“Mmm… no, mmm… no, ahhh… ahhh… my husband… my husband is right beside us…” Jiang Xue’s delicate, soft, crimson lips parted, emitting tender, velvety moans as Zhao Ran forcibly pried open her teeth, their tongues entwining.
She seemed to relish reminding herself, reminding Zhao Ran that her husband was right there, as if this heightened the thrill for her and further ignited Zhao Ran’s impulse.
Zhao grew even more rough and unrestrained.
“Mmm… don’t… ah… mmm… ahhh… ahhhhh…” Infinite pleasure surged within Jiang Xue’s heart, yet her clove-like tongue, red as a hibiscus, defied her will and met his, wrapping around Zhao Ran’s tongue in return. The sweet, womanly nectar was incessantly sucked away by Zhao Ran.
Outside, the moonlight was as serene as water.
Only the summer breeze blew in occasional gusts.
The curtains billowed open in the wind, allowing the moonlight to spill in.
Everything was exquisitely enchanting.
But what shouldn’t have happened, happened nonetheless…
“Ah… mmm… ahhh…” Jiang Xue cried out, lost in Zhao Ran, yet her mind wandered to how her younger brother’s mouth could be so sweet and fragrant. Her saliva was now in Zhao Ran’s mouth—why wasn’t he disgusted at all? Why was her heart racing so fast? It was so hot, her entire body was burning up.
She forgot all shame; her consciousness was solely consumed by the pursuit of pleasure. Jiang Xue quietly opened her eyes, and her tender, alluring gaze immediately met Zhao Ran’s fiery eyes.
Oh… he could see how much she was enjoying this—how utterly mortifying. As if jolted by an electric current, Jiang Xue’s body suddenly stiffened intensely.
Yet simultaneously, her heart felt as if a fawn was trapped within her chest, pounding incessantly. Overwhelming shame and pleasure crashed into her mind all at once. As Jiang Xue reflexively tightened her body, she began to tremall over.
She couldn’t help but reflect on herself—why? Why did she feel such intense sensations? Why was she so wanton tonight?
No, she mustn’t, she shouldn’t be like this… no no no, she wanted this… Her eyes dazed and wandering, Jiang Xue felt as though she was drifting in an ethereal dream, utterly intoxicated.
Under Zhao Ran’s persistent, passionate kisses, Jiang Xue gradually let her guard down. Between gasps, she continuously let out faint, seductive moans while wrapping her soft, delicate arms around Zhao Ran’s neck. One hand caressed Zhao Ran’s chest, and his kisses gradually transformed into an intimately mutual, glued-together exchange—their tongues chasing each other, silvery strands intertwining.
Just then, the man on the screen suddenly turned over, facing toward them, yet his eyes remained closed, his snoring uninterrupted. Still, it startled the two, freezing them in place, holding each other without further movement.
After a long moment, her husband’s thunderous snores persisted, and the two once again immersed themselves in ecstasy.
Zhao Ran breathed heavily, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
“…Younger brother… younger brother…”
Jiang Xue whispered softly into Zhao Ran’s ear. He didn’t respond, only suddenly encircled her with his solid arms, holding her firmly against him like an iron band. A strong, masculine scent assaulted her senses—yet Jiang Xue, who usually felt aversion toward other men, offered no resistance to this aroma. Instead, she felt a intoxicated daze, which further stirred indescribable sensations deep within her moist valley.
Zhao Ran held Jiang Xue in his arms and kissed her delicate cheek, causing her to shudder as if electrified.
She was truly a captivating woman, exquisitely sensitive everywhere.