The dragon accelerated its deep, forceful thrusts. A large hand gripped the young girl’s pale, delicate chin, desperately sucking on the crimson little tongue within her small mouth. Her furrowed brow and utterly dazed expression doubled Zhao Ran’s pleasure, making him gasp rapidly as he panted, “Does it feel good?”
Wu Dan’s beautiful eyes were blurred with ecstasy; she felt both an itchiness and intense pleasure. Her soft, delicate voice continuously cried out between sobs, “Mhmm, it’s too fast, no more, no more, it’s too deep, ahh, ahh…”
Zhao Ran, driven wild by the girl’s tender, soft moans, felt his eyes burn crimson with raw desire. Like a wolf unleashed, he thrust his hips frantically, plunging deep into her most intimate place. After thrusting for over ten more minutes, he could no longer hold back, tightly constrained by the gripping wetness of her tender passage. With the girl’s sharp cries, he soon released his essence, shooting deep inside her.
The room, with its doors and windows tightly shut, was filled with a warm, sweet fragrance. Though faint and cool, it was utterly enticing. The scent of their intimate fluids, mingled with that floral aroma, became deeply intoxicating.
In the room brimming with passion, Zhao Ran’s hoarse, ragged gasps of extreme satisfaction gradually subsided. The two figures tightly pressed together on the bed finally stirred.
As the one on top moved, the young girl beneath him caught her breath and let out a faint, delicate whimper.
That whimper seemed to bite right into Zhao Ran’s heart, sending waves of aching numbness and sheer bliss through him. He patted her fair skin as a form of comfort.
It had to be said, the soundproofing here was much better. Their fiery passion, like thunder igniting a blaze, had not disturbed anyone else.
However, after the two had rested for a while, it was nearly noon. The aunt and uncle had gotten up and, knowing that Zhao Ran had come to tutor Wu Dan, came to ask what they would like to eat for lunch.
The weather was gloomy and overcast. After the meal, Wu Dan, feeling somewhat exhausted, went directly upstairs for a nap.
The living room was left with only the uncle watching TV, the aunt painting her nails, and Zhao Ran reading a magazine—one he had found in Wu Dan’s room.
The living room was adorned with a purple carpet. A black rear-projection television was set against the wall, directly facing a spacious black leather sofa.
Behind the black sofa was another sofa of the same color, placed back-to-back. In front of them was a black glass coffee table, surrounded by these two opposing sofas.
The uncle sat on the sofa in front of the television, his back to Zhao Ran and the aunt as he watched TV. The aunt sat on the sofa behind him, painting her nails with red nail polish, while Zhao Ran sat opposite the aunt, reading a magazine.
The heavily made-up aunt occasionally cast a seductive glance his way, exuding an aura of ripe, voluptuous allure.
She wore red eyeshadow, red lip gloss, and had applied a strong, heavy perfume.
Having no plans to go out today, the aunt had not changed out of her sleepwear after getting up. She still wore her pajamas: a sexy body clad in a red, transparent long sleep robe, tied only with a bow at the chest.
Beneath the robe was a light-colored, V-neck camisole nightgown. At her waist, the red lace corset was faintly visible, connected to an intricately patterned, embroidered garter belt. Below that were red fishnet stockings and 15-centimeter-high, seductive red high heels.
The curtains in the living room were drawn, casting a dim light that spread an ambiguous atmosphere. The aunt reclined diagonally on the sofa, her transparent sleep robe draping along her curvaceous figure all the way to the floor.
The aunt’s nightgown featured mysteriously sexy lace embroidery with cut-out patterns around the hip area. The low neckline revealed a deep cleavage, with nearly half of her snow-white breasts exposed. Wavy, floral lace edges gently framed the enticing contours of her full bosom.