Neither up nor down, neither left nor right, just right in the middle. This single thrust instantly turned Jiang Xue into a limp mess. Held in Zhao Ran’s arms, her waist encircled by his embrace, her face was flushed a deep crimson. Her slender, jade-like arms wrapped around Zhao Ran’s neck, and she nearly moaned out loud.
Jiang Xue thought to herself: This little Ranβ¦ how is he so hard and so longβ¦ And he just had to thrust right thereβit’s unbearably itchyβ¦
If only he would thrust a little higher, directly targeting the place where her nectar flowed most abundantly, or a little lower, targeting her rosebud. But no, it had to be this agonizingly middling position.
It feels so unbearable, she wants it so muchβ¦
Jiang Xue shifted her hips, trying to guide Zhao Ran’s treasure to the place she desperately desired, but she couldn’t succeed. Instead, her movements sent waves of extreme pleasure through Zhao Ran.
This feeling is absolutely incredible, pure bliss!
Fang Rufei, watching from the side, smirked mischievously: “Xiao Xue, if you want to moan, just moan. I can totally tell; you look like you’re suffering, holding it in.”
Jiang Xue lowered her head, fighting desperately against her chaotic emotions, and merely said, “I don’t, I don’t want to moan.”
But internally, a war was raging within her. Just this rubbing and grinding was enough to send her soul soaring out of her body. She wanted itβ¦
But if her damn husband found out that another man was touching her like this, touching her to the point of such intense pleasure, nearly drawing moans from her lips, he would be furious. He might even hit herβ¦
Thinking of this, Jiang Xue twisted her body, trying to sit up. But at that moment, Zhao Ran used two fingers to pinch her wild strawberry, giving it a slight twist. A jolt like electricity shot through Jiang Xue’s entire body, and she collapsed, limp once more, back into Zhao Ran’s embrace.
Zhao Ran’s fingers were incredibly deft; every knead and pinch seemed to stroke directly at Jiang Xue’s heart. In less time than it takes to smoke half a cigarette, she was drenched in a fragrant sweat, completely overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse. She could only cling to Zhao Ran’s neck, and unable to hold back any longer, she let out involuntary moans:
“Ah, noβ¦ don’t do that anymore, ahβ¦ mmβ¦ ah⦔
These soft moans were like heavenly music to his ears. Watching from the side as Zhao Ran brought Jiang Xue to the heights of ecstasy and the brink of ruin, Fang Rufei felt a shiver run through her own body. A gush of her own nectar surged forth, instantly creating a wet, messy situation down there.
It’s too stimulating; she couldn’t take it anymore either!
“Sister Xue, you lost! You moaned!” Zhao Ran held Jiang Xue’s exquisitely alluring body, saying with a playful laugh, “Since you lost, you have to honor the bet. Take your clothes off!”
Fang Rufei also laughed: “Yes, yes, yes! Xiao Xue, you lost! Quick, take them off, take them off!”
Jiang Xue’s beautiful face was red enough to seem like it could drip blood. A flash of panic crossed her eyes as she clutched desperately at her clothes, shaking her head: “Iβ¦ I did lose, but Iβ¦ I can’t take them off⦔
“Come on, why can’t you? Let me help you!” Fang Rufei giggled coquettishly, stepped forward, and gave a strong pull!
Rip!
Jiang Xue’s clothes were torn open倧ι¨ε, revealing her round, delicate, pink shoulders and large expanses of her pale backβ¦
But very quickly, the other two noticed something was wrong.
On that snow-white shoulder and back, there were several faint scars, and a few that looked relatively fresh, as if they had been made by being struck with something long and narrow.
Jiang Xue closed her eyes in pain. Fang Rufei and Zhao Ran looked at each other, at a loss for words for a moment.
It was Jiang Xue who, after sighing again, used the numbing effect of the alcohol to slowly and calmly explain to them.
It turned out that her husband was always very rough during intimacy, and he suffered from premature ejaculation. Instead of acknowledging his own issue, he blamed her, suspecting she had someone else on the side. He called her a slut when he yelled at her, and sometimes, in his anger, he would take pleasure in abusing her.