Through the crack in the door, the scene of debauchery was fully visible.
Dr. Yingying’s petite waist,δΈε ͺδΈζ‘, was writhing from Zhao Ran’s finger thrusts, truly like a willow branch in the wind. Watching that small waist twist and press, Zhou Yun’s heart felt as if it were being gently brushed by willow tendrils, creating an unbearable itch. She desperately wished her own waist were the one being held, letting those slender, pale legs wrap around the other person.
Before long, under Zhao Ran’s skilled finger techniques, the doctor was aroused. She slowly unfolded her lotus-like arms and wrapped them around Zhao Ran’s broad shoulders, incessantly moaning and whimpering.
These delicate, beautiful sounds stirred a wave of heat within Zhou Yun. Then, Zhao Ran added another finger. The doctor’s body shuddered, seeming to tense up momentarily, while below, even more wetness seeped out. Zhou Yun, too, felt a rush of hot fluid surge forth from her own lower body.
Then, lewd and wanton words drifted out from inside.
“Be good, tell me, does it feel better with fingers or with a cock…” Zhao Ran asked with a laugh while swirling those fingers inside the doctor in circles.
The doctor seemed unable to withstand Zhao Ran’s techniques. Clutching his arm, she appeared bashful as she pleaded, “Be gentler… both feel good…”
Zhao Ran chuckled softly, making the doctor’s face blush even more deeply. “Your mouth is so sweet…”
Having said that, Zhao Ran lowered his head to kiss those moist, red lips, sucking on them noisily.
After satiating himself with the doctor’s small mouth, Zhao Ran moved to her chest. He used his hands to vigorously grasp her delicate breasts, kneading and squeezing them until quite a bit of milk was expressed. The milk flowed over his hands and down onto the doctor’s abdomen.
Zhao Ran clearly hadn’t expected this, but the doctor merely licked her red lips and shot him an intensely seductive glance. Everything was left unsaid.
Greatly aroused, Zhao Ran lowered himself and began licking up the milk from the bottom to the top, then took her pink nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily and voraciously. His sucking drew continuous moans and whimpers from the doctor.
Zhao Ran’s heart raced, his excitement and fervor growing. This young woman who had recently given birth still retained a girl’s innocence, yet hadn’t fully matured into a coquettish womanβpoised perfectly between the two, a blend of purity and enchantment that satisfied every fantasy a man could have.
Just as Zhou Yun was also lost in wild thoughts about Zhao Ran, he drew out his own cock, steaming with heat. Using the abundant nectar flowing from the doctor’s parted thighs, he deftly hooked one of her jade-like legs and, aiming at her slightly parted, pink entrance, thrust forcefully. His crimson cock plunged deep into the doctor.
While vigorously pumping his strong hips,η―ηζ½ζηthe doctor, Zhao Ran simultaneously pinched her chin with his hand, kissing her over and over again.
His tongue plunged deep into the doctor’s mouth, incessantly circling within her cherry-like small mouth. His crimson tongue entangled relentlessly with her pink little tongue. The doctor was kissed until she cried out incoherently, her small mouth utterly unable to close.
Copious amounts of saliva streamed down the woman’s chin, dripping onto her fair, tender chest. After a long while, Zhao Ran seemed to have had his fill of kissing. Holding the doctor, the two sat cross-legged on a small bed nearby.
Zhou Yun’s breathing grew increasingly rapid. Zhao Ran’s back was now facing her, his robust physique completely on display. Thanks to years of exercise, his perfectly shaped muscles were faintly visible.
Watching the two embrace, Zhou Yun covered her red lips with one hand while the other couldn’t resist wandering downward.
She knew she shouldn’t be watching this, but now, she absurdly wished that she were the one being held.