Zhao Ran’s trembling hands abruptly seized Jiang Xue’s pert, snow-white peaks. Jiang Xue knew her bosom was smooth, akin to the finest silk—a mere touch would cause one’s hand to glide down effortlessly. Yet, it was also remarkably elastic; when grasped, it stood proudly erect, with vast expanses of pale flesh spilling out from between Zhao Ran’s fingers.
“Ah…” she let out a soft gasp, but Zhao Ran’s thumb and forefinger had already pinched the exceedingly plump apex of her snow-white peaks—that incredibly pink, berry-like tip.
“Don’t…”
Watching Zhao Ran wantonly toy with her most precious assets, Jiang Xue was so intensely stimulated that her eyes welled up, a single tear tracing a path down the corner of her eye.
Never did she imagine that the body she had once guarded so meticulously, reserving it solely for her husband’s pleasure, would now be completely laid bare for Zhao Ran to do with as he pleased. And all while her husband slept right beside them…
“Little brother, take me… I can’t hold back anymore… Come, right in front of my husband, play with me…” As if trained in yoga, Jiang Xue spread her long, slender legs apart, nearly forming a straight line.
This mature, voluptuous young woman, ripe to the point of dripping with desire, shed her triangular silk panties, revealing moon-round buttocks that stood high and proud—pale, full, and smooth as jade. She aimed that enchanting little mound directly at Zhao Ran, swaying it from side to side as if yearning for something. Soft, whimpering moans escaped her lips, while the raised mound shamelessly grew damp and glistening.
Zhao Ran’s blood rushed heatedly; how could he possibly restrain himself any longer?
“Mmm, how is it so long? It’s too long… Oh heavens, it’s too long…”
“Oh god… Why didn’t I meet you sooner? So good, it’s too good…”
“I can’t take it anymore, I’m about to… Husband, husband, look quickly! There’s a man right beside you playing with me, and he’s bringing me to climax. It feels so good, ah… ah… mmm…”
“Husband… Can you see his member? The entire length is inside me. It’s too big, too long. I’m such a shameless woman… I’m coming, husband. Another man is making me climax, ah…”
That night, it was as if the flames of battle raged on without cease, relentless and unending…
In this single night, Jiang Xue finally tasted what it truly meant to be a woman. Only now did she realize how blissfully happy and fortunate it was to have a man like Zhao Ran.
Repeatedly soaring to the clouds—so many times she lost count—only the drenched sheets bore witness to just how exhilarated she had been.
Nestled in Zhao Ran’s embrace, she allowed his hand to stroke her head. Gazing shyly at him, she watched as his eyes roamed freely, lingering on her snow-tender peaks and her long, slender legs. She clenched her thighs together, yet a faint smile unconsciously touched her lips—a hint of delight at being admired by Zhao Ran.
Jiang Xue’s figure was exquisite. As she leaned forward, her delicate curves sketched a vision of beauty capable of stirring any man’s desire: a graceful neck, rounded and plump shoulders. When Zhao Ran’s gaze fixed upon that enormous, melon-like, peach-shaped rear, a fire instantly ignited within his lower abdomen.
All those previous times, Zhao Ran had used the most conventional and traditional positions. They hadn’t yet tried from behind…
A pair of proportionately slender, long legs now curled up enticingly. The two rounded, pert curves of her buttocks resembled an exceptionally alluring large peach, their crimson hue shimmering with a soul-capturing, decadent allure. Jiang Xue looked at Zhao Ran: “Little brother, why are you staring again?”
“No, no…” Zhao Ran swallowed with difficulty, feeling himself hardening once more. After over an hour of intense exertion, Jiang Xue had been thoroughly satisfied, yet—for some reason—he still hadn’t climaxed even once…
Out of tenderness for her, Zhao Ran couldn’t bear to be too rough.
Zhao Ran brought out the ointment he had bought on the way. The semi-solid balm melted as he carefully applied it to the wounds on her back, as if draping Jiang Xue’s voluptuous body in a thin layer of glistening honey—utterly tantalizing.
Upon contact with her skin, the ointment rapidly absorbed. According to the doctor, this herbal salve was highly effective; these marks should fade quickly.
However, no miracle drug in the world could erase all traces of injury so swiftly, let alone completely heal the welts left by a leather belt.
Yet, in just three to five minutes, the ointment had melted away, and the scars appeared visibly lighter. An extraordinarily crystalline, jade-like back was now unveiled before Zhao Ran’s eyes!
Heavens, so beautiful… Sister Xue is truly breathtaking.
Unable to resist any longer, Zhao Ran directly pressed himself onto Jiang Xue’s back, entwining his legs with hers and blanketing her entire body with his own.
“Ah, you wicked little brother! Are you trying to crush me?” Jiang Xue’s willow-leaf eyebrows faintly furrowed, her beautiful eyes blinking, bright and dewy, as she turned her head to look at Zhao Ran.
“But I think Sister Xue’s resilience under pressure is exceptionally strong!”