After hearing Li Na’s explicit response, Zhao Ran felt even more stimulated. Following a series of intense thrusts, Li Na’s body began to tremble again. Her legs tightly clamped around Zhao Ran’s waist, her raised hips shaking back and forth incessantly. He felt his cock gripped by a suction-like force, enveloped by her smooth, tender walls. As a wave of heat rushed over him, he could no longer hold back, and stream after stream of his essence shot deep into Li Na’s body. Li Na, too, felt the impact of the semen, clutching Zhao Ran tightly as they both reached their peak together, immersed in the intoxicating pleasure.
After a long while, Zhao Ran carried Li Na to the sofa, gently laying her down before pulling out his now-softened cock. Li Na let out a soft moan and released her grip around him.
Zhao Ran handed her a tissue, and Li Na, snapping back to reality, took it and began cleaning herself. She glanced down between her legs—her labia were still slightly parted, not fully closed, revealing the tender, flushed flesh within. White semen trickled out from inside.
Li Na quickly caught the flow with a tissue to prevent it from soiling the sofa. Watching this, Zhao Ran felt his little brother stirring once again, eager for more.
He turned away briefly to gather their clothes, which had been discarded on the floor. It occurred to him that they hadn’t fully undressed—Li Na was still wearing her tank top, and he hadn’t taken off his shirt either.
He handed Li Na her pants and black lace panties, only now noticing their color. Li Na reached out to take them, softly uttering a shy “thank you.”
Zhao Ran felt a thrill seeing her coy expression. Usually bold and straightforward, Li Na became increasingly bashful in moments like these, her half-resistant, half-yielding demeanor only making her more irresistible to him.
Tossing his pants aside, Zhao Ran plopped down next to Li Na. She had just finished cleaning herself and hadn’t yet put her panties back on, so they sat there together, half-naked.
Without hesitation, Zhao Ran wrapped his arm around Li Na, lifted her chin, and kissed her again. Li Na didn’t resist, responding to his kiss willingly.
They held each other close on the sofa, lost in their kiss, until both felt they had been at it for quite some time. Slowly, they pulled apart, exchanging a knowing smile.
Li Na teased, “You’re quite good at kissing. Seems like you’re an old hand at this.”
Zhao Ran replied, “There’s even more you haven’t tried yet.”
Li Na knew exactly what he meant and didn’t back down. “Alright then, let me experience it sometime,” she said, though her cheeks flushed red as she spoke.
Zhao Ran grinned mischievously at her.
“What are you laughing at, idiot?” Li Na retorted as she began putting her clothes back on. Zhao Ran followed suit, and they both sat down on the sofa.
Li Na spoke up, “Let’s be clear about this—it’s just something that feels good for both of us. I’ve thought about it before, but never found the right person, time, or opportunity. Who knew I’d run into someone as forward as you? I originally just wanted to flirt with you, but things got out of hand. However, this absolutely must never be discovered by anyone.” Li Na sounded somewhat resigned.
Zhao Ran nodded. “Sister Li, I understand. We’ll still be good friends and colleagues from now on. We’ll hang out and have fun together like always, without letting this affect each other’s families.”
Li Na nodded in agreement. “Yes, otherwise we’d truly have no face left to show anyone.”
Zhao Ran leaned in closer to her and said, “So, does that mean there might be chances in the future to measure your waist again?” He looked at her with anticipation.
Li Na gave him a light shove and chided, “Oh, measure nothing! There won’t be a next time.”