Upon hearing this, Zhou Yun ran into the bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer, only to suddenly widen her beautiful eyes in disbelief at what she saw inside.
The drawer contained quite a number of sex toysβvarious devices, lingerie, and even three or four different fake phalluses!
A man’s fake substitutes!
Ranging from ones about twelve or thirteen centimeters long to those eighteen or nineteen centimeters, and even the longest and largest one was nearly comparable to that unforgettable image seared in her mind!
Zhou Yun almost instantly held her breath, staring in trepidation at the largest one. Subconsciously, she picked it up in her handβits length was such that both her hands couldnβt fully grasp it, leaving a portion still exposedβ¦
Thisβ¦ this fake thing seemed a bit shorter and smaller than Xiao Ranβsβ¦
Zhou Yun had personally witnessed theη°η and terrifying sight of Zhao Ranβs throbbing member, and with this comparison in mind, she quickly reached a conclusion.
βWell, well, Xiao Yun, youβre peeking at my collection? I never thought youβd pick the biggest one!β A teasing voice suddenly came from behindβit was Zhou Jing.
βIβ¦ I wasnβtβ¦β Flustered and panicked, Zhou Yun hurriedly threw the fake phallus back into the nightstand and slammed the drawer shut with a bang.
βHehe, still not telling me the truth?β Zhou Jing embraced Zhou Yun from behind, then slipped her delicate hands into Zhou Yunβs bathrobe, playfully grasping her perky, full breasts.
βSis, stop fooling around, let go nowβ¦ ah!β
Waves of electric-like pleasure surged from her softly kneaded snowy peaks, leaving Zhou Yunβs bones weak and her body limp without strength. She was even pushed down onto the bed by Zhou Jing.
βMy pretty little sister, caught by me, and you still think you can escape?β Zhou Jing laughed, refusing to let go, and even began teasing with techniques sheβd learned from men.
Zhou Jing was also a woman, but one with a hundred times more experience in that area than Zhou Yun. She naturally knew how to please a woman. Though her skills couldnβt compare to Zhao Ranβs thick, hard, and massive tool, they were far superior to those of the average man.
βDonβtβ¦ stop itβ¦ sisβ¦β Zhou Yun cried out weakly, but Zhou Jing pressed down on her, refusing to get off.
With her hands gripping those towering, cloud-piercing peaks, Zhou Jing clicked her tongue in admiration. βSuch perfect mountainsβIβm going to devour them!β
Soon, both snowy peaks were fondled and kneaded until they swelled full and firm⦠Zhou Yun watched as her cherries began to stand proudly, turning into wild strawberries, growing increasingly red and glistening.
The contrast between the crimson and snow-white on her kneaded breasts made the married womanβs unsatisfied desires seem to seep out from her gradually reddening skin, leaving Zhou Yun with an indescribable ache.
This ache felt like electric currents jumping through her, making her delicate body both numbβ¦ and itchy. Under Zhou Jingβs agile and skillful movements, it quickly transformed into a pleasure that invaded her entire being.
But the good times didnβt last long. As Zhou Jingβs hands released their grip on the snowy peaks, that strangely intense sensation of swelling discomfort quickly returned, overwhelming the entire mountains. The numbness and itchiness grew even more intense than before.
Just as Zhou Yun felt utterly overwhelmed, Zhou Jingβs hands timely squeezed inward, causing that unbearable, uncaptured feeling to recede like a tide, replaced by an even more intense pleasure of being held. Thus, under the alternating assault of these two sensations, Zhou Yunβs two proud, tender mounds seemed to catch fire, growing increasingly desperate to be grasped and kneaded.