a smile, "Yiren really is a bit sensitive."

"Yiren, you and your boyfriend haven't done that yet, have you?"

Jiang Yiren, embarrassed, didn't want to speak but softly hummed in affirmation.

While the two women talked, Wang Dahai completely loosened up, sticking his finger deeply along the slit.

In a flash, he felt Jiang Yiren's tightness and her nervousness.

She tried hard to control her body, not wanting to display too strange reactions.

After all, Wang Dahai was still beside her.

If she realized…

Jiang Yiren felt a mix of shame and anger, how could Sister Ning do this!

She wanted to ask Ning Mei to stop, but didn't know how to speak out.

Wang Dahai, excited to the extreme, gently played, and she didn't know it was herself.

Such an innocent woman, right here, at his disposal.

Ning Mei, seeing Jiang Yiren react more intensely, worried she might open her eyes soon.

So, she got up from Wang Dahai's body, grabbed his hand, and pulled it away.

"We've soaked enough, Yiren, I'll go to the next room, Dahai, after you finish soaking, come and give me a massage."

"Oh, okay."

Wang Dahai was quite disappointed.

Jiang Yiren also hurriedly fixed her displaced panties, tightly crossed her legs, her heart pounding rapidly.

Fortunately, they were in the hot spring, her blushing face wouldn't show.

Moreover, with a layer of petals overlaying, she didn't have to worry about Wang Dahai seeing the situation below.

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